#thank fuck for shower chairs and beloved family who care about you and will help your stupid ass when you make dumb choices

[dredshirtroberts]

sooooo many things are simultaneously kicking my ass right now thank god i don't play cod or i'd have to also suffer the humiliation of 12yos kicking my ass too

[madswritingvoid]

Birthday Gift

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT BYE MINORS, 18+, unprotected sex (no glove no love irl everyone, established relationship, p in v sex, oral sex (f), squirting, fingering, praise kink, use of “daddy”, use of “good girl”, overstimulation, kind of dom/sub things but yeah, creampie, not beta read we’re all in this together.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED @dinsprettygirl !!!!!!! I hope you like this and have a wonderful birthday!! Thank you for your endless support and I hope ya enjoy Marcus for your birthday request!

Tagging: @starlightmornings (I hope it’s still okay I tagged you in this!)

You knew something was up as soon as you opened your eyes.

Peeking out from under the covers you notice that it’s 11am and furrow your brow. Not that you don’t appreciate a nice sleep-in, you know for a fact you set an alarm for 9am - yes it was your birthday and okay sure it was a Saturday, you wanted to pretend like it was just another day. Normally you’d be sitting down with Marcus and Missy for brunch and figuring out what you all wanted to do this weekend.

You have never been a big birthday person. Hating having everyone come out of the woodwork to wish you “another wonderful year xxxx” even if you haven’t spoken since their last birthday message, it just wasn’t something you wanted or cared if people made a big deal about it. Marcus knew that, and every year on your birthday he has done something for you anyways, wanting to shower you with love and gifts even though you just want him and Missy, your little family. Listening, you don’t hear Missy’s voice but close your eyes and inhale deeply as the smell of breakfast foods hits your nose. 

You groan softly, knowing Marcus is the culprit in the alarm situation and was definitely going to make today a big deal, you finally emerge from your blanket cocoon. The sooner you got it over with, the sooner you could get your weekend started. The sunlight streaming through your bedroom curtain catches on the silky red ribbon wrapped around a box sitting at the edge of the bed. Brow arched you make your way over to the box and read the little card attached.

“I would say I’m sorry for all I have planned for your today but I’m not. Your day of being spoiled begins now, my love. See you downstairs - Marcus x”

Not being able to fight the grin spreading across your face you tear into the wrapping to reveal a silky nightgown in your favourite colour with a matching silk robe. The fabric feeling heavenly in your hands you run into your bathroom to have a quick shower, putting on your gift to show Marcus. The sound of someone butchering Prince’s “kiss” causing you to giggle as you quietly enter the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe and enjoy the view: Marcus with adorable bedhead and cupcake boxer shorts (new and definitely bought for your birthday) dancing around while plating your breakfast.

“I just want your extra time and your,” he shouts, shaking his hips to the kissing sounds and you wrap your arms around his waist to place a big kiss to his cheek in time, “kiss”, you whisper against his cheek. He lets out a small yelp before turning around in your grasp, brown eyes going from alert to soft as he places a loving kiss to your lips. “Happy Birthday my sneaky love,” he grins, “you look absolutely beautiful, I’m glad you liked your gift.” You grin back and brush your nose against his and steal another quick peck to his lips, “thank you baby, but you know I don’t need anything special,” you scold him gently and free yourself from his grip to start helping him place your dishes on the dining room table. 

He pulls your chair out for you and you giggle as he bows and offers a small, “my lady” before sitting in the chair next to yours. You look at him with a brow raised, noticing how Missy still isn’t here and Marcus not acting like that isn’t completely out of the ordinary. Maybe he is letting Missy sleep in, you think to yourself, shrugging off that nagging feeling to enjoy your meal with Marcus. If he isn’t worried, then you shouldn’t be either. Once you finish, you insist on helping Marcus clear the dishes, reasoning the sooner you’re finish the sooner you can do something more fun so he relents. Once the last plate has been placed on the drying rack, Marcus spins you around and pins you between his body and the kitchen counter. Caging you in on an arm on either side of you, Marcus gives you a breath-stealing kiss, hungry and hot, that ends with your hands tugging on his hair and his arms wrapped around you, crushing you to his warm body. Nipping at your bottom lip Marcus breaks the silence, “we’re all done cleaning up, baby, what do you want now?”

“Marcus you know all I want is you,” you whisper against his lips. “But where is Missy? She didn’t say anything to me yesterday about not being home,” you pouted. You and Missy were thick as thieves and you were hoping for a relaxing spa day where you could have Marcus wait on you hand-and-foot, the one birthday girl perk you’d take advantage of. “Well baby,” he murmurs against your cheek, kissing his way down to your neck. Titling your head back to give him more access, you sigh as he sucks at your pulse point, “what I want to do for your birthday is more of an... adult gift,” he growls the last part and bites where your neck as shoulder meet, sending a shiver down your spine and a soft whimper to fall from your lips.

You feel his hands glide down your body, appreciating the silky fabric as he makes his way to your already wet core, cock twitching at the fact you didn’t put on any underwear. Slipping one hand between your thighs Marcus groans, finding you already soaked. “Oh yeah, that’s my good girl, already so ready to take what I give you,” he groans, one finger circling your entrance to gather more of the wetness before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean. “Marcus, please,” you moan and take his other hand to grab at your breast. His thumb rubs your nipple, feeling it pebble through the fabric of your nightgown while bringing his other had back down to start circling your clit. “Now baby,” he tuts, “it might be your birthday but I won’t let you forget the rules,” giving your pussy a light slap, making you jump.

Trying to rock your hips to get him to start rubbing your clit again, you give Marcus your biggest doe eyes, “sorry Daddy, I won’t do it again.” Pleased with your answer, you’re rewarded with his fingers circling your clit again his other hand moving to your other breast to give that nipple the same attention. Your moans fill the kitchen and soon enough you’re trying to increase the rhythm of his fingers, needing more. “Something you need?” He teases, stopping his fingers again making you whine. “Daddy I need more. I want to cum, please?” You don’t care if you have to beg, you just want him to make you feel good. Placing both of his hands on either side of your waist, he helps you hop up on the counter, pushing your nightgown up to fully expose your dipping pussy to his hungry eyes. Sinking to his knees, Marcus places a kiss to the inside of your thigh before licking a broad stripe through your folds. Throwing your head back, you take one of your hands to grip onto Marcus’s hair, moaning.

