#and i've been adding like a sentence a week since then

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

thanks for the tags @kingfisherprince and @leadouttrain!!

out of context lines from my most recent wip (sigh. wips plural because at any one time there's always more than one):

It's August, Mathieu reckons.

then a longer one

There aren't many secrets between them, growing up in each other’s pockets the way that they did – the way that they still are.

and a bonus because i can't help myself:

So he struts, stomping the two-metre distance from the rear tires to the front tires; then back down, then up, again and again, nodding his head as he goes.

i know a lot of people have been tagged already but @ anyone who wants to do it :)

[realchemistry]

I've had this half-written for a while but today I got the need to finish it so here it is. (I checked it over once so forgive all mistakes.)

It just seemed like a good idea to have Buck be a complete confused mess.

[chlorinecake]

sunghoon.

= 𝓙𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ── P.SH 💬

in which your long distance bf craves your contact...

pairing. ⌂ needy boyfriend sunghoon x f. reader ⌂ contains. mostly suggestive content but with tons of explicit implications, flirting, a bit of fluff, somewhat perv!hoon, long distance relationship au (sawie) ⌂ word count. 1160 🖱 ⑅ path to bookshelf ◍

❝ Incoming Call from Sunghoon ❄️ ❞

Your laptop screen read spontaneously.

Ahh, yes… the love of my life among many other luxuries, you smiled within yourself, just as you pressed the green ‘answer’ icon.

Though, it had been roughly thirty minutes since then, with the clock on your computer screen now displaying an oddly habitual series of digits...

2:57am

You and your boyfriend's conversation started off strong with wholesome pleasantries and heartwarming exchanges as usual…

But as the hour grew wearier, the topics on the table became more and more raunchy by the minute… not that you were complaining, that is…

And neither was he…

It had literally been over a week since Sunghoon last saw you in the flesh… since he last got to feel you in his arms or taste you on his tongue…

And so, FaceTiming had become a great method for you two to stay in touch on a more personal level whenever he was away for work.

Click.

You got up from your bed to make sure that your bedroom door was locked, but also to make sure that Sunghoon knew you were wearing his favorite pair of plaid pajama pants...

The one's he had sent as an “X-mas in July” gift...

“Your ass looks good in those,” he started from behind the screen, folding his toned pale arms over the pillow he laid on.

“Just wait til you see what's hiding underneath,” you returned seductively, adding the word “tomorrow” at the end to which Sunghoon sighed.

“Right, because I've already been waiting forever and a day to relieve my sexual tension this week… another day to the prison sentence wouldn’t hurt…”

“Awww,” you pouted facetiously at him, “I thought you liked it whenever I teased you.…”

“In-person, sure. That’s when I can handle it, but online? Pfft,” he says, running an impatient hand through his hair.

“Fine… let’s play a game to take your mind off of things—”

“I bet I can guess what color panties you’re wearing right now…”

“Sunghoon!?” You exclaimed with shock, making your boyfriend smirk shamelessly at your adorable reaction, “and do you expect some sort of reward if you guess correctly?”

“After three tries, yes,” he nodded, clearing his throat slightly before proceeding with his series of guesses.

“Hmm,” he began, “are they that one lacy black pair you have with the bows on the side?”

“No,” you answered while laughing, “and just guess a color, not a specific pair…”

“Alright alright… hmm,” he hummed in thought, looking above as if an answer would fall from the sky.

“White?”

“Guess again,” your voice sang playfully this time, “you have one chance left now…”

“Shit, okay… I have a suggestion then…”

“Uh oh, plot twist,” you said, making him chuckle slightly, “go on…”

“How about you just show me your panties and then I’ll tell you what color they are?”

“Gosh, you really know a way to a woman’s heart, don’t you Hoon?” You asked rhetorically, ‘tsking’ at his fraudulent suggestion.

“Of course I do… taking a guess here, but you’re supposed to start between her legs, right?”

You shook your head at your boyfriends words, letting an exaggerated sigh escape your lips… “Even if that were true, it’s not like it’d benefit you right now, anyways…”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because you’re behind a screen,” you began matter-of-factly, “miles and miles away with only your right hand and some amateur porn to keep you company…”

“But I have you, too, princess,” he smiled, adjusting himself on the mattress so he could get closer to the camera, “unless you’re thinking about leaving me already…”

“Please, I would never,” you say in an almost offended tone, “that would be child neglect…”

“Oh, so you’re my mommy now?”

You gave him the best side-eye you could muster, making him chuckle at how you cute you looked in your oversized glasses…

“If you’re into that, sure,” you finally answered.

“Well then your baby wants to see his mommy’s tits,” he replied almost instantly, innocently nuzzling his chin into his pillow, “and without the bra this time, thanks…”

“I’m not showing your sick ass shit,” you returned while laughing, throwing up a few ‘L signs’ with your fingers as he chuckled at your rejection, showcasing his pearly fangs.

Letting himself calm down from laughing, he cleared his throat before speaking again, “My next guess is white, then…”

“But you already guessed white earlier?”

“And I’m guessing it again,” he repeated, making you quirk a suspicious brow at him.

“If you’re trying to imply that I creamed my pants, you’re wrong.”

“Oh my God, ____,” he sighs dramatically, adjusting his laying position on his bed once more, “can you just tell me that I’m right so we can fuck already?”

“Oh, so you waited all this time to tell me that sex was supposed to be the reward?!”

“Well, yea, I figured it was obvious,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Damn, Hoon… when you put it like that, it makes me think my body’s all you want…”

“You know that’s not all I want, baby,” he corrected, licking his lips while stretching out the tiredness in his back, “I just don’t like being in the position to beg for it, y’know?”

“Welcome to my world…” you said.

“Thanks for having me,” he smiled back, rubbing his eyes as a frustrated groan left his mouth.

“What’s the problem now, you big baby?”

He hid his face in his pillow before speaking, “I’m horny and youuuu are not helping…”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s attempt to fault you for his frustration, “I wouldn’t be much help to you anyways given the distance…”

He abruptly lifted his head from the pillow to flash you a dumbfounded look, “Babe… why’re you acting like e-sex doesn’t exist?”

“Because it’s literally 3 am and I trust that you can be patient til I can see you properly,” you clarified, adding yet another “tomorrow” at the end of your sentence.

And all Sunghoon could bring himself to do at this point was pout, hiding his face in the pillow once again which made you giggle at his sulking.

“Babyyyy…. C’monnn, you can wait for me, can’t you?” You asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, tilting your head at him in a cooing manner.

“I’m literally two seconds from slapping my dick against the screen because of your face right now,” he confessed shamelessly, making you burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re so out of pocket for saying that,” you giggle, covering your face slightly to hide how flustered you appeared.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said, a giggle still present in your throat as you tried regathering your emotions.

“Continue, continue…” you whisper with a warm smile on your face now, looking like a split image of the crying emoji in this moment.

“Thank you,” he scoffed with feigned offense, “but yes… I can wait til tomorrow… just for you, angel…”

tysm for reading this quick lil fic ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆

[cherrychilli]

18+

Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, lots of shameless teasing by reader, slight exhibitionism, allusions to sex, teeniest tiniest smidge of perv! Steve

A/N: Inspired by the only scene of Cool Hand Luke I've seen. And that one short scene from Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. Just wanted to write something fun and a lil bit silly.

"C'mon sugar, chop chop - 's not gonna clean itself", he sing songs from the driver's seat of the BMW where he's been toying with the radio, scratchy static fading into a chorus of Scorpions' No one like you when he tunes into a station that suits his liking.

On a regular day a quip like that would have had you pinching one of his triceps, twisting the skin until he crumbled to his knees with a litany of pleas and apologies tumbling past his lips. But today was different because you both knew he was exempted from any retaliation. And boy, was he enjoying it.

Steve had been like this all morning, painfully smug, grin stretched Cheshire cat wide ever since you'd come over to make good on the card game you'd lost the night before.

It began as a casual game of poker over a few beers to make the lazy evening more interesting. You never played for much. The white chips were always worth 25 cents, the reds 50 cents and the greens were a dollar but he had you perking up when he suggested sweetening the pot that night.

"Oh yeah? what do you have in mind?", you'd asked this with subdued interest, munching down another mouthful of sea salt and vinegar chips, half expecting him to float the idea of strip poker as influenced by your viewing of The Wanderers earlier that night.

It wasn't unlike Steve to suggest something like that after he's had a few drinks and it wasn't unlike you to happily go along with whatever he's proposed after you've had a few drinks of your own. The two of you made quite a pair that way.

The last time it was skinny dipping down at Lovers Lake. A shared bottle of Gin bore the blame for the idea but by some miracle of intervention (or was it interruption?) Jim Hopper happened to be cruising by to put a stop to it before things could go any further. Nothing like the fuzz rolling up on you in your underwear to dampen the mood.

But last evening didn't take that kind of a turn and you didn't have to sit there cursing yourself for not having the foresight to wear sexier underwear for very long.

This time you laid blame on the beers and that one swig of sickeningly saccharine Pineapple Schnapps left over from a party the week before for impacting your judgement, agreeing to raise the stakes to include the winner getting to delegate their weekend chores to the loser.

Steve went all in, chips tossed into the middle of his mother's new and perfectly lacquered walnut table, too buzzed and wound up in the competitive tension in the room to worry about accidentally scuffing it.

You considered your cards for a few short seconds, poker face perfectly unreadable. A full house, Queens over Jacks sat burning hot in your hands, making you call, pushing your chips over into the pile with more care than Steve had shown his own.

For a moment, you thought you had it and he let you think as much, his pink lips drooping into a frown with his head bowed, hand carding through his hair to mimic defeat when you slid your cards over.

But the thrill of not having to spend half the day mowing your lawn and weeding the garden was extinguished after three glorious seconds. He placed his cards down quietly though when you read them, the impact felt more like a gavel coming down, sentencing you to a day of doing his bidding.

Four of a kind. Kings.

Shit.

The Schnapps and the beer picked that moment to start sparring in your belly, adding to the bitter flavor of defeat washing over your tongue like an oil spill.

And then came that smirk which hasn't left his lips since. "I'll see you in my driveway tomorrow bright and early, sunshine", he winked at you in that way that had you torn between wanting to flip his mother's stupid table and climbing over it to kiss her stupid smarmy son.

And now here you were, greeted by the same insufferable smirk as you trudged up to his driveway on a Saturday morning to wash his car, hangover thankfully averted and with a fresh outlook on the situation since sobering up. He doesn't know it yet but you're not as sore about the loss as you seem.

Strangely, you had Steve's porno collection to thank for that.

You figured him to be kind of guy who preferred a dirty VHS over the classic skin mag especially now that he had an employee discount to abuse but a few months ago you'd found out that you'd guessed wrong.

You hadn't let on about the time you went looking to borrow a pair of spare socks one nippy evening from one of his drawers and found a busty, definitely not a licensed nurse despite the uniform, smoldering back at you instead.

Unearthing the magazine from beneath the pile of tube socks it'd been partially shoved under, you quietly acquainted yourself with the ladies of Genesis Magazine's Girls/Girls Fall 1987 issue. Recalling one page that had been dog eared, you learned the nurse had friends who liked to get naked and soaked when it came time to hose down their cherry red Chevy Camaro.

Suddenly, having you out in the sweltering heat, working up a sweat and scrubbing down his beamer while he watched didn't seem like innocent happenstance anymore. In fact the whole thing made you feel a little inspired.

So you thought to yourself, why not have a little fun?

Granted, you weren't planning on losing your top and straddling the hood like the redhead on page seven. Not in Steve's white picket fence neighborhood of all places, but you did still have something less than savory in mind.

He didn't even suspect anything when you asked to go change into something more comfortable to hose down his precious car, your jeans already feeling more than a little uncomfortable since you'd left your house in this heat.

Another perfectly cloudless azure sky hung over the neighborhood. Too sunny and muggy and at that hour of the morning where everyone else was still inside. Some slept in because it was Saturday while others slept off their Friday night. Those who were awake were already in their pools or in the kitchen, cracking ice cubes out of trays into big, dewy glasses of lemonade, intermittently sipping and holding the chilly glass up to soothe their sweaty temples.

If the heat bothered Steve he didn't show it, one hand resting on the steering wheel, fingers tapping along to the radio awaiting your return. He'd been looking forward to this all night since his winning hand and nothing could sour his anticipation now.

But he couldn't have anticipated what he saw when he catches sight of you through the rear view mirror, his fingers fumbling, losing his composure quicker than if he'd slipped on ice.

You strolled out like something ripped out of one of his wet dreams, shoes swapped for flip flops, snug denim cut offs replacing your jeans, white tee instead of the teal blue you'd shown up in and hips swaying.

His mouth was agape as you walked up to him. "What are you up to?", he spoke in a voice thick with suspicion, stare heavy and darting all over you like there was too much or you on display and not nearly enough at the same time.

"I'm washing your car like you we agreed. Changed your mind?", you challenged him with a hand on your hip, eyes narrowed into a look as sharp as a knife's edge, daring him to question you again.

"No..."

"Alright then", you eased into a smile, more roguish than your usual chaste, bumping your hip against the driver's side door which up until now had been ajar, closing Steve inside. He lets you do this, something about the new clothes coupled with your 'don't fuck with me' vibe making him feel strangely obedient.

Everything you needed was already left out for you. A bucket, a half full bottle of car wash soap, a sponge and the hose nearby.

You start with the hose first, making sure to bend over to pick it up rather than crouch beside it as you turned it on, legs straight, back arched nice and pretty, ass popped out. You didn't spend that extra fifteen minutes stretching at home for nothing!

It's vastly different from all the other times he's stared at your ass. Used to doing it in sneaky glances in the past, Steve can hardly believe the obvious way you flaunt yourself for him now, afraid if you keep it up he might fog up the windshield all on his own.

Running water spouts out the hose and you're not the least bit careful with how you aim the stream into the bucket to fill it up, splashing your thighs and forearms, the sun making your wet skin glow glossy under its rays.

Number 8 on Billboard's top ten singles of the month starts to play on the radio but it goes unheard by Steve over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, watching you wrap your fingers around the thick, cylindrical bottle and squeezing it to squirt soap into the bucket.

It's all so calculated and deliberately dirty, even though you try to play it off all innocent. You even plaster on a faux look of surprise when you stand too close to the BMW to rinse it, water splashing back onto your clothes, denim turning dark, white tee turning transparent...

Steve nearly chokes on the saliva pooling in his mouth when he notices that you're not wearing a bra. No swimsuit or even a bikini on underneath. He tears his eyes away long enough to quickly survey the neighborhood and when he doesn't find any of his neighbors in sight he fixes them back on you.

He should stop you, right?

He shouldn't just sit there and watch, right?

It wouldn't be correct to let you parade yourself in front of him like this...

Right?

Turning off the hose, you grasp the sponge and dunk it into the soapy water, pulling it out all sopping and heavy to wring it out over the bucket, purposely holding it close to your chest so the excess water can cascade down your front.

Nothing could have stolen his attention away from the way your tits jiggle in your soaking, skin tight tee as you lean over and put some elbow grease into running the sponge over the hood of his car in soapy circles. Peeking up through your lashes you catch the way his cheeks blend from a subtle mauve to a pretty fuchsia from behind the windshield, deciding you'd like to get a closer look.

He thinks he might flatline when you saunter closer and lean over the side of the hood. Reaching as far as you can to sponge the windshield, you're certain the poor boy's probably straining against his zipper by now as your wet tits press up against the glass.

It's so obvious and indecent. And fun. Getting to dangle yourself in front of Steve like this so unabashedly out here in the open, sticking a pin in that irritating, albeit harmless, cocksure attitude he'd shown you at the start, watching it deflate with a wicked smile.

It was the sweetest torture, watching your body clad in soaked clothes, skin glistening, the contours of your breasts and nipples so evident now that you might as well be topless.

"Can't fucking take this anymore", you hear him mutter when he reaches his limit and exits the car, hand finding your waist to spin you around. He uses the other to snatch the soapy sponge out of your fingers and toss it out of sight, letting it land with a wet plop on the driveway.

"I'm taking you inside", he groans when you lean into him, wet tits pressing against his chest, turning the front of his blue polo a dark navy, thigh grazing his bulge.

"Why?" you ask all coy, not ready to retire the innocent act without batting your lashes at him first, your lips only a breath apart from his.

"Because I don't think they'd let me live here anymore if they came outside and found me bending you over the hood, darling", he replies, a second before his lips come down on yours.

[frickingnerd]

friends with benefits with leo valdez

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

tags: suggestive / implied smut, best friends to lovers, awkward leo & reader, angst to fluff, happy ending, wholesome fluff

you were more than a friend for leo ever since the two of you first hooked up

but he felt like he had to keep his feelings for you to himself and play the part of the guy who you'll eventually mess around with and nothing more

after all, you had asked him after your first time together how he felt about you

"this doesn't mean anything, right? we're still just friends… with some added benefits now!"

leo could've sworn that he heard uncertainty in your voice, as if you were scared of his answer

he wasn't sure what you wanted to hear, if he should confess that he was head over heels for you or if he should pretend like he didn't care about you

he chose the latter, which caused those occasional hookups between you two to happen for more often since then

every time they happened, leo tried to keep you around afterwards; suggesting he cooks you something, that you two take a shower together or that you just talk a little

but no matter what he suggested, you always ran off afterwards

the only times leo got to be with you was when you were in his bed, but despite how close you were to him in that moment, you felt further away than ever before…

your relationship started to become less of a friendship and instead focused more on the benefits

and while leo certainly enjoyed those benefits, he just couldn't help but long for more

he'd do anything to go back to the way things were before, to have you back as a friend, not just someone to hook up with

eventually, he couldn't take it anymore

as you were collecting your clothes again after a session with leo, he gently grabbed your wrist and stopped you for a moment

"can you stay a little longer today? you always run off afterwards and i'd just like to be with you for a few more minutes…"

leo had this pained expression on his face and seeing him like this was breaking your heart

"i can't… i just… really need to…" but you couldn't come up with a good excuse

"you've been like this for weeks now. please, i want my best friend back…" leo's grip on your hand tightened and he slowly pulled you towards him

"we're not friends anymore…" you mumbled softly, not even thinking clearly as you said those words

"what's that supposed to mean?" leo was clearly hurt by your words, his brows narrowing as he looked at you. "am i just the guy you fuck now? why? why can't i be your friend anymore!?"

"because i love you, you idiot–!!" you snapped at leo and pulled your hand away. "but you don't see me like that…"

"you… love me?" leo still had to process what you just said.

"…i do. i said it, are you happy now? can i go now?" you couldn't stand being in the same room as him anymore. you knew you'd surely cry if you had to say another word or look at him again

"no…" leo still seemed to be in a trance-like state, slowly shaking his head. "no, you can't go. you expect me to just let you leave now?"

you were close to crying now, lowering your head and just trying to keep it together, as you pleaded with a shaky voice

"p-please… just let me–"

but before you could finish your sentence, leo had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug

"i've been in love with you for months! i thought if i told you, i'd ruin everything we had. but to think that you felt the same way all this time…"

leo quietly sobbed against your body, before beginning to laugh through his tears

he felt relieved. all this time, he thought his feelings were unrequited. but he was wrong. thank gods, he was wrong!

"you love me too…?" you couldn't hold back your tears either, smiling as you wrapped your arms around leo as well, as he nodded quietly

"i've always loved you…"

[dianawinchester03]

Season 2, Episode 10 - Hunted

Series Masterlist

Authors Note: Surprise update! I had time this week since I was free for some part, I took it and rannn hahahah. Hope you guys like!!😘 Comment to be apart of the taglist😘

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Third Person POV

"Before Dad died, he.....He told me something. Something about you two" Dean began to explain, his heart in his throat.

"What?" Y/N croaked out as she and Sam swallowed the building lumps in their throats. Deans gaze was on the ground, "Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam finally mustered out. The look of heartbreak and despair on Deans face is what truly got to them, they had never seen him so conflicted in all of their twenty-three years of life.

"He said he wanted me to watch out for you guys....take care of you." Dean said a bit broken. "He told you that a million times" Sam pointed out, "No, this time was different" Dean croaked out, his head hung. "He said that I had to.....save you two." He added. "Save us from what?" Y/N questioned, her heart thumping out of her chest.

"He just said that I had to save you guys. That nothing else mattered" Dean shook his head, taking a deep breath as Sam and y/n shared a confused look. "And that if I couldn't.....I'd-" Dean cut himself off, not wanting to finish his sentence. "You'd what Dean?" Sam lightly scoffed, impatiently.

What left Dean's mouth, was beyond anything they could've imagined John to request of him.

"I'd have to kill you. Both of you" Dean finished, his eyes meeting them both. Sam and Y/N's throats when dry, beyond confused. Taken back by this completely, "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy and y/n/n." Dean croaked out, his voice pained as he held back tears. His face flushed with despair.

"Kill us?" Sam shook his head in disbelief. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Y/N finally breathed out the breath she was holding, anger rising on both of their heads. "I don't know. But I think that's why your dad told me to 'do what it takes to protect you', y/n/n. I think he knew what dad was gonna tell me." Dean sniffled, his eyes trained on the ground.

"I mean. He must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right?!" Sam exclaimed, his emotions in a whim. "I mean, did he know the demons plans for us? Are we supposed to go dark side or something?!" Y/N shouted, opening her arms in a rage. "What else did he say, Dean?!" Sam demanded to know the truth. "Nothing, that's it. I swear" Dean assured them.

"How could you not have told us this?!" Y/N huffed, betrayed at the fact that Dean kept this for so long. "Because it was Dad and he begged me not to" Dean defended, his heart in his throat. "Who cares?!" Sam bellowed, "Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from us!!" He spat at his brother furious, pointing an accusing finger at him. Deans heart dropped, "You think I wanted this? Huh?!" Dean growled.

"I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! That I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!" Dean shouted painfully. Sam and Y/N turned away from him, both holding back tears. She tried to control her breathing, her emotions caught in a whim. "Look guys, we just gotta figure out what's going on and what the hell all this means" Y/N tried to say calmly.

