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True Love’s First Kiss

Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega!plus size reader

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Sam reunites with his first love from before he presented and is faced with the most important decision of his life

A/N: True mates can sense each other’s presence but their rut/heat will only start after their first kiss

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, knotting, claiming, smut, fluff, angst, John Winchester is an asshole, true mates, Bobby is alive, Sam POV, swearing, true mates, mentions of death and torture, breeding kink, pregnant reader, pregnancy, abusive parents (John), use of slurs like pussy and slut, consent kink (the best kink), unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool)

WC: 6.0k

Minors DNI

Sam Winchester has always been a romantic. He wasn’t really one for hookups or one night stands like his brother. He wanted to find his soul mate, his other half, his omega. For a long time, believed that Jess was his. He wanted to claim her but then she died. And as horrible it was to say out loud, or even think about, he didn’t feel his soul tear like other people have who have lost their mates, claimed or not. So somewhere out there was his perfect one.

The Impala pulled into Bobby’s driveway, Sam immediately stepping out of the car with his duffle bag, sick of Dean’s music and constant stories about the girl he hooked up with the night before. The scream door creaked open. “Bobby! Where are you?” “Kitchen.” He grumbled. ”You got pie for us?” Dean barged in behind Sam, immediately headed to the kitchen and rifling through the cabinets. “Stop stealing my food you idjit! Y/N just bought all that today!” Bobby smacked the back of Dean’s head when it was low enough for him to reach.

“Y/N? She sounds hot. She your girlfriend?” “She’s my nurse, and you’ll keep your knot away from her!” Dean lifted his hands in surrender. “Alright, but why do you need a nurse, you seem to be getting around just fine.” He pointed to the wheelchair that Bobby had been forced back into. “I was shot in the head, dumbass.”

Sam was silent. Y/N. That name sounded really familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. “How are you holding up Bobby? You seem better.” “I’m fine. Y/N has been doing all the heavy lifting for me. She’s been a good friend.” He wheeled into the living room, grabbing a bottle on the way and taking a swig. “You’re starting the drinking early today old man.” “It’s water.”

Both boys stopped in their tracks. “Did you just say water?” “Y/N doesn’t want me drinking alcohol while I recover.” Dean leaned against the doorway, his green eyes narrowed on his adoptive father. “She has to be an alpha considering how well she’s put your balls in a vice.” Bobby sighed. “She’s an omega and you boys will respect her. She’s a hard working girl and she’s the only thing keeping me sane at the moment. She’ll be here again soon so please don’t make her quit.” He made eye contact with Dean the entire time. He threw his hands up. “Alright, fine! But if she comes onto me, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

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“Bobby! You here?” A melodic voice called through the house. Sam sat up straighter, he recognised the voice, it stirred something deep inside him. “We’re in the living room!”

“Holy shit,” Dean breathed out, “I thought the name Y/N sounded familiar.” Sam turned in his seat and was met with someone he thought he would never see again. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered, h/c hair thrown out of her face, doe-like e/c eyes that he could get lost in, beautiful curves hidden behind some wrinkled scrubs and a winter coat with a scarf stuffed into the pocket.

“Sam?” Her voice shot through him, his knees felt like they would give up as he stood from the old couch. “Y/N.” She smiled widely, dropping the large canvas bag she was carrying on a side table before embracing the shorter of the brothers who had bolted from the couch to get to her first. “Hi Dean. How have you been?” “How have I been! Look at you, you’re not the nerdy little kid anymore! You’re stunning.” “It’s good to see you haven’t changed that much, Winchester.” Her laugh made Sam’s heart skip a beat. Dean stepped away and her arms opened again, an open invitation which Sam quickly took.

She fit perfectly into his strong arms. He savoured the way her soft stomach and chest pressed into the hard planes of his own. Fuck, he had forgotten how warm she was. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon that used to be incredibly subtle, now overpowered his senses, making him dizzy. “It’s good to see you guys again. I was wondering whatever happened to you.” She pulled away and Sam nearly whined.

“How do you know each other?” Y/N stepped towards Bobby, giving his cheek a kiss before grabbing her bag and starting to pull out some things. “Y/N there was Sammy’s first girlfriend.” Dean guffawed, Sam smacked the back of his head. “It’s Sam and we were 8, I don’t think it really counts.” He slumped back down in his chair at the sound of her laugh. “Yep, we were going to get married when we were 8 and then we met again when Sam and I were what 13 or 14, right before either of us presented. Then they disappeared and I haven’t heard from them since.” She placed a book on Bobby’s lap before flitting away, picking up trash as she went.

Dean watched as she walked into the kitchen, attempting to get a look at her ass but was only met with the book perviously on Bobby’s lap slamming into the side of his head. “Hey!” He rubbed his head. “Stop lookin’ at her like that.” Bobby growled. “How long have you been a nurse?” Sam called out. “Few years! But I’ve only been a personal nurse for Bobby when I’m not at the hospital.” “Got a mate?” Dean’s relaxed question made his little brother shoot up, anxiety bubbling in his stomach. He hadn’t seen a claiming mark at her throat while she was still wearing her jacket.

“Nope! Had a boyfriend for a while but he ‘couldn’t handle being with an omega’. He cheated on me with his beta best friend.” She pulled off the black coat and hung it on the hook by the front door, revealing an unmarred throat, Sam breathed out a sigh of relief. “So you’ve never had an alpha?” “Boy, stop bein’ rude.” “Don’t worry Bobby, you and I both know that I can take care of myself.” He sighed and she gripped his shoulder fondly, handing him a slice of pie and a few pills, “You boys want any pie? I was just about to start up some dinner but Bobby always likes to have something sweet when he takes his meds.” Dean swung out of his seat and ran to the kitchen, Y/N trailing behind him, laughing loudly.

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“I should go out and buy you a ring right now! That was heavenly.” The older Winchester leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. “You better watch out, I might just take you up on that offer. Any man that eats my food that fast must be in love.” Dean smiled dopey at her while Sam’s hands tightened into fists, a low growl forming in his chest. “I would but by the looks of it, Sammy would kill me.” The giant’s face went red. “Shut up Dean.” Y/N opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by her phone ringing. “Excuse me boys, I’ve got to take this.” She placed her hand on Sam’s strong shoulder, rubbing softly. “Y/L/N.” Her voice trailed off as she left.

“Jesus Sam just ask her out already.” “She doesn’t need someone like me in her life. We hunt monsters, Dean. That isn’t a life I can bring a mate and pups into, especially with her.” Sam stood from the table and went to his unofficial room, slamming the door behind him.

“Why the hell is he so dramatic?” Dean took a pull of his beer. “You’re saying that like you aren’t.” “I’m not!” Bobby raised a brow. “Then why the hell did you propose marriage to that girl after she gave you a burger and pie?” “Cause that’s someone worth marrying!” The older man sighed. “Idjits.”

Sam was staring at the ceiling, his chest tight with the pounding of his heart. He rubbed his eyes furiously, as if that would stop the torrent of tears slipping from them. “Fuck.”

It had been a rainy day. Sam was standing on the curb outside of the school, the rain washing away his tears. John had gone on another hunt, leaving the boys alone again. Dean made sure Sam got to school but he had skipped out, most likely working his anger out on the motel room. “Are you ok?” A little voice spoke up from beside him. He turned and saw a little girl, just a bit younger than himself. “Are you sad? I don’t like when people are sad.” She shuffled her feet nervously, the bright yellow rain boots she had on squeaking against the pavement. “I, I’m just waiting for my brother to come pick me up. But I think he’s late.” Sam avoided making eye contact with her. “Then I’ll wait with you.” She sat down beside him, holding her umbrella over his head. It was covered in pictures of ducks.

“Do you like ducks?” She smiled widely, a weird feeling growing in Sam’s stomach, almost like butterflies. “Yeah! I love them! When I grow up, I want to have a farm with tons and tons of them! What’s your favourite animal?” “I like dogs.” A grin was growing on his own face. “That’s so cool! We should have a farm together! We could have 100 dogs and 100 ducks!” “Yeah! We could have a bunch of different types, it would be so cool.” They talked for hours, not even noticing when the rain stopped.

At some point, she had taken his hand in her own, holding it tightly. “If we have a farm together we should get married.” Sam said firmly, she nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We should get married now!” “How do you get married?” They both paused for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, making Sam blush. “There, now we’re married!” “If we’re married, shouldn’t I know your name?” “Oh right! I’m Y/N Y/L/N! It’s nice to meet you!” “I’m Sam Winchester.” He shook her hand and then kissed her own cheek. The smiles stretched wide across both their faces and they sat in silence, watching the sun start to set.

“Sammy, let’s go!” Dean walked up to the pair, an angry purple bruise forming on his cheek, “Dad’s back.” Sam frowned. “I don’t want to go. I wanna stay here with Y/N.” He scoffed. “Is she your girlfriend?” “Yeah! And we just got married and we’re going to have a farm together with ducks and dogs!” She stood up in front of Sam, as if she were going to protect him. Dean sighed. “We’ll come back tomorrow.” “Promise?” Sam poked his head around Y/N. “Yes I promise.” Y/N hugged Sam tightly, giving him another kiss, before skipping off, leaving her umbrella in Sam’s grasp. They never came back.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in.” He grumbled. “Hey Sammy, I need to go for my shift at the hospital, I just wanted to say bye.” He stood up from the bed and wrapped her in another hug, making her sigh into his chest. Sam tucked his head into the crook of her neck. “I really did miss you Sam. All these years I wondered where you were, if you were happy. Please don’t leave without saying bye again, I couldn’t stand the heartbreak.” “I promise, I’ll keep in contact this time. I’ve missed you wife.” He chuckled, feeling heat creep up her neck. She held him tighter. “You do have a promise to keep Winchester. I’m still expecting that farm,” She kissed his temple gently, releasing him from her hold, “I have to go now, but Bobby has my number, he’ll give it to you ok.” “Yeah ok. I don’t know when we’re leaving again.” She nodded. “I have a short shift today but please let me know if you do leave before I’m done.”

The night was silent, the only sounds in the house was the occasional grunt from Dean as he tried to get comfy and Bobby’s continuous snores. Sam was gripping Y/N’s scarf and holding it to his face, inhaling the intoxicating scent that haunted him. He fell asleep clutching the fabric tightly with a smile on his face.

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“Dean, what's the point of my going to school if dad just wants us to hunt.” “Cause he said so Sammy.” “Yeah and you do everything dad says like the good little soldier you are. What about bringing that girl to the room last week while dad was hunting.” Sam was seething. “You’re going to school and that’s final. Suck it up.” Dean stomped his way to the car, Sam following after him but only after he had flipped his brother the bird behind his back.

Sam hated this, hated starting again in a new school. New bullies, new rules he had to follow. There wasn't any chance of him making friends in the short period of time they would be there. He slumped into the first seat he could, trying to make himself as small as possible, which was quite difficult considering his teenage body was starting to grow at an alarming rate.

“Hey! Are you new?” A girl sat in the seat next to him, placing her bag on the ground. He noted that there was an embroidered duck on the front. “Yeah.” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. There was silence for a beat and then a giggle. “Holy crap! Sam!” He looked up and was met with those bright e/c eyes. “Y/N?!” She reached across and pulled him into a hug. “Gosh where have you been! I thought I dreamt you up!” The faint smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled his nostrils. “Travelling, dad can’t stay for too long in one place because of his job.” “I guess we’ll just have to make the most of the time we do have!” The butterflies in Sam’s stomach felt as if they were about to take flight as she smiled at him.

The hunt was taking longer than expected, making both John and Dean antsy. They had stayed far too long in this small town and people were starting to talk. But Sam had never been happier. Him and Y/N spent every day together, exploring the town, sneaking pastries from her parents’ bakery. He constantly had a smile on his face, quite often he had an accompanying flush as well at the sight of her beauty.

One day, the temperature had been unseasonably warm, so they took Y/N’s bike and rode out to the lake at the edge of town. They spent the whole day in the water and when the sun began to go down, they sat on the grass, holding each other’s hand.

“You know Sam, you have the most beautiful eyes. They have so many different colours in them, it’s amazing. Your scent is like pine needles and smoke. Like a bonfire on a winter day.” He blushed. “I like your scent too, you smell like cinnamon rolls.” She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Do you think you’ll be an alpha? Mum seems to think I’ll be an omega.” Sam put his head on top of Y/N’s. “I think so, Dad and Dean are alphas so it would make sense that I’m one too.”

“I would like to have a mate like you Sam. You would be the perfect alpha.” He smiled against her hair. “You would be the perfect omega. But why would we look for someone like each other when we could just be with each other?” “But you have to move away soon, I might never see you again!” Her scent had a slightly sour undertone. “We can run away together, be with each other when we present. Then we’ll go find that farm and be happy. Please Y/N, please say yes. I can’t be without you.” He was holding her smaller face in his hands, tears running down both their cheeks. “Where would we go though?” “Anywhere, you’re all I’ll ever need.” She gave a sad smile. “Yeah, let’s do it. Let’s run away Sam.”

She had pulled away from him slightly, their faces still very close together. Sam’s eyes flickered down to her lips and he leaned forward, slowly closing the gap between them.

“Sam!” An angry voice called out through the woods, making them freeze, lips only inches away. Heavy footfalls followed, as they grew closer he shoved the smaller girl behind his back. “Samuel Winchester.” The voice growled out, “You were supposed to be home hours ago, we’ve got to leave. Now.” “No dad, I’m not leaving this time, I’m staying with Y/N.” His voice got deeper, almost bordering on the voice of a full grown alpha. “It wasn’t a question boy.” John wrapped his large hand around Sam’s arm and pulled.

“Let him go!” Y/N ran towards them, trying to pull Sam from his grip. “You stay the fuck away from my boy.” He pulled a pistol from the waistband of his pants. “No!” Sam screamed, trying to dive forward. The gun fired, pinging off Y/N’s bike, destroying the back tire and indenting the thin metal. Y/N collapsed to the ground, covering her ears from the blast. “Y/N!” His father shoved Sam in the beaten down truck.

The last thing Sam ever saw of her was Y/N reaching out for him as they drove away, tears leaking from her eyes as blood streamed from a cut on her cheek. “Sam!”

“Sam! Wake up!” He shot awake, cold sweat covering his whole body. “Come on dude! We’ve got a case!” “Coming!” He called back, trying to slow his racing heart. That moment had always haunted him for months. He had been so scared that something bad had happened to her after they left. “No son of mine is going to betray the family for pussy, especially for an omega slut.” John had told him that night when Sam screamed at him to go back and find her, to at least bring her home safely. He had refused, they left town within the hour.

The tall man stumbled out of bed, blindly gathering his things and stuffing them into his duffle bag, including Y/N’s scarf. He swung it over his shoulder and marched down the hall, Dean shoving a cup of coffee into his hands. “What’s the case?”

As Dean threw their bags in the car, Sam approached his father. “Will you apologise to Y/N for us, that we couldn’t see each other again.” “Why don’t you take her number? She does still want to talk to you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t. It would be better off for her if she stayed away from us, from me. We both know what happened to Jess. I can’t lose anyone else that I love.” Bobby looked at him sadly. “You deserve happiness, Sam.” He hugged the boy tight before shoving him towards the car. “Don’t die on me boys!” “No promises!” Dean yelled back, laughing as they drove away.

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Sam felt like he was dying. Dean was starting to get concerned about the huge dark circles beneath his eyes and gaunt look of his face. “Alright man what’s going on with you?” The older brother slammed his beer on the table in front of the giant. “Nothing. I’m fine.” Dean scoffed. “Don’t give me that. You’ve looked like shit for weeks now, basically since we left Bobby’s. Was it that hunt?” Sam shook his head. “Honestly man, I don’t know what’s happening. My chest hurts all the time. I can’t bring myself to get out of bed but I feel so tired.” Dean grabbed his jaw, moving it side to side. “I’m calling Castiel, you might’ve gotten hit by that witch.” He reached for his phone and called the angel.

“Sam is perfectly fine. No curses or hexes.” Cas moved his hand away from Sam’s forehead. “Then what’s going on?” “He’s healthy, there is nothing wrong with him. Were you aware he met his true mate?” “What! When?” “I would say eight weeks ago.” “Don’t tell me it was that fucking witch.” Dean sighed.

“Y/N. She’s my true mate. Cas, what will happen if I reject her?” “Both your souls will perish. If you stay away from her for too long, her heart will break and she’ll be sent into a heat that will kill her within a day. Then once she dies, you’ll go feral, also falling into a rut and dying. Neither of your souls will go to heaven.” Dean spoke up then. “You need to go back. You need to find Y/N.” “She wouldn’t understand, Dean! I can’t bring her into this life! I can’t tell her about what we do!”

