#not gonna lie my whole chest literally hurts when i think about it too deeply!

[thebirdandhersong]

i personally think there was no need to make remarks about age

[nikolaiismysugardaddy]

Hi! can i request nikolai, dazai and tecchou when their s/o trips infront of them?

OHMYGOD MY FAV BOYS AHAHAHAHAHH SURE!! (and thank you for the request!!! I truly deeply madly appreciate it! ♡)

Tripping in front of them - headcanons

pairings... gn!reader x Dazai, Nikolai, Tetchou

fluff! - short scenarios

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

Dazai Osamu

Dazai would take every chance to flirt with you. Even when you scratch your limbs on the concrete. Not-so-secretly he finds it very cute when you're clumsy around him.

It was a long day at the ADA; you had to stay overtime in the office until late at night. Dazai accompanied you until you finished all the paperwork and insisted on walking you home. 

“But I live near the office, it’s gonna be fine on my own, Dazai!” You mentioned when he accompanied you in the opposite direction where he lived. 

“I can’t let a pretty lad’ walk alone at night!” he laughed your independence off. “And even though Yokohama is really pretty at night, it is also very dangerous. So! It’s my pleasure to walk my precious colleague home under the moonlight.”

You sighed, but a warm smile appeared in the corner of your mouth. You were walking in peaceful silence next to each other. The moon was so bright, you couldn’t help but stare at it. A few meters later, you stepped on your own shoelace, and in the blink of an eye, you faced the ground very closely. 

“Y/N!” After you heard Dazai loudly say your name, you felt your knees and elbows burning from pain. 

“Ouch, ouch, ouch.” you hissed. Dazai was on his knees beside you, helping you sit up. 

“Oh my, belladonna! I know I’m handsome, but you shouldn’t take falling for me so literally.” He leaned in close to get a good, clear look at your scars. “And also inviting me over this way, very cunning…” 

“What are you talking about?” Suddenly, he lifted you up bridal-style in his arms and continued walking to your home.

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai is really careful around you - especially when you're not sober. Of course, he jokes around a lot and all, but he won't risk hurting you. Not on purpose at least. Mostly he tries to keep you safe when you're around him.

“I can walk on my own, Kolya! I only drank two beers!” You tried to avoid the fact that you hadn’t eaten all day - so alcohol was like the hammer to the head of a nail. “Okay, then what about a quiz?” his hands were under his cloak, and suddenly a gentle hand tugged your hair behind your ear. You tried to keep it cool and rolled your eyes, but your face couldn't lie - it turned a light shade of pink from the gentle movement. 

“Mhmm, mmhmm, lemme hear it.” You mumbled while concentrating hard on your footsteps.

“That’s the spirit, dove! Okay, so tell me, what is something that always runs but never stops?” he eagerly looked at you; his shoulders almost touching yours. 

You were thinking hard, humming to yourself. “The train? Mmm, no-no, it stops at the stations.. hmm… hmm… the rain? No, no, it usually stops sooner or later…” 

He giggled while looking at your thoughtful face; Nikolai found it pretty attractive how seriously you took his question. You were so deep in your thoughts that you accidentally tripped on an outstanding cobblestone. The next moment you opened your eyes, strong arms were wrapped around your whole body, and your face was buried in Nikolai’s chest. 

His heartbeat was loud and fast. “Heart.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Huh?” Nikolai loosened his arms a bit to look at your face. 

“Heart. I said, the answer is heart.” You felt your face heat up from this unexpected intimacy. The confusion and worry disappeared from Nikolai’s face and were replaced with a tender smile.

“Correct, doll, correct.” 

Tetchou Suehiro

Tetchou is as clumsy as you. But hey, at least he tried! From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to protect you from falling, at least. Maybe he was just too hungry to think properly.

“I can’t believe we’ve gotten lost…” You let out a long sigh and tip-toed to the sky, trying to get signal to check your GPS. “Furthermore, we’re in the middle of nowhere...” 

“I told you I could cut those trees—” Tecchou placed his hand on his sword, hoping you changed your mind. 

“No! No damage to the forest!” You shook your head in disbelief; even the thought of doing something so brutal to these trees made you pissed. 

“Okay, okay, just an idea if you’ll get bored or hungry or both.” The very same moment he finished the sentence, his stomach growled loudly.

You suddenly turned in his direction and wanted to scold him, but your feet got stuck in something and you tripped. You already saw your destiny in your mind: landing among the leaves and twigs on the ground. Instead of this unpleasant scenario, when you opened your eyes, your face was lying on a muscular chest. You glanced up and saw Tetchou looking at you, worried as hell. His uniform hat was somewhere beside your body. 

“Huh?” Suddenly, you realized what position you are in with him right now. A rosy blush spread along your cheeks. 

“Sorry, I… I wanted to catch you, but… my feet got stuck in something…” He scratched his head in embarrassment. You both lay there for a few more moments before he helped you stand up. 

A yellow leaf was hanging from Tetchou’s messed up hair. “Hey.” You placed his hat back on his head and took the leaf out at the same time. “Thank you.” 

Aaaah it was so fun to write! Thanks a lot again for this request! ♡

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Bad hair day

(Are you done part 2)

-> Read part 1 

Summary: The pollen begins to affect you, but Bucky is immune. What will he do?

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, sex pollen, smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nudity, angst

I hope this does the first part justice, I did my best. I personally really like this one, so let me know if you liked it x

‘Think i misheard you, what pollen?’ you asked, Bucky throwing himself at the door causing you to flinch. Not even a small dent. ‘Sex. Pollen’ he replied between breaths as he walked towards you. ‘I’m so sorry, doll, I don’t think I can get you out of here before you inhale it’ Bucky spoke to you apologetically, topped of with the nickname he only used for you when you had done something very right, or he had done something very wrong. But it’s not his fault he can’t get us out, you thought to yourself as you noticed his desperation and sadness as he tried to jump up and claw at the vent to no success.

As the foggy substance crept towards you at an alarming rate, you backed up into the wall once more, desperately trying to escape it. ‘What’s it gonna to do to us, Buck?’ your voice cracking from sheer terror as you looked between the gas taunting you and the concerned super soldier whom the gas had already reached. ‘It won’t affect me, only you. Super soldier serum stops that from working. They would use an enhanced version on us in Hydra as a means of...’ he trailed off, ‘But this isn’t the enhanced version. but I don’t...’ he repeated, his voice wavering at the end as he made eye contact with you and felt his heart break when he saw how terrified you were. Truth was, he had no idea how this was going to affect you, but he wasn’t planning on telling you that. Lie to her, he thought to himself as he felt the urge to do anything to make you feel better. ‘I don’t know exactly what this one will do, but it won’t hurt you, I promise’ a small rise in his tone told you he was lying, but you couldn’t question him as it was too late.

His last words were shortly followed by your vision turning cloudy as the gas encircled you, the oddly sweet substance seeping into your every pore as you inhaled it. It felt like your throat was on fire as you choked and coughed and fell to your hands and knees, Bucky by your side, concern in his voice. ‘Shit, please tell me you’re ok, y/n? Please just try to breath and stay calm, I think the gas is stopping’ you faintly heard Bucky’s voice say, but everything was echoing in and out of your ears as you regained your breath and tried to stand up, falling immediately as your legs gave away. Bucky caught you before you could fall, placing you down carefully against the wall and stepping back.

Thing is, the place on your waist where he had caught you was literally burning. Your whole body was burning with an intense feeling of...not quite pain. ‘I know when you lie, Bucky. You know exactly what I’m feeling’ you groaned as Bucky ran a hand down his face as he experienced conflicting emotions. ‘Don’t you?’ you asked firmly, looking up at him through hooded eyes as you felt your nipples harden at the sight of him. How had I never noticed how fucking hot this man is? The way his jacket is tight at the seams, filled out so well by his muscular form, his long hair framing his chiselled face perfectly. The ringing in your ears had stopped and you tried to clear your head, but all you could think about now was the pressure growing between your legs as you squeezed your thighs together to try to relieve it. ‘What’s happening, doll? Does it hurt?’ Bucky asked tenderly, knowing very well exactly what you were feeling and choosing to ignore your previous line of questioning, but when he said doll this time, you could almost feel the vibrations of his voice going to straight to your core as you let out a small whimper.

Sweat was now pooling between your tender breasts, as you unzipped the top of your suit to try to cool yourself down. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him how every nerve of your being was screaming for him to be inside you right now. How never in your life had you wanted someone to fuck you so badly. That aroused didn’t even come close to the horniness you were feeling at the moment. ‘Bucky. Help me’ you commanded, looking at him with lust filled, pleading eyes. But he shook his head and backed away. ‘Your not thinking straight. It would be unfair on you, and I couldn’t do that to you. I didn’t want it to happen like this’ he replied as your hand flew to your thigh, grabbing at the fabric there to try and stop yourself from grabbing somewhere else. You were practically dripping now. ‘You mean...you would have wanted...this to happen?’ you were a bit taken back as you thought Bucky didn’t even like you that much. ‘Why do you think I have to keep my distance from you in missions? Your so...’ he gestured to your body ‘and amazing, but I had to control myself so I stayed distant’ Bucky’s mouth was moving but you could only think of one thing as the pressure built up to the point of pain.

You stood up, and pulled Bucky close to your face by the collar of his jacket ‘look Bucky, I have never felt the need for someone so much as I do now and if you don’t help me then you are the one causing me pain. I need you to make it stop. There is no chance in hell I will regret this, so please just fuck me already’ you were panting, faces inches away from each other as Bucky slipped his hand up to cup your face gently. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked seriously as you nodded furiously. Bucky’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed down over your exposed cleavage. ‘Anything for you, doll’

With that, he pulled you in by the waist, kissing you deeply. You pried his mouth open with your tongue, running your fingers through his soft hair. With your extremely heightened senses, the kiss was like torture, and you needed more. Bucky spun you around so you were against the wall, not once breaking the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hands explore your body, leaving a trail of fire. Bucky leaned down to kiss your neck as he unzipped your leather suit all the way down. You shook off the suit, ravenously pulling down Bucky’s combat trousers and jumping up into his arms. You kissed him hungrily, but it wasn’t enough. ‘It hurts so bad Bucky’ you whined into his mouth as you tried to grind against his growing bulge to try and get any friction at all. Bucky pulled back and placed you down, leaning you against the wall as you could barley support your own weight.

You watched hungrily as he pulled down his boxers, letting his thick cock spring free, mouth watering at just the sight. He kissed you once more as he pulled you up by the thighs, your legs wrapping around his strong waist. He held you bum up with one hand, back pressed against the wall and breasts pressed against his chest. You were desperate for him, and he could sense it.

‘Last time I’m asking. Are you absolutely sure you want this?’ he asked as you felt him rub the tip of his leaking cock against your clit, making you shake and thank him in your head for not making you stand up on your own. ‘I want you inside of me Bucky’ you whispered, giving him the final permission he needed. With that he slipped himself inside of you slowly, at first just the tip. When you whined for him to stop teasing you, he slipped in further until he bottomed out. You bit his shoulder as your breathing stuttered, walls clenching down around his enormous cock, wanting to scream out. It felt so, so fucking good but the pollen only made you crave more. Bucky let go of his cock and supported your legs with both hands, slowly moving you up and down to allow you to adjust, getting deeper and deeper with each stroke. ‘So fucking wet’ he moaned into your ear, causing your eyes to roll back into your head as you felt the fire in your core rage. He sped up the pace, railing into you as you whined and moaned and felt yourself near the thing you so desperately need.

With each thrust, you felt the knot tighten and tighten until it was unbearable, and you were gripping his shoulders and burying your head in his neck as you finally called out ‘I’m...I’m gonna cum Buck’. He sped up his thrusts, kissing your neck and sucking to leave a trail of hickeys, and all the pleasure was building up and up. ‘Come undone for me, doll. All over my cock’ he groaned as you practically screamed. You felt the first wave if pleasure take a hold of your body, starting as a burning in your toes and finishing as euphoria burning through your veins. ‘oh my... fuck’ you called out as he worked you through your orgasm, his cock hitting you g spot perfectly every time. You felt your walls pulsate and clamp down on him for what felt like an hour, as he soon followed and you felt himself spill his warm seed inside of you as he thrusted one last time deep, deep inside of you.

You both stayed there for a moment, not wanting the moment to end. You finally felt the pain subside enough so that Bucky could place you down carefully and your legs could support your own weight (barley). Bucky pulled you in sweetly for a kiss, as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. You pulled back reluctantly, resting your forehead against his as you both tried to regain your breath. ‘Thank you’ you whispered to Bucky as you giggled, embarrassed that he had to do that. ‘Although it didn’t happen in the best possible way, I’m so happy we finally did that’ you finished, taking his metal fingers in your small ones, the cool metal feeling pleasant against your boiling hand. ‘You have no idea’ Bucky laughed as he pulled up his trousers and bent down to help you back into your suit. When you were almost zipped up and the effects of the pollen had basically worn off, you heard voices just outside.

‘Your saviour is here!’ You heard Tony call out from the other side of the door as he used some sort of laser technology in his suit to melt a hole through the door. Nat stood behind him, looking you both up and down, a small smirk capturing her lips. ‘Tony, do you notice anything ... different about them?’ she asked as you and Bucky gratefully stepped out of the room into the well - lit corridor. ‘What? No not really. That ones having a bad hair day, though’ he replied as he messed with some sort if control on his arm, gesturing to you. ‘Yeah, ran out of...hairbrushes’ you replied nervously, noticing Bucky raise an eyebrow as Nat sarcastically replied ‘that explains it all’.

[harrysgloves]

This Will Be Our Year

Summary: Harry comes home with you for your family New Year’s dinner.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language. Shitty families. Smut/ Harry’s got a filthy mouth.

A/N: Okay, lets all pretend that I got this out on Saturday instead of Tuesday... Big shout out to @meetmeinfleetwood for making this “to lovers” fic challenge. It was the first fic challenge I’ve ever done! And I loved trying to figure this one out.

I picked ‘Friends to Lovers’ with the prompts: “You think anyone heard us?” & “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

>>>

You didn't miss the upward turn of your best friends' lip when you anxiously readjusted the hem of your dress for the millionth time. You didn't even bother trying to steady your shaky hands as they tugged down on lacy black fabric that touched a few inches above where you normally wore your skirts or shorts

"Stop it." You huffed as he let out the tiniest breath of a laugh at your struggle. 

"Sorry, love, think y'look great." He smiled that lazy half smirk that made your stomach flutter but you had no time to worry about that right now. No, right now, you were on your way to visit your parents for the first time in a year.

The excuses of being busy with work, having no time to travel, not having the money for it, or literally any other excuse you could come up with had finally stopped working. Your mother fully demanded for you to come back home for the traditional New Year's dinner your family had every first weekend of the new year. You would have said no, but the second her disappointed voice floated in from the other end of the phone, you knew there was no way out. 

You deeply loved your immediate family. It was the extended family that you could go without. The bitchy cousins who always seemed to be doing better in life than you. Know-it-all Aunts who gave you unwelcomed dating advice or worse, they'd sit and examine why you didn't have a man 

"Yeh sure 'bout this?" He asked from the driver seat, his hand grasped on the wheel so tight you could see his knuckles turning white. "We could fake sick or somethin' if yeh want out. Bad gas station sushi, maybe."

A smile broke across your solemn face. The snort of a laugh that creaked out of your lungs washed a bit of relief over Harry. His hands gently lifted pressure from the wheel.

"Gas station sushi is the best you could come up with?" You teased from beside him, head turning just in time to see that dimpled smile you loved so much. 

"Wha' not believable?" He grinned, playful green eyes shot your way before focusing back on the road. 

You shook your head no as silence fell over the car again. Only one more turn and you'd be there.

"If yeh get uncomfortable, just tug on my shirt and we'll go, yeah?" He said as the gravel from your parents driveway crunched under the car's weight. Your stomach churned at the sight of everyone else already there. Anxiety flaring deep inside of your body, your chest suddenly felt tighter even when you let out a deep breath.

"It'll be okay." Harry said after a moment of letting you try to calm down. His ring filled hand enveloped your own shaky hand that rested on your lap. A calm washed over you from his touch. His warm hands melted away the troubled feeling that was lurking in the depths of your soul.

"I'm sorry in advance for whatever they say." You mumbled, giving his hand a squeeze. You missed the small up turn of his lips from your action, the way his cheeks tinted the softest shade of pink. You thought his cough was to dismiss what you'd said, not knowing it was him trying to himself that you only saw him as a friend.

"'M pretty sure I can handle them, love." He smiled even though you shot him a very unimpressed look. "Wha'? I survived Simon Cowell, think I got yeh family." 

"Shut up." You chuckled as you brushed your hand off your leg. The other flung open the car door before you had a chance to chicken out.

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Dragging Harry along for this dinner was the best idea you'd ever had in your whole life. Your family's attention was so far off you that you barely talked the hour before dinner and Harry was handling all the attention like a champ. His hand pressed to your lower back as your uncle grilled him about every famous person he'd ever met.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you know The Mick Jagger?" Your uncle looked a second away from breaking into a full out fangirl attack. Your lips rolled in your mouth to stifle the laugh that was bubbling in your throat before a harsh squeeze on your hips from Harry had you glaring daggers into him.

He nodded his head full of soft flowly curls, that you always wanted to run your fingers through, before shooting a smirk down to you. 

He was living for this. He loved being able to touch you, lead you around to talk to people. Adored when you playfully shoved him with your shoulder when he said something embarrassing about you. He tried to be as cool, calm, and collected as he could but when you fully leaned into his side his breathing caught in his throat. His hand pressed tighter into you, mostly to hide how much it was quivering from your closeness.

He had tried for over a year to come up with a way to tell you he wanted to be more than a friend. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to be more since the night you two met, but he was too insecure about himself to speak up. You were just so vibrant. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talked with demand but was always such a sensitive soul. 

He was absolutely fucked for you and you had no damn idea.

You always thought he was too out of your league to even begin to entertain the want of something else with him. He was the great Harry Styles and well, you were just you. You, who happened to be friends with Glenne, who dragged you to a bar for a karaoke night almost two years ago. The rest between you and him was history. You'd gotten along so well and at first, you thought, it might have turned into something more, but he never tried anything more than stupid flirty banter which he seemed to do with just about anyone. So, you dropped it. Moved on. Now he was just Harry, you're really good, super hot, you may think about him when you meditate late at night, friend.

"Gonna get more wine." You said after you drank the last drop from the glass in your hand. You were going to need so much more wine if you were going to be listening to your uncle for the next 45 minutes until dinner was ready.

"Will y'bring me some too?" Harry asked with a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. You figured maybe he'd need the alcohol more than you did tonight. He had been putting up with a lot of crap from your family. 

You nodded your head yes before taking off through the hallways you used to run down when you were a kid, towards the kitchen. Your mind lost in a hazy of memories of you learning to ride your bike on your mothers freshly polished floors while the babysitter sat on your house phone with her boyfriend all night. The time your brother told you carving your names into the fancy trim along the bottom of the floor meant you two would live forever. 

The memories came to a screeching halt when you finally rounded the corner to the kitchen. Your cousin aka the bitch you hated most in the world lounged casually on the counter, her back towards you as she chatted with a friend she had brought along.

"Didn't think I was going to meet Harry fucking Styles. Would have at least done my hair." The girl you didn't know huffed out as you pressed your back to the wall. Desperate to get away from both of them. Suddenly you felt 12 again, hiding from Shannon before she had a chance to torment you.