"We do?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "I've been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. Be safer" Dean suggested, earning looks of disbelief from them. "And that way I can make sure—" Dean trailed off as Sam and Y/N raised their brows at him, nasty unamused smiles on their faces. "What? That we don't turn evil? That we don't turn into some kind of killers?!" Sam mocked with a bitterness and sarcasm.

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "I never said that". Y/N rolled her eyes at this, "Gee, if you're not careful, you'll have to waste us one day, Dean" She snapped harshly. "I never said that!" Dean raised him voice, causing her to flinch slightly. He felt bad for yelling at her but didn't get a chance to apologize when she said, "Well why don't you do it now, huh?! Take our guns and empty the clips in us just for good measure. Might as well did it when we were asleep!" She screamed back.

The weight on Deans chest grew, "Dammit, y/n/n. This whole thing is spinning out of control, alright?!" Dean exclaimed frustrated as Sam and y/n shook their heads. "You guys are immune to some weirdo demonic virus!....and I don't even know what the hell anymore" Dean further rambled, the pain and suffering clear in his tone.

They just scoffed, not daring to look at him and it pained him inside out. "And you guys are pissed at me and I get it. That's fine. I deserve it! But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?" Dean tried to reason with them, the pain clear in his tone. They just rolled their eyes at him, you anger and betrayed. "Forget it" Sam scoffed, sipping his beer.

Y/N did the same, fishing out her cigarette pack from her jacket pocket. Lighting one as Dean begged, "Sam, Y/N. Please guys." Using his hand to turn them to face him. "Hey, please. Just give me some time" Dean pleaded, Sam and y/n's face remained stoic as she shakily exhaled the smoke. "Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you guys here man. Please, guys, please" Dean closed his eyes, reopening them.

The desperation clear in his voice. Y/N's heart pained at his tone, both her and Sam shared a look. Giving him the benefit of the doubt

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Sam and Y/N gently closed the door to their motel room.

Their bags were slung over their shoulders as they made their way to their vehicles.

Sam jammed a piece of metal between the window to pick the lock of the Impala.

Then after, he hopped in the drivers seat as Y/N swung her leg over the Harley.

With a couple of attempts, Sam hotwired Baby, pulling out of the parking lot to the Usher Inn Motel as Y/N followed behind on Quinn.

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They arrived to an abandoned building at 5637 Monroe St.

Y/N had a pamphlet in her hand from the Blue Rose Motel with the address written, stuffing it into her pocket as they looked around carefully.

Making sure no one was on their tail, they canvassed the outside of the building to make sure all is clear.

They then went around the back of the building.

Y/N sunk to her knees, pulling out her Bobby pin and began picking the lock to the back door, Sam behind her flashing a light on the handle to guide her.

The two creeped in after she got it open, carefully and slowly walking into the room dark and empty.

As they walked in, Sam accidentally set off a tripwire. A booby trap, hooked to pull the pin on a grenade.

Their eyes widened when they heard the pin of the grenade popped off. "Son of a bi-" Y/N muttered, but her sentence was cut short when the bomb blew. Killing her and Sam instantly.

Blown to smithereens. A mixture of their blood, burnt clothes and skin fragments plastered the walls of the room.

The only things whole left behind was Sam's left shoe and y/n's favorite butterfly knife.

A young woman by the name of Ava Wilson gasps awake in her bed, sweating profusely, having just had the very vivid dream of the two hunters death. Receiving almost the same visions as them for the longest time. "Ava? Honey?" Her fiancé, Brady, next to her groggy voice of concern chimes. "Huh?" Ava gasps. "Oh.." She sighed, realizing it was just a dream.

"Are you okay?" He coos, worries. "Oh, I just had another nightmare. It's fine, it's nothing" She assures him, not convinced herself. "Just go back to sleep" She said gently. "Are you sure?" He frowned. "Yeah" She sighed heavily. "Okay" He nodded, kissing her shoulder before wrapping his arm around her. Ava was clearly distressed, her breathing quickening.

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CE, Nebraska

After hitchhiking and hopping multiple bus rides from Oregon to South Dakota with Sam. Y/N retrieved her beloved motorcycle that was stashed at Bobby's, Quinn, taking her girl on the road with her best friend, now pulling up in-front of Harvelle's Roadhouse. "I'll never get used to that" Sam shivered, a bit of fear in his tone as he unwrapped his arms from around y/n's waist and took off his helmet, handing it to her after he did so.

She snorted, resting her foot on the ground, "Oh you're just a wuss." She teased, earning a scoff and an eye roll from him. She snorted at this. "Shut up, I just don't like riding your death machine," He said defensively, straightening his shirt as she took her helmet off before swinging her leg off the bike. "My brother in Christ. My death machine has picked up more girls than you could dreammm of" She retorted with sass and a flip of her hair over her shoulder.

Propping her helmet to her hip as she flashed him a wink. Sam rolled his eyes again, unable to argue with her logic. He knew she had a point, but it didn't make him any less nervous about riding on her bike. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Casanova." He quipped, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She chuckled at his rebuttal, shaking her head as he pushed the door open.

Sam and Y/N enter the roadhouse, earning a couple of suspicious looks from fellow hunters as jazz music played on the jukebox. A few of them gave y/n a lustful look, licking their lips as their eyes trailed down her body. She grimaced upon feeling the gazes staring daggers at her ass. Ellen instantly smiled when their presence became known to her.

"Sam, Y/N" She smiled widely, wiping the bar counter with her rag. "Hey, Ellen" Sam greeted her politely as y/n gave her a sweet smile. "You don't seem surprised to see us" Y/N pointed out, noticing how calm Ellen seemed when they walked in. "Dean's been calling. Worried sick. Looking for you two" Ellen informed them, hanging up the rag. "Yeah, we figured he might" Sam deadpanned. Ellen picked up on his tone and raised a brow at this.

"What's going on been you three?" She asked concerned in a motherly tone, the two friends shared a look. Shaking their heads, "So uh....how's Jo?" Sam changed the subject, a tinge of pink on his cheek when he brought up Jo. Y/N smirked when she noticed that he got all shy when he mentioned Jo.

Although he was still hurt and filled with guilt from their last interaction, he's wondered how she's going every so often. From time to time he'd take his phone out and his finger would hover over her contact call button but he had never worked up the nerve to call her.

Ellen had a sad smile on her face at the mention of her estranged daughter, "Well, I don't really know" Her voice was groggy. "What do you mean?" Sam asked concerned, his heart panged when he saw Ellen's face drop and y/n became filled with worry. "I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again." Ellen sighs, "Well what happened?" Y/N asked concerned as she and Sam take a seat at the bar.

"Well, after she worked that job with you guys, she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said, 'Not under my roof'. And she said, 'Fine' " Ellen explained to them, resting down her beer mug she was wiping. They sighed painfully at this, both filled with guilt. "So, we're probably the last people you wanna see right now" Sam shook his head with shame, earning a chuckle from Ellen.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you guys. It's be easier" Ellen admits as a smile shadow of a smile plays of Sam's lips and y/n shook her head in amusement. "Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam...Y/N...none of it is" Ellen's tone is gentle as she spoke to them as if they were her own children. "I want you two to know that....I forgave your daddies a long time ago...for what happened to my Bill" Ellen assured them, sadness in her eyes.

Their heads were bowed before connecting eye contact with Ellen, "I just think they never forgave themselves." Ellen croaked, Sam squinted his eyes to stop himself from tearing up at Ellen's clear sorrow and y/n did the same, her eyes trained in her hands. "What did happen?" Sam asked gently. Ellen had a clear look of despair on her face, almost as if the memories of that night came flashing back to her. Her heart was in her throat but she shook her head, changing the subject.

"Uh, so. Why did you come here sweeties?" Ellen changed the subject, asking them in a motherly tone. Sam and Y/N shared a look again, "We need help" Y/N said with a bit of desperation.

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"What am I looking for, cupcake?" Ash asked y/n, a smirk on his face as they spoke at the back of the bar, away from other hunters who could hear them. "Other people, Billy Ray. Other...psychics like me and Sam" Y/N said in a low tone, finally using the 'P' word to describe herself. It was strange to her but she would be lying if she said it wasn't growing on her.

"As many as possible. And we need a nationwide search" Sam added. "But, I thought there was on way to track them all down" Ellen chimed in, "Not all of them had nursery fires like both of you did" She added, "Well, no, but some had to. Start there" Y/N instructed Ash firmly. "Yes, ma'am" Ash smirked, giving her a mock salute. Y/N rolled her eyes snorting in amusement.

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Supermassive Black Hole by Muse blurred through the blared through the jukebox in the bar, Sam and y/n sat at the bar counter nursing their beers while waiting on Ash to finish their research for them. Both indulged in a game of cards. Y/N won a round, triumphantly placing her cards on the counter and grinning at Sam. "I won. Again." She taunted, flicking a peanut at him.

"You're cheating." He accused, folding his cards and crossing his arms. "I'm not cheating. You're just a sore loser" She replied, taking a long sip of her beer and rolling her eyes. "You just can't handle that I'm better than you." She smirked, shuffling the deck effortlessly. Sam sighed, refusing to admit she was right. "Oh please, you're not better than me. You're just lucky." Sam retorted.

Snatching the deck from her and attempting to shuffle it himself but failing miserably. Y/N burst out laughing, pointing at his messy shuffle. "See? You can't even do it right." She taunted. "Whatever." He muttered, tossing the deck on the counter before grabbing a peanut and tossing it at her. She dodged it easily, letting out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the bar.

"You can't even throw peanuts properly" She snorted, her minding straying a bit. "Dean would've tossed that whole bowl at you just for missing that shot" She chuckled sadly. Sam's expression softened at the mention of his brother. He knew that Y/N missed Dean just as much as he did. "Yeah, he would've." He agreed quietly, his gaze dropping. Y/N's heart fluttered as she gathered the cards and shuffled the deck.

She knew if she called him right now, he would've answered immediately. But her tendency to hold a grudge and nurse her pride is getting the better of her.

Thankfully, Ash emerged from the back with a paper tucked between in his fingers. "Done and done" He waved the paper, taking a seat next to y/n. They both perked up in their seats, "That was fast" Y/N said surprised. "Well, apparently, that's my job. Make a monkey dance at the keyboard.....Maybe I can make you dance" Ash said in a flirtatious tone as Sam raised his brows at his tone and y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Just tell us what you got, Ash" Ellen huffed, "Four folks fit the profile, nationwide. Born in '83. Mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang." Ash informed them., "Four? That's it?" Sam asked surprised, "Sam Winchester and Y/N L/N from Lawrence, Kansas. Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan. Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma and, uh, another name. Scott Carey" Ash listened off.

Their ears perk up at the new name as Y/N snatches the paper from Ash. "You got an address?" Y/N asked, "Kind of. The Arbor Hills Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486" Ash informed them, taking a swig from y/n's beer. "So he's dead?" Sam's brows knitted together. "Killed, about a month ago" Ash responded. "Killed how?" Y/N asked puzzled.

"Stabbed. In a parking lot. Fuzz don't have much. No suspects." Ash explained, munching on y/n's peanuts as Sam took a hefty stress swig of his beer. "Alright. Thank you" Sam said, getting up. "Oh- we're leaving. Okay, thanks Billy Ray" Y/N said abruptly, picking up her helmet. "Anytime cupcake" Ash smirked, blowing her a kiss.

Y/N shook her head at this, flashing as a playful wink as she followed behind Sam. "Where are you two going?" Ellen asked before they got past the door. "Indiana" Sam responded. "Sam, Y/N" Ellen called out to them, the two stopping in their tracks. "I gotta call Dean, I gotta let him know where you two are" Ellen told them firmly, one hand propped on her hip.

"Ellen, we're trying to find answers about who we are" Y/N stresses, pleading with Ellen. "And my brother means well, but he can't protect us from that. Please" Sam pleads also, as Ellen narrows her eyes at them before letting out a deep sigh, nodding at the two. They smiled gratefully before leaving.

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Lafayette, Indiana

"You said you two went to school with Scott?" Scott Carey's father asked Sam and Y/N who were posing as old friends of the deceased. "Uh. Yes, sir. We did." Sam responded in a sympathetic tone. "We just heard about what happened. We're so sorry." Y/N added with equal sympathy. "Scotty was a good boy. But he changed a lot since you knew him" The man sighed, "What do you mean?" Sam asked in a soft curious tone.

"It started about a year ago with these headaches. Uh...then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares." The man explained, the symptoms sounding familiar to them, as they expected. "Nightmares?" Y/N feigned confusion. "Um...did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw?" She asked gently. "No, no. He closed up on me" Scott's father shook his head.

"I tried to get him help but nothing took. He'd just....lock himself in his room for days." He further explained, Sam and y/n shared a look at this. "You think maybe we could see his room?" Sam asked hopefully.

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Y/N pushed open the door to Scott Carey's room, both her and Sam walking in. It looked normal, a regular bookshelf with an unmade bed. Looking as it hadn't been made up within the month. Sam noticed something on his bedside nightstand, crouching to get a better look. It was prescribed medication, bottles of anxiety medication and all of the sorts. Sam quickly took up a bottle before shoving it into his jacket.

Y/N heart dropped when she opened up Scott's closet, pushing aside his hangers through the middle to see dozens of pictures and drawings of yellow eyes plastered on the wall behind his clothes, "What did you f-" Sam went to ask but stopped in his statement when his eyes landed on what y/n had discovered. Both their eyes wide, this hearts racing with panic.

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Later they were both walking to their motel room at the Blue Rose Motel, it was dark out currently. "I think we got something stuck to our shoes" Y/N muttered to Sam who felt the presence also, picking up on her hint that someone was following them. "Yeah, think we can get it off?" Sam responded back casually, she nodded as Sam fished the keys out to their room.

They both stopped in their tracks as the presence came closer. Y/N swiftly maneuvered, snatching the young woman by her shoulder and slamming her into the wall. Ava gasped fearfully, surprised by the attack as Sam yelled, "Who are you?!", Pulling out his gun. "Ah! Please! You're in danger" Ava warned them.

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The three were now in the motel room, sat on their respective beds as Ava explained her story, "Okay, look. I know how all this sounds. But I am not insane and I'm not on drugs" Ava assured them firmly, "Okay? I'm normal. This is way, wayyy off map for me" She exaggerated as they shared an amused look. "Alright, alright, just...just calm down, okay. Can you do that for me, hun?" She gently comforted Ava, standing up from the bed. She took a deep breath, nodding.

"Alright. There we go. What's your name?" Sam asked softly. "Ava" She breathed out. "Ava?" Sam knitted his brows. "Ava Wilson." She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ava, I'm Y/N L/N and this is Sam Winchester, alright?" Y/N introduced them as Ava nodded again. "Now, you were telling us about these dreams of yours?" Sam questioned. "Oh, yeah, uh, okay- Uh-" Ava became panicked again as she explained.

"About a year ago I started having these, like, headaches and just...nightmares. I guess. And I really didn't think much of it, until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot" She explained, her voice going up an octave at the last part. Their faces drop when she said this, both glancing at each other. "When was this?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ava thought for a bit, "Um....about a month ago, but anyway-" She then dug into her bag that was slung over shoulder, before pulling out a cut out of a newspaper article, "A couple days later, I found this" She handed the article to y/n, it consisted of Scott Carey's murder. Y/N took it, her eyes wide before handing it to Sam. His expression mirroring hers.

"I saw this guy die. Days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know— It's just, some reason...my dreams are coming true" Ava explained, completely freaked out. "And...last night. I had another one" She informed them shakily. "Okay..." Sam pressed. "About you two" Her eyes met theirs, "I saw you guys die." She added, their hearts sunk again.

"How did you find us?" Y/N asked in a low tone. "Oh, uh...Y/N, you had motel stationary. And I Googled the motel and it was real. And so, I just thought that I should warn you guys" She explained as Sam and Y/N huffed in disbelief at the fact that Ava was one of them. "I don't believe this" Sam muttered, shaking his head. "Holy fuck. This is insane" Y/N agreed.

Ava grumbled a bit, sighing in understandable. "Of course you don't. You guys must think I'm a total nut job" She rambled, plopping her hands to her side as she paced the room. "Wait, no, no, no. Not that you're insane. We meant that...you must be one of us" Y/N explained, trying to calm her down. "Sorry. One of— One of who?" Ava asked confused, scratching her head.

"One of the psychics like us. Look, Ava, we have visions too, alright? So— so we're all connected" Sam explained to her, with a smile. This made Ava burst out into laughter, "Okay, so you're both nuts too. That's great" She cackled, shaking her head. Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam's brows knitted together, understanding why she must be so in denial.

"No, okay, okay, look. Did you mother happen to die in a house fire?" Y/N asked, earning crazed look from Ava. "No, my mother lives in Palm Beach" Ava exclaims exasperatedly, this made Sam and y/n glance at each other. "So, you don't fit the pattern either" Sam said, earning another crazed and confused look from Ava.

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Somewhere in the USA

The Impala was driving down the empty dark road, Dean Winchester behind her wheel. His phone rung, hoping it was y/n or Sam. He quickly answered. "Princess? Sammy?" Dean chimed hopefully. "No. It's Ellen" Ellen responded from the other line. "Oh" Dean sighed a bit disappointed. "Hey, have you heard from them?" He asked. "I have." Ellen answered, a glimmer of hope thudded in Dean's chest.

"But...they made me promise not to tell you where they are" Ellen sighed. "Come on, Ellen! Please! Look, something bad could be going on here and I swore that I would look after them" Dean pleaded. "Now, Dean. They say you can't protect your loved ones forever" Ellen lectured as Dean sighed, "Well, I say fuck that. What else is family for?" She smirked.

Dean chuckled in relief at her enthusiasm. "They're in Lafayette, Indiana." She informed Dean. "Thank you, Ellen. I owe you" Dean said gratefully. "Make sure they're safe and we'll call it even, son" Ellen smiled, "You got it" Dean promised before hanging up, tossing his phone aside.

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Back in Indiana, "Why can't you guys just leave town? Please, before you blow up?" Ava pleaded with Sam and Y/N who shook their heads. "No, we can't." Sam said firmly. "Oh, God. Why not?" Ava groaned. "Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you, with me, with Sam. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all apart of something. And we gotta figure out why" Y/N explained.

Ava scoffed, "Okay, you know what? Fuck you two, okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria. And I'm not part of anything!" She exclaimed, getting up from her chair. Her hands up in surrender as Sam and y/n at her with raised eyebrows at her outburst. "Do you see this?" She gestured to her engagement ring. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations" She huffs.

"Which! I am way behind on, by the way" She continued to ramble on. Both hunters sharing a slightly amused look at her ranting, looking up at her from the bed they were sat on. "But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo asses. But if you just wanna stay here and die, fine!" She scoffed, picking up her bag. "Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth" She finished exasperated before making her way to the door.

"Don't you wanna know why this is happening?" Sam's question stopped Ava in her track. "I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you?" He added, a look of contemplation on Ava's face. "Because if you walk out that door right now...you might never know the truth" Y/N said in a low tone, Ava then turned to her, a look of despair on her face.

"We need your help, please" Y/N sighed.

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"So, Miss Wilson, you're new in town?" Dr. Waxler, Scott Carey's therapist questioned Ava. Who was posing as a client who seeked out therapy. Ava sat across from him, nervousness potent on her face. "That's right" She feigned a smile. "And what made you decide to seek out therapy?" Waxler asked. "I have no idea." Ava gulps. "No?" He questioned. "No, I mean. I'm feeling really super...anxious right now..." She stuttered, doing a terrible job at acting.

"Okay, anything else?" Waxler further questioned, "Uh..." Ava thought for a second, her eyes drifting to Sam and Y/N who were outside of Waxler's window, which was in the second floor. Pressed against the frame as they tried to move along the ledge. "Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down" Y/N muttered to herself shakily, prepared to crap her pants from the height she and Sam were at.

"Who's the wuss now?" Sam snorted, earning a glare from his best friend. "Holy crap" Ava gasped, a hand pressed to her chest when she saw how they were on the ledge. "What?" Waxler gasped also, startled by Ava's sudden shock, turning to the window. Birds fluttered away from it, Sam and y/n now gone from the ledge. Ava's mouth was wide open as Waxler looked at her with confusion.

"I....just remembered when I was a kid. I swallowed like eight things of Pop Rocks and then drank a whole can of Coke. You don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?" Ava rambles, terribly covering up her sudden outburst with a fake story. Waxler looked at Ava with a raised eyebrow, propping his hand on his chin.

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Now back at the motel room, Sam and Y/N opened the door to their room, allowing Ava in first. She looked beyond terrified at the crime she had just committed. "Are you okay, hun?" Y/N asked Ava concerned as Sam rested the file they stole down on the bed, flipping through it. "Am I okay?" Ava scoffed, "Yeah" Y/N nodded. "I just helped you guys steal some dead guy's confidential psych files." Ava muttered, looks of guilt taking of their faces.

"I'm awesome!" She exclaimed with a smile, causing them to erupt with laughter. Sam took out the recording of the session the doctor had in the file, handing it to y/n. She then went over to her duffle bag and sifted through it, taking out her recording tape/player. Fitting it into the slot, she pressed play and set the device down on the table to play the session.

"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines at first. Then I found that I could do stuff" Scott's voice said over the player. "What do you mean 'do stuff'?" Waxler's voice asked. "I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." The recording of Scott's voice said.

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The Impala pulled into the Blue Rose Motel. Dean felt his heart bloom with joy when he saw the familiar Harley in the parking lot, a clear indication y/n was here and surely, so was Sam. A breathe of relief left his lungs when he spot Sam through one of the clear sliding doors to the motel room. "Thank god you're okay" Dean breathed out. His brows raised with proudness when Sam moved and revealed Ava.

"Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog" Dean chuckled proudly. "Okay...nevermind" He muttered when he saw Y/N move next to Ava. "At least you're okay too" A smile erupted on Deans face upon seeing her, a blush rising to his cheek when he saw the way y/n was fiddling with her locket around her neck. Her brows scrunched together in that cute way she did whenever she was focused or thinking hard.

He shook his head when he realized he was cheesing just a bit too hard.

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"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" Waxler asked on the tape, causing y/n's breath to hitch in her throat, her fingers wrapped around her locket. "He...has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. And....people like me, we're gonna be the soldiers. Everything is about to change." Scott responded, y/n had heard enough so she turned the recording off. Both her and Sam beyond worried.

"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked panicked, "Yeah, I think he is" Sam responded honestly as y/n moved around the table. "Wha-" Ava's words got caught in her throat. "But how can we turn into that?" She asked bamboozled. Y/N sighed, sharing a look with Sam before shaking her head, "I don't-" Y/N went to say, leaning down but the shot of a sniper through the sliding glass door.

Narrowly missing the middle of y/n's forehead caused Ava to scream from the breaking glass. Sam quickly tackled both Ava and Y/N to the floor, "Get down!" He yelled, shielding his head. "Oh my god!" Ava screamed terrified. "What the fuck?!" Y/N exclaimed as she shielded her head. Another shot from the sniper went through around side of the door, the glass shards scattering across the room.

"Oh my god! Tell me what's happening!" Ava screamed. "Stay low!" Y/N yelled, shielding her. Another bullet narrowly missed Sam's head, with another narrowly missing y/n's. The shooter at the top of another roof across the street was revealed to be none other than Gordon Walker. Gordon had a clear shot of y/n in the scope, his finger ready to pull the trigger.

"Gordon!" Dean bellowed, kicking Gordon, who was laying on her stomach on the roof, across his face. Before straddling him, right hooking the life out of him repeatedly, both men grunted as Dean knocked the wind out of Gordon. "You do that to my brother or my girl! I'll kill you!!!" Dean screamed almost animalistically in his face, gripping Gordon by his collar.

"Dean, wait!" Gordon pleaded but Dean didn't let up. Anger and rage pumping through his veins at the fact that Gordon tried to assassinate Sam and Y/N. His fist connected with Gordon's jaw again, over and over. Left and right but Gordon caught him off guard, gripping his sniper before knocking Dean across his face with it. Sending him off of him to the side, Dean got up to charge at Gordon again but a butt of his gun knocked the elder Winchester out cold on the top of the roof.

Gordon grunted, blood leaking down his lip from Dean's repeated punched thrown at him. Struggling to get to his feet.

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After shots stopped ringing out, Sam, Y/N and Ava went over to where Sam and Y/N assumed the sniper could've been shooting based off of rough estimation. The exact building where Gordon was mounted on is where they ended up, "Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava questioned them. "Trust us, they wouldn't do us much good" Sam said to her as y/n's eyes landed on a bullet shell casing, she crouched to the ground, picking up it between her fingers.

"No fucking way" She muttered in recognition at the bullets, impressed but also scared, handing the casing to Sam. "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds" Sam gasped. "For those shots to not ring out and not hear it. The bastard must've put a suppressor on the damn rifle" Y/N added, angrily kicking at one of the casings as she got up.

Ava looked at them, mouth agape. "Dude, who are you people?!" She exclaimed at their knowledge about guns. "Uh. We- uh-" Sam stuttered. "We just watch a lot of T.J. Hooker" Y/N lied fluidly with a fake chuckle, fishing out her phone. "Who you calling?" Ava asked curiously. "My boyf-" Y/N cleared her throat, stuttering on her words.

"My friend. Sams brother. I think we definitely need help" She clarified, cursing herself internally for that stupid slip up. Sam however, picked up on it, looking at her with raised brows and a sly smirk on her face. Y/N noticed this and rolled her eyes, Sam's mouth already open to taunt her, "Shut it, little Winchester" She grumbled at him, earning a chuckle, his hands raised in mock surrender. "I never said anything" Sam snorted.

"I never said anything" Y/N mocked in a high pitched tone, scrunching up her face before shooting her best friend a look of annoyance as she put her phone on speaker. "Hello?" Dean answered, y/n's brows raised at this in surprise. Usually Dean would answer with a 'Hey, Princess' or 'Hey, sweetheart'. But 'Hello?'. What is he doing? Ordering a pizza? This sent off a red flag but she decided not to overthink it.

"Charming?" Y/N said urgently. "Y/N, I've been looking for you. Is Sam with you?" Dean asked casually, but Gordon had him tied to a chair. Holding his phone to his ear, "Yeah, I'm here. Look, we're in Indiana, uh, Lafayette." Sam informed him shakily. "I know" Dean simply said. Sam and Y/N shared a confused look at this.

Dean knew they were here and didn't instantly hop on their cases and come and find them???? Yep, something was wrong.

"You do?" Y/N asked surprised. "Yeah, I talked to Ellen. I just got here myself. It's a real funky town" Dean explained, using the code word 'funky town'. Their suspicions were confirmed at that. Both giving each other a nod, "You ditched me, princess" Dean feigned chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, um....right now, there's someone after me and Sam" Y/N said casually, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"What? Who?" Dean feigned confusion, glancing up at Gordon who had a gun pressed under his chin. "We don't know. That's what we need to find out" Sam added, his heart thudding out of his chest, knowing his brother was in danger. "Where are you, sweetie?" Y/N asked him gently. "I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street. Why don't you two come meet me here?" Dean responded quickly.

"Yeah, sure. Later" Sam said, trying to calm his nerves before y/n hung up the phone.

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"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon mocked Dean, flipping the phone shut before stuffing it into his pocket. "Bite me" Dean scoffed.

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"Son of a bitch!!!" She growled furious, throwing her phone on the ground, shattering it into shards. Scaring both Sam and Ava at her outburst. "What is it?" Ava asked fearfully, taken back by y/n's sudden angry state. "My brothers in trouble" Sam grunted, his jaw clenched in anger, worried sick as y/n took out the motel pamphlet, writing down the street name Dean gave. "What?" Ava gasped.

"He gave us a code word. Someone's got a gun on them" Y/N told her, scribbling the address on the paper. "Code word?" Ava raised her brow at this. "Yeah, funky town" Sam said, his eyes flickering over to Ava who gave him a judgy stare, "Well, he thought of it. It's kinda of a long story a-" Sam defended but y/n cut him off.

"No time for this guys. Let's go save my damsel in distress" Y/N chimed in, grabbing Sam and Ava by their arms, her blood pumping.

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"Gordy. I know me, Sam and y/n aren't exactly your favorite people. But...don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean poked at Gordon, still tied to the chair as Gordon cocked his gun, filling the clip. "What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon scoffed. "Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days..." Dean pointed out with a shrug.

"...ha-ha, which was awesome" He laughed, "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh" He pumped his brows, still snorting at the memory. Gordon clenched his jaw, "Yeah. I was definitely planning on whupping your ass for that" Gordon said honestly, "Mm-hmm" Dean mumbled cockily, a hit on a smirk in his face. "But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter" Gordon said in an eery tone.

"And your brother and your little girlfriend is fair game" He finished before snapping his clip into his gun. Dean was taken back by this, completely confused and stunned. All the cockiness from his attitude dropped.

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"I don't think I should leave" Ava insisted with Sam and Y/N. "We want you out of harm's way, Ava" Sam said gently as they walked her to her car. "What about you two?" She asked worried. "Harms way doesn't really bother us" Y/N deadpanned, her mind stuck on Dean. Beyond worried about what must be going on, the same was going on with Sam, "No, but you guys are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die." Ava stressed.

"Doesn't matter. It's my brother" Sam said sadly, Ava nodded understanding, "Maybe I can help" She offered enthusiastically, "You've done all you can. Just- just go back to your fiancé" Y/N encouraged her, the pit in her stomach growing wider as she worried. "Are you guys sure?" Ava asked hesitantly, turning to open her car door.

"Yes, we're sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there" Sam also encouraged, opening her car door for her. Ava stick her key into the ignition as she hopped in, Sam shutting the door for her, "Well just...promise me you'll call then" She said to them hopefully. "I mean, when you guys get Dean back, just to let me know that everything's alright" Ava pleaded.

They shared a look before y/n turned back to her, "We promise" She assured Ava, offering her a tight smile.

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"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl. Seemed routine, some low level demon." Gordon was sat across from Dean who wore a deadly glare, trained in Gordon's direction as he spoke. "But between the jabbering and head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war" He added, eyebrows raised. "Now I don't think it meant to. It just kind of slipped out, but it was too late. Piqued my interest" Gordon smirked.

"And you can really make a demon talk, if you got the right tools" Gordon added in a heartless tone, this made Dean sick to his stomach. "And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" He asked the dreadful question. "She didn't make it" Gordon simply said, Dean narrowed his eyes at the sick man. Shaking his head as he gritted his teeth.

"Well, you're a sick son of a bitch" Dean scoffed, swallowing hard. Gordon's harsh glare snapped at him, before getting up and pacing over to Dean. He drew his fist back, right hooking Dean across his jaw. Earning a pained grunt from him, Dean cleared his throat loudly at the pack of the punch. "That's my mama you're talking about" Gordon retorted back with snark.

"Anyway, this demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. Do you believe that?" Gordon scoffed. "I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans but still- what kinda of worthless scumbag do you have to be to turn against your own race?" He shook his head in disgust as Dean glared daggers at him for badmouthing psychics.

"But you know the biggest kick in the ass?" Gordon chuckled darkly, "This demon said I knew two of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester and Princess Y/N/N L/N" Gordon grinned widely, an erupt of laughter leaving his throat as Dean continued to glare at him, his gaze narrowing further, "Don't. Call. Her. That." Dean fumed, his jaw clenching as his bounded fists to the handles of the chair balled up, digging into his palms.

"Now this is, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you" Dean scoffed, shaking his head in amusement as Gordons laughter subsided, "Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About their visions. About y/n's telekinesis. I mean, my mug didn't just slip out of my hands. It busted in the air before it hit the ground. I know everything" Gordon called him out on his bullshit, causing Deans smile to drop.

"Really? Because a demon told you? Ha-ha. Yeah, and it wasn't lying" Dean snorted sarcastically, "Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. I know about y/n's mother." Gordon spat. "Look, you got your Roadhouse connections....I got mine. It's how I found Sammy and y/n/n in the first place" Gordon smirked.

Gordon then moved over to a chair, taking a seat. "About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks, here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them." Gordon explained, anger in his tone. Presumably talking about Scott Carey. "Yeah, did he kill anyone?" Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Oh, besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No. But he was working up to it" Gordon added, making Dean turn to him with a disgusted look.

"They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We gotta take them all out. And that means Sammy and your bitch Y/N/N too" Gordon spat, loading up the shotgun he had in his hands. "You think they're stupid enough to go to the front door?" Dean scoffed smugly, gritting his teeth. "No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn them. Haha" Gordon retorted back with equal smugness.

"You really think I'm that stupid?" Gordon snorted, earning a smirk from Dean that practically said, 'Yes, yes I do think you're that stupid, bitch'. "No. They're gonna scope the place first. See me covering the front door" Gordon began, getting up from his chair. Before turning to face the backdoor. "So they're gonna take the back. And when they do, one of 'em is gonna hit the tripwire." He continued, Dean raised a brow at this.

"Then..." Gordon smirked, walking over to his duffle to pull out a grenade. "....boom" Gordon shook the grenade. "They're not gonna fall for a fucking tripwire" Dean scoffed smugly, a smirk plastered on his face. "Maybe you're right" Gordon admitted, before taking out another grenade. "That's why I'll have a second one." He said in an eery tone, walking closer to Dean, who's smirk was fading. Now he was losing confidence.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this. I really do." Gordon said genuinely, this confused Dean but his anger gaze at Gordon didn't falter. "But for what it's worth....it'll be quick" Gordon assured him, before turning to walk out the room. Deans heart sank to the floor as tears threatened to spew from his eyes.

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A little later, nightfall was coming. Gordon was in the back setting up the tripwires, hooking it up to both grenades. "Come on, man. I know Sam and y/n, okay? Better than anyone. Sams got more conscience than me. I mean, the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn" Dean pleaded with Gordon.

"And y/n, I took her to watch The Notebook in theaters for her birthday a couple of years ago. Chick bawled her eyes out, granted she was drunk. But she's got a bigger heart than anyone I know. We all watched the Green Mile, t-they couldn't breathe because of how much they cried. Sam and Y/N had to comfort each other for hours!" Dean explained pleadingly as Gordon slid a chair next to him, straddling it.

"Maybe you're right. But one day, they're gonna be monsters" Gordon assured him, "How? Huh? How could people like them become monsters?" Dean exclaimed frustrated, "Beats me, but they will" Gordon simply shrugged. "No, you don't know that!" Dean yelled, causing Gordon to turn to him with wide eyes. "I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional." Gordon scoffed, as Dean clenched his jaw.

Getting angrier by the second. Thoughts of Sam and y/n blowing up because of Gordon's tripwire swirled around his head. "I'd heard you were more of a professional than this." Gordon chuckled ironically as Dean shook with anger, "Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours...and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right?" Gordon put across the rhetorical question.

Deans eyes narrowed to skits in his direction at the fact that he compared Sam and y/n to fucking Hitler. "Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday. You'd take him out. No questions. Am I right?" Gordon pressed, snapping his fingers. "That's not Sam and y/n" Dean grunted, "Yes, it is. You just can't see it yet." Gordon insisted, resting his hand on Deans shoulder. Dean glared at Gordon's hand with hatred.

"Dean, it's their destiny. Look..." Gordon sighed at Deans stoic expression, "I'm sympathetic. He's your brother. She's your girlfriend. You love them. This has gotta hurt like hell for you." Gordon shook his head before grabbing a cloth, he got up and walked over to Dean. "But here's the thing." He began, taking the cloth and wrapping it around Deans mouth, tying it tightly to the back of his head.

"It would've wrecked them" He continued, referencing to John and F/N, "But your dad and f/n..." He sat back down on the chair. "If it really came right down to it, they'd have the stones to do the right thing....Are you telling me, you're not a man like them?" Gordon taunted. "Actually, maybe you are. F/N, I'm not so sure that he would've killed his little girl. But John? Oh he would've emptied his clips into little Sammy and y/n/n, if it meant saving the world" Gordon smirked.

Dean turned to him, shaking with anger. Gordon chuckled darkly before getting up from his chair.

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Thunder was rumbling as Sam and Y/N got to the address. They arrived to the abandoned building at 5637 Monroe St. Y/N had the pamphlet in her hand from the Blue Rose Motel with the address written, stuffing it into her pocket as they looked around carefully.

Making sure no one was on their tail, they canvassed the outside of the building to make sure all is clear. They then went around the side of the building, peeking through of the the slit in the windows to see a tied, gagged and bounded Dean to a chair. And Gordon sat across from him, patiently waiting for their arrival.

They both shared a panicked look upon seeing Gordon's presence, before running around the back of the building to the back door. Y/N sunk to her knees, pulling out her Bobby pin and began picking the lock to the back door, Sam behind her flashing a light on the handle to guide her.

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Meanwhile, inside. Dean and Gordon heard the backdoor being picked at. Deans eyes widened with fear, his heart thumping out of his chest as his breathing quickened. "You hear em?" Gordon smirked at Dean as the door opened. Dean was muffled crying at this point, a sadistic smile on Gordon's face as he enjoyed Deans pain.

"Here they come" Gordon taunted, as Dean grunts sobbing. In less then two seconds, the back exploded, blowing up. Dean growls through his gag, shaking and sobbing. "Hold on...not yet. Just wait and see.." Gordon whispers, Deans eyebrows furrowed. As if killing his brother and the woman he loves wasn't enough. Vengeance and revenge was in his mind until a second explosion triggered.

The wood from the rotted house spewed through the doorway, hitting dean at the back of his head. The house shook from the second explosion, Dean cried muffled through his gag as Gordon got up. "Sorry, Dean" Gordon said with no sincerity, he shook in the chair, trying to break out but it was no use. Gordon cocked his shotgun, slowly walking to the back to make sure Sam and y/n was dead.

Mimicking the vision, Sam's smoking shoe and y/n's favorite butterfly knife was burnt to crisps on the the ground. Confirming to Gordon that they were dead. But boy was he wrong, the cocking of two guns behind Gordon shocked him as he froze in place. "Drop the gun" Sam growled at him, both his and Y/N guns pressing against the back of his head.

"Shouldn't take your shoes off around her. You might get tetanus. Sorry about your knife sweetheart, I know you loved it" Gordon quipped back with snark. "Put it down NOW!" Y/N bellowed at him.

Dean in the other room grunted in his gag, upon hearing y/n's voice his heartbeat quickened, hope spread through him.

Gordon slowly put his gun down. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you guys? Because Dean, he thinks you two are some kind of saints" Gordon taunted, Sam and y/n glanced at each other. Both angry, "Yeah? Well I wouldn't be so sure." Sam growled, narrowing his eyes at gordon. "See, that's why I said" Gordon smirked, swiftly turning to knock Sam's gun out of his hand.

The chain reaction made Sam knock y/n's gun out of her hand accidentally, catching her off guard. Gordon kicked her in her stomach, sending her crashing into a rotted table before doing the same to Sam. Righthooking a couple times, before sending him crashing through a drywall with a kick. Sam was bleeding from his nose as Gordon paced to him, pulling out his knife, kneeling to Sam's side.

"You two are no better than the things you hunt" Gordon growled at him, drawing back his hand to stab him but is stopped midair. His eyes widened in confusion and shock when he realized he had no control over his hand, his gaze snapped to the hole in the drywall he kicked Sam through to see Y/N with one hand in the air towards him, her eyes flashed white. In a swift motion, Y/N slashed her arm downwards, making Gordon stab himself in his thigh.

The sadistic hunter screamed in pain, falling besides Sam, who quickly scrambles over to the gun he made Gordon drop, picking it up and cocking it at him, "Do it. Do it!" Gordon growled at Sam, daring him to kill him as y/n approached next to Sam, her jaw clenched, teeth gritting as she looked at Gordon with pure hatred through her still flashed over white eyes.

"Show Dean the killers you two really are. Come on Sammy. Do it!" Gordon taunted them, Sam and Y/N glanced at each other again. Both fuming, but they knew they couldn't do it. Y/N shook her head, allowing her eyes to revert back to her regular ones as Sam drew the gun back, knocking Gordon unconscious. "It's Sam" Sam sassed, grunting with pain as his mouth leaked with blood.

Y/N ran into the room that Dean was being held in, her heart lightened when she saw he was unharmed as Sam followed behind her. Limping as y/n held her head that was pounding, wiping her nose that dripped blood. Sam knelt down besides a beyond relieved Dean, untying his bounded hands as Y/N untied his feet, both groaning from the pain.

Dean quickly untied his mouth gag, picking up y/n, on hand wrapped around her before doing the same with Sam, one hand wrapped around him. His heart dropped when he saw that she was bleeding from her nose and Sam was bleeding from his mouth. "Son of a-" Dean growled, going to rush into the room to kill Gordon. "Dean, no!" Sam stopped him.

"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice!" Dean bellowed, "Trust us. Gordon's taken care of" Y/N assured him, giving him a weak yet mischievous smile. "Come one, sweetie. Let's go" Y/N said gently, grabbing Dean by his arm to guide him out, along with Sam. They all strolled out of the building, onto to hear shots being fired in their direction, by the one and only Gordon.

All three hunters ducked, running towards a ditch, "Come on!" Dean screamed, pulling Sam and y/n, "You call this taken care of?!.....AHHH!" Dean yelled as Y/N shoved him into the ditch, her and Sam jumping in behind him. "What the hell are we doing?" Dean asked as they ducked in the ditch, shots behind fired right at them in the dirt.

"Just trust us on this, alright?" Sam pleaded, in two seconds, tired screeching and sirens wailing came Gordon's way. A police car stopped in-front of him in a flash, Gordon turned to run the other direction, only to be stopped by another squad car. Sam, Dean and Y/N stayed hidden as police surrounded Gordon, "Drop your weapons. Get down on your knees!!!" A officer ordered Gordon upon jumping out of the car, pointing his gun at Gordon.

Gordon had no choice as he was surrounded, "Do it, now!" Another officer ordered, now having four cops on his tail. Gordon glared are the direction he saw the trio run of him. All of them peering in amusement from the ditch as Gordon dropped to him knees, putting both hands on his head in surrender as a cop gripped his wrists, cuffing him. Gordon was fuming as he was escorted to a squad car.

The police went over to his red Chevrolet El Camino, pulling out his side array of weapons. "Look at this. Look at this guys" A cop gasps, showing the discovery to his fellow officers. "Anonymous tip" Y/N whispered to Dean who was beyond amused, "You're a fine upstanding citizen, Y/N. You too, Sam" Dean said proudly, turning to his brother and y/n who had grins on their faces.

Y/N pouted slightly when she remembered she sacrificed her butterfly knife, she loved it mainly because Dean got it for her, he had her initials engraved into the back of it. “My knife” She said sadly. Dean noticed Y/N's disappointment and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, don't worry about it, princess," he said gently, wrapping his hand around her shoulder. "It was just a knife. We can always get you a new one." Y/N puffed her cheeks slightly, still feeling pouty.

"But I loved that knife. You gave it to me, remember?" She whined, glancing up at him with puppy-dog eyes. Dean's heart melted a bit at her adorable expression. He couldn't help but chuckle softly as he put his arm around her.

"I know, I know. But you gotta stop being pouty. You'll get wrinkles," He teased, poking her pouting bottom lip with his finger. “Screw you, asshat” She scoffed, smacking away his hand with a chuckle.

Sam rolled his eyes playfully at the exchange between Y/N and Dean. He couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's pouty reaction to losing her knife. Remembering how defensive she was about tossing it in because it was in Ava’s vision, she put up a fight at first but she’d give up anything to save Dean any day.