“You don’t have to tell her. I already have.” Sam turned towards his brother, blank look on his face. “You what.” His voice shook slightly with fury. “I told her when I found her in those woods. I heard what happened with dad. While you two were fighting, I snuck out and found her. I cleaned her up and gave her a ride home. I told her everything. I had to. She’s a smart kid, knew what we did wasn’t legal so she threatened me until I told her what happened to you.” Sam slumped down, running a hand through his hair. “She loves you Sam, she wants what’s best for you and she would let herself die if that meant you could be happy. But I know you love her too. You need her, just like she needs you. We’ve all seen that scarf you stole from her and keep sleeping with” Sam flushed before retorting.

“It’s been months Dean, she probably forgot about me or is pissed off that I didn’t call. Even if I had a chance, do you really think Bobby would let me find her again considering how close they were and how heartbroken I must’ve left her. Besides, I don’t even have her number.” “Yes you do,” Dean pulled out a slip of paper from his wallet, “I found it when I was doing laundry, figured Bobby slipped it into your pocket when we left.” The paper simply said, Call her, you idjit. Sam took it and ran to his room.

He quickly typed in the digits and waited. “Come on, pick up.” The call rang out. He called again and again. He tried Bobby. “Yeah?” “Have you heard from Y/N? She isn’t answering my calls.” “Yah think it’s because she just doesn’t want to talk to you? You left without saying goodbye months ago.” “Dammit Bobby! She’s my true mate! If we stay away too long we’ll both die!” He was silent, then spoke up. “I’ll give you her address but don’t fuck this up.”

Sam had never driven so fast in his life. As he got closer to her, the weight on his heart seemed to lighten. He was his beacon in the dark, the light to guide his way. He wishes he ran away with her that night, he wishes he went back to her instead of going to Stanford. Maybe he could’ve avoided Lucifer, avoided the wrath of his father and brother, avoided all the death and destruction that seemed to follow him, like some kind of perverse shadow.

A pang in his chest broke him out of his trance, it felt like his heart was being ripped apart. His foot hit the floor, a cold sweat breaking out along his brow, he hoped he wasn’t too late.

The smell hit him first, her usual exhilarating scent now saturated with the sour smell of death. Sam acted on instinct, rushing into her room. Y/N was curled up in her nest, whimpering in pain. “Omega.” She stilled. “Alpha?” Her head popped up from behind a mound of blankets. He stepped forward cautiously. “Can I come into your nest little one?” She seemed confused for a moment before nodding and he clambered in. She clung to him.

“What’s happening to me, Sam? It hurts so much.” His hand cradled the back of her head. “We’re mates. I stayed away too long and it’s making you suffer.” She shook her head. “You can’t be, my mate died years ago, I felt it.” “I am your mate, Y/N. And I did die, a few times in fact but I’m alive now.” Her eyes were glassy, a fog settling in behind them. “Kiss me, Sam. Prove it.” He didn’t hesitate for a second.

Their lips fit together perfectly and something slid into place in Sam’s chest. The world seemed so much brighter, his mate’s scent, so much more crisp and clear. They separated, a shy smile coming over Y/N’s face. “I guess you are my soulmate.” Sam laughed loudly, pulling her to his chest and kissing her hair. She sighed against him, shutting her eyes and snuggling closer.

The pair enjoyed the peace. Savouring the feel of each other finally in each other’s arms, finally together. Y/N whined. “Are you ok?” “Yeah I think it’s my heat. But it wasn’t supposed to come for another month.” She rubbed her lower stomach, her eyebrows twisted in confusion. Sam himself was already starting to feel the effects of his rut. “Um well, that’s what happens when true mates accept each other. My rut is about to start too. A-are you ok with this? We don’t need to spend it together, I can leave.” She shook her head. “No, I want to spend my heat with you, alpha.” Sam preened at the use of his title. “Can I mark you, omega? Can I fill you with pups?” She nodded frantically. “I need words ‘mega.”

“Yes! Yes alpha! Wan’ all of it.” Her voice was starting to become slurred, a telltale sign of her heat about to break. Sam kissed her again, pushing her shoulder back so he was able to roll them both over and settle in between her legs. She rolled her hips into his, grinding perfectly against his bulge. Sam growled into her mouth.

“Fuck ‘mega. You’re so sexy, all mine.” His teeth grazed her mating gland. “Alpha please!” “What do you want, Y/N? You have to tell me or you won’t get it.” “Want your knot!” She was grinding furiously now, trying desperately to get friction against her throbbing clit.

Sam smirked. He could feel her heartbeat through her panties. The heat coming from her pussy was intoxicating. “Need to get you ready first.” Her panties were pulled aside and the alpha traced her slit with a single finger, gathering her slick and sticking it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Please, just want you in me. I’m not a virgin, Sam.” “Oh baby, but you’ve never had an alpha before, and you’ve never had a Winchester.” Sam stood, pulling open his jeans, dropping them to the floor. Y/N leaned back on the bed, mouth opening and closing, almost similar to a fish at the sight of his hard cock. “Holy fuck. Yep yes, need you to prep me, thank you very much.” He grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the end of the bed, immediately burying his face between her plump thighs.

Y/N moaned loudly, fingers burying themselves in his hair and yanking him closer to her cunt. Sam groaned. “Do that again, omega.” She did as she was told. Sam’s pupil’s dilated, the black almost completely taking over the beautiful hazel. “I’m going to destroy you.” His voice was broken and deep, on the edge of his rut.

“Sam!” Her orgasm was building as he ravenously ate her out, switching from sucking hard on her clit to thrusting his tongue into her. He shifted slightly, bringing his long fingers up and sliding one into her. “Don’t you dare cum omega, you’ll only cum on my cock tonight.” Her eyes scrunched shut, trying desperately to stave off her release.

Sam couldn’t stop watching her, the way her chest heaved, heavy breasts and stomach jiggling every time she moved. Her thighs molded to him, so soft and warm against his own hard thighs. He placed a large palm on her tummy, savouring her smooth skin. “This is where our pups will grow. You’ll keep them safe and healthy in this perfect stomach. I’m going to constantly keep you pregnant, keep you full of me.” “Yes alpha! Give me your pups!” “Soon ‘mega. Be patient.”

He had worked a third finger into her, it was taking all his concentration not to let his alpha take over and just claim her. “Alpha please! Need to cum!” He growled. “Not yet.” He could feel her squeezing his fingers tightly, the fluttering of her walls signaling her end. He pulled out, Y/N whined loudly. “Enough of that, you’ll get to cum soon.”

“Sam, please. I need you in me. Don’t make me wait anymore.” Her eyes were lined with tears of frustration. Sam smiled and kissed her gently. “I’ll be rough, I can’t hold off my rut.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Break me, Sam. Ruin me for everyone else.” “Fuck.”

That was all it took for the younger Winchester to let his alpha loose, immediately burying himself deep into his omega. She screamed, which only made him pause for a moment before his hips violently crashed against hers, almost definitely leaving bruises he would discover when the week was over.

Her nails dragged down his back, biting into the flesh harshly. She couldn’t speak anymore, every thrust punched the air from her lungs. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips, letting him rest his entire body against hers, supporting his weight on one arm by her head while the other gripped her waist tightly. “So fucking beautiful. My gorgeous omega. You’re so perfect. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He mumbled into her neck. “Gonna cum!” Y/N rolled her hips up, meeting his thrusts and threw her head back in a long moan. “Cum for me, squeeze me tight.”

That was all it took for her to snap. Sam gasped as she clamped down, he could barely move inside her. “Claim me!” She cried out. Sam’s teeth sunk into her throat as she did the same for him. As their bond snapped into place, Sam’s knot popped and he shoved himself into her, filling her with warm cum.

Their foreheads rested against each other, trying to catch their breath. Y/N giggled. “What is it?” “I never thought that little boy I saw sitting in the rain would have been my soul mate.” Sam chuckled. “I mean we did already get married when we were 8.” “I love you, Sam. I think I have since the lake.” “I love you too. You need some rest ‘mega, this is going to be a long week.” She kissed him softly, her eyes slowly shutting from exhaustion.

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The morning was silent. It seemed like the whole town was asleep as the snow lazily fell from the heavens. The smells of cinnamon rolls and a winter fire combined perfectly in the small apartment overlooking the town. Sam was finally content, his omega nestled in his arms, already full of his pups. He sighed, his nose resting on her head, inhaling the scent of the two of them.

A phone rang in the other room, slightly disturbing Y/N’s slumber. “Shit.” He sighed, rolling her over slightly so he could get out of bed. She whined slightly, her brow furrowing before she grabbed his pillow and held it close to her chest.

He grabbed the phone and made sure the bedroom door was shut before answering. “Yeah?” “Yeah? That’s all you answer with after you’ve been gone for a week and a half?!” “Hi Dean.” “Shut up. Where are you?” “I’m at Y/N’s place. We um…” “You fucked for a week I got it. But where is her house? Bobby won’t tell me.” “Why do you need to come here?” “We have to bring her shit back to the bunker obviously. Now that you two are ‘together’,” Sam could hear the air quotes Dean did, “She needs to be somewhere safe.” “We haven’t actually talked about where we’re going to live yet. I don’t want her to give up her life here. She’s worked so hard to get here.” “Well figure it out, cause anyone that hates you is going to go after her so she needs to be safe.” Dean hung up.

“Sam?” He looked up from the locked phone and saw Y/N standing in the doorway to the bedroom, bleary eyed and wearing his flannel, “Is everything ok?” “Yeah, yeah. It was nothing.” He strode up to her and pulled her into his arms, “It didn’t sound like nothing.” She mumbled into his chest. “Dean’s worried that you aren’t safe here. But I don’t want to move you out to Kansas. You’ve worked your ass off to become a nurse. And I don’t want to take you away from Bobby.” She huffed. “Really Sam? There are hospitals in Kansas and I think Bobby’s sick of me pinning over you anyway. If it makes you and Dean less anxious about my safety, I’ll move back with you. Besides,” She placed her hand on her stomach, “I think we’ll have some new members of the family soon.”

“God, I love you.” “I love you too, alpha.”

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A shouting on the other side of the door woke Sam up from his deep sleep. “Sammy! Wake up! Need some help out here!” He shot out of bed, stumbling to the door and pulling it open.

Dean had three kids hanging off him, one on each arm, trying to get ahold of the bag he was holding, and one on his back. “Help me!” He shouted as the little girl on his back, Mary Josephine, tugged on his hair, making her brothers, Robert and Dean Jr, laugh hysterically. “Bobby! D! MJ! Get off of your uncle! He’s not as young as you think he is.” Y/N came around the corner, her huge baby bump making her natural walk become a waddle that Sam always found adorable.

The triplets pouted but let go of Dean. They filed up to her, heads down. “Sorry ma.” She crossed her arms over her full chest, raising one brow. “I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” She nodded her head towards her brother-in-law. “Sorry Uncle Dean!�� They all called out in unison. “You’re just as bad as your dad, I swear.” He shook his head laughing.

Sam watched his wife lean down and whisper something in the kids’ ears. They all turned towards him, mischief sparkling in their eyes. He had only a second to prepare before they all launched at him, scrambling their way up his body. “Really? Sicking the kids on me? I thought my omega loved me.” “Oh I do love you alpha but you’ve been able to sleep for the past 5 months while I have to deal with another litter of your kids playing soccer with my bladder.” “I’m sorry omega, but you look so cute pregnant. And you make such cute babies.” Sam held up both his arms, which his 4 year old children were hanging off of as if to prove a point. Y/N got flustered.

“Shut up.” She said but her voice held no real malice. Dean clapped his hands once. “Alright! Enough of the cuteness! I found some stuff in dad’s storage locker you guys might like.” He led them into the war room, placing the bag on the table and spreading out the items.

Y/N picked one up, tears in her eyes. “Is that?” Sam started. “Yeah, it is. I thought I had lost this.” She held up a small umbrella, covered in ducks.

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thisisgonnafuxkinkillme · 4 years ago

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POV: You Got Wayyy Too High

Warnings: Drug use (weed lol)

Aizawa Shouta/ Eraserhead

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Aizawa as he plopped his bag at the door. You were trying to smoke weed from a pipe, but instead of lighting the actual herb, you were trying to heat it up from the bottom of the pipe.

You’d never smoked weed, but wanted to try it and bought the supplies from a local smoke shop, as well as buying some good stuff from your friend.

Unfortunetly, you also didn’t bother to look up how to actually use a pipe, instead just relying on knowledge you gained from drug documentaries.

This meant that you only knew how people heated up heroin with a flame under the spoon, which meant that surely you could do the same with weed.

“No, no, no, no. Stop that,” he ordered. You were his age, but nonetheless still buckled under his stern tone.

“Look, do you need me to show you how to do it?” he asked, gently taking the glass pipe from your hand. You nodded.

“Watch carefully,” he ordered, as he properly lit up the herb as he inhaled the smoke. He then passed it to you, watching you carefully to make sure you were doing it right. Soon, you got the hang of it.

Even sooner, though, you were a coughing mess.

“Calm it down, there. Don’t take huge puffs. You’re not impressing anyone here, y/n,” he scolded, taking another puff. He did it effortlessly, as if he’d done it for years. (He has.)

You wanted to impress him, though, even though he seemed to not care what you did. You just wanted to prove to him that you were ~cool~.

Well, this ended up in you looking very... uncool.

While Aizawa was chilling with a pretty decent high, you were laid across the bed, starfish style, blasting music in your ears. You were honestly vibing though, so Aizawa didn’t mess with you. For now.

The next day, he definitely teased you a little bit about how totally out of it you were, and how you listened to the same song on loop for 3 hours.

“How did you know that?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“Uh, because your headphones weren’t plugged in?”

Yagi Toshinori/ All Might

He was smoking when you came home, and though he tried to hide it, you smelled it. He acted as if he was just caught as a 17 year old in his mom’s house.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing! I...I don’t do anything like that!” He insisted.

“Toshi, come on. I can smell it,” you smiled. He covered his face.

“Please, please, keep this between you and I...I only do it because it helps with the pain and-”

You cut him off, “ I dont care why you do it, just lemme have some already!”

Of course, you were just teasing him, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help but ask, “...You smoke?”

You shook your head playfully.

“If you’ll let me, I’d like to try some, though!”

He passed it to you, and you took a way-too-long drag. Instantly, you were doubled over, coughing and hacking your lungs out.

He patted your back firmly.

“Since this is your first time, you’re gonna cough a little. Just try to take smaller puffs and take deep breaths. There you go.”

Once you recovered, and Yagi got his turn, he handed the joint back to you. It continued to be passed back and forth between you two until it was finally no longer than a centimeter.

For a moment, you both just chilled out on the couch together, just vibing. That was until Toshinori noticed your goofy, dreamy facial expression. He chuckled to himself, but that was all you needed to become hysterical, laughing so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Seeing you laugh so much of course made Toshi a mess as well, which only added to your decent into utter madness.

Eventually, though, you both calmed down, and Toshi excused himself so that he could go take a quick bath. He often did this whenever he smoked, so that the warm water could aid even more in soothing his aching muscles and creaky bones.

So you were left alone. Totally unattended. At first, everything was totally fine.

However, as you started to actually feel the effects of the herb, you began to panic.

Is this normal? Does everyone else feel like this when they smoke? Oh God, this isn’t right...oh fuck, I’m gonna be the first dumbass to OD on THC...fuck...

Thoughts whizzed past your brain, every single one making sure you knew how totally fucked you were.

Tears streamed silently down your cheeks as you counted your pulse with two fingers on your wrist, but you coulnd’t find a pulse.

oh fuck...i’m probably going to pass out any minute now...it’s all over...

Images of your final goodbyes to everyone you loved flashed just behind your eyes.

“How’re you holding up, pumpkin?” asked Toshi, coming back from the bath, in a robe and his golden hair still damp.

You looked at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Toshi...I’m...I’m dying...I love you, okay?” you murmured. He would have laughed, all except he saw the genuine fear in your eyes.

He sat down next to you, surrounding you with all of his lanky limbs.

“You’re not dying, honey. What you’re feeling right now is totally normal, I promise. Take some nice, deep breaths for me. Come on. There you go. Good.”

He cradled you there for a good while, until he felt your tense muscles finally slacken, and your breathing evened out.

Toshi made a mental note to never let you smoke that much ever again, guilt pinching at his sides.

Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

You had taken an edible cookie from your friend. She told you it was just a small bit in there, just enough for you to feel something.

You decided to be modest, eating just half of the cookie. You didn’t notice any effects, and out of sheer boredom you decided to go ahead and eat the rest of it. No harm in that, right?

Well, an hour later, it kicked in. You were expecting to feel something interesting, but you definately weren’t expecting anything like this at all.

