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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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Christmas Time to Me

Pairing: Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: Less than the last one, ok?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. All errors my own. Pining, angst, young pregnancy, Henry is someone’s father, I am writing about British nobility and I am not British, jet lag, reader has a slight inferiority complex, definite ‘Sir’ kink, Dom thoughts, bratty behavior. Oral (both receiving) nipple, play, rough sex, size kink, cow girl, face sitting, p in v (wrap that up). Whew, this was quite different than the tender scene I thought to write.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask from @ysmmsy found here. Let me know if you liked it, love. ❤️

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Good afternoon my Dear Professor. What do you think about the latest hullabaloo about the British Museum. Do you think they should return all artifacts? It would empty everything out.

Your alarm went off and you yawned and stretched, then reached for your phone, trying not to have any expectations. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you saw a text waiting there from 12 minutes ago, 6:48 am Houston time.

Good morning, Sir. You know very well what I think about that. I could give a rat’s ass about the BU’s inventory.

Lol, I agree, just wanted to get your blood flowing on this beautiful chilly noon day, mate.

You squirmed at the innocent words. He sure did get your blood flowing, to interesting places. And from just a friendly text.

Thank you, Sir. But it’s a nice balmy morning here in Houston. Now go eat lunch!

Henry grinned.

I will. I am looking forward to seeing you and Junie in a couple of days.

Somehow, you could see Henry’s smile through the phone.

I’m excited. I will do professor stuff while you and Junie are hanging out.

Thank you for the consideration, but there is no question that I will leave you alone for a second.

The authoritative tone reached you over 5,000 miles. You shivered, then shook it off.

🙄 Okay, Sir. I have to shower. See you in a couple of days.

You put your phone back on your charger as you shook your head, knowing that you would think of him while you were getting clean.

Henry stared at the text for a long time, his lunch stuck in his throat. He needed to take a drink of water, suddenly very thirsty. His pants got tighter at his desk as he imagined you all wet in the shower. And you calling him ‘Sir’ did things to him. You affected him in a myriad of ways with one text.

“Christ, Y/N,” growled Henry to himself as he rubbed the bulge in his now tighter pants.

He ran his hand through his curls, trying to think of how he would both be appropriate with you in front of Juniper-Rose, and get beyond this friend zone you’d put him in.

Your ‘friend’ was actually a member of British nobility, Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, the 12th Duke of Jersey, but one who worked at a non-profit for climate change. Your research on Britain’s role on colonialism and world oppression and his activist heart connected you on an intellectual level. He was tall, hot, and a little bit nerdy, just your type.

Too bad that he was your best friend’s baby daddy.

The first time you saw Henry, there was an instant attraction, at least on your side. He was gorgeous, bright blue eyes happy and full of kindness. He looked at you with an appreciation that you recognized from a man, but there was nothing offensive in his gaze.

Junie was literally bouncing in his arms, and his smile was ear to ear for his toddler. He seemed full of girl-dad joy and it was obvious that he was wrapped around her tiny little finger. Of course that made him even more alluring.

You tried to keep from swooning every time you saw Henry, as he grew up from slim-thick twenty something to grown and sexy hunk of a thirty something. Every time you saw him, he got sexier. And your body reacted more.

But girl code, and the fact that you were sure that he was still in love with Jasmine even though they were not together, prevented you from sharing your feelings.

You settled for debates whenever he was in town, which morphed into emails, which changed into friendly texts. He spent all of his available time in Houston with Junie, your goddaughter (christened Marion Eleanor Juniper-Rose Cavill), so the talk was light and passing, and you didn’t want to intrude on Daddy/Daughter time. Smiles and electronic chatter was the entirety of your relationship with Henry. Or so you thought.

You couldn’t, and shouldn’t want for anything more.

Jasmine was always the brightest star in your friend group. To you, she was always just a little bit cuter, prettier, popular and brighter than you, becoming a Rhodes Scholar and jetting off to Britain at 17, while you only earned a National Merit and stayed at home in Houston to attend Rice University.

You two stayed close, communicating every day, you reveling in her adventures studying Economics at Oxford during the week and partying in London on the weekends. You lived vicariously, internalizing the stories Jazz told you as you lived your quiet academic life at Rice with your quiet boring boyfriends.

She casually dropped the news about Henry and the fact that he was a Duke, stating that he was bored of his life of duty and privilege. They kept it fun and casual. Until Jasmine turned up pregnant during her senior year.

Even though they were young starting out, Jasmine and Henry were wonderful co-parents. The only difficulty in the arrangement was that neither Henry nor Jasmine would, or could, give up their lives 5,000 miles apart. Despite his obligations, distance was no barrier for Henry. He would fly over at the drop of a hat for his daughter.

One memorable occasion was when Junie broke her arm playing soccer at eight years old and had to have surgery. You almost hyperventilated when you ran into Henry, who was on Jasmine’s doorstep a day later looking tired and worried. He was very, very handsome, but he was not checking for you. It was all about Juniper-Rose, as he called her. And probably Jasmine too.

The next years of Junie’s life were filled with regular visits to Britain and from her father. Henry came to the States every summer for Junie’s birthday and took her back to Britain for a few weeks. Jasmine took her to London every Christmas, using the opportunity for her work in Economics and to catch up with her European friends.

So here it was, Junie’s 14th Christmas, and you were recruited (by Jasmine of course) to escort her to visit her father on her yearly holiday visit to Britain. Except Junie refused to go this year. Something about wanting to be with her friends who were going to Mexico. And so you wound up being convinced (by Jasmine of course) to go alone. For the entire eight hour flight, you lamented the fact that you did something that you normally don’t: go with the flow

When you landed at Heathrow on December 23rd, you expected a driver to be waiting for you, but what actually happened was surprising. There was Henry, with a small smile, holding up a placard with your name.

You stopped for a moment, heart beating erratically, not expecting this at all. Henry gazed at you as you collected yourself and moved toward him. His smile grew incrementally as you got closer.

“Hullo.”

His baritone held early morning gruffness and was making you feel some kind of way.

“Hello Henry, I mean Sir…I mean Mr. Cavill…Your Grace...”

You felt like you had to curtsey, and you were tongue tied. Meeting Henry in England was different from talking to him on the phone, or texting. Then, you could pretend that he was a regular person, not British nobility and the real-life embodiment of your fantasies.

Henry’s eyes dilated when you called him ‘Sir,” but then he blushed and looked down, then back up at you to correct you quietly, but firmly.

“Henry is fine. Welcome to London.”

God, you were wet.

“Thank you. I.. I didn’t think that you would meet me personally, I mean, knowing that Junie wasn’t here.”

Henry’s smile dropped.

“Juniper-Rose and I spoke, and I am disappointed, but hopeful that she will join us. But I had to come greet you. To thank you for… for everything that you do for my daughter. And for me.”

Henry held your gaze for as long as you would allow before you flushed and turned your eyes to the floor. He was so god damned beautiful.

“No… no.. problem. I love that little girl.”

Henry reached for your carryon, brushing your fingers with his. You felt electricity down your spine as he started walking toward the exit.

“My driver, Benjamim, will get your other bags.”

You chuckled.

“So you do have a driver…” Henry cocked his head at the comment, wondering what was going on in that head of yours.

“Of course. I told you. I wanted to meet you myself. You are a very special person to me.”

You did not, for a moment, believe that he really meant that. It was simply British politeness.

“And I told you. What I do for Junie, I will do forever. She is like my own.”

You did not want Henry to be nice to you out of obligation.

“And that is part of why I… That is why I have to thank you.”

You were quiet, wondering what this outpouring of communication and sentiment was owed to. You zoned out as you were waiting for the car, staring off into space as you bit your lip. Was Henry trying to get back with Jasmine? Is that why he met you at the airport? What was the reason?

You sighed when you realized that you were giving yourself a headache overthinking, and you realized that you hadn’t had any caffeine yet this day.

Henry interrupted your thoughts with a chuckle.

“You’re overworking that mind of yours, Professor.”

You made a face as he laughed again.

“Come, we’ll get you settled and get you some tea and allow you to rest. Then, tonight, we’ll go out and witness Christmas Time in London.”

“That is just the ticket. Thank you again, Sir Cavill.”

You gave Henry your full smile and a little curtsey this time, and you could see Henry’s smile falter. He cleared his throat and opened the door of the SUV for you. You got in, relaxed in the luxurious seats, and was asleep before Henry and Benjamin got your bags in the car.

As the car rolled along into London, Henry watched you sleeping. You were beautiful, unguarded and soft. He knew that you didn’t know how gorgeous you were and that you constantly compared yourself to Jasmine. For him, there was no comparison. The first time he saw you, it was like he was struck by lightning. At that time, he thought it was unlucky. Only with time and maturity did he realize that he could make his own luck. With you.

You awoke as the car pulled into a drive of a beautiful, large white building. It was almost like a castle. Henry was staring and you stared back, disoriented at first. You looked around.

“Is this the hotel?”

Henry smiled at you.

“It’s my home.”

You smiled back at him.

“It’s beautiful. Will Benjamin be taking me to my hotel after this?”

“I was hoping you would stay here… those were the plans when Juniper- Rose was coming and I… “

Your mouth was hanging open and Henry’s heart sank.

“Of course, I’ll get you a hotel…”

You felt bad. Henry had done an awful lot for you.

“No need! I’d love to stay here. You are too kind.”

Henry looked troubled.

“Y/N, I…”

“Yes?”

“Never mind. Let’s get you settled.”

Your suite of rooms were gorgeous. It was basically a little flat, with a sitting room, en suite and a huge four poster bed, and roaring fireplace.

As soon as you were in your suite, tea was delivered. You are something, took a shower and then rested, letting everyone know you had landed. You were due to get dinner with Henry at 7 PM London time. You decided to nap some more to get over your jet lag. You needed to clear your head of all of your anxious thoughts, and sleep always helped.

It seemed your dreams were filled with thoughts of Henry as well. You woke up warm and wet, as well as dismayed that you were going to be with him in England for so long with this yearning need and no way to satisfy it. You were glad that you had packed your small toy. You needed some relief before you saw him again, or you were liable to jump his bones.

When you came down the stairs at 6 pm, you took Henry’s breath away. You were dressed in a bright red sweater which showcased your cleavage and form fitting black pants that showed all of your curves. Your face was slightly flushed and your smile was shier than this morning. He just wanted to take you in his arms when you reached the bottom stair.

“You look Lovely, Y/N.”

Henry’s eyes shone at you. Damn, he was being so nice.

“How do you feel?”

“Well. I think I’ve done my best to fast forward my body to Londont time. Ready to go!”

You moved to put your coat on, and Henry took it, his fingers brushing your neck as you were getting it settled. He felt your slight shiver as he let his fingers linger just a moment. He had a little bit of hope.

You took him in. Henry had changed from his pullover and joggers that he had on in the morning to a broadcloth shirt unbuttoned at the neck and with sleeves rolled up. He was in dress pants and shoes, and his hair looked combed but run through with fingers. You wished you could play in those curls. You stared for what seemed like forever until Henry cleared his throat and offered his arm.

“Are you ready to see the sights?”

“I sure am, Your Grace.”

Henry rolled his eyes and shook his head

“Stop. If anything, I should be on my knees for you.”

“What?”

You didn’t quite believe that you heard him correctly. He smiled.

“Nothing, let’s go.”

——

You were absolutely charmed all night. Henry showed you around London sights at sunset and a dinner at Cafe Cecilia. You talked with Henry like you were old friends, and you were, in your way.

Any anxiety you had about Jasmine was erased from your mind with the good food, good wine, and good conversation, mostly about you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this was a date.

When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, you didn’t see Henry checking out your ass in your slacks, you just saw how happy you were in the mirror when you washed your hands, you tried to tell yourself to calm down, that he wasn’t into you at all.

Meanwhile, Henry was wiping his hands on his slacks, trying to quiet his own nerves. Your conversations over the years stuck with Henry, and he played them over and over in his mind. When it got to the point that he was replaying how your mouth looked, your curves that his eyes couldn’t help but trace, and the erotic dreams he had about you, Henry had to admit to himself that he had more than just friendly feelings for you.

When he looked up and saw you coming back to the table, his erratic heartbeat and the fact that he could swear that your nipples were erect and pointing right at him, made him decide to tell you how he felt. That night.

An hour and a half later, you were looking over the night skyline with Henry in the private London Eye pod he rented when he spoke to you, barely above a whisper. His voice was hesitant and gruff. And sexy as hell.

“Y/N. I think I… I do.. I feel for you very deeply.”

You turned to him, butterflies loose in your belly.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, Y/N. Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? I am absolutely besotted with you. I told Jasmine how I felt months ago.”