"Not like you even need it. You already look better than Y/N without it." Shannon snorted out that nails-on-a-chalkboard laugh as your stomach sank. 

"True, girl is a bit mousy." 

"Don't forget annoying. Can't believe someone famous is hanging out with her."

A part of you wanted to turn around and walk away, but the other part was morbidly interested in what she said behind your back. Maybe, whatever she had to say, was what everyone said about you two when you weren't around.

"Think they're dating?"

"Fuck no." She scoffed with so much certainty behind her voice it made you cringe. You knew it was a bit dumb, especially since you tried to not picture yourself with him as much as possible but it still hurt. "Y/N's boring and bland as hell. He's probably too nice to tell her that he isn't interested and he feels bad that she never has any friends or a boyfriend." 

You knew you should have walked away when you had the chance. Every word that was uttered by the voice that caused your childhood trauma floated into your mind with daggers. 

Every bad thing you thought about yourself. Every reason you thought Harry would never like you was now confirmed by someone else.

"It's like his charity work for the year or something."

The last sentence was the one that broke you. Your eyes filled with tears as your feet finally unglued themselves from the permanent spot they seemed to be in. You ran for the safety of your childhood bedroom. Your mind too preoccupied with the thought that maybe, he did feel that way about you, to pay attention to anything else around you. You didn't register that Harry was only a few feet away from you when you slammed yourself into your old room.

The knocks on your door didn't bother you. You could care less to explain to our mom right now about what happened but tried your best to pull yourself together anyways. Your crying turned to quite sniffling when the knocks came again.

"Y/N, wha's wrong?" His anxious voice echoed through your door causing all tears or sniffles to stop immediately in their tracks. What the hell were you going to tell him? Your mind panicked for some lie you could use to cover up the fact you had a breakdown when the door opened, the hard metal of the door knob pushed you out of the way.

"'M sorry fo' comin' in but I saw yeh cryin' and I had to check on yeh." He mumbled uncomfortably from beside you as he shut the door again. "Wha' happened?"

"'S nothin'," you said as you dried your own eyes with the back of your hand. "Just, my cousin saying shit. I just took it a bit too personal for no reason." 

"'M sorry, petal." He cooed as his hand stroked the rest of your eyes off your cheeks away. Your head instantly nuzzled into his warmth. "Wha' was she goin' on 'bout?"

You tried your best to not tense up. Your eyes remained shut, head buried harder against his hand that still hadn't moved from your face.

"Told you, it's nothing. Really, it was dumb and I just- it's stupid H." 

"'S not stupid if it made y'cry." He frowned deeply as he lifted your chin up. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see disappointed written all across his face.

"She just-" you sighed, feeling dumb for being caught up in the moment. Her words stung but your knee-jerk reaction to cry was a bit over the top. You were embarrassed, your skin heated as his eyes trained on you. You desperately tried to look anywhere but him- the floor, the dresser, the door- anywhere. "She just… she said some things to her friend about how boring and bland I am. Said I had no friends and blah blah blah. Just dumb stuff." 

You shrugged, feeling uncomfortable talking about what had happened. You gave him the geist of it without having to divulge into the whole story. You figured it was better to leave the part about you being charity work for him out of it. An angry Harry was the last thing you wanted to deal with today.

"Yeh the least boring person I know." He said, finally breaking the silence. "And yeh far from bland. I mean, look at yeh," he gestured to your outfit, his eyes sparked as your face heated from the attention he was giving you.

"Shut up." You groaned, hands covering your burning face as he wrapped you up in a hug. His chest vibrated with chuckles as you buried your head into the crook of his arm.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed." His chin rested on your head as you fought to keep the pink blush across your face at bay. "Know I think yeh pretty. Prettiest petal've ever met." 

You could feel his body straighten up. Almost as if he got uncomfortable with being so forward with you. His hands held around you just a bit tighter and you could physically hear his heart start to race. You started to realize, maybe, just maybe, you'd been reading all the signs wrong.

You pulled away from him slightly, your lips rolled in your mouth as you peered up to him. The blush that lingered across his nose ran to both cheeks. His jaw clenched together, shifty eyes finally met yours after a long moment of avoiding your gaze. You could see gears turning in his mind.

"H?" You barely breathed out before he surged forward, his lips met yours with so force you were almost thrown off balance. Your hands quickly grabbed on his forearms to steady yourself. Your nails dug into the soft silk fabric of his sleeves as your mouth desperately tried to keep up with his frantic movements.

It was everything you'd ever imagined kissing Harry would be like. Soft, amazing lips pressed to yours. Warmth flooded your system, almost like he was bringing you back to life. His hand rested on your cheek as he pulled you closer, other hand around your waist, helping you keep balance on your tiptoes. Even if it was a bit rushed, it was perfect to you.

But then you felt him go rigid again.

"I shouldn't 'ave done that. 'M so sorry, Y/N, I know yeh don't like me like that and I got caught up and, and-nd, fuck 'm so sorry-" he rushed out in a ramble the second his lips parted from yours. Your eyes barely opened by the time he'd finished his rushed out speech. His hands ran nervously through his curls. Panic radiated off him.

"Who said I didn't like you?" You asked, halfway out of breath. His hands fell from his perfectly messy hair, down to his side. His mouth gaped open as he blinked slowly at your words.

"I, well, I thought-" He trailed off as you both stood there completely dumbfounded. 

You'd both liked each other this whole damn time.

"We're idiots." You giggled. Quickly ceasing the opportunity to close to space between you two again. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to your level. This time, he was the one pleasantly surprised. The light humph out of him only fueled your fire as you dominated the kiss. Your tongue ran across his bottom lips, begging him to let you in. Tongues danced together in an unknown language as his arms circled you again. Holding you close as your fingers ran through the back of his hair.

It was quick. Both of you moved so fast, desperate for more. More touch, more skin contact. You felt that desire you'd pushed to the side flame to the surface as you both stumbled for balance. Your back was pressed tightly against the door after you both got your footing. 

Kissing was easy, but kissing passionately in an unknown space when you could give two shits-less about anything but each other, was hard. 

It wasn't long before the scruff on his face was burning into your sensitive and puffy lips. He'd taken over control over your mouth so long ago you had no idea where you started and he ended. Your hands, along with his, roamed uncharted territory of each other's bodies. Small gasps and light whimpers were flooding the room but you couldn't be bothered with caring right now. You were finally getting what you wanted, him.

"We should stop." He groaned, half annoyed with himself for trying to be considerate to your family. His forehead rested against yours as you both breathed in deeply.

You whined in protest at his words, your hips involuntarily grinded against him in a sense of desperation. He had winded you up like a damn play toy. He breathed a laugh at your neediness, his head shaking but you could see those dimples popping out when you stared up at him with doe-eyes. 

"Don't wanna fuck yeh fo' the first time in your parents house, lovie." He smiled widely as you let out a disappointed huff. Sure, you understood his point but that throbbing in core wasn't going to be going away any time soon. 

Harry considered it for a moment as he looked down to your glistening chest that was heaving in deep breaths. The swells of your breast had always been mesmerizing but, fuck, right now they look irresistable. His sight finally moved off your chest to your swollen and puffy mouth. He groaned at the sight, his mind instantly wondering if your other lips would look as beautiful when he was done with them.

His hand moved on it's own accord. Slipping up your dress, to your absolutely drenched panties. Your lip tucked under your lip, hips bucking in a need for more when you heard the most glorious moan fall from his lips.

"Can't leave y'like this, now can I, pup?" His lust filled eyes seemed to darken when you shook your head no. Your ruined underwear pushed to the side by his fingers, his breathing catching in his throat from just how fucking wet you were.

You whimpered and whined as he took his time leisurely circling around your clit, his finger skimming across your needy hole only teased you further. You could feel your nipples pebble against the roughness of your bra, feeling left out of the action, but you weren't complaining. 

"Quiet, or yeh gonna get us caught, sweetheart." Harry tried to scold you but you didn't miss the smug look of pride that sat on his lips. "Gonna have to keep you quiet, sweet girl." His free hand moved from the door, to your mouth. Three fingers tapped against your lips for you to open and holy fuck, you didn't think this would be happening today. 

A chill went down your spine as his fingers sat heavy on your tongue. He licked his lips as he watched you mimicked how good you'd suck him off later when two fingers entered you quickly.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathed out, the situation in his pants grew impossibly bigger while you moaned wildly against his fingers. "Jesus, fuck, yeh so tight. Gonna 'ave to prep yeh fo' me later, sweetheart."

You could barely register his words as he pumped into you again. His thumb pressed against your aching numb. He was reaching places inside of you that you'd never been able to reach. Places that you had no idea could feel this good. All sense of control left you as he hit that spot. His hand quickly pulled from your mouth to cup over top of it.

"Sing so pretty fo' me, puppy. Can't wait to hear how you sound when y'on my cock." Your walls quivered at his words, your juices dripped further down your leg as you began to quickly approach your end.

"'M ruin this little pussy later, gonna fuck y'until yeh can't handle it anymore." He started to ramble about how good you felt, how tight you were, how he was going to stretch you over his cock so good tonight that he'd ruin you. Your legs started to shake as your mind melted into a goo of pleasure. 

"Fuck, yeh like when I talk to yeh like that, don't yeh sweetheart?" You weakly nodded at his words, his hand around your mouth making it impossible to say anything but it wasn't like you'd be able to speak right now anyways. His fingers curled inside of you, pumping, his thumb switching from light touches to hard pressure. "I'd let y'talk to me like that later tonight but my dick is gonna be shoved in all the holes I can get into, puppy."

You could feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as the overwhelming flood of your release washed over you. Blinding white lights of adrenaline ran through your veins as you let out a guttural moan from a depth you had no idea existed inside of you.

You were a panting hot mess when his hands finally left your body. Sweet kisses pressed to your lips to calm you down.

"Do y'think anyone heard us?" Harry asked, his lips still hovering over your mouth as you let out a croak laugh.

"You think I care about that right now?" Your eyebrows raised as you peered up to him. His smile growing by the second as he wrapped you in a hug. "Come on, let's go, you have a few promises you made about tonight that I want to hold you to." You giggled as his cheeks flamed red, your hand reached for his but he didn't move. His boy glued in place as his eyes scanned around your old room.

"What?" You asked as you turned around to see him studying every inch of your childhood. 

"I didn't get to see it earlier." He shrugged a bit, trying to not seem like he was hyper focused on every detail. Your pile of old notebooks your mother kept "just incase you ever wanted them again", your old dresser that you'd painted at some point, your rose pattern bedspread, the mountain of books and magazines that were shoved away.

"Wha's this?" He pointed to the huge wall that was covered in nothing but pictures. 

"Oh, uhm, I used to put pictures of me and my friends on my wall. You know, like people used to do before Facebook." Harry chuckled as he shook his head at you. His hand fished into his back pocket as he moved away from you.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowed tightly together as you moved towards him. The picture of your and Harry's drunken photo booth session from New Year's last year in his hand.

"You keep that photo of us in your wallet?" You finally asked after he pinned it on your wall. His cheeky smile across his face as he threw an arm over your shoulder.

"Yup." He smiled widely as you chuckled from beside him. Your arm rested around his waist.

"Dork."

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Skin | n.yt

synopsis: about a girl who is self conscious of her skin color. she thought yuta would leave her for a girl who has paler skin and a curvier body but yuta didn’t know this. he thought you were crazy; that was up until now.

pairing: boyfriend!yuta x poc!femalereader

genre: piles of angst, some fluff to make it up

warning: this is a very touchy subject, read other works if its too much.

inspiration: Malcolm & Marie (you guys really should watch it. (it’s on Netflix.) the movie is still on my mind despite watching it hours ago)

word count: 2.2k

“your fucking delusional that’s what you are”

“I’m delusional? how yuta, how am I being delusional please inform me” you pace back and forth while he sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

“she was an interviewer I don’t even know her. it was just two strangers exchanging a hug and that was all that was it.”

“wrong it wasn’t just a hug. did you see the way she looked at you, stroked your hands and chest while you both talked, and the way she hugged you? god, the way she hugged you..” you say almost as if you were talking to yourself. you shake your head thinking about it for the millionth time that night. “she was rubbing all her lady parts on you and guess what you did? just take a fucking guess” you stop in your tracks and look at him.

“I did nothing”

“e-fucking-xcatly. you did nothing, you just stood there and smiled at her. do you have any clue what that feels like to watch? it feels like a knife is piercing my heart,” you walk over to him and bend down to his level. “but you wouldn’t know what that feels like huh?” you say slowly.

“I know what it feels like” he looks into your eyes. his eyes were filled with hurt and anger. you’d done this far too many times, yelling at him for petty things but he never knew the root of your madness.

“oh do you really?” you scoff and look away.

“yes I do, you think I don’t get jealous when other guys are around you?” you chuckle at his words and stand up again, walking away from him.

“you sure don’t act like it bothers you” you reply.

“that’s because I don’t make a huge deal out of it because at the end of the day I’m sleeping in the same bed as you and they aren't. that’s how I get over my jealousy, maybe you should use that advice to your advantage.” he gets up and walks into the connected bathroom; taking off his dress clothes and jewelry.

“it doesn’t work like that for me” you slip off your dress, letting it fall to the floor only leaving you in stockings.

“and why doesn’t it?” you hear the shower water running. you pause for a second trying your best not to cry.

“because… it’s much deeper than that. what I’m feeling is not just jealousy yuta” that’s all you say before you hear him step in the shower. you sigh and put your hands on your face before taking off your stockings. you walk over to the walk-in closet and pick out a loose shirt and some underwear, that were of course yours.

you put it on and walk into the living room. you pick up your phone and put on some music. you felt the music instantly calm your spirit.

you danced around the room letting yourself drift into the mood. you closed your eyes memorizing your steps until a choreography formed. you repeated the steps, they were light and soft. it could’ve been compared to a ballroom dance, only you were dancing alone but you didn’t mind that. you let your mind dream for once as if you were in another land. it was peaceful and calming, you let your mind drift to a whole other universe. you wish it were real, that you were there in this moment, happy, content, satisfied, all those you wished at this moment.

you danced gracefully to the music so lost in the zone to even realize that a pair of eyes were watching you from afar. he watched your every move and the way your feet bounced of the ground delicately, it was refreshing for the both of you. music was the only thing filling your ears, no more yelling, or shouting. just peacefulness.

you ended in a final stance as the song ended. you stayed there for a little bit, too lost in your world. everyone was standing up and clapping for you. you felt happy for once, this was all you wanted, that was it.

arms wrapped around your waist and kisses were planted on the soft skin of your neck.

“that was beautiful princess” he trails kisses down to your shoulder. you opened your eyes slowly, trying to come back to reality.

“mhm” you say and lean against his chest.

“are you okay now?” he asks softly.

“yes” you smile softly and kiss his cheek.

“good” he grins and picks you up over his shoulder. your scream and protests get mixed in with his laughs. he smacks your butt and drops you on the couch. he pecks your face, making you giggle and push him away.

“don’t try to fight it” he pecks your neck and jaw. “I love you,” he says, the words sinking into your skin and running through your veins. they filled you with life but you weren’t gonna let them stay there.

“mhm,” you hum biting your lip. you hear his phone ring from in the other room.

“hold on princess I'll be right back, lets keep it like this please, happy thoughts only” he kisses your temple sweetly before speed walking to his phone.

you sighed and rolled your eyes. ‘fuck him’ you thought. it was so much deeper than jealousy, so so much deeper. a tear ran down your cheek swiftly but you didn’t wipe it, wanting to let yourself suffer.

you hear footsteps treading back to the living room.

“can I ask you something? and can you please answer truthfully even if it might hurt me?”

“yeah..” he answers slowly stopping in his tracks.

“do you think she’s prettier than me?”

silence.

that was all you heard after you asked the question. tears fell down your face, your mouth trembling as you gripped the couch.

“why would you ever ask something like that,” he pauses and shakes his head. “I thought everything was okay now? what happened?” a million thoughts were running through his head at this moment, you had his mind twisted right now.

“I fucking lied, that’s what happened. you thought everything was gonna be okay after a few wasted kisses and worthless words? well think again yuta”

“I’m so confused, why would you lie and say everything was okay, literally what was the point? you intentionally try to be exhausting on purpose; this is exactly why I think you're mental now because you do shit like this-”

“shut the fuck up!” you shout you couldn’t take any more of his words and chucked a glass cup sitting next to you at the wall. a loud sound was heard as the glass collided with the wall, it fell to the ground and broke into tiny pieces.

“what the fuck is your problem?” his voice booms throughout the whole house and he storms over to you. you turn around and look at him with tears dampening your face.

“what’s my problem? you really wanna fucking know?” your voice gets a little shaky.

“yes I do” his face expresses the way he’s feeling. he was past angry, he was infuriated at this point.

“my problem is that- I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I'm insecure. I’m really fucking insecure yuta and you wanna know why?”

“why?” he says in a hushed tone as his face starts to relax, his eyes softening up a little bit.

“because I’m black that’s why. it’s not that I hate myself because I don’t… it’s because I think you're embarrassed to be with me-“

“y/n-“ he says softly cutting you off.

“I’m not done,” you sniffle. you’d been waiting to get this off your chest for a while, so you were gonna get it all off your chest. “I think you think you would be happier with someone who has lighter skin, and a curvier body. I mean look at me yuta. I’m flat, my boobs, my ass- I mean just fucking look.” you turn to the side and he looks down at your body with hurt in his eyes before looking up at your face.

“I even considered getting plastic surgery because of you. I never had this problem before I met you, I was confident in my body and then the second you popped up it all fell apart. I’m so insecure now and that’s why I’m so jealous because I feel like you’ll leave me for them. After all, they’re pretty, curvy, and Asian; that maybe you’ll connect with them because they’re Asian or because she's Japanese and can understand you when you speak in your native language.” you shake your head. “they’re everything I’m not yuta” you say in a hushed voice as tears soak your face. it was like you were standing outside in heavy pouring rain, that’s how much you were crying.

“babygirl why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?” yuta says softly unlike his tone just a few minutes. his eyebrows were relaxed, his jaw softened and most of all his eyes had softened. they were now filled with worry.

“I’m s-sorry” you look down and start to cave in on yourself, sinking to the floor and hugging your knees. he sighs and looks down at you. he sits down on the floor and pulls you into his arms.

“that’s not how I think or have thought ever. I wouldn’t have dated you if I didn’t think you were beautiful inside and out. I always got angry because I couldn’t possibly understand why you’d get jealous over stupid things like that but I get it now.” he caresses your back as you sob into his shoulder.

“y/n you’re the brightest shining star in my galaxy so when you scream at me for stupid shit like hugging other girls or smiling at them. I look at you like your mental because, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m deeply in love with you, I want to breathe you, kiss you, love you only, not them. I am beyond obsessed with you.” he pauses and sighs.

“but I guess I didn’t do a great enough job of showing you how much I love you. Im sorry for not catching on earlier baby, you're beautiful y/n, so fucking beautiful. I love your skin color, your nationality, your hot ass body, your short curly hair, the language you speak, the way you think to the way you walk, every little fucking thing that makes you who you are, drives me insane y/n and I love all of it. I love all of you and who you are from the bottom of my heart” he strokes your cheek and kisses your head.

“and no I don’t want the Japanese girls because if I did then I wouldn’t be here with you in my arms. I would be with them but at this moment right now Im not because I don’t want them, I want you and only you. y/n don’t worry yourself over a silly little hug that lasts for 1 second and a smile that means nothing to me because when I hug you that hug lasts 10-20 seconds and when we smile at each other it makes my heart pound and my stomach fill with butterflies because i’m so in love with you and that’s the wholehearted truth.”

the atmosphere was filled with your light sniffles until it was filled with complete silence. both of you listened to the sound of each other’s heartbeats. it was so peaceful.