Everything seemed so far away. Even your breathing sounded like it was coming down a long corridor and echoing to your ears. You could feel your soul swimming in your body.

Fatgum, who you lived with, luckily finished his hero duties early, and walked into the house joyfully as usual. He called out your name. You didn’t reply.

His large footsteps could be heard, but you were too busy thinking about how weird breathing sounds to notice.

Fatgum soon found you collapsed on the bathroom floor, face pressed against the cool tile.

Immediately, he propped you up against the wall, looking into your eyes with great concern.

“What did you take? Y/n, look at me. What did you take?”

You lazily looked at him, your face completely serious. As serious as it could be, anyway.

“...i...it was...edible...” you mumbled out. As soon as he understood, he was laughing hysterically.

“s..stop...s not funny...” you grumbled, punching him in the gut.

“Alright, alright... let’s get you into bed. You’ll feel much better once you wake up,” he smiled, picking you up and bringing you into the bedroom.

You quickly were comforted by the warm, heavy comforter. Fatgum took a moment to look at you in your groggy state, trying his best to hold back a laugh. It was so painfully obvious that you’d never done anything like this in your life. His only regret was not being around to witness your ascent into cloud 9.

Soon, though, you had drifted into dreamland.

Hizashi Yamada

You locked yourself in your bathroom, sneakily lighting up the joint you bought off of your friend. Your boyfriend was in his room, playing Fortnite or some shit, and frankly, you were embarrassed to smoke in front of him. You knew that he’d definately find something to roast you about, and he was relentless.

A couple minutes after you lit up, though, the door was basically busted down.

“HEY, HEY! You better be planning on sharing some of that!” yelled Hizashi, his hand already out and waiting. He still had his headset on, but you saw with relief that his mic was turned off. You passed it to him.

“Augh! Where the hell didja get this weak shit, y/n? Nah, this ain’t gonna cut it,” he complained, putting it out.

“Hey! I got that from my friend, dude! What the hell?” you frowned. Before you could be too mad at the waste, though, Hizashi pulled out a small wooden box from under his bed. Opening it, he revealed his stash of entirely too much pot.

You covered your mouth, stifiling a laugh. How the fuck could you have not smelled it?

Within five minutes, he’d rolled up a blunt, and was passing it to you, already lit.

It was gone after a little over half an hour, and you could already feel the effects. Your eyes were dry, your stomach craving junk food, and your brain craving chill vibes.

He returned to his game, unbothered but his volume definately toned down about 5 notches. He was a lot more chill than you’d ever seen him act, ever.

You found your way into the kitchen.

Once his game was over, he met you in there. You were in front of the fridge, pulling out thing after thing. By the time he’d gotten to you, you had eaten half a jar of pickles, three pieces of cake (with your bare hands), drank a bunch of soda, and you were headed for the chips that were sitting idly on the top of the fridge.

“oh, God...what the fuck are ya up to, dude?” he groaned. He did not want to deal with this mess.

You grinned at him. “I dunno, maan... look dude could you just get me these up here? please bro...” you giggled. He sighed dramatically, taking them.

However, instead of handing them over to you, with your dirty little fingers, he ate them.

“stoppp, bro, please lemme get some!” you pouted. He acted as if he couldn’t hear you, leaving the kitchen. You followed after him, kicking him in the shins.

Still, he didn’t seem to notice.

“Hizashi, come on, maaannnn!”

He laid himself on the bed, covering himself with blankets. He pulled out his phone, calling you. “Y/n, I miss you so much, man. Come chill out!” he spoke into the phone, trying his best not to break the act. You were absolutely furious at this point, punching at him.

“I’m right here, you doughnut!!” you groaned. Dramatically sighing, Hizashi frowned, “I really wish y/n was here to sesh with me...” all while still eating the chips. You jumped on top of him.

Finally, you caught him off gaurd, grabbed the chips, and locked yourself back up in the bathroom.

This time, though, he just left you be.

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years ago

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Returning the favor

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho, Jisung

Caregiver: Chan

Sequel to 'Right here'

Prompt: "Contagious" @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Somehow, Jisung had managed to sleep through the rest of the night without being sick again but he was completely knocked out, not even stirring when Chan and Minho got up to get ready for their day ahead. While they were getting ready, they explained what had happened to the rest of the group. All of them agreed that it didn’t seem like a good idea to leave Jisung behind at the dorm alone. At least one member should stay to take care of the sick rapper. The decision who would stay back was easy, as Jisung was the most comfortable with Chan and Minho. As the leader, Chan’s presence was of utmost importance at the company building, which left Minho to care for his sick dongsaeng. Bidding the other members good bye, the dancer changed back into sweatpants and a t-shirt before making himself some breakfast. He also started some porridge, in hopes it would go easy on Jisung’s stomach. Halfway through his breakfast, Minho felt cold and went back to his room to throw on a hoodie over his t-shirt before finishing his breakfast and washing the dishes. It was still considerably early, so he didn’t expect the younger to wake up anytime soon. Soon the porridge was ready to be reheated and Minho went to his room to watch a movie till Jisung would wake up. He made sure to move around the dorm as quietly as possible, not daring to wake the rapper earlier than necessary. The boy needed rest, as much as he could possibly get. When he was asleep, he couldn’t feel the discomfort. Minho’s heart still broke when he remembered how afraid the boy had been last night, how adamant that he wasn’t going to throw up. The least he could do to help his dongsaeng was let him sleep.

At some point during the second half of his movie, Minho felt cold again. Since he couldn’t put on a second hoodie, he adjusted the air conditioning and pulled his blanket over his legs, drawing them closer to his chest. Somehow his breakfast wasn’t sitting right and he could feel it shift uncomfortably in his stomach. It took another hour for Minho to feel really unwell. His stomach had started cramping up and being rather noisy in general. He wasn’t sure whether he had just made a bad food choice or if cuddling Jisung last night had been the wrong decision. With another turn of his stomach, Minho started to sweating and anxiously rushed to the bathroom. This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t afford having two members sick. He carefully closed the door behind him, hoping he’d be able to stay quiet enough to not wake his sick friend. Hugging his sore middle, he knelt down in front of the toilet and stared down into the undisturbed water. Minho groaned when his stomach twisted, making his mouth water. It wasn’t like he wanted to be sick but he was desperate for some relief, so after taking a few deep breaths, he pushed his hand against his abdomen. Gagging softly, he brought up a small wave of his breakfast and cringed at the taste. Just looking at it made him retch and he strained to keep quiet.

After twenty minutes in the bathroom, he had barely brought up anything. His stomach was still upset but he wasn’t on the verge of throwing up anymore, so he flushed the toilet, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth. Shuffling to the kitchen, Minho decided to make himself a cup of chamomile tea, in hopes of soothing his stomach. As he waited for the water to boil, he leaned against the counter and sighed. What was he going to do? He couldn’t be sick, he had to take care of Jisung. Yet his stomach had other plans. With another clench of his stomach, the dancer stumbled over to the sink, heaving forcefully. Though it grated at his already irritated throat, nothing came up and Minho, snuck his hand under his shirt to palm his upset tummy. When the water boiled, he poured it over the tea bag and took the cup over to the coffee table. Curling up on one side of the couch, the dancer debated his options. Chan had asked him to call in case something was wrong and he knew the leader would be home in an instant, if he told him he was sick too. Minho however, knew that his hyung was needed at the company, though it wouldn’t be impossible for him to leave, it would certainly be inconvenient. He was an adult, he should really be able to handle himself. He just hoped Jisung would be feeling better today because he was way too queasy himself to watch the younger be sick again.

Minho slowly sipped his tea when he heard shuffling behind him. A moment later, Jisung plopped onto the couch beside him and the older tried his hardest to look casual. Putting on a smile, he greeted: “Good morning, Sungie. How’re feeling?” The rapper just shrugged, cuddling into his hyung’s side, making the dancer tense. Minho tried to relax and brushed Jisung’s hair from his forehead, resting his hand there instead. “I don’t think I have a fever anymore. Your hand doesn’t feel cold”, the younger hummed, closing his eyes. Biting his lip, Minho lied: “Yeah, that’s good.” He knew full well that the rapper couldn’t tell a difference because he was running a fever himself, so Jisung probably still had a fever too. “I made you some porridge, do you feel up to at least trying to eat something?”, the dancer offered, noting that it was already close to lunch time. Furrowing his brows, the rapper pouted: “Could I just try some water first? I’m still kinda queasy and don’t want to… yah know.” – “I know. You know. Lee know”, Minho joked, earning a small smile from his dongsaeng. The thought of Jisung throwing up again while it was only the two of them home, had sent a shiver down the dancer’s spine, so he tried his hardest to laugh it off. “Let’s get you some water”, he smiled, untangling himself from the younger’s arms before getting up to get a glass of water. When he returned, Jisung was pouting at him with big puppy eyes, frowning: “Hyung, you can’t just leave me here like that.” – “Now, what else was I supposed to do, you big baby? I just went to get you a drink. Here, try to sip this slowly and if it doesn’t sit well, stop”, Minho rolled his eyes, handing the glass to his dongsaeng.

The pair sat in silence, Minho finishing his tea and Jisung hesitantly drinking his water. When the rapper placed the glass down on the coffee table, it was still half full. “I-I think that’s all I’m having for now”,Jisung muttered with a shaky laugh, making his hyung squirm in his seat. ‘Please don’t be sick, please’, Minho pleaded mentally as he studied the younger’s face. The boy was still concerningly pale but his face was lacking the greenish tint it had held last night. Groaning, Jisung curled himself into the older’s side. Trying to keep his breathing steady, Minho ran a shaky hand through the rapper’s messy bed hair and hummed: “Deep breaths, I’m sure you’re gonna be fine. Just relax and let it settle.” After a few minutes of silence, Jisung dared to sit back up and finished the rest of his water. Minho’s breath caught in panic when he watched how fast the boy gulped down his drink. Was he trying to make himself sick on purpose? “I kinda don’t feel that great anymore”, the rapper choked out before scrambling to his feet. Cursing his dongsaeng’s stupidity for drinking that fast, Minho got up too and anxiously followed the younger. He found Jisung kneeling in front of the toilet, retching harshly. The sound was enough to make the dancer’s own stomach turn but he knew how much the younger hated it, so he pushed back his own discomfort. Sitting down with his back against the bathtub and legs drawn close, Minho placed a shaky hand on his dongsaeng’s tense back and drew comforting circles over his shoulders. Jisung kept dry heaving for a bit but didn’t really bring anything up, which didn’t make much of a difference to his hyung, who had turned ashy-pale solely from listening. With his stomach slowly calming down, the rapper panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. He wouldn’t try having food anytime soon. “Sorry but no food for me”, Jisung whispered hoarsely, unaware of how he was pushing Minho by also mentioning food now. Taking a deep breath, the dancer agreed: “I don’t think so either. Do you want to go back to bed?” The younger nodded and allowed his hyung to pull him to his feet, oblivious to the older’s pained expression and unnatural skin shade.

Minho helped his dongsaeng back to bed and tucked him in, pulling the bucket closer to the bed. “Bucket’s right here, yell if you need something. Here’s your phone if you want to listen to some music”, the older instructed, handing Jisung his phone and earphones. Holding onto the dancer’s wrist, Jisung pouted: “Can we cuddle, hyung?” Sweat trickled down Minho’s back and he was in a hurry to leave for the bathroom, so he promised: “In a second, yeah? Hyung needs to get a few things, so you can listen to some music and I’ll be here in no time.” The younger nodded and put in his earphones, while Minho tried to exit the room as casually as possible before dashing down the hallway and to the bathroom. He barely managed to close the door behind him before crashing to his knees in front of the toilet, a big wave splashing into the once clear water. Squeezing his eyes shut, Minho shuddered and gagged again. He really should have known better than to go after his friend but he couldn’t get his broken look from last night out of his head, so there was no way he could leave the younger hanging. Though Jisung was wearing earphones, the older still tried to stay as quiet as he could, bracing his hand against the rim of the bathtub as he strained his throat. It burned but Minho couldn’t help but choke up more. The dancer was so in his own world, that he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching.

Chan had decided to use his lunch break to check on Jisung and instantly picked up on the muffled coughs and gags coming from the bathroom. Hurriedly kicking off his shoes, he strode down the hallway and pushed the door open. “Aish, Sungie … Minho-yah?”, he frowned confused. The only reply he got was Minho burying his head further in the bowl and the sound of liquid hitting liquid. Though shocked, he was quick to crouch down and pat his dongsaeng’s back, as the dancer coughed. When Minho lifted his head, silent tears trailed down his pale face. Chan gently ran his hand up and down the boy’s back while using the other to feel his forehead, clicking his tongue: “Caught it too, hmm? You’re burning.” Nodding defeated, Minho sniffled: “Started to feel a bit unwell after breakfast and later threw up, though only very little. Then Sungie woke up and made himself sick by drinking his water too fast. He didn’t really throw anything up but the sound-“ Cutting himself off with a retch, Minho shook his head to try and forget about the sound stuck in his head. It kept replaying over and over, causing him to throw up again. “You’re okay, just try to breathe and not think about anything”, Chan comforted, “Mate, don’t strain like that. You can be as loud as you want, don’t hurt yourself just to be quiet.” – “Don’t wan’ Sungie to worry or feel guilty”, Minho panted when he got a break. Helping the dancer take his sweaty hoodie and t-shirt off, the leader sighed: “He’ll find out that you’re sick too, so don’t make yourself suffer more.”

They waited for Minho’s stomach to calm down a bit and Chan hung a towel around his shaking dongsaeng’s shoulders. He felt guilty for making him take off his shirts but they were damp and not really doing much to keep him warm anyway. “Here, wash your face a bit and then you’re going straight to bed”, the Aussie instructed calmly, handing Minho a cool washcloth. The boy was pretty out of it and almost fell asleep right there, when Chan pulled him to his feet. He shakily made his way down the hallway, heavily leaning into the older’s side. When they passed Jisung’s door, he insisted: “Promised Sungie cuddles an’ said I’d be back quick. It’s not like I’d have anything to lose anymore.” Chan quietly opened the door in case the rapper was sleeping but he blinked at the two of them confused, not having heard the oldest come home. “Hey, how’re you doing, Sung?”, the leader asked carefully. Sitting up, the boy shrugged: “I’m okay, still sick though. Is Minho-hyung okay?” Minho nodded but betrayed himself by almost falling if it hadn’t been for Chan’s strong arms around his waist. “He’s sick too. Aish, what am I going to do with you?”, the Aussie sighed.

Tugging on the older’s sleeve, Minho reminded him what they were there for in the first place: “Sungie-cuddles.” Chan helped him over to the bed and Jisung was quick to scoot back to the wall, so his hyung would fit into bed next to him. “I’m sorry I got you sick, hyung”, Jisung whispered, pulling the blanket over the dancer’s bare shoulders. Minho shook his head and pulled the younger into his side, insisting: “I was willing to take that risk when I decided to cuddle you. It’s alright.” – “Okay, so… I’m just going to call the others and tell them I’ll stay back with you two. Be back in a minute”, Chan announced, leaving the two sickies to themselves. Jisung still felt guilty, mumbling: “I know it feels awful. Would it help if I rubbed your stomach?” – “It’s okay, Sung, you don’t have to.” – “You did the same for me, so it’s only right I return the favor. Just relax, hyung!”, the rapper smiled, gently placing his palm on the other’s bare abs and feeling his tummy rumble under his skin. As Jisung started to draw soft circles, Minho closed his eyes and let out a sigh. It really did feel better this way. The dancer relaxed and soon felt so drowsy that he didn’t even notice his hyung returning and sitting down on Jeongin’s bed to keep an eye on them.

#stray kids #skz #fanfic #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #sicktember2021 #fluff #comfort #emeto #minsung #han jisung #lee know #lee minho

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 4 years ago

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Undercover - Chapter 1

Story Warnings: Smut, rape, mention of suicide, murder, domestic abuse, sexual assault, mention of abortion, addiction, torture, kidnapping.

Just a mention that these are serious topics and are not promoting anything and those topics are specifically for character development....

Chapter Selection

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I walk into the building and feel a rush of cool air. Dammit I wish I brought a sweater. When I walk into the office I get called by a man wearing a black suit with a red tie,

"Agent y/l?" I turned my head and walk over to the man that called my name; my Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. "Yes?"

"Can I see you in my office." He asked in a clam stern voice. I walked up to his door and walked inside.

He gestured for me to take a seat. "I see that you have a degree in criminology and criminal psychology."

"Yes sir." I started to rub my thump over my fingers. "Why the BAU", I couldn't read the emotions on his face. He was like stone. "I've always been interested in criminals and their behavior the why was the question I constantly asked myself when I'd see or read a story of a crime."