Henry was looking at you, with those beautiful blue eyes determinedly fixed upon you as you paced before him inside the capsule. It was not lost upon you the fact that his eyes were taking in the entirety of your figure. The backdrop of the lights of the city surrounding you from atop the Eye made the scene that much more romantic.

But you didn’t feel romantic. You felt incredulous.

Henry stood up from the bench in the middle of the pod.

“Y/N. I text you every morning..”

“But that’s just your lunch time.”

“I call you my Dear Professor..”

“That’s… that’s just a British thing, like Sherlock Holmes..”

Henry raised his eyebrow at you and looked stern.

“Y/N. I think about you all the time. I am constantly thinking of how to tell you how I feel and now that you are here, in front of me, I’ve decided to just say it.”

You stared at him.

“Well.”

Henry sighed, frustrated.

“Well. I have deep feelings for you.”

“I can’t believe… you did all this. For me?You hardly know me.”

“Don’t start this again. I want to get to know you.”

“Are you trying to get next to Jasmine again?”

Henry threw his hands up.

“What has this got to do with her?”

“Everything has to do with her!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does.”

Henry was mad.

“Tell you what. Forget I said anything.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

You two sat in the pod in silence for the next 15 minutes until the ride was done. Henry was texting on his phone and by the time you disembarked, Benjamin was waiting with the car.

You were despondent as you drove back to Henry’s place. You watched him glaring out of the window and thought you’d certainly blew your chance.

“Good night, Y/N.”

Henry breezed by you as you entered the house. You said goodnight to his back as he went up the stairs.

Yep. You blew it.

30 minutes later, Henry was tossing and turning, fighting the urge to go to your rooms and fuck you into submission. You needed to be tied up and… Needless to say that Henry was not getting a good sleep thinking of all the ways he could try and make you understand.

You were nowhere near sleep. The nap earlier and the time difference had you wide awake. As well as thoughts of Henry.

After an hour and a half, you found yourself in the hallways looking for Henry’s rooms. As you crept down a passageway, a door opened on your right.

Henry, sexy as hell in pajama bottoms and curly chest hair, glared down at you.

“What are you doing?”

The question was terse, and you felt the chill. He was still mad.

“I was thinking…”

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, and Henry melted a bit. But just a bit.

“That’s the problem. You think too much.”

“I know…”

You found yourself playing the brat and moving closer to him as he guarded his doorway.

“But I wanna know what you think.”

Henry sighed.

“What I think about what?”

His raised eyebrow indicated that he was about done with you. You feared a spanking. And that made you smile.

“What do you think about when you think of me…”

Henry blinked and pursed his lips. But he didn’t hesitate for long.

“I think about how smart you are, how funny. I think about how our conversations make me think. And I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

You lifted your chin to look him in the eye. Henry returned your gaze, then allowed his eyes to follow the form of your body in your thin t-shirt and short shorts.

Henry’s jaw clenched and he seemed to take a step back. You pursued him, stepping forward.

“Is that all?”

You felt more confident now, and your sultry voice was barely above a whisper. Henry had to concentrate not just to listen, but to hold himself back.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Don’t I?”

You kept moving forward until you were toe to toe with Henry.

“Tell me all your thoughts. Even the naughty ones. Especially the naughty ones. I wanna know what goes on in that head…”

You reached up on tip toes and ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the curls back that had fallen into his face.

Henry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush to him, so that you could feel his burgeoning erection.

“I’ve got to kiss you first.”

And he did.

His lips pressed against yours, lightly, rubbing across yours, then he opened his mouth and his tongue tipped out and traced your cupid’s bow. Then he took your bottom lip and nipped lightly, causing you to gasp and as you did so, he claimed your mouth. He suckled your tongue, ruining your panties as his hands slipped down and grabbed your ass. You were breathless as he pulled away.

You looked up into his hungry eyes as they blazed blue fire.

“I think about that. Kissing those lips, feeling this beautiful body. I think about your breasts, what color your areolas, how they would taste. I dream about how your ass would feel. I think about lying between these thighs and having you sit on my face. God, Y/N…”

His long fingers squeezed your bottom and pulled your cheeks apart. The sound and feel of your wetness set Henry’s soul on fire. You whimpered in his clutches.

“Is it possible that you want me as much as I want you?”

Henry tried to peer into your soul.

“If not, tell me now, and I will not bother you again. But if there is some chance…. by God, I want you, Y/N….”

“Henry I…”

He was waiting for word from you. You moved your hands from Henry’s chest down to his cock, which was large and throbbing between you.

“Henry, I want you too.”

“So you want to do this? With me?”

“Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? Fuck me, Sir.”

Henry smiled as he hauled you backward into his room. He sat down on the bed and you climbed up onto his lap, grinding together through your night clothes as he pulled your hair back and attacked your neck with kisses and bites. His other hand went up your shirt to weigh your breast and roll and pinch your nipple.

He bared his teeth in enjoyment as you squirmed on him.

“So so reactive for me, does that feel good, yeah?”

You panted and nodded yes, caught up in the energy of the moment.

He slapped your nipple hard. You keened and shouted, “Yes, oh yesssss.”

You felt his cock throb.

“Just as I thought. You’re a naughty little girl. My naughty little girl now…”

Henry dipped below your t-shirt and started sucking your nipple hard and nipping at it as you desperately tried to find friction on your clit. You hastily pulled off your shirt, then tried to put your hand down your pants.

“Ah ah ah. Don’t touch.”

Henry captured your hand and bent it behind your back, bending you backward as he turned around and deposited you on your back.

“So so beautiful.”

He bent over you and ran first his hands, then his lips and then his tongue over your areolas, grinding into you again. Your legs bent around him, trying to lock him into the friction against your nub. Your whines got to him and you watched as he took off his shirt.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Need you, Henry.”

“Need you too, love. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

You reached for his pants.

“Give it to me, Sir. Please Sir, Please.”

“Fuck. You sure you want it?”

You started rolling your own nipples and you arched your back as you let your legs fall apart.

“Most definitely. Sir.”

Henry’s eyes were mesmerized, drawn to your core and your weeping, wet cunt. He automatically pulled down his pants and his huge thick cock slapped him on his stomach.

“I am so weak for you.”

You wanted him even weaker so you sat up and tested his weight in your palm. You looked up at him as you wet your lips.

“Wanna taste you. Can I, Your Grace?”

You pecked his dripping tip and let the string of precum stretch to your lips from the head of him as you gently played with his balls. Henry’s voice was impossibly deeper now.

“You may…ughhhhhhhh.”

You slipped your lips around him and drew him into your mouth, using your tongue to circumnavigate him. You had to hinge your mouth open wide to take his girth. You knew your jaw was going to be sore in the morning.

“Naughty, sweet naughty girl. Do you like to get your face fucked? Oooohhh, fuuuck!”

Henry’s hips started moving as his fingers pulled your nipples.

“I wanted the first time to be sweet and tender, but you… you are better than my wildest dreams. And I do mean wild.”

Henry fisted your hair and held you to him, forcing your throat open with his thick member and causing you to gag. After a few seconds, he let go, but you stayed down, causing him to curse.

“Bloody hell, you’re going to make me cum down your throat.”

“Ummmm hmmmm.”

You answered as you pulled off, messy with spit and pre cum. Henry’s eyes were alight as he bent down to grab your thighs and toss you back on the bed.

“You’re trying to get properly fucked, but I need to taste you first.”

He lay down beside you and grabbed you again, palming your ass in his hands as he maneuvered your legs around his shoulders. His hands were your seat as he prepared to eat you like some decadent fruit. He brought you to his mouth and his eyes watched you as he tasted you. They rolled back as if in rapture and he dove in, fully suckling and laving you.

Henry stopped long enough to say, “Sit down!” because you were trying not to put your full weight on him.

When he pulled you down on his face, his tongue went deep inside you as he nibbled at your clit. His tongue was so skillful that your legs drew up around his head and your thighs started shaking.

You pulled at his hair and started begging.

“Stop, please stop. Henry. Sir. I’m gonna… I’m… ahhhhh!”

When you came, and released into his mouth, you tried to climb off of him, but he held you fast, eyes dark with warning.

When he came up for air, Henry grinned at you.

“Now’s the time to split you open, Love.”

He literally grabbed you and positioned you above his pelvis. You knew what to do from there and you watched as he positioned himself so that you could slide down around him. You looked up at him as you bend your thighs so that his tip could breach your entrance.

“You feel as good as you taste.”

Licked his lips as you slid down around him slowly, his thick cock difficult to take. The stretch almost took you out, but your wetness helped you out. You felt unimaginably filled to the brim with Sir Henry Cavill.

“So fucking tiny, Love. You feel so good, my naughty little girl.”

You whimpered as you stayed still to adjust to him, and as you grabbed his hand to feel himself inside your abdomen. His eyes got wide.

“Such a tight fit. D’you feel me? Feel me inside there?”

His cock throbbed and he started to move a little, eyes dilating as you winced.

“Does it hurt, Love?”

“Y-y-es Sir. Only a little.”

You bit your lip as Henry spit on his thumb and started working your clit.

“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll make it feel better.’

“Hnnnghhhh. Ohhhh!”

Your back bowed as Henry pistoned inside you, and the pain turned to pure pleasure. Henry sat up and held your arms behind your back with one hand, and man handled your breast with the other. He suckled your nipple through his fingers and then gave you a filthy kiss.

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Hnnnhhh. Yes. Yes. Sir.”

“Good girl. You know what to say already.”

He gave you a sweet peck on your lips as he pinches your nipple. Hard. That caused you to shatter, and you came around his cock.

Henry looked down.

“Look at that cunt. Pulling me in so greedily.”

He looked back up at you.

“Look at your face. So Lovely with it all fucked out.”

You were lost in his eyes as he rotated so that your back was on the bed.

“Need you to cum Sir. Job’s not done.”

“Your wish is my command. Tonight. But I will demonstrate to you who your Lord is later on.”

And Henry started to pull out, stopping just in time to save your sanity as you were ready to fight if he left you right now. He hiked your leg around his waist as he delivered powerful thrusts to seat himself deep inside you.

“I wanted to be gentle, but no. You pull this primal nature out of me. I can’t be polite.”

“I wouldn’t want you to be, Sir. Be yourself. Give me yourself. Take me.”

Henry grunted and suckled your collarbone, sure to leave a mark as he pumped sloppily into you.

“Cum again…”

You obeyed his command as he reached between you and thrummed your clit. You detonated just before he did and you both came back together in each other’s arms, sweaty and out of breath.

You stared at him as if he weren’t real.

“What’s wrong, Love?”

“I now know the meaning of Happy Christmas.”

Henry smiled and kissed your forehead.

“It is a happy Christmas, indeed.”

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dilemmaed · 2 years ago

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oh thank you SM for tagging me in this sorry for taking so long. first 3 are songs I've gotten into like this week and the rest are ones I've liked already and just vibed with more recently 😼💗🎧

9 songs on repeat tag game

Thank you @fyodorkitkat for tagging me!

I guess like. Here’s a list of stuff I’ve hyperfixated on either recently or at some point in time. Hope this is Variety enough

Ps: if anyone has good angry/creepy rap/hiphop type stuff please send

Tagging: @voicemail1187 @caffeine-or-death @stop-that-llama @origami10 @lizalfosrise @hexusproductions @lordofgayos @notablog4242 @dysfunctional-deity and @mimifukyu

#ALSO NOAH I SEE FLY OUT WEST BY YOT CLUB!!!.... I love that song sm #everyone stream karma sarah kinsley RIGHT NOW!!! karma by taylor swift cannot compare.#also I just listened to party favors by sir chloe for the first time today (minus michelle & sedona) and Whew boy!!! I love it.#their discography is now on my masterlist And I am excited for their next album! many new releases of my interest soon #also yo no soy celoso is quite the tune I recommend. and la última vez you don't even need to know spanish to appreciate their coolness #I sung the former on the bus with my soccer team and had the lyrics pulled up on my phone and stumbled through it with them LMAO #im improving my language skills though we're getting there. music is probably helping tbh #okay anyway thanks again Noah!! hope your day has been great #musicposting #tag game #oh I also sung kill bill on the bus that's part of why I like it now it's a little overplayed but a good song 👍

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bengiyo · 11 months ago

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Last Twilight Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Mhok took Day’s teasing that he has no tenderness in him as a personal challenge, and spent the entire episode flirting with Day through all of Day’s other senses. Meanwhile, we ran into Gee, who was a friend Day had through badminton. Day managed to reconnect with her and hang out with some of his team members (but not August). Meanwhile, Porjai broke up with that cheating fiancé of hers, but not before he and Mhok got into another fight. We also learned that Porjai is pregnant, and is going to be staying with Mhok for now. Everyone kept saying how hot Mhok is, and after flirting with Day constantly, Day decided to sneak next to Mhok at night and look at his face.