“I have a question” yuta whispers so low that you almost don’t hear him.

“yeah,” you said in the same whisper.

“is that what all of our arguments have been about this whole time?”

“…yes” you close your eyes and grip his shirt.

“did you not think I loved you?” he keeps the same soft tone.

“in all honesty, I’m not sure. I thought you were embarrassed to be with someone who wasn’t as pretty as the other, lighter-toned, and Asian girls”

“no that’s not true and you are pretty, scratch that, you are fucking stunning. you’re the hottest girl I have ever been with in my life and I mean that 200% percent,” he said in a normal voice tone. you laughed at the statement and he did too. the atmosphere was now a lighthearted one.

“get out of here” you laugh and sit up.

“what it’s true, don’t be mad because you can’t have skills like me,” he says playfully.

“oh really?” you laugh loudly.

“mhm now, can you give me a fashion show, please? I want to see all the new dresses you bought” he pulls you in for a quick peck.

“but I wanna cuddle” you pout.

“hmm okay but I want that fashion show tomorrow y/n” he holds your hands and caresses them.

“okay okay, I’ll do it tomorrow. now can we please cuddle? I’m tired”

“your wish is my command princess” he stands up and picks you up bridal style. you squeal and hold on to him.

“we’ll get the glass up later,” he says. there was still glass shattered on the ground from when you threw it at the wall earlier. he walked into your shared room and laid you down on the bed gently before crawling to the spot beside you, and finally, he pulled you into his arms.

finally, for a change, you were happy and content. yuta kissed your cheek and forehead occasionally; uttering sweet nothings into your ear as he drew circles on your skin. your smiles and laughs fill the room as they mix

everything was perfect now.

[mimisempai]

Together we can get through anything

Summary:

Mobius has just stolen the Tempad from Ravonna and discovers the truth about the TVA. He goes to visit Loki's Timecell ready to do anything to be forgiven.

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I keep trying to explore Lokius throughout the episodes. And if many people seem to be desperate after the last episode, I am not, so let me give you the content you deserve. My faith in Lokius has not moved an inch. And Marvel won't change that. They deserve each other. They deserve to be happy together. And here they will be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32288020

2637 words - Rating G

Part 9 of The Story of Loki and Mobius

Mobius had to act quickly before Ravonna realized he had switched their Tempad.

He went to hide between two shelves in the archives, pretending to look for files, and turned on the Tempad

He quickly found what he was looking for, the debriefing of the C-20 mission. He pressed play.

When the screen opened to show C-20 talking, it only took Mobius a few seconds to see that she wasn't crazy like Ravonna had claimed.

"You're not hearing me. I was there. This was real, what I saw. This is a place that I've been."

Mobius looked over his shoulder quickly and returned to the video.

"This wasn't the TVA. This was a memory. I lived down there. I went to that bar. I had friends. I had a whole life on the Sacred Timeline."

Mobius didn't want to believe it, but in the face of all that was being revealed to him, how could he not?

On the video, the interrogator told C-20 to calm down.

She retorted forcefully, "Calm down? I'm a Variant. So are you. So is every single person in this place."

"I'm ending this," it was the voice of Ravonna whose face then appeared on the screen and then staring at it, she turned it off.

It was all a lie. All variants. All stolen lives.

Among the thoughts that swirled in his head, one began to emerge, a single name.

Loki.

Loki had been right. Loki had not lied to him. Or hardly ever. Not where it mattered.

Suddenly, mixed with the elation he felt, came a sense of shame. He had gained Loki's fragile trust and at the first hurdle he had reacted like all the others who had not believed in Loki before him. Just because he was jealous. Because he had seen the complicity between Loki and the Variant, Sylvie.

For the first time in his work, his feelings had been stronger than his reason, and the way Loki had lashed out to defend her had deeply upset Mobius.

He had been cruel. Even if she really had been Loki's girlfriend, it was cruel to make him believe that she was dead. Even for the purpose of gaining information.

He had seen Loki in the Time Cell admit that he deserved to be alone, while Mobius had done everything to convince him otherwise before their disastrous parting in the supermarket.

And what had Mobius told him in the end?

"Wherever you go, it's just death, destruction, the literal ends of worlds. Well, I'm gonna have to close this case now, 'cause I don't need you anymore. Yeah, or as you might say, our interests are no longer aligned."

Loki had looked so hurt at that moment, and had said to him as the guards were taking him away, "You know, of all the liars in this place, and there are a great many, you're the biggest."

Mobius had asked him, sneering, "Why? Cause I lied about your girlfriend?"

Loki had just replied, seriously, "Oh, no. That I can respect. I mean, the lies you tell yourself."

He hadn't looked back once this time before walking through the door of the Time Cell.

As he made his way to a safe place to open a Timedoor to the Time Cell, he figured he would have a lot to make up for this time.

As he walked through the door, he found himself facing Loki who looked agitated.

He immediately asked him. "What are you doing?"

"Passing the time." Loki answered ironically.

Because Mobius couldn't help it, because the memory of the jealousy he had experienced was too strong, he asked without transition, "Do you care about this variant?"

Loki answered him directly, rushing the words as usual, "Sylvie? I'm not sure if caring is the right word. We've covered this back in there."

Mobius interrupted him by shouting, "Shut up!" he paused to calm himself, he was not there to blame Loki, he asked sincerely, "Do you really think you deserve to be alone?"

Seeing that Loki didn't answer, he called out, "Loki!"

The cheeky bastard replied, "You told me to shut up." Since when did he do what Mobius told him? Mobius repeated his question, "Do you believe you deserve to be alone?"

Loki, annoyed, replied, "I don't know."

"You better figure it out quick, because the nexus event the two of you caused, whatever that connection is, can bring this whole place down. So we better understand…"

"We"?

Mobius' heart sank at the way Loki said " we ". Because Mobius had made any possibility of a we vanish by withdrawing his trust from Loki. Loki's disbelief this time was entirely his own fault.

He asked Loki urgently, "Do you swear she didn't implant those memories in Hunter C-20?"

Loki didn't hesitate a moment before answering, "Mobius, no. I believe her!"

"So, I just have to trust the word of two Lokis?" Mobius answered rhetorically because the trust he had in Loki had risen from the ashes and even if he doubted the variant, he now knew that his trust in Loki was total.

"How about the word of a friend?"

Mobius gasped at the words he didn't expect in Loki's mouth.

Then he exhaled softly. Loki called himself his friend. Mobius still had the right to be his friend. Their bond was not broken.

So even if Loki's friendship it was the only thing he would get. If that was the only thing Loki would offer him, then he would accept it. He would cherish it, he would fight for it. He would be the loyal friend that Loki deserved.

He continued urgently, wanting to prove to Loki that his trust was real, "You were right, about the TVA. You were right from the beginning. And if you wanna save her, you need to trust me. Can we do that?"

He needed to hear Loki say it, to confirm that the trust between them was back, maybe not like before, but that it was there.

"Yes."

Once again a straightforward answer, without embellishment. A simple yes that said everything, that told the truth.

Mobius sighed with relief, "Okay."

He couldn't dwell on everything he'd said before, on all his false assertions dictated by ugly jealousy, disappointment and feelings of betrayal.

That's why he added, in an insistent tone, wanting to convince Loki with all his heart, "You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good."

Loki looked at him, his eyes full of emotion, the same look he had had when Mobius had told him that he did not consider him a villain. The dawning hope of someone who didn't dare to believe it. Then Mobius continued to convince Loki at all costs, smiling sheepishly, "I mean, just in case anyone ever told you different."

Loki's smile, a smile that Mobius had never seen on his face before, was the best reward he could have received. A sense of mutual absolution, a feeling of shared respect, and perhaps something more that Mobius refused to name because he felt he had no right to.

He was walking towards the Timedoor when he felt himself being pulled back by Loki who had grabbed his sleeve.

"Mobius, wait!"

He turned back to Loki who was still holding him by the sleeve.

"What? Is there something wrong?"

Loki exclaimed, "Is there something wrong? Is there something wrong?!" he ran his hand through his hair with frustration, "I'm not the one who was just told that his whole life, what he was fighting for, the world he lived in, was a lie! Believe me I know what that feels like! So it's me asking you, how are YOU Mobius?"

At that moment Mobius became aware of the extent of what he had just discovered, of what it meant for him.He put his hand to his chest, his breathing quickened and a cold sweat ran down his body.

He heard Loki's voice as if in the distance and felt vaguely that the man was helping him to sit on the ground with his head between his legs.

Little by little, encouraged by Loki, he found regular breathing.

Loki put his hand on his arm, gently, as if not to frighten him.

"Mobius, I need to know, first if you can you close the timedoor and then, how time is passing here?"

Mobius closed the door and replied, "In this cell, it's like time doesn't flow outside, so no matter how long we spend here, it will take Ravonna and the Hunters a little while to find us."

"Good."

After a few moments of silence, Mobius spoke up, "You know what torments me the most now that I know? I wonder if I am real. Is what I've experienced real? And was what I believe or have believed in, real for a moment?"

Loki answered him softly, "You are real, just as I am real." seeing the distress in which Mobius found himself, he continued, "And if you don't believe me, I will show you what is real to me if you will let me." He just put two fingers on Mobius' temple without pressing, waiting for his answer. Mobius nodded.

A small green light connected Loki's fingers with Mobius' head.

Mobius saw sequences in his head racing by, as if he were moving from one room to another at full speed.

Mobius held out his hand to help Loki up.

Mobius remembered that moment of course, but the emotions were not his own, it was as if he was in Loki's head.

This time Loki didn't hesitate to take it. Once on his feet, he didn't want to let go of that hand, the only non-violent human contact he'd had in years. He didn't even realize that he was tightening his fingers on Mobius'.

He asked the question that had been burning in his mind, "If I'm not the villain, then what am I?"

They still hadn't let go of each other's hands and now Mobius' thumb was gently stroking the back of Loki's hand.

Mobius tilted his head a little, seeking Loki's gaze even more.

He said with that smile that Loki was beginning to appreciate, "I don't know, but we could search together, if you want."

Loki nodded slowly and answered with a slight smile.

Next scene.

"Oh once again, shut up!"

Loki replied with a mocking smile on his lips, "Make me."

It was as if a dam broke in Mobius.

He grabbed Loki's tie to pull him to him and before the god had time to wonder what he was doing, Mobius leaned in and placed his lips against Loki's.

Their first kiss in the elevator…

Next scene.

Mobius spoke with difficulty, still out of breath, "Later," he said, "We'll continue this later, I promise. We'll have to talk. But we really don't have time right now."

Loki nodded, and placed one last kiss on Mobius' lips before they parted, their reluctance more than obvious.

Seeing the uncertainty return to Loki's gaze, Mobius took his chin and said firmly with his eyes in his head, "Loki, I'm serious, we really will continue later. I swear I'm not playing, okay?"

Loki scrutinized him for a few seconds before nodding again and answering with that familiar mischievous grin, « Ok, let's go catch whoever thinks they are me."

Then he pushed Mobius forward and they went on their way.

Their second kiss... in the archive room.

Next scene.

Loki nodded but said nothing. He gently withdrew his hand and put his collar back on. Seeing that he was reluctant to speak, Mobius turned fully toward him and pulled him by the sleeve until he was standing between Mobius' knees.

Mobius remembered, it was the day when Loki had taken care of him, had given him the illusion of being on a jetski and then in return Mobius had shown Loki what he would want on a first date.

Looking at Loki from below, Mobius asked gently, "Loki, speak to me."

Loki replied just as softly, "Is this the kind of thing you like, the kind of thing you'd like to do...with me?"

"We could start with that after this whole thing is over, what do you say? Ah unless there's a rule that says gods don't date?" asked Mobius, raising an eyebrow.

Spreading his arms, a mischievous smile on his face, Loki said with his trademark emphasis, "Hey, I'm Loki, the god of mischief, since when do I follow rules?

Quickly checking behind his shoulder that no one was there, Mobius pulled Loki's head to his own with a gentle tug on his tie and proceeded to wipe the arrogant smile from Loki's lips in the only way he knew to be effective.

Next scene.

"Oh no Loki, I never wanted you to think you were a villain, I wanted you to see that you were not the one you insist on parading to the world."

Loki protested, "But you told me I was born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves. "

"Yes, I told you that not because I think that's what you are, I was just showing you that that's what you were limiting yourself to because you yourself think you're only capable of that. Because you want to rule so badly, that you don't see that you are made for bigger things. You asked me to trust you yesterday. I did it because Loki I have faith in you and since you've been here you keep proving it. In your own way. Because you are undoubtedly the god of mischief. Unique. Not. A. Villain."

Mobius took his chin and placed a kiss on his forehead before standing up.

Their last moment together before the Alabama mission.

Loki gently removed his fingers from Mobius' head.

"Mobius, to me this was all real, everything we said to each other, everything that happened between us. It was probably the most real I've experienced in a long time."

Loki took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead, then whispered, "You. Are. Real. Mobius." then he kissed him gently, almost chastely before pulling back a little while still holding Mobius' head in his hands.

Mobius looked amazed and asked him a little hesitantly, "After everything that's happened, you would be willing to give me another chance?"

"Huh?" asked Loki, looking surprised, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that at the first opportunity, I preferred to believe the worst rather than you, I let you down cowardly, blinded by the feeling betrayal and jealousy while I was the one who betrayed your trust "

Loki shook his head fondly.

"Oh Mobius, believe me I am a master of betrayal, low blow and jealousy. I never expected you to be perfect. After all, I tried to betray you at the first opportunity too. There are so many other parameters that we didn't know and still don't know. It's not about giving you another chance, it's about giving us another chance. So let's not waste it and let's make it something beautiful and good."

Loki stood up, and this time it was he who reached out to Mobius and helped him to his feet.

In an echo of a few days ago, it was he who gently stroked the back of Mobius' hand that he had kept in his own.

Mobius looked deeply into Loki's eyes again and asked him with a slightly hoarse voice, "If this is all fake, then who am I really?"

Loki replied with a smile, "We'll search together."

"Yes, yes, that I can do. " answered Mobius with a tightened throat.

Then he could not resist the impulse, the desire that was deep inside him since they had caught Loki and Sylvie.

He hugged Loki, the face in his hair, and, happy to find familiar sensations, he whispered into Loki's neck, "I'm so glad you're back safe and sound. You can't even imagine how much I missed you."

Loki tightened his arms around him and they stayed like that for a few seconds before pulling apart.

Mobius, opened a Timedoor and looked at Loki who nodded.

They crossed the door side by side, together, for all time, always.

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🌈 Happy (last day) of Pride month ! 🌈 (Be pride every day!)

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story. Phew done !

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love! I hope you had enough !

[geminifeed1]

Blaze (M)

Pairing: (F) Reader x Min Yoongi

Genre: angst.

Idols au.

WC: 1K+

Warnings: Language.

A/N:

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Pt1 / Pt2 / Pt3 / Pt4

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We arrived at the club.. it's not really my favorite scene but it's where my friends like to meet.. My eyes find my childhood best friend Jinyoung.. I go straight up to him.

"We need to talk."

"Not now, let's talk later okay."

"No we...."

He cut me off : "Let's dance first." as he pulled me to the dance floor.

We started dancing, I needed to think anyway, so while we were jumping around I gathered my thoughts.. what Mina (Jinyoung's girlfriend) well ex now I guess, said, still burning the inside of my head.. of course it's not true but I just need to make sure, to prove it to her. They were perfect for each other, they shouldn't break up over something so ridiculous and obviously not true..

But as we lose ourselves to the music like we always do.. when the music started slowing down.. and he got awfully close, looking dangerously into my eyes.. i started freaking out a little .. because what i started to see in these eyes that I've known so well for years.. made me panic.. surely I'm just overthinking it.. and i hope to god that it's just the music and liquor and not actually.. something.. else.

I stepped back and went to sit down in our booth. A couple minutes later he followed me inside the booth. He just looked at me.. waiting for me to speak..

"What happened with Mina?" I started.. sipping my drink. "Nothing. We broke up. It didn't work out."

"Why didn't you tell me? We tell each other everything, or so I thought." I looked at him

"No we don't. If I told you every secret I carry, there would be a different story." Before I could ask him what he meant I heard him curse under his breath looking behind the crowd.. I turn to see what he is looking at.. that's when I saw Yoongi looking back at us..

He came over and pulled me away.. I could feel Jinyoung watching me, the burn of his gaze on my back.

"What are you trynna do?" with his fingers still tangled in mine.

"Nothing, what do you mean?"

"I saw you both dancing.. you didn't have to be stuck to him that close to dance.. not that i care anyway."

I rolled my eyes.

He held my waist and kissed my cheek and I'm pretty sure he was glancing at Jinyoung to make sure he saw that, we don't do PDA, not ever, I can read him like tea leaves..

"I thought you had to work this week." I raised my brow at him.

"I had a couple of hours free, so i thought i drop by and see a friend that i haven't seen in a while."

"You did that the last time too, to visit a museum!.. It seems like.. You would go out of your way for anything but never for me."

"Is that what you really think?? what about you? Even though you see your members 24/7 , you still choose to spend your free time with them, how come I'm not your first choice?"

"It's not like you ever here anyway, and even when you're here you're half present.. now it doesn't even matter anymore if you're here or not.."

The effect of my words was immediate and obvious. Yoongi’s arms fell from my frame uselessly to his sides. He took a step back, looking at me with eyes deep with sadness.

"How can you say that... I don't understand why you have to make things so difficult all the time."

That did sting a little..

"What did i do now?.. why do you always find a way to make it my fault."

"I never said anything is your fau...."

I cut past him in the middle of his sentence but he caught my arm

"Where are you going?"

"To my friends."

"Every time i say something you don't like you just leave.. It feels like i'm walking on eggshells with you.."

"Well maybe then we shouldn't speak.. it was better when we weren't talking.."

"You don't mean that."

"Of course i don't Yoongi! I'm just sick of fighting."

"Then lets not fight.."

"Only if it was as easy as saying it." and went back to my friends.

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"So what happened last night exactly?" Nari asked.. sitting down on the floor of our practice room.

"I mean nothing really happened, he was just acting weird." I replied.

"Jinyoung? From got7?" Said Sora while sitting down joining our conversation.

I nodded.

"He's your childhood friend right?"

"Yeah, which is why I think it's weird.. he's never like this."

"That's not what his ex thinks." Nari raised her eyebrows at me with a knowing look.

"Wait what? his ex? when did they break up?" Sora said in confusion.

"Last month I think? she said she thinks he's in love.. with me.." I whispered the last words..

Sora cocks her head to the side "Do you really, believe he has feelings for you?"

"Of course not. Besides, he knows I'm very much in love with my boyfriend."

"That doesn't really stop anyone from having feelings, but it could stop one from doing something about it, which explains why you never knew, you've basically been with Yoongi almost your whole life. Poor Jinyoung."

"Stop it.. stop this. I don't wanna think about it."

"Maybe you should talk to him." Nari suggests.

"And say what? oh hi I heard you're in love with me is that true?"

"Yea maybe.."

"..What am i supposed to do if he says yes.. or no..."

"Love me some real-life kdrama" said Sora in a celebrating voice, we both slapped her at the back shaking our heads.

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"I can't. my schedule is full the whole week." Yoongi said on the other end of the phone.

"It's been full the whole month.. when am i gonna see you?"