He doesn't say anything he just looks. His brows furrowed with his eyes focused on my body language.

"Okay", Hotch stands up and holds out his hand. I follow his movements and shook his hand. He walks out from behind his desk and walks to the railing outside. "I'd like to introduce you to Agent y/n y/l."

A crowd of 6 people came around from all over the bullpen. Hotch pointed to all the people; "This is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, and Penelope Garcia,"

We all made conversation about how it was at the BAU and the types of cases they had gotten in the past. They were quick to disperse having paperwork to do. Hotch showed me to my desk and Garcia helped me get familiar with the system.

"Hey you need some help." Morgan approached me. "I'm already in the system and I have nothing to work on." He looks a me.

"I can show you around the building if you want; I'm already done my paperwork and I don't get off till 5 so." I shrug I've got nothing better to do.

JJ walked into the bullpen with a file at hand, "We've got a case." Everyone files to the round table taking a seat. Emily looks around taking notice at y/n and Morgan's absence, "Where's y/n and Morgan."

"He took her on a tour of the building, he was done his work." Reid says.

Me and Morgan were walking back into the bullpen when we notice everyone at the round table.

Hotch gave Morgan a disappointing look and showed me no emotion. "Don't be late. Garica." He wanted her to start.

Garcia starts ,"16 yr old Julia Martin went missing in Georgetown, Delaware Tuesday night at 10:32pm. She goes to Sussex Central High School, she is a sophomore and keeps to herself, she has a few close friends. She doesn't go out very often."

Now it's common knowledge that with cases like these it's time sensitive. "Wheels up in 30", We all head out to get our go bags, getting into the SUVs and heading to the jet.

We start to go over the case again. Hotch starts, "Prentiss, Morgan and I will go to the police station to set up, Reid and JJ go talk to the family.

Y/N you're with Rossi I want you guys to go to the school and talk to her teachers and friends."

The plane lands and we all get into the cars.

Rossi gets into the driver's seat. "So how do you like it so far." He continues to look at the road.

"It's great I've always wanted to be in the BAU since I was a kid." I look at Rossi, "Is Hotch always so serious?" He glances at me, "Most of the time but he'll warm up to you."

The rest of the car ride is filled with small conversation.

We get to the school and walk and start talking to her teachers. I asked "What was Julia like in class? Did she talk to anybody that she usually didn't and how were her grades?"

"She didn't really talk to anyone other than a few of her friends. I would try and help her to talk but she would end up doing the work independently even with a group and she would do all the work and as for her grades they were great. She was an A, B student for the most part."

The rest of the teachers said the same thing as the first.

"Okay so if nothing was going on at school and there were no suspicious people hanging around then they must have grabbed her at home."

I told Rossi as we walked back to the car. Someone caught our attention. There was a boy leaning against our car.

"Can we help you", Rossi asked. "I might know what happened to Julia, she was talking to this guy online... she might have mentioned that she was gonna meet up with him."

"Can you come by the station later we're gonna need to talk to you", I said and he agreed.

We drive back to the police station and the rest of the team is there. "So apparently Julia was talking to someone online and her friend thinks that's who might have taken her." Rossi says.

"And she's never met this guy. He doesn't even go to the same school according to her friend" I continue, "The friend's name is Kevin Philips and he's coming by tomorrow."

"Okay everyone we have a long day tomorrow let's get some rest." Hotch tells the team.

We go outside to the cars and drive over to the hotel. "There were only four rooms left so we're gonna need to share.

JJ and Emily I'm assuming you two are gonna share, Morgan and I will share so that leaves Hotch and y/n." Hotch stares at Rossi

"So you just get a room to yourself?" "Exactly." He walked off going to his room.

Of course.. "Are you ok with that, you can just share a room with JJ and I."

"No really it's fine." It wasn't fine. It was my first case and I sharing a room with my boss. Not just my boss but someone I found attractive.

Hotch grabs the key and we walk to the room. He walks in, drops his stuff on the chair and I just look at him then the bed. "What is it?"

"Um there's only one bed."

He looks at the bed and then the floor. "If it bothers you I can sleep on the floor I dont mind."

"No, it's ok, it's a large bed." He then turns around, grabs a towel and hops into the shower. I heat up our leftovers from lunch; I know he hasn’t eaten since this afternoon.

I put on some music and I start to change into a black crop top and grey sweatpants when he walks out of the bathroom.

I don't notice him at first but I can feel his eyes traveling up my body. I turned around and he's looking at me and I was staring at him.

He was buff, not ripped, but perfectly toned. You could clearly tell he had abs and a V line that went straight to..... I hadn't put on my clothes yet I was only in a black lace bra and some matching underwear.

He kept staring and I was too lost in thought to do anything about it. "I'm sorry", and he turned around and walked back into the bathroom out of embarrassment. "It's ok Hotch really."

"You sure." "Yes I'm sure." He walked back out with just the towel when I finished changing. While I was eating at one of the desks.

There was a mirror in front of me and I could see him perfectly. While I was chewing I could hear a faint voice. "y/n...y/n" I snapped to look up at his eyes through the mirror.

"Uhh you were staring." I didn't answer but I didn't have too. The brush rose to my cheeks and he could tell.

"You made my food?", "Yeah i knew you hadn't eaten so I figured."

Once I finished I turned off most of the lights as Hotch was still awake; I crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Aaron POV

I finished up eating the food she made me. I noticed the music she had on was still playing, the song was Brian Crain - Earth.

She was already sleeping...she looked so beautiful and peaceful. I turned off the music and crawled into bed. She didn't move and I went to sleep.

I woke up at 2am and her arms wrapped around my torso. Her head was laying on my chest; I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw the sweat through my shirt so I took it off.

I went back into bed and right as I put one foot in she grabs my hand and pulls me toward her.

I'm now laying next to her with my arm wrapped around her back with my hand on her waist. She pulls me closer to her, puts her head back on my chest, and put a hand at the base of my neck.

"Where'd you go", she whispered into my ear. I got chills that ran up and down my spine.

"I had to go for a second but I'm back now", my voice was soft and low almost a whisper as I didn't wanna wake her even more. It was nice, I did like her.

She nestles her head in the crook of my neck. I felt her breath on my body. We both just drift in each other's arms.

She's just so beautiful... everything about her. The dips and curves of her body to the sound of her voice.

I notice something though, the scars running down her back. Like someone had dragged a knife down it.

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I woke up first again this time; it was 6am. I didn't wanna wake y/n so I just stayed in bed laying down looking at her.

This time she wasn't holding me, she was almost on top of me; I could feel her heart beat at a steady pace. Her legs were on mine, her face nestled into my chest and her arms around my body.

I put my hands on her holding her close. After about 10min she started to open her eyes. "Hey", I said with a soft tone. Surprisingly she looked at me and didn't visibly freak out but her heart rate was picking up, she closed her eyes and tightened her grip.

"How'd you sleep", I asked her and she looked down at my chest. "It was good", She said lazily. Y/N let out a loud sigh and got up into the bathroom.

The heat that was next to me started to fade away as her side of the bed got cold. I heard the shower turn on when I went to get some food.

When I came back she was out of the shower and dressed. "I got you some coffee." She took it from my hand and waited for me to get ready for work.

Y/N POV

Oh my god, I was sleeping on my boss....all night. I enjoyed it- he didn't get up when he saw me. Did he enjoy it too?

I get out of the shower and Hotch is gone. I started to get changed; I put on a white dress shirt and a black slacks with black heels. I hear someone knock at the door.

It was Hotch holding some coffee and two muffins. "I got you some coffee." He said holding it out.

I start eating my food and he started asking me questions. "So what made you wanna join the FBI?", that was one question I didn't really wanna answer right now.

"It was my sister for the most part but also the fact that basically my whole family was involved in the government."

"Why your sister?", He looked at me studying seeing how I was reacting. When he asked that question my heart sank into my stomach. "She-", I was trying not to cry; I took a big gulp.

"She was murdered when I was teenager, I was the one who found the body...It was a long time ago but it still hurts", tears started to fill my eyes and my face was getting red. I looked up for a moment trying to blink the tears away.

There was a flash of regret in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get upset."

"No it's okay you didn't know." I was trying to hold it together clearly it wasn't working when he walked over to me, he put his arms around my waist and back and hugged me.

I was caught off guard by the sign of affection but I put my arms around him and hugged him tight.

"it's okay, I'm sorry." A few tears managed to escape from my eyes; they rolled down my face they were absorbed by his shirt. He cupped my face and wanted me to look at him.

He didn't say anything, he used his thumb to wipe the tears that were still falling from my face and hugged me again.

I started to calm down in his arms listening to his breathing. I felt protected, secure, and warm. Being in his embrace was like a shield; nothing else mattered.

Time skip

While waiting for Kevin to get here we all are gathered around talking. I walked over to Reid; he has his nose buried in a book, "Hey." He looked up at me. "Hey", "How's it going." I was getting a little nervous running my thumb along my other fingers.

He seemed to notice when his face softened a bit. "Good"

"Look I'm sorry in advance I'm not really good with conversation." I said as he stood up from the chair. "It's okay neither am I, I always worry if I'm saying too much or saying the wrong thing."

Knowing there was someone else on the team that was also awkward it was comforting. "Well since we'll be working together a lot how about when we finish this we go get a cup of coffee."

His shoulders eased and his eyes lit up. "Yeah I'd like that." I can tell the corners of his mouth were turning up and his cheeks were slightly pink.

Reid sat back down when I walked away he looked slightly disappointed but resumed reading. I was about to talk to Morgan but Kevin walked into the station.

JJ walked up to him, "Kevin?" He nodded. "Follow me", JJ brought him to a back office and sat him down. "Before Julia left did she say anything to you."

Kevin started, "I might be her best friend but she didn't tell me much only that she'd been talking to him for a few months and that he wanted to meet up with her. She said his name was Danny. He went to another high school but she didn't say which one, he was 17, and lived near Middletown or New Castle; I don't remember which. If it were up to her she wouldn't have told me at all, I was bugging her about it and she finally let it out."

Morgan called Garcia, "Hey baby girl, Do you think you can trace her phone?", then Garcia started talking "Honey if you don't think I can do that then your in for a surprise on what I can do." Morgan laughed. He's obviously the flirty one.

"Her phone is off best I can do is get the last known location....and that is in...New Castle Glasgow Park, its roughly an hour and 30 away." "Alright thanks babygirl"

"I'll call you back if it goes online." She ended the phone call and told the team.

Reid looked at Hotch, Morgan and I. "Either that's where they took her or she really didn't wanna get caught", I stated.

"Y/N and I will drive up there." Hotch glances at me and nodded his head towards the door.

The drive with Hotch was nice. We talked and I learned he had a brother in New York that works as a chef. His dad was a lawyer and his mom was a nurse. He likes dogs, Bon Jovi, and the beatles.

I told him more about my sister, how my mom was a Marine and my dad was a detective. I told him I liked the beatles, cold weather, and Elvis.

When we got to the park we noticed there was no one there, it was silent and secluded. "Walk with me", I tugged his hand gesturing to follow me. "Were on a case", "I know were just looking around."

His eyes looked down at my hand on his, I let go and my cheeks blushed, he took notice; the corners of his mouth turning upwards. There was no one else on the trail.

Trees surrounding the majority of the area. "What did you do.. ya know before this." As we were walking he averted his gaze from the ground to me. "Before the FBI?" I turned slightly. "Yeah", "I was a prosecutor."

I slowed my steps, "Why'd you stop, you were still putting the criminals away. Why'd you lose interest." He smiled a bit when he looked to the side to see me already looking at him.

"I don't know, I guess it was because I was tried of it. When those cases came to me they had already committed the crime. I guess I thought I wasn't doing enough. I wanted to get them before those cases reached my desk."

We were approaching some of the wooded pathways that broke of in two directions.

That's when we stopped, I walked in front of him and kept my eyes of the ground before looking up.

"Well sir congrats you were successful. I mean think of how many lives you've saved based on that one decision you made." His eyes softened and his face eased his shoulders dropped, he was relaxed.

"What's that", he points to the ground in front of one of the gates by the woods. I bend down and grabbed it, "It's a phone. Still has power, no password."

Hotch calls Garcia, "Hello sir what can I do you for." "Can you run a number for me...302-555-4276." After a few seconds and the sound of typing she speaks.

"The number is registered to a.. Julia Martin. Sir, that's her phone" Hotch ends the call.

"The phone was in front of the woods if you were taking someone to a public park to meet with them the woods would be an easy exit", He states.

Hotch gestures me to continue walking into the woods I look at him then the woods. "No you're going first", I put my hands up and he stares down and chuckles. "You scared?", I shrug and grin, "Maybe."

"Think about it in the movies where do the people go missing" I pause before continuing, "the woods and I'm not gonna be one of those people."

While he's stiffing a laugh I follow behind him. It's starting to get dark so we pick up the pace. We go on for 2 miles before I stop him, "Right there", I point to a broken house at a clearing.

I remove my gun, he takes the back while I stay in the front with my gun raised.

I hear Hotchs footsteps through the house, I walk in the front door; seeing nothing but broken chairs, torn wallpaper, and rotting wood. He signals me to go upstairs.

The floor creaking below me feeling like it's going to fall any second. I get to the top and check the rooms. There's a chair in the middle of the room, blood on the walls and clothes covering the floor but they are worn and discolored. They've been for awhile.

As I go back downstairs I fall through into the basement, "Fuck!". "Y/N what happened, are you okay." "I'm fine", I say strained. I slammed my back on the concrete knocking the wind out of me.

I hear something moving in the room with me. "Hotch there's something down here." I call out to him yelling in a whisper.

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Dean x reader

So I had this request :

I loved it, but it was a real challenge because I thing it wouldn’t be really “Dean like” to go on a diet. It took me months to manage to be satisfied by it. I really hope you like it. Oh, and I added a little Smut, couldn’t help it.

For me this fic is kinda part of the Become that Girl “saga”.

Warning : Swearing. Sassy Sam. Suffering and mentions of unhealthy behaviors and drinking. Jealous Dean. Insecurities. Smut. Unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this). Angst. Fluffy Fluff.

This is both in Reader’s Pov and Dean’s Pov

Words : 10.3 k (yes. You asked for it.)

Jay’s MASTERLIST

Dean’s Pov

A grunt and a yawn. I turn around, a little pain in my neck from sleeping on the same position for hours.

I drank too much last night, again. My arm blindly searches for a bottle of water in the deep dark of my windowless room to fight the intense dry feeling in my mouth, but I find nothing.

“Shit.”

One more night in a shady bar, one more hangover, and one more woman I won’t remember.

Woman…

I frown with my eyes still closed and think of her, my stomach gets sick. She was among the prettiest girl I have been with, and she was a little too young for me, I’m sure she wasn’t twenty-five yet. I remember her friends, young and fit boys and girls, celebrating a birthday.

It’s really something how you see things differently when you’re drunk and when you are not. Maybe that’s why I drink so much : the sober truth gives me the creeps. Yesterday, I was feeling lucky, honored that a beautiful woman had laid her eyes on me, amazed by how confident she was. It felt like I had won the lottery of life, sex life at least. I was on top of the world, I could barely walk straight, but I didn’t care.

This morning is different. I lay here, nausea making me sweat, disgusted by my own smell and the taste in my mouth, wondering how I came home. I drove Baby drunk like Hell, I could have hurt someone, or damaged her.

“Shit” I grunt again.

How pathetic it is to go look for a college girl to feel alive ? How pathetic it is to spend the whole time we spent together too focused on trying not to be too old or too drunk to actually enjoy any of it ? How pathetic it is to think of another woman, the very second my eyes open ?

I need coffee.

I get up and make my way to the bathroom to pee and take a shower, I can’t stand the smell on me : alcohol sweat, the detergent of the cheap motel room I took not to bring her to our secret home, and, well, shame.

After brushing my teeth, I drink all I can from the sink and wonder if she is here. I really hope she is.

Y/n.

The woman I call my friend. The person that have actually been my closest friend with Benny and Cas, maybe even closer. If she’s in the kitchen, she will make fun of me, she will make loud pan noises just to make my headache worse because she says hangover is not enough punishment for hurting my body like that. But in the end, she will probably order pizzas and spend the day with me in the Dean cave not really watching movies while talking about any kind of stuff from hunts to music, from social matters to memories, food -she talks about food a lot, with sparkles in her eyes-, movies, sharks during shark week, horror movie clichés, her childhood, mine, and really intimate things like Hell, Purgatory, like my mom, her dad, our dreams...

I didn’t know I had so much dreams.

I put on underwear and the grey robe, then shuffle my way to the kitchen in the slippers that makes her call me grandpa.