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"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam and Y/N?" Ellen gasped through the phone as Sam waited in the Impala and Y/N leaned against her Harley, smoking a cigarette. "Yeah, he almost killed us both. Because somebody over there can't keep their fucking mouth shut!" Dean yelled in an accusing tone at Ellen. "And you honestly think it was me. Or Ash, or Jo? No way!" Ellen scoffs, denying the possibility.

"Well who else knows about them, huh? I mean, you must've been talking to somebody!" Dean pointed out. "You can say a lot of things about up, but we aren't disloyal." Ellen assured him firmly. "And we're not stupid" She snapped. "We haven't breathed a word of this." She explained. "Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen." Dean clenched his jaw.

"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart, they're good trackers" Ellen whispered into the phone, glancing over at the other hunters that were sat by the bar, drinking, loading up their guns, working their own cases. "Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Hell, I could name 12 of them right now that are capable of putting this together" She further defended, sighing deeply.

"I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe." Ellen said sincerely.

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The Impala was driving down the dark road, Sam riding shotgun as Dean drove, Y/N riding side by side on her Harley. "Hey, Ava. It's Sam again, um...Call me when you get this. Just wanna make sure you got home okay. Alright, bye." Sam said into Ava's voicemail, beginning to get worried at the fact she's not answering before hanging up. "Everything alright?" Dean asked curiously.

"Yeah, I hope so" Sam mumbled. "Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least" Dean cackled, "Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out" Sam shrugs. "Dude, I'd you and y/n every take off like that again.." Dean said to his brother in a low threatening tone. Sam smirked at this, "You'll what? You'll kill us?" Sam snickered, amusement on his face and in his tone as Dean rolled his eyes.

"That's so not funny" Dean grumbled, "Alright. But I'm sure y/n would laugh at it" Sam cackled, nudging his head towards her outside the Impala, Deans eyes flickered over to her, a smirk on his face as his eyes traced her body that was hunched over, gripping her handles. "Her dumbass would laugh at anything" Dean snorted, turning back to the road.

"That's a dumbass you wouldn't mind tapping" Sam coughed, flashing his brother a cheeky grin. Dean's eyes widened at Sam's comment. Dean nearly swerved the car in surprise at Sam's blunt statement. He shot a surprised and slightly amused glance at Sam, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

"Who are you and what have you done to my brother?" He grumbled, trying to hide the flicker of interest that crossed his face at his brother's implication. He shot a quick glance out the window at her, his gaze lingering on her form for a moment before he forced himself to turn away.

"Alright, alright. Where to next then?" Sam chuckled, changing the topic. "One word. Amsterdam" Dean smirked, "Dean-" Sam groaned, shaking his head trying to hide his amusement. "Come on, man. I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffees" Dean said laughing as Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm not gonna just ditch the job. I'm sure y/n wouldn't want to do that either" Sam stressed.

"Screw the job." Dean snapped, earning a surprised look from his little brother. "Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanks. Only thing we get is bad luck" Dean scoffed. "Well- come on, dude. You're a hunter. It's what you were meant to do" Sam tried to reason with his brother. "Nah, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't even believe in that destiny crap" Dean muttered the last statement.

"You mean you don't believe in me and y/n's destiny." Sam called his brother out on his bullshit, Dean's face dropped at this. "Well, whatever" Dean mumbled, turning back to the road. "Look, Dean. I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened." Sam explained, Dean could help but think Sam's right.

"You can't run from this. And you can't protect us" Sam added, Dean turned back to his brother with a determined look. "I can try" Dean said firmly. Sam sighed, "Thanks for that. Speaking for both me and y/n/n. Thank you" Sam said genuinely, Dean just nodded, not responding. "Look, Dean. I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever's coming. We're taking it head on. So if you're really wanna watch our backs, I guess you'll have to stick around" Sam said lowly, a knowing look on his face.

"Bitch" Dean quipped. "Jerk" Sam countered with a smirk. They both turned to y/n, who obviously couldn't hear them. "Crackhead", "Nutcase" Sam and Dean said at the same time before bursting out into laughter. When their laughter subsided, Sam sighed, pulling out his phone again to dial in Ava's number, worried something could be wrong. "You calling that Ava girl again? Are you sweet on her or something?" Dean poked fun at Sam, a sly smirk on his face.

"She's engaged, Dean" Sam rolled his eyes, pressing the phone to his ear. "So? What's the point of saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?" Dean joked, not meaning it but just trying to tease his little brother. Sam didn't have a reaction, his face straight when he didn't get an answer from Ava. "What?" Dean asked concerned when he saw the drop in Sam's mood.

"Just a feeling" Sam sighed before saying, "How far is it to Peoria?" He asked Dean, earning a surprised and worried look from his brother.

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Peoria, Illinois

A couple hours later, Baby and Quinn pulled up infront of the Wilson Residence. All rushing out and off of their vehicles. "You sure about this Sam? Maybe she crashed when she got home?" Y/N asked Sam as they approached the porch. Although, she'd be lying if she said she didn't have a bad feeling too. "You can't tell me you think something isn't wrong" Sam whispered back as she picked the lock, a look of guilt on her face. Knowing he was right.

As soon as she got it open, she pushed the door open. All fishing out their flashlights as they walked in. "Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam called out, all flashing their lights in the dark home. Now approaching the bed room, their eyes widened and y/n's stomach dropped when they saw blood on the ground. Now flashing their lights on the bed to see a man, drenched in his own blood from apparently being stabbed to death.

"Oh my god" Sam whispered in shock as Y/N pressed her palm to her mouth, a sick churning in her stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick" She muttered as they canvassed the room. She flashed her light on the window still to see a yellow dust on it, she lightly touched it with her finger. A heat spreading up her fingers and through her body, making the familiar heat raise behind her neck.

She dusted it gently before sniffing it, gagging at the scent. "Hey, fellas?" She called out to Sam and Dean who were peeking through the windows and investigating around the room. They both turned to her, "Sulphur. A demons been here" She pointed out, holding up her fingers at them. Sam shook his head glancing down at the ground, his heart pace quickened when he saw a familiar ring on the ground.

He flashed his light at it, stooping down to pick it up. Examining it. It was Ava's engagement ring, his heart dropped, sadness rushed through him as his mouth fell agape. Y/N looked over in his direction to see he found something, "What did you-" Her statement stopped with a gasp when Sam showed her the ring, putting a hand over her mouth again. "Ava" Sam whispered.

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History of Man

Title: History of Man Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Characters: Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader, Silena Beauregard x Sister!Reader Plot: 'she begs him, he says he doesn't understand, she love him more than anyone ever has in the history (history), the history of man…so you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have it's the history, the history of man' - history of man, masie peters - [name] loved luke with all her heart, he was everything to her and then he left and took her heart with him Themes: angst, hurt no comfort: Warnings: this is just angst with no comfort, i'm sorry (not really) , nightmares, mentions of fire and people burning, mentions of screaming Word count: 3,275 Notes: i'm sorry I disappeared,I've been here lurking but was experience severe autristic burn out because of changes in work and some bad news but I'm back and will hopefully be writing more. also bonus points to whoever picks up on the secret reference in this fic, which is especially heart breaking if you have read the books. Also, I know Lacy doesn't come into the series until HOO but I love her and needed a little sister character.

The early morning sun rises over Camp Half-Blood, showering the camp in a beautiful glow of red and oranges and bringing with it the warmth and promise of a new day. A new day of joy and fun for the campers, of bustling cabins and a day full of activities, but for [name] it brought a new day of pain and of heartache. 

She watches the sunrise on the steps of her cabin, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could hold the broken pieces of her heart together by sheer force of will alone. The tears that had fallen earlier in the night had long since dried on her cheeks which were tinted red from the cold of the night. [Name] couldn’t remember when she had come out to stare at the stars, she didn’t know how long she had been sitting there in the cold, the blanket she had originally wrapped around her long forgotten and puddled at her back. 

To be fair, she couldn’t remember most of the past two weeks, her mind and body lost to the memories and the heartache. Her emotions a constant battle of hatred and love for Luke Castellan, she knew she should hate him. That she should despise him 

But she couldn’t, she couldn’t separate the sweet, considerate, kind Luke who had taken her under his wing, who showed her how to wield a sword to the point that she could now hold her own against a good chunk of the Ares cabin always reminding her after she was claimed that Aphrodite wasn’t just a Goddess of beauty and love but she was also Aphrodite Areia, a war Goddess in Sparta and Taras and Aphoride Urania in Kythira. He reminded her that she could be both beautiful and bold, sweet and strong. That there was strength within her even when she felt like there wasn’t. 

She couldn’t separate that Luke from the one that had revealed himself as a traitor, the one who had used a child for a means to an end despite the risk to his life. The one who had stood in front of her and told her he loved her and then proceeded to rip her heart to shreds in the same sentence. 

A warm hand on [name]’s shoulder jolts her from her reverie and as she looked up she meets the bleary blue eyes of her favourite sister Silena who gave her a sad smile before reaching and wrapping the blanked around her shoulders again. 

“Gods [name], you’re freezing.” Silena’s voice is soft and warm, like a sweet honey tea as she speaks. She’s quiet, not wanting to wake the rest of the cabin. She sits beside [name] and places a gentle hand on her knee, rubbing gentle and comforting circles against the soft pyjama bottoms that [name] wore adding just enough pressure that it can be felt through the fabric. 

Silena and [name] were always close, the two girls arrived only a few weeks apart and their bunks were right beside each other in the cabin. The two spent many nights huddled together on one of their beds gossiping and practicing their make-up skills and as they got older they spoke about their crushes, Silena revealing her feelings for Charlie Beckendorf from the Hephasteaus cabin and [name] revealing her feelings for Luke. She still remembered the words Silena spoke the night she revealed her crush, ‘be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to survive’. Gods how she wished she had listened to her now. 

Silena had been her rock the past two weeks, finding her after Luke left and holding her as cried into the night, praying with her almost every night to Aphrodite to make the pain go away and asking why she would allow her daughter to fall in love simply to have her heart ripped out, covering for her in camp activities on the days she couldn’t get out of bed, and reminding her of all the light that was left in her life despite the dark cloud that had shrouded her recently. She was there the night Luke left, her hand carding through [name]’s hair as she threw up from crying so much, whispering re-assuring words in ear and trying to comfort her. 

Silena’s voice broke through the silence surrounding them, “Nightmares again?” [Name] nodded, tucking her chin into her chest, turning it slightly to meet her sisters gaze. The nightmares had started the night after Luke left, she hadn’t slept the night before instead she spent the night crying, wrapped up in Silena’s arm as she read her one of her trashy romance books. It was always the same thing, the argument with Luke.

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Luke paced back and forth, his footsteps were so heavy and he had been doing it so long that he was leaving treadmarks on the grounds, He was anxious, he hand curling in his hair as he muttered to himself a practiced speech to try and ger [name] on his side and to go with him. He had been pracisiting it for days, ever since Percy, Annabeth and Grover left for their quest because he knew that when they came back there was only one way for it to end. 

“Luke!” [Name]’s voice cut through his thoughts, she sounded panicked and confused and the same was written on her face as Luke turned to face her. Her eyebrows were scrunched up and her lips were cornered down in a frown, and fuck Luke thought she still looked beautiful in the dim moonlight and starlight that was filtering through the canopy of trees. 

Luke had asked her to meet him at their spot, a little secret section in the vast forest that was spread throughout the campt. Luke had found it in his first year here, it was his escape from the chaos of the Hermes cabin when he first arrived. Going from a young person on the run with only two friends and only his mother as family to a cabin through of brothers and unclaimed kids was a massive adjustment and one it took him a while to get used to. So, when things go overwhelming he would come to this spot and sit, sometimes he’d practice his sword skills, evident by the slash marks in the trees surrounding the area, other times he would sleep because it was the only place he could sleep. 

When he started pursuing [name] romantically, he took her to his little slice of tranquility in the chaos of Camp Half-Blood. It was where he first kissed her and where he first told her he loved her. They had spent so many hours here just talking and holding each other that it became a sacred space just for their love and Luke would have sworn it was blessed by Aphrodite herself from how he felt when he was there [Name]. As if the space itself was meant just for their love to blossom and bloom. 

“[Name]” Luke wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest and burying his face in her neck taking her the scent of her bodywash mixed with the smell of the bonfire that lingered on her skin. His grip was tight, almost bruising as if she would disappear into smoke if he let her go. There was 2 ways this was going to end and Luke didn’t know if he could face the worst one, he had already lost Percy and Annabeth earlier that tonight when the confronted him about the master bolt, he didn’t want to lose her either.

“Luke, what's going on?” [Name]’s voice was soft and quiet, the only reason Luke heard it above the crickets was because his head was still buried in her neck. Reluctantly, Luke pulled back from her but his hand moved to rest gently against her waist, his hand slipping underneath her Camp Half-Blood shirt and rubbing gently against her skin. 

“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Luke stepped back from her, taking the sword on his hip out of its sheath, [named] looked at him confused. The blade looked strange, darker than the usual celestial bronze the demi-gods used. She didn’t recognise it and a deep unsettling feeling formed in the deepest pit of her stomach. 

“Luke, what is that?” Concern now laced her voice instead of confusion and Luke’s eyes flashed down to the blade and back up to [name]’s. “It was a gift”

“A gift? A gift from who?” 

“Kronos.” The name struck fear in [name], it was like ice was being poured over her skin, goosebumps running down her arms and legs and shivers like lightning running down her spine. She stepped back from Luke, who’s eyes widened and his lips turned down. 

“K-Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?”

[Name]’s arms reached her her hairpin, it was a gift from her mother that Chrion gave her when she turned 13 to be gifted to a child that showed promise in sword fighting it was a relic fromher time as the Areia and Urania and it was enchanted to turn into a sword. [Name] knew she had no chance in a sword fight against Luke but she would be able to hold him off long enough to call for help, not that she wanted to fight Luke. She couldn’t imagine anything she wanted to do less, she could already feel her heart ripping in two from the confession. 

She had been filled in, word moved fast in the camp especially with the Aphrodie and Apollo campers spreading every little bit of gossip like wildlife, someone had stolen the master bolt as a plan to bring Kronos back and to start a divine war. It had been a half-blood at the last solstice and suddenly things started to click into place. Luke was never too far from her with a hand on her waist or holding hand, at the very least he always had a finger linked with hers but during the solstice he disappeared. She thought he had just gone with the rest of the Hermes cabin to see their dad, despite how much she knew he disliked him but now it was obvious. He was the lightning thief. He had set up this whole thing and put Percy, Annabeth and Grover at risk. 

As everything clicked for her, her heart pounded in her chest and it was so strong she thought it would tear right out of her chest. Anxiety spiked inside her, nausea rolling through her stomach and bile rising in her throat. But she pushed it down, pulling her pin out and gripping the hilt of her sword as it transformed with a white knuckle grip. 

“You’re the lightning thief.” Taking another step back, [name] took a defensive stance and Luke’s eyes widened as he raised his hands in front of him, a motion indicating he wasn’t going to attack. 

“[Name], let me explain.” His voice was frantic, the words tumbling out quickly as his brain raced, out of all the scenarios he had come up with for how this would go, his girlfriend pulling a sword on him was not one he considered. “The God’s don’t care about us.”

He took his sword and swiped it in the air, a shimmer shadow ripping open the air as if it was a portal, “Look at what happened to my mom, Hermes could have stopped him but he didn’t and look at all the unclaimed, at how many there are. What kind of parent does that? Just abandons their kids without a second thought to what would happen to them when they came off age and monsters start coming after them”

[Name] shook her head, “You know the God’s can’t interfer with our lives. Its forbidden by the fates.” 

Anger washed over Lukes features, the calm and collected facade dropping as he shouts, “That means nothing! Do you know how many times I nearly died before I got to camp? How many monsters I had to fight? If Hermes loved me he would have kept me safe, he would have told me my fate when I asked! Imagine how many demi-gods have died not knowing what they are because the monsters got to them before they could get to camp, how many we lost” 

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the curls gently and frustration, “And what about Thalia? Her own father wouldn’t even saver her, instead he turned her into a fucking tree as if that was the only solution” 

“But Luke, Kronos is not the answer.”

Luke let out an angry growl and takes a step toward [name], who in turn took a step back.

“Have you even thought about what would happen if Kronos came back? It would be an all out war between the Olympians and the titans, last time there was a war on Olympus it triggered World War 2!” 

She let’s out an exasperated sighed and lowers her sword slightly, “How many lives will be lost then? Mortal and demi-god? Of many of us will have to die for Kronos to rise to power?”

Luke takes another step forward, “Thatt’s why I want you with me.” His hands reached out, pleadingly, his sword lowering toward the ground to show he wasn’t going to hurt her. “If you’re with me, I can protect you and when Kronos wins I will have you by myside as my Queen. I love you and I want you by myside when we win.”

[Name] shook her head and tears started to fall from her face, “You know I can’t do that Luke. Kronos will bring nothing but chaos to this world and too many people will be lost because of him.”

Lukes eyes suddenly turned dark, the pleading tone of his voice dropped and the anger turned into nothingness, [name] didn’t know what was scarier.  A dark, dry laugh came from Luke as he brought a hand up to his face, “You just don’t get it.”

Luke raised his sword, pointing the tip of the blade toward [name] and she readied herself for an attack, “Why would you get it? You’re Aphrodites favourite child. You never had to face a challenge in your life, your father brought you to the camp when you were nine he always knew who your mother was. You never had to run from monsters or live on the street to survive and then when you arrived in camp you were claimed within minutes and now you spend your days doing your make-up and your nails. All you have to worry about is looking pretty, it was a waste for me to teach you sword skills.”

A shuttering breath leaves [name]’s lips at his words, more tears flowing and her throat constricting around her words, “Luke you…you don’t mean that”

“You know, maybe you’re not Aphrodites favourite, If you were, she never would have had you fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back.” His voice was harsh, the words cutting like a knife that had been lodged between [name]’s ribs, piercing her lung and making it so she can’t breath. She couldn’t even recognise Luke anymore, his eyes had gone dark and all emotion disappeared from his face as he stepped into the portal and vanished. 

As the portal closed behind him, [name] felt her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces, as if it was made of glass and Luke took a sledgehammer to it. The pain that ripped through her chest felt like someone had ripped her chest open and was slowly pulling her shattered heart out piece by broken piece.

 · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Then it morphs, a single flame igniting where Luke stood that turned into a blazing infero consuming the whole forest and the cabins. She could hear the screams of the campers as the flames burned them, could feel their pain as if it was their own and she could do nothing to stop it. She wanted to stop it, wanted to save them but she couldn’t. When she looked down she could see vines wrapping around her legs, the thorns digging into her skin and drawing blood and all she could do was scream. 

The first night if happened, she had woke up the rest of the cabin by screaming in her dreams, Silena had been the one to wake her while her cabin mates rushed to her side to make sure she was okay, Valentina was already at the front door of the cabin ready to go and wake Will if she had to get her sister medical attention. The only one who remained on her bed was Drew, who simply glared at her sister and flicked her hair. Drew was very specific with her beauty sleep and didn’t take well to having interrupted. Once they confirmed that [name] was okay, most of her siblings returned to bed but Silena stayed with [name]. They had gone for a walk around the camp, stopping at the dock and sitting with their feet in the water as they watched the stars. Silena didn’t push her to talk about it then, though [name] told her what the nightmare was the 3rd time it happened, and she didn’t push her to talk today. 

Silena took a deep breath and placed her forehead against her sisters, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, [name] copied her. It was a habit the two had gotten into within their first few weeks of Camp Half-Blood when things got overwhelming, a simple way to say ‘i’m here and everything will be okay’.  

[Name] finally unwrapped her arms from around herself and instead wrapped them around Silena as fresh tears sprang to her eyes, Silena returned the gesture and she rubbed up and down [name]’s back gently.  “One day at a time,” Silena’s voice was gentle and soothing, it comforted [name], reverberating down her spine and warming her from the inside like hot chocolate on a cold winter day. 

Unwrapping her arms from Silena, [name] nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “One…one day at a time.” Her voice was quiet, strained and gravelly from the crying. It was a small mantra Silena had started saying to her from the night of the first nightmare, a promise to both her and Silena that she would get through it one day at a time. 

The rustling of sheets and the hush of voices pulls the two out of their moment, their siblings starting to wake as the rays from the sunrise turn golden and they prepare for the day. Lacy was the first to notice the pair were gone and she rushed out the front door, throwing herself on both girls to give them a hug. “Good morning!” 

The childlike wonder and glee in her voice caused a smile to break out on both their faces, as their hands reached up to tickle the sides of the smaller girl who giggled and wiggled in their grasp. “[Name], can you paint my nails today?” [Name] nodded, standing up and taking her little sister's hands to walk back into the cabin. The sun illuminating them as they walk in, the rays of the sun warming her body and reminding her it was a new day, a new day to make new memories to replace the old ones and she just had to take it one day at a time. 

[krisdreaming]

One Week

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

Summary: You and Kuroo decide to spend the week leading up to your wedding sleeping apart. After all, it will make your wedding night feel that much more special, right?

WC: 2.2k

A/N: Hopefully the text message format I used makes sense 😬 This is 100% inspired by an episode of How I Met Your Mother in which Marshall and Lily do this exact thing. Tbh it's my comfort show and this is like my 5th time watching it, and when the episode came around, the fic idea hit me like a truck. ALSO there is a small reference to one of my old past fics in here, and if you get it you're a real one.

By the time you get to your best friend and maid of honor's apartment, it's late. The whole day had been spent putting together all of the favors and décor for your wedding, now only one week away. You're so exhausted you feel like you could fall asleep on your feet right here in the entryway, but she pulls you the rest of the way inside, wrestling your bag through the door after you.

"Geez!" She huffs. "Why's this so heavy? You didn't pack Tetsurou in here, did you?"

You roll your eyes. "A week is a long time! I had to pack a lot of stuff. Besides, bringing him would kind of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?" You raise an eyebrow. This had initially been your idea, after all. You thought that spending the week before your wedding away from each other would make the night of your wedding that much more special. Since you already live together, you figured some time apart would probably do you good, anyway.