"Soon i promise.."

"yeah soon as in another couple months. It's always like that."

"Baby.. I miss you too, i'm sorry it's not by choice u know that."

"Why does it feel like i'm dating myself." I whispered.

Silence.

"I'm sorry.. i know I'm acting like a baby.. it's okay I understand It's your job.. it's just I missed you that's all. I love you." I say apologetically even though I'm still sad.

"I love you too, and I do miss you, so much.. you have no idea."

After I finished my call I went back to the kitchen.. I'm at Jinyoung's house.. Since we didn't finish our conversation at the club..

"You guys argue a lot these days." said Jinyoung in his disapproval voice.

I sighed.. "It's.. I don't know.. i don't wanna say that I'm used to it but I'm used to it.."

"You shouldn't.."

"I know.. looks like we both have troubles with our significant other."

"Except i realized it was wrong and got out of it.. maybe you should think about it too.."

"I couldn't imagine my life without him.. i don't wanna be alone."

"You'll never be alone.. You have me i'll always be here."

I stared at him for a moment..

"You are a very special person and everybody can see that.. I Lo... I.. really care about you.. more than most if not, all people in my life. I mean you're literally my best friend"

I tried to play it nonchalantly and act like I didn't hear what almost came out of his mouth.. but my heart started beating faster in my chest.

"I'm not trying to insert myself in your love life or interject myself where I shouldn't be.. but.. you deserve the best.. you deserve to be happy.. you are obviously not with him." he looks deeply into my eyes.

I just don't say anything as I wait for my heart to slow down.. you can't hear a person's heart from a distance right? God, I hope he can't hear it.

"Y/n? are you still here with me?"

"yeah yeah sure." Shaking myself internally.

"Anyway, It doesn't really matter. what do you want for breakfa..."

"I talked with Mina.." I need to get it out of my chest before I lose the courage.

The color drained from his face but he regained himself quickly planting a smile on his face "Yeah? what did she say?"

"It doesn't matter what she said, because I know it's not true, everyone who meets us just assumes we are together when we are not, you should tell her it's not true.. it isn't, right?" My eyes pleading with him to say yes it's not.. but the look on his face made me take a couple steps back..

"I can tell by the look on your face that you want me to lie and say what you want to hear.. i can do that for you, I've been doing it for the past ten years.. but I won't anymore.. it was hell for me.. silently watching you go through hell with him, breaking my heart twice the times he broke yours.."

I didn't notice my tears were falling down, until he came closer and wiped them for me.. i pushed him away, i felt angry, hurt, confused.. did our friendship meant nothing to him, was he there just because he has feelings for me.. was he there just waiting for my relationship to end so he can step up and take me away.. it wasn't pure friendship.. it wasn't even real.. my feelings were all over the place.. the air In the room suddenly ain't enough, when did i stop breathing.. i have to get out.. i need to leave..

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To be continued.

[sarasapen]

White Roses and Scarlet Letters

Been awhile since I’ve posted or updated due to exams so I’m reposting the first four chapters because why not!

@jason-todd-squad @lucy-roo @rockyrocket15 @toleble @n1ghtsh4d3-67 @belovedbratwonder @aprilchagoyaaa @vespertxne @thatwaspossesion @attackonnat @roseangel013bf

Red Roses and Scarlet Letters

----- Like most people, your life had a routine. You’d wake up early and go for a jog or do some yoga, depending on the weather. Then you’d spend a half hour on your phone, before you glanced at the clock and scrambled to get ready on time. You normally met Dick for breakfast before making your way to work.

Generally, your nights and weekends were more entertaining. You spent your nights donning a domino mask and Kevlar, punching assholes and stopping crime. Saturdays were sleepover nights with Damian, and Sundays were girls’ days.

So, considering you were standing on a rooftop with dead bodies littered around you when you were supposed to be watching a movie, you were not happy.

“Robin, come to my coordinates.”

“Tt.”

You smile slightly, rolling your eyes before you turned your head, catching sight of a man with a red hood and a symbol on his chest. You eyed the symbol skeptically. “I didn’t know the Bats had a new associate.”

The man remained silent, staring you down. His fingers twitched, and you noticed the gun holsters on his thighs. Two guns. Five dead bodies. He had seven bullets left. Okay, so maybe Bruce didn’t have a new associate.

“You gonna threaten me, or shoot me?” You say nonchalantly, gripping your escrima sticks. He moves quickly, and you’re darting to the side before you fully internalise he’s pulling the trigger.

“Alright then,” you huff dryly. “Guess you’re shooting me.” He raises the gun again, and you backflip away from the next bullets, lunging in his direction. Five. Four. Three. The next bullet snags your cape- two- and you swing your leg and attempt to knock him back. He dodges the kick and intercepts your path, moving to flip you. You kick back off the wall, using that as leverage to swing your body around his. You slam your escrima stick into the back of his head the same time his fist comes into contact with your jaw. You slip from his body, and he used the opportunity to kick at your ribs, sending you stumbling. He lunges at you, causing you to slam against the wall. One of his hands is around your throat, cutting off your air supply, and the other is holding his loaded gun, pressed against your temple. You know you can easily break his arm from the position, but for some reason, you can’t seem to move. Even through his voice modulator, the man’s anger is clear when he speaks, the words he growls out making your blood run cold.

“You let Jason Todd die.”

Your eyes widen and you’re going to swing out but instead of shooting you, he drops the gun and slams you back into the wall, your head hitting the wall with a loud CRACK-

-and then all you see is black.

-----

The first thing you register is the pounding in your head.

You groggily try to sit up and wince at the bright lights. A hand on your shoulder pushes you back down- what? No, you need to get up, you need to-

“Lie down.” A voice commands and your body goes limp. The figure looks funny. He looks like a bat. And a man. Hey! Batman!

A whine emerges from your throat as your face scrunches up.

“I don’t wanna,” you protest weakly, trying to get up again. Your voice comes out scratchy, and your throat hurts when you talk. Suddenly there are two hands on both of your shoulders, keeping you on the bed.

“Do you want Alfred to scold?” The voice softens slightly. You shake your head, wincing when it hurts. Fingers dance along your hairline, soothing you.

“Rest. Once you’re better, the family’s going to have a chat.”

“Mkay,” you wrap your fingers around the wrist above your head, and you let sleep overtake you.

-----

When you wake up, you’re alone. Well, for approximately 0.3 seconds before Alfred enters through the door. He’s carrying some meds and soup. He stands over you, making sure you finish every last drop even though your throat hurts like a bitch.

You manage to convince him you’re fine, with Barbara's help, before you spend a good hour or so on trying to conceal the bruises on your neck.

Barbara drives you and the girls to Metropolis to pick up Kara before heading to Central City. Despite all the fun the others seem to be having, you can’t take your mind off the previous night, or off Jason. You had no idea who that man was, or how he knew you were connected to Jason.

The weight of Jason’s death had weighed down on you somewhat heavier than the rest of your family. Bruce became reckless, and almost killed multiple times. Dick went off the grid for 6 whole months, and when he returned, he acted like nothing had happened. No one knows what he did or where he went. Barbara stopped coming to the cave. She still went out on patrol, but didn’t talk to you. Alfred assumed you needed some space, so he gave you that.

As your family pulled away, you started falling into the dark abyss of depression. You resorted to self harm as a way of coping. After Alfred inquiring on your long-sleeves, you moved the cuts to your thighs. You fell so deep into the hole that one day, you grabbed some sleeping pills and swallowed about 20. Alfred noticed the bottle was empty, and he rushed to your bedroom in time.

That was around the time Tim popped up as Robin.

Despite trying to help you, your family never quite understood you. Perhaps Bruce did, better than the two of thought, but Bruce was rarely one to talk about his emotions. When Jason died, you felt like you were to blame. You were quite literally the Batgirl to his Robin. You always patrolled together, always hung around, plotting the next prank to pull on Dick. Considering the two of you were practically inseparable, you felt so damn guilty that Jason went to the warehouse himself. You should’ve gone with him. Maybe if you had gone with him, he would have still been alive.

The guilt had been gnawing at you for five years. There wasn’t a single damn day that you didn’t miss Jason. The day he died, you had furiously scribbled a letter that was about 5 pages long, listing all the reasons you hated him. You were angry, and you wanted to make sure he knew you were angry. The next day, you wrote a tear stained letter saying you loved him, and you were sorry for everything.

You then wrote him letters, one for every day that passed. This time, Day 1564, you reccounted the Red Hood guy occurrence, before telling him about this cute waiter that Dick said had been flirting with you at the cafe. You asked him, rhetorically, if you should go for it. You signed off as usual, saying you loved and missed him.

You slipped the letter into a red envelope, making your way to the garden of Wayne Manor. You couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched, but then you remembered Bruce had tinkered with the security, so that was probably it.

You moved towards the rose bushes, and eased your way into the tiny opening in between the white rose bushes. You grabbed a long wooden box you had been stashing there, slipping the latest letter inside. You shut it, placing it back in the bush, before you straightened.

Shoving your hands into your jacket pockets, you made your way to the living room, where Bruce was trying to get everyone’s attention.

“I have some information pertaining to the Red Hood. We all need to talk.”

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And So the Sky Shall Weep

-----

“We all need to talk.” Bruce moves to the grandfather clock, adjusting the time on it. The door swings open, and he goes in, beckoning for you to follow. Bruce stops in front of the Batcomputer, his face hard.

“You may want to sit down,” Bruce gestures to you, Barbara and Dick. Barbara complies, and Dick leans against the table. You do the same, crossing your arms. What could possibly be so shocking that Bruce wants you to sit down?

Bruce turns on the computer screen, and you hear Dick swear beside you. Barbara buries her head in her hand, letting out a choked ‘Oh my god’. Tim and Damian stop poking each other and pause. You seem to be the only one that’s got their shit together, but by the way Bruce is looking at you, you feel yourself unravelling and quick.

Because on the screen, bold and bright as day, the dna samples of Jason Todd and the Red Hood were a 100% match. That could only mean one thing.

“He’s alive?” Dick croaks, eyes shining with unshed tears. Bruce gave Dick a brisk nod as he placed a hand on Barbara’s shoulder.

“This concerns me how?” Damian drawls, earning a well deserved shove from Tim. Damian of course, retaliates, but Bruce ignores them. His eyes are trained on you, obviously concerned at how you’ve just frozen up.

“He’s dead.” You say, voice too loud and too far away.

“He’s alive-“ Bruce starts gently, but you cut him off.

“No!” You don’t realise you’re shouting until your throat burns painfully. That doesn’t seem to deter you though.“He’s dead! I saw his body! He can’t- he’s dead.”

You don’t want to believe Bruce, don’t want to believe the test. “It’s faulty,” you say.

“I sent it to seven different labs, all of them came back with the same report,” Bruce soothes.  You’re trembling, and Bruce reaches out to touch you. You push him away, walking backwards.

“I- I need to think.”

You sprint out of the Batcave, pushing past Alfred and out the door, getting on your bike and driving past the gate faster than you thought was possible. There was a strange sort of numbness that overwhelmed you, and you knew it was only a matter of time before the dam that held your feelings back broke. And you’re pretty sure you didn’t want to be around others when that happened.

You were unlocking the door of your apartment without properly registering it, your body moving on its own to put on your suit and grab your escrima sticks. Next thing you know, you’re on the roof of your building. Your eyes scan the skyline of Gotham, and you inhale deeply, letting the cool night air surround you. In. Out. In. Out. In-The rumble of clouds overhead breaks your focus, and you suddenly find yourself running.

You don’t know what you’re running from - or towards - but you just kept running. You leaped over the gaps in the buildings, hopping over ledges and power lines. Tears begin to blur your vision, but you don’t stop running. You regret that decision as soon as you trip over a plank of wood, flying forward. Luckily, or unluckily, the building had a ledge, which meant that instead of falling down 20 stories, your stomach collided with the ledge.

Hot tears fell from your eyes, and you didn’t bother trying to hold them back. You gripped the edge of the ledge tightly, your chest heaving as you choked on a sob. Lightning cracked nearby, and rain followed a millisecond later.

Five years. Five goddamn years. You mourned him for five years, you felt all that pain, all that guilt, and he was alive? You knew you were screaming when you felt your throat burn.

Screaming didn’t alleviate the weight on your chest, so you lifted your fist and brought it down on the concrete. The pain was shooting up your arm, but that didn’t stop you from hitting the ledge again. You felt like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum, frustrated and angry and sad, and having no clue on how to handle the situation. You screamed again, shoving the ledge and hitting it as if it could solve the problem.

Black gloves hands encircled you, gripping your wrists tightly and preventing you from hitting out. You thrashed in the hold, kicking out uselessly.

“You’ll hurt yourself!” Bruce’s voice came through. He hadn’t switched on his voice modulator.

“I don’t care!” You punctuated each word with a shove, but you slumped into his chest, closing your eyes. You’re sobs died down as Bruce held you, and you let the rain lull you to sleep.

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Love is Slowly Losing Your Mind

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Tick.

You can’t see.

Tock.

You can’t move.

Tick.

You can’t breathe.

Tock.

You hear footsteps.

Tick.

“She’s finally awake!”

Tock

You know that voice.

Tick

“Decided to join the party eh?”

Tock

Its always that voice.

Tick.

A cloth is ripped away from your face.

Tock.

Red lips smile right in front of you.

Tick.

Fuck.

Tock.

“Let’s play.”

Tick.

Your eyes snap open. You can’t breathe, you can’t move.

It was just a dream. You force yourself to close your eyes, focusing on the whirring of the fan above you as you calm your breathing. Just a dream, you tell yourself.

You sit up, pulling your hair into a ponytail and heading over to the bathroom. You brush your teeth, wash your face, and look in the mirror.

He can’t hurt you anymore.

You dress and go to the cafe, arriving half an hour early. A waitress places some coffee in front of you and you thank her with a smile. You don’t drink the coffee though.

The sound of the chair scraping on the floor causes you to look up, and Dick smiles down at you. Except this time, his smile isn’t genuine, it doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks tired, and worn down, something that shocks you a little. Dick isn’t normally one to be anything less that happy.

He sits across you, swallowing, eyes darting anywhere but your face. When the waitress placed your usuals down, neither of you make a move to eat.

“So,” he starts, voice rough. He clears his throat, sighing heavily and running a hand across his face.

“So,” you agree, picking up your cup and lifting it to your mouth. You wrinkle your nose at the now cold beverage. You make eye contact with Dick and the unspoken question hangs in the air.

Now what?

He’s a mob boss, Dick’s raised eyebrow says.

He’s dangerous, your frown responds.

He almost killed you, Dick slumps further into his seat, eyes never leaving yours.

“He’s family,” you say, voice quiet. Dick closes his eyes for a moment. “Yeah. He is.”

You don’t say much else, and you part to go to your respective jobs. You reach your office, and there are no new cases or any overdue paperwork to deal with, which is a first. Your boss tells you to take the rest of the day off, so you do.

You walk around Gotham for hours, only going back home when the sun begins to set. You contemplate skipping patrol, but you know you need the exercise.

Suddenly you were 10 years old again, clinging onto Dick’s hand before your first patrol.

There’s nothing to be scared about, you rationalise. Absolutely nothing.

You were wrong.

You don’t make it very far, just two blocks away from your apartment, when you see the Red Hood.

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When Can I See You Again?

-----

You stumble onto the roof, fisting your cape on your side. He’s leaning against the edge of the building, his arms crossed. He seems to be watching you, or waiting for you, whichever it is, you’re not entirely sure.

He watches you for a moment, and you watch him, a voice in your head telling you that there’s no way in hell that’s Jason Todd.

Red Hood pushed himself off the wall, striding towards you and easily towering over you. Your heart is drumming in your ears, with him being so close to you that you can smell him, and the doubt begins to fade.

The scent is a deep, musky sort of aroma, whiffs of cigarette smoke and alcohol mixing in nicely. It’s strange, reminding you of dark and dingy corners of bars late at night, but at the same time it’s so incredibly him, so incredibly Jason, that you don’t have the heart to deny yourself a little hope anymore.

Especially not with that stupid leather jacket of his, making his arms look so good.

You swallow nervously, tilting your head up to look at him. If either of you move any closer, your chests would be brushing.

And then he moves. He takes a small step closer, one of his hands now on the small of your back and guiding you backwards, into the shadows, until your back touches a wall. You don’t know why your body lets him, why you’re not reacting to him dragging guiding you around.

He’s practically pressed against you, one of his legs between yours, the hand not on your back is resting on the wall on the side of his head. He’s so much taller than you, your head practically looking straight up to look at him.

You hear an intake of breath which could be him about to say something, but then your hands touch his mask gently. He flinches away, body tensing. His hand leaves your back and is suddenly gripping your neck, pressing you against the wall.

“You got some fuckin’ nerve,” he starts, voice gravelly. You don’t care, or seem to have heard him, really, your hands going straight back to his hood. “Take it off.”

“Given’ me orders, huh? Never would’ve thought  you-”

“Take the fucking thing off or get your hands off me!” You retort, tugging at his hand around your neck. Surprisingly, you don’t seem to mind it at all. Hood’s eyes narrow and he pulls back very slightly, his hands leaving you. You’re almost disappointed until he pulls his helmet off, dropping it onto the floor. Not a second passes before he’s closed in on you again, this time applying pressure on your neck.

You’re nearly gasping for air, but you don’t struggle or make any attempts to get out of his grasp. Instead, you look at him, memorising his features. His eyes have hardened, a new steel in them that wasn't there before, but somehow they’ve stayed exactly the same. You see his features soften just a little as you breathe out his name, and you watch as his pupils dilate. Jason - it’s so clearly Jason - smirks, his head dipping down to yours. You can feel his breath on your face, your eyes locked onto his.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking your jaw.

“I could destroy you,” he continued, voice soft and eerily soothing. “I could wreck you and ya wouldn’t stand a chance. Could snap this pretty little neck o’ yours.”

A normal person would be trembling, scared shitless in this situation. You… were not normal.

“What’s stopping you then?” You say, voice low and equally calm. You inhaled and god he smelled good.

“Nothin’ if you keep runnin’ that mouth.”

“I’m calling bullshit,” you say, smug under him, despite the fact that he has you pinned and his hand is tight around your throat. He cocks and eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “If you wanted to kill me you would’ve done it that other night.”

“Maybe I’m regretting’ leaving you alive,” he shoots back. You shrug, leaning your head back as if you were extremely comfortable. (Which, for the record, you totally were.) Jason - Red Hood?- lets his forehead rest against your for a moment, your lips almost brushing. You could just… tilt your head up…

With a heavy sigh, he releases you, taking a few steps away from you. He picks up his helmet, back turning towards you, and you let out a shaky breath.

“Next time I’m gonna kill you,” he says, voice not in the least bit threatening.

A sudden urge to touch him again courses through you, and you lunge towards him. His reflexes are still sharp, and he spins around, anticipating an attack. Your body slams into his, and he barely shifts. He only seems to stiffen when you wrap your arms around him. You press your cheek to his chest, breath shaky as you listen to his steady heartbeat. You don’t realise you’re crying until his gloved hand strokes your cheek. His other arm wraps around your shoulders awkwardly, unsure of how to react. You sniffle, arms tightening around him. He seems to get the hint and tightens his grip on you, his touch full of warmth and comfort.

You pull away first, and he avoids your gaze.

“You still gonna try to kill me?” You say, trying to lighten the moment. Your voice comes out a lot weaker than you would’ve liked.