Sam is there. All energetic, dressed with those black sweatpants and this ridiculously tight shirt, he's pressing oranges or whatever, and it's noisy as hell.

"Can't you be quite in the morning ?" I groan with a pained frown, sitting with my coffee in front of me.

"Morning ? It's noon, Dean. So, how was last night ? I guess it must have been great considering how late you came back."

"You heard me come back ?" I ask, wondering how late it actually was.

"No, but Y/n waited for you, and around five a.m. she thought you weren't coming home at all, so she went to bed. That's why we haven't been running yet, she barely slept."

I look at him but he's now turning his back on me to fill a bottle with water.

She has to stop doing that, waiting for me. I told her a few times already but it's like she was a worried mom or something. Y/n is always like that, she worries too much, every cut on Sam or me is a mortal wound, every yawn is a sign of exhaustion. And even if I secretly love this way more than I'll ever admit, I can't let her wait for me all night.

"Hey Dean" her voice catches my attention and I turn to meet her tired eyes.

How can she smile like that after the night she had ? How can she give me that kind smile? I really don't deserve it. I'm disgusting, damaged, violent even... Look at her.

She walks in and I can't help but drift along her naked legs, strong and soft. She's wearing her working out shorts, the ones torturing me some days, those tiny grey shorts holding her waist, that makes it impossible to not linger on her thighs. The t-shirt she wears is one of mine, or was, since she never gave it back. It's a plain back worn out t-shirt that has really nothing special. She says it's the comfiest.

"Hangover ?" she asks, handing me a slice of her apple.

"Yeah" I grunt, taking it.

I don't like rabbit food and she knows it. So instead of telling me to eat some, like Sam constantly tried for a while, she just gives me little bites of hers. A piece of apple there, a bite of banana, a little of spinach on her fork... and I always let her feed me, maybe just because she does with that adorable kind of smile each time.

"You came back late" she states, turning her back on me.

There is not an ounce of reproach in her voice, but something slightly sad. Maybe she pities me. If she had seen my evening, she would for sure.

A flash of that girl from yesterday saying my tattoo is weird and old fashion comes to my mind and I rub my face.

"Is there a hunt ?" I ask.

I really need a hunt, I really need some action and to get out of here.

"No" my brother lightly shakes his head.

"I thought I had found one" Y/n adds. "But it turns out it really was a bear this time !"

Her chuckle warms my heart.

"Movies in my room ?" I offer, trying to sound like it doesn't really matter, but the truth is, this perspective is what got me out of bed...

Reader's Pov

I cut another slice of apple with my hunter knife and give it to him.

"Hum, maybe later" I answer, looking away. "Sam and I planned on running to the lake..."

"The lake !" he almost chokes. "It's like twelve miles away !"

Sam chuckles and puts a hand on my shoulder, to inform me he's ready to go. He has been waiting for me a long time already, but I needed to check on Dean before I left for the day.

"Yeah..." I mumble. "And I want to practice my gun skills after, of fight skills if Sammy is not too tired from the running."

"I could help you practice too" he states and I give him a knowing smile.

Dean is not interested in training me, he never was. And, unlike me, he barely needs practice himself anyway, so why should he care ? He's just the best, that's natural. He's Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, the best man, the best everything actually. Between the ladies waiting in line to get a piece of him and his friends, the parties, but above all, constantly saving the world... He doesn't have time for me. We're not made of the same wood, I'm from those who have to work hard to keep up. And I never want to be a burden for any of them.

"What ? I could !" he grunts and his brother laughs.

"Yeah right, Dean" Sam mocks him, giving me my bag. "You would probably get a stitch from just stretching with Y/n ! She's getting good !"

"Don't listen to you brother" I assure Dean with a little smile on the corner of my lips.

I walk out of the bunker with Sam's back in front of me and bite my cheek, trying to ignore that sharp pain in my chest.

That pain that fell on me again while I was waiting for him, trying to not imagine what he was doing, that dread burning my guts ; and the other, even worse, pain that kept me awake once I was finally sure of what he was doing.

Once outside, the tall hunter stretches a little, humming at the soft spring breeze.

"Why did you wait again" he finally speaks, earning only a sigh from me. "Y/n... I know you need to make sure he's safe but you're hurting yourself. Talk to him..."

"We already talked about this" I just shrug before I start running.

Dean's Pov

I stay in the kitchen, my heart pounding in my head, my liver struggling.

Of course she won't spend the day with me. Why would she ? She waited all night and I was busy partying like those pathetic guys who didn't understand college is over.

You didn't even went to college...

Sipping at my coffee, I think of my brother’s hand on her shoulder and shiver, not really understanding why. I mean, he’s her friend too, a good friend actually, but something changed lately. They are close, more and more every day.

She used to spend all her time with me and now that I think of it… She does with him now. It started with morning runs, then there were going to the grocery store together. They cooked, Sam never cooked in his life, she taught him a few “healthy” recipes while I was making fun of them. Several times I found them talking until late in the library, or sending each other texts during hunts, when they were apart the whole day.

Maybe I’m missing something coming slow… Maybe the woman I think of the second I open my eyes in the morning thinks of Sam.

Why wouldn’t she ? My brother is better than me in every ways.

Sam is smart and educated, went to college and all. They can probably talk about things I have no idea of…

Sam is brave and fair. He’s the best man I know, and if I think of one man that would deserve a girl like her...

What are you saying ? There is no other girl like her.

But above all… Look at him. He just grew old way better than I did. All those healthy craps I always made fun of, in the end he’s right. While I was drinking beer for breakfast and eating fat crap, he was running, practicing. And yes, during hunts we're equals, because I was raised in this life, but if I had to catch him running, I would have a heart attack before he breaks a sweat.

I never cared about all of this. About having abs, comparing my body to my brother's, or about being healthy for that matters. Because let's be honest, I never really cared about myself. And girls like me…Right ?

Stupid.

What girls though. It was a long time since Cassie, since Lisa... And lately the one-night stands have had a bitter taste.

Sex with stranger was fun at first, for years it was. New body, new voice, new taste, and skin and preferences... I guess a guy feels pride by having sex with a lot of different women. But most of the time it's far from great and I’m tired of starting over every time.

I just wonder how it feels to actually get to know someone intimately, to learn what makes them squirm, their secrets, to wake up next to a friend... Love must be so nice.

The only person I can think of is her, Y/n. The woman that is my friend and the only one I want tell my secrets, the things that make me squirm...

My Y/n.

I grunt, my heart beating too fast because of hangover, my skin still smells alcohol despite the shower.

I'm such a wreck and she's so pure. That woman overcame bad things, and I have seen her so depressed that she barely could move at all for days in the beginning of our friendship. And yet, here she is, smiling, running and dancing in the library at night, making me want to be better every day, to think more, be less self-destructive, to feel pride more than shame. Pride for helping people, pride for my little brother that I helped grow up, and pride for being her friend.

She’s always there, smiling when I need a smile, listening even when I can’t talk, rolled up asleep on a little corner of my bed when I had a night of nightmares. Her hand was in my back when mom betrayed us and chose to leave, like it was the only thing keeping me up…

I can’t imagine her gone, impossible. And I’m realizing, I can’t imagine her in the arms of another man. That’s selfish, but I have to admit it now. I love her. And I want her, I need her.

Yet all I do is pushing her in my brother’s arms. In my brother’s strong and fit arms…

Reader’s Pov

I’m running, my feet hurt and I have a stitch on my left side, my thighs are already sore and my skin and lungs are burning. But I ignore them. I run.

I run to ignore my imagination and the images it brings. Dean laying on his back, giving his precious body to a blond girl that doesn’t even know who he is, how lucky she is. Dean grunting when she swallows around him. Dean grabbing her hair, biting her neck, coming inside her. Dean with two girls, why not…

I run.

“Y/n !” Sam’s voice interrupts me. “Wow, easy tiger.”

Out of breath, he puts his hands on his knees and frowns at me.

“You know the point of all of this is not to faint ? It’s about endurance, not a sprint or a race.”

“I’m sorry, Sam” I sigh, my body screaming at me even more now that I stopped.

“Is this about Dean ?” he asks, making me roll my eyes.

“How running too fast could be about your brother ?” I grunt.

“You know perfectly why I say that” he shrugs, drinking from his water bottle. “Avoiding him won’t prevent the hurt.”

“It avoids the nausea from smelling cheap perfume on him at least…” saying that, I sit on a bench that is close in a huff. “I just…” I sigh, burying my face in my hands. “How do I avoid the hurt then ?”

“Talk to him” my friend says, joining me on the bench to sit next to me, his tall shadow wrapping me like angel wings, hiding me from this world I hate right now.

“Don’t be ridiculous” I scoff. “Hey Dean, could you not have sex with anyone ? It hurts me. Thank you.”

Sam lets out a chuckle and bumps my shoulder with his giant arm.

A woman in an elegant sports outfit runs pass us, her tall form bouncing on her thin legs with grace, making her shiny hair fly. Dean would like her, he would totally sleep with her… Oh wait, we’re in Lebanon, there aren’t many girls that pretty around here, maybe he already did…

“How about ‘I have feelings for you’ ?”Sam suggests with puppy eyes and a childish adorable shrug.

I sigh, rubbing my face. Why doesn’t Sam understand ?

“Yeah so it can make our friendship awkward forever, with pity and shit” I look down at my hands. “Or so he chooses to erase my memory like he did with Lisa ?”

A silence falls between us.

Sam knows what I think of this, how angry it makes me. Of course I don’t want to see him with Lisa, in fact my heart arches each time I think of what they had together, but take those memories from her… It wasn’t his choice to make. I happened to put myself in her shoes and hated it. I would rather long for a single smile from him all my life than being amputated of the only part of me I cherish : My love for him.

The second reason I hate it is because of what it says about him : Dean is really convinced that he is not good enough. For anything, for anyone.

During one of our nights in the Dean cave together, not really watching movies and drinking whiskey, he talked about it. And I know how much Lisa and him were meant to break up eventually. She wasn’t a hunter, and she didn’t really want to know about this life, even if she respected it. He was holding on to her like she was his only chance at happiness because, in his mind, happiness can’t come with the hunter life.

Erasing her memory was not only a way to “protect her”, it was a closure for him. Away of closing the normal life door forever and throw away the key.

“You know he doesn’t think he deserves…” Sam starts but I cut him.

“Don’t.”

I am a hunter. And despite the fact that I am desperately in love with my friend and going crazy with jealousy, I am pretty happy.

I am happy with my life, my heroic, never boring, full of magic life. I mean, they lost a lot, but do they think people with an apple pie life don’t ? Before I became a hunter, I went to so many funerals that the funeral home employees knew me personally before I hit puberty. And when you lose your family to cancer and heart attack, or suicide… You don’t even get to know for sure they’re in Heaven.

But I am a hunter now, and I know. I am relieved and I feel safer, because magic exists, Heaven exists, and angels, even if they are quite different from what I had imagined.

“I just want Dean to be happy” I sigh and Sam’s giant hand rubs my back.

That’s the truth. I wish with all my heart that Dean would realize he can be happy now. That the horror he has been through is over, and that the hunter life he can’t quit doesn’t mean he has to be miserable.

And that is the reason I have to be the best friend I can. That’s the reason I have to swallow that jealousy that is making me bitter, to just love him, as selflessly as I can.

“Can we go home ?” I ask and Sam nods.

Dean’s Pov

I close the bathroom closet and swallow the pill, bending to drink water from the sink, then stand in front of the mirror.

I never really thought of it, but I’m a little pudgy. My hips are not straight and firm, is my butt a little large ? I frown, making my wrinkles appear and sigh. And those freckles… I never really paid attention to them until that college girl said something about it. Something with a kind smile but her mean girl voice betraying her : “I guess it’s cute, but it always kinda look like the skin is dirty, you don’t have too many on the face so it’s okay”. Why do I have so many freckles ? Dad didn’t, mom either I think, not on her face anyway, and Sam… Sam’s skin is darker than mine, and perfectly smooth. Y/n must like that too.

Stop whining like a teen.

I walk to my room and sit there, trying to ignore the voices in my head saying Y/n likes my brother. Does he like her too ?

I take my headphones and turn the music on loud, closing my eyes, too bad for the headache, the silence is worse anyway.

I’m in Hell, tied up like Alastair used to chain me, but I’m not hurt. Sam enters and points his finger at me.

“You will never be as good as me” he says. “Dad was better, I am better, and the woman you love ?” His laugh is terrifying, evil.

He puts his finger on my stomach and pushes it harder and harder on me, until it hurts.

Until it hurts a lot.

“You’re soft” he says, covering my whines of pain, that come out with my child voice now. “Dad was right, you’re too soft. Your heart is soft, your body too. You couldn’t say no to Alastair, like you can’t say no to a burger” his finger is so strong, like metal, and it feels like it is going to go through my skin and muscles any moment. “You have no self-control. You’re pathetic, Dean… Dean ? Dean.”

I gasp, half sitting when I open my eyes.

“Sorry” Y/n says, and I look up to find her next to my bed, her hands up in a peace gesture.

“You’re back ?” I ask, still slightly panting.

The sight of her worried face makes my heart slow, and I notice she’s wearing that comfy pajama of hers, the very loose t-shirt draping lazily from her body, embracing her sweet curves.

“I got tired of running” she smiles kindly, finally plunging her hands in her sweatpants pockets.

I grunt and look at my watch, I have been sleeping a few hours, and I think the hangover is gone.

“I came to ask you if you were hungry and… You didn’t seem well” she nibbles at her lips. “Sorry if I scared you.”

I rub my eyes and give her a weak smile.

“You didn’t” I state. “I’m super hungry, yeah.”

I am. When I drink like that, I often skip diner.

I get up and grunt, rubbing my eyes. I thank her, walk to the kitchen with her and sit at the table in a sigh.

“So” she says with that radiant smile on her face. “I was thinking of making burgers. I know I don’t cook them as good as you, but !”

She turns around and shows me her phone screen, moving it too much in her enthusiasm for me to see anything. I chuckle and grab her wrist to still it, enjoying the softness of her skin under my fingers. On the phone, a recipe. “The best burger possible”, with descriptions of how to make the onions crispy, and to make the best sauce…

“Maybe I will finally make burgers as good as yours or close” she states, taking her hand back to read the recipe.

“You know you’re cute ?” I state, but I can’t give her the tender expression I intend to, as my dream comes back to me.

Maybe I should learn to say no to a burger.

“Not as much as your sleepy head” she chants.

“You know…” I clear my throat. “Maybe for once, we should eat what you like and not my greasy crap, like Sam says.”

She stops and turns to me with a pan in her hand and a surprised look.

“But” she pouts. “Me like burger.”

I look down, trying to think of something to say, she actually looks a little disappointed. She was so proud of what she had found… That woman is like a ray of sun.

When I’m about to tell her that I would love to taste her burger, regretting having made her beautiful smile fade, she puts her phone on the table before me and starts looking in the fridge.

“I get it Dean.”

“Really ?”

“Too much alcohol, your grandpa stomach is fragile” she chuckles and I wonder how she seem to never show real hurt, annoyance or disappointment at anything I say. "Okay, you asked for it, I prepare the same for you as I do for Sam and me."

“Yeah…” I mumble.

My eyes fall on her phone and my heart flutters. She forgot to lock it, and it’s the first time I see her wallpaper picture. It’s us. Just me and her. I remember that day.

It was last summer, we were hunting a Wendigo that attacked campers, and had to camp ourselves in the wood for a night to find it. It was a beautiful night. When the photo was taken, I was telling a story, standing with a large smile on my face and a beer in my hand. Y/n came close, I don't remember why, and she wrapped her arms around me, holding my waist with her head on my shoulder.

The picture really looks like we were a couple. She's staring up at me while I tell the story, her face inches away from mine. Behind us, that beautiful lake and a part of her blue tent. I don't remember who took this photo, and I think this moment must have been very short, or I would remember it. Maybe she just came that close to tell me something in the ear, maybe it was one of those quick hugs she gives me when I say something sad or mention being hurt.

Why would she have that on her screen ? Before I can think of it further, her phone locks by itself and becomes black.

I look up, her back is still on me, she's cutting something. With a discreet finger, I touch her phone, trying to make the photo appear again but her lock screen makes me sigh.

Sam, of course Sam. It's a selfie they took together, simple and cute, both looking at the phone my brother is holding.

"I'm afraid you'll still be hungry after th-" she turns around and her eyes fall on my finger on her phone. "But if you are, there is pie" she states, taking her phone to put it in the back pocket of her jeans.

Like she needed to hide something, like she was embarrassed that I saw that Sam is on her screen.

She arranges her salad or whatever she's making, puts a plate in front of me, and two others for Sam and her.

"Sam !" she calls and I look down at the plate.