"I suppose it would," She agrees, "But I know how you two are." You narrow your eyes at her, but before you can respond, she's already tugging you toward the living room.

"I've got the sofa bed all ready for you," She announces with a proud flourish, and you feel almost like you could collapse just at the sight of it. It's full of fluffy blankets and two giant pillows, and she's even generously loaned you one of her plushies.

"It looks like heaven," You groan, stifling a yawn. "I'm wiped."

"So am I," She agrees, fighting back a yawn of her own. "Guess we'll have to save the sleepover girl talk for tomorrow night," She shrugs. "It'll be just like middle school all over again!" She loops her arm through yours, and you can't help but giggle at the thought. The two of you sure did share some wild sleepovers back in the day. "Alright," She finally says, "I'll see you in the morning."

When you're finally ready for bed, you crawl under the covers happily. You snuggle into the pillows as you cocoon into the blankets, trying not to think about how strange it is to be lying in bed all alone for once. There's no warm body wrapped around yours, and not even your cat to curl up against you. "Guess it's you and me, Mr. Unicorn," You murmur as you tug the plush into your arms, giving in easily to the exhaustion pulling on you.

The next day is busy enough at work. You're only working for the first two days this week, having taken the rest of the week off to focus on the wedding prep. Between tying up all of your loose ends at work and the mental to-do list you keep adding tasks to, the day passes with very little thought of Tetsurou. It's not until you're laying in your sofa bed that night after a movie and snacks that it starts to hit you.

You hug the unicorn plush close again, but you're very aware of the absence of your fiancé. You're so used to his arms around you at night, his nose pressed into the nape of your neck.

Maybe it's silly, but with all of the stress starting to weigh down on you, you find yourself missing the comfort of his presence much more than you'd anticipated. With a sigh, you roll onto your back and reach for your phone. Your thumbs only hover for a moment before you hit send.

I miss you

It isn't long before your screen lights up with a reply.

You literally saw me yesterday you weirdo

Is it bad that even that teasing sentence brings you some sort of strange comfort? You're just about to type a reply when another message comes through.

Which is why it's so ridiculous that I miss you too

You can't help the smile that steals across your face at that. For some reason, the knowledge that he's feeling the same things you're feeling lessens the ache a bit.

It's dumb

You feel confident in saying it, now that you have this thread of connection with him.

You said it, not me

Comes his cheeky reply, quickly followed with,

Mittens won't leave me alone. I think he thinks I murdered you and disposed of the body.

You almost chuckle aloud at that.

Poor guy, he misses me too 🥺 and honestly, his fears are valid

You curl up on your side, holding your phone close.

Uncalled for

And then

I'm about to fall sleep, so I'd better go. I'll see you later this week

You try your best to ignore the disappointment sinking in your gut.

Me too. Goodnight, I love you

His reply comes almost immediately.

I love you too. Night

It's enough to satiate you, anyway. On Friday, only four days away, you'll see him for the rehearsal. That's not really so far away. As you lay there clutching your phone, you can feel your eyes growing heavier.

The next day is just as crazy, as you give your coworkers instructions for your absence and make sure all of your projects have been submitted. After work, you go straight to dinner with your bridesmaids, and the whole evening is spent talking and laughing together.

By the time you make it back to the apartment, you should be so exhausted that you all asleep immediately. You definitely feel it, but from the moment you lay down, the hollow feeling slowly returns to your middle. You hesitate when the thought first occurs to you, but it seems reasonable enough. You'll feel better if you can just hear his voice for a few moments.

"Hey Baby," He answers after two rings.

"Did I wake you up?" You blurt out quickly, instantly feeling guilty and wishing you had just tried to fall asleep.

"Nah," He assures you, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing's wrong," You sputter. "I just-"

"Missed me?" He finishes for you, and the teasing lilt in his voice is almost enough to make you hang upon him on the spot.

"Maybe," You respond petulantly instead, and he laughs. The sound of it, even through the phone, is enough to set you more at ease.

"Who knew you were so clingy," He muses. "Just can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Maybe I'll just hang up," You huff.

"Wait," He says a little too quickly, and you smile to yourself. Gotcha. "Mittens wants to say hi, too. You can let him know you're not dead." Suddenly, the phone line is filled with the rumble of your cat's purr.

"Hi baby boy," You croon into the phone, "Dad isn't being nasty to you, is he?"

"You're on speaker," Tetsurou warns as Mittens lets out a small meow, and you laugh. "Plus I'm not his dad," he reminds you as he always does.

"Sure, whatever you want to tell yourself," You laugh again. You're feeling so much lighter, in a good way. As your laughter dies down, you try to hold in a yawn.

"Sounds like you're ready to fall asleep. I know you've got to get up early tomorrow to meet the florist."

"Hm, yeah." You acknowledge begrudgingly.

"It'll be here before you know it," He says softly.

"I know." You hold the phone to your ear for a few moments in silence. "I can't wait."

"Me neither. I love you so much." You can tell he's getting tired because he's getting sappier.

"I love you too, Tetsu."

"Say it again," He says it so low that you almost don't catch it.

"I love you," You repeat. "Good night, Tetsu."

"Good night," He echoes. "Love you, Baby." Even after the line goes dead, you can still feel the smile on your face and the warmth in your middle. As you fall asleep, you set an ultimatum for yourself. For the next two days, you won't contact him at all, just like you'd intended. Piece of cake.

The next day, you hold to your promise. After a busy day spent running here and there, the sofa bed has never felt more comfortable. You resolutely set your phone face down on the end table and close your eyes tight. Tonight, you're not going to break. You're a strong, independent woman. You tell yourself that until the long day finally gets the better of you and you drift off to sleep.

Finally, it's Thursday. One day until the dress rehearsal and you see Tetsurou again. You're proud of yourself. Sure, you'd only made it one night without contacting him, but technically, you haven't seen each other at all. You're going to count that as a win.

You actually have some time to relax before bed, and you and your friend pull out all the stops. She's got an array of face masks, fancy lotions, and even a foot spa she'd pulled out from somewhere. You're just laying out the last of the snacks when your phone dings. It's a message from Tetsurou.

You didn't call yesterday

Very interesting.

Sorry, I didn't know we had an appointment

His reply comes almost immediately.

I'm outside. Come out for a minute?

It's all you can do not to laugh out loud. Still, he came all this way. You shouldn't let it be for nothing. You glance at your friend, mind working quickly to think of a valid reason you'd need to leave the apartment at this time of the evening.

"I'm going to get in the shower," She suddenly announces. You can't believe your luck. Your stint as her roommate proved that she is notorious for taking long showers. "Don't eat all of the Takis before I'm back or else."

"Would I do that?" You ask, hand splayed across your chest indignantly. She shoots you a glare and heads for the bathroom. The moment you hear the shower turn on, you slip on a pair of shoes and you're out the door.

You practically run into Tetsurou the moment you step outside. "Hi," he says sheepishly, with his familiar crooked smile. You launch yourself into his arms, and he immediately holds on tight.

"Hi," You breathe back, finally pulling back enough to look into his face again. "We failed," You say solemnly, before breaking into a grin.

"We did," He agrees, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Spectacularly."

"She's in the shower," You explain quickly, "So I shouldn't really stay too long."

"Alright," He says absently, thumbs tracing a pattern against your hips.

"You didn't bring Mittens, did you?" You crane your neck around him to check for the cat backpack you'd purchased on a whim a few years back.

"Don't be ridiculous," He says drily. You pout, and he kisses it away.

"I missed you," You sigh against his lips despite yourself, and you feel his lips curving into a smile.

"I missed you too." He admits. He pulls back again, and you silently drink him in. "We're getting married in two days," He says candidly.

"We are," You agree, grin threatening to burst off of your face.

"And I'll see you tomorrow at the dress rehearsal," He adds.

"Mmhmm," You nod. You glance at the time. "I should get back inside," You say reluctantly. In response, he pulls you in for one last kiss.

"Goodnight. I love you. So much."

"I love you too. So so much." Before he can one-up you, you pull away and turn back inside. "Goodnight!" You call over your shoulder.

The moment you step through the apartment door, you freeze. Your friend is standing there, arms crossed. "How was Tetsurou?" She asks coolly, a smile playing at the edges of her lips.

You open your mouth, then close it. "I was just getting some fresh air?" You finally say weakly.

"And I'm Albert Einstein." She replies, turning for the couch. "Come on," She pats the cushion next to her, beckoning you forward. "You two are disgusting," She adds as an afterthought. She's shaking her head, but she's smiling.

The next 48 hours are a whirlwind, but at the end of it you find yourself at your wedding reception, seated next to your husband. You'd made it here, and now you feel like you can finally draw a breath.

"Wait, so did you guys actually last the entire week without seeing each other?" Kenma suddenly asks skeptically, looking between the two of you. You glance at Tetsurou. Clearly, he hadn't shared the truth with his best man. Your maid of honor opens her mouth beside you, but you nudge her under the table with the sharp toe of your shoe. Since it is your wedding day, she stays silent.

"Sure did," Tetsurou says, grinning broadly as he slides his arm around your shoulders, brushing his fingers against your skin affectionately. "It was worth it," He adds, pressing a kiss to your temple. You lean into the press of his lips. Yes, it certainly was.

[notsoattractivearenti]

1+1 = 4 (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader)

WC: 3.0K

Warnings: mention of c-section, post-surgery recovery

A/N: i haven’t written anything since last month and i’ve missed writing so here it is... dad!Mason for me and y'all my loves 🥰🫶🏻 apologies if this isn’t so good lol tbh i wrote this for my own comfort cuz it's been an extremely rough few weeks so i kinda needed this and i’m a huge sucker for my faves as attentive partner and dad fics! not to mention this is officially the longest fic I've written + posted here! hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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You just woke up from a short nap after your C-section. Your baby was not supposed to be born for another month, but when your doctor saw the umbilical cord was wrapped around their neck during ultrasound, they told you and Mason that an emergency C-section had to be done the next day before your baby moved to the birth position. You recalled the day it happened.

—

You were really scared and nervous even though you have given birth before – but your first pregnancy and labor went smoothly so you didn’t exactly anticipate this. Plus, you had never gone through any major surgery your whole life ­– you just were not ready at all. You wanted another vaginal delivery but since the circumstances changed, you didn’t have a choice and all you cared about was your little one coming into the world safe and sound.

Mason was scared too, but he tried to conceal it from you. He just knew he had to be by your side all the time, as you were about to go through another life-changing moment but not as you planned. He was worried about the baby but even more about you ­– he felt so helpless because he basically couldn’t do anything but be there for you. If he could, he would make himself be the one who bears the pain instead of you.

On the way home after the checkup, you sat in the passenger seat and just silently stared at the road with your hand resting on top of your belly – subconsciously rubbing it sometimes – while thinking about the sudden news. Mason noticed how quiet you were, and as he drove he grabbed your hand to hold it tight.

“My dear, everything will be okay,” he said softly, “little peanut will be just fine. So will you.”

You sighed. “Maybe you’re right, but Mase...” Your voice was shaky, “I’m terrified. I really am...”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at you, then kissed your hand and rubbed it with his thumbs repeatedly.

“I know, Y/N. But you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known and you’re going to get through this like the badass you are.” He assured you.

“And I will be with you the entire time and take care of you. I promise.” He added.

You smiled a little, still nervous but way less than before. You knew he was also worried yet he still gave you the comfort you needed. That is one of the things about Mason that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“Also, picture how excited Gem will be when she finds out she’s going to meet her baby sibling soon!”

Before Mason even finished his sentence, the possible scenario was already playing in your head. You looked back to the time you and Mason broke the news to Gemma, your 4 year-old daughter – she screamed then cried out of happiness. She has been so excited to have a little sister or brother since and kept asking when will the baby be born. You could clearly imagine how she would react this time.

“Oh God,” you put your hand on your forehead and jokingly groaned, “she’s going to scream her ass off again isn’t she?”

He shook his head playfully and laughed. “Well that’s my daughter alright!”

—

During the surgery, Mason was sitting next to you the whole time, not wanting to let go of your hand. You were fully conscious since you had regional anesthesia, and to distract yourself from your anxious thoughts you and Mason chatted about the most random things – and it helped calming you down.

You both decided not to find out about your baby’s sex just like when you were pregnant with Gemma. Of course you two were curious, but you wanted to surprise yourselves. A boy or a girl, it doesn't really matter because you will love the baby regardless of the sex.

Suddenly, you both heard the sound of your baby’s cry. The doctor lifted them up so you two could see and excitedly announced, “Congratulations, it’s a girl!”

You and Mason had your mouths wide open and looked at each other immediately once you knew you had another daughter. She came to join your little family sooner than expected, but she was healthy and all your worry was gone in an instant. Mason kissed your forehead and your lips, then whispered to your ears, “Thank you baby, I’m so proud of you.”

The nurse then brought the baby to you so you could see her up close. She put her next to your face, and you could feel tears of happiness streaming down your face – the presence of your newborn girl warmed your heart.

“Hi baby girl,” you tearfully greeted your daughter, “welcome to the world! Mommy loves you so much.”

Mason watched that moment and he was left speechless. He couldn’t stop smiling and crying as he couldn’t find the words to describe the overwhelming joy and immense love he felt at the moment. He was still processing the fact that he had another girl to love for the rest of his life. As he wiped his tears, he quietly whimpered in awe, “she’s so precious… My little peanut.”

—

As you woke up from your nap post surgery, you could feel the anesthesia started to wear off. You moaned and pressed your lips together over the pain you felt on the incision area. You couldn’t really get up because when you tried to move even a little bit, it would hurt so bad. You looked around the hospital room you were in and you saw Mason sitting on the sofa near the window while holding your newborn daughter.

He didn’t take his eyes off of her even for a second, you could tell he was so in love. This reminded you of the day when Gemma was just born – once he held her in his arms, his eyes were locked on her.

You couldn’t stop staring at him as you found this moment so heartwarming and adorable. He then took a quick look at you and when he saw you were awake, a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Oh look, Mommy’s awake,” he said as he got off the sofa to come over to you, “how are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Uh… pain...” You muttered. “But don’t worry, I’m okay.”

“Oh no… I’m sorry, Y/N.” He knitted his eyebrows, the tone of his voice showed how worried he really was. “Tell me what I can do to help ease it. I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

You smiled as his hand was stroking your arm.

“Thank you love,” you said to Mason, “but let’s just wait for the nurse. With you two here with me right now I can handle this pain.”

“By the way… Can you stop hogging my baby and hand her over to her mom?” You jokingly asked him.

“Oops, sorry!” He laughed while gently putting her on your side.

—

Few hours later, the nurse suggested you get out of bed and try walking around for a bit. Even though you were still experiencing discomfort, you gladly took her suggestion as you didn’t like laying in the bed for too long. Mason, who wasn’t fond of the idea, expressed his concern to the nurse.

“Ma’am, are you sure it’s okay? The wound on my wife’s stomach is still fresh… Isn’t it too soon?”

“Sir, I get your concern and I can guarantee you it is necessary as it is a part of the recovery. Moving around after the surgery helps the recovery process. Don’t need to worry, we’ll check in on you every so often. If you need anything, you can call us by pushing the button next to the bed.” The nurse explained to both of you in a calm manner.

Mason sighed in relief and nodded.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurse, “this is my first time going through a C-section and my husband and I have been very anxious about it. Not to mention this was unplanned so we didn’t exactly come prepared.”

“Understandable. It is normal to feel nervous, Ma’am. We are happy to help.” The nurse acknowledged your worries.

As soon as the nurse left the room, you tried to get out of bed and grimaced while one of your hands was on your wound area. Mason was getting you a glass of water when he saw you – fright was written all over his face immediately.

“Baby!” He spontaneously yelled as he rushed over to your side and helped you. out.

“Ssshh, Mase, I’m alright,” you put your arm around his neck and tried to soothe him, “just want to get up, that's all.”

“Don’t be so stubborn!” He was shaking a little – he felt a genuine fear. “My God, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Oh please, don’t be a drama queen,” you couldn’t help but make fun of his reaction. “I said I’m alright, hahaha!”

He playfully rolled his eyes in response. You laughed at him and suddenly felt stabbing pain on your wound.

“Ouch!” You shouted. “Man, I can't even laugh without feeling pain!”

“Well, I’m glad you were amused but I guess no more comedy for a while for you, Mrs. Mount.” he said as he stroked your back.

Mason gently supported your body and carefully assisted you on taking your first steps post surgery. You squeezed your eyes, ground your teeth and winced as you were still experiencing the sharp pain – especially when you moved. Mason’s heart ached seeing you struggling like this, he felt guilty even but he knew nothing else he could do but support you throughout the recovery.

“Don’t rush it, sweetheart. It hasn’t been 12 hours after the surgery,” he emphasized. “Just take one little step at the time when you’re ready, okay?”

—

“Baby, Gem is coming here with my parents!” He excitedly shouted from across the room.

Your eyes widened and a squeal left your mouth when you heard that Gemma was coming. As you were in the hospital, Mason’s parents were taking care of her. You have been looking forward to the moment when your girls finally met. She had been impatiently waiting to be able to hold her baby sibling – she even practiced with her doll all the time. 

At this point you could stand up, walk, and sit down. The incision still hurt and discomfort came and went all the time but the painkiller was working well and the bliss of having a newborn was able to distract your mind from the pain. Mason had been so attentive to you and always ready to help you. He thought you needed a day to rest, therefore with your permission he respectfully asked everyone – except your parents and siblings – not to pay a visit at the hospital and wait until you all settled at your home instead. 

“Where is Gem now? Is she close? Are they here already?” You eagerly asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered, “I’ll call my mum.”

And before he even pressed call, Debbie texted him to let him know they just arrived at the hospital. He was beaming when he saw the text, and passed the news to you.

“They’re here! I’ll go get them,” he said as he kissed your forehead and got out to pick them up.

Trying not to hurt yourself, you didn’t act too excited on the outside but you sure were within. Sitting down on your bed, you pulled the baby crib closer and carefully picked her up.

“Hey little angel,” you whispered softly into her tiny ear, “you’re about to meet your big sister. She’s been waiting for you… You’re going to love her as much as she loves you.”

She made a slight smile and you noticed that. You chuckled, you thought it was like she was also excited to meet Gemma. You gave little kisses all over her cute face, and as you did that you could feel how you were completely filled with great love and glee – one more girl has stolen your heart. 

Suddenly, you heard the door was opened, followed by a little giggle you love so much. Your heart was beating really fast – it was going to be one of the biggest moments in your life – you didn’t know if you could handle your emotions when it happened.

You saw Gemma walking in with one hand holding her dad’s and the other covering her mouth. She looked so eager to finally see her baby sibling – she didn’t know it was a girl beforehand – and you wanted to see how she reacted when she found out she had a sister. Behind them were Debbie and Tony, and Debbie had already started recording with Mason’s phone. Gemma then saw you and excitedly yelled, “Mommy!”

You giggled and waved at her in response. 

“Do you want to sit next to Mommy and baby peanut, Gem?” Mason gently asked her.

“Yes Daddy! I want to see my baby peanut now!” She responded impatiently.

Mason picked her up and sat her down next to you. When she saw her sister up close, she squealed and said “Wow, baby peanut is so small and cute!”

You introduced your firstborn to your newborn.

“Gemma, meet Iris…”

She gasped and looked at both you and Mason in disbelief.

“You have a sister, Gem!” Mason cheered.

Gemma was so happy to have a sister and she started to cry. You might have pictured this beautiful moment in your head before but what really happened was a lot better than you had imagined. It was quite overwhelming to see how emotional she was and you eventually cried as well. Mason was really touched, almost shed a tear when he saw how you and Gemma were crying. He immediately grabbed some tissues from his pocket – he was aware this was going to happen – to wipe the tears off his girls’ faces.

“Mommy… Can I hold Iris?” Gemma nervously asked, her big brown eyes were still watery but you could see the sparkles of joy in them.

“Of course, sweetie.”

You carefully handed Iris onto Gemma’s lap, teaching her how to support Iris’ little body. She was so gentle and cautious, uneasy at first as if she was afraid to hurt Iris. Mason tried to ease her since he got how nervous Gemma was – he kissed the top of her head over and over again while assuring her that she was doing fine holding her sister – and it worked out even though it took a while.

Finally feeling comfortable, Gemma gently let go of one of her hands and started caressing Iris’ cheeks. Her eyes were locked in just like his dad earlier, and you just knew she was so deeply in love with her little sister. 

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, Gem?” Mason was beaming in awe and Gemma nodded in agreement.

Both Gemma and Mason showered Iris with kisses. The immense amount of love Iris was getting made your heart soar. You looked at your husband and your girls and thought to yourself: how did I get so lucky?

Mason then gave you a quick but passionate kiss on your lips. He looked deeply into your eyes and expressed his gratitude and appreciation for you.

“Y/N, the way you had to bear the pain to bring me two amazing kids to our life is unbelievable. You are the most incredible woman and I can never thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me, for us… I’m so lucky to have you as my wife and the mother of our girls. I will always try to make you happy, feel loved and give you everything you need and deserve because you have given me the life I’ve always dreamed of…”

You had no words and were about to cry again. You pulled him closer and pressed your lips against his – it was a moment full of tenderness and sweet affection. As your lips parted, you two whispered “I love you” to one another.

Debbie – who was still recording – and Tony were also emotional although they were trying to keep themselves together because they thought they didn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment between your little family. You then asked the grandparents to come see the newest addition to the Mount family.

“Iris Mount… Such a beautiful name, Y/N!” Tony complimented.

“That’s perfect for her! Thank you, Y/N, for giving us wonderful grandkids!” Debbie chimed in and gave you a hug.

“Uh, Mum… I contributed too, you know. Why don’t I get a thank-you? ” Mason jokingly protested.

“Yes but you weren’t the one who carried them for months and gave birth, were you?” Debbie lightheartedly replied.