Red Hood straightens up to his full height, staring at you head on.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

[retirementhomecollab]

☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: hallway

☾ warnings: f!reader, alcohol mention, drug mention, sfw shirtlessness

☾ word count: 2.4k

“What the hell?” you grumble, running headfirst into a bare chest. “God, get a shirt.”

Your eyes widen. “Shut up.” Your eyes graze the body in front of you, sizing up the half-naked firefighter. There’s no hiding your smile as you tease, “Didn’t know you had it in you, Atsumu.” 

Atsumu leans in, hooking an arm around your neck. You turn your head, cheek squishing against his smooth chest. “No fuckin’ way,” he murmurs against you, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” 

You look up at him, chin resting in place of your cheek. “You didn’t tell me you were invited.” Your lower lip juts out, and you think for a split second that he might’ve missed you as much as you missed him, but you let the thought go as quickly as it came. 

“I forgot you knew Bo and them!” he says defensively, arm still around you like he isn’t planning on letting you go any time soon. “We could’ve coordinated.” 

Your heart skips a beat at the thought. You stick your tongue out, eyes squeezing shut. “Maybe next year,” you try, hoping it’ll get you the reaction you want. 

He laughs and you giggle, satisfied with his response as you get dragged to the counter. “Have you had a drink yet?” 

You shake your head. “Not yet,” you mumble, glancing around from his hold on you. “I just kinda got here.” 

He stops the two of you in front of the row of bottles, reaching for the tequila bottle. “Shots?” 

Your eyes widen as you frown. “Tequila… ” You gag, the strong scent taking you back to barely a month ago to a friend’s birthday party. Atsumu had been there too - drawing your hair back and handing you water as your head hung over a toilet at almost 4 am. 

“Fine,” he teases, swallowing down his smile. “Vodka? I’ll mix it real well for you. ‘Samu taught me how the other day.” He puffs his chest out a little and you fight the laugh bubbling up. 

You heave a sigh dramatically, rolling your eyes as you reach for a cup. “Fill ‘er up, sir.” 

He snaps his red suspenders loosely hung over his shoulders, taking your cup with a grin on his lips. You watch as he pours a good amount of vodka in your glass before mixing in just a little Sprite. 

Just as you're about to argue with him, a voice calls from behind you. 

“No way! Look who it is.” 

Your jaw drops as you catch sight of your club member. “No way, what’re you doing here?” you asked excitedly. 

“I could ask you the same,” he says, tipping his chin at Atsumu. “Not surprised to see the both of you here though, not gonna lie.” 

The heat rushes to your cheeks, and it’s taking every ounce of energy in you not to gauge Atsumu’s reaction. Instead, you beam at your junior, leaning towards him. “I almost wasn’t gonna show.” 

“Well why not?” Atsumu interjects, looking at you offendedly. 

“What do you mean, ‘why not?’” you ask back. “You didn’t even tell me about it!” 

“I was gonna text you eventually!” 

“Oh were you now?” you taunt, shaking your head at him and lifting your nose up. “Highly unlikely.” 

He presses his index finger against your forehead, poking you away from him. “Shut up.” 

“I don’t think I will,” you bite back, grabbing the bottle of Sprite. “There’s no way ‘Samu taught you how to make this, by the way. He’d make me a much better drink.” 

Atsumu leans against the counter. “There’s not a single person in this room that would treat you better than I would.” 

You clamp your lips together, your heart stuttering and almost stopping (or so you swore). The club member clears his throat, reaching for an empty cup. “I’ll catch the two of you guys at the meeting on Monday?” 

Atsumu salutes him with two fingers as you nod quickly, closing the Sprite bottle. As soon as he’s out of sight, you glare at Atsumu. 

“Look what you did,” you huff, setting the cup against your lips. “You literally drove that poor kid away.” 

“That was all you, sweetheart,” he says, pouring himself a shot. “He’ll be fine. Come on, do a shot with me.” 

He hands you the tiny red cup - you didn’t even know they make solo cups this small - and you reach for it reluctantly, as if it’s pure poison. You clink your cups together, and just as you down your shot, an arm swings around your neck. 

“Well, well, well! Nice to see you guys together, doing shots without the rest of us.” 

Atsumu chokes on his drink. “What the hell, Bo? You tryna kill me?” 

“Maybe, just ‘cause you haven’t Venmo’d anyone yet.” 

You look at Bokuto for a split second, and he stares back at the two of you, dead serious. A minute later he breaks out into a grin, slapping the two of you on the back. “I’m kidding, lovebirds! Have all the drinks you want! It’s on me!” 

You struggle to steady yourself, already feeling the alcohol rushing through your blood. He laughs heartily and stalks off to find another friend to bother. You giggle, eyes trailing after him. 

“Man, he’s so… ” Atsumu sighs, “so much.” He looks at you for a moment, eyes scanning your face. You feel hot under his gaze, tugging at your collar like you’re suffocating just standing there. “You’re already tipsy?” 

You shake your head quickly. “Another.” You’re eager to start feeling it already, maybe so it’d make seeing all of these other people more bearable. You hold your cup out expectantly, and he nods, filling his up right after. You knock the cups together and down its contents in record time, the liquid searing your throat. 

The two of you hiss in unison, scrunching your faces. 

You glance over at Atsumu, who’s taking a sip from his toxic cocktail he made for you not seconds ago. You stick your neck out at him. “You’re chasing a shot with … more alcohol?” 

“It’s all Sprite anyways,” he mutters nonchalantly, glancing over his shoulder towards the living room. You follow his line of sight for a moment - who’s he looking at? - before looking back at him. His eyes light up as he swings his arm around you again. You feel it flex around your neck and you fight the shiver crawling up your spine. 

“I see Suna and them, let’s go say hi.” 

Your stomach flips. It’s not like you don’t know his friends or anything - in fact, you know them well. With his arm around you though … you’re not too sure what to make of it. 

Your eyes flit up to him singing along, “She fill my mind up with ideas,” holding his cup at arm’s length as he tips his chin at his friends. He glances down and smiles at you, pressing you closer to him. Any closer and you think you might choke, so you wiggle a little under his hold. 

“Cast a spell on him tonight?” Atsumu’s twin asks as the two of you near the couch. 

You grin loosely, shifting your attention to him as Atsumu talks to Suna. You’re trying to shift towards Osamu but Atsumu’s arm around you is like a vice, keeping you glued to his hip. Your head’s starting to feel heavy with the Malibu rushing straight up to it, sweat beginning to prickle at your hairline. 

“If I were him,” you tease, “I would wanna spend all night with me too.” 

Atsumu looks at you quickly, as if he’d been listening the whole time. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” 

You pretend to think about it for a moment, giggles spilling from your lips. 

“There she goes,” Suna sighs, a slight smile toying on his lips. “How many shots did you guys even take?” 

Atsumu’s brows knit together. “Maybe four? I don’t remember.” 

You start to laugh for absolutely no reason, your limbs beginning to feel like jelly. Your head lolls back against Atsumu’s arm and he rolls his lips under his teeth, doing absolutely nothing to hide his smile. 

“Oh man, you guys,” you start to drawl, unsure of what you were even wanting to say. “You guys are so funny, you know that?” You turn and blink up at Atsumu, your lips spreading into a smile that starts to hurt your cheeks. “And you,” you begin, “you’re so - ”

“Alright,” Atsumu says quickly, eyes shifting back to his friends as he quickly swings you around. “Let’s go get some water and some air, hm?” 

You nod, your hair catching against the crook of his arm as you stumble to keep up with him. He finally lets go of your shoulders and reaches for your hand instead, quickly grabbing you a glass of water with his other hand. 

He sets it up to your lips and you drink like you’ve spent the past year dehydrated. You swipe at your lips quickly, mumbling a quiet, “Thanks.” 

He smiles as he pulls you out into the hall and you inhale deeply, leaning against the wall right outside of the apartment. Your nose scrunches when you smell a distinct mix of curry and weed, wondering if it would’ve been better to suffer with a blend of cheap, strong cologne and ethanol instead. He leans against the wall next to you, sighing heavily as he laces his fingers through yours. 

“Can we go outside for a bit?” you squeak out. Even the hall starts to feel stuffy with him right next to you. Are you going to remember this in the morning? Better yet, are the two of you never going to talk about whatever the hell this is ever again? 

You sigh at the thought as he peels himself off the wall. His brows pinch together and you think about how it’s absolutely endearing, before visibly shaking your head, desperate to pull yourself together. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned. “Do you need more water?” 

You nod slowly, swallowing roughly. Your eyes flit down to your interlocked hands and you tug on him a bit, waiting for him to lead the way to the elevators. 

He slips his other hand in his pocket, steps slow and tentative to match your pace as you round the corner and past the double doors. He reaches for the down button and you wait in silence, your heart hammering against your ribcage. Your entire body feels heavy and you want to lean against him, so as soon as the elevator doors open and close, you seize the opportunity to let your head fall to his shoulder again. 

You watch the goosebumps start to creep up his skin. “Aren’t you cold?” you mumble. 

When he stills for a moment, you look up at him. You figure the bright red dusting his cheeks is just the alcohol, and you shift your attention back to the numbers dropping from 6 to 4. 

The elevator shakes and your eyes go wide. You lift your head quickly, letting go of his hand to grip his bicep. It shakes once again and you fall against him, before it stops moving altogether, the lights shutting off. 

“What’s going on?” he asks quickly, looking up at the ceiling. When the lights don’t come back on for a minute, when it doesn’t even move for a minute, he presses the emergency signal button. 

The situation is instantly sobering, especially when there’s no one on the other end of the receiver. 

“Hello?” He presses the red button again before looking back at you. “Are you okay?” 

You nod quickly. “Are you?” You’re no longer struggling to get the words out, but it wouldn’t be a complete lie that you weren’t feeling at least a little buzzed still. 

He hums, brows furrowing as he presses the button again. “Goddamn it,” he grumbles, pulling out his phone. It lights up in the darkness and you squint painfully as you watch him carefully. 

“Hey ‘Samu,” he says, pressing it up against his ear. “Yeah, we’re stuck in the elevator. Can you get somebody? Like get Bo to call maintenance or something?” 

You shiver as the air slips through the doors of the elevator and rub your hands over your arms, stepping back to lean against the wall. He joins your side like he had in the hallway, slipping his phone into his back pocket. 

“We should’ve just stayed in that stinky hallway,” you grumble. 

He snorts. “It was almost 3 am anyways. They would’ve started kicking everybody out.” 

You hum as you sigh deeply, your shoulders beginning to feel heavy again. You wonder if he’s feeling just as nervous as you are at this moment. 

It’s almost like he can read your mind when he hesitantly murmurs, “I really hope you’re not going to forget any of this tomorrow morning,” as if you could, “but I’ve liked you for a while now.” 

Your heart crawls its way up your throat. “I,” you stutter, “um, me too.” You shift awkwardly, looking up at him the best you can in the darkness. 

He breathes out a relieved laugh. “You’re kidding. What was it, the firefighter costume? I know I look good tonight - ” 

You groan, pressing your palm flat against his temple and pushing him away from you. “God, I hate you.” 

His hands reach for your hips greedily and you shiver again. “Not what you said a minute ago,” he teases, pulling you towards him. 

“Oh, shut up,” you mumble under your breath, shifting your eyes away from him. You can barely make out his outline in the darkness but you can hear him shuffle just a little closer towards you. 

His fingers find his way to your chin, lifting it slightly. Your pulse rings in your ears as you feel his breath fan your lips, his warmth drawing you in. 

The elevator shakes and the lights turn back on. Atsumu stares at you with wide eyes as you jump in your spot, startled with the sudden movement. The doors open on the fourth floor, and familiar group of farm animals stare at you tiredly.  

Osamu looks back and forth between the two of you, sighing heavily. 

“Do us all a favor and take the stairs next time.” 

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the open bedroom. > Go to the balcony. > Go to the kitchen. > Go to the bathroom. > Go to the living room.

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Castiel came to visit Dean. They talked. They talked about everything Castiel had said to him, the Empty, what Dean hadn’t said. Then the two of them set themselves up in a little cabin. Strictly speaking, Castiel didn’t need to stay in Heaven, but he wanted to, and had even told Dean that it was because Dean was there. Upon realizing he was dead, Castiel had grabbed Dean, anger flaring in his eyes. That anger had faded with Dean’s explanation, with the understanding that began to dawn in both of them that this could just be another form of existing in this universe. Dean Winchester was dead. But Heaven was a whole new world for him to explore.

That first night together they kissed, and then they laid down and held each other, Dean falling asleep in Cas’ arms.

Their first full day together, they drove. They went wherever they wanted to, and listened to the mixtape Dean had given to Castiel a few years ago.

That night was their first time being intimate with each other. It had been a breaking, an unleashing of themselves upon each other. And it was perfect and beautiful, and Dean realized this was Heaven.

Time went on like that. They’d explore each other’s bodies, have fun just knowing each other in such a way, and they’d live together, doing whatever they wanted.

Things were good… until they weren’t. Until one morning when Dean woke up to Castiel kissing him and murmuring praise into his ear. It made Dean’s skin crawl, and something felt seriously wrong in him.

Dean didn’t say anything, yet he wondered why the hell his stomach was clenching, and his legs were tense. Cas seemed to notice, and pulled back.

“What is it?” his angel asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” Dean lied, already pushing himself up and making to get out of bed. “I’m just tired.” 

Another lie. Dean could never be tired in Heaven after sleeping because every night was a good night’s sleep, even if he only managed to snag an hour between tussling with Cas in the sheets. 

Castiel pushed the covers on his side of the bed back, revealing the absolutely absurd and ridiculous orange underwear he chose to wear. He’d paired it with a Metallica T-shirt. It was endearing, cute, and so him, but… Dean suddenly felt too exposed in just his underwear and thin V-neck.

“Dean, we’re in Heaven,” Castiel reasoned to Dean’s earlier point.

“Yeah, I know.”

Castiel just raised an eyebrow at him, and let out a sigh.

Dean didn’t provide him with any more information, not truly understanding what he was feeling himself.

He grabbed his clothes and made to head to the bathroom, hoping a shower would sort him out.

Castiel started grabbing his own clothes. Dean patted him on the shoulder as he walked by. “Sorry, Cas. Just me today.” Cas’ face fell. “Come on, it’s not like you really need to shower,” he pointed out.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Dean leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m golden.”

 He’d wanted to take a long shower, maybe use all the hot water and steam to sort this out, but something in him just hurt. Being away from Castiel seemed to make it worse. So after he washed himself and dried, he dressed, and then went to go find his angel.

Castiel was in the kitchen, making breakfast (he knew how to cook at least a few things because Dean had taken the time to teach him). He smiled when he saw the eggs and bacon cooking, smiled at the mug of coffee that was all ready for him. He smiled and it was a lie, because that hurt in him pulsed, and he suddenly felt jittery, full of energy that he didn’t know what to do with.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean got out, and he went over to go kiss him, an idea coming to mind.

Castiel easily leaned into it, and then started to be the one trying to take control.

It was smothering.

Dean pulled back, spanked Cas because it was just something they both did now, and told him, “Breakfast’s burnin’, sunshine.”

Castiel rolled his eyes at him so hard he rolled his entire body, and then he went back to breakfast.

“It can’t burn,” Dean heard him mutter under his breath.

Dean just sat at the edge of the wooden table, picked up his coffee, and tried to enjoy it.

“So what are the plans for today?” Dean asked, hesitant about the question. 

For some reason he didn’t want there to be plans, he just wanted… well, he didn’t know what he wanted. It was bothering him, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. And it was growing more incessant the more he left it alone, and more frustrating as he tried to reach it, and almost could, but failed after multiple attempts.

“Well, seeing as Jack and I remade all of this,” Castiel said, gesturing with the spatula, a tiny piece of egg flying off of it, “we can literally do whatever. Only, I’m not always sure what that would be.”

“What, ‘cause you’re not human?”

“Yes.”

“Come on,” Dean started, “you’re human enough for this crap. What do you want to do?”

“Aside from the obvious—”

“The obvious?” Dean interrupted.

Castiel turned, still looking so ridiculous in that orange underwear, holding the spatula in one hand. But the eyebrow he raised at Dean, that wasn’t ridiculous at all. It had heat running straight down through Dean’s body, and he found himself curling his toes in his boots. “I still haven’t fucked you against every surface in here yet,” Castiel said.

Dean’s face turned bright red, and he just gaped at him.

Castiel gave him a smirk, and went back to what he was doing.

Dean tried to think of something to say, but there was nothing. God, the ways Cas could make him feel. And he was pretty sure Cas knew what he was doing. They’d talked enough about the ways Dean had changed Cas for them to have an almost human understanding between each other. And even if it wasn’t wholly human, it was theirs. Only they knew the two of each other like this, and only they felt so profoundly for one another. The sex was just another thing to explore, and the dominance that Castiel usually exerted in fights easily translated to the bedroom.

Before he could think of anything to possibly say to that, Castiel put his food down in front of him, and then sat across from him. One of his feet started running up Dean’s leg, and he didn’t even seem to be aware that he was doing it.

“Would you want that today?” Castiel asked.

He did.

He didn’t.

Maybe he should let Castiel decide.

“I don’t know, Cas.”

Dean set in on his breakfast, and since, fuck it, this was Heaven, he let himself moan at how good the food tasted.

“Are you trying to turn on your breakfast?” Cas teased.

“You think it’s working?”

“It’s food, Dean,” he responded blandly.

Dean just shot him a grin, and continued eating.

By the time he was done, he and Castiel had decided they would go fishing in a river that Cas had created nearby.

The day was beautiful, as all the days were. Yet Dean found himself looking too deeply into the shadows of the trees, found himself flinching at unexpected sounds.

They fished. They laughed.

Castiel ended up tackling Dean along the shoreline, getting on top of him, and kissing him.

Dean shifted his hips upward to displace him a bit, shoved against his collarbone to unbalance him, and then rolled, slamming Castiel into the ground. He kissed him, hard. Castiel pulled away to say something, and it sounded a lot like praise.

Not wanting to hear any of that, Dean just murmured against his lips, “No, don’t say anything.”

For now, Castiel was okay with that. Dean took Castiel on the shore, and when they were done, he laid down beside him and looked up at the sky.

“I hope you know that you’re very good at that,” Castiel said.

Dean chuckled. “How could I not be? I’m Dean friggin’ Winchester.”

“And I hope you also know that… that every time I touch any part of you, it makes me want to show you how much I love you. I want to touch you till you understand, tell you…”

Dean sat up, and Castiel trailed off, seeming to realize what Dean was feeling even before Dean did. Castiel sat up too, and was rubbing Dean’s back. He bristled at the touch, but deep inside. He didn’t show it, didn’t even understand it.

“Okay, what is it? And don’t lie to me like you did this morning. Something’s wrong.”

“I don’t… I don’t know what’s wrong,” Dean answered. “I didn’t want to say anything until I figured it out.”

“Is that what’s been keeping you so preoccupied all day?”

Dean nodded, and then leaned into Castiel.

“I guess I’m just… waiting for it to end,” Dean admitted.

“For what to end?”

“This. All of it. Part of me’s just waiting to wake up, or waiting for something bad to happen. This can’t be real, can it?”

Castiel held Dean’s face, and he said, words soft yet insistent, “It is real.” 

They kissed, as if Cas was trying to prove it, as if Dean was looking for it.

But none of it felt right.

Dean pulled away with a sigh. Castiel settled with a hand on his chest.

“Dean, this is real.”