I must say my it is pretty, all colorful. I recognize avocado, tomatoes... But as pretty as it is, it doesn't make me hungry, rabbit food never does.

"Oh wow, Dean is grounded or something ?" my brother chuckles, entering the kitchen.

"Leave him alone" she answers before I can make a comment. "His stomach is still upset."

Sam gives me suspicious look, I never ate this kind of veggie plate in my life, if my stomach is really upset, I wait an hour, and the second it's better, I fill it with beef jerky.

I can see my brother is waiting for me to make a comment, complain. But when I don't, he just shrugs and starts eating, talking to her about something I don't listen to. I take a piece of avocado with my fork and when I look up to her, she's staring at me, her beautiful eyes searching my face.

"You can change your mind Deanie. I can still make bacon" she smiles.

"N-no really I'm okay" I state, eating a green thing without enthusiasm.

"Oh wow" Sam sneers. "Dean says no to bacon !"

I swallow the lump in my throat and feel my cheek redden despite my effort to be as stern as possible. I don't need his smart words, and I don't need to see them being so perfect with each other. Getting up, I put the fork down.

"You know Sam, I actually can say no from time to time."

Leaving the room, I rub my face.

Reader's Pov

I stay still, my eyes on the kitchen exit where Dean just disappeared. Something is wrong, really wrong.

I have seen Dean sad, grumpy and pushing people away, but this is new.

"I should go check on him after diner" Sam says. "He obviously have something on his mind."

"Yeah..."

My phone buzzes, it's him.

Hey Sweetheart, I'm sorry for leaving without eating what you prepared. Please tell Sam to not check on me. I'm going to bed, I'm just tired.

Dean is never "just tired".

Okay Deanie. Don't worry for the food. Please if you need something, remember I'm right here.

Dean didn't come out of his room at all.

I waited a little in the kitchen, finishing that stupid show I had started the day before, when he was out with yet another woman. I was hoping maybe he would show up to eat something, and then I could talk to him, but he didn't.

"Y/n" Sam's voice makes me jump slightly, frowning at the too bright light. "Did you fell asleep out of bed again ?"

I look around, my laptop battery died, I don't know how long ago and I have no idea of what time it is.

My friend lets out a deep sigh, offers me his hand and closes my laptop. I get up and follow him, a new ache in my back.

"What was it this time ?" he asks opening the door to my room. "And don't say it has nothing to do with him."

I frown, close the door and sigh letting myself fall sitting on my bed.

"He didn't eat" I mutter and Sam rolls his eyes. "What ? You admitted yourself that something is off."

"Can I sit ?" he asks, taking place beside me on the bed when I nod. "Your crush for my brother, it was cute at first..."

I can see him hesitate, and I know I won't like what he has to say.

"But ?"

"But this is getting unhealthy" he looks down. "You know I love my brother, b-but I think he's not a good thing for you in the end."

My eyes get wet but I keep listening silently.

"Dean is... We all are damaged. You can't stand seeing him angry or hurt but, you know, he is most of the time. Y/n you can't keep spending your nights on wooden chairs just in case he need a freaking sandwich. You're a hunter, a warrior !"

I want to protest, it's not that simple. But nothing come out of my mouth. When tears roll on my face, he opens his arms, welcoming me against him.

I can't love Dean less, he knows that. But for the first time, he's telling me that he disagrees ; and that changes everything. Sam was always the one kindly making fun of me or taking pictures discreetly for me to stare at on my phone at night. What if he decides he has to talk to Dean ? What if he gets tired of me, his best friend ? And what if he's right ?

"You have to talk to him" he states, making my fears cut my air supply for a moment.

"I-I can't" I sob, half panicking.

"You know he really loves you..."

I let go of his arms, not really wanting to hear more but he keeps holding me.

"What are you so afraid of ?" he sighs.

Dean's Pov

I'm hungry. My stomach is gurgling and I feel a little dizzy, I need to eat, it's not like I was going to be more like Sam by starving or skipping meals anyway. I will never be like him. More like Sam is not only a muscle thing, he's also taller, smarter, better...

Coming out of my room, I rub my face, thinking of her pretty face a little shocked when I left. I should apologize.

After a very quick shower, I put on my grey robe and slippers again, walking to her room slowly.

I rarely felt that weak, after my heart failure years ago, or after a big blood loss... But hunger like that, I didn't feel it since that week dad left and I lost the food money. I was ten or eleven... I remember feeding Sammy with stolen food, and eating only the leftovers, a piece of fruit, a crust of bread... Sam was starting to realize something was odd. I was so tired...

I am so tired.

I ate eggs at lunch the day I went out, then nothing on the evening. And yesterday... Nothing either. I haven't eaten for like forty hours, not even the crusts of Sam's sandwich or three gummy bears he forgot on the nightstand this time. And I'm starting to shake.

It's enough. I will apologize, make coffee and breakfast for both of us, and ask her to come to my room to continue our "What you haven't seen that ? It's a classic !" marathon movie.

Just when I'm about to knock at her door, it opens.

Sam.

My brother comes out of her room... in the morning ; his perfect pecks showing through his t-shirt and his arms covered of superman veins.

"Dean" he says, surprised.

Then he closes the door behind him, not letting me in, and I feel my blood go down on my feet, making me dizzy.

"Give her a minute" he states, and leaves.

I stay in front of the door, looking at it like I could see through it. A minute ? What, is she still naked ? Panting ? Dirty ?... I shake my head.

I can't.

I...

She's my Y/n, how can he touch her ? How can he ? I need her, I need her for me... I can't...

My breath is short and I try to fight the crushing wave of emotions almost making me fall on my knees. Sam is better, I'm a grunt, I'm damaged, dumb, unworthy... And I'm freaking fat !

The door opens and Y/n bumps on my chest jumps, very surprised to find me here.

"Dean ?" she give me a well faked smile but it fades the second her eyes meet mine. "Dean... Are you okay ?"

I nod but I know the devastating hurricane raging inside of me is showing. And I'm not sure to feel my heart anymore.

"Deanie, did something happen ?"

"N-no" I state.

"Let's get breakfast" she frowns suspiciously. "I told Sammy that I wouldn't run this morning."

Why ? Are you tired ? Sore ? Did he hurt you ?

"I'm not hungry" I state.

The truth is I can't swallow anything right now.

"Not angry ?" she bites her lip. "What is it Dean ? Are you going on a hunger strike ?"

"No" I say and realize my tone is defensive.

She sighs and looks down, licking her lips, probably to taste my brother here...

"I'm worried" she whispers. "You didn't eat at all yesterday, and I know for a fact that you didn't get up for food."

"How can you be sure ?"

Her eyes are suddenly wet, and now I know what that fake smile was hiding : tears. It's enough to make me forget in a second about my own pain, about the crushing feeling on my heart.

"Because I slept in the kitchen again" she says a little coldly before walking pass me.

Reader's Pov

I have to hide my face. I can't deal with Dean telling me my love unhealthy too, or with his questions. And I can't cry before him, I wouldn't know how to explain it.

I enter the kitchen and take eggs and bacon from the fridge. Hungry or not, he will eat a little, he needs it.

Not hungry... Is he sick ?

"Y/n..." he sighs behind me, but I don't answer, breaking the delicate eggshells against the pan edge. "Why did you sleep there ?"

"I don't know" I just say. "Why aren't you eating ?"

"I eat, Y/n."

"Not lately, no. S-so now I make you a real breakfast, like you like it, with meat and fat."

"Maybe I should stop eating that..." he mumbles for himself, but I hear him and turn around.

"What ?"

His whole body language changed. He doesn't stand with that confidence and dominance he usually has. He's hurt, hurt bad. He looks tired and pale, but not only...

"What is going on between Sam and you ?" he asks, low.

"Sam ?"

I slightly shake my head in confusion.

I don't understand his question, I don't understand the pain on his face. Something happened when he went out, did someone hurt him ?

Suddenly, a smell of burn come to my nose : the eggs ! I turn and try to save them but Dean's strong wrist grabs mine, making me turn to him.

"Answer please."

His voice is more somber than angry, but his gesture is firm and he's shaking. I can see the fire raging inside of him.

"What do you mean going on ? Dean... The food" I try to turn.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT FOOD !" he suddenly yells, my heart racing and eyes wetting instantly. "I HAD ENOUGH FOOD FOR AN ENTIRE LIFE !"

His vise fingers suddenly lets go of my wrist and he takes a step back, fear on his features, like he was afraid of his own emotions. Dean is an impressive and dangerous man, but I will never be scared of him.

I wipe the tears that escaped my eyes and, on the surface calmly, turn off the fire under the burned eggs. Then I get closer to him and take his hand, way softer than he took mine a second before, under the slightly too long sleeves of his adorable robe. I decided I would be a better friend, it's my chance to be.

"If you precise your question, Deanie, I will answer. I just don't really get it" my eyes are on him, kind but firm, like I was taming a wolf.

"I..."

He doesn't manage to finish his sentence, the gearwheels of his mind visible behind his sparkling eyes. If I don't help him, he will run away, and burry it forever.

"What do you think is going on between Sam and me ?" I ask, noticing his lips are really white, even more than before. But I know he won't agree to eat right now, not until we fix what is bothering him. "Do you think, we're hiding something ?"

That would explain why he was staring at my phone yesterday. Sam and him have been deceived so often, lied to...

"Are you together ?" he cuts my thoughts. "Or is it just casual ?"

"What ? No !" I frown, letting go of his hand just a second. "Dean... Sam is my friend."

"He's perfect" he whispers.

You're perfect.

"He's amazing" I nod. "Sam is one of the best person I know..."

"He's handsome" he cuts me.

I search his face, and he nervously licks his lips. I take his hand again shyly, just the tip of his fingers. He will close again because he regrets those words. I have to answer quickly even if I'm really wondering what this is about.

"H-he is" I state. "Not really my type but he really is a beautiful man."

"You're always together... He... He slept in your bedroom" he says, taking back his hand. "You guys do what you want, but don't take me for a fool."

I take a deep breath, I won't get out of this without saying a little too much. I little of what I don't want to say. But Dean seems to need answers, and what Dean needs...

"He didn't sleep in my room, I told you I fell asleep in the kitchen. He found me, and bought me back there, tried to convince me to sleep but I was worried... and sad. Why those questions ?"

"Sad ?"

I don't want to answer now, so I continue.

"And... I spend a lot of time with him because he's my friend and..."

Being with you sometimes hurt.

He doesn't answer, and looks down at himself. Is he jealous that spend time with Sam ? We indeed used to be even closer, before my love for him started being out of control. Does he feel like that third friend the others forget a little for the fun things ?

"Dean, are you upset because I went running with Sam instead of watching movies with you yesterday ?" he looks away. "Does this have anything to do with the fact that you're not eating ?"

"I... I don't know" he sighs. "I'm a little dizzy."

"Sit Dean" I say, guiding him to the table. "Tell me what's going on with food. Please. You know I hate to see you bad."

He rubs his face with both hands, his scruff audible under his palm. How I wish I could kiss this jaw, how I wish I could show him how much I love him, how I know who he is, not like those girls.

"It's ridiculous..." he tries, but I sit facing him, and wait for him to talk. "I'm not... like Sam."

"Like Sam ?"

"You know... Abs and..." he motions his body. "All."

"Wait" I blink a few times. "Dean you're perfect."

He scoffs so bend a little to make him look at me.

How can he compare himself to his brother ? Where do that come from ? I know Dean struggles with serious self-hate, but would never have guessed it would reach that subject, of physical appearance... Maybe this is about a woman.

"Dean. You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen." My mouth starts freeing itself from truth I kept locked, and I can't stop it. "I'm serious. Your face looks like some masterpiece with perfect proportion, y-your eyes are ridiculously green, your jaw could cut glass, your lips..." my eyes fall on them and my words get lost. "You're tall and broad..."

"You're making me blush Sweetheart" he says, he voices back to its usual low hoarse tone. "Still I... You know I'm... a kid when it comes to food, I never exercise..."

"Never exercise ?" I smile. "Three days ago you climbed inside a house then dug a six feet deep hole on the ground, and the day after you chased a monster, fought him, and carried his body to a place where you can burn it... I say you deserve a burger."

His face seems to light up a little, but his pretty pillow lips are still too white.

"But it's not working out, like Sammy."

"Dean... Your brother likes it, he need it to focus, to think" my smile grows and I speak lower, I know my admiration is showing, and it honestly feels liberating. "And he needs that to keep up with you."

"He doesn't" he almost chuckles, finally warming my heart.

"Well, you're the best. It's natural for you, but we have to work, especially me."

"You two are better than me" he states.

"We're not. And... Dean not eating isn't going to make you feel better about yourself. It's going to wear you out, make you weak..."

"I know" he sighs.

"Can I make you a breakfast ? The color of your lips makes me want to draw a salt circle."

He chuckles fully this times, wrinkles appearing on the corner of his eyes.

I gently pat his shoulder as I get up, still not believing Dean could have insecurities like those. I throw away the burnt cold eggs and make some new, with bacon.

"I hear comments sometimes you know..." he says like it was easier now I'm not looking at him. "The things you said, that my face is nice..."

"More than nice" I admit, turning a little to him, but not fully to keep watching the pan.

"It happened that girls expect more under my shirt" he looks down. "I know it's ridiculous... I just, I don't know, maybe I feel disappointing."

"It's not ridiculous" I state under my breath, grabbing a plate to finally give him food. " Here, eat this, all of it."

"Like with the whole FBI look or with my seductive smile" he stops and grunts. "I feel like a teen."

"Hey, nothing like that between us, you know that. I told you about very embarrassing stuff" I reassure him. "And, what you're saying is interesting, men endure the social standards too."

"I... I don't know I didn't age like a model, I'm... soft."

Model.

"You know..." I start.

I pour two coffees and take a chocolate bar for myself, watching him before I keep talking, to make sure he starts eating.

"Delicious" he states, putting big pieces in his mouth.

"One of the reason I work out with Sammy is... Precisely because I don't want to look ridiculous next to two total models."

"Now that's" he starts, opening his mouth too big at how hot it still is. "That's kinda ridiculous. You're the prettiest girl ever !"

"I'm not" I whisper, softly blowing on my coffee.

"What ? You are Y/n" I lift my eyes on him, his lips are still a little light but shining with grease.

"I'm not like the girl you go out with."

I don't dare looking up, but see he stopped moving. His robe is now totally opened, the belt got loose, and my eyes are lost in the black of his shirt.

"The girls I go out with" he repeats. "You're way better than those girls."

"Oh listen to you, that doesn't sound cliché at all" I say a little too coldly, a shocked expression appears on his face. "I... I'm sorry."

"You know... the girls I go out with, that doesn't really mean anything."

"I know" I cut him to make him understand I'm not asking him to justify himself.

But he keeps talking anyway.

"I have been with divorced single moms, witnesses... college girls" he says the last one with something bitter and I take this occasion to make it about him again, and not me.

"Two day ago" I ask, although it's the last thing I want to talk about. "It was a college girl, Deanie ? Did something happen ?"

"Yeah... no" he states, answering my two questions. "I just... I just realize it wasn't really what I wanted, not anymore. And that it didn't... didn't really make me feel good about myself."

"Too young for you ?" I try to joke, giving him a piece of my chocolate bar, feeding him like I always do, with everything I have in my hand.

"Kinda yeah" he answers seriously. "I don't know... She... I wasn't frat boy enough for her I guess."

"Yes, that's exactly the idea, that you're not that !"

"I didn't really, you know... enjoy it" he says and I fight the images coming in waves in my head. "I was too focused on trying to prove something" a dark chuckle escapes his lips. "I don't even know who I was trying to convince. And she... She didn't like the tattoo, the scars, the freckles..."

"Whoa whoa ! Who's that bitch ?" I lift my hands in the air, sincerely shocked, I never knew some women would be able to not appreciate Dean.

He smiles kindly but looks at the bottom of his coffee.

Silence. I wish I could make him see who he is, I wish I could speak more, ask questions, but just talking about that stupid college girl that had him, but on top of that made him feel bad about himself...

"You look sad again" he cuts my thoughts.

"Sad ?"

"Yeah, it happens often. You start thinking deeply and you get sad" he says. "Listen... You're the most amazing friend, and woman, there is..."

"But" I whisper, echoing the conversation with Sam in my head.

"There's no 'but'" he shakes his head. "I was just going to say that I want to be a better friend, and man, for you."

"You already are the best" I smile but he doesn't smile back at all, his green eyes searching mine.

"I'm not. I let you down several times. I get why you would rely on Sammy more. I left you at this bar after that hunt when that witness was hitting on me. And I cancelled movie night twice to go out, just to feel... I don't know desired, loved maybe ? I know how absurd it is" When I'm about to talk, he doesn't let me. "And I worry you... coming home drunk as fuck in the morning." He rolls his eyes a little. "And with Baby..."