“Thank you Daddy, th-that’s so good,” you babble as he sucks on your clit, taking the finger that was teasing your entrance and pushing it inside, moaning against you as he feels how your pussy already clenches around the digit. Adding a second finger into your dripping hole, Marcus starts to match his thrusts to the same rhythm of his sucking on your clit. You’re a mess, pulling on his hair after a particularly hard suck, taking everything he gives you. You feel the coil in your belly tighten as he continues, crying out his name as you feel a third finger start to stretch you out and search for your g-spot. Knowing what he’s after, you start to ride his face, “Come on, you know what I want from you, my good girl gonna squirt for me? Soak me as a thank you for breakfast?” His eyes are almost black with lust as he starts eating you out like a man starved, fingers not stopping as they press against that spongy spot inside of you.

Hot tears are running down your face as you feel your orgasm building even stronger than before, “It’s coming, pleasepleaseplease,” you’re babbling and pulling him closer to you, desperate for release. All it takes is a few more harsh thrusts and a careful nip to your clit for you to feel the coil snap, screaming Marcus name as you absolutely gush. You and Marcus moan together as he starts licking you up, enjoying the absolute mess you’ve made of yourself and all over him. After you push against his head, not being able to handle his hands or fingers anymore, Marcus stands up. Taking you face in both hands, he starts attacking your lips again, tongue licking against your bottom him to have you open up for him, tongues dancing against each other allowing you to taste yourself and him.

Breaking the kiss to come up for air, Marcus pressed his forehead against yours, thumbs rubbing circles on either side of your hips. “Baby?” he whispers and you hum back in acknowledgement, still too tired to do anything else. “We’re not done get, princess, I want to make you feel good again,” he starts grinding his clothed but hard cock against your still exposed core. You whine, still sensitive, but soon start to pull him closer so you can kiss his chest, shoulders, any bit of skin your lips can reach. “Are you gonna fuck me? Please D-Daddy,” you whine, stuttering after a hard thrust from Marcus who can only groan in response, getting lost in the feeling of your hot and wet pussy soaking through his already ruined underwear. “You bet baby, gonna give you a big present,” he coos. Taking a step back, Marcus carefully helps you off the counter onto shaky legs and leads you to your bedroom.

Peeling off the robe and nightgown from your body, you crawl on top of the bed, watching him with lust-filled eyes as he finally peels off the ruined boxers. “Look at this,” grabbing his hard cock Marcus starts to lazily pump himself, “see what you do to me? You make me so fucking hard.” Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach an arm out and start making a grabby hand at him, pouting. “Please, please fuck me,” you whine. Chuckling darkly Marcus stalks towards the bed and pulls at your ankle, causing you to fall onto your back. “Not like this yet baby, hands and knees,” he tuts and gives your thigh a light slap. Nodding you slowly roll yourself over to get on shaky knees, presenting your ass to him and letting your head fall against the cool pillows.

You feel the mattress dip behind you as Marcus joins you on the bed, still pumping his length as he runs a finger through your soaked folds causing you to lean into his touch. He slaps your ass, making you jerk forward and moan, “so needy already. You got to cum nice and hard for me and if you wanna be my good girl you’ll do it again, but you will take what I give you,” he slaps the other cheek making you moan again. Whimpering you nod against the pillow, y-yes Daddy, sorry Daddy.” With that you finally feel him rub the blunt tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into you with one long thrust. You both groan at the feeling of him finally filling you up. After giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch of him, Marcus firmly grips your hips and starts pounding into you. “You’re such a good girl,” he growls, “taking my big cock so well. Your pussy just sucking me up, don’t wanna let me go huh? Cock to good?” All you can do is clench around him and chant his name over and over again, a prayer that he won’t stop. 

“Tell me how good it feels,” he demands and leans forward to deepen the angle he’s pounding into you with. The change makes you scream, drooling on the pillow from how good he’s fucking you. “You’re so good Daddy, so deep and big, I love you I love you I love you,” you sob. Marcus knows he’s close, thrusts getting sloppier as he loses himself in the feeling of your hot walls gripping his dick the way he likes, but he wants you to come again, soak him one more time. He pulls out, making you whine before flipping you on your back. Grabbing your legs, he wraps them around his waist before pushing into you again, resuming his brutal pace. Not feeling deep enough, Marcus throws your right leg over his shoulder, keeping his grip on your left leg still wrapped around him. You moan as you feel him deeper once again and your eyes roll back as he takes his free hand and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, matching his thrusts. “Yes Daddy, yesyesyesyesyes I wanna cum again I’ll be s-so sosososo good,” you sob as more hot tears roll down your cheeks. His grip on you tightens as he speeds up, baring his teeth from the force he’s shredding that spot inside of you, “yeah? Gonna soak me again? Show me how much your pussy loves my cock, show me you’re my good girl,” he taunts.

You can’t respond, you can’t do anything but just take it and enjoy the feeling building inside of you. Marcus can feel your pussy flutter around him and knows you’re almost there. Looking down at his thumb rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, he spits right on your clit, rubbing frantically knowing he won’t last much longer. “I-I-I-” you try to warn him but are cut off by your own cries of pleasure. Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your orgasm rip through you, even more aggressive than before. “Fuck yeah baby,” Marcus moans as he gives one more hard thrust, the feeling of you squirting on him again finally giving him permission to bury himself inside of you and paint your walls with ropes of hot cum. Collapsing on top of you, you both are panting heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath. “Mmmmmm, thank you honey,” you murmur, kissing Marcus’s temple as you lift a pleasure-weak hand to run your fingers through his hair. Nuzzling into your neck, Marcus places a kiss over the bruise starting to form from earlier, “anything for my birthday Queen.”