It’s early and Mhok is already starting.

Oh ho! We’re playing around with honorifics again.

This breakfast scene is great. Day got himself up, made his own jellied bread, and didn’t balk at posting a picture to Facebook about it. It’s a good sign that he’s moving back into interactions with others.

Wait, why are we back to reading the book? I thought we were heading to the badminton match?

Oh, whew, it was a flashback providing some emotional context before we meet more people.

Okay, Day teaching Mhok how to comment on badminton is fun. He’s not an amateur, and Mhok doesn’t know the rules.

Film looks good.

I am a fan of sports. I was moved by Gee’s win and cried a little bit.

I love Mhok beginning to integrate into the banter with Gee.

Our first interaction with August and Day flees.

I’m loving this backstory. I am such a fan of sports drama.

Aof and his double entendres. “If you want to pick it up again, handle it with care.” I will fight him.

Thank you, Pride flag in the locker room, for letting us know there are gay stakes between Day and August.

Ohm Thipakorn is whipping extreme ass here with these eyes. You are upgraded from “Baby Ohm,” sir.

I am crying again because of the bonds between men. Even Mhok approves of August moving to singles rather than compete with someone else.

So, how mutual are the feelings between Day and August, and how much does the other know, because August took his hand in such a meaningful way before asking him out to dinner.

I’m with Mhok; I like him pushing Day to hang out with August.

Oh yes. It’s time for a practice date. We’ve gotten a few of these this year, and it hits every time.

Porjai ain’t shit, and she’s not gonna let Mhok go without getting a dig in.

I love how Mhok responds to all of Day’s teasing by going hard on the flirting.

This whole cake scene was cute as hell.

Oho, we’re getting back to the Night and Day stuff. Day thinks Mhok has also been fooled by Night.

Oh no. Please don’t spill water on yourself immediately and panic, Day.

It’s always 4:20 somewhere, amirite? (I don’t smoke)

Now where the fuck is August?

I’m glad Mhok stuck around to salvage this outing.

They went back to see if August ever arrived? I’m mad at August.

I AM LEANING IN. Day hadn’t confessed his crush on August, and today felt his heart break at some sort of final piece of reality he had to face.

August picked the most dramatic time to show up, and then just walked away after sensing something between Mhok and Day.

There’s so much going on! Mhok was about to admit his own feelings, but stopped because of August.

This was an excellent episode. I’m so proud of Ohm for being able to do more than just be adorable. We’ve got a great form of romantic angst here where the board isn’t completely set, but we know the players. These two definitely practiced a lot for this role. Jimmy has found his smolder.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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quinloki · 1 year ago

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For the OP kinks: Doflamingo, Crocodile, Shanks Cockwarming, double penetration, stockings/pantyhose Thank you kindly ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Oh I might die of blood loss doing this one. Over here like Sanji - just... good lord.

LORDS. These are all such massive personalities. Whew, okay.. hgnh, fuck /bites knuckle/ -- Full Disclosure I have tens of thousands of words about Doffy and Crocodile, and heck. HECK. Okay, no, I can do this. THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS GIFT.

Doflamingo:

Cockwarming - FUCK Yes - There aren't many who take such a big man into themselves completely like you can. Either by luck, genes or sheer will. Doffy's more than happy to lean back and let you struggle and work to take him in, and then he'll just have you sit there. He has work to do, and you've got your own task to mind. If you move too much you'll distract him, and that won't do. Every slight shift is like electricity inside you, and thankfully you can at least lean against him so you're not trying to hold yourself up on top of it all.

No matter how "busy" he is, he'll purr those terrible words in your ear - don't make too much noise, don't get too wet, people are coming in and out of the office and of course they know, but you don't need them to know, right?

Double Penetration - With another partner: No - With the use of toys: Yes. You know he's narrating the entire thing. Of course he doesn't share, but you're going to have to decide where you want him and where you want the toy. He already fills you so full you're not convinced the toy will fit, but the added pressure nearly pushes you over the edge and he's barely even started. He tells you how tight you are, how well you're twitching around him, how you better not cum until he tells you to. Be a good pet, even as the toy whirrs to life you better start begging.

Stockings/Hose - Sure - Doffy's appreciation of your attire last only in how quickly you can remove it, or how cleanly it shreds against his strings. He appreciates the intent and effort when you dress up for him, and he'll gratefully show you how deep that appreciation runs. Aside from a few caresses of the pleasant fabric, however, you won't get much out of him. Ripped, torn, off - he's only concerned about getting them out of his way. It's wrapping on the gift that belongs to him, and little else.

Sir Crocodile:

Cockwarming - Yes - You suggest it to him, and he agrees to it. At first he's unsure of the appeal, but when he shifts his hips to alleviate a small discomfort and your clutch his shirt, trying to stay still and stifle the noise that creeps up in you - now he's all in. It always feels good to be buried deep inside you, and before now he's been focused on the motion and the act, but the subtly of this new kink, and the teasing control it affords him is alluring. Not that he cares to let anyone else see you like this, panting and red-faced, begging to move, whimpering and trying to stay still. It's all for him to see.

Double Penetration - With another partner: I dunno - With the use of toys: Yes. There is a very very short list of people Crocodile would be willing to share you with, and outside of that he is non-negotiable. What he is perfectly content with is getting a couple custom strap-ons and laying back to leave you to work yourself onto him and the toy. If you ask sweetly he'll help you of course, but since it takes time to set up, you didn't think you were going to get away with a single orgasm? You sound deliciously different when you're stuffed so full like this, here, let him move your hips for you and help you ride that orgasm into the next one.

Stockings/Hose - FUCK Yes - You might go through a lot of stockings, but they will always be appreciated. That strong hot hand of his will slide over those silky nylons in deep appreciation, gripping and kneading your legs and thighs hungrily. There's plenty of physical appreciation of your choice of stocking, even as that golden hook tears into it oh so slowly, the steady, slow, inevitable rip that will leave them on the floor in pieces while he dives deeper into you.

Shanks:

Cockwarming - Yes - Shanks is generally a busy guy, but he's also good at time management (has to be if he wants to get places and still have time to party and drink). Having you in his lap, buried deep inside you, in a nice dark room, giving him something better than his hangover to focus on, isn't a bad way to greet the new day. He teases you of course, bucking his hips almost randomly. "Shh, shh, not so loud, my head's pounding." You don't need any light to know the crooked grin on his face is enjoying every little squirm and twitch.

Double Penetration - Oh god you have no idea - Shanks has been a pirate since day one, and this is a free spirited man who has, as far as I'm concerned, fucked and sucked his way around the globe at least four full times. Sex is fun - All Of It - and between his own sense of adventure and reckless abandon, he hasn't come across anything he doesn't enjoy. As long as everyone else is enjoying themselves, then where's the harm?

He's not foregoing his responsibilities or making bad decision because of it, but just like he appreciates a good drink, he appreciates a good romp. He doesn't get excited about much, but the more the merrier is a rare treat compared to everything else that happens, and getting to see at least two people enjoying themselves along with him just makes it all the better.

Stockings/Hose - FUCK yes - Shanks strikes me as a very tactile person. He's like to touch and be touched. (Kind of hand in hand with the above). He appreciates all the accoutrements of humanity, and when you see the same people in the same clothes day after day on long voyages, getting to have a visual and tactile change of pace is fully welcome. Grab that silky little slip of a dress to go with it, or the skirt that's a inch too short? Oh yes please. If you get that gap just right from the bottom of the skirt to the top of the thigh-highs, well, you won't have to ask or beg for anything, except maybe for him to stop or slow down.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

#kinky one piece head canon #Shanks #red hair shanks #donquixote doflamingo #sir crocodile #x reader #doffy x reader #doflamingo x reader #shanks x reader #sir crocodile x reader

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bigdsgirl · 1 month ago

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Love Next Door, Episode 14 thoughts

It's sunday, I have thoughts on this damn show

NO I DONT WANNA RE LIVE THIS! AND SHE IS ALL HE THINKS ABOUT?? I will combust.

a CONTEST????? WHAT???

i think Seok-ryu should work at this guy's restaurant or help at her dads!

the faith he has in her to win! i love that about each other, they are each others biggest champions!

As someone who works in public health, i freaking love that the Korean Vegetable Association held this! LETS GOOOO!!!

Mom standing there with popcorn! Girl, gimme some that bag is huge.

I hope this episode is the Dan-ho and Mo-eum show! I love my babies! <3

Tell me the truth, why in the heck are you so against this??explain?? i need to know unless i am dumb and missed it. WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO MY YEON-DU?? WHY!!!

he said i can't quit you! (southern drawl)

oh, so we are fighting her mom now? oh wtf, this is uncalled for! we do not call my girl Yeon-du pitiful!!

decrease your work load? pray tell? GETTING MARRIED????? OH LORD. i just know this is gonna get messy.

the ta-da has me rolling, seung-hyo, the comedian you are

okay the advice she is giving is actually solid..... hmm, i have reservations. okay she is apologizing i think? whew.

BESTIE TIME!! HELL YEAH!!

"why does your story have so many twists and turns?" pot meet kettle. not the SPIT TAKE!!

seung-hyo looks soooooooooooo good in that blue striped shirt. blue is your color sir!

oh yes! dan-ho and seung-hyo guy time! now tell him you love mo-eum! right now! ugh they are talking about house improvements for the community, i'll let it slide.

oh fuck yes, getting to the good bits. i love meddling and matchmaking (when it's fun) - the acting of 'surprise' this is fucking hilarious.

"Im not an entertainment reporter but that was terrible" TELL THEM!

OH MY GOD THIS KISS !! SCREAMING!! not the getting up because he cant take it. "why did you stop?" LMFAO. these two. i will die.

okay that confession was so sweet 😭😭

reconnaissance on the snack shop, i love it - omfg wait mom is there? they are staking the place out! that's right queen, know thy enemy! awh shit, it's good.

aw, he is so down. this is breaking my heart. the reality of it all.

oh yes i love this! support her to get NerTube famous 😎

not the most beautiful person comments. BYE

i s2g he better be recording this because that was fucking cute

damn it he wasn't - a crime. 😤

not the brother hitting her with the "don't fall for me" - lmfao

not her buying mom bread since she is gonna continue seeing dan-ho!! damn right!

i get she is saying its going to be a heavy load taking on a child... but jfc can we have a normal conversation about this?

everything she wants Mo-eum to have? why in the fuck can't she do that with Dan-ho? and Yeon-du? AM I MISSING SOMETHING?

huge compliments to the writer for seok-ryu's parents arc. it's so real and i really do like their marriage, especially with the flaws they have as humans. 💗and the CUT TO THEIR WEDDING PHOTO?

me when i realize it's proposal day:

will it go well? lmfao absolutely not. it's only episode 14!

bahahah everything going wrong today, oh this is gonna be good. we got shower not working, burning with the iron! oh is this perhaps a sign? SIR?

ugh the cost of trips like these -- we gotta be firm about the budget friends! <3

my boys getting drunk again! uh oh!

ooooo fancy flowers! I do love those blooms <3 oh girl is not read for this at all.

PRO TIP FOR ANYONE PROPOSING TO SOMEONE THEY LOVE: the moment of a proposal can be a surprise, but the proposal itself should not be!

the CAR ACCIDENT LMFAOOOO - i do love that hes like we can fuck off and go to the hospital.

aw bringing her to the building he designed is so cute! oh this man is trying to drop fucking HINTS.

THIS MANS WIFE IS IN LABOR? AND HES HERE? OMFG WTF.

"I still have a chance" - brother no please cut your losses now. the universe is sending hints for a REASON.

and he trips. phenomenal.

oh she's offering to pay for the cruise? I know she is gonna do the 'noble thing', but queen. take the free trip. TAKE IT. of fucking course she is gonna lash out. please stop, right now. SToP FiGhTING!

oh fantastic lol, right when seok-ryu and seung-hyo's relationship is going up, their parents start fighting.

literally sobbing over the comment. fuck man that is so sweet.

i love seok-ryu's heart and desire for cooking and making videos. gosh its beautiful.

wait what the fuck im dying the proposal is actually sweet. andshe is gonna say..... no.... oh a fancy bracelet?? WHAT?

"I can't marry you" wait why can't? ma'am! but also sir did need to come down from reality.

"REJECTED SAYS WHO?" ME BITCH LOL.