"I'm not your mom, I have to stop being so protective, Sam is right..."

"Sam ?"

That's it, the moment I say so much I regret it my whole life. But I promised my best friend I wouldn't go on like this, that I would either talk to Dean, like he wants me to, or at list try to work on my feelings to move on. It's time to stop hiding everything from the man I love and make our friendship pure again.

"Sam says..." I clear my throat. "That... I have to care a little less about you, to care a little more about me" I don't dare looking up and let out a dark chuckle. "Won't be easy... I care a lot about you."

When he doesn't answer, I finally look up, fearing what I will see on his face. He's just staring at me with an expression I never really saw on his face. His gorgeous lips are pink again, and the scruff on his cheeks, a little darker than usual, highlights the radiant light of his big beautiful eyes.

He half gets up, bending on the table. And before I can realize what's happening, he puts his lips on mine in a soft, warm kiss.

My whole body responds to it. The thin hair on my arms stick up, my heart starts beating my chest and my thighs get moist with a thin layer of sweat.

I stay frozen for a second, looking at him in disbelief, playing the quick kiss again and again in my head as he sits back.

"I just..." he clears his throat and sigh, getting up. "I'm not Sammy."

Before he can leave, before this moment becomes a memory I will struggle to think as real, before I find myself in that hole of secrets again, I get up. But he's already walking to his room.

"Dean !" I run after him, meeting him at his bedroom door. "Dean. You're not Sammy. You're you, you're perfect in every ways."

My heart is pounding. Let's do this, he needs this. Dean needs to be loved and I didn't know he needed reassurance. No one can to this better than me, because I worship him. I always said I wanted to show Dean he can be happy, and loved without changing his life for good. This is my shot at it, I may not be enough, I may not be what he wants or needs, but at least I can share with him. My devotion, my love, my body, all he wants.

And If my heart breaks, let it be a happy sacrifice.

"Your freckles are like stars in a summer sky" he frowns when my fingers come up to graze his cheek. "I already liked freckles but yours... You make any other skin look plain and boring."

His face is so close, the delicious smell of his skin reaching me. His pupils are large, just circled with that green that could make me cry.

"Your lips..." I say a little lower, looking at them intensely.

From here, I can see the few freckles that made their way on them. Then I see his tongue, slowly wetting them before he bends again, catching my lips softly, his nose bumping mine when he opens his mouth to capture my upper lip, once, twice...

I open my mouth and wrap my arms around him, deepening the kiss with a shameless hunger, and all my love in it. Something blows up inside of me, something strong : need.

Dean's Pov

No drunk groans, and no shame anywhere. I kiss her like it was words, and take her inside my room.

"Your smell" she says and I feel emotions rush in every one of my veins, but it's not disturbing like it usually is. "I could bath in it, live it."

I bend to burry my face in her neck, inhaling deeply.

And I take my time, I have no reason to hurry, nowhere to go, no woman to come back to. She slips her fingers between the strands of my hair, letting me hold her close, drowning in her smell.

I want to cry, and I don't really know why. Probably because of how right this feels. Because of that relief : She not with my brother. She is not with Sam...

"Dean..." she whispers, her nails gently grazing my scalp. "Can I see you ?"

I put a kiss on her neck and murmur a tender 'yes' against it.

Her hands leave my hair to go down along my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and push my robe, making it fall like a cape at my feet. That’s how she makes me feel, like her hero.

Her chin goes up without me leaving her neck, and she gently rubs her cheek on my jaw. In a soft moan, I open my mouth to leave wet kisses on her skin.

Maybe she can be mine...

"Sometimes your voice makes me shiver" she whispers in my ear. "Just your voice... It's so deep."

Somehow her words send electricity to my crotch and I can feel my boxers getting tighter.

My hands grab her ass, pressing her against me and when she moans, I feel my cock twitch.

"Y/n..."

"You're beautiful in everything" she continues, her hands slipping under my shirt to stroke my back, her voice slightly weaken by arousal. "But when you wear henleys or just a t-shirt..." she kisses just below my ear. "I can get wet by just looking at you."

My cock twitches and I groan.

"Are you wet now, Baby ?"

She nods and I let go of her ass to cup her face, kissing her like I always dreamed of, deeply and hungrily, not caring of being in control of myself, not caring if I seem desperate.

She starts to walk, making me take a few steps back until my calf hit the edge of the bed and I sit on it. I tug at her shirt to make her straddle me, but she takes a second to take off her shorts, revealing her beautiful thighs, and her white panties.

When she finally straddles me, spreading her legs, I spot a wet stain on her panties and a low growl leaves my chest.

"Fuck... You are..." I say, my hand coming down to cup her sex through it, feeling the tip of my finger get wet.

Her body immediately contracts, and, with my middle finger pressed against her entrance, I can even feel her walls clench around nothing.

"How can you be so reactive" I groan.

"It's you..." she moans, rolling her hips just a little to feel my hands more. "Dean... No men can do this to me."

My other hand comes up to take that worn out black shirt she stole with impatience, because I notices she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Oh baby..." I let out, bending to kiss her breasts, my other hand teasing her more.

I'm burning up, my back sweating, my cock painfully hard. I don't remember being that turned on in my life by so little. She hasn't even touched me yet.

Her head falls back and her nipples point at me, begging me to suck at them, so that's what I do. Mouth open, I take one in my mouth, along with the most of her soft breast I can.

"Ah..." she moans and squirms above me. "Dean !"

My cock twitches at just hearing my name like that, my real name on top of that.

I slip my hand in her panties, desperate to hear more, feel more. She's soaked, her thighs contracted and her hips rolling against my hand. She doesn't form words, but her body is begging for more.

So I slip a finger inside her and feel her squeeze him, hear her gasps. I can't wait to be inside of her but that's not my only purpose... Oh God when she will clench around me ! I’m panting now.

"Please Dean" she whines, one of her hand going behind her to find balance on my knee, her beautiful body arching back.

I give her what she needs, another finger, pumping slowly at first, then going a little stronger, and my thumb on her clit, gently circling. I look at her with my mouth open in awe, a devouring pleasure making me high.

"Fuck" I pant.

I should try to focus, make that coil inside me calm, make my heart slow. I don't want to be aroused like a teen, or I won't last at all... But I can't, and my free hand comes on my crotch to touch myself through my boxers a little, desperate for some friction.

"Dean ! Dean..." she cried out, now joining the movement of my fingers with her whole body. "I need..."

"Come for me" I order. "Show me how much you want me Baby, clench those fingers."

And just like that, she does.

Her whole body shakes and her thighs crush me, her walls trying to milk my finger for what they can't give her.

"DEAN DEAN DEAN !"

My cock twitches so hard it's painful, I bend on her chest to not see her face longer, and try to hold back as hard as I can.

"Baby... fuck..." I whine, my whole stomach contracting and my cock pulsating.

But when she grabs my head to hold it against her and start rolling her hips hard to prolong her powerful orgasm, I can't hold back...

In a very loud frustrated grunt I come in my pants, feeling my cum drip along my twitching cock.

Reader's Pov

My bliss makes me high, but my senses are at their full power, so I can feel what’s happening. I can feel Dean squirm beneath me and shake, I can feel his hand unable to move and hear his gasps.

He’s coming.

My walls clench even more at the thought and he whimpers against my breasts. So I hold him, I just hold him.

When I finally can have the control of my body again, I look down at him and he withdraws his fingers slowly.

“Y/n…” he whispers. “Fuck I…”

“Did you came ?” I ask with the largest smile I ever had on my face.

“I… yeah… I’m…”

He seems embarrassed.

“Dean, that’s the sexiest thing I have ever experienced” I assure him, bending to kiss his lips. “No one ever wanted me that bad.”

“I still want you” he states, his hands stroking my back and going down on my ass. “I… I think you’re all I want actually.”

My eyes get wet. In my head : every single moment in my life that made me fall in love with Dean, every day, every moment I craved for a touch, for his smell, every time he laughed and cried… Everything.

“Then you have me Dean, you can have me forever if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, I do” he says, taking off his shirt.

With a large smile I push him back on the bed, letting him drag both of us higher on it. I look down at him, and a tear falls on his chest. His hand comes up to wipe my cheek, we don’t need to talk for a moment.

My hands go down his sides, enjoying his firm chest and the soft line of his stomach, my thumbs massaging it a little on their way up, feeling the strong muscles underneath and the silky-smooth skin.

I bend to kiss his collarbones, and his tattoo, palms still roaming everywhere like I always dreamed of, like I will always dream of.

“This tattoo” I say, drawing its contour with my finger. “It’s so you, it has a story, and it protects you. I love it.”

“And I love you” he states without a hesitation, his chin almost on his neck to see me.

A tiny emotional sob escapes my lips, making him frown a little and wrap his strong arms around me.

“Hey baby…” he whispers. “Y/n…”

My hand goes down to push his underwear down, and my panties to the side. He searches my eyes while I do, and licks his lips in a moan when I grab his cock to guide it at my entrance.

“I love you” I say, slowly sinking down on him. “I love you, I love you…”

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idontknowwhattomakemyurllol · 4 years ago

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Bakugou, comfort fan fic

Summary : You and your ex just broke up. And you didn’t leave your room for a week. Bakugou wasn’t having any of it, and took you out.

Warning (?) : Not the best writing

A/N : Hi hi hi, Blinky here. So uhm..I made this a few days ago and I didn’t copyread it so if it’s REALLY sucky I’m sorry T_T. I hope you still enjoy though :D!

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Bakugou’s POV:

‘That weirdo isn’t here again.’ the blond male thought to himself, as he scanned the common room area of the Class-1A dormitory. ‘Sigh…Y/N must really be having a hard time..” Raccoon eyes sighed Bakugou’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. “Yeah..They haven’t left their room in a while…” Round cheeks added. Sipping from her boba tea. “Didn’t they just breakup-” the invisible girl was cut off by the two other girls “Shhhhhhh!! Y/N didn’t tell us if they were comfy with saying that info!!” Raccoon eyes shushed. “Gah-! Sorry…!” Hagakure apologized.

As they continued to worry about Y/N’s well being. Wondering if they should go check up on them. Bring them some food. Comfort them. Or all the above. Bakugou got his phone, and texted you.

Your POV:

Memories of screaming and shouting and tears played through your mind as you clutched onto your pillow. The breakup. You and your lo-..I mean..Ex,broke up about a week ago. Was it a week..? You don’t know. It felt like forever. Yet the pain didn’t go away. You slowly woke up, and sat upright. The room was dark. Only a little bit of light coming in through the small gap between the dark colored curtains. But then you noticed another source of light. Your phone. Someone sent you a text. You picked up the phone to see who it was. And you never thought you’d see the day where he of all people would text you this, let alone text you at all!

Sparky sparky boom boom man ;

Oi. You idiot. Why didn’t you come out of your fucking room again? Those dumbasses are beginning to worry you know.

Bakugou Katsuki. THE. BALUGOU. KATSUKI. Asking if you were okay? Well-- he isn’t really but you can tell he was somewhat worried. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be texting you,

Y/N :

Sorry Bakugou. I still don’t feel too well.

You replied, and in the skip of a heartbeat he texted back.

Sparky sparky boom boom man:

I’m omw.

..You read the text aloud. “I’m on my way..?” you asked yourself. You took a minute to process what those words meant. “..Wait…” your e/c eyes stared at the phone in disbelief. “HE’S COMING OVER?!?!”

Third Person POV :

He got you some breakfast and started walking towards your room. “Hey! Bakubro! Where are you going?” Shitty hair- I mean. Kirishima, asked. “IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou snarled and began stomping towards your room.

Bakugou knocked on your bedroom door -more like banged his fist against the door-. “Hey, Let me in.” he demanded. No response. His eye twitched. “Oi oi oi…Don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me out here.” ..Nothing. He realized what he said could make you not want him in your room even more. He sighed, trying to calm down at least a little bit. “Look. I’ll only be doing this once. So if you don’t let me in now. I won’t help ever again. Including your homework shit.” he lied. Of course he would still help you. He-…No he didn’t…He just saw you as a good rival and wanted to make you even better. The better you are. The more challenging you are to fight.

“I’m gonna count to three. And if the door isn’t open by then. I’m leaving.” He stated, “One..Two..” then the door made a click noise. And his vermilion looked down to see you. Your h/c hair was a mess. And you were wearing a gray hoodie. “H-Hey Bakugou..” you muttered. He huffed, “You look like shit.” you laughed. “I know..” you agreed. You then looked at the plate of food he was holding. “Thanks for bringing food. I needed it haha,,” you reached out for the food. But he just lifted his hand higher to a height you couldn’t reach. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “You thought I was just gonna give you food then leave?” he asked. Your eyes widened. “Uhm..Maybe..?” you laughed nervously.

“Move.” he demanded. You tried to close the door, but then he stopped you with his one hand. “Heh. That was a bit rude don’t you think?” he teased. But then looked at you. And saw the look on your face. He then realized this could’ve been the wrong choice. “..Sorry” he mumbled and handed you your food. “What..?” you stared at the food. Then looked back up at him. “I said I’m sorry okay! I..I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he averted his gaze. He..Was apologizing to you? He. HE-..Said sorry..?

You smiled and took the plate, “It’s alright. It’s just..’ You looked at your room. “My room is a mess right now..You’d get even more pissed..” He looked at you. “Now I just wanna get in there even more.” he complained. You thought about whether or not you should let him in. He won’t get that mad right?

You let him in. And God were you worried with anticipation. Just waiting for him to lecture you about keeping your room clean or something like that. But no. He just kept quiet as his eyes trailed along the room. Which may I add, DID NOT MAKE YOUR FEAR ANY BETTER. He finally sighed. And said “Go sit and eat. I’ll clean this fucking mess.” and he began to pick up one of the clothes on your floor. “E-EH!? Y-YOU DON’T HAVE TO IT’S OKA-” “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME DO THIS.” he barked back, as he crouched down and put it around his arm. You did as he said and ate your food, and tried to make sure he doesn’t catch you staring.

He had this look on his face. It..Wasn’t that pissed off angry face. It looked a bit like that but..It felt somewhat different. He looked a bit worried..? Sad even..? God. You’re probably overthinking it. Just don’t think about it, Y/N! You shouted at yourself. But as soon as you did. You remembered the breakup. And tears began to prickle at your eyes. But you wiped it off as soon as you realized you were about to sob. You turned to him, hoping he didn’t see. And he had his back turned against you, and was entering the bathroom. “I’m gonna look for the laundry basket. I’ll be back” he said, then rummaged through the bathroom.

He saw you. He saw those tears. But he didn’t say anything-- Yet anyway.

After you had finished eating. He finished cleaning the room a bit. It wasn’t full on cleaning since he would have to sweep the floor and dust the dirt and etc but hey, it looked better than before!

“Thanks Bakugou. I’m sorry you had to do this..” you thanked the explosion boy. “Yeah yeah. It was no problem. Now get dressed we’re going out.” he turned to leave but you stopped him. “Huh? What do you mean?” you question. “What does it sound like? You haven’t left your room in a while and I can tell you’re getting lazy again. So we’re gonna go out for a walk. You understand?” he explained. “O-Oh. Okay..” You trailed off. “Where will we be going?” “Don’t ask. Just get dressed. And you better take a bath okay?” he said and closed the door.

A little later you took a bath. Combed your hair -you had a bit of a hard time with that-.Got a bag and filled it with things you need. And wore some casual clothes, You then heard a knock on your door, and as expected it was Bakugou. He glanced but walked away immediately. “Hurry up. I won’t wait all day for you.” And you ran after him

. As the two of you entered the common room. Eyes stared at you and the blond. Some began asking if you were okay. Others teased and asked If you were going on a date, then the small portion minded their own business and didn’t say anything. Bakugou raised a middle finger to those who were asking if you two were going on a date, you told those who asked about your well being that you were okay. And you two were off. To wherever Bakugou said you would go.

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You stared in awe at the scene in front of you. Sparkles in your eyes as you read the sign. Bakugou tried to contain the smile on his face. But he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so happy. “This..This is…” you began. Bakugou forced himself to make his usual grumpy face. “It’s a damn dog cafe.” he stated the obvious. You ran in the cafe and grinned, looking at all of the puppies inside. One immediately running towards you. As you crouched down and cooed at the small creature. Bakugou tsked, and walked toward the counter. Asking for a menu. Since he won’t really be playing with the dogs, “OI! Do you wanna eat anything?” You were swarmed with puppies. A LOT of puppies were gathering around you. And you were loving it. And so was Bakugou. He loved seeing that smile on your face. Although he would never admit it. He ordered you some fries and the lady asked, :”Is she your girlfriend?” Bakugou turned red and yelled no. Then stomped to a nearby table. The lady chuckled in amusement.