As much as you enjoyed laying there with Marcus, you couldn’t deny you were starting to feel sticky and uncomfortable, gently tugging on his hair to get him to meet your eyes, “As much as I love this Marcus, I’m starting to feel kind of gross,” you giggle. He chuckles too and gives your nose a quick peck before gently pulling out of you. Moving to sit up, Marcus gently pushes you back with a small huff, “one second baby, I just wanna look,” he gently says as he crawls down your body to admire the way both of your releases are leaking out of you. Not being able to resist, Marcus gives a gentle lick to your sensitive hole, soothing you as you whine from sensitivity, “just wanted a little taste, that’s all, better than any icing,” he winks. Rolling your eyes you finally sit up and allow Marcus to walk you into your bathroom and get started on filling up your bathtub just the way you like. Once he’s got the tub filled and scattered rose petals across the water, you get up and wrap yourself around his back. Placing a kiss to his naked shoulder you murmur, “I love you baby, thank you for always being so good to me.” He gently untangles your arms from around him to get you in the tub, crawling in behind you. Once you’re comfortably laying against his chest he kisses your temple.

“Anything for you baby, anything.”

[bostongirl13]

Piano, Thanksgiving and heart attack

A/N: I wrote this with the intention of continuing this story ➡ New Dodger photo  , but it can safely be treated as a one shot.

Summary: I think the title explains it all 💙

Warnings: age gap, Scott and Chris are assholes, swearing, mistakes

Words: 1,5k +

TUESDAY 

You growled in frustration not being able to remember a single word and what was in the linguistic pragmatics tasks.

"Stupid subject" you muttered, throwing your pencil across the room and letting it hit the wall. Dodger, who was lying on the couch behind you and keeping you company, raised his ears to the sound.

You've been sitting in the living room with your back against the sofa for a good five hours because your lecturer thought up an exam the day before the long weekend. Because, of course, speech acts, language functions, the theory of speech acts, and the communicative intention are so damn important that they can't wait until next week.

"Fuck" you cursed under your breath and rubbed your tired eyes. You felt your head starting to ache. And tears fall from my eyes from staring at the laptop screen for a long time. You needed a break, but you knew that if you do it, there is no chance that you will go back to studying. Being stubborn and hard to give in by nature, you took a deep breath and started reading the definitions and tasks once again.

Chris, of course, knew how difficult and hard this item was for you, so he was always as quiet as possible, occasionally bringing you a bowl of fruit, coffee, or tea, and ordered take-out food. He was loved. Even though you didn't thank him and just nodded your head, or just said nothing and paid him no attention, he knew you appreciated his help anyway. But seeing you sitting another hour in front of the computer with red eyes and tired, broke his heart. He couldn't watch his love work to death, and he knew that if he asked you to take a break, you wouldn't. So he came up with an idea, the implementation of which would make you leave your studies.

So he went to the piano standing against the wall and after a few minutes of choosing what he wanted to play, he put his fingers on the keys and caused the first notes to come out of the instrument.

You stretched and flipped through the notes page when you heard like music fills the air without effort, the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. You smiled and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the couch behind you. You listened to the melodies played by your boyfriend, feeling it sweep your whole body. The best thing about music was that it gave you strength and motivation. The variety of music in the universe is so diverse that there is something for everyone to enjoy. Music doesn't worry about anything; that’s the beauty of music.

You turned to Dodger and stroked his head.

"Dad is probably giving us a sign that there is enough study for today"

Dodger licked your face. “Okay, okay, that's it. Come on "you got up and stretched again. The dog jumped off the couch and followed you into the room where Chris was playing.

Chris was sitting in sweatpants and a navy blue sweater. His long fingers moved over the keyboard of the instrument, pressing the keys in the correct order so that the emerging notes formed a melody.

You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "Thank you," you whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"I'm glad you finally got away from studying. Do you like what I play?

"Very" you sat down next to him and put your head on his shoulder "Can you play any more?" you asked.

Chris kissed your head and started playing again.

Now sitting close to him and the instrument, you could hear and feel the musician much more clearly than before. Dodger lay down on his bed near you and listened too. Your eyes immediately felt heavy. You closed them, but you tried to stay awake. He had time, music surrounded the space him. You had to admit that of the many talents Chris had, this one was one of your favorites.

"I think it's time to sleep, Princess" you nodded and you let him rise you from chair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, holding tight. "I guess I should start talking to you Koala" he laughed and you pressed your face against the hollow of his neck.

After a warm shower and putting on something to sleep, you both cuddled into each other, or rather you into Chris not allowing a minimum of a gap between your bodies. Even though you had an important exam tomorrow, you felt calm and knew that you would do well tomorrow.

THURSDAY

Quick update: there was no exam because it turned out that the lecturer did not have time to prepare the questions. You were relieved, but you were also furious because you could spend this time with your beloved men. However, you will not turn back the time, and what was now mattered. 

You sat snuggled up to Chris on the couch in his mom's living room and watched as two pupies and Dodger attacked Scott on the floor. You tried not to laugh because you knew the video would end up on Instagram, but you really couldn't help but see this scene. Even Stella giggled and watched the whole thing happen. You put your cheek to Chris's shoulder when he finished recording.

"All right?" he whispered to you, seeing your eyes freeze at one point, you were thinking something

"Yes. I'm just happy. Thank you for taking me with you to your mother's Thanksgiving. Maybe I shouldn't, but I feel like I'm surrounded by my family."

"How could I not take you with me," he said in an offended tone. The invitation was obvious to him and he saw no other scenario for the day. "Honey, you shouldn't feel bad about being comfortable with my family. On the contrary, I'm glad you feel that way. It means a lot to me. And I can assure you that they also treat you like a family member." he kissed you on the lips to which you heard "ugh!" and laughed seeing Stelle covering her eyes.

 Later that same day

You, Chris, Scott, and Dodger came back to Chris's house. All the way you couldn't stop laughing at the guys whining about eating too much.

As soon as you entered the house, the three men took their place on the couch in front of the TV. You rolled your eyes and being a good girlfriend, you went to the fridge for a beer.

"What have I done to deserve you," Chris said, taking a cold bottle of amber drink from you.

"Don't get used to it too much" you kissed him, "I'm going to take a shower" you add and disappeared down the hall.