I love how sad his voice when he said Dan-ho's name. besties 4ever!

alright Dan-ho, it's your time to give advice. knock him down a peg, he needs it. damn it, no Dan-ho don't do the hungry bit. you dumb dumb.

now the men are meddling, this is fucking everything to me. i love this friendship.

my little FAMILY WALKING TOGETHER!!! gosh i love the three of them. oh the flashback for the shoe laces, aw <3

i am going to combust, my gif queens someone please do the scene of the three of them walking <3

oh that god she got over it! yay! family dinner!

the way he slinks in to the snack shop LMFAO

lol the way they are both so PEEVED!!! HAHAH "this is betrayal!"

my man is drunk again at the stand and she is calling him out for it!! i like this stand owner!

we back at the bench. where he said his parents dont think of him. and now we are here due to the rejection! oh goodie!

well at least we are asking directly. because i want to know too!

NOT THE COOKING ROMANCE REFERENCES!

"you are my sesame oil" this lil drunkard

the housing references now omg ow.....

"why do you think we would live long lives" -> awe fuck girl, not because you are scared about getting sick again!!! wtf!!!

"Life is finite and death is inevitable" thanks seung-hyo, i already cried today

"there is one thing I can tell you for certain. I want to spend my life with you" alright okay these people

OH THANK GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! <3

the "one hundred years, ten years, one day, it has to be with you"

OH FUCK SHIT THEY ARE FOUND OUT aJGLDFAGKJADFG

the thunderclap BAHAHAH

oh we in it now friends

LOL it's gonna get feisty. But I must know now, will Mo-eum go to Antarctica??? HELLO?? I'll wait, it's fine.

#kdrama #heidi watches #love next door #lnd

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stellamalonesolaria · 3 months ago

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BTS Kim Taehyung x reader |The Woman At the Bar| Oneshot

pairing: office worker! taehyung x mysterious woman! fem reader

genre: mystery au | explores dark themes | supernatural au

author’s note: the build up is a bit slow partially because it’s my first time writing a fanfic but trust me the the story is quite the treat. just stay tuned in till the end :)

disclaimer:

the following story contains content that explores sensitive and mature themes that may not be suitable for the audience.

hence, viewers discretion is advised

trigger warning: mentions of depression, abetment of suicide.

5 June 2024, Friday

Gigophone Headquarters, Seoul.

8:15 p.m.

Taehyung’s pov

“Jin hyung, want to go out for drinks today?” I plead as hyung just looks at me cryptically and declines by shaking his head sideways.

why? i need someone to accompany me while i have my daily dose of liquor and i choose you today, jin hyung.

“Please brother, the drinks are on me this time.” i insist, yet again, receiving a devastating sigh from him as i anticipate a no.

“Okay but only this one time” Jin hyung says coldly, this was to my surprise

I smile at him and nod my head

As we’re walking towards the bar, which is located in the same vicinity as our office so we didn’t have to walk much, I feel a tap on my shoulders.

I turn to look around but I spot no one.

“what happened Taehyung? is there something on your shoulder?” Jin hyung asks concerned

“No-no hyung. I just felt something on my back probably a twig?” i dismiss the sensation i felt on my shoulder.

time skip.

In the Bar:

8:40 p.m.

Author’s p.o.v.

“ Our boss is such an A-hole, that bastard has kept my promotion on hold since the last two years. “

taehyung groans in frustration as jin just sighs as he pushes back his spectacles upwards to correct its position on his nose bridge.

“he still favours you a lot as two years ago” jin says ominously. if taehyung wasn’t aware about jin’s professionalism, he would have thought that jin sounds salty but that isn’t the case.

“i know i know but he thinks i don’t deserve the raise until i prove my competency again” taehyung rolls his eyes as he blurts this out, half wasted.

taehyung loosens his tie as he feels the warmth due to the drink creeping up

Seokjin can hold his alcohol well but cannot hold his pee. he excuses himself to use the washroom.

Suddenly, while Taehyung is immersing himself with the club’s ambience and his bitter drink, a woman enters the bar.

the woman is dressed in complete black. her black satin dress hugging her curves, her medium length silky hair reaching her mid-back with red streaks at the end, wearing two inch pointed YSL heels and carrying a black bag that slung around her shoulders. she is the embodiment of beauty.

she walks over to where the taehyung is sitting.

“Good Day Sir, May I have one glass of vodka topped with soda?” the woman in black asks

the waiter mesmerized by her charisma responds, “Sure madam, drinks are on the table today”, she smiles at this statement.

taehyung’s pov

‘what a seductress.’ i think as i feel myself growing hot because of this new presence in this club.

the woman takes her drink and then places herself on the seat right next to mine.

i can see her up close, her features are remarkable but she feels somewhat familiar . have i seen her somewhere? is she perhaps a model?

I’m pulled out of my train of thoughts when she snaps her fingers at me, grabbing my attention.

“Hi, I’m-“ loud music overrides her statement so i never get to know my name and to not sound aloof i don’t ask for her name again either.

“Taehyung.” i say, “What is a pretty girl like you doing in this cheap bar?” I ask curiously. by the looks of her attire, she looks like she lives a lavish life.

“Just reclaiming what’s mine” she says in a weird tone. ah whatever, i’m too drunk to decipher the underlying message of her statement.

her hand slowly starts to travel up my right thigh, whew that is hot but too fast too.

“ma’am, i’m not that easy” i state coquettishly as i remove her hand from my thigh and place a gentle peck on the back of it.

“oh really?” she says smirking a little

she then sips her drink, leaving a red lipstick stain on the glass and offers me to drink from it

i look at her lips. she has some kind of charm to her, she is so fucking pretty.

beep. beep.

my phone rings,

a notification pops up

“when are you returning home?”

the text displays

i grunt in annoyance

“half an hour” i text back dryly.

i keep my phone to the side again, i better go get jin hyung so that we can leave for home.

the pretty lady catches my eye again as she offers her drink to me, once again.

i politely decline. “no thank you madam.” i say. even when you’re 29, stranger danger still exists.

a slight frown forms on her face as she persists for me to have a sip.

I feel annoyed so I get up, bow to her and leave to find Jin hyung. he must be in the washroom.

I enter the men’s washroom. I knock on the door in which Jin hyung is but he asks for five more minutes.

Just as he says that, I feel the door knob click before me as I sense another person entering the bathroom stall as well.

The lady at the bar has invaded the men’s washroom.

I’m too drunk. this has to be it. otherwise, why would a woman enter into our territory?

“Taehyung-ah” she calls out my name

oh shit. she is inside the men’s washroom. i feel scared, doldrum and fear creeping in, never in a lifetime has anyone made me as uncomfortable as her.

my safety is compromised.

I compel for Jin hyung to get out as quickly as possible amidst ignoring her reprimands for not responding to her well.

He gets out, he sees the woman inside, he washes his face, to get a clear view of her, he looks shocked as he contemplates her existence in the washroom.

He grabs my hand and rushes out of the washroom, going over to pay the bill for our drinks.

My head starts throbbing a lot.

Suddenly, the woman screams at the top of her lungs. “Taehyung” that’s all she says.

my headache grows worse

she jumps onto me and starts attacking me by clinging to me.

I scream back in protest, trying to defend myself.

Everyone else in the club except for Jin hyung because he has gone over to pay our liquor dues gathers around us

Seeing the lady ferociously attached to me like a beast, they try to remove her grasp over mine.

They succeed so in doing that, her nails engraved marks onto my skin.

What a crazy woman

“Who are you miss? why are you troubling this fine gentleman? you know you could be locked up for physical harassment?” one of the people from the crowd asks her.

“I AM HIS WIFE” she shouts at the man

a brick hit my head, is this gaslighting or no way…is she my wife??

my head hurts a lot

the woman comes closer to me, “I’M YOUR WIFE TAEHYUNG, YOUR WIFE, YOU LOVE ME AND YOU ALWAYS WILL LOVE ME. EVEN DEATH CANNOT DO US PART” she says.

My wife…?? Why do I have no recollection of her then? who is she really?

so many unanswered questions flash my mind, why can i not remember what happened two years ago.

what? why did i suddenly think of what happened two years ago.

Suddenly i feel a broad, well built chest hugging me, i look up at his tears stained cheeks.

Jin hyung is weeping sorrowfully but why?

“your wife is dead, Taehyung, Y/N is dead”

too much to decipher, i fade into unconsciousness.

Author’s POV

flashback

5th July 2022

“Happy birthday sweetie, daddy loves you so much”, Taehyung says that to his five years old daughter

“Thank you so much Appa”, His daughter says smilingly.

His daughter then looks at him and smiles sadly, “Daddy, mommy made me a cake”

Taehyung listens to her surprised

“A cake? your mommy baked you a cake? aww that’s so nice of her” He says praising you.

“But she added salt instead of sugar” Minjee sighs as she says that.

“Sure it wasn’t intentional sweetie, mommy loves you a lot!” Taehyung says while he internally is aware of the truth.

“Mommy loves me? I’m sure she wants me dead” a frown forms on her face as she states this into nothingness, she quickly plasters her face with a giggle to not make the ambience of the house depressing.

Taehyung hugs his daughter, she is so mature for her age, he feels angry at you for not controlling your sentiments towards your own blood.

“How do you know that honey, every mother loves her child” taehyung tries to convince his daughter but his attempts go futile,

“She’s been bathing me with rubber gloves on, the thought of touching me with her bare hands repulses her”, minjee says with pools of tears in her eyes.

Taehyung tries to change the topic by bringing up the fact that Minjee’s grandfather, your father who is also the chairman of the company he’s working for, has nominated him for a promotion.

“That is so cool daddy, I’m so proud of you” Minjee says as she pecks his cheeks afterwards to congratulate his victory, he smiles and looks at her endearingly.

He goes into his shared room with you, his wife, who has been diagnosed with post partum depression due to the twin you miscarried while having Minjee.

“WHAT KIND OF SICK MOTHER ARE YOU?” taehyung screams at you

you say nothing

“Answer me Y/N” he says strictly, “YOU COULDNT EVEN MAKE HER A NORMAL CAKE, YOU WASH HER USING A GLOVE? HOW THE FUCK DOES SOMEONE HATE THEIR OWN AKIN?” he continues raging.

“I don’t want to hate her Taehyung”, you say crying,

“She’s my own, how can I hate her but whenever I go near her, I feel disgusted with myself and her, for some reason, i just cannot shake this feeling and this is causing a wreak havoc in my life!”, you continue,

“I’m a terrible mother, I’m not even a mother for how I feel towards my own child, I’m a moster!” you exclaim.

“THEN FUCKING CHANGE YOURSELF” he shouts at you.

“the therapy is not working, i just hate her so much. sometimes i wish for her death” you scream

taehyung feels something switch within himself, he simply grabs your shoulders, set up a noose using his belt, “you die, not her” he says without thinking and then leaves the room going to meet his daughter.

After some time, silence is all he hears in this house but then suddenly the door bell rings, revealing his father in law who also happens to be his boss.

“How are you taehyung, happy birthday to my little princess”, your father takes out a large trunk filled with toys for his beloved granddaughter.

Minjee hugs her grandfather and peppers his cheeks with little kisses as a sign of affection.

“Okay now let me go meet my daughter, Taehyung, son, please call her”

Taehyung complies as he opens the door.

he falls on his knees to his horror, as he sees you hanging from the fan with the same noose he tied for her.

He feels his heart and his head throbbing, realising he has a heart attack, he falls down.

He hears footsteps coming inside, he then grasps faint shouting from your father.

…flashback ends

5th july 2024, 9:40 p.m.

Taehyung regains his consciousness with fleeting memories from the past.

He has had another heart attack due to the sudden whiplash of events from the past.

“TAEHYUNG” jin calls out to him as taehyung slowly opens his eyes, his heart rate returning to normalcy

he hears another cry, “Appa” from his daughter whom he started to ignore ever since that incident, he got into anti depressants and memory suppressants which repressed a part of his hippocampus’s ability to remember heart wrenching moments.

he has forgotten about the existence of his little family due to the medication and the deep state of trauma but his daughter did not deserve this.

He immediately hugs his daughter and apologises to her for putting her through so much bullshit, she hugs him back. (she will need a lot of therapy when she grows up god)

“Taehyung, you had been in coma ever since the incident at the bar” Jin says worried.

“Hyung, was Y/N really there? you saw her didn’t you? Hyung please answer, she’s alive right?” Taehyung says with glint of hope in his eyes, hoping his lover is alive and well.

Jin looks down at his feet, “you’ve been suffering from visual and auditory ever since the…everything happened in the club was in your imagination that’s why i wasn’t willing to accompany you that day because you imagine her especially on that day, the same thing happened last year but not as severe as you going bonkers and then landing up in a coma” he says sadly.

Taehyung feels upset evidently, he apologises to Jin hyung and then his daughter, “I promise I will provide you with everything you want, I will compensate you for all the emotional damage by diligently going to therapy and actually trying to heal and move on”, he trails

“as for her, I haven’t processed her death yet so I will unfold myself slowly during the therapy session and hoping I could also reconcile with my father in law but i don’t think that would be possible anytime soon” he says maturely and then faints

3 years later.