“Then why does it feel so…” He looked up, finding his vision starting to blur from the sheer emotional confusion warring in him. Fuck, he didn’t want to cry in god damn Heaven. Still, they didn’t clear from his eyes. “...I don’t know, so bad,” he finished. “Wrong.”

Cas pulled away.

“What are you saying? Are you saying you don’t want this?”

At the hurt in Castiel’s low voice, Dean turned, and reached out for him.

“No, no. I do. That’s the problem. I do. God, I do. But I’ve never… my life has never let this happen before, never let me be happy, never let this last. And, I know, I know, I’m in Heaven, that there’s peace here, whatever I want, or need, but… I can’t shake the feeling that something’s gonna come along and ruin it, or… or that you’ll want it to end. Hell, I even think that all this good, it’s—it’s… I don’t know, it’s smothering me.”

“Do you need me to stop?”

“I don’t know, Cas. I just… I want to run away, and I know that’s wrong. I know I should just be here, be at fucking peace, but I’m not used to it. It’s suffocating.”

“I understand,” Castiel said after a long moment of silence in which he seemed to be thinking hard.

“You do?”

“Yes. The things you, and the things I, went through in our lives, they leave a mark, and not even Heaven can erase it. And that mark, and all the bad we went through — it made the good moments seem fleeting, unreal. And, at the end of it all, we’re just not used to it. It’s not going to feel like what we’ve been conditioned with. It’s… different.”

“And different doesn’t mean bad.”

“I know, but…” Now it was Castiel’s turn to look uneasy.

“What?”

“I feel it too. I think… I think maybe that’s why I didn’t go back at first, to you, to Earth. I didn’t think I could have it, and I was so used to being beaten down that I just… I didn’t go after you. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t gotta be sorry. I didn’t do anything to find you. I just thought… I thought it was over.”

“It’s not over. Even here, even now. We can have this. If you want it.”

Dean nodded, and was running his thumbs over Cas’ ears. “I do. I do. Believe me, I do. But this feeling, man, it… I don’t know how to make it go away. I just want it to stop.”

Suddenly Castiel was smiling, and Dean was taken aback.

“This is good.”

“Good?”

“We both have the same problem. We have something to do now, something more to strive for.”

“So what, we’re just gonna fight this feeling we have, and take the good as it comes?”

“Well, we are in Heaven.”

“God, I love you.”

Dean surged forward and kissed Castiel, and that feeling clawing at his chest lessened a bit. If they worked at it, if they let time continue on, they would get used to this, all of it. So when Dean and Castiel went home that night, Dean let Castiel do what he’d talked about that morning, had even begged him to do it, and after long hours, Dean forgot that he wanted to run away, if only for a moment.

They would fix this. They would fix each other. They had eternity.

[idjitlili]

Eomer x female reader

Imagine Eomer walking in your tent on the eve of battle , to find you in pain.

Word count: 1230

It was the eve of battle, in Pelennor Fields, you had stayed with merry. Yet of course you had been stuck with agonising stomach pains that caused sweat to roll down your clammy face. Your hair slicked back, as you clutched your stomach in turmoil. Small gasps could be heard from your mouth ,as you felt parts of the egg exit your Body , as blood clots.

Turning on your side in your bedroll, groaning, Merry and Eowyn has left previous, to go the blacksmith. They wouldn’t have left if they knew you were In pain, but you had tried to hold it together,until they left. You never knew when to except your period, it had a mind of its own, quite irregular. Sometimes you would have it three months late, but of course it choice now.

All you could think is if some bitch gets to stabbing me in battle ,(in which you weren’t supposed to participating in) you would pull out the cloth , that soaked up your blood. And just simply lob it at them, yes it’s a dirty thing , but whatever to you can do to stay alive is helpful. Hey at least you aren’t storing a dagger up there , like someone does in a barrel while flashing an elf. COUGH.

Anyways you lay in your own pity , sweating with pain , and tears covered your face like the aftermath of giving a dude a blowjob. Not that you had ever gave anyone anything sexual, or intimate. Damn bro, you got the whole squad laughing. Your legs are pulled up and spread , feet firmly on the ground, toes curling in pain. Not going to lie you looked like you were going to give birth.

Unknowingly to you someone someone had heard you sounds of pain ; in which led them stand outside your tent, waiting for the right moment to call your name.

“Gosh darn it , Jared why you gotta do this to me.” You spoke angrily. You didn’t know why you had named your period ,or your pussy which you called your moose.

The dirty blond future king was confused by this , he didn’t know you were with child , or wedded by a man. He didn’t bother to let his presence know he just rushed into the white tent.

“Y/n?” He spoke concerning,His eyes gazing over your birthing position, his mouth open in shock.

“What! You are pregnant? Why didn’t you say. What the hell y-“ you cut him off angrily shouting “I AM NOT PREGNANT YOU ASS.”

His face became red in embarrassment, he had never been scared of you before.”..I a-am so s-sorry, I just saw you laying in pain in that position and you were calling a mans name. I just assume.” His eyes traveled to his feet.

“No I am sorry, I didn’t mean to snap I don’t have no man.” You smile slightly at the muscular man.

“I just heard you in pain, when I was walking by. I came to see what was the matter. “ He inched closet towards you.

“Oh it’s just my stomach is hurting that’s all ,Eomer.” You called him by his first name , as you had been friends with Eowyn growing up so you knew of her brother, you had spoke multiple times.

“Oh? Why was you saying Jared then? Y/n?” He questioned you raising an eyebrow, he wanted to help you, he had felt things for you since he was a child. Yet he was too scared to act on it.

Your face lit up with embarrassment, you thought he dropped that already, “uh..oh that.. um I w-wasn’t talking about anyone. More like a thing.” You avoid his eyes , as he looked you down, your sweating face , tear stained , position, at first he thought you were up to activities.

“What is thing? You can tell me ,y/n” he spoke gently.

You were afraid that he would be disgusted at you, but you couldn’t avoid his question anymore. “Uh.. I sometimes give names to body parts. Jared is the unfertilised egg that is trying to leave my vagina.” You spoke quickly, embarrassed by the situation.

Eomer looked at you in awe ,sitting next your bedroll, he grabbed your hand squeezing it lightly, Rubbing his thumb over the top. “Oh, you should’ve told me sooner that you had your period, I would’ve been here sooner. What else have you named,y/n?” He questioned.

“Uhhh you know the front bit with the hair on a girl? Yeah uh I named that moose. I didn’t want to bother anyone else.” Your face quickly returning beet red.

He smiled widely at your description of your pussy.

“I like it .” He laughs ,” it would not have bothered me , I was lonely out there. Now where does it hurt.” You are scared that he’s gonna offer to make you cum. Gosh darn no.

“Well it hurts in my vagina but you can’t do anything about that. So just my stomach.” You sassed looking at him deeply in the eye. He smirked , he had the same idea you had earlier.

“Well..I could. Okayy sorry don’t kill me. Do you want me rub your stomach? Would that help?” He asked you sincerely. You mouth opened in awe you hadn’t seen Eomer so sweet before.

“Uh..yes I think it woul-.” Before you could finish he had interrupted you

“Well then would you accept if I laid with you?” You nod in response, he quickly removed his boots and coat. pulled your blanket back ,before he lifted bridal style you swiftly without a struggle, sitting where you were laying. Now one handily pulling the blanket on you , laying back with your back against his chest.

His arm wrapped around your waist gently, making sure not make you feel sick. As you both settled in your bedroll, eomer then wrapped his other arm around you , you reach up holding his arm that rest under your tend breast. His other hand moving up under your tunic, onto your bare stomach , gently rubbing your soft skin, in a circular motion.

“I am glad Jared wasn’t your husband , and you weren’t giving birth.” He spoke into your ear.

“Oi you basically called me fat, oh are you giving birth. What the frick eomer. Why.” You spoke jokingly , the fat thing though you were insecure about that.

“I wasn’t I promise, you aren’t , I just saw you in pain , and with your legs spread . I didn’t know what dto think.”

“Oh of course you noticed my spread legs.” You mocked his voice.

“Yeah I did. I question if they can go further.” You pinch his hand earning a yelp out of him.

“I love you y/n. Ever since we were children.” He spoke so quietly , you almost didn’t hear , You wouldn’t have if his mouth was next to your ear.

“I love you too.” You spoke before the pain of Jared disappearing falling asleep , laying literally onto of eomer. In which Merry and Eowyn come back to the tent , not long after you both fell asleep. They didn’t reframe teasing you about it when you woke and Eomer kissed you , then left to get ready for battle.

[chappedandfadedvds]

Dec 19th, Saturday 12:10

Jens was quite surprised by the notion that they were perfectly on time. Traffic into Brussels had been fairly light, given it was so early on a saturday. He had expected to have more people on the streets the weekend before christmas, when he had parked the car at his grandparents house to drop of his mom and sister. Perhaps the ongoing pandamic warrented reason enough to stay at home, he guessed. And because they had managed to be so quick, Lucas and him had found time to join for a larger second breakfast.

He wasn’t gonna lie, it had him incredibly nervous to introduce his boyfriend. His grandmother wasn’t a close-minded person, but he could definitely see that she didn’t quite understood at first. But over breakfast she seemed to come to terms with it. He was very grateful for his mom doing most of the talking. 

His grandfather in the meantime greeted Lucas, calling him Robbe at least two more times afterwards, causing Lotte to call the old man silly, not comprehending, that their grandfather was sick himself. Jens apologised each time, explaining the dementia of his grandfather, but Lucas didn’t seemed to be bothered by it, after the initial confusion.

The couple left at exactly a quarter to twelve, with warm goodbyes and hugs and a large plastic box filled with freshly made cookies. To keep them from starving on their long journey ahead. Jens didn’t mention the cotton bag on the passenger seat, already containing way too many sweats, and instead joined Lucas to thank her for the thoughtfullness.

Sander and Robbe stumbled out of the trainstation, the same minute Jens stopped his car infront of Brussels central to pick up the two yawning boys.

The four quickly rummaged through the trunk of the car, fitting the additional bags into the spot, that had hold his mom’s and Lotte’s luggage before. Jens thanked Robbe at least for a whole minute, that they had taken the train here to join them, when everyone else had managed to leave from Antwerp. They had three packed cars in total, the other two driven by Senne and Milan. Though with their little drop off and no intention to have to organise for all of the group to stick together, they probably would arrive last.

Not a minute later, the boys were on their way. And just a moment later, the silence was already broken.

„Sander and me actually put a playlist together, it’s only 6 hours long though. I guess you’ll have to cover the last two.“ Lucas grinned from the passenger seat, already fishing for his phone from his crumbled up jacket on the floor to his feet.

„Oh my god, no.“ Jens groaned, not seriously discontent or upset about the procamation, but just to make a point, that he wasn’t quite prepared for a day long journey spend in the 70s.

„You get used to that, trust me. But agreed!“ Robbe offered from the seat right behind him on the beackseat. At least he had his best friend backing him.

„What is that supposed to mean?“ Sander pretended too be deeply offended by his boyfriends word’s, clutching his chest.

„Exactly what I said.“ Robbe stated, causing Lucas to simply laugh in response, as the boy was busy figuring out the car’s display menu. Jens definitely wouldn’t win this.

„Robbe. Robbe. Hey Robbe!“ Jens had to call a couple of times, in order to break up the bickering couple on the backseat. Now caught in an silly argument about Robbe’S music taste instead.

„Yeah?“ His best friend asked, accepting Sander’s hand to hold as an piece offering, before he turned to face the front.

„I have an idea!“ Jens declared, an ominous smirk on his lip, while he searched for Robbe in the back mirror.

„Uh-huh.“ 

„So you love me right, man?“ 

That certainly piqued everyone’s interest, as all of them stopped doing, whatever they did, to get comfortable. Jens briefly concentrated on the street ahead, waiting for Robbe’s answer.

„Of course.“ His best friend insisted. Exactly what Jens wanted to hear.

„Perfect!“ He said excited, before getting to the point. „So here is my idea: How about we forget about the last one and a half years or so ,and just pretend that you had declared your undying love for me after Jana. While I was obvously was already over her and comfortable in my sexuality. So we naturally got together, thus we can just ditch these two at the next rest stop we pass.“ 

Jens full on grinned by the time he reached the conclusion, as he hold Robbe’s gaze in the backmirror, aside from the glances back onto the street every second. „And then it is just you and me, baby!“ He winked, very pleased with himself.

Robbe laughed, the big amused smile present on his face, once he calmed down again to reply.

„Brilliant idea. Deal!“ 

Jens swiftly punched his fist in the air, before he instantly took hold of the steering wheel again. He was a responsible driver. He hoped at least, given his three passengers, he all loved dearly.

„Hey!“ 

It practiaclly echoed in unison, as their two boyfriends looked absolutely dumfounded in their outrage.

The two best friends caught in a fit of giggles at their shocked expressions. Robbe even leaning forward to sneak his hands onto Jens’s neck to stroke the naked skin, right beneath his hair. Not a bad start, Jens figured, fully playing into it, as he let his head fall back in turn.

„You literally declared your love for me yesterday morning for the first time ever, and didn’t stop telling me since then. What the fuck, Jens?“ Lucas tried to sound as hurt and accusing as he could, if it wasn’t for the grin spreading across his face betraying his pretended intentions.

„Aww that’s so cute.“ Robbe cooed, very much smitten over the newest development between the couple in front of him. 

„Yeah must be nice.“ Sander mumbled, taking his hand out of Robbe’s he still had hold onto despite the whole joke developing before.

„What?“

„I didn’t get one this morning.“ Sander pouted at his boyfriend’s questioning look, crossing his arms.

„But I di...“ Robbe paused, his eyes squinting into the space between them, as he figured, that indeed he hadn’t. He blinked, trying for puppy eyes instead to smoothen the mood.

„See, I was correct.“

„Oh but I love you so much.“ His best friend countered, blinking sweetly up at Sander, who had trouble not to give in too fast, quite in vain, when Robbe shifted a little closer, the two boys sharing a kiss.

„Aww that’s so cute.“ Jens mocked the exact tone and words, his best friend has thrown at Lucas and him a moment earlier.

„What about us though, baby?“ He teased a minute later, trying intently to sound at least a little hurt. „I thought we were gonna be a thing now?“

„Yeah, Robbe, no worries. Jens is hot, I get it.“ Sander encouraged, pushing his boyfriend slightly back again.

Lucas snorted at the comment, before he nodded and vehemntly agreed to the statement that, indeed Jens was a good looking dude.

„Uhm, does that means I can have all of you? Do I get to choose?“ Jens loudly inquired, very happy with the whole direction this took. He’d gladly took the next seven hours of their trip, to be showered in compliments.

„Dunno, do I get to top?“ Sander pulled his face into a suggesting expression, wiggling his eyebrows amused, as he stared at Jens through the back mirror, who noted it looking up to it from the road infront. The oldest boy himself barely able not to just start laughing.

„Sure.“ Jens agreed instantly, not a thought wasted, which meant in turn, that all eyes turned to him in an unusual moment of silence. His eyes quickly searched for Robbe in the mirror, abolutely loosing it, as he saw his best friend’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide in disbelief. 

„Excuse me?“ Robbe barely managed to say.

Jens simply shrugged in response. He hadn’t really contemplated it prior to this moment, but he definitely wouldn’t cross it out straight away. Why not?

„Then yeah you can have me too.“ Sander concluded, breaking out of his little stupor first. The cocky confidence back in his face, as he blew Jens a kiss, followed by a wink.

Now it was Jens who was definitely wheezing, traying hard to not loose his conentration as he stuck his eyes strictly to the front of the car, stopping at a red light luckily, for him to catch a breath. This was something he would have to made sure that the other’s vowed to never bring once they would leave the car. With them it felt easy, natural even, to joke around like this, didn’t mean he would like to have it told to others.

„I guess, I have to dissapoint though, Lucas is the only one for me. Sorry.“

A collective „awww.“ filled the car to a volume, that was definitely audible to the people outside that would pass them. But as they turned onto the highway, it fortunately made it impossible.

„Stay jealous, I win.“ Lucas proclaimed proudly, leaning over to peck a kiss on Jens’s cheek, before his boyfriend went to connect his phone over bluetooth. A minute later „I’m gonna be (500 miles)“ by The Proclaimers was blasting from the speakers. Lucas and Sander immediately singing loudly along.

Jens even caught Robbe mouthing the words to it. Traitor.

It would definitely be a long ride, that was for certain, Jens thought, sighing defeated. 

Fuck it, he thought, it was his vacation. So he shook his head with a smile, before he gave in and just joined his friends, allowing him to simply have some fun. 

__ __ __ tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots

let’s start a week of fun and fluff, what do you guys think? well deserved after last week, huh? 🥰

[babbushka]

Cabin

Flip Zimmerman x Reader 

word count: ~3k warnings: N*FW ;^)

This is for y’all! <333

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Your first time together had been…awful.

But awful in an endearing way, the way everything about Flip was endearing. Flip was more than eager to try again and get better, and so were you – except there wasn’t much opportunity when the both of you lived at home where parents were a very real danger to killing the mood.

Flip had been talking to Jimmy, who had never been shy about the number of women he dated and slept with, and Jimmy had given him some honest pointers and tips that Flip was dying to try out – one move in particular.

“So did you go down on her yet?” He asked one day while the two were grabbing lunch together, making Flip choke on his sandwich.

“Jesus Jimmy we’re in a diner.” He hissed, looking around to see if anyone overheard.

He was thankful that the diner was way too loud and busy for anyone to be paying any attention, but still, it definitely wasn’t the sort of place to have this conversation. Flip had hoped he could bring it up to his best friend on the car ride back home or something.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is if you haven’t yet, you need to. She’ll go nuts for it! If you’re half as good a kisser as you say you are – ” Jimmy said, making Flip roll his eyes.

“Fuck you, I’m a great kisser.” He interrupted, to which Jimmy just ingored.

“Then she’s gonna freak out for it.” Jimmy finished, shoving a big bite of his burger into his mouth.

“I haven’t yet, we’ve only fucked the one time.” Flip explained lowly, making Jimmy nod in understanding. “But I am taking her to the cabin this weekend finally.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimmy asked with excitement in his eyes and a waggling eyebrow that made Flip laugh and blush into his pop as he took a sip.

“Yeah, we took the weekend off work and my parents gave me the key to the cabin so I’m gonna drive us over to Aspen, and hopefully not leave for three whole days.” He grinned, and Jimmy literally got up enough to smack Flip on the shoulder happily.

“This is perfect then! Okay, here’s what you do.” Jimmy started, sitting back down and gearing up for what was sure to be a graphic conversation.

“Jimmy really it’s okay – ” Flip tried, but Jimmy had already started.

“Don’t spend all your attention on her clit, okay? It stops being fun for her after a while and just hurts. It’s like the same feeling as sticking your dick in a vacuum cleaner, it ain’t fun.” He jabbed a fork in Flip’s direction, took an angry bite.

“Why the fuck would I stick my dick in a vacuum cleaner?” Flip asked, and Jimmy looked very much like he just realized what he said.

“Anyway,” He continued, “Obviously she’s gonna like it however she likes it so the best thing is to ask her what she wants when you’re down there – for the love of god do not bite – communication is so sexy. Tell her how good she tastes too, it’ll make things less awkward.”

“You know, I don’t know if I like you talking about my girlfriend’s – ” Flip started, but Jimmy just waved him off.

“You’ll be thanking me on Monday man, I promise you. Now, when you’re down there, you can either go up and down or around in a circle but my secret weapon is I spell shit out.” Jimmy said, leaning back in his seat and looking like the most proud piece of shit Flip’d ever seen.