"Don't you dare to let her go," said Scott, being sure you couldn't hear "If you do, I’m gonna kick your American ass." he took a sip.

"Funny." Chris laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let her go."

Getting more comfortable after showering, you put on leggings and Chris's hoodie. Completely unaware that a trap awaits you as soon as you exit the master bedroom. 

You've been moving around Chris's house by heart. So instead of looking straight ahead, you looked at the phone. Chris and Scott were standing behind the wall so that you couldn't see them and both of them, with video recording, waiting for you. After a while, they heard your footsteps and they both looked at each other. Chris showed three fingers as he counted. 3... 2 ... 1 ...

"Y / N !!!" they both shouted giving you a heart attack.

"Aaaaaaaaaa ... !!!" you screamed, terrified, and you jumped up and you slipped and fell. Chris grabbed you at the last minute and pulled you close. "Are you crazy ?!" you snarled.

Your heart was beating dangerously fast in your chest, your breathing couldn't slow down. Both guys were laughing when you thought you were having a heart attack.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but you were the only one I hadn't scared off yet." 

"Be careful I don't scare you, you asshole," you threatened by hitting him on the chest. "How old are you? 5?"

"Oh, don't say you haven't got used to our childish behavior yet." Scott smiled at which you rolled your eyes. 

"Sorry," Chris repeated and kissed the top of your head.

"You guys are so cute," commented Scott.

"That goes for you, Scott too. You both are on my blacklist," you narrowed your eyes.

Chris hugged you tighter, feeling your heart beating fast. You hugged him, cuddling up to him and trying to calm down.

About an hour later you managed to play on them and scare them. In both cases you recorded everything and with a smile on your face, pleased with yourself, sent them the video, which they both later uploaded to Instagram. 

[holylulusworld]

Hopeless

Request: Dean are together since season one cap pilot, he was her first time and everything, when Dean goes to hell, she is a fucking mess, she sleeps on baby listening to his songs and doesn’t eat, she throws herself on hunts, doesn’t tell Sam, on a hunt she almost gets killed and Derek Hale saves her, they start a friendship, but Derek falls for her, Sam sees the way he looks at her, she all can think is Dean, the three of them tries to save Dean, one night she tired of everything goes and takes baby for a ride, she stops and sits on the front of the car, and she looks at the sky and prays, to someone help her to get her Dean back, she comes back and places baby, she plays the music and sleeps, later Sammy pulls a blanket on her, she is weak and giving up, on the next morning she is not there, and Dean is back, Castiel tells them that he listened her prayers and came to her he needed a pure soul to get him back so he took her soul to get Dean out, when he got Dean out he returned her soul, Dean comes to the motel and please so fluff and angst reunion, and Derek fights with Dean but she gets in the middle and chooses Dean cause is her true and only love.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Derek Hale x Reader (kinda), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel

Warnings: grief, characters death (mentioned), sad reader, angst, loss of a loved one, violence, fighting, fluff, comforting

Please be aware I do not follow the storyline of Teen Wolf as I never watched the show.

“You need to eat something, kiddo.” Bobby rumbles as you read another book, desperately trying to find a way to get Dean back.

“I’m not hungry, Bobby. Thank you but I can’t eat if I’m not hungry.” You whisper trying to hold back more tears. For weeks you are a mess. The moment Dean got ripped open, but hellhounds, the moment the love of your life died…you died too.

“Kiddo, I know it’s hard for you, even harder than for me and Sam but Dean wouldn’t want you to starve or die on a hunt,” Bobby says sitting down next to you on his old couch. “I know you miss him, Y/N. We all do. I tried everything. Called anyone but there is no way to get Dean back.”

“There must be a way. I can’t…” Choking on tears you run out of Bobby’s house to spend another night in the backseat of Dean’s beloved car…Baby…the only thing you got left of him. This and his old worn-out leather jacket you wear every night to at least smell him.

Led Zeppelin is blaring as you try to find some sleep but as usual you can’t wrap your head around the fact Dean is gone…he’s gone. Memories float your mind... your first kiss with Dean…making out in the backseat…your first time.

How shall you ever get over him?

----

The next weeks you spend hunting anything you can find. Sam tried to stop you more than once. Tried to make you see Dean wouldn’t want you to die too.

You know he wouldn’t want you to die…you can’t be together. Not even after your death. He’s in hell and you go wherever faith decides to send you.

“You should stop hunting non-stop.” Sam sighs looking at the scratches at your cheek.

“That’s nothing. You should see the other guy…dead and gone.” You state as your friend tries to give you a cracked smile. He can’t tell you he tried anything to get his brother back. Even considered making a deal with a crossroad demon.

There is no hope left…

“I’m fine, Sam. I’m going to have a shower and sleep a bit.” You lie. Truth is you already found another hunter in Beacon Hill so you will sneak out, hunt the monster and spend some time on your own to grieve in silence.

----

“Asshole. Is that all you’ve got?” You pant walking backward to bring distance between you and the werewolf. He’s ready to pounce, gritting his teeth he smirks at you.

“Delicious little hunter, I’m going to feast on you tonight.” He chuckles but he doesn’t see another man coming. Tackling the werewolf, a tall guy rams something into the man’s chest, crushing his heart.

“You okay?” The man asks glancing over his shoulder as you fall to your knees, bleeding heavily.

“Thanks…” You groan. Just now you see the man saving you killed the man with his hands, not a weapon.

“Whoa…stay with me, pretty girl.”

----

“Thanks for calling me,” Sam says glancing at the stranger holding your hand.

“She shouldn’t hunt on her own. These wolves are older, Alphas”

“Who are you? Hunter?” Eying the black-haired man suspiciously Sam inconspicuously grabs his gun, aiming it toward the man’s head.

“Dude calm down. I’m no harm. See I’m Derek, this is my hometown and I came across the old mill as I heard a fight. I found your friend and killed the werewolf attacking her.” Derek explains.

“With bare hands.” Sam snarls.

“Guilty. I’m a werewolf too, but I do not kill people or eat their hearts. I’m an Alpha, that’s the reason I was able to kill the other werewolf that easily. I did not harm your friend. Even called you, okay. I like her smell.” Derek mutters and Sam secures his gun.