Taehyung is sitting on a crimson coloured sofa in the confines of his therapist’s office whose name he keeps on forgetting as she sits in her white blouse, black pencil skirt in front of him, holding a notepad in her hand with a pencil stuck to her hair as a hair pin, scribbling down his condition and symptoms. She has administered him with a large dose of anti depressants to deal with his post grief depressive syndrome which has resulted in the suppression of few parts of his memories while this does not disrupt his daily life routine but surely does provide minor inconvenience such as forgetting trivial details. although the medication and counselling sessions have thoroughly helped him gain clarity over his past and how to deal with the trauma he has been through to be able to nurture and nurse his daughter better but still he is a lot of therapy sessions behind to reach the state of invigoration.

The therapy session begins:

“ so the medications are working, sir? “, the therapist asks.

“yes ma’am, I have reconciled with my father in law while I now prove myself to be worthy enough of that promotion, madam.”, Taehyung replies, delivering the happy news that she acknowledges with a cryptic nod.

“I think we’re ready to unpack now.” she says, expecting him to speak about the most crucial part of his past, you.

Taehyung breathes in to relax before saying, “about her? well i think i’m ready as well to face my inner demons, to face her.”

the therapist puts her notepad down on the table and sighs. Taehyung looks at her expectantly.

Therapist: we’ll go over that in our next session, till then, take care mister taehyung.

Taehyung nods his head in agreement to her statement, smiles at her, “Thank you so much for your help till this moment, miss..” ah there he goes forgetting her name yet again.

“Ah you seem to have forgotten my name mister kim”, the therapist smirks to which taehyung just shoots a boxy smile and says, “sorry madam.”

The next statement of hers, rubs that smile off his face and sends chills down his spine as she says her name.

“Y/N”.

the end

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year ago

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SR Epel Felmier - Apprentice Chef Vignette

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Epel Version ～ Let’s Make Stew 1～

Ghost Chef: ―The dish we'll have you make today is a stew.

Epel: A stew… Whew, I'm glad it's not some fancy-sounding dish I'd never heard of before.

Epel: I've made a ton of stews and other dishes like it back home, so I think I might be able to do this!

Ghost Chef: Alright, then let's get started. First, let's cut up the ingredients.

Ghost Chef: Make sure to cut each one up evenly into bite-sized pieces. First let's tackle the potatoes.

Epel: Got it! They've already been well washed, so I'll leave the skin on.

[chop, chop, chop, chop…]

Ghost Chef: Oho, not bad. Only, these are a little too large to be considered bite-sized…

Epel: Eh!? Oh, now that you mention it, I guess the stuff in the stew we eat here in the cafeteria is a bit smaller…

Epel: We usually have super chunky fillings in the stew back home, so I just chopped it up thinking of that.

Ghost Chef: I see. Well, if we cut them in half once more, they'll be a little too small… Let's just cut the other ingredients so they match the potatoes then.

Epel: Got it. Okay, I'm gonna cut up all the rest of the potatoes.

Epel: I've finished chopping up the onions and potatoes.

Ghost Chef: Good, the onions are cut perfectly into wedges. And you've even rounded the edges of the potatoes. Well done.

Epel: Mah gran… My grandmother taught me while I was helping her prep food back home.

Ghost Chef: Your grandma really knows her stuff. Did she also teach you how to handle a knife?

Epel: Ah, well, I can use a knife probably 'cause I've practiced carving a ton, I guess?

Epel: We're a family of apple farmers back in Harveston, and there's always a ton of damaged apples in our bushels…

Epel: But if I could carve some patterns or pictures into the apples while taking out the damaged parts, they become worth something again. That's why I've worked hard to learn how to do it.

Ghost Chef: You mean you sell them? That's amazing, I'd love it if you'd show me what you can do.

Epel: Hehe, sure. If I was to choose out of these stew ingredients… These carrot slices would probably be the best choice.

[slice, slice…]

Epel: Here you go, I'm done!

Ghost Chef: Ooh, you've carved a beautiful flower design into the carrot! You really are quite skilled.

Epel: Hehe, thank you. Want me to add decorations to the rest of the carrots too!?

Ghost Chef: Eh, no you don't have to… Wow, you were just raring to go, huh!

Ghost Chef: You're making me feel a little bad for throwing these beautifully carved carrots into the soup…!!

Epel: ―Stir flour in with the sauteed ingredients… Okay, this seems mixed enough, I think?

Ghost Chef: I think so too. Next, we'll add milk, water, and consommé, and let is simmer. You'll want to stir from time to time so the flour doesn't burn.

Epel: Got it!

Ghost Chef: While it's simmering, let's go over everything we've done so far. Do you have any questions?

Epel: Yes, sir! Please tell me of any foods that'll help me grow taller or more muscular!

Ghost Chef: Eh? There's nothing that screams "eat me and grow" like that. After all, the most important thing to think about is nutritional balance.

Epel: Really!? And I took this class hoping that I'd get to learn about ingredients that'd help me get bigger…

Ghost Chef: Epel-kun, you said your motivation for taking this course was to learn how to control your nutritional intake to help shape your body, right?

Epel: Yes. I want to grow taller, and gain more muscle than I have now!

Epel: Everyone back in my village said that if I ate a lot, exercised a lot, and slept a lot, I'd grow big and strong…

Epel: And still, I never got any good results. That's why recently, I've been trying to eat even more than usual…

Epel: But my Housewarden scolded me something fierce, saying that my nutritional intake was completely off.

Epel: He also said, "figure out what you yourself need and choose the right food to eat," too...

Ghost Chef: Ah, so that's what this is about. I understand. I'll make sure to go over the perfect ingredients and nutrients that you need, Epel-kun.

Epel: Please and thank you! Ah, but wait one moment, I need to get out a notepad!!

Ghost Chef: ―And there you have it. Do you see now that the stew we're making now also has a ton of nutrients that's good for you?

Epel: Yes, thank you!

Epel: There were so many new words bein' thrown my way that my brain's overloaded… This whole nutrition thing is a lot harder than I thought…

Ghost Chef: Alright, here we go, Epel-kun, let's do the finishing touches. Put the chicken and broccoli into the pot and let it simmer for an additional 5 minutes!

Epel: Got it! I'll throw in the pre-cooked chicken and broccoli and… There we go.

Epel: Oh yeah, by the way, we're making a savory stew today, but… does the cafeteria menu ever have sweet stews?

Ghost Chef: Sweet stews?

Epel: Yeah, it's got stuff like apples and nuts in it… It might feel a little like it should be a dessert, but it's not too sweet, and it's got a great flavor.

Epel: You can eat it hot or cold, so whenever I got sick, mah gran… my grandmother would make it for me―

Epel: Or…? Maybe it's not really a thing…? Maybe gran just came up with it…

Ghost Chef: A dessert-like stew, hm. I feel like I may have come across in some small village before… I'll look it up later.

Ghost Chef: It may be interesting if we were to serve it as promo dish in the cafeteria. I'm sure it would be delicious if we used the apples from Harveston.

Epel: Hehe, and 'cause the apples from Harveston are super delicious, it'll quickly become a popular dish, no doubt.

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Epel Version ～ Let’s Make Stew 2～

Epel: That smells good… I think this stew came out amazing!

Ghost Chef: I agree. You did a good job cutting the vegetables and stirring the pot. All those times you helped out back home really came in handy.

Ghost Chef: Now, plate the stew and let's head out to the judging venue.

Epel: YES, SIR! ALRIGHT! AH'M GONNA WINNIT!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Riddle: A pleasant aroma is wafting out from the kitchen… It seems my food will be served soon.

Epel: Sorry to keep you waiting. This stew must have been what you ordered, Riddle-san.

Riddle: Why, hello there, Epel. You must be taking the elective this time around.

Riddle: I am still in the midst of my own studies when it comes to cooking… But as I was selected a judge for this, I shall make sure to give you my sincerest assessment.

Epel: Urgh, feels like you'd be super strict, too… Please take it easy on me…

Epel: Once more, I present to you the stew you've ordered.

Epel: It's still hot, so take care not to burn your tongue.

Riddle: On closer inspection, I see that there is a design carved into the carrots. How wonderfully intricate.

Epel: Hehe, thank you! I'm actually pretty good at carving, so.

Riddle: As for the ingredients in the stew… These seem to be a little larger than the ones normally served in the cafeteria.

Epel: Hehe, don't you think that makes it worth eating?

Riddle: Perhaps, but they do seem a little too big… These are bigger than my spoon.

Epel: Yep. I bet it'll really fill you up!

Riddle: R-Right, okay. I shall dig in, then.

[bite, chew, chew…]

Epel: …

Riddle: …Mm, delicious. I was a tad worried, since the vegetables were cut a little large, but they've been perfectly cooked through.

Epel: Thank you very much! And this stew isn't just tasty, it's also chocked full of nutrition.

Riddle: Chocked full of nutrition…? Could you elaborate further?

Epel: Sure! Uhh… One second.

Epel: Carrots are rich in Vitamin A, while potatoes are rich in Vitamin C.

Epel: The broccoli has a ton of fiber. The onion has an anti, uh… antioxidative effect? Yeah.

Epel: Chicken has a ton of protein. And the milk used for the stew has a ton of calcium!

Epel: There's a lot of other nutrients that are good for the growing body…

Epel: Uhh, so basically… Stews are the perfect dish to help you grow!

Riddle: I was a little startled because you suddenly brought out a notepad, but… Did you write down all the nutrients of all the ingredients you used for this dish there?

Epel: Yep! I can't remember things just from hearing it once, so I took notes as the Chef taught me while we were cooking.

Epel: I wanted to figure out what kind of nutrition I need for my own growth, which is why I took this course.

Epel: I was writing everything down real fast, so there's some parts I can't read, but…

Riddle: …There's no point to taking notes if you cannot read them back later.

Epel: Urgh… Yes, you're right. I'll make sure to check with the Chef again later…

Riddle: That being said, I think it's spectacular that you are attempting to further your own knowledge in order to reach your goals.

Riddle: Just as you say, it isn't only about the appearance or taste, but also the nutrients that go into it. I shall also take this moment to learn something.

Ghost Chef: We always make our dishes while thinking of that nutritional balance, so it's lovely to see Epel-kun this invested.

Epel: I-It's a little embarrassing to hear you say that, but… Thank you for your kind words!

Epel: It's much more fun to learn about nutrition through cooking rather than reading through a musty book…

Epel: I'm gonna keep on learning about nutrition and get me a super muscular body!!

Ghost Chef: I don't think you'll be able to get muscular on your diet alone, but… I'm glad to see you so motivated.

Epel: Alllright, I'm gonna work even harder! Chef, I'm looking forward to some more of your instruction!

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layce2015 · 1 year ago

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Hammer Of The Gods

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Thunder crashes and the rain pours down as we pulled up to this hotel called the Elysian Fields. Hurrying to get inside, Dean parks the car in front of the lobby at an angle and run towards the door.

We gasp as we enter and hear lounge music playing and honestly, this place looked pretty snazzy and fancy. It's unlike any hotels we've stayed at.

"Whew. Nice digs, for once." Dean said and we walk up to the front desk were a tall, dark haired man stands. "Busy night." Dean said to the attendant, questioning. "Any port in a storm, I guess." The man chuckles. "If you could just fill this out, please." He said to Dean. "Yeah." Dean said and he takes the forms and I go up to the man.

"Uh, can I get a form too. We need two rooms." I said. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but all of the rooms are taking." He said and I sighed, disappointed. It's been a little over a week since Dean and I decided to take a break and everytime we stopped at a hotel, I always made sure I got a room myself. But, of course, this hotel would be booked up.

"Your key." The attendant said and I shake my head out of my thoughts and I see him handing Dean the key. "Oh. Thanks. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?" He asked. "Buffet. All you can eat. Best pie in the tri-state area." The guy said. "You don't say?" Dean said, intrigued. "You said the magic words, sir." I said, with a small laugh, then we leave the lobby.

Sam and I were sitting at a table, in the dining room, when Dean comes up to us, holding two plates. He sits down and sets one plate in front of him, which had pie, then the other to me and I notice that the plate was filled with my favorite meal: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and a roll. I look over at him and give him a knowing look.

"What?" Dean asked me, innocently. "You trying to butter me up, Winchester?" I asked him and he shrugs. "Hey, I noticed some of your favorite foods up there and I thought you'd be hungry." He said and I gave him a small smirk and shake my head. Then I started eating it as I was pretty hungry while Dean turns to Sam.