You chuckled at their banter – you held yourself back from laughing as usual because it would hurt you.

With his mother clearly winning the argument, Mason humorously backed out, pouted then stated his closing statement.

“That’s true. But Y/N and I do make the most beautiful babies.”

Debbie and Tony couldn’t help but laugh at his comeback.

—

Yes, he might not be the one who was pregnant and given birth, but he has always been an amazing and present father to Gemma. No matter how tight his schedule could be, he would always make time for her daughter. He might have missed a few milestones that happened unexpectedly but other than those he never wanted to miss out so much on his daughter’s life. When he was out of town for away games, he always asked for daily updates on Gemma and called you on Facetime in every chance he got.

Mason is an ultimate girl dad and takes great pride in it. He would dress up as princess wearing a tiara and Gemma’s little dress that barely fits him and have a tea party with her, buy a makeup set she asked for, and sometimes he would show up at training wearing a headband with the biggest bow on his head because Gemma put it on him before he left. He always said he loves being a girl dad and would do it all over again – now he really gets to do it all over again…

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Tattoo - Dean Winchester

Title: Tattoo - Dean Winchester Words: 2,305 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Strong language, slight nudity, sexual hinting.

[Why does the right gif look like it's reacting to the first 😂]

I sighed slamming the anti-possession tattoo design on the artist's table. "This is what I want," I explained simply. The artist looked it over once, a quick glance before scoffing and shaking his head. I sucked my teeth, annoyed instantly by his reaction.

"I'm not doing that, it's demon shit," He slid the design off the table, it falling slowly onto the floor. I glared at him knowing for a fact I would not be the one to pick that up.

"It's actually the opposite it's to protect me from demon shit. So, either pick up the design and get started or pick up the design and wish me a great day," I instructed, my tone forceful as I rested my hands on the table between us. He gave me his full attention. "Either way, you're picking it up," I added. He scoffed looking at me like I was stupid.

"Bitch, if you-" He didn't have time to finish his sentence as I slammed his head into the table. He jumped backwards, holding his busted nose. Looking at me terrified. I was angry beyond reproach.

"Call me a bitch again and I'll pull your teeth out so the next time you say it, it's sounds like your saying bench," I threatened. "Get up. Walk around this table. Pick it up." I said simply, emphasising my anger as I maintained eye contact. He hesitated to get up, cowering as he got closer to me. I stared him down even though he was taller than me, he bent down, using one knee to get low as he grabbed the design. He went to stand but I grabbed the shoulder of his shirt, stopping him from standing but looking up at me scared. I smirked. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked menacingly with a smirk. He shook his head slowly like he was afraid to upset me. I smirked wider. "Now wish me a great day," I instructed, looking at him expectantly.

"I hope you have a really great day, sorry I couldn't help," He quickly spoke. I smiled politely, innocently.

"Thanks, you too," I added cheerfully before grabbing my design and walking out.

I had gone to 5 different tattoo studios, all getting denied and I was growing impatient and reckless. My anger rose before a plan formed in my mind. I smirked knowing it was genius.

Dean's POV:

Y/N had been gone all day. I know she was getting her tattoo but it shouldn't be this long. She's been gone since I woke up till now, I rechecked my watch growing anxious. I should have gone with her. I know she didn't want me to because 'she's an independent woman who doesn't need a man to hold her hand' or at least that's what she tells me every time I suggest protection on a hunt or company for certain things. She is the most stubborn woman I know, and I've met plenty of stubborn women. She only decided to stay at the bunker with us for a few weeks because she wanted a break from motels.

"Will you stop tapping your foot?" Sam asked annoyed as he looked up from his book.

"Where is she? She should have been back hours ago," I rambled, anxiously checking my watch again. 9PM. Where is she? I wonder if she was snatched? Is she okay?

"Dean, will you calm down? She's probably just gotten distracted." He tried but I scoffed.

"What if she's been abducted and we're just sat here?" I asked but Sam laughed, holding his finger in the book to keep his place as he lowered it to give me his full attention.

"We are talking about the same Y/N, right? She's been abducted, starved for months, tortured and still escaped. We did nothing to help, she just called us for a ride like nothing happened," He explained but I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, but that was before she moved in," I tried but Sam looked at me confused.

"She hasn't moved it, she wanted a break and came here. You must be head over heels in love if you think she's staying," He chuckled, going back to his book but noticing my silence. I wanted to deny it but my mouth didn't work. He looked up from the book, studying me a second before slamming the book down not caring about keeping the page anymore. "You're in love with Y/N?!" He practically shouted but I rolled my eyes, getting up to leave. He didn't take the hint that I was leaving because of him so followed me. "I knew you wanted to fuck her but I didn't realise you were in love," He continued. I groaned, walking down the hall aimlessly.

"I'm not in love with her," I tried but even I could tell my tone showed how bad I was lying.

"You are, oh my God. You have to tell her before she leaves." He cheered but I rolled my eyes. I stopped in my tracks, facing him looking annoyed.

"She tells us every day that she doesn't need a man to hold her hand, she'd laugh in my face if I told her," I sighed, finally giving in because this topic has been clouding my judgment for months. Ever since she wore a dress to a hunt and still looked badass I knew I wanted more than sex, when Lucifer himself threatened her and she practically scared him off I knew it was love. Ever since I have grown to love her more, even small things I wouldn't normally notice became my fixation. Like how she mouths the words when she reads slightly or bites down on her nail when she's thinking. All of it made me fall deeper in love with her. Yet she shows no interest in me.

"She doesn't need a man to hold her hand but she might want one," Sam tried but I scoffed.

"We've known her for over a year, I've never once seen her hint at even sex never mind a relationship," I explained. Sam went to dismiss my comment but stopped to look at me confused. He heard it too. I turned around, there's something here. It sounded like something metal clinking against marble. Confused I walked down the hall. Maybe she's back, hopefully, she didn't hear our conversation.

I approached Y/N's door as Sam stood close behind me, I pushed the door open. I froze as I noticed Y/N on her knees in front of the fire shirtless. She had a maroon bra on and hadn't noticed us. I watched mesmerised and perplexed by what she was doing. My jaw dropped as she pulled an iron stake from the fire and pressed it to her chest over her heart. I wanted to rush in and stop her but I was stunned as rather than scream she dropped her head back and groaned. It was borderline pornographic and would definitely infect my mind many times in the future. Sam grabbed my shoulder but didn't move, it pulled me back to reality, I glanced at him seeing his jaw drop open and concern written all over his face. I looked back at her, eyes wide as she moaned again, pushing the stake a little harder before pulling it away. My mouth dried as I watched the scene.

"I love you," She looked up at us, completely unfazed. You wouldn't think she branded herself just seconds before. She looked at me confused and it hit me that I said it out loud. She put the stake down with a smile, chuckling softly before she stood up, not bothered by her shirtless figure as she faced me. I knew Sam would be looking away but my eyes wouldn't let me. My God!

"Good to know," She said slightly confused. I sighed realising she probably thinks I'm a creep. I mean, I am. She's standing shirtless, in a maroon bra but brand new burn above her heart I should be concerned about but I can't take my eyes off her chest. My God. I've never been a tits man but for her, I'm an everything man.

"What did you do?" Sam asked. I finally pulled my eyes away as I glanced at him, he turned away to look up the hall. He has more willpower than I do.

"No one would give me the tattoo so I branded myself," She explained as if it was no big deal. I looked at her concerned, slightly worried and turned on. I fall deeper in love.

"Why wouldn't you just go somewhere else?" Sam asked but she rolled her eyes and walked away to grab a cardigan, tying it around herself loosely so the fabric didn't touch her burn but covered herself. I frowned slightly. I finally looked at the burn. I rushed forward moving the cardigan slowly to see it fully.

"What the fuck, you actually did it," I exclaimed as I looked at the red skin surrounding the black burn. A perfect print of the anti-possession tattoo that matched Sam and I's.

"Well, yeah," She chuckled as if it were obvious. We saw her do it, I wouldn't doubt she would have if she'd told me beforehand but anyone else would be too scared. Not Y/N, not perfect Y/N. Sam followed me in, looking at it closely. We shared a look before I stepped back. She laughed as she shrugged. "It's not a big deal," She shrugged moving away to grab her glass from the top of the drawers. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Did it not hurt?" I asked, my concern showing in my tone. She chuckled.

"I've felt worse," She shrugged taking a sip of her drink. God, I really do love her.

"I'm going to get the first aid kit. No more branding while I'm gone," Sam warned but she chuckled as he walked out.

"Aw, but I had a tramp stamp made too," She joked but looked at me with an innocent smile. "I actually have another one if you want to do it for me?" She asked but I looked at her like she was crazy. She rolled her eyes, moving to kneel in front of the fire again.

"What? No!" I exclaimed, grabbing her shoulder to try and move her away.

"Ow," She exclaimed, I quickly pulled my hands away, thinking I pressed on her burn. I knew I fell for her trick when she quickly grabbed another stake that was heating in the fire, pulled the tie on her cardigan and pushed it into her skin above her right hip. I gasped, readying for her to scream but she groaned again. Standing above her and looking down on the scene only made it hotter. My God. I turned away knowing I would soon be erect if I didn't try to clear my mind.

"What are you doing?" Sam exclaimed from the door, quickly rushing in, he grabbed the stake, burning his hand slightly as he dropped it to the floor. She rolled her eyes with a theatrical groan.

"You're so boring, Dean didn't mind," She played but I quickly protested.

"I tried to stop her," I held my hands up in defence as Sam looked at me shocked. Sam shook his head, turning his eyes to the first aid kit he brought in with him. Y/N seemed to smirk.

"I can patch myself up," She groaned but Sam shook his head, avoiding looking at her.

"No, I'm putting my foot down." He insisted. I watched, amazed he stood up to her. I wouldn't even do that even if I had a death wish.

"You can't even look at me," She chuckled. Sam looked her in the eyes for a second before looking away not wanting to gawk at her. She laughed, sitting back so she could move her legs from under her.

"I'll do it," I chimed in. I regret it instantly. She looked at me, her eyebrows showing she was shocked but her clenched jaw and eyes told me she wasn't happy. I shouldn't have said anything, she'll kill me and I'd thank her while she did it. She dominates me with just eye contact how am I going to put my foot down to her?

I took Sam's place in front of her, I avoided her eyes as I knew if I looked into them I would lose the nerve. Sam walked out as she took the cardigan off. I used all my focus to look at the branding and not her boobs. I saw her smirking in my peripheral vision.

"So, you love me?" She asked, teasing in her tone. I gulped. I need to grow a backbone, she has too much control over me. Now that I'm putting my foot down to her, it's the perfect time.

"So what if I do?" I asked, focusing on her anti-possession brand as I began cleaning it. She didn't even flinch when the alcohol touched her burns, she just moaned. I felt my blood rushing to where I didn't want it. I focused on my actions hoping I had enough control to get through this.

"I just think that's a weird thing to say after watching someone brand themself," She commented with a slight shrug. I glanced at her lips as she bit down. My breath hitched, and I fixed my eyes on the brand.

"Maybe that's my kink," I tempted but she smirked.

"It is now," She smirked. I gulped, finally looking at her face to see she was looking flirtatious. A look I had never seen her make before. I smirked.

"To rights," I confirmed. She smiled as she rested back on her hands letting me clean her without argument. This was the best thing that could have happened!!!!

Masterlist

[wolfiesmoon]

Irregular heartbeat

Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader

We learned about disney in film class this week and my mind was infected by images of twst boys lmaoo this game is a disease

I've had a turbulent week but its finally time for the holidays which means.... more schoolwork because our school doesnt subscribe to mental health

Lately, Riddle has been unfocused in class. This is very much unlike him, and he realises this. For him, being this distracted is like a death sentence to his perfect test scores.

He needs to get to the bottom of this, and quick.

Classes are over for the day and he's returning to his dorm to check up on the rose maze. Soon, it will be time for an unbirthday party and he must make sure everything is progressing smoothly.

Especially the painting of the roses, which was started a little late this time.

Ace and Deuce ended up complaining to you about the workload and since you have nothing to do anyways you decided to join them in painting the roses. Grim opted out of it this time since he "has better things to do".

You hummed to yourself as you painted the first rose on a heart shaped bush by yourself.

"What are you doing here?" a strict voice stopped you in your tracks. You'd recognise that voice anywhere. You probably should have asked if it was fine for you to help out beforehand, but you've helped without his permission before, even if it was on account of a certain first year's stupidity.

"I was bored and Ace and Deuce were complaining, so I decided to join. Don't tell me you're mad about free labour from the good of my own heart?" you added the final spot of paint to the rose, pouting back at him dramatically.

"I am thankful for your help, I don't know why you would make such an accusation." And yet, he still looked pissed off for some reason.

You stepped off from the stepstool, moving closer to him and humming. "Then why do you look like an old grumpy persian cat right now?"

"What- I do not!" he defended himself, cheeks turning a little pink as he crossed his arms.

In reality, he's angry that you're doing more work than you have to. He knows how horrible it is to be overworked a little too well and he wants you to be well rested and happy under every circumstance, not helping out when you really don't need to.

"I'll paint the roses. Don't bother yourself. I am much faster because I can simply transform them with my magic anyways." He moved past you, stepping up on the stepstool (which was unnecessary since he can use magic from a distance).

He doesn't really know why, but he gets the urge to protect you sometimes. Even from a task like painting the roses.

"If you say sooo..." you sat down on the soft grass, watching Riddle paint rose after rose. You have to admit, the slight smile on his face is quite adorable.

You could get used to watching this.

"Hey! Get back here, you stupid weasel!" you heard Ace's voice from somewhere in the rose maze. Weasel...? There's only one weasel you know.

And sure enough, in a few seconds Grim was running past you with a mischevious look on his face and a magical pen in his mouth, which you presume belongs to Ace.

Seems he got bored of "all the better stuff he had to do" and decided to cause trouble for poor Ace again. You got up, trying to grab him but ultimately failed in doing so.

"Wait right there!" Riddle yelled after Grim, attempting to stop him with his magic but he was a moment too late with Grim dissapearing behind a corner.

A few moments after him, Ace came running around the corner. "Where did he go?!" he asked frantically, whipping his head around at all the paths where Grim could have gone.

"That way." you pointed casually, already used to their shenanigans.

Ace quickly ran past you, accidentally moving the stepstool in the process and making Riddle stumble and fall over.

You quickly caught him, softening his fall. Thank god you were standing so close to him.

"Wha..." he whispered, cheeks turning red again. What in the world is this feeling? It feels like his chest is tightening, but it feels... good? Being caught in your arms is strange.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concerned by the look on his face.

"I umm.... I am completely fine." Riddle cleared his throat, straightening up and taking a singular step away from you.

"Are you sure? Because you look pretty shaken up to me." you moved close to him again, inspecting his face up close.

"You must be doing that on purpose." he felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. Now that he thinks about it, this feeling is similar to the one he gets during class. The one he can't get rid of for the life of him.

"What do you mean?" you asked innocently. You really want to kiss his red cheeks right now, but with Riddle you never know if they're red from anger or... something else. You don't want to take any chances, but it's hard to hold back around him sometimes.

"Nevermind. Just do something about those two!" he huffed, turning his head away, face now completely red.

Oops, looks like you ended up painting the housewarden red instead of the roses.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Katherine’s horny thought was sent to you: 💌

Now share something short but smutty with this promt:

“Where have you been, sweetheart? I’ve been waiting for you.”

[No pressure bby.] 🤍

Sweetheart

a/n: Hey, Kat, and fellow Readers!!! So sorry this took so long, it's been an intense couple of weeks... School has just started, and I'm already feeling the pressure. But, I'm happy to have written this for us. It calmed me down, and gives me great pleasure (innuendo not intended 😆) to know that I am capable, and getting better at writing dirty smut 🤭

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤️

Requested: Yes

WARNINGS!!! Talk of sex life, Steve being Steve, Dom!Captain!Steve, some possessiveness, some rough handling, major cursing, name calling (Y/n is called slut a couple of times), Smut with a plot, talks about sex and trusting your partner, MAJOR CUTENESS at the end.

DNI Divider by @firefly-graphics

Enjoy!

It all started when Steve caught the end of your conversation with Nat.

"And honestly, I wouldn't mind if things got a little heated, in a certain way with Steve." He heard you say.

"I mean it wouldn't be too hard. He's Steve..." You trailed off, the swoon clear in your voice.

Sometime later, you'd be sitting in the comfiest corner of your room, when Steve, flushed and barely able to catch his breath, bursts into your room. Talking a mile, a minute.

"Okay, Doll. I've been thinking. And you're right. Our sex life should be exciting. So, sometime soon, I'm going to do something that you won't expect. We cool? Okay, talk soon!" He finished before hurriedly giving you a quick kiss, and rushing out of your door. Leaving you more confused, than anything.

A few days later, Nat and Wanda had taken you out on a Girl's Night. It had become kind of a tradition for the ladies of the Avengers (including Pepper). Especially on days when either missions got too much, your S/O had left you at a loss, or just to decompress from life in general.

"So, basically if Tony is going to pester me about that paperwork one more time, Pepper is going to give him hell." Nat laughed, hands steady on the wheel of the car on the ride back to the Compound.

"Shame Pep couldn't make it." Wanda sighed, resting her head against her hand, with her elbow resting against the passenger side door.

"Having Morgan with us wouldn't have been too bad." She added.

"Everything we do is basically PG-13 anyway. Like Y/n's sex life..." Nat trailed off, the playful teasing tone at the end of her sentence evident in her voice.

"It's almost been a week, and still nothing?" Wanda asked, turning her attention to you, sitting in the backseat of the car.

"Nope. And he's been acting strange, all week!" You sighed, exasperated.

"Ever since he came bursting into my room, talking about how, I was right about our sex life needing a little more spice, and that he's got just the thing. But only when I least expect it." You huffed.

"I don't know... I know, I said that I wouldn't mind that we add more spice, but that doesn't mean that we have to. Being with him is more than enough." You said, eyes shining.

"Maybe you should tell him that, Y/N/N." Nat replied, reassuringly.

"Even Super Soldiers need a little assurance, every now and again..." She smiled, knowingly.

Wanda reached for your hand to give some more comfort, and the tension was lifted from your shoulders, almost like she used her skills to help you.

With your mind at ease, you were more than determined to assure Steve.

It wasn't long before you arrived at the compound, and separated yourself from your girls to head up to your floor. But when you got off of elevator, something was amiss.

Your floor's lighting was suspiciously dim. And it had you cautiously approaching your room. Which you were successful, until you shut your door.

"Where have you been, Sweetheart? I've been waiting for you." A gruff voice said from within the space, making you jump right out of your skin.

In a panic, you went to grab the handle but it wouldn't budge, FRIDAY had locked you in!

"I-I'm sorry. We were caught in traffic... I don't have control over that, Steve." You gasped, as your boyfriend's form prowled towards you, before pinning you to the door. So, close to you that every breath you took, caused your chest to brush against his.

"You think I don't know what you've been out doing all night, slut?" He hissed into your ear, pulling you flush against him, one hand teasingly rubbing up and down your hips and ass.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Steve..." You trembled, unsure how to act or feel, but undeniably feeling the unmistakable sensation of slick building up between your legs. Steve's complete change in persona had its desired effect on you.

"Oh, don't play coy with me, Darling... A little bird told me how you played and danced with all those men, while you were out." He smirked against your cheek, after placing a tantalizing kiss on it.

"Did you forget that your Captain is waiting for you at home? Desperate to feel you, practically melt in my hands? Are you that desperate to have something in you, that you'd deny him his right?" Steve said, intense lust-blown eyes boring into your soul.

"No, Captain. I'm only desperate for you." You cried, needing friction between your thighs, sooner rather than later.

"Prove it." He growled, before pinning you to your door, one arm holding you up against it, the other hand shoved between your legs. Spreading your walls around his thick digits, cause you to moan loudly.

"I see. My girl, is more than desperate for her Captain... You're practically dripping, My Dear..." He sighed, looking at your ruined center. His expert fingers rubbing and brushing up against your walls and clit.

"Oh... Captain, please..." You gasped, the pleasure building and building, desperate for release.

"Are you desperate for your Captain?" Steve smirked, his lips mere inches away from your own.

"YES! I FUCKING AM!" You cried out, every sensation turning more and more intense, and you haven't been allowed to come yet.

"Then come..." Steve said in a low voice, causing you to release it all, with a wail, as his lips came crashing down onto yours to swallow every cry.

He pulled away to kiss, and suck on your sweet-spot. Wanting to mark you all over, but also, as a way to ground you, and bring you back down from your high.

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking right at you. His eyes wide and gleaming, ever so soft for you.

"Y-Yes... I'm fine, just need a sec." You breathed, unable to believe what just happened.

"Do you want me to stop?" Steve asked, softly.

"No. God, no!" You exclaimed, gripping his shirt by the front and pulling him for a messy kiss.

"Take me to bed, Captain." You sighed, before he ripped your shirt in two, and carried you with one arm to your bed, where you shared another messy kiss once more. A promise of the long night that was to come.

You both finished with a roar, Steve tenderly kissing you, allowing you both to calm down, from your climaxes. He gently pulled out and rolled off of you. Walking into your En Suite to wash himself off, and prepare your bath.

He came back a few minutes later, gently picking you up, bridal style into your shower. Where he allowed you to lean on him, shaky legs unable to keep you upright for more than a few seconds.

His hands, gentle and warm, massaging your shampoo into your hair, lathering soap all over your body, and especially on your most intimate parts. You have never felt safer, or more loved than in that very moment in Steve's arms.

Once he had given your exhausted body a final rinse, he grabbed your fluffy towel, wiped you dry, wrapped you up in it, before taking you back to the bed where, he had a shirt all ready for you to wear. Although, you definitely noticed that he hadn't brought out your own pair of underwear, instead had his own loose boxers for himself.