“What like with your tongue?” He asked, trying to figure out how that would even work.

“Yup. Drives girls nuts – and you got one thing I don’t got.” Jimmy said mysteriously.

“Oh yeah what’s that?” Flip just had to bite.

“Facial hair.” Jimmy pointed the fork in his direction again. “That goatee of yours rubbing against her thighs is gonna be fucking crazy. I gotta admit, I’m jealous.” He said, making Flip grin.

“Of her or of me?” He teased, and the both of you laughed.

“Oh fuck off.” Jimmy tossed a fry in his direction as Flip just laughed again.

 That talk had only been a couple days ago, and now the two of you were on your way to the cabin. You looked so fucking cute all bundled up in your sweater and Flip’s jacket, munching on bugles and singing along to the radio. It was too cold up in the mountains to roll the window down, but Flip was sure you would’ve on any other occasion to get the wind in your hair.

It was dusk already, somehow. Flip was driving his truck and you’d been on the road for just about three hours now, which meant the cabin should be right around the corner.

Just like magic, it was, and your eyes went wide when you saw how big it was. You had an image in your head of a tiny log cabin perched in the woods somewhere, not at all the thing of beauty before you. The A-frame cabin was the size of a regular single-story house, and it sat on a flat piece of land that was right next to a pond. So close in fact, that a deck had been built with a small ladder for Flip’s family to swim in the pond if they wanted.

He had called ahead to the neighbors who looked over the cabin when the family wasn’t using it, and asked if they could turn all the lights on to make it more of a welcoming arrival. They had, and the soft orange light from lanterns made the cabin glow and look more homey and comfortable than you could have thought possible.

“Do you like it?” Flip asked, and you nodded, beamed a big smile at him.

“I love it, it’s gorgeous!” You gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car and grabbing your dufflebag from the trunk.

“Good.” Flip said, taking the bag from you so you wouldn’t have to carry it.

 The two of you went right up to the bedroom, wasting absolutely no time. Flip dropped the bags right near the door and locked up, then carried you to his room. He couldn’t get his hands off of you, didn’t want to part from you for a moment, even as he dumped you onto the mattress with a nervous chuckle.  

“Flip!” You laughed back, pushing your hair out of your face as his hands were already working on getting your clothes off.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He sighed against your lips, revealing your skin to him underneath all your layers.

Never in a million fucking years did he think he’d have such a woman in his bed, such a perfect woman as you. You reached for him, hands grabbing at air as a sign that you wanted him closer, and he shucked off all his clothes as fast as he could before climbing onto the bed with you.

“Touch me?” You asked, breathless and desperate as he kissed you, his hot mouth warming your skin and bringing the most beautiful noises from your throat.

“Oh I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than just that baby.” Flip grinned, thinking about what Jimmy had told him. “Do you trust me?” He asked, as he began kissing and kissing and kissing down your chest, stomach, thighs.

“Of course I do ohmygod – Flip!” You tensed up instinctively, shy about something you’d never done before.

“It’s okay, just relax, relax for me.” He kissed along your inner thighs as he pushed them open, ran his nose in the crease where your thigh and your hips met, breathed you in.

You smelled like pure sex, and this close, he could see just how wet you were for him. It made his whole body on fire, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. Tentatively, he licked up your slit and you let out a gasp, a hand already flying down to tangle in his hair.

He looked up at you, had to look over the sight of your perfect tits to see you biting your lip, eyes shut, waiting waiting waiting for him to do more.

“You have to tell me, tell me what you like.” Flip said, as he pushed his tongue to part your folds, used his hands to hold you open while he started stroking your pussy with his tongue.

He started with just the up and down motion of his tongue, careful not to be too rough on your clit when he got up to it. He did give it a gentle swirl of his tongue before moving on, not wanting to fuck anything up. You moaned, and your thighs twitched around his head, and he could feel his cock starting to leak just from the sounds you were making.

“You taste fucking fantastic.” Flip groaned against your skin once your slick really started to collect on his tongue. It wasn’t a lie, he hadn’t experienced anything like this and wasn’t anticipating it being so sweet the way that you were.

You didn’t answer, but a lot of the tension dropped from your hips, and that made Flip smile against you. He moved on to the circling of his tongue for a little while, before starting to spell shit out the way Jimmy told him to.

He went down the alphabet and when he got to the letter F your fist tightened in his hair.

“Do that again! Flip please do it again.” You begged, and he grinned, happy that he was able to elicit that sort of response from you.

That encouraged him, he was so eager, so so so eager to please you, and he buried his face between your legs and wrote the first letter of his name in your cunt over and over again until you were starting to gasp for air and shout out.

“Oh, oh holy shit – yes, yesyesyesyesyes – !” Your back arched, you literally pushed your hips into his mouth, and Flip couldn’t help but grin.

He finally gave a hard suck to your clit and he could feel it when you came. Your thighs clamped shut around his head and the hand in his hair was almost painfully tight as your chest rose and fell in rapid succession, eyes screwed tight. He tasted it too, the way you gushed – gushed! – onto his tongue. He stayed down there and lapped it up, swallowed down every drop you gave him, not wanting any of it to go to waste.

He leaned back and admired your pussy, admired the way there were scratch marks blossoming from his beard on your thighs. He kissed them, tried soothing them with his tongue, but you were pulling him up to kiss him deeply.

“I’m sorry.” You panted against his lips, but he couldn’t figure out what for.

“Don’t be! Don’t be, I’m not finished with you yet.” He promised, kissed you while he made a show of stroking his cock.

“How do you want me?” You grinned, making him shake his head.

“Just like this, I want to see you, let me see those tits of yours.” He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, squeezed your other breast in his big hands. “Fuck they’re so perfect, how are you real?”

“I’m real, I’m yours; I’m only yours.” You laughed, blissed out, as you let him touch and taste.

His cock pressed against your thigh, and you wrapped a hand around it, jerked him off just a little, just enough to keep him hard and leaking.

“Do you feel that? Feel how fucking hard you make me?” Flip asked against your skin, groaned into your mouth.

“You’re so sexy I can’t – I need you now.” You whined, making Flip’s brain short-circuit.

“You need me?” He asked, heart beating fast. He loved you, fuck he loved you, and he needed you more than anyone – to hear you say it back was like a dream.

“Yeah, I need you, please? Please Flip fuck me.” You begged, and he didn’t need to be told twice.

Because you had already came, you were relaxed and he slid in so easily, worked his cock into you with no problem and bottomed out with a deep groan.

“Oh. My. God.” His hips had a mind of their own, needing to move and be as deep inside you as he could, as he could possibly manage.

“Good?” You asked with a laugh, as he leaned down to kiss the spot between your breasts, rest his forehead on your shoulder, being completely enveloped in the wet heat of your pussy.

“Yeah, shit you’re tight.” He gasped with a laugh of his own, one that dissolved into a moan as his hips moved faster and faster.

He corralled your legs around his hips, yanked you down the mattress to get deeper, get a better angle. He knew he was big, he knew you liked how big he was, fuck the way you were crying for him had his blood boiling, had him losing himself in his pleasure.

“Right there, oh fuck, don’t stop!” Your eyes flew open when he found your g-spot, and Flip never felt more proud in his whole fucking life than he did when your mouth dropped open, feeling that fucking good.

“(Y/N), holy shit (Y/N).” He couldn’t believe any of this was real, any of it was happening as he fucked you. His hips found a rhythm that worked, not too brutal but not slow and sweet either. He swore he could see the buldge of his cock in you, but that was maybe just him being so out of it.

You were clinging onto him for dear life, your toes curled against his back from where he had hooked your legs around him. He sucked on your neck and you dug your hands into the meat of his shoulders as he slammed the headboard against the wall, dragged the prettiest moans and cries and shouts from your lips.

“Flip I’m gonna come I’m gonna, fuck I’m so close I can feel it – ” You started, but he just turned to kiss the corner of your mouth, wanted to let you know it was okay.

“Come for me, come on, let me feel you let me make you come – ” He babbled, he bit down onto the spot where your neck and shoulder met, reached a hand down and rolled your clit between his fingers and you came so hard that you accidentally jackknifed and headbutted Flip right in the face.

“Oh!” You were dizzy with your orgasm, so much so that you didn’t even realize you had collided with your boyfriend.

“Oh shit – ” Flip came in you just from the surprise of it all, not registering any pain, just so overwhelmed with the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.

He fucked you through it, milked the both of your orgasms for everything he could, before his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of you.

 Flip was breathing hard when he finally pulled out, and looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Was that – ” He started but you pushed a hand to his mouth to silence him.

“’Wait.” You said softly, desperately, eyes still shut and biting your lip like you were concentrating.

“…Are you okay?” Flip asked, suddenly concerned that he had done something wrong, that he had hurt you in any way.

“Yeah, I just…didn’t know it could feel like that.” You said, before breaking out into a fit of blissful giggles.

“Yeah?” He asked, realization dawning on him with a grin that you were savoring that feeling, the feeling he gave you, that he made happen.

“Yeah.” You laughed, rolling over him and bracing yourself on the mattress as you caged him under your arms, “And I get this for three more days?” You asked as you kissed him.

“If you want it.” He nodded quickly, arms looping around your back and pulling you down to be flush against his chest.

He wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, from pure joy and satisfaction.

“I’m never gonna not want this.” You propped your chin up on his chest, and pressed gentle smooches to his chin, laughing at the way the skin of his neck bunched up when he tried looking down at you from that angle.

“I’ll give it to you whenever, you just gotta ask and I’ll fuck you just like this – even better next time.” He promised, as snow softly fell outside.

Nothing felt more perfect in the whole entire world in that moment, with you in his arms, in his bed.

“I love you.” You said, so sure of the words you were saying, so completely confident in them that Flip didn’t even have to pinch himself to believe it.

“I love you too.” He said back, making your whole face erupt into a grin.

He rolled you both over onto your sides, kissed you some more and then with the softest press of a kiss to your eyelids, he asked,

“Can I eat you out again?”

Making the both of you erupt into giggles that soon turned into moans once more.

It was going to be a long weekend, but Flip couldn’t be any more excited.

[justlightlysedated]

based on this post.

*

Alex makes a small bitten off noise, small enough that it could be ignored while they were literally trying to escape from a group of brainwashed soldiers, but it was impossible to ignore the way he collapsed and the glowing blade embedded between his fourth and fifth rib and the blood slowly spreading across the fabric of his shirt, once they were all in the car.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you say anything?" Kyle yells and steps down on the gas while Liz and Max tug the backseat down and push Alex to lie back.

Michael stares from the passenger seat and tries not to bite through his lip as he stares at the definitely alien blade poking out of Alex's chest.

"We need to pull it out before I can heal him," Max tells Liz, who looks at him with wide eyes but nods her head.

"Are you sure you can heal him?" Kyle asks, sounding highly skeptical even with everything they've gone through. "At the moment the only thing keeping him alive is the fact that we haven't pulled the blade out."

Michael knows the extent of Max's abilities, but this is Alex.

He looks to Max, who is looking right at him.

"I can heal him," he tells Michael, practically sealing it as a done deal with his eyes.

Michael swallows hard and looks to Kyle who is stealing looks up at the rearview mirror while also keeping his eyes on the road.

Kyle's eyes dart to him briefly and then away.

Michael looks back to Max and nods his head.

Max licks his lips and looks to Liz. "You pull and then I'll heal him."

Liz makes a face, but inhales deeply and looks down to Alex, who is lying back with his eyes closed not even discussing what they should do, which goes a long way to tell Michael exactly how much he hurts right now.

Michael eyes his face, the clammy, sweaty pallor of his cheeks, and how his breathing seems to be too thready, and thinks that a stab wound on top of the week they've all had is bound to take a toll on even the strongest of them.

"On three," Max says, and Michael's eyes are drawn back to the knife.

Liz puts one hand on Alex's chest, and wraps the other around the strange glowing hilt, but before he can even start counting, Liz yelps and moves her hand away from the hilt, cradling it to her chest.

"It bit me," she says, sounding both curious and indignant.

While they try to process that, Alex moves, arching his back and groaning like he's in pain, the spasm, goes up his chest and then he's coughing, leaning his head over to the side and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but when he lies back, Michael can see the dark smudge of blood in the corner of his mouth.

"I'm dying," he croaks, and he sounds so resigned, that it ignites a rage through Michael like nothing else.

The car swerves as Michael accidentally tugs against the wheels and Kyle tries to get them back under control.

"You're not going to die," Liz tells Alex, who blinks his eyes, heavily, like he can barely move them, at her, and sighs.

"It burns," he tells her in a raspy whisper. "Like acid. I've been stabbed before, and it didn't feel like this."

Michael tries not to get stuck on the words 'I've been stabbed before' and pushes down the feeling of dread that starts to spread through him.

"Poison," Liz says immediately, cataloguing the symptoms and darting her eyes all over his face. "You think the knife was poisoned?"

"He said, 'good luck, you're gonna need it,' right before stabbing me, and they know about the alien's abilities," he explains, and then exhales heavily, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes.

"If it's poison," Liz says looking away from Alex to Max and then over to Michael, who is stil staring at Alex's face. "Then we're going to need the antidote."

"We don't have that kind of time," Kyle says, like he can tell just how bad off Alex is by his breathing, which he probably can.

"We would need to figure out the poison and then figure out how to synthesize an antidote because something tells me that that blade isn't human at all, and then figure out a way to safely test it, and that's not even counting on the fact that he could be immune to the antidote, and all of that will take time, which we definitely do not have."

As though to agree with Kyle, Alex coughs again, and it definitely sounds wet.

"Guerin," he hears from Alex's faint voice, and he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply before turning back to him.

Alex is holding out a hand towards him and Michael wants nothing more than to crawl into the back seat and hold on to him and force him to stay.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "I couldn't keep my promise."

Michael tries to breathe, but it's difficult and it makes his entire chest ache, and he looks from Alex to Max, and Max stares back at him for a long second before he turns back to Alex.

"If the poison is alien then maybe I can counteract it and maybe," he says and leans over Alex, wrapping his fingers around the hilt of the knife.

"I can touch the knife since I'm not human," he finishes when the knife doesn't bite him like it did Liz.

Michael keeps his eyes on Max's hands on Alex's chest, unable to look away.

Max tugs on the knife and Alex screams, so loud and so painful that Kyle swerves off on the side of the road and stops the car.

Max lets go and Alex leans back, down, immobile like he hadn't just yelled, chest moving rapidly.

Max turns to Kyle who is turned around to watch the scene with his own eyes, and he gives Kyle a helpless look.

"It feels like it's stuck," he says, and his eyes go to Michael and they're so wide and apologetic that Michael can't stand it.

"What do you mean, stuck?" Kyle asks, brow furrowing.

Max inhales deeply, "Like there is a force keeping it there. But I pulled away before I could try to pull."

He looks back at Michael like he's asking for permission, and Michael looks at Alex, who looks to be nearing unconciousness.

Michael looks back to Max, who nods his head, and leans back over Alex to try again.

The scream is loud and harsh and sounds like it's literally tearing his vocal chords apart, and just when Michael is about to start yelling too, Max lets go.

"I'm sorry," he tells Michael, and Michael really can't handle any of this.

He gets out of the car, ignoring Liz's voice calling out for him, and slams the door shut.

He leans back heavily against the car door, and drops his face to his hands, digging his fingers into his eyes and exhaling roughly.

There has to be a way out of this. Something that he could do to save him, because Michael really doesn't know what he's going to do if Alex doesn't make it out of the back seat of the car alive.

He feels like it's getting harder to breathe, and like the ground is crumbling beneath his feet, and he knows that he's going to free fall, but he has no idea how to stop it from happening, and he knows that the crash landing is going to hurt more than ever before.

Michael has felt like this several moments before, every single time that Alex walked away and even more, when his mom was killed and when Max had died.

But it was nothing compared to the gaping hole threatening to open up inside of his chest and swallow him whole.

The whole point of being with someone else was for Alex not to affect him like this.

If he expended his romantic and physical energies on someone else then maybe being around Alex wouldn't feel like being drowned and taking that first gasp of fresh air, over and over and over again.

And it worked, was still working. It even worked while Alex was dating Woods, or whatever his name was, even though that had felt like the worst form of mental torture, he had gotten through it.

But, lately there was this little voice at the back of his head that was getting bored.

Not that being with Maria, specifically was boring, but there was a restless energy inside of him, an itch in his hands, and a ticking at the back of his head, and no matter how many relationship milestones he passes with her, from moving in together to celebrating an anniversary, it doesn't go away.

At least not around her.

He exhales roughly again and leans his head back against the car. He looks up sightlessly at the sky and wonders how far he can walk across the desert before he dies of dehydration because there is no way he's getting back inside of this car if Alex isn't breathing.

Michael won't actively try to kill himself, but he won't try to live either, not if Alex isn't breathing.

He wonders if Isobel will ever forgive him. He knows that Maria will eventually move on, and maybe even forget all about him, but Isobel would probably hold a grudge that will follow her all the way into the afterlife.

He hears a low rumble, like the strum of an electric bass, and then there is a high pitched ringing and a headache blooms across his forehead, sharp and insistent, and then it feels like his head is split open and he's lost.

The world is hazy and it almost feels like he's underwater, but the water is thicker than usual.

He feels a tug in the center of his chest and then almost like a vaccum sound, and then a familiar female voice. "Are you paying attention, Rath or should I get your father?"

Michael follows the voice to his mother, young with her shining blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck, and she's sitting across from who Michael recognizes as his seven year old self.

Rath shakes his head rapidly, and then starts nodding vigorously. "I mean, yes, I'm listening."

She looks at him like she doesn't believe him, and raises an eyebrow pointedly.

Rath sighs and leans forward, propping the book up in a way that both his mom and Michael can see the drawing of the extremely familiar glowing dagger.

"The Ceremonial Wedding Blade, only to be used in cases of doubt of intentions," Rath says, studiously, and Michael is half paying attention, while mostly staring at his mother, and how much love she's projecting at him with her eyes as he speaks.

"The blade is telepathic and specially made for Antarian use. It will poison any other species who attempts to use it. The purpose of the blade is to confirm the intensity of the emotions. Only someone who truly, deeply loves the other, without any doubt or exception, is the only person who would be able to pull the dagger out-"

Michael gasps as the knowledge sinks into him and then he's inhaling sharply and he drops back down into his body too hard, like he'd been dropped from an incredible height.

Michael is on his knees, panting hard, and Max has him braced agaisnt the car, looking at him with a worried expression.

He's checking Michael over with his eyes and about to open his mouth to speak when Michael grabs a hold of him. "I know what to do."

To Max's credit, he doesn't try to stop him or slow him down, he just helps Michael to his feet and helps him get back inside of the car.

Michael's gaze lands on Alex and he feels his heart clench inside of his chest. He's much paler, and there is a green tinge to his skin, and Michael wonders briefly if he even manages to pull the dagger out if they'll be able to save Alex.

Alex inhales shakily then, and his eyes flutter open, and he finds Michael's gaze immediately, and Michael knows.

Alex smiles briefly, a relieved twitch of his lips, like Michael is the last thing he wanted to see before he died, and Michael thinks, no.

"Don't you dare," he grits out through his teeth and gets into the backseat of the car, crawling into Alex's lap and leaning over him.

Alex moves so that his gaze is still on Michael.

"You're not allowed die on me," Michael says, pressing his hands on Alex's chest. "Not now. Not ever. Do you hear me?"

Alex doesn't respond, he just breathes shakily, and Michael knows that he's almost out of time, but he nods his head slowly, and Michael leans back.