Bakugou grumpily sat down. Arms crossed as he muttered insults. Boyfriend. The word played through his head. He snapped out of it and scolded himself. He can’t date you. Not yet anyw- no never, nope nope nope- “Bakugou!” you called for him, and his heart pounded against his chest a little bit more than usual. You were now sitting on the floor. Your eyes sparkling like stars from the galaxy. Your smile warm and bright. “You’re not gonna play with the puppies?: you pouted, holding a puppy up to him. It’s puppy dog eyes staring at him. “No. I don’t play with dogs.” he said, about to pull out his phone. Before you hastily put the puppy around your arm, and used the other arm to hold his hand. Catching his attention. “Pleeeaaaseee? It’s fun! I swear!” you begged. And he blushed. “Ugh! Fine! If It will stop you from making that annoying face then..Fine!” he got out of the chair, and sat next to you. “And stop holding my hand!” he quickly pulled his hand away from you as you simply laughed at his aggressiveness. And placed the puppy on his lap.

You were always like this..You always laughed it seemed. And for some reason, it felt like music to his ears every time he heard it. He patted the small creature on his lap. He sneakily took his phone from his photo, and took a picture of you. And you didn’t notice. You looked..Beautiful. He caught himself thinking that, and tried to ignore the feeling again.

The food soon came and you whined, not wanting to let the puppies go. It took him awhile but after threatening to finish your fries you agreed. You looked at the puppies longingly. And he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then you two began to talk about whatever came to mind. Stupid new trends. School. Homework. Your love for dogs. Anything to keep your mind off your ex. And it seemed to be working. Or at least he hoped it did.

After you finished eating, you immediately went back to the puppies. Still somewhat keeping the conversation with Bakugou, just distracted by the puppies. He then finished his meal, and you two had to leave, And Bakugou caught a glimpse of the same lady giving him a thumbs up.

“So..Where are we going now?” you asked. As you two walked around the mall. “..Shopping.” he blurted out. He didn’t think he would make it this far. You tiled your head in confusion, “What was that?”. He grumbled “We’re going shopping..I swear your deaf.” he mumbled. And shoved his hands in his pockets. “OOh~! Shopping!!” you smiled. “I wonder what the oh so great King Explosion Murder is looking for?” you teased. “Shut up or I’m leaving you alone.” he began to walk faster. And you hurriedly chased him.

You two looked at a lot of stores. You two looked at clothes, stationary, stuffed toys, -all might- merch, skin care, etc. You bought a few of the said items, and walked out of the mall drained. “God. Why did you drag me to so many stores?” Bakugou groaned. “Huh?! You were the one dragging me around!!” you shot back at him. As you two sat down on a bench. “I’m not the one who went into a store full of stuffed animals and gushed over how cute they were for a long damn time!” he said, expecting for your response. Until he noticed you went quiet. He glanced at you, noticing that you were looking at something- rather, someone. He followed your gaze and saw your ex with their group of friends. He grit his teeth, but turned his attention back to you.

He was not having it. He stood up. Grabbed your wrist. And pulled you away, “B-Bakugou? Where are we-” “Don’t ask. Just follow me.” he replied. And picked up the pace. And you followed suite.

He then stopped when you were a good distance away from them. And looked at you. Then at the place he wanted to go. He sighed, and gave you the few bags he was holding. “Take them.” and as you did as he asked, he bent down a little and made his back face you. “Get on.” “What..?” “I said get on.” he growled and glared at you. You hesitantly got on and he stood straight. And off you two were. Flying. In the air.

…Flying..

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You..YOU WERE FLYING-

After a short trip. You were finally at your final stop. A fricking mountain. You swiftly got off of Bakugou and gazed at the beautiful view. The sun was setting. And you could see the city from here. “Woah..” is all you could say. It was..An amazing sight to see. Bakugou put the bags down next to a tree and walked over to you. “You like it?” he questioned, and you nodded. “It’s..Pretty..” not as beautiful as you. He said, in his brain of course. “Mm. I come here ever once in a while. I usually run up the mountain but I still got my exercise.” he commented. “I see.” you replied. Not wanting to say much.

He bit his lip. Wondering if he should really go through with the plan. “If you want. You could scream all of your emotions out here you know>” you faced him, and wondered if he was serious. “I..Do that when I’m feeling stressed sometimes. It doesn’t fully help but it gives some sort of comfort.” he added, his ruby eyes glowing.”I know you bottle up your feelings you damn nerd. And thats not fucking healthy. So,,If you want to. Just..Scream and yell it all out.”

The offer sounded nice. But you weren’t sure if you should or not. He sighed. Then suddenly yelled which made you flinch. “Like that. See? Wasn’t that hard.” he smirked. You took a step. And took a deep breath in. And yelled.

You yelled, and you screamed, and cried and everything. You got angry, and you got sad. You let all of the things you wanted to say go. You let everything out.

And by the end of it. Your voice was hoarse. As you cried, Bakugou didn’t think this through, so he wasn’t sure on what he should do. But he pat your shoulder, and pulled you in.

“I..Don’t know what to say other than..You’re not allowed to give up. Cause I’m the one who will defeat you and become number one. So until then..Be strong. And fight everyone who gets in your way.” he pat your head. “B-But..I’m so..Weak..” you sniffled. “You know that’s pretty insulting. Since I’m the one who helps you train. No rival of mine is fucking weak.’ he pulled you in closer.

“You’re not weak. You got that, dumbass.” you nodded. “Good.”

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Sam Winchester: Hair dye

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Pov: Sams

Warnings: Cuteness, couple things, swearing, soft kisses, Mention of Dean

Summary: You ask Sam to help color your hair. You and Sam make a mess while watching old classic movies.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N- I’ve been writing a lot of angst, so I thought a good fluff ridden one-shot would be nice to write.

Your Favorite Color- Y/F/C

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Telling everyone that I was going on a supply run, Y/n ears perked up. She ran over and whispered in my ear. “Can I come with you?” She asked. Smiling “Yes you can come along.” I said wrapping my arm around her waist.

“So, do you need anything Dean?” I asked “Nah, man I’m fine.” He said before throwing me the impala keys. “You scratch her and you both die.” He said and went back to his phone.

“Thanks Dean.” I said before walking with Y/n by my side to the impala. “I’m glad you came along, Y/n. I like having time with you like this where Dean isn’t teasing either one of us.” I said opening the passenger door for Y/n. “Thank you kind sir.’ I walked around and got into the driver's seat ‘I wanted to spend time with you. I feel like sometimes it gets taken because of hunting.” She spoke.

I started the impala, and was immediately met with the loud music that Dean listens to. I turned the radio off and backed out of the garage. Y/n and I drove for a few before I exited the highway, and went to a store that we had never been to ‘Target’.

Y/n sat next to me, all excited. Which wasn’t unusual just was good to see her so excited. “What’s got you so excited?” I asked as I pulled into a spot rather far from the doors of the store. “I’m just excited that’s all.” She said leaning over to place a haste kiss, before going to open her door.

Y/n had this effect on me that no matter what was going on; she could stare at me, or just gentle kiss me were the time around us would seem to stop. A moment of clarity every time, like butterflies in my stomach.

When I heard the door, slam closed I quickly turned the engine off and jumped out of the car. There was Y/n her ass pressed against the back of the trunk, her arms crossed, along with her ankles. “What’s wrong Sammy?” She spoke.

I just smiled and grabbed her wrist. “Let’s go, before you scratch Dean’s precious car.” I spoke. Y/n’s made its way inter locking it with mine. She gentle sway her arm back and forth setting a slight motion between us with both our arms.

In moments like these I felt like we weren’t hunters, we weren’t credit card thief’s, we didn’t go to hell and come back. In moments like these I just felt normal. The automatic doors opening as Y/n and I got closer.

I grabbed a cart not really thinking. Y/n started walking around. Catching back up with Y/n she was walking around the isle with all the office supplies. Again, another moment of clarity like we were just a normal couple, with a normal life.

I passed the sticky notes, throwing a few packs in, Y/n had picked up a few other things. Again, we walked through, perusing around the different isle, sometimes Y/n would pick things up and show them to me.

We’d have a short laugh, and then she’d put it back. Y/n said we needed some more blankets, even if the bunker was climate controlled ‘it’s always nice to have so many blankets’ she had said once, and then she throw three or four blankets into the cart. “I don’t mind, baby.” I said as I pushed the cart following Y/n.

We skipped the clothing for some reason, not that I was really bothered by it. When we finally made it through the blankets, pillows, and furniture of ‘Target’ We had made it to the food, and medicines. All of sudden the list that I had in my mind appeared reminding me of why we were here. “Honey, I’m going to get the stuff for the bunker okay.” I said kissing her on her cheek.

Thinking for a quick second I kept the cart with me. “Be careful, and I’ll find you.” She said before walking away. I walked around looking for all the medical things that I needed for the hunts, grabbing a bit of food as well.

I saw Y/n waddle over with a few boxes in her hands. “So, I might have found a very time-consuming project for you to help with me with!” She said doing a little dance, before coming over to and showing me that she had picked up a few hair dyes boxes.

“You wanna do this?” I asked raising an eyebrow. All Y/n did was vigorously shake her head. “OKay, okay, okay. Don’t hurt yourself!” I said laughing a little before I took them from her hands and dropping them into the cart.

“Yay, I’m so excited. Ya know, this isn’t the first time I’ll be dying my hair.” Y/n said as she inter looped her arm with mine. “Really, do tell.” I said as we walked.

“Well right before I met you two Winchester boys, I had redyed my hair a deep purple, there was a time when my hair was blue, another time when I was a teenager, I had a undercut and then shaved it which was pretty cool.” Y/n said as we pulled up to a register. I pulled everything out and paid for it all, with a look coming from the young man at the register.

Y/n and I walked out again Y/n inter looping her arm with mine. I hadn’t realized how far I had parked until Y/n said something. “Why’d you have to park so far away” whining a little bit at the end of her sentence.

“Because have you met my brother, no scratch can come to this car.” I said wiggling my eyebrows. She giggled and helped put the bags into the trunk. I opened her door for her, and then put the cart away before getting into the driver's seat.

The drive was short back to the bunker, which was nice. I could see Y/n was excited to get her hair dyed. Again, when we made it to the bunker, I was careful to not nick Dean’s car as I backed in.

Y/n didn’t wait for the car engine to shut off before she had four bags on each arm. “Okay I’m ready!” She said walking towards the adjoining door. Looking at her and then the trunk I noticed she had left me the heaviest nags but also there was only two bags left. I grabbed them quickly and slammed the trunk shut, so I could open the door for her.

“Deanie Beanie, we are back!” Y/n said as she walked into the library. Setting the bags onto the table. “Y/n... Never again call me that.” Dean said rolling his eye, “So... you don’t want your prizes that I got for you?” Y/n said. Dean looked over at me for a second. “Well... maybe.” He spoke.

I handed him the pie after I set the bags on the table, Y/n shuffled through the bags pulling out a soft, king sized blanket. She gently slid it across the table “I thought you’d like it, but if not. I can always take it back Dean.” Y/n said.

It was silent for a moment and then Dean got up and walked over to Y/n hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Y/n. And thanks Sam for remembering the pie this time.” releasing Y/n from the hug. Taking his pie and new blanket with him before leaving the library to go to his bedroom.

“Good night you too!” He screamed half-way down the hallway. “Well, that went much better than predicted!” Y/n said. “I didn’t know that you bought a pie for him either.” She said before taking the rest of the stuff out of the Target bags.

“Well, years ago instead I got him cake, and he lost his shit. Then years before that I basically forgot to get him his pie.” I said shrugging my shoulders taking the food into the kitchen.

“Sammy!” Y/n said whining. “Yes dear.” I said as I walked back into the library. “When can we start to do my hair?” She said spinning around. Laughing a little “We can do it after we put everything away, sound good?” I asked.

A loud enough huff came from Y/n, “I guess... I don’t really have a say.” She said rushing past me and starting to put things away, to try and speed up the process. “Honey, why don’t you go grab a t-shirt you don’t mind getting icky, and come back to the library.” I said walking over to her and kissing her with passion. “Hmm, okay Sammy.”

I finished up putting everything away and made my way back into the library, in the corner Y/n and Dean had fashioned a mini living room, a little TV and a small love seat, along with Dean’s recliner.

I flipped through the channels looking for a movie to play, but all I found was classical movies something like ‘Gone with the wind’ and ‘Psycho’. It honestly was just there for background noise. I turned when her heard Y/n cough a little.

She had on one of my very old university shirts it hung past her thighs. She smiled slightly, and grabbed the boxes off the table. She throws it over to me catching it before it slammed into my face. “I’m going to get snacks, read the direction.” She yelled from the kitchen.

Y/n was shorter than I was, which ended up being very cute especially when she wears my shirts, it didn’t matter if they were flannels, my grey t-shirts, or my ginormous jackets, and sweatshirts. “Are you reading!” She yelled from the kitchen.

“Um, yeah.” I said as I fumbled with the box. When Y/n reentered the library, she had a bowl of popcorn balancing in her left hand, two bottled waters tucked under that arm, and many other boxes of chocolates in her other hand.

“How long do you think this process is going to take?” I asked. Not upset with spending to much with her, just wondering why she had some much food. “I don’t know smart boy read the box.” She winking at me and she placed the bowl of popcorn on the table.

Y/n sat down and let me read the box, she watched whatever was playing on the TV. “Okay, so I’d say and hour. Y/F/C is what you want? I know you grab other boxes?” I asked, “Yes dear, it’s the one I want.” She said getting up quickly.

“I have to get a old towel.” Y/n said before walking out of the library yet again. Finally, Y/n returned with a towel wrapped around her shoulders, “This is so you don’t make a mess baby.” She spoke. I rolled my eyes, and started to take the contents out of the box.

“Here, give it to me. I’ll mix all the stuff up, and all you have to do is put in my hair, and maybe wash my hair too.” She said gracefully taking the box out of my grasp. “Here’s your gloves, so your hands don’t stain.” Y/n said handing me gloves over her shoulder.

It was a few minutes and then she handed me a bottle and simply said. “Just pour it over my hair and massage it in, I guess.” She said looking over her shoulder. “Okay,” I said bending over kissing her nose gently.

The process went by quickly, every few minutes I'd stop to kiss Y/n temple, avoiding the hair dye that was close to her forehead. I set a timer on my phone something like twenty-five minutes, so I pulled the gloves off and stuffed them into the box, before coming sit down with Y/n.

Her eye becoming more and more hooded, she’d yawn and lift her arms up the shirt only rising more, all I could see was the skin on her thighs. It never stopped. “Do you want to watch something else, baby?” I asked her, ‘no’ she shook her head. “Okay, baby.” I said resting my hand on her exposed thigh.

Just like that my timer went off, “Baby, you ready?” I asked her, Y/n looked over at me and gave me a face like ‘really was that even a question’, “Duh I’m ready!” She said jumping up from the couch and running into the kitchen.

“Don’t forget the conditioner.” she yelled yet again from the kitchen. When I walked in, she was testing the temperature of the water, “We have to use kind of cold water.” I gave her a look of confusion wanting her to explain more.

“Because hot water will strip the color from my hair, crazy.” She said shrugging her shoulder and giggling before grabbing my hand and dragging me to sink. “Can you give me a little bit of a head massage, please Sam?” Y/n whispered.

Good thing that I was much taller than her, but regardless. There weren’t many times that Y/n would ask me for a massage, only when she was desperate for the touch of my hands. That was one of the first things Y/n had told me when we first got together. ‘I love your hands Sam’ she had said while she slowly grazed her rather smaller fingers against the palm of my hand.

Anyways, I also checked the temperature of the water, and started to wet Y/n’s hair, the color draining out, and when it cleared a bit. I heard Y/n say “You can use the conditioner now, remember massage please.” I smirked as I lightly grazed my hands through her soft locks, just gently massaging her neck and then rising up to her temple.

I heard the slip of two or three moans come from Y/n, I momentarily stopped taking a second to notice how the shirt had risen to the half cover her ass. She wore a pair of spanx under the shirt. “Sam” “Hmm?” I responded. “Can we kind of hurry this process my back is start to hurt.” She said a whine in her voice.

“Oh shit, yeah. Sorry.” I said spreading the rest of the conditioner through her hair and washing. turning off the faucet off, I wrapped the towel around her hair. “Thank you, baby. I bet it looks great” Y/n said.

Reaching on her tip-toes she gave me a slow and passionate kiss. My hands finding their way to her hips. “I love you, Sammy.” She said as her