“Fine. Tell me about the other wolves and why Y/N was after them.” Sam says sitting down onto a chair. Hand grazing his gun.

“For years there is a fight going on between werewolves like me and other wolves. The others are…wild…not civilized like my family and our allies. Sometimes they attack and innocent bystanders get killed. I wanted to take care of Caleb as he killed a boy some days ago.” Derek explains glancing at Sam and then at your unconscious form.

“Thanks for saving her. She’s having a hard time. My brother, her boyfriend died recently, and she throws herself into hunts. Reckless. I don’t know what to do. I tried anything to get Dean back.” Sam sighs and Derek glances at you.

“I could stick around and help. I know some powerful witches and I read a lot of books about the supernatural in general. Maybe we can find a way to help Y/N.” Derek suggests and Sam nods. Not trusting Derek’s motives but if he can help to get Dean back…so be it.

---

Weeks have passed after the incident and you must admit Derek is a nice guy. Smart, funny and strong. He is helpful during hunts and you would call him a friend even.

Sam is watching you right now, or rather he is watching Derek watching you.

Led Zeppelin’s ‘Ramble on’ is blaring out of the Impala as you dance in front of the car, wearing Dean’s jacket. This way you feel connected with the man you lost…this way you feel less lonely.

Derek’s eyes wander to your legs, back to your hips swaying to the music and a growl leaves his lips. Sam is watching Derek with concern. You do not recognize the way your new friend is looking at you, too distracted by finding a way to get Dean back.

----

More days have passed, and you just can’t take it anymore. Sam and Derek try to convince you to move on, or to not give up hope but you reached the bottom.

The night is chilly, the stars shine bright and you decide to go on a ride, to change the scenery for a short amount of time. So you grab Dean’s jacket, Baby’s keys and speed off to the spot Dean and you used to visit to watch the stars together.

Lying on Baby’s hood you try to decide what to do with the rest of your life, but you only imagined your life with Dean.

Your eyes fill with tears once again as you fold your hands, praying to anyone out there, up there…even down there to help you getting Dean back. Every thought, every word leaving your lips is a plea to anyone out there…

An hour or two later you realize how stupid the idea was to pray to someone to come and help you getting Dean back. Devastated, defeated and without any hope, you drive back to Bobby’s…

----

Sam heard the Impala minutes ago so he silently walk out of the house to see you sobbing in the backseat. Weakly clinging to Dean’s leather jacket you mumble Dean’s name as Sam covers you with a soft blanket.

“Sleep a bit, Y/N. We will find a way, promised.” Sam lies and you are too far gone to respond.

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“Where is Y/N?” Derek asks glancing at the empty bed in your room.

“Slept in the Impala as almost every night.” Sam sighs walking out of the house only to stop in his tracks. His hands start shaking as he drinks the figure in standing next to the Impala.

“Sammy?” Dean gasps. “How…? Did one of you do something stupid?”

“Dean…” Sam sniffles as Bobby splashes holy water into Dean’s face.

“I told you it’s me, Bobby. Was the silver knife not enough?” Dean mutters. “Where is Y/N?”

“In the backseat,” Sam says pointing toward Dean’s car, but his brother shakes his head.

“No. she ain’t in the car. There was only my leather jacket.” Dean says and Sam’s hands start shaking again, this time due to fear…

“Y/N…did you do something stupid?” Sam pants ripping the door to the backseat open.

“I think I can explain this.” A man in a trench coat says popping up next to Sam.

“Holy…” Dean curses.

“Close. I’m an angel of the Lord. I heard Y/N’s prayers and gripped you tight to raise you from perdition.” The angel says. “My name is Castiel.”

“Great but this doesn’t explain where Y/N is,” Derek mutters and Dean glares at the foreign man.

“Who are you?” Dean barks.

“Y/N’s friend…”

“Friend?” Gasping Dean looks at Sam who is shaking his head. “Only a friend, Dean.”

“Y/N is safe at a motel close by. She needs to rest. I had to borrow her soul, as I needed a pure soul to get yours back, Dean. Now you are back I returned her soul but the procedure was exhausting and I put her to sleep in a bed…” Castiel explains and Dean gulps.

“Where is she, angel?” Dean asks.

----

“She is in there. I suggest to not stress her too much. Her soul is back but she’s still weak and needs to rest. Maybe eat something. I think Y/N didn’t eat well for weeks.” The angel says before vanishing.

“Son of a bitch! Stealing a girls soul and leaving her alone in a motel room.” Dean curses storming into the motel room with Derek hot on his heels.

“Y/N?” Dean whispers as you slowly open your eyes…smiling. “What a pleasant dream. I hope you would visit me in my dream. I’m so lost without you, Dean. Can you stay for a while?” You ask.

“Maybe he should just leave. According to what Bobby said he didn’t care he would die and leave you alone. He didn’t think twice, only wanted to save his brother, Y/N. I would never leave you like this…” Derek spats and Dean glares at him.

“Who asked you for your opinion, jerk!” Dean retorts. Puffing his chest.

“I saved her as you were busy rotting in hell. She’s mine now.”

“The hell, she is my girl…you can’t have her.” Dean is ready to attack Derek without thinking twice.

Derek raises his fists as you get off the bed, getting between both men you shake your head. “Derek, I like you as a friend and I’m grateful you saved me back then, but I only love Dean, no one else. My heart belongs to him…always…forever…” You say and Derek nods.

“I got it. I know when a girl doesn’t want me. I better take my leave. If you ever need my help…give me a call.” Derek sighs watching you hugging and kissing Dean.

“I’ve missed you so much, Dean.” You sniffle pawing at this shoulders, holding onto him for dear life.

“I’ve missed you too. No cute girls down there.” Dean chuckles.

“I took good care of your Baby.” You state proudly and Dean sniffles. “But you didn’t take care of my favorite Baby. I guess now I need to take care of you.”