"Sam, unpucker, man. Eat something." he said as he pats his shoulder. "We should hit the road, Dean." Sam said, shaking his head. "In this storm? I-it's--" I started to say after I swallowed my bite of chicken. "It's biblical. Exactly. I-it's friggin' Noah's ark out there, and we're eating pie and chicken." Sam said. "How many hours of sleep did you get this week? What? Three? Four? Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in 12 states." Dean said. "Yeah, well, I'm not giving up." Sam said.

"Nobody's giving up. Especially me. We're gonna find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. And we will find Cas and Ariel, and we'll find Adam. But you are no good to me burnt out." Dean said to him. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Sam said. "Come on, we've actually got the night off for once. Let's try to enjoy it." Dean said and he eats on his pie.

We head to our room and see a couple making out in front of their room. I roll my eyes at this then Dean and I share an awkward glance before we head inside the room. "Wow. Look at this. We're like Rockefellers." Dean said, impressed, as we look around the large elegant looking room. The crappy thing was...there was only two beds and there was a couch

"Chocolates! You want yours?" Dean asked Sam as he holds up the little chocolates that were on the pillows. "If he doesn't want it, I'll take it." I said and Dean tosses the chocolate to me and I catch it and start to eat on it. "Hey, (y/n), you want the bed and I'll take the couch." Sam said and I shake my head.

"No, you go ahead and take the bed. Besides, that couch looks too small for you, Sam." I said and Sam chuckles while Dean looks through the channel guide on the TV. "Whoa. Casa Erotica 13 on demand." He said and Sam scoffs. "Oh God." I groaned.

"What?" Dean asked us. "Isn't this place...in the middle of nowhere?" Sam asked. "So?" Dean asked. "So what's a four-star hotel doing on a no-star highway?" Sam asked and I nod a bit at this. "Yeah, that is very odd." I said.

Suddenly, a woman moans, pleasurably, on the other side of the wall. We hear the bed thumping, the couple chuckling, then a loud thud which accompanies the brick wall of the room being smashed in from the other side, almost knocking the LCD flat screen television off the wall.

Sam, Dean and I exchange shocked look. "Damn." I said, stunned.

We leave our room and head to the room, where the sex crazed couple were in, next to us and open the door to find it empty. Then I found a large engagement ring on the floor. "Hello?" Dean calls out but no reply. "Hello?" Sam calls out but again no reply. "Where the hell are they?" I asked.

We make our way down to the lobby and go to the attendant. "The, uh, the room next to ours -- t-the couple that are, uh, joined at the lips -- have you seen them?" Dean asked him. "Mr. and Mrs. Logan -- the honeymooners? They checked out." the attendant said and we furrow our brows.

"Is something the matter?" The guy asked. "They checked out?" Sam asked, clarifying. "Mm-hmm. Mm, just now." The guy said. "Really? It sort of seemed like they were, uh...in the middle of something." Sam said, chuckling. "Yeah, it's kind of weird for honeymooners to, uh, check out without this." I said and I hold up the engagement ring.

"Oh, dear. I'll just put that right in the lost and found. Don't you worry. Is there anything else I can help you with?" The guy asked as he takes the ring away from me. "Uh, no. No, we're good." Dean assured. "Super-fantastic." The guy said and we walk away from the desk.

"Creepy." Sam mutters. "Broke the needle." Dean mutters. "All right, well, I'll scope the place out, and you boys keep an eye on Norman Bates over here." I said to them and Sam nods while Dean gives me a concerned look. "I'll be fine, Dean. You don't have to worry about me." I said, a bit exasperated, and he looks down then I turn and walk away.

I exit the elevator and pull out an EMF detector as I began to walk down the hallway. I pass a room with its door open and I could've sworn I seen and Elephant holding a towel. I stop and take a few steps back to look again, and see man wrapping a towel around his torso. "This ain't no peep show, girlie!" The man shouts at me and I was a bit shocked but I quickly recover. "Well, don't have your door wide open!" I exclaimed and I turn and run off before the guy could say anything else.

Later, I meet up with the boys and take them to the room I saw the elephant in only to find it empty. "An elephant?" Dean asked me. "Yeah." I said. "Like, an elephant?" Sam asked. "Like, full-on Babar." I said. "So what the hell is...Where is everybody?" Sam asked and I shrug.

We make our way back down and Sam attempts to open the lobby doors, but they do not budge. "Let me guess -- it's locked." I said and Sam sighs as he turns to us then nods. "So what -- the roaches check in, they don't check out?" Dean asked. "Full-on Hotel California." I said.

"Think about how we got here. That detour on I-90? The friggin' hurricane?" Sam said to us. "You saying we were led here?" Dean asked. "Like rats in a maze." Sam said and I sighed. "Fantastic." I grumble.

We walk into the kitchen and I see one pot on a stove top and I could hear something boiling inside. Dean sees it as well and he looks at it and we see red liquid boiling inside. "Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup." He whispers, hopeful, and he lifts ladle to reveal eyeballs. "Motel hell." Dean grumbles as I gag a bit. "Well, that's put me off of tomato soup for the rest of my life." I said.

Then I walk over to Sam as he walks up to a freezer. I follow him and we look through the little window and see the rest of the hotel guests. "Help us! Get us out!" One of the guest shouts at us and Sam reaches into his pocket and removes his lock picking tool kit.

"Hurry up!" Dean yells at him. "I'm going as fast as I..." Sam said as he turns but he stops and his eyes widen. "..as I can." He finished and I sighed. "There's somebody behind us, isn't there?" I asked and Sam nods before I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulder.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam, Dean and (y/n) were dragged into the Grand Ballroom by three men. "Something tells me this isn't a Shriner convention." Dean quips and the trio were set down on three chairs, in front of a panel of several people, and one man, Mercury, stands up. "Dinner is served." He said and the rest of the people applauded.

Then another man, Baldur, stands up and gestures to the trio. "Ladies and Gentleman, our guests of honor have arrived." he said and Dean, Sam and (y/n) look at each other. "Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming. Although in all my centuries, I never thought I'd see this. This many gods under one roof.--" Baldur said and Sam turns to Dean and (y/n). "Gods?" He said, questioning.

"--Now, before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules. No slaughtering each other. Curb your wrath. Oh, and uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. We're, trying to keep a low profile here.--" Baldur said. "Oh, we are so...so screwed." (Y/n) mutters to the boys as Baldur continues.

"--Now we all know why we're here. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we've all had our little disagreements in the past. The time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. Because if we don't, we won't have one. Now we do have two very valuable bargaining chips. Michael and Lucifer's vessels. And a bonus female human. The question is, what do we do now? Anybody have any bright ideas? Speak up. This is a safe room." Baldur said to crowd of gods.

"What do we do? We kill them!" Zao Shen said in his native language and Ganesh laughs. "Kill 'em? What, so the angels can bring the back again?" Ganesh said. "I don't know what everybody's getting so worked up about! 'Cause it's just a couple of angels having a slap fight! There's no Armageddon. Everybody knows, when the world comes to an end, the Great Serpent Jormungandr rises up, and I myself will be eaten by a big wolf!" Odin said before he laughs.

"Here we go..." Zao sighs. "Oh yeah? And why is that? Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world's getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle? Ha! Give me a break!" Odin argues. "Don't mock my world turtle." Zao growls.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Odin asked him, on a mocking tone. "I'm gonna send you packing to Valhalla!" Zao yells at him. "You watch your mouth when you talk to me, boy!" Odin threatens. "Boy? I'm older than you." Zao said. "No one's ever proved that." Odin said, defensively.

As Odin and Zao argue, Sam, Dean and (y/n) slowly and quietly move from their seats and attempt to exit the room without being noticed. As they near the door, a chandelier falls in front of them with a loud crash, Dean was able to pull (y/n) away just in time before the chandelier could fall on her.

"Thanks." She said, appreciatively, and they turn to the gods. "Stay." The woman, Kali, said then she turns to the other gods. "We have to fight. The archangels -- the only thing they understand is violence. This ends in blood. There is no other way, it's them, or us." She said. "With all due respect, ma'am, we haven't even tried talking to them." Mercury said but then he begins to choke up blood. Baldur turns to Kali and stops her from killing Mercury outright.

"Kali!" He shouts and she stops then she glares between Mercury and Baldur. "Who asked you?" She growls.

Suddenly, the doors to the Grand Ballroom open to reveal Gabriel, who is not wearing a name tag like the others are. "Can't we all just get along!" He exclaims, questioning. Dean attempts to say Gabriel but is cut off by Gabriel, choking on the word. "Sam! (Y/n)! Dean...It's always wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?" Gabriel asked him while Baldur stares at him, shocked.

"Loki." He mutters. "Baldur. Good seeing you too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail." Gabriel said. "Why are you here?" asked Baldur. "To talk about the elephant in the room." Gabriel said and Ganesh begins to stand, indignant. "Not you. The Apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang. But first things first." Gabriel said then he turns to the trio.

"The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later." Gabriel said then he snaps his fingers and the trio appear in their room.

"O.K. Did that -- Holy crap!" Dean said, shocked. "What the hell?!" (Y/n) exclaims. "Yeah, tell me about it." Sam said.. "Oh, thank goodness, you three are okay." A voice said behind them and they turn and see Ariel. "Ariel!" (Y/n) said, relieved, and she goes over to her and hugs her.

Ariel seizes up at this but she relaxes. "We were so worried about you." (Y/n) said as she pulls back from the hug. "For a moment there, so was I." She said as (y/n) steps back then Sam comes up and hugs her too. "It's good to see you." Sam said and he steps away then Dean and Ariel share an awkward look before Ariel clears her throat.

"I, uh, heard about Zachariah...I owe you an apology, Dean." She said. "I doubted you and...I feel bad that..." she continues but Dean waves his hand, vaguely. "It's okay. You were mostly right about me." He said then Ariel smiles and she holds her arms out to him. Dean rolls his eyes a bit but goes ahead and hugs her too.

"What about Cas? Where is he?" Sam asked Ariel as her and Dean break the hug. "I-I don't know. I woke up in a field a couple days ago. I was really weak but Gabriel was the one who found me and has helped me recover, I'm still a little weak but getting better. And then he found about the other gods gathering here in this hotel and when we saw your Impala outside of the hotel, we grew worried." Ariel said.

"Yeah, you're welcome by the way." Gabriel's voice said as he appears behind the trio and they turn to him. "So you guys are gonna pull us outta the fire?" (Y/n) asked. "Bingo! Those guys are either gonna dust you, or use you as bait. Either way, you're uber boned." Gabriel said. "Wow, 'cause a couple of months ago you were telling us that we need to play our roles. You're uber boning us!" Dean said. "Ohh...The end is still nigh. Michael and Lucifer are gonna dance the lambada, but not tonight. Not here." Gabriel said. "Well, hopefully, not at all." Ariel said and Gabriel scoffs. "Denial ain't just a river, sis." He said to her and she glares at him.

"And why do you care?" Dean asked Gabriel. "I don't care. But, me and Kali we, uh, had a thing. Chick was all hands. What can I say? I'm sentimental." He said and Ariel groans at this.

"Do they have a chance? Against Satan?" Sam asked Ariel and Gabriel and Dean turns to him. "Really, Sam?" He asked, sounding like that was the dumbest thing he ever asked. "You got a better idea, Dean?" (Y/n) asked him, annoyed, and Dean shrugs.

"It's a bad idea. Lucifer's gonna turn them into finger paint. So let's get going while the going's good, hmm?" Gabriel said. "I agree." Ariel said. "O.K. Great, why don't you just zap us outta here then?" Dean asked. "Would if I could, but Kali's got you by the short and curlies. It's a blood spell. You three are on a leash." Gabriel explains.

"What does that mean?" (Y/n) asked. "It means it's time for a bit of the old black magic." Gabriel said then he spritzes his mouth with breath spray and Ariel does a face, mimicking that she was gagging. "Oh, don't be such a prude, sis." Gabriel said. "I'm not just...the thought of you...and...Kali...it's just...ugh..." she groans, scrunching up her face, and Gabriel gives her an exasperated look.

"Look, do whatever you have to do. Well, we're gonna take the hors d'oeuvres in the freezer with us." Dean said. "Forget it. It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks outta here." Gabriel said. "They called you Loki, right? Which means they don't really know who you are?" Dean asked. "Told you. I'm in witness protection." Gabriel said.

"O.K., well then how about you do what we say, or we tell the, uh, legion of doom about your secret identity. They don't seem like a real pro-angel kinda crowd." Dean threatens and Gabriel glares at him. "I'll take your voices away." He said. "We'll write it down." Dean said. "I'll cut off your hands." Gabriel growls.