Steve asked if it was okay with you to wear his shirt. You agreed, as he slipped it over your head, and around your body, the gesture just as intimate as anything you've done that night with Steve.

He carefully laid you on a carefully arranged pile of pillows, and went to put on his shorts, before joining you in bed, gathering you up in his arms, and snuggling into you. Knowing that this is probably your favorite part after sex.

Rubbing your head softly, you let out a contented sigh, before pulling back slightly to look up at him, determination in your eyes.

"Steve, what was this? I-I mean, you said you'd do something to spice things up, and that I'll never expect this. And I definitely did not expect to be dominated by my Captain. But this is definitely out of the blue, what's the matter?" You asked, your face full of concern as you lovingly cupped his cheek.

"You said that you wouldn't mind if things heated up between us. And I wanted to prove that we can do more than just the regular old making love." Steve sighed. Gone was the strong facade he put up, in its place, the young boy from Brooklyn.

"I did, Steve. But I don't want you to escalate to a place you're not comfortable with." You smiled, using your hand to keep his eyes on you.

"Sex isn't just about love, or getting relief from some sexual tension, it's about communication, and telling your partner, what it is you do or don't like. And that means, taking baby steps if you want to live things up in the bedroom." You said, with a smile.

"So, I could just tell you what I want to try, and you can do the same. And it'll be alright?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Honey. We communicate, and find out together what works or what doesn't. It's about you and me. I trust you, full-heartedly, Steve. Do you trust me, too?" You asked in earnest.

"I do, Doll. I really do, you make me feel complete, and I feel safe enough with you, that I feel like I can ask, and you wouldn't judge me for it." He grinned, his smile getting bigger and bigger.

"Good. Because that means we can try bondage next time." You laughed, half jokingly.

"Slow down, Sweetheart..." Steve laughed, pulling you closer to him. Both of you, happy to have moved up a step in your relationship, and content in the safety the other provided.

Hope that this was a good one!

Until next time!

❤️ Booky

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[yesimwriting]

hello! I was hoping for a Joel miller imagine where the reader gets hit on in a bar when she’s dating Joel and he sees this and confronts the guy and hits him because he’s aggressive and is all protective over the reader!

I love your writing and this would be amazing thank you xx

A/n first joel request,, slay

update: watched the new episode, bill and frank, still crying 

i feel like this gives post outbreak joel a little more bc of the physical protectiveness,, but i can't remember if there's much/any descriptions of like literal bars in the QZ,, i've only watched the show and i don't remember seeing details,, like ik there's alc/pills available, but actual bars??

idk it's possible i've missed it or forgot bc i have terrible memory

so enjoy my 'makeshift' bar concept as i try my best to deviate from canon as much as possible

not to shamelessly self promo,, but if you like this fic i have another joel fic with what i feel like is a more developed version of this dynamic (bc it’s longer and more internal monologue centered) here and i’m making a part 2 for it so if you like these vibes and want something similar, it’s there, it exists :) 

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You're staring again, and trying your hardest to convince yourself that you're not. It's more than pointless, it's bordering on ridiculous.

Joel Miller is not some fleeting crush that’d fit somebody in grade school better than it’d fit you. Not anymore. You know what you are. You've had a talk. The kind of talk that you didn't think existed anymore in this world.

It wasn't exactly the rom-com 'what are we', but after a man Joel was dealing with got a little too friendly, it led to an argument. One you didn't fully understand, especially since Tess practically lived by his side.

Don't pretend, you might come off as all innocent, but you're too smart to be that naive. Men like that only have one intention.

And that had rightfully infuriated you, because after weeks of lingering touches that could be justified with a few words but never were and all the goddamn looks, he had no right to lecture you about another man's intentions with you. His intentions don't matter because that has no affect on me and who I am. Why the fuck does it even matter?

Why does it matter? It had been this subtle scoff of a response that made you take a step back. That made your back brush against the wall of his apartment. Because I don't want other men like that lookin' at you, let alone speaking to you.

The world stopped spinning on its axis and all the air preparing to leave your lungs was trapped with no where to go. Too many implications. 'Other men like that', the inclusion of himself in men that had those intentions. Maybe even more importantly, the implication that he’s some sort of exception.

 Even more deafening, your response: Well maybe I wouldn't speak to them if you didn't entertain ev--

The rest of your sentence, whatever it would have been, was lost to his mouth on yours. A snapping of tension that took its time fizzling down to something less consuming. Something that allowed you both to talk enough to make it clear that Joel was yours and you were his.

It wasn't a magical snapping into place like it might have been in a world without the outbreak. In some ways, it added a new layer of hesitance, and in other ways it propelled you forward. There are growing pains with anything new, and the whole relationship thing is definitely new to you. Especially in this world.

If only you could get past staring. Maybe after Joel secures the whiskey-bourbon-hybrid whatever they're passing as alcohol these days from a less than trustworthy trading contact, you'll get buzzed enough to graduate to handholding, or at the very least, you'll be able to do something besides sit there.

You're starting to feel insane. How is making out easier than the small things? Maybe the setting is more at fault here than you. In the outside world, any form of attachment could easily be twisted into weakness. It’s likely best that you keep some distance from Joel here, especially with the way other men keep looking over at the two of you. 

It’s not like you’re never awkward about the little things when confined safely between the walls of Joel’s place, that’s slowly but surely starting to feel like it’s at least partially yours, as well. But the way you get in public is something else entirely. It’s probably for the best. There are already too many eyes on you. 

Like the guy with red hair that glints oddly in the yellow light of the stranger’s building. He’s swaying slightly, a dark looking glass in his hand that he’s yet to release in the entire time you’ve been here. Every time one of his friends leaves him, his gaze returns to yours. 

Your skin crawls each time, but you keep your expression as stoic as possible. Joel’s getting better at trusting you, better at letting you serve as a sort of backup in the way that Tess usually would. You know that if it came down to it, the man that keeps looking at you wouldn’t be an actual issue, and you know Tess wouldn’t let it get to her. 

Ugh. Another thing you want to get yourself to stop doing. Comparison. It’s ugly and so insignificant. Tess didn’t exactly welcome you with open arms when you first showed up, but you get that. And eventually she warmed a little. You think she’d still trade you for a few ration cards, but she doesn’t hate you. She’s, at the very least, no longer skeptical of you. The other day you caught her hiding a smile over a joke you made.

But it’s hard not to compare. They were the closest thing either of them had to a support system for years before you showed up, and you know that they’ve been together casually. Always casual. Joel stressed that part, but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy thing to know, especially now. 

You bury the thoughts the way you often do and turn your attention back to Joel. Back to staring. At least you’re consistent.

A man peaks out of the closet that seems to be the source of all the alcohol. He gestures vaguely in your direction. “That’s us,” Joel says, voice flat, “Wait here, I’ll be back.” 

Nodding as if to dismiss your own thoughts, you beg your mind to not create imaginary problems by reading into him telling you to stay. He’s walking a few feet away to get some boxes, it’s not the rejection insecurity is making it out to be. “I’ll hold down the fort, keep away trouble.” 

Joel blinks, turning his head in your direction briefly. The corner of his mouth turns up slightly, which is more of a reaction than he likes to give when in these kinds of places. He shifts his hand casually, his fingers brushing against yours briefly as he stands. The gesture is small but immediately dislodges the lump in your chest. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” It’s little more than a whisper, but there’s something hidden beneath the roughness of his tone. A pinch of lighthearted humor that’s only visible to you. 

It eases you even further. Joel turns away, moving behind the long table serving as a sort of bar counter. You tap your fingers against the surface without much thought, taking a second to absorb the easiness of it all. It’s rare that getting anything require so little. You don’t think anything’s ever come as easy as sitting on an uncomfortable bar stool. 

“So...” You blink, posture straightening as your eyes flit to the source of the sound. “Guard dog finally left you alone, princess?” 

Okay. Ew. Of course it’s the guy that’s been staring you down since you first sat down. You have to fight to not let your nose wrinkle. There’s no good in reacting, in escalating the situation. “Not a guard dog.” 

You hope that it’ll be enough to show that you’re not interested. “Aw, not feelin’ too friendly, baby.” Ew. You’re torn between cussing him out or actually punching him. Neither is an actual option. Places like these are a minefield and you refuse to be the one to set off a series of explosions. “Maybe you’ll cheer up after a drink, could get you one.” 

Turning your head, you take a breath before replying. “I have enough friends.” The stranger is clearly apart of a group. You don’t know if you could call them all friends, you’re not sure there’s enough casual trust in the world left for genuine friend groups. But they’re at least acquaintances, or work associates, or maybe they met here, equally inebriated enough to accept each other. It doesn’t matter, the point is they were chatting up a storm before he decided to wander over here and bother you. “And it looks like you do, too.” 

“Fine,” he relents too quickly, “Let’s not be friends, then.” His hand shoots forward, landing firmly--and disgustingly--on your waist. “Let’s be something else.” 

You’re unsure if you’re more repulsed by his hand on you or how terrible that line was. Your own hand clasps his, pushing and pulling in an attempt to create a space. He’s relentless, even when your nails start clawing at him. “If you want to keep your hand, I suggest getting off of me.” 

He blinks at your threat and then grins, flashing a smile that’s missing teeth. And then he laughs. A cold chuckle that makes its way beneath your skin. “God, I like them feisty.” 

Shoving your fingers under his, you manage to pry him off of you. Your foot moves, heels smashing into his toes as subtly as possible. “And I like them when they know how to fuck off.” 

His smile broadens, a cynical undertone to the look that makes it worse than before. “Oh, darling,” his hand finds your arm, tugging you forward, “You’re gonna pay for that.” 

“Pay for what?” Relief washes through you before you’ve even fully registered the familiar, even timber of Joel’s voice. He’s speaking in a lower tone than usual, an icy rage that you can feel in your bones and it’s not even directed at you. “Touching what’s not yours, ‘cause you’re the only one doing that.” 

There’s probably something you should say. A subtle warning to not go beyond scaring off the man that is clearly incapable of respecting a woman’s autonomy outside of another man’s claim over her. To not take it too far because it’s not worth it. Because you have it under control. Relatively.

Instead, you’re silent as the man releases you. He takes his time assessing Joel. The stranger is physically smaller and Joel does have that edge that only comes from someone that’s lost enough to be dangerous to anyone threatening what’s left. 

The man holds his hands up in defense, his glass sitting precariously between his thumb and pointer finger. “Easy, man.” You don’t even have to look at Joel to know that that was the wrong thing to say. “I didn’t mean any harm, if you set the price right, I’d be--” 

The rest of the proposition is taken care of by Joel’s fist connecting with the man’s jaw. You hear the audible crack before your mind can make the connection between Joel’s quick movement and the man’s silence. 

Holy shit. Joel didn’t just throw a punch, he threw a punch meant to shatter bone. He barely glances at you, and you’re too focused on the fact that Joel’s standing there, completely fine like he didn’t exert enough force to knock over a grown man. You blink as Joel extends the arm he’s been using to hold the small case. 

You’re too shocked to do more than take the box. The implication of why he’d hand you the box while still standing there doesn’t settle until Joel’s throwing another punch. Each hit is more committed than the last, even when the stranger’s knees give in and he collapses. 

Yeah, there’s definitely something you should say. Now. Like right now. You’d never ask him to hit anybody once, let alone do whatever he’s doing now. But words like ‘stop’ and ‘okay, think he gets it’ all jam themselves so far down your throat, you wouldn’t be able to pry them out with a wrench. 

All you can do is watch. It’s the kind of morbid fascination that reminds you of what it felt like to drive a little slower when passing a car wreck. You’re rooted in place by a realization that’s always been there at the back of your mind, an implied awareness. Joel’s more than just prone to violence when he needs to be. He’s angry. 

It should scare you. Terrify you. Your stillness should be some byproduct of that. But it’s not. Joe’s not a danger to you, he’s a danger for you. 

It’s a level of protectiveness you never thought you’d experience. Your chest feels warm. You hope you’re not messed up enough to consider this some grand display of love. However, there’s a vulnerability in the violence you can’t deny. You’re in a public place, the kind of morally questionable people that are far from above exploiting vulnerability. And yet here he is, announcing an undeniable attachment. 

Joel finishes, chest heaving and hands still curled into fists. The low light makes the thin layer of sweat on his skin seem like he’s practically glowing. His knuckles are already evidently split and swirling in distinct shades of blue and red. You’re mesmerized. 

“You can’t do that shit here.” 

That’s it. The only reprimand. In the world of before, he would have gotten the cops called on him. He would have gone to jail. 

Joel looks up, mumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously close to fuck off. He then looks at you, gestures with a tilt of his head for you to follow, and walks forward. 

You try not to think of what it must look like when you follow, quickening your steps to get closer to him after you’re out of focus. When you reach the door, Joel pulls it open with one hand and reaches for your fingers with the other. 

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The way your eyebrows draw together when you’re examining an injury is different than the way they pull together for anything else. It’s too focused to be concerned and too concerned to be focused. 

Joel could stare at that expression for longer than he’d ever admit to. He could concentrate on that little line above your forehead and forget about everything else. “I’m fine,” he mutters, knowing that there’s no real point. You’ll do what you’re going to do when it comes to these kinds of things.

You nod absentmindedly, another small sign that you’re not as here as you normally odd. “It’d be awfully sad if you died of something as small as non-fungal infection.” 

He swallows, minding that look behind your eye. Things are still normal, you’ve yet to show any sign of rejection. He kept your fingers locked practically the entire way here and you let him. Never pulled away. 

It’s not like he needs to apologize. Joel did nothing wrong. He even gave you a minute to handle the situation, but the man was relentless. The kind of asshole that takes advantage of a world with little order to prey on women. Joel would do it again. And again. And again. There are no regrets there.

You’re not naive. You know what you signed up for when you accepted him. He’s never hid that from you. That doesn’t change the fact that you’ve always had a pension for forgiveness, a pinch of empathy the world hasn’t managed to snuff. 

“You’re dramatic, anyone ever tell you that?” 

A touch of a smile pulls on the corner of your mouth. “Hm. Think I’ve heard that once or twice from this one guy. Dark hair, dark eyes, cute, but not really my type.” 

Joel smiles, a partial laugh escaping him. “Really?” 

Turning over his hand with a gentleness he still finds difficult to understand, you press a quick kiss to his palm. You move back into your previous position so quickly it almost feels bashful. “I think you know the answer.” You flip his hand so that his knuckles face you again and go back to cleaning them. “You know, you didn’t have to...I wouldn’t have ever asked you to do that.” 

Joel can’t help his partial smile at that. Like there was ever any doubt. “I know,” he manages, “You’re not that.” 

It takes a second for you to understand what he’s implying. That you’re not like him. Yes, you get mad and you have nothing against putting people in their place, but you don’t like hurting people. Your lips part awkwardly, like you want to say he’s not that either, but you can’t. He just proved it to the both of you. 

“Nothing wrong with being like that,” you say, all too casual, “So don’t say it like it’s this big thing.” There is no end to the level of understanding you offer him. He doesn’t deserve it, he never will. “And you’re not like that in the way you mean. That asshole was, you’re not.” 

Joel lets out a low breath. Of course, even this you’d find a way to reframe. “You’d think so.” 

“I’m right.” It’s a quick reply, and the exact kind of response he expected. “You’re not a shitty person just because you beat up some guy or any of the reasons you’re thinking. New world, new morals. Accept it.” 

Your lips pull together into what’s almost a pout in your determination. Always so sure when it comes to him. “Mhm,” he breathes, watching your surprise at his compliancy. You know something’s coming, but not what. Your awareness does little to help you when Joel twists your hand in his pushes you back against the couch. “And what about you?” 

He hasn’t grabbed your hands yet, but you stay still, eyes trained on him. “I am a lot meaner than you think I am.” 

He tilts his head down to hide his amused expression. Your version of mean is fighting back. “You want to prove it?”

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter: Chapter 16

A/N: finally, a chapter worth posting. This one is so much better than the last two or three i've posted. Sorry guys, I've totally lost track of time, its been two weeks since the last chapter ive posted... this is a longer one so hopefully it will suffice. Thank yall so much for reading, feedback is much appreciated :)

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word count: 1.3k

Reader pov:

You and your father have silently agreed to just let go of what happened during the commute to the grocery store. The two of you have not talked about the topic since, and you were grateful for it. You headed for the doors to get outside the base, as you had decided earlier that a morning run should do the trick for your sluggish start to the day. It seems you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Barely making conversation at breakfast, feeling irritated and put off by everything. Even the sound of Gaz breathing when you sat next to him in the mess hall made you want to choke him out.

You breathed in deeply, savoring the crispy winter air as it's freezing tendrils circled your lungs. You sighed and were about to get moving when you heard a gruff noise behind you.

It was Ghost, clearing his throat.

You turned towards him, a quizzical look crossing your features.

"I've tracked you across the whole bloody base," he said, in a gravely, morning voice.

"And?" You said, annoyed. You didn't feel like talking to anyone not even your mysterious crush.

"And, a good soldier should know to watch their damn six."

"Yeah, in the field," you roll your eyes.

"Someone's pissy this morning, I thought we were on good terms now?" He chuckled

"I just... sorry- you didn't do anything wrong-" he cut you off.

"I know," he smirked.

"... just bad nights sleep I guess," you glared, finishing your sentence.

"Where are you headed?" his voice softened slightly, but his gaze still remained rigid and judgy.

"Out for a run."

"You don't mind if I join do you?"

You raised and eyebrow at his suggestion

"What? i'm not supposed to be friendly with my teammates ever?"

"I-I...no...I don't mind," you said skeptically.

The two of you took off at a quick pace, you were surprised that the lieutenant could keep up despite the skull balaclava covering his nose and mouth, as well as his large, toned build.

"You run often?" you ask.

"Mmm... when I was a kid I got in trouble a lot. I had to make a quick getaway sometimes."

"Who was chasing you... the law?"

"Eh, sometimes," he said, nonchalantly.

"Well, what kind of trouble?" you asked, not knowing whether to be concerned or intrigued.

"Dumb, teenage shit. You know, smashing windows... drinking... smoking, anything to get me out of the house really. I matured eventually."

"And now your in the military, the irony," you paused. "You know, I really wouldn't have guessed that you were so... unruly as a kid, Mister 'im so strict and tough," you laughed.

He gave a chuckle in response.

"Mhm, my teenage years were pretty lawless... probably can't say the same for you, Price's kid," he smirked.

"Ah you got me there... I did get into a little trouble though."

"Really...?"

"I dabbled with boys mostly..."

This made Simon's heart rate quicken, the thought of you with other guys, but then he reminded himself that you were a teenager at the time.

"Boys? I'm sure the captain wasn't very fond of that"

"Oh hell no... he always chased 'em away. I never could keep a boyfriend for very long. No matter how secretive I was he always found out."

Noted Ghost thought to himself.

Ghost laughs, "Yup, sounds like ol' cap."

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes as Ghost thinks about your love life.

"You...you don't happen to have any of those men in your life now... do you?" he asks quietly.

"I uhm....uh...well... no," You respond, a bit flustered.

"Good, otherwise i'd have to tell cap" He added, voice stronger and more confident while trying to play the question off as a joke.

You two were almost back to the base now, as you finished at the doors Ghost spoke up again as he swung the door open for you.

"It's about time for our daily training now, good timing."

You nodded as you stepped through the door into the pleasantly warm building. You walked down to the training facilities with him.

"Lets do some lifting," Ghost suggested.

You groaned in protest, dragging your feet as your lieutenant led you into the gym. You went through a few sets, bench press, curls, a few ab exercises, and finally some squats. By the time you were ready to start squatting, your body was exhausted, especially your legs considering you ran beforehand. Ghost looked at you with a slight bit of sympathy.

"Lets just do two sets of eight for this one alright Y/N?"

"Thank you, G-Ghost," you sputtered as you struggled to keep the bar level as you got into your first squat.

You wobbled, your legs quivered as you raised yourself back up into a standing postion.

One

You shook even more on the way down the second time, Ghost noticed this and left the wall he was leaning up against. He stood behind you with his hands open, ready to steady the bar if needed.

down, up

Two

By the third rep, the bar was so far away from being level on your shoulders your whole body tipped to the right. Luckily, Ghost caught you and lifted the bar off your shoulders before you could fall. He put the bar back on the rack and took a few pounds off of it while you sat down for a moment.

"If you're not okay enough to finish we can be done here," Ghost told you. His words were sympathetic but his voice was void of emotion, it was hard to gauge weather he was disappointed in your failure to finish the set or if he was concerned for you.

Ghost pov:

Goddamnit, she totally felt that.

I stood in front of Y/N while she sat down for a moment to catch her breath. I had to get the bar off of her before she hurt herself, but in the process I had pressed myself against her by accident. Which in return gave me a little problem... down there. Forever grateful to my mask for saving my ass once again, I tried to exert calmness towards Y/N while she rested. I desperately hoped that she would be done now that she was almost crushed by the weight.

"No, I'd like to finish out the set at least," she responded to my question.

"You sure? no shame in calling it quits to avoid injury," I responded in a warmer tone than before.

"Yeah, I've got it," she reassured me, more strength in her voice now.

Again, I positioned myself behind her to spot her. Only this time, a half step further back, not forgetting about my hard on. I'm not going to lie, It was tough to just stand there silently while she got her reps in. All I wanted to do was praise her, to tell her what a good job she was doing. I wanted to see her smile when I told her she did something right, I just wanted to make her happy.

"Good work," I managed to say when she got all eight reps in.

She told me goodbye and turned to leave. I watched her walk away, she took a few steps before I couldn't help myself.

"Wait!"

She turned around.

"I enjoyed running with you this morning... really- it was nice. Thank you for letting me go with you."

Her face broke into a genuine smile.

"Thank you for coming with me, it was nice to see you more informal... you know, outside of all the work stuff."

When she walked off again, I couldn't help but get all giddy and boyish. I felt like a teenager swooning over his crush at school.

fucking hell, Y/N enjoyed my company.