He looks at the glowing hilt of the blade and feels a calm suddenly come over him. He knows exactly what he needs to do.

"Hold on," he tells Alex, and places one hand on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asks with trepidation.

Michael just grabs a hold of the hilt of the dagger and gathers every single drop of his feelings for Alex and lets them pour through him and into his hand.

He shuts his eyes tight and concentrates, and it's almost like he can feel a piece of himself sinking into Alex and sweeping through him, gathering every bit inside of him that's alien and dangerous and pooling it back where it belongs, inside of the dagger.

The hilt glows so bright that the light seeps through the corners of Michael's closed eyelids, and then he pulls, and the dagger slides out smoothly with no resistance.

The glow dies out almost immediately, and Michael feels someone's hand on his where he still has the dagger clenched tightly in his fist.

He refuses to open his eyes because he can't hear Alex and Alex hasn't moved beneath him, and Michael thinks he might die if he opens his eyes and Alex is gone.

Alex gasps, sitting up and jostling Michael almost off his lap.

Someone steadies him and Michael opens his eyes then and looks directly into Alex's eyes, so wide and dark and alive.

"You saved me," he says, a wondering tone in his voice like he was sure this was the end.

Michael wants to say something sarcastic and biting and push Alex away for actually thinking that Michael was going to let him die, but instead he drops the dagger and pushes his fingers into Alex's hair and drops their foreheads together.

Alex shudders and his eyes fall shut and Michael's follow suit.

Michael exhales in relief and feels an overwhelming amount of peace and love and he silently vows to never make Alex doubt again that he would do anything to make sure that he survived.

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From Afar

Chapter 7:  the way I want you every time

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: A trip to your mother’s house brings up a old memories you weren’t expecting to talk about.

Warnings: angst, crying

AN: The feedback on this story is continuing to blow me away. Next chapter will be posted on Thursday Jan 23rd.

Links are broken and all past and future chapters can be found in my masterlist

NOW 

Arriving at your mother’s house you sat in the truck for a long moment just silently staring out the window. You can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s too late to go home. Sam must sense that you’re unsure because he reaches over and rest his hand on your thigh. This simple gesture always comforts you. 

Looking over at him you find him giving you a smile before he says, “I’m gonna be here for you.”

You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves. Reach for the door you slide out of the passenger seat. You’ve only been to your moms house a couple times before. You notice that the house that used to be painted tan is now a pale shade of blue. 

Sam reaches into the back of the truck pulling out your duffel bag and his. You turn and grab your bag and reach for his hand. You know he’s going to literally need to hold your hand so you can make it through this. Hand in hand you walk up the stone path up to the raised porch. You release Sam’s hand only to ring the doorbell. You reach down quickly taking Sam’s hand once again and when your mom opens the door you feel your heart race. 

“Hi sweetie,” she says the moment she sees you. 

“Hi mom,” you say. 

She raises an eyebrow as she sees Sam standing next to you. “Hi Sam,” by her voice you can tell she isn’t too excited to see Sam. 

“Hi Sharon,” Sam says politely. 

“Come inside,” she steps aside giving room for you to come in. 

Walking into the house you notice right away that your mom has changed a lot.  The house used to be darker shade and now it’s bright white. Kalen is a painter so you assume that he’s repainted everything for her. 

You follow her with Sam to the kitchen where Kalen is sitting at the table. 

“Sam why don’t you talk to Kalen and I’ll take (Y/N) to the guest room,” your mother says. You know that she wants to speak to you alone and this is her way of doing it. 

You take your duffel bag and follow your mom off to the guest room. Walking into the room you sit your bag down on the bed and look over at your mom who is watching you. 

“What did you want to talk about?” you ask. 

“We only have one guest bed,” she says. 

You shrug and say, “that’s okay I can share this bed with Sam.”

Her arms are crossed over her chest as she asks, “so are you and Sam together now?”

It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at you moms question. You just shake your head and say, “no he came here because he knew I couldn’t do this alone.”

“I don’t think you should be with Sam. Being with a hunter isn’t a lifestyle you want. He’s gonna do nothing but break your heart.”

You feel your blood boil at her comment. She is the last person who should be able to say anything about breaking your heart. You take a deep breath trying to calm down. You don’t want to say anything that you will regret. 

“Well you cheating on dad, and broke both our hearts,” your voice is cold. 

She closes her eyes for a long moment before she looks at you. She opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it. You stare at each other for a long moment before she says, “I’m sorry I cheated. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You don’t get to have a say on who I’m with,” you say trying to stay calm. 

She looks down at her feet for a moment before she looks back up at you, “I thought when you were with Owen you wanted a normal life.”

You shake your head at the fact she brought up Owen.

“I have a normal life now, and I’m happy,” you say as you sit on the edge of the bed. 

“I think this conversation is done,” she says. 

You nod and say, “yeah I would prefer for it to be over.”

THEN

It’s your father’s first appointment with his new doctor. It’s the first morning you hadn’t cried the whole time you showered. 

You drove your father’s truck through your town. He was in the passenger seat next to you humming along to the classic rock that played on the radio. 

From the moment your father told you he had cancer you had been an emotional mess, but he remained positive. Whenever you cried you made sure your father didn’t see. Morning showers and laying in bed at night was when you got out all your tears. 

Pulling up to the hospital you parked and got out of the truck. Your father got out and your followed him as he walked into the building. Walking over to the elevator your walked in and he pressed the buttons for the third floor. Leaning against the railing you took a deep breath. Your father looked over at you and smiled as he rested his hand on your shoulder. 

Walking into the waiting room you waited patiently for your father’s name to be called. Everything felt like a complete blur as he called back and the nurse took his weight and blood pressure. 

Sitting in the room you waited for your father’s doctor to come in. 

The sound of someone knocking on the door caught your attention. Looking up you watched as a handsome man walked into the room. 

“Hello I’m Dr. Owen Parker,” the man standing in the room was an extremely handsome doctor. He was probably about twenty-eight and had one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen. 

“Hi I’m Peter, and this is my daughter (Y/N),” your father says as he shakes Dr. Parker’s hand. 

“Nice to meet both of you,” he says giving both of you a smile. 

-

Your father had been seeing Dr. Parker for two months when you and the doctor get to talk some. This isn’t a conversation just about your dad. Your father had mentioned you being a nurse so Owen asked about your medical career. 

The conversation started our professional and quickly turned more personal. You learned right way how charming Owen is and you can’t help but have a crush on him. By the end of your conversation Owen has asked you out to get coffee. 

-

After four dates Owen and you are officially a couple. He’s so kind and supportive when it comes to your father. He also pushes you to start working as a nurse again. He knows that being a nurse is your passion and he wants you to do what makes you happy. 

After three months of dating your mother is in town and convinces you to get dinner with her. You bring Owen with your for moral support and from the moment your mother met Owen she loved him. According to her he can give you the perfect life you deserve. 

Driving home from dinner with your mom is the first time Owen says, “I love you.” He pulled over on the side of the road and looks at you like you are the most important thing in his life. 

Your heart races because you know you feel something for him. You care deeply for him, but you aren’t sure if you have ever loved anyone other then Sam. Leaning over you rest your hand on his cheek and say, “I love you too.”

-

Your father and Owen have a great relationship, but your father has mentioned a few times in passing that he always thought I would end up with Sam. You try to act like you don’t hear the comment but it’s hard to ignore. 

-

You and Owen have been together a year and  two months and you’re back to working as a nurse. You also recently moved in with Owen. Things in your life finally seem like they’re going right. It the first time Sam is coming to visit and finally meet Owen. He’s coming to celebrate that your father is in remission, and he’s also coming because he wants to see you. 

Sitting on your porch you’re sipping a cup of coffee from your favorite mint colored cup. You’re patiently waiting for your best friend to arrive. You can’t help but be nervous that Sam and Owen are finally going to meet. 

You watch as the impala rolls up with both Sam and Dean. You weren’t expecting Dean to be with Sam, but it’s also helps ease your nerves. You stand up quickly as Sam jogs up the path towards you. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your chubby body and pulling you close to him. You try your hardest not to cry at the fact that you’re finally seeing Sam again. 

Pulling away you look up at him and give him a crooked smile and softly say, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You get about a half hour alone with Sam and Dean before Owen shows up. You can’t help but be nervous as the boys meet Owen. They all seem to hit it off and you are instantly relieved. You all spend the day together talking and having a good time. 

In the afternoon your dad comes around so he can see Sam and Dean. He stays in the living room drinking beer with Dean and Owen, while you head off into the kitchen to cook something for dinner. You aren’t surprised when Sam joins you. 

Sam leans against the counter and watches you as you open a bottle of beer. 

“What’s on your mind Sammy?” You say leaning against the counter across from him. 

“You seem really happy,” he says trying not to sound jealous. 

“I am really happy.”

“I’m really happy someone is able to help give you everything you have ever deserved in life,” he says as he brings his bottle of beer closer to his lips. 

Before you can even say anything Owen walks into the kitchen. He must of felt a tension between you and Sam. He stops in the doorway and looks between you and Sam. 

“Did I interrupted something?” Owen asks. 

You shake your head and walk over to him. You press your lips to his for a soft kiss. 

“What do we think about Chicken and roasted veggies for dinner?” You asks attempting to get the subject off of you and Sam. 

“Sounds great babe,” Owen says before pressing his lips to your for another kiss. 

Owen grabs a couple beers and heads back into the living room where your father and Dean are. Sam stays in the kitchen and helps you cook dinner. You can’t lie you desperately miss doing little things like this with Sam. You’ve barely seen him over the last year and a half. 

The boys and your father stay until late a night. Your dad is the first person to head home claiming he’s exhausted. Dean and Sam head out about an hour later. You tell Owen you’re gonna walk the boys out while he heads off to take a shower before bed. 

You hug Dean goodbye and tell him you’ll miss him. He heads off and gets in the impala. You know he’s giving you and Sam a moment alone. 

You stand in front of your tall best friend. Your hands are shoved in your pockets as you both stare at each other for a long moment. You know that you probably won’t see him in person for a while and saying goodbye is never easy. 

“This never gets easier,” you say. 

He shakes his head and say, “it doesn’t.”

“Thank you for coming, I have missed you so much.”

“Owen seems like he’s really good for you,” he reaches out and rest his hand on your shoulder. 

“He’s a really good guy,” you say as your eyes start to brim with tears. 

Sam nods and says, “I’m glad you found someone who loves you and won’t hurt you.”

His words cut like a knife because you know he’s talking about himself. 

“I don’t think you would hurt me,” you say as you look into his sad hazel eyes. 

“I already have,” he says before leaning forward and pressing his lips to your cheek. 

“You haven’t though,” you say as tears start sliding down your cheek. 

“He’s giving you the life I could never give you,” he says as he reaches up and slowly pushes away your tears. 

You close your eyes trying to stop crying. You aren’t even sure what else you can say to Sam. He pulled you into his chest hugging you one last time. Pulling away looks at you and gives you a small smile. 

“I love you and if you need me call me,” he says before he walks away from. 

Standing in front of your house you watch as the impala drives away. You sit the steps of your porch trying to gather yourself. You can’t let Owen see you a total crying mess over saying goodbye to Sam. 

After a few moments you walk inside and head off to your room you share with Owen. You find him walking out of the bathroom that’s connected to your room. He has a towel wrapped around his waist showing off his tone stomach. 

He stares at you for a long moment and he can tell right away that you’re a mess. You sit on your side of the bed and he walks over and stands in front of you. 

“Are you in love with him?” Owen asks the question you had been waiting for him to ask you all day. 

You take a deep breath before saying, “he’s my best friend and we have something special that I have never felt before, but we can never be together.”

He reached down and gently put his hand under your chin and looks at you with a sad look. You can tell he’s torn up. 

“If you want to be with him I’ll walk away now. I love you so much that I’ll put my own feelings aside for you to be happy,” Owen’s kind words break your heart. He’s such a selfless beautiful person. 

Even though your heart is begging you to take him up on his offer you know that’s not an option. You say, “I don’t want that, I love you.”

-

NOW

Sitting on the bed in the guest room silently you stare at the wall. You’re happy your mother left the room after the conversation. You hear the door knob start jingle and you watch praying Sam is joining you in your room. As the door opens you’re relieved to see Sam walking inside. 

He shuts the door and stands there staring at you for a long moment. 

“What did she say?” He asks as he walks over and sits on the bed next to you. 

“She’s trying to have a say in my life,” you let out a heavy sigh. 

You look down at your jean covered thighs silently. You can feel his hazel eyes burning a whole in you. 

“I hope you don’t mind we have to share this bed,” you say attempting to change the subject. 

“Of course I don’t,” he says, letting out a soft laugh. 

You swallow as you wonder if you should tell him she brought up Owen. Looking over at Sam you find him still watching you. 

“She brought up Owen,” you know that he still feels guilty about you leaving Owen just like you do. 

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before saying, “do you regret leaving him for me.”

Without hesitation you shake your head, “I will never regret walking away from him, for you.”

There were many things in your life you regretted. One of them was breaking Owen’s heart, but you would never regret leaving to be with Sam and Dean. You need Sam like you needed air in your lungs. 

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Jimin Jealous Angst Request Part 2

Read the first part here

Warnings:Unprotected sex (use condoms yada yada yada), cunnilingus, overstimulation, rough sex, Jesus this gets filthy

Word Count: 1417

You can't reach Jimin for days and you start to worry because he has always responded to your texts.

You end up calling Jungkook because no one else can get ahold of him.

They're roommates, after all, and best friends, and since he actually answers the phone, you just ask if you can come over so you can see for yourself.

He agrees and you throw on cutoffs and a tanktop and rush over.

Jimin has gone out for more soju. He knows he's being irrational. He knows he's sulking but he can't help it.

He'd hate it if you had a crush on anyone but him, but Jungkook of all people? The golden boy, good at everything who could probably deadlift you with one hand?

Jimin had been so angry at you but now every time his phone lit up with your name it was like a knife in his gut. He couldn't go back to pretending to just be your friend. Not now. Not after he'd seen the look in your eyes when you came, seen your mouth open and pouty, as if begging for his cock between your lips.

He hopes you aren't angry with him, he knows he was aggressive but such a red film of rage and this need to possess you had taken over.

He walks in and sits the bags down on the counter. He looks up and sees your face peeking over Jungkook's shoulder and his heart seems to falter in his chest.

He puts the soju in the fridge, slamming the door, and you walk into the kitchen.

"Jimin...where have you been?" You ask softly.

"Right here. You came to visit Jungkook, didn't you know we were roommates?" He hates how sharp his tone sounds but his heart aches.

"I'm not here to see Jungkook! I'm here to see you. I was worried about you."

"Worried? Why? I'm fine."

You frown and lower your voice. "Jimin, about what happened at the diner..."

Jungkook clears his throat. "I am gonna go."

"No, I didn't mean to interrupt your...date." The word feels like poison in his mouth.

He goes to his bedroom, resisting the urge to slam the door.

He sits down on the bed but he can hear you talking to Jungkook softly and he wants to scream when he hears you giggle at something he said.

You're in the living room explaining what's going on to Jungkook in a hushed tone.

"I was talking about when you took me to the gym and he thinks I like you and he got really mad and...some...stuff...happened and now he won't talk to me!" It all comes out in a rush and Jungkook just lifts an eyebrow.

"Some stuff?"

"Shut up that's not important! What's important is I like him and I want him to tell me he likes me too!"

Jungkook scoffs. "Of course he likes you. He's had goo goo eyes for you for months." He thinks for a moment. "You say he thinks you like me?"

You can almost see his devious mind working.

He advances toward you.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?"

"Luring Jimin out of his room."

He grabs you and tickles your stomach and you break out into giggles.

Then he lets you go and sucks on the back of his hand, making the most lewd and loud kissing noises and you're biting your lip to keep from bursting into laughter.

Jungkook is silently urging you to let out noises of your own and you moan quietly, still trying not to laugh.

Jimin wonders if this is actually hell, the noises he's hearing from the other room. He's got his pillow over his head but when he hears you quietly moan that's the last straw. He bursts out of his room and you're standing in front of Jungkook, who disappears into his room like smoke the instant he sees Jimin's face.

You turn around with a guilty look on your face and Jimin suddenly wishes he could be angry again, wishes he could feel anything other than heartbroken.

"Y/n, do...do you enjoy hurting me?" His voice sounds low and hoarse and his eyes burn and he hates it.

"Jiminie....no...I just...I wanted to..." He's coming toward you and you're stammering at how intensely he's looking at you.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted the other day but if this is payback then it's cruel. You know how I-"

You cut him off, finally finding your voice.

"I don't know anything, Jimin! You just got so angry and you didn't tell me anything! Then you ignored me for days!"

"I ignored you because I can't just go on being your friend! I can't hang out here while you and Jungkook make out on the fucking couch and pretend it doesn't tear my heart out!" He bursts out, breathing hard.

You take a step forward and he hates the way he can't stop looking at your mouth, how the nearness of you makes his head spin.

Then you kiss him and he thinks he might literally go weak in the knees like the heroine in a romance novel.

You grab the back of his head and kiss him harder, and when you break away your eyes are flashing.

"I don't want to date Jungkook. I want to date you and if you'd just given me five minutes to explain I-"

This time he cuts you off, mouth almost punishing on yours, tugging your hand to pull you both down onto the couch.

You pull off your tanktop and the second you toss it to the ground his mouth is all over your exposed skin, sucking marks all over your throat, your cleavage.

"You did this on purpose. You made me think you wanted him."

Jimin's deftly unbuttoning your jeans while still kissing down your throat and you lie back on the couch expectantly as he yanks them off of you.

He's got his hand on you instantly, rubbing your clit gently between his thumb and middle finger, and you bite your lip to muffle a moan.

"I'm gonna show you I'm better than Jeon fucking Jungkook," Jimin breathes, and slides two fingers inside you and moves down your body to latch on to your clit, sucking hard.

Your back arches so deeply you come up off the couch, and after a few moments you think it’s almost too much until he curls his fingers inside you and you come so hard you yell out his name.

Jimin lifts his head up to smirk at you from between your thighs.

“That’s right, Jagi. Let him hear it’s my name you’re screaming, not his.”

You want to roll your eyes at his possessiveness, but you roll them back in your head instead when he lowers his head to lap at your clit again.

“Jimin, please, I can’t-”

He just hums against your clit and you can barely breathe when you come again, bucking your hips.

You feel almost delirious, whole body shaking, and you barely know the words are coming out of your mouth until they are.

"Fuck me, Jimin. Fuck me so hard I can't walk out of here."

He draws in a sharp breath and pulls down his sweats and slides inside you so quickly you lose your breath again.

He does as you say, fucking you so hard you have to grit your teeth to keep from screaming.

He keeps murmuring in your ear, cursing and praising you in equal amounts.

"Jagi, I could've come just from tasting you, yeah? Fuck! You feel so tight, clenching around me already. You wanted this cock, yeah? Wanted me?"

You're panting "Yes yes yes" like it's the only word you know and he leans down and bites a mark on your shoulder and lets out a low moan.

He pulls out with a sharp cry and paints your pussy with ropes of warm come.

He's blushing right after, ripping off his shirt to clean you up, but you can't stop smiling.

"Now do you still think I want to date Jungkook?"

"You better fucking not." His tone is low but you can feel him smiling against your mouth.

It's days later before you can look Jungkook in the face again and he immediately makes kissing noises on the back of his hand.

You burst out laughing and Jimin punches his arm.

You are glad they're friends again, because you spend a whole lot of time at their place now.