“I was just hopeless without you…”

“I know…I swear I’ll never leave you again. Never…”

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[jimindiors]

killing me → kjw

i thought i’d be indifferent about breaking up / but there’s one habit of yours that i have / not being able to throw things away / foolishly, these feelings remain / something that feels like regret / opposite from you who is doing great / i’m half dead

pairing: kim jiwon x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1345

warnings: none

a/n: this is the first work i’ll be posting on here so go easy on me! i also wanna say thank you to @boobykim @jiwonthirst & @abobhoe for being so kind and supportive and urging me to post this! <3

Jiwon was sure he would be able to move on and see the sunlight again when she finally gave up on him. The fight they had was explosive — so horrible that Jiwon almost knew there was nothing he could do to ever get her back. And he thought he’d be fine with that.

He stood in the shower, cold water running down his back but him barely feeling the coldness. Nowadays, he couldn’t feel anything. He was numb, it was almost like she had ripped away his ability to feel. He found himself thinking about her day and night. When he rummaged through his drawers and found a small tidbit she’d left behind, he’d practically sink to his knees, wondering why this was hurting him so badly.

Everything reminded him of her. Everytime he’d open up the camera roll on his phone, his sharp eyes would zoom in on the folder of photos he still had saved of her; all of their memories he should’ve long forgotten. It was like he was simply unable to move on, something he hadn’t anticipated at all. Sure, he’d been through a breakup before, but those breakups had never been as hard as this one.

Why was he hurting so damn bad? She was just a girl, wasn’t she? She was just like the other girls he had dated. Nothing was different about her, Jiwon tried to convince himself.

Jiwon took a deep breath as he stared at the one book she had probably forgotten to swipe off his desk when she had come to collect her things — while he was recording at the studio. It was a bloody book. He didn’t even like reading. And he was never going to see her ever again. It wasn’t like he could return it to her. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. The fact that it belonged to her was stopping him from tossing it out. It was silly, ridiculous even, but Jiwon couldn’t help but feel like that was the only thing he had left of her.

He looked away from the book. He wasn’t supposed to hold on. He wasn’t supposed to cling onto her. He was supposed to reach out, grab the book and dispose of it. He was supposed to forget her.

But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many late night conversations he had with Jinhwan and Hanbin and Donghyuk and almost everyone else — even Junhoe — about how he really, really needed to let go of her, delete her from his system, nothing ever left. Not the feelings, not the memories. Nothing left. Everything remained.

The regret kept Jiwon up at night. He stared up at his ceiling, despite not really being able to see it as his room was pitch black. Sometimes he’d reach over to the right side of his bed, hoping to feel her bare skin on his fingertips, but all he felt was the rough, cold material of his bedsheets. Jiwon couldn’t breathe as he sobbed into his pillow. He had never cried over a girl before. It hurt even more when he smelled her scent on his pillow and he realized that she had used his pillow instead of the one she had picked out herself. He realized that she once loved him.

He wondered what happened to them.

“Babe, you really need to throw that away.” Jiwon commented, plopping onto the chair in front of his gaming computer.

She pouted, her hands wrapping around her dark blue shirt as she pulled it to her chest. The colour was practically washed out and Jiwon needed both his hands to count the amount of holes that was in that damn shirt, not to mention the food stains. She looked up at Jiwon, her bottom lip sticking out.

“But I love this shirt,” she protested. “It’s been with me since I was like 11.”

“How do you still fit in that?” Jiwon laughed, shaking his head slightly. “You’re literally in your mid-twenties now.”

She shrugged, fingering the material of the shirt. “I can’t throw it away.”

Jiwon grinned at her bowed head as she stared at her beloved shirt. “Yes, you can,” he replied, sounding utterly fond. “Some things just have to be thrown away, baby. Then you can make space for newer things.”

Jiwon stared at the stupid blue shirt that she loved so much. He was holding it in his hands, clinging onto it, one of the last things he had of her. He wondered if she missed the shirt. She loved the shirt a lot, and Jiwon never really understood why. It was just something she was attached to, she’d never been able to let it go. She was a borderline hoarder, she’d keep things that were tattered and torn, sometimes even almost completely destroyed, claiming they carried ‘memories’. Jiwon would make fun of her, not realizing that a day would come when he felt the exact same way everytime she crossed his mind.

“I saw her just now,” Chanwoo piped up softly, not meeting Jiwon’s eyes as he spoke. “She’s here, in Korea.”

When she and Jiwon broke up, she had taken only a few necessities and flew back to her home, her family and her friends. She had cut off contact with Jiwon, until she returned to Korea to grab the rest of her things. She didn’t speak to him, and he didn’t even know she had come back until he came home from recording and noticed all of her things were gone. That’s when it hit him that it was really over, he had really fucked up this time and he couldn’t take it back, not now, not ever. She had made that clear when she severed ties with him completely, resorting to blocking not only his number but even going as far as to block him on Instagram and even Twitter, an app he didn’t even use all that much. She really wanted to get rid of him, and as much as he hated that, he had to respect her wishes. It was the least he could do after absolutely shattering her heart.

“Yeah?” Jiwon prompted, although his head screamed at him to shut up, sit there quietly and eat his food. “Who was she with?”

He almost didn’t want to hear the answer when Chanwoo’s eyes visibly widened and his lips turned pale. He obviously wasn’t expecting Jiwon’s question, and he clearly didn’t want to answer it because he knew Jiwon wouldn’t necessarily like what he had to say.

“Her best friends. You know them,” Chanwoo said as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, regretting bringing her up at all. “And, uh, this guy. I don’t know his name-“

Jiwon had heard enough. He calmly put his chopsticks down, whispered a ‘thank you’ to Chanwoo for telling him this and stood up, retreating to his room. He felt everyone’s pitiful gazes burning into his back, and he hurried into his room, slamming the door behind him. He pressed his back against his bedroom door and slid down, teeth digging into his bottom lip to suppress his sobs. Nothing stopped the salty tears to roll down his cheeks. Jiwon had never cried so hard before in his life.

But then again, he’d never regretted anything so much in his life than letting go of her. It was the biggest mistake he had ever made. A part of him was empty. Nothing would ever complete him like she did, and he had to live with that for the rest of his damn life because of what he did to her.