Reader pov:

When you left the gym and were sure that no one could see you, you damn near squealed for joy.

He liked running with me!

Ghost

My lieutenant

The guy I like

[ewyband]

EWY BIG Q&A

hi!! recently i did a q&a on instagram about SLAD. unfortunately (or fortunately?) there were too many questions to answer purely on instagram stories without spamming. here's the ones i couldn't answer on instagram, answered here!

MERLOT, both in terms of my favourite composition and performance

my partner and i were on a break whilst they were studying abroad ("we're only on month 1 of 4"). I just kinda word vomited my feelings. I was feeling pretty depressed at the time I wont lie.

yes i DID!!! this EP was MADE for fun. i wrote the songs specifically to make fun songs to play live. (aside from HOLLOW DRUG)

"And I could be displaced from my home And it could be seen on all your phones Is it real? Or is it fake? Look close, do my arms look like legs?"

probs the most lyrically dense I've been?? i'm not sure.

first of all, thank you so much!! second, some songs i write it all in one day but others can take a week or so before i'm fully happy with how its sounding. that being said, i always end up changing something before recording (usually around a month after writing, but in the case of MERLOT, that was recorded only a week after writing).

if i had to just name one, it'd be Nirvana. I wrote a 3000 word essay on In Utero for uni and that genuinely inspired me to make these songs. I really loved how Nirvana performed and I thought 'man, if only I had songs like that where I'd have an excuse to go crazy' other influences would include Jeff Rosenstock (my #1 fav artist) and PUP (greatest live show I've ever been to) btw, thank u sm!!

yes,,, very much

unfortunately i havent learnt proper scream technique so all of my screams were done at the very very end of my recording sessions. i think it worked out because that meant i had a lot of pent up frustration

i will start by saying my uni lets me hire out all of these microphones for free (if you don't count the student loan) vocals: SM7b & RE20 (only on sociopathic leech) guitar: AKG C414 matched pair (acoustic and electric) bass: my takes were originally done with an RE20, pretty sure fern just DI'd drums: Audix DP7 + SM57 (for hi-hat) + C414 for room mic's

i'll try get this done tomorrow!

i was in a guitar lesson at uni and we were talking about chromatics in the blues scale. my guitar teacher suggested i try to make a riff using the blues scale and particularly the chromatic part. that riff ended up being the middle 8 section of RIGHTS TO MY WRONGS. the rest of the song basically acted as a vessel to transport this breakdown middle 8 section. hopefully it doesn't come across that way !!!!!! but that was the main idea.

it felt very natural. i'll probably continue to go this direction in my future releases.

its mainly a reference to SOCIOPATHIC LEECH! 'i could beat you with a bat'. i just wanted something that felt visceral and angry and i feel like izzie really captured that.

yes and no! brett romnes is a super nice guy and very fun to work with. i obviously had my own mixes so he could see what i preferred and essentially made it better. i think there ended up being 4 drafts before we reached a final master.

these were my original mixing notes! i think the only thing that really got lost in translation was i added some really subtle vocal distortion at the end of HOLLOW DRUG in my original mix. in the end, i feel empowered by brett because he made it sound like what i felt it should sound like in my head (DOES THIS SENTENCE MAKE SENSE!?)

after i wrote SOCIOPATHIC LEECH and RIGHTS TO MY WRONGS, i was like 'okay, this is the style we're going for, lets do some sort of project in this particular style' i was pretty dead set on an EP since i'd just done an album. so to answer your question, yes and no!

i wish i could put something significant here. im sure theres some psychologist out there who could tell me that the song represents something about me. i was feeling alienated at the time, hopefully this helps? "confess your sins to the crowd, no-one can hear you when you're talking so loud" is definitely about my frustrations with song meanings though

hi mikey!

this person was the GM for a cyberpunk TTRPG game i played in. i wanted to write a cyberpunk themed album at one point but i guess that one merlot line is the closest we'll get.

i have semi answered this question but I WANTED TO WRITE SONGS THAT WERE FUN TO PLAY LIVE !!!!! and i think it worked out in the end

THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO WROTE IN !!! MY ASKBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!!

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Washed In Black: Chapter 1

Darkish!William Tell x fem!Reader

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Summary: A young cocktail waitress at a casino takes interest in William but he rebuffs her advances. Still, he can't get her out of his head. When he follows her home, he stopped an attempted attack and brings her back to his hotel. Wanting company Will invites her on the road with him, just for the summer before her final year of college... It's just a summer fling, right?

Content and Warnings: No happy ending, oops. Darkish!Will, but not really dark to reader. big ole age gap, reader is 21, Will is early 40's. Attempted rape, reader defends herself but William finishes the job. Will briefly stalks her but there was no nefarious intent. Possessive Will, protective Will, hints too Will having OCD (my personal headcanon), PTSD from both Will and reader, reader has a shitty homelife but not abusive like I usually write. Canon typical violence. Alcohol and smoking from everyone involved. More will likely be added as we go but I'll add them in chapters under "additional warnings"

Immersability: References to reader having hair. She works at a casino as a cocktail waitress, takes place in the US and her and her parents live in the US currently. Reader generally dresses "sexy" in casinos, I know not everyone does for different reasons So I figured I should note that.

Authors Note: This fic has been in my head since last November when I saw this movie. It's my comfort movie and IDC how weird that sounds lol. I've gone back and forth on whether this needs to be a one shot or series, but I think miniseries just makes sense. I'm thinking 3 chapters.

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Will wasn’t stalking you, really, he wasn’t.

He just wanted to make sure you got home safe. You’d caught his eye all week, bringing him drinks at the casino he was at for the time being, pretty, flattering dresses. He liked that you wore flats instead of heels. You looked more comfortable. He liked that you had a soft smile on your face, and he liked that you were clearly eyeing him. He’s only human, after all. Did he feel a bit of guilt for checking out someone so much younger than him? Yes, of course he did, but it was just looking… right?

You threw that out the window when you sat down next to him and slid him a drink. When Will gives you a quizzical look, you clarify. “Ton Collins. That’s what you drink, isn’t it?”

It was. You’d been paying attention. “Yeah, it is. But I didn’t order one.”

“Don’t worry, this ones on me.” You gesture to where your ballet flats had been traded for Converse. “I’m off the clock”

Will takes a sip. “Still doesn’t explain why you gave me a drink.”

You roll your eyes, but smile still. “Men aren’t the only ones who can buy drinks.”

A little bit of bite to you, he notes before condeeding. “Fair enough.” William takes his new class and holds it up, smiling when you clink it to his.

Fidgeting in your seat, you look around at the bright lights and bustle of the casino as you try to stoke a conversation. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Will can sense your nervousness from two seats down, trying to keep his eyes from the tight red dress wrapped around your body. He tried to stay polite, you were just a kid after all. “William Tell, and your-” His sentence was interrupted by your laughter, bright and jovial and although he didn’t know what was funny, it made him happy to hear. “What’s so funny”

“Nothing!” You shake your head, trying to move on, as you cover the smile on your red lips. Same shade as your dress. When you see he doesn’t buy it, you smile harder and elaborate. “It’s just, I expected you to give me a fake name, but I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“To be soooo” He urges you on.

“So obvious!” A fresh bout of laughter, and while he was aware you were making fun of him, he couldn’t help smiling gently. 

“That is my name.” He lied.

“Yeah, and mine’s maid Marian.”

“You’re thinking of Robin Hood.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really.”

“Whatever.” You tell him your name, and he reaches out to shake your hand. The firm but gentle shake makes your heart skip a beat. He was handsome, a head of straight, fully grey hair, and although you were certain he wouldn’t take kindly to you calling him a DILF, that’s what was going through your head. What appealed the most, however, was his manners. Many a man at this casino had attempted to woo you, to buy you, to assault you. Men were disgusting. With this man, however, although you could tell he was checking you out, it wasn’t leering. You didn’t feel like he was mentally undressing you. He simply said please and thank you and kept to himself and god, it made you want him. You didn’t sleep with the men here as a personal rule… but maybe he could be an acception.

“You can call me Bill, since you don’t like my name.”

“I’m not doing that either.”

She’s a bit of a brat, he notes. “Why not?”

“Too King of the Hill.”

A slight chuckle escaped him. She is trouble.

“Can I call you Will?”

“Whatever makes you happy.” You wouldn't be calling him anything. Will would talk to you while he finished the drink, he didn’t want to be rude, but he wasn’t going to indulge you. You weren’t the first young cocktail waitress that had made a move on him, and plenty of girls barely old enough to drink spent their time hooking at casinos, but William wasn’t that kind of guy. He didn’t have anonymous sex, he didn’t really have sex, and he certainly wasn’t entertaining girls young enough to be his daughter… But Will was fighting for his life. You’d scooted over to the chair next to him, had been very clearly leaning in ways to show him your tits, smiling at him with that youthful grin… No, he couldn’t indulge you. 

When you got the hint that he wasn’t about to invite you to his room (he wasn’t staying at the casino anyway), you made a graceful exit, telling him to have a nice night and good luck.

But he couldn’t shake the thought of you.

It was for your safety.

He was just going to make sure you made it out of the crowds okay.

When he saw you were walking home, he was just going to make sure you got home okay. It was dangerous at 2 am for a young girl.

William repeatedly validated his action in his head as he watched you. You were just not being safe. Walking alone, headphones in your ear… something loud and aggressive he assumed by the way you banged your head, did air guitar and drum solo’s… you weren’t paying attention at all. All this was validated on it’s own, however, when William realizes he’s not the only one following you.

The man appears almost out of nowhere not far from the casino and grabs you, pulling you into a dark alleyway before he can jump in. As William runs to the scene, he’s surprised to find you were not quite as helpless as he thought, watching you take a stabber keychain and thrusting it into his side.

“Holy shit” William mutters as he watches the man bleed, but you turn to him, the stabber pointed at his chest.

“WATCH IT!” You yell, but you’re clearly posturing. Your whole body is shaking.

“Relax” William put his hands up, beginning to build his lie. “I saw him following you, I’m not here to hurt you.” 

The man on the ground groans loudly in pain, and your shaking becomes uncontrollable. You drop the stabber and rush into his arms. Jesus, you’re naive. So trusting. Another moan and William looks at the man. He was a rapist. Well, attempted one with you, but men like that dont just rape once.

“Go home.” He tells you. “I’ll take care of this.”

You shout a no. “You can’t leave me alone! We’ll call the police!”

Naive indeed. William takes you a few steps away, holding you by the shoulders. “The police won’t do anything but arrest you for stabbing him.”

Confused, you try to argue. “But it’s self defense, he tried to-”

“Your word against his. Women get arrested for defending themself from rape all the time, it’s hard to prove attempted rape.”

The tears never stopped from your pretty eyes. “Then can’t we just… leave him?”

Sweet young thing… William shook his head. “I’m not leaving a rapist alive.”

The man starts begging for his life, alternating between pleas to you, and then when that doesn’t work, telling William that you were asking for it. That didn't help his case. William carefully guides you, taking you out of the alley and away from the bleeding man. “Stay here” He grabs your dropped airpods and tells you to turn up the music.

And you do. 

Linkin Park, as loud as it can go, still doesn’t drown out all the sounds that came from the alley.

When William came back in sight, he was covered in blood. He thought you should be horrified… but the way you looked at him was like his night in shining amour. “C’mon. I’ll drive you home.”

“No!” You surpsise him with your answer.

“Or we can walk, that’s-”

“I don’t wanna go home!” When he looked confused, you elaborate. “It’s lonely there, my parent… they act like I don’t exist, and I’m scared, Will. I’m fucking scared and they are no help. Please, please can’t I go with you?”

Bad idea. “No, I don’t think that’s-”

“Please?”

William heard sirens not far away. The dead man’s screams must’ve alerted someone… fuck, they needed to leave. “Fuck, come on.” William wrapped an arm around her, taking her through the alley. “Don’t look at him.” He kept a hand at her head, keeping her eyes forward. Through the backways and slipping into darkness, William took her to where his car was parked and ripped out of the  parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Are you going to tell me where you live?” He asks but you stay silent. He sighs. “Honey how old are you?”

You hesitate. “26”

“You’re a bad liar.”

“Why do you care?”

“I want to make make sure I won’t get arrested for kidnapping a minor!”

“I work at a casino!”

Okay. Fair point. “Just checking, because you said you lived with your parents.”

“It’s a shit economy.”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, I was in prison by 26.” That was enough to make you turn to him. He glanced over to you. “Yeah, you still wanna stay with an ex con?”

“What were you in prison for” Nosy little girl.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Was it it rape?”

“No”

“Then I don’t really care.”

“You should”

“But I don’t.”

 “Do you really want to stay with me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. You can stay with me. For one night, I’m heading out tomorrow.”

“Fine.” A short pause. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine.”

“For all of it.”

“It’s fine.”

When you arrived at the motel and Will opened the door, you were regretting your choice. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Of course his room setup was going to be off putting. He didn’t have an explanation for himself, so he never bothered on the rare occasion someone saw it.

“You’re going to kill me.”

Well that was not what he was expecting. William turned to you. “What?” he reiterated with more vigor.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes before groaning. “God dammit I’m so fucking stupid. My dad was right, I was gonna get myself killed some day!”

He called your name. “What are you talking about? I’m not gonna kill you.”

Gesturing vaguely towards the room, all the furniture, paintings, chairs all wrapped up. “Covering the fucking room? Clearly you’re planning to slit my throat and throw away the evidence.”

William pushed past you. “If I slit your throat, the blood would go everywhere, walls, ceiling, all of it. Covering the bedside table won’t do shit.”

“Oh. That’s comforting, I guess.”

“Are you coming in or not?”

Well, what option did you have? You close the door and take in the room. It was so… plain. 

“Why do you cover everything?”

William simply shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He pulls out some clothes, handing you a t shirt and pants and some for himself. “I’m going to shower since I’m covered in blood.” He states plainly, seemingly unphased. “You can shower after, wear these.”

“Thank you.”

After everything was settled, you sat on the bed watching tv while William wrote in a book. “You can lay on the bed, you know. It’s late.”

He didn’t look up. “I’ll sleep here.”

“Oh come on, I’m not taking your damn bed.”

“I don’t sleep much anyway.”

“Ohhhhh mysterious.”

That was enough to make Will turn around, a light smile creeping on his features. “You haven't told me much about yourself either.” He deflected. “What”s a niice girl like you doing in a trashy casino?”

Swinging your legs over the bed, you force yourself up and over to him. “Pays for tuition.”

When you make your way over, Will stands up, looking down at you as his hair flopped in his face. The action closed a lotof distance, bringing him close to you. The left over energy from what happened tonight was buzzing in both of you, unable to sleep despite the late hours of the morning. “Oh yeah? You’re in school?”

“Mhm. Geology at Notre Dame”

“Realy?” He was impressed. 

“Yup, senior year.”

“Hm. Pretty and smart.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. William was so worked up, the brutal murder of the man who attempted to rape her transfering into a sexual energy that was getting hard to control. 

He expected you to get uncomfortable, but you lit up at his words. “You think I’m pretty?”

It was all slipping out now. “You know damn well that you are. All dressed up in those tight, skimpy dresses, showing yourself off, flirting with me all week…” He took a step forward, but you didn’t move back, instead leaning in ever so slightly.

“And you weren’t flirting back?”

William huffed a short laugh. “I was trying not to. You make it awfully hard.”

It was you who closed the gap, feeling his plush lips against yours. His kiss was immediately hungry, starving, William’s mouth opening wide to take all of you in, to taste the expanse of you. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” But he made no effort to stop, walking you backwards until you topple on the bed. 

You were winey and desperate, rutting your hips up into him as he pawed at you. “Need you to fuck me.” You beg him. 

“Relax.” Will purrs in your ear, slowly grinding into your spread legs. He was going to take his time with you, fuck you right… but god he was barely holding on himself, so worked up that he needed to release himself somehow. He continued kissing you, licking into your mouth and stifling your pretty little sounds because he just can’t keep his mouth off of you when he feels it. You were shaking.

“Hey,” William pulls back, cupping your face. “Hey, you alright?”

When you look up at him, wide-eyed, Will is stuck by how young you look. “Y-yeah I’m fine I just…” You chuckle nervously. “Not a whole lot of experience in this department.”

Will gives you another few inches of space. “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” You try to assure him, but his intense gaze boring into you did not help the nerves. “Just… not much better.”

Sighing, he drops his forehead to yours. “How old are you?”

“26-”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m 21.”

Another sigh, Will rolled off, but you try to fix it, grabbing at him. “No! Will, I’m sorry, I want you-”

His eyes were pinched closed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s just… lets just go to sleep.”

Embarrassed and sexually frustrated, you begin to shuffle under the blankets with Will. “Can you… can you hold me?”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.”

William wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his body. You could feel his hardness, but his closeness comforted you. Will made you feel safe.

*

That morning, you were woken up to the sound of Will packing and you made it a point to groan dramatically. “UUUGGHHHH Why the hell are you up so early?”

“I told you, I don’t sleep much” He was folding up his linens, slowly making the room look normal. 

“Ooooo edgy”

“Check out at 10 anyway.”

You grumble, rubbing your face into the pillow. “Do you have to go? Can’t you stay another day?”

Will stopped his movements, pausing before he pulled up a now-uncovered chair to where you lay. With his legs manspreading, he placed his elbows on his knees, folded his hands and leaned towards you. “What’s keeping you here? You clearly don’t care for your parents, your job you can get anywhere, pretty girl like you. What’s keeping you here?”

You’re taken aback by his question, but answer honestly. Early morning grogginess doesn’t leave much room for deception. “Just making enough money to pay for next years school.”

“How much do you think you’ll make this summer.”

You give him an estimate. 

He nods. “Leave with me.”

Blink. “Huh?”

“Travel with me. I’ll pay you what you would make at the end and bring you back to school at the start of the summer. I’ll pay for your food, clothes, anything you need.”

You can’t help but huff at that. “What what money? Sorry, but this isn’t exactly a luxury room.”

Little shit. He grabs one of his bags, opens it, revealing large stacks of hundred dollar bills. “I count cards. I keep to modest means but… there’s no reason I can’t win more.”

“Hooooolyyyyy shit.” He was loaded. Absolutely loaded. You get off the pillow, looking back and forth between Will and the money. There’s no reason you couldn’t go. Well, it was dangerous, a strange man you didn’t know taking you across the country… but you were never one for impulse control. Still, you think of last night. “I’m not… I’m not a hooker.”

“It’s not about sex.” When you look suspicious, he presses on. “It gets lonely on the road. I just… want some company. Two and a half months, just us, like a summer vacation. You’ll have everything you need to finish school, I promise.”

His eyes were earnest, and despite the fact you heard him slaughter a man only feet away from you… you trust him.

A few hours later, you and him were on the road. You sent a text to your boss who was none to happy about quitting with no notice, and left a note for your parents when you got your essential saying you left with a friend. They didn’t care enough to question that you didn’t have any friends in your home town anymore.

Will’s car was old but clean. Comfortable. The next destination was Seattle and after hours of begging, he let you put on your own music instead of the silence.

“What the fuck is this shit.”

“It’s Green Day, I thought you would know Green Day, old man.”

He wanted to wipe that bratty smirk right off her face. “This isn’t any Green Day I know.”

“Yeah, cause you probably only know American Idiot, poser.” When Will turned to you with a cocked eyebrow, you backtrack. “Sorry.”

“That’s what I thought.”

*

When you and Will check into your hotel, he paid in cash. Great, no paper trail in case you’re murdered. Wonderful. Sometimes you wonder what was going through your head when you left with him, but you couldn’t find yourself regretting it. You enjoyed his company so far, even if he was cranky. It was cute.  He was cute. You wanted to suck his dick.

“Here.” Will handed you a wad of cash. “There’s a strip mall down the street, get something nice for tonight.”

You smile up at him cheekily, swaying your hips a bit as you walk over to take the money. Fuck, you had a sugar daddy. “Don’t you wanna come with? Make sure you approve of what I buy, stay on budget?” You graze his hand with your fingers as you take it.

He simple began to unpack his linens. “Your budget is whats there.” There had to be at least $1000. “I gotta take care of this.”

“Ah. The weird room thing.”

“Yes, the weird room thing.”

You left him too it, taking the money and going for a shopping spree. You do, of course, pick out what you were sent for. A beautiful black sparkling dress, designer because why not, and some fancy jewelry to go with it. Shoes, however, you get from the department store. You’d do a lot of things, but wearing heels was not one of them. You couldn’t take the pain anymore.

While almost out the door, you spot a little something in a store window, something you’d always wanted but you budget wouldn’t justify it.

*

A few hours later, you exit the motel bathroom all dolled up. Will was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, only looking up when you exited. “Oh.” Was his first muttered response as he stood.

You blush, looking down. “That all?”

“No, shit, sorry.” he mumbles. “You look beautiful. Sorry, I’m… I’m not good with words…”

You’d noticed that. Not that he wasn’t good with words, just that he didn’t talk much. You didn’t mind, he was… peaceful. 

Right before you and William left for the night out, his lady luck on his arms you stop him. “Wait wait!” You say before going to your pile of bags and pulling out a polaroid camera you had bought today.

“Ah come on. Do we have to take pictures?” He grumbled with only a half hearted attempt at resistance.

“If I’m having a summer fling and a road trip, I’m documenting it. I promise I won’t always take pictures of you.”

“Fine.” 

“You’re like that grumpy eagle muppet.”

“What the fuck-”

 You snapped the picture just as he turned, giggling as it developed. Despite his resistance, Will leaned over to see it: You, smiling brightly at the camera, him, looking grumpy as he frowned at you.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” Will warned, his voice low but a bit of tease was there. His hand gently guided you out the door.

The night awaits.

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Almost a year in the making ;-;

Tagging those who've expressed interest in various mentions lol sorry if i forgot anyone! Note that things changed a lot at various points developing this in the minor details but the major plotline stayed the same

Special shout out to Melsy and Clem and Mona and Ceira for always encouraging me with this at various points.

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