"Well then, people are gonna be asking, Why are you guys running around with no hands?" Dean said and Gabriel glares at him. "Gabriel..." Ariel said and he turns to his little sister. "I think we should listen to them." She said and her and Gabriel stare at each other, almost like there was a more detailed silent conversation happening between them and Gabriel sighs. "Fine." He huffs.

Since Ariel was still recovering and the thought of her running around a place that was anti-Archangels, the trio had to go down to the kitchen on their own while Gabriel distracted Kali.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) enter the lobby/lounge area as a man is heard screaming from the far side employee entrance. The trio quickly move out of sight as the two men drag one of the freezer occupants out into the lobby. "No! N-No! No! Please! Gah!" The man screams. "It's too late." Sam whispers just as the man's neck is chopped with a cleaver and they make their way to the kitchen.

The screams of those trapped in the freezer could still be heard as Sam tries to hurriedly unlock the freezer with his lock picking tool kit. Dean and (y/n) are then grabbed and thrown across the room by Zao, who grabs Sam by the neck, pinning him to the freezer door.

Dean and (y/n) struggle to move after landing on top of a metal shelving unit. (Y/n) gets up then she pulls out a wooden stake from her jacket pocket, runs to Zao and stabs Zao with it. Zao releases Sam and dies. "You okay, Sam?" (Y/n) asked him and Sam nods. "Where the hell is Gabriel?" Dean asked as he stands up.

But then the trio are once again thrown into the ballroom. "How long have you known?" Gabriel asked as he stands with Kali and the other deities. "Long enough." Kali said. "How's the rescue going?" Dean asked, sarcastically.

"Well, surprise, surprise. The Trickster has tricked us." Kali said. "Kali, don't." Gabriel pleads. "You're mine now. And you have something I want." Kali said as she reaches into Gabriel's jacket and removes his angel blade. "An Archangel's blade. From the Archangel, Gabriel." She said and everyone looks at him, shocked.

"Okay, okay! So I got wings, like Kotex. But that doesn't make me any less right about Lucifer." Gabriel said. "He's lying. He's a spy." Kali spat. "I'm not a spy. I'm a runaway. I'm trying to save you. I know my brother, Kali. He should scare the living crap out of you. You can't beat him. I've skipped ahead, seen how this story ends--" Gabriel explains then Kali talks over to him.

"Your story. Not ours. Westerners, I swear. The sheer arrogance. You think you're the only ones on earth? You pillage and you butcher in your God's name. But you're not the only religion, and he's not the only God. And now you think you can just rip the planet apart? You're wrong. There are billions of us. An we were here first. If anyone gets to end this world, it's me. I'm sorry." Kali said then she stabs Gabriel with his own blade. Gabri screams, and in a flash of light, dies.

The trio's jaws drop at this as Mercury turns to Kali. "This is crazy." he said. "They can die. We can kill Lucifer." Kali said as she gestures to the blade.

"All right you primitive screwheads, listen up." Dean said, angrily, and (y/n) grabs his arm. "Are you outta your mind?" She asked him, confused but also concern. "I'm outta options." He said and the two share a look then she let's his arm go and he turns to the deities.

"Now on any other given day, I'd be doing my damndest to, uh, kill you. You filthy murdering chimps. But, uh, hey, desperate times. So even though I'd love nothing better than to slit your throats, you dicks, I'm gonna help you. I'm going to help you ice the devil. And then we can all get back to ganking each other, like normal. You want Lucifer, well, dude's not in the Yellow Pages. But me, (y/n) and Sam, we can get him here." Dean said and the other deities eye him.

"How?" Kali asked him. "First you let those main courses go. Then we talk. We can either take on the devil together, or you lame-ass bitches can eat me. Literally." Dean said and the others share a look.

Later, Dean makes it down to the kitchens and opens the freezer door. "Come on everybody! Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Alright, alright, go, go, go! Get outta here!" Dean shouts at them and he leads the people out of place.

The guests run out in the parking lot and into their respective cars and leave. Dean sighs and start to turn back but then they hear something. "Psst! Dean!" A voice said and Dean turns to see Gabriel sitting in the backseat of the Impala, the window rolled down.

"Don't look at me! Act natural. Get in." Gabriel said and Dean quits looking at him and gets into the Impala. "Man, there is nothing natural about this at all. I thought you were dead." Dean said. "You think I'd give Kali my real sword? That thing can kill me!" Gabriel exclaimed.

"Then what do they have in there?" Dean asked him. "A fake! Made it out of a can of diet orange Slice. So, uh, go snag our blood, would ya?" Gabriel asked. "What?" Dean asked. "I heard you in there. Kali likes you. You can get close. Lift the plasma, then we vamoose." Gabriel said. "No. Hand over the real blade. Better yet, why don't you sack up and help us take down Lucifer." Dean said and Gabriel looked at him like he was crazy.

"You can't be serious?" Gabriel asked. "Deadly." Dean said, firmly. "Since when are you butt buddies with a bunch of monsters? That's all they are to you, aren't they?" Gabriel asked. "Alright, you know, Sam was right. It's nuts, but it's the best idea we've heard, so unless you have a better one?" Dean said. "Well, good luck with that. Me? I'm blowing Jonestown. Those lemmings wanna run off a cliff, that's their business." Gabriel said.

"I see right through you, you know that? The smart-ass shell, the whole I could give a crap thing? Believe me, it takes one to know one." Dean said to Gabriel and the archangel narrows his eyes at him. "That so?" He asked. "Yes. And maybe those freaks in there aren't your blood but they are your family." Dean said.

"They just stabbed me in the friggen heart!" Gabriel exclaimed, indignant. "Maybe, but you still give a crap about 'em, don't you?" Dean asked and Gabriel sighs. "Dean." He said. "Now they're gonna die in there, without you." Dean said to him. "I can't kill my brother." Gabriel said. "Can't or won't?" Dean asked but Gabriel doesn't answer as he looks down. "That's what I thought." Dean said before he leaves the Impala.

"So you're going to summon Lucifer." Kali said, questioning, to Sam. "Sort of. I just need you to squeegee some stuff from my ribs and he'll come running." Sam said. "Breaking them would be easier." Kali said while (y/n) gives Sam a worried look. "You sure about this, Sam?" She asked. "It's the only way." Sam said just as Dean comes in. "Show's over. Sword's a fake, and Gabriel, he's still kicking. I hate to break it to you, sister, but you've been tricked." Dean said to Kali.

Then the lights in the Grand Ballroom begin to flicker. "What's happening?" Baldur asked as they all look around. "It's him." Sam whispers. "How?" Kali asked, confused. "Does it matter? Shazzam us outta here, would ya?" (Y/n) asked her. "We can't." Baldur said and the door opens again and they all turn to see the new guest, who was covered in blood. "Of course you can't. You didn't say mother, may I?" Lucifer said, smiling,

Meanwhile, Ariel was laying down on the bed but noticed that the lights started to flicker. "Oh no." She said as she sits up, quickly. "He's here." Gabriel said to Ariel as he appears in the room.

"We need to get them out now." Ariel said to him. "Correction, you are gonna get them out." He said and Ariel furrows her brow. "Wait, what are you talking about?" She asked. "I'm gonna buy you some time to get those muttonheads out of here." Gabriel said and Ariel shakes her head. "No, you're coming with us." She said. "Someone's gotta keep him distracted." Gabriel said.

"He'll kill you, Gabe." She said, worried. "Probably, but it's the only way." He said and Ariel's eyes start to well up with tears and Gabriel places his hands on her shoulders. "Just promise me that you'll do whatever it takes to stop Michael and Lucifer." He said and Ariel furrows her brow. "I-I-I thought you..." she stammers.

"I believe you can do it. I believe in you." Gabriel said to her and she gives a small, sad smile to him. Then she goes and hugs him and he hugs her back. They pull back and Gabriel gives her a proud smile. "Don't tell anyone but...you've always been my favorite." He tells her and Ariel scoffs out a laugh. "Okay...now c'mon, we got some people to save." He said and she nods as a small tear runs down her face.

"Sam, Dean, (y/n), good to see you again." Lucifer said to the trio. "Baldur, don't." Kali said to Baldur as he walks up to Lucifer. "You think you own the planet? What gives you the right?" Baldur asked as he confronts Lucifer, who then stabs into Balder, ripping him apart from the inside with his bare hand, killing him.

"No one gives us the right, we take it." Lucifer said in a low voice. As Lucifer throws Baldur to the ground, Kali becomes enraged, engulfing her arms in fire which she throws at Lucifer, causing Sam, (y/n) and Dean to jump for cover behind an overturned table.

The flames dissipate revealing no damage to Lucifer's vessel then he hits Kali with an uppercut to the chin, sending her flying. "You guys okay?" (Y/n) asked the boys. "Not really." Gabriel's voice said as he and Ariel appear next to them. This shocked the trio as Gabriel turns to the trio. "Better late then never, huh?" Gabriel said then he hands Dean a copy of CASA EROTICA #13 on DVD.

"Guard this, with your life." He said as Dean takes it. "Also, watch over my sister." He said and he gets up while Ariel turns to the trio, a sad look on her face. "Meet me outside." She whispers and she disappears.

Lucifer is about to stomp on Kali but is blown back through the Grand Ballroom doors. Gabriel stands, a blade in hand. "Lucy, I'm home." He teased and Lucifer glares at him. "Not this time." Gabriel said then he picks up Kali. "Guys! Get her outta here." He shouts at the trio and they go to Kali and they run out while Lucifer looks at Gabriel, offended.

"Over a girl. Gabriel, really? I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn't catch anything." He said. "Lucifer, you're my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks." Gabriel spat and Lucifer looked surprised. "Wait, what did you just say to me?" He asked him.

"Look at yourself! Boo hoo! Daddy was mean to me, so I'm gonna smash up all his toys." Gabriel shouts, exasperated. "Watch your tone." Lucifer growls, angrily. "Play the victim all you want. But you and me? We know the truth. Dad loved you best. More than Michael, more than me. Then he brought the new baby home and you couldn't handle it. So this is all just one big temper tantrum. Time to grow up." Gabriel spat at him.

"Gabriel, if you're doing this for Michael..." Lucifer said. "Screw him. If he were standing here, I'd shiv his ass too." Gabriel said. "You disloyal--" Lucifer growls but Gabriel shakes his head. "Oh, I'm loyal. To them!" He said. "Who? These so called gods?" Lucifer asked. "To people, Lucifer. People" Gabriel yells.

"So you're willing to die, for a pile of cockroaches. Why?" Lucifer asked him. "Because Dad was right. They are better than us." Gabriel replied. "They are broken. Flawed! Abortions." Lucifer yells, angrily "Damn right they're flawed. But a lot of them try. To do better, to forgive. And you should see the Spearmint Rhino! I've been riding the pine a long time. But I'm in the game now, and I'm not on your side, or Michael's. I'm on theirs." Gabriel said.

"Brother, don't make me do this." Lucifer said. "No one makes us do anything." said Gabriel. "I know you think you're doing the right thing, Gabriel. But I know where your heart truly lies." Lucifer said as a second Gabriel comes up behind him. As he lunges forward, Lucifer catches his arm and stabs Gabriel's own blade into his chest.

"Here. Amateur hocus pocus. Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother." Lucifer said before he jerks the blade in Gabriel's chest. In a burst of light, Gabriel dies.

The trio run out of the motel with Kali while Ariel stands at by the Impala. "Who are..." Kali started to ask once she sees Ariel. "A helping hand." Ariel said as she opens the door for them. "I'm not getting in that thing." Kali said, disgusted, as she stares at the car.

"Just get in the car, princess." Dean yells and she gets in, then Ariel and (y/n) enter after her and Sam gets into the passenger seat. Dean gets in to the driver's seat and the three of them drive off.

"Dear Diary, being a high powered business president is super-fun. But sooo exhausting. Sometimes, I just need to relax. I need Casa Erotica." The porn star's inner monologue said as she writes in her diary as cheesy porno music plays Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. "Room Service!" A voice calls.

"I feel a bit uncomfortable." Ariel said as her, (y/n) and the boys stand by the Impala and watch the video on Sam's laptop that was propped on the roof of the car. "Come in!" The porno star said and Sam turns to Dean.

"Gabriel wanted you to guard this with your life?" He asked. "Maybe he's a fan. It is a good one." Dean said, shrugging, and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

The door to the hotel room opens and Gabriel appears, wearing a mustache and a service waiter's outfit. "I've got the kielbasa you ordered." He said. "Ooh. Polish?" The woman asked him. "Hungarian." Gabriel said then he throws the dish onto the mantle as he and the woman kiss.

The trio look slightly disturbed while Ariel turns her head away, feeling uncomfortable. Gabriel is passionately kissing the woman, while feeling her up and down, erotically. Both are moaning.