Jiwon threw his head back, his hand clutching at his chest as he physically felt his heart ache. A sob slipped past his lips, and he hoped to God none of his friends heard it.

Jiwon was completely and utterly broken. He knew he’d never be able to piece himself back together again. He hoped she took care of the part of him that she had taken with her.

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Hero

Chapter 15/??

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Reader (Your/Name), (Full/Name)

Summit: It all begin at the Sports Festival when Shouto’s other half met Endevour by mistake. The student never thought to see his partner fight against his father just to show him that he is wrong. It started from that instant, Shouto’s new path started exactly from that moment thanks to his friends and his beloved one.

--- 

While you chat laughing and eating, someone rings the bell. It’s dark outside, who is at this hour? Shouto goes to check and finds his elder sister with a bag on her hands. The half-half boy lets her in and prepares something warm, is cold outside. When the lady sees how (Y/N) is, she dropped the bag shocked.

<<G-good evening, miss.>> “She is gonna yell at me too?” <<Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, a few days and I will be like before…>>

<<How could I?>> she hugs you tightly, <<You are someone special for my little brother, you helped him a lot since you two started seeing each other! You’re like a little sister for me!>>

<<Nee-san, you are hurting her.>> Todoroki serves a cup of hot tea and sits to keep eating his dinner, <<Don’t hug her so tight, she is injured.>>

When you were asleep in the metro, Shouto texted his sister Fuyumi, to inform her that he will not be at home, he would spend the night over (Y/N)’s place. Read the message, she chose a few clean clothes to bring to him, and she did it. While Fuyumi explains what she brought, her eyes are often locked on your figure; you can’t hold well the fork so even eating is a problem.

<<Shouto, you found someone really amazing.>> she whispers to him, <<Treasure her a lot. She deserves it.>>

<<There’s a few things that I need to understand about her, but you don’t need to say it.>> he responds while accompanying the sibling outside, <<I won’t leave her, no matter how much time passes or what happens, I’ve decided already.>>

“He looks like a new person. Thank you so much (Y/N), you saved my brother.” <<Good night both of you.>>

 After cleaning the kitchen, the two students go upstairs. They brush their teeth and change themselves to go to bed. Once inside the room, (Y/N) turns on the stereo she has on her desk and sets the speaker mode. The melody she was playing before with the piano, is now flying inside the room in its full version. Even if Shouto doesn’t understand much about music, he can clearly distingue a piano, a violin, a harp… What a pure melody.

“The flames of that day are still like before… Once again, I don’t know how to call this feeling. I thought that, that spark was something else, is soaring more and more. It���s a deep feeling that outclass the “love”. What is this? I can talk to her for hours and never get bored, I can tell her anything and she won’t judge me…” when (Y/N) moves under the covers, he can’t resist the urge to keep her as close as possible. Todoroki doesn’t notice that he’s actually suffocating her, that warmth and that physical contact of her, inhaling her scent, all these things calm him like nothing else.

You understand what he’s doing right down, so without make it a burden to him, you ruffle those colored hair and mix the red part with the white one.

<<Hey, what are you up to?>> Shouto doesn’t like when people touch his hair, but the way you did it, it was a lovely and funny sensation, he smiles grabbing and kissing your hands, <<Do I look good?>>

<<Sorry, can’t help myself.>> she laughs at him with those messy hair, <<You look gorgeous, honey.>>

<<If my love says so, then it must be truth.>> this is the first time he laughs, <<Let’s sleep, it->>

<<Where is my phone? I need to record that laugh!>>

<<Haha, where you think you’re going?>> he traps you in his strong hug again, <<You must be in my arms until morning.>>

“This time he hugged me from behind…? He is scared?” <<Shouto, there’s something I want to tell you.>>

<<What is it, my love?>>

<<Don’t be scared of those feelings that are inside your heart right now. Remember them very clearly.>> you intertwine your fingers with his and close your eyes, feeling Todoroki’s hot breath behind your neck, <<This is how it feels when you finally fight back, this is how it feels when you take your life back. This is your new start line.>>

<<Yeah… I hope I don’t screw this up.>>

<<I’m with you, until I’m here, you’re invincible.>>

<<I love you, (Y/N).>> he tights the grip and rests his head in your neck.

<<I love you too, Shouto.>> “He’s my new light. This time, I will protect it with my life! Nobody will blow out its flame.”

 ---

A very noisy sound is disturbing your sleep. What the hell is it? It costs you a lot to find it without opening your eyes and moving it’s harder since Shouto trapped you. You need to wake him up if you want his grip to loosen, his toned body shows all its strength when the owner sleeps. Finally, you find the phone, push a button and take the call.

<<Hello….?>> you fall again on the bed, but a very familiar voice reaches your ear. Nope, it’s too early for this, <<Yeah, fuck you too….>> “…What time is?” you raise the head from the pillow to see the digital clock, “I’m not a morning person at all… I need to wake him up or he won’t make in time.” <<Dear.>> dragging your body up, you shake a little your lover, <<Shouto, wake up. It’s morning.>>

He keeps his eyes closed and moving like a zombie, he drags his body up.

<<Good morning, honey.>>

<<……M’ning, my love….>> his voice is so sleepy, his head falls on your shoulder like the rest of his body rests on yours.

“In these five months we spent together, I understand some funny things about him. If he doesn’t get more than six hours of sleep, Shouto doesn’t function very well waking up. On top of that, when he goes to bed tired, his bed hair is incredible. Maybe it’s because of his quirk?” <<Don’t fall asleep, hey~>> patting on his back, he pulls up his heavy head again, <<Wow!>>

<<….What?>>

<<It’s unusual for you to drool in your sleep, isn’t it?>> it took a while before he could understand what you said, <<Hahaha.>>

<<Uwah, for real! Crap.>> Shouto wipes the saliva and blushes hard, hiding his mouth, <<….I really let my guard down around you…>>

<<Actually, I was also drooling and messy and stuff, you know?>> you get up and pick some things, <<Go wash your face, okay? Here, a towel.>>

“Her too, huh.” <<Nn….>> he gets off the bed and walks still half asleep with his hair all curled in up.

“Man, I love him so much. Look at his hair, why I can’t take a picture?” <<And brush your teeth, ‘kay?>>

Fortunately, your house is big enough to have two bathrooms, Shouto went instinctively in the main one, so you go in the guest one. Once taken a pair of clean clothes for him, you knock on the door and speak a little louder just in case he is falling asleep again.

<<I put a change of clothes out for you here. I’m going to take a shower, but when you’re done brushing your teeth, wear this and come downstairs properly, ok?>>

<<Nn…>>

 ---

After a relaxing and lovely breakfast, the students leave the house to go in the hospital where Todoroki’s mom is. During the way, Shouto is nervous, he barely speaks, he’s thinking about what her mother said, every single word, how can he say hi to her without scare the life out of her? The more the distance is reduced, the more his anxiety increase. Once found the room, both of you stop in front of a silver square where there is a name inside: Mrs. Todoroki.

“Since that day, I thought that my presence would put pressure on my mom, so I never went to see her. I’m sure she continues to be bound by me… by dad… That’s why, in order to aim to become a hero again with this body, with everything I have…” he stretches his arm towards the handle but he stops.

<<Shouto.>> a sweet and kind whisper flies into his ear and a warm hand touches his, <<In front of you there is your starting line to become the hero you want to be. Step forward without fear.>> you kiss his hand and guide it back to the handle, <<I’ll be in the waiting room of this floor. I won’t move until you’re done, take all the time you need, ok?>>

<<Thanks.>> he gives to her his bag so he can’t be bothered by anyone, and finally open the door.

 It’s past noon and you get something to eat since you need to take meds, you are thinking that Recovery Girl wants to kill you with those because you were too reckless. Got the lunch, you return to your seat and eat. Read the book you brought while eating quietly, something buzz.

“If it’s my grandma again, I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind!” it’s from Todoroki’s bag, “His phone?” you wanted only to check who was, but when the name “Dad” appeared on the screen… You must see what he wants, he’s not gonna ruin this important moment.

Unlocked the phone and opened the chat, a message is there, “My son, you know probably why I’m here.”

“Let’s settle this thing too. Ooh this is gonna be fun!” the girl types the message and sends it.

 [Yeah, to get on my nerves.]

[I’m very disappointed in you, my son.]

[Disappointed my ass… What do you want?]

[What’s this attitude? You put shame to your family.]

[Like you put shame on your mustache… Anyway, how did I?]

[You held back in the finals in the festival.]

[I sure did. Problem?]

[There is a problem. I’ve raised you to surpass All Might not to throw away the first place.]

[You’ve raised me to pull you down from your pedestal. Watch out, the more you’re high, the more the fall will be painful.]

[Wait… You are….]

[Hi, it’s your worst nightmare again. How are doing cocksucker?]

[Where’s Shouto? Why you have his phone?]

[Shouto is busy right now. I have his phone so you won’t get in his way.]

[What? I’ve should teach you a lesson that day.]

[That’s my line. You need to fuck off for a while, but after thinking a lot about it, I’m ready to apologize to you, if you are able to defeat me and show me that you can be a good guide for your son.]

[Beat you? Pff, you’re playing with fire kid.]

[You too fucker. Be careful to not burn yourself. Tomorrow, late morning; be sure to be at home.]

 ---

In the late afternoon, Todoroki leaves the room and looks for you. He finds you sit on a chair, reading a book with earphones. You look so peaceful and content, and the colorful sunset gives to you something that warms up his chest. He approaches you and grabs gently your shoulder, when your gazes cross each other, you see a relieved face.

<<Before you tell me anything, I hope you don’t mind I used your phone.>> giving back his bag, she puts the book and the iPod inside hers, <<Fuyumi-san called. I picked up saying that you are going home late.>>

<<Thanks for that.>> both of you start to walk slowly and the girl is listening carefully what Shouto has to say.

 ---

Todoroki prepares the dinner while keep talking about his mother. You are deeply reviled that his mom listened to his son and forgave him, even if he didn’t nothing wrong for you. After the meal, the students chill on the wide living room. While he talks, tears fall from his eyes, surprising him.

<<What?>> he gets up from your lap and touches his wet cheeks, <<Why?>>

The girlfriend takes his hand and leads him to the piano. She sits and forces him to lay on her lap again. When Todoroki was about to ask what she’s doing, (Y/N) starts to play a new melody. This time is strong and sad at the same time.

<<My mom always said: “Rain falls because clouds cannot handle longer its weight; just like tears fall because the heart cannot handle the pain or the joy.”>> she keeps playing while he turns and hugs her hiding his face, <<It’s ok crying, even heroes do it. You can cry today and become stronger tomorrow.>>

When Todoroki calms down, he takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Shouto gets up from your lap, kisses the back of your hand, your cheek and rests his head on your shoulder.

<<Are you feeling more tranquil now?>> you say looking at him with the corner of your eye.

<<Yeah.>> his voice sounds calm too, crying was a good thing for him.

<<Moreover, what do you want to do? It’s late, wanna stay over?>>

<<I want to pick a few things in my house and leave them here. You gave me the keys now, so prepare to be always around me. I’ll be back after lunch, after that, do you want to go somewhere?>>

<<To visit my mom. Will you come with me?>> the man asks what happened when he felt the grip on his hand be tighter, <<If you are with me I can do anything. It’s been a while since I went to see her… I always felt guilty and bad, but I guess it’s time to visit her again, I need to move on too.>>

<<Then, it’s settled.>> Todoroki kisses you and goes to pick his coat and his new keys with a happy face. In front of the door, he turns facing her and gives her a passionate kiss that she gladly accepts. Pulling away, he hugs you as if to inhale for the last time your scent, <<I’m going.>>

<<Be careful on your way back.>> seeing him walking down the street is a new and strange emotion for you, “Be always around you? I actually can’t ask for more.” turning off all the lights and get ready to bed, she closes her eyes cuddled by Shouto’s scent on the sheets, “He was drooling… Hahaha, next time I’ll take a picture. Guess he was right too; I never realized how big this house is for one person... How about two? It’ll be interesting and funny to find that out.”

---Continue...

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