"What the hell's going on?" (Y/n) asked, confused, as Gabriel turns to the camera, removes his mustache and begins to speak, breaking the fourth wall of the film.

"Sam, Dean, (y/n). You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Well, if you're watching this, I'm dead. Oh please! Stop sobbing, it's embarrassing for all of us. Without me, you've got zero shot at killing Lucifer, sorry! But can trap him. The cage you sprung Lucifer from? It's still down there. And maybe, just maybe, you can shove his ass back in. Not that it'll be easy. You gotta get the cage open, trick my bro back into it. And uh, oh yeah, avoid Michael and the God Squad. But hey, details, right? And here's the big secret, Lucifer himself doesn't even know -- the key to the cage? It's out there. Actually it's keys, plural. Four keys, well, four rings. From the Horsemen. You get 'em all, you got the cage. Can't say I'm betting on you boys. But, uh, hey! I've been wrong before. And Dean, you were right. I was afraid to stand up to my brother, not any more." Gabriel explained then he stands up.

"So this is me, standing up." He said. "And this is, me, lying down." He said as he grabs the woman, throwing her and himself to the bed, and begins making love to her. The trio look confused, then disturbed, and finally, Sam shuts his laptop.

"Oh, uh, oh! Oh man!" Sam stammers. "I feel uncomfortable and violated." (Y/n) said while Ariel turned her back to the others. "Horsemen, huh? Well, we got War's. We nicked Famine's. That's two down. Collect all four? All we need is Pestilence and Death." Dean said. "Oh, is that all?" Sam asked, sarcastically.

"It's a plan." Dean said and Sam nods and retrieves his laptop and (y/n) turns to Ariel, who stands there and stares out at the field ahead of her. "Ariel? A-Are you okay?" (Y/n) asked her. "Yeah...yeah...I'm just...." Ariel stops and takes a deep breath.

The trio watch her, with worry and concern, until she turns around with a determined face. "So we just need Death and Pestilence, right?" She asked and the boys nodded. "Ariel, it's okay if you need a minute." Sam said to her, concern, but she shakes her head. "I'll grieve later when this is all done." She said, firmly, then a second later she was gone.

(Y/n) frowns then turns to the boys, who both shrug at her, and they all get into the car and drive away.

That night, the trio stopped at another one of (y/n)'s safe houses, the farmhouse style one, and (y/n) couldn't help but toss and turn in her bed. She didn't know if she just wasn't getting comfortable or couldn't sleep. She sighs, sits up and runs her hands over her face.

Maybe getting something to drink will help. She thought as she stands up, walks out of the room and goes down the stairs to the kitchen. She goes to the fridge and pulls out a beer bottle and shuts the fridge door. "Evening, (y/n)." A voice said, making (y/n) jump.

She turns to her right and sees Ariel. "Ariel! God, you scared the crap outta me!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Ariel said, sincerely. "No, it's fine just....maybe knock or better yet...get you a phone so you can text me." (Y/n) said and Ariel nods.

"Sooo...how you feelin'?" (Y/n) asked her as she takes a seat at the table and gestures for the Archangel to do the same. "Honestly, I don't know." Ariel said as she sits across from her. "I just feel like....I don't know..." Ariel sighs. "Like you just want to scream and shout and punch everything in sight?" (Y/n) asked her and Ariel looks at her and nods. "I feel like that everytime I lose someone I care about." (Y/n) said, sadly.

"It's just....Gabriel made me promise that I will stop Michael and Lucifer...and I want to honor that to him. But...." Ariel stops as she thinks. "But what?" (Y/n) asked her. "I guess, I'm afraid I'm gonna fail him and his sacrifice will mean nothing." Ariel said, upset, and (y/n) frowns then reaches out and places a comforting hand on Ariel's arm.

"Don't worry, you're not gonna do this alone. You'll have me, Sam and Dean." (Y/n) said and Ariel stares at her and gives a small smile. "I know..." she said, appreciatively. “I didn’t know Gabriel long and most of our time together wasn’t exactly good. But he really came through for us in the end.” (Y/n) said and Ariel smiles, faintly.

“To Gabriel.” (Y/n) said, raising her beer bottle in the air. She then takes a sip and Ariel's smile grew.

“Is it okay, if I ask about you and Dean? The last time I saw you, things between you two were…as you would say, crappy.” Ariel said and (y/n) scoffs a little. “I just want to know if you’re alright.” Ariel said and (y/n) sighs. "I don't know, honestly. I really want to say yeah, everything's fine, we're good but...it's not." She said. "How so?" Ariel asked, curiously.

"I told him I need some time to think and when I get some me time, I just remember all the good times we had. The talks, the laughs, the teamwork we have, everytime we made love...it always made me smile. Sure, he can be an ass sometimes but he can be charming, sweet and funny." (Y/n) said as she has a small smile but then it fades.

"But then I think about what he did and I sometimes wonder, what if he does it again? What if he does that and this time it is permanent?" (Y/n) asked. Ariel hums in thought. “I'm not a relationship expert…“ she started. “Oh, I remember.” (Y/n) remarked. “But the way Dean looks at you now. It’s clear to even me he’s heartbroken over what’s he has done.” Ariel continues.

(Y/n) nodded, looking down at her beer. “I know, he apologized to me. I know how sorry and heartbroken he is. But I can’t shake how afraid I am of getting hurt like that again. I felt like my whole world got turn upside down and I could barely hang onto it.” She explained, the beer bottle in her hand slightly cracking from her power she was using, unconsciously.

Ariel notices this but decides not to comment on it. “I know I can never understand what that felt like. All I know is Dean hurt you and I wanted to scatter his atoms into the cosmos.” She said and (y/n) chuckles a little.

“But now, you look sad and afraid. I hate seeing you like this.” Ariel said. “I’m not much of a fan of it either.” (Y/n) muttered.

“From what I’ve seen of human interactions, yours and Dean’s love is the purest I’ve seen since your parents.” Ariel said and (y/n) looks up at this, surprised. “If it’s as pure and strong as their love, then I think you two will overcome this.” Ariel said to (y/n), giving her a reassuring smile. "Thanks, Ariel." (Y/n) said, appreciatively. "You're welcome." She said and (y/n) sighs then sips her beer.

"Well, thanks for the talk, (y/n). But I need to go. I'm gonna try and find Castiel." She said. "Do you know when you'll find him?" (Y/n) asked. "I'm not sure. When angels get banished, sometimes it could be just a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, other times it could be days before you ever come back to reality. I just hope I didn't lose him too." Ariel said.

"Well, let us know when you find him." (Y/n) said and Ariel nods. "I will. And good luck on getting those rings. If what Gabriel said is true, we can finally put an end to this once and for all." Ariel said and (y/n) smiles just as Ariel disappears.

(Y/n)'s smile fades just a bit and she let's out a heavy sigh. She takes the last gulp of her beer then throws it in a trash can. Still not sleepy. she thought as she goes and grabs another beer bottle and heads to the living room. She sits down on the couch and turns the TV on then flicks through the channel to find something to watch.

But then she heard footsteps from the staircase and looks towards the entrance doorway to see that it was Dean. He stops as he sees her; there was an awkward silence, this was the first time, in awhile, they've actually been alone without either Sam or doing a job.

"Hey..." Dean said, softly.

"Hey." (Y/n) said back. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, no, I, uh...I couldn't sleep." He said. "Yeah, me either." She said and there was silence again. "Ariel was just here..." (y/n) said. "Oh yeah? How's she doing?" Dean asked as he leans against the doorframe. "She's still upset but she's dealing with it. She said she's gonna try and find Cas, though she doesn't know when she'll find him." (Y/n) said.

Dean nods, slightly, then looks away for a moment. "Well...I'll...I'll leave you to it then." Dean said and (y/n) furrow her brow at this as Dean turns away from her. "Well, hey, if you can't sleep, and I can't sleep, why don't you come sit and watch TV with me?" She asked him and he turns back to her.

"You sure? I-I don't want to overstep any boundaries..." Dean said and (y/n) let's out a small chuckle. "Yes, I'm sure." She said and Dean stands there, fidgeting a bit before he, slowly, walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to her.

"Okay, let's see what late night programs can offer us." (Y/n) said and she starts to flick through the channels. Then finally, she lands on a station that was playing a movie. "Oh, here we go! Back to the Future!" She said as she sets the remote down. "Isn't this the movie where the guy goes back to like the 50's or something?" Dean asked. "Yes, it is. Have you seen it before?" She asked him.

Dean shakes his head. "Nah, it seemed too much of a nerdy thing to me." He said and (y/n) gasped and gave a fake offended look to him. "It is not nerdy! It's a fantastic movie! One of my personal favorites." She said and Dean laughs. "Really?" He asked her and she nods. "Yeah, actually it's a trilogy. The first movie Marty goes to the past, the second one he goes to the future then the third one, you're gonna love this, he goes to the old west." She explains and Dean raises an eyebrow at this.

"The old west, you say?" He asked and (y/n) nods. "It's settled, we're watching it." She said and she makes sure the TV was at a suitable volume as not to wake Sam up then sets the remote down and they get to watching the movie.

At the point where the DeLorean makes an appearance, Dean scrunches his brow at this. "Ugh, that's one ugly-ass car." Dean said. "Hey, I think it's a cool car." (Y/n) said. "If you think an alien spaceship is cool then yeah." Dean said. "Well, not all cars can be cool and sleek like Baby." (Y/n) said and Dean smirks. "Damn straight." He said and (y/n) giggles which made Dean's hear flutter.

They continue one with the movie, with every now and then making some sort've comment every now and then.

"Wait, does his mom have the hots for him?"

"Yeah..."

"That's gross..."

"She doesn't know he's her son."

"Still gross."

"Geez, his dad's a pansy."

"Well, Biff is a scary dick."

“Eh, one punch, should teach him a lesson."

As the movie kept going, (y/n) noticed that Dean was enjoying the movie and she couldn't help but smile at this. Then the dance scene where Marty was playing in the band since their guitar player injured his hand can't play. The song Earth Angel began to play and (y/n) kinda swayed her head to the music.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you for ever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Dean and (y/n) shared a glance but (y/n), quickly, turn her head away from him. She felt her face heat up at this and Dean gave a small smile to this.

Life has gotten so crazy with the angels and the apocalypse, Dean almost forgot how much he enjoyed these little moments. It felt like forever since he and (y/n) just sat down and watch a movie together.

A part of him feels like he can finally breathe again. Either from just relaxing and not having to think about the fate of the world for a second or from the tension between him and (y/n) seeming to ease up, if only a little.

Seeing (y/n) giggling at his comments and looking over at him as a love song plays, a part of him is starting to get a little bit hopeful that she’ll give him another chance.

He knows he probably doesn’t deserve it, but if she does let him back in, he’s not gotta screw it up. He’ll be damned if he loses her again.

The dance continues and the song goes on and Dean looks down next to him and sees (y/n)'s right hand was laying next to her. He looks at it and debated whether to take her hand in his but he wasn't for sure if she would like that. He slowly moves his hand over to hers, inch by inch.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you for all time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

As the song was ending, and George and Lorraine kiss, Dean's fingers touched (y/n)'s hand but, surprisingly, she doesn't move her hand away. So he goes and places his hand over hers. (Y/n), feeling his hand on her hand, turns her head and the two share a look.

They stare into each other's eyes then Dean looks down at her lips then back into her (e/c) eyes. The tension between them was growing and they slowly lean in towards each other until they hear footsteps.

They jump back and look up to see Sam coming down the stairs. "Oh, hey...you guys couldn't sleep either?" Sam asked them. "Uh, yeah, it's been a rough night." (Y/n) said. Dean nodded, looking at the TV to stop himself from shooting a dirty look at his brother. Sam looks over at the TV as well and smiles at it.

“Oh hey! I love this movie.” He said, coming over and sitting down on the other side of (y/n). “Of course you do.” Dean mumbled under his breath, for only himself to hear. "Yeah, the second one is coming up next." (Y/n) said. "That's cool. I'd have to say that one is my favorite." said Sam and Dean rolls his eyes at this as they continue to watch the movie.

Sometime later, it was in the middle of the second movie when (y/n) started to feel really sleepy. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Eventually, she leans back in the couch and felt her eyes close.

At the same time, Dean was feeling the same way and begins to fall asleep. Sometime later, Sam looks over next to him and sees Dean and (y/n) had both fallen asleep. (Y/n) had her head on Dean's shoulder, her left arm draped over his waist and Dean had laid his head on top of (y/n)'s.

Sam smiles at this then he turns his head and begins to yawn. He stands up, turns the TV off, grabs a nearby blanket and placed it over the two then heads up the stairs. "Night, guys." He whispers and he heads up the steps and into his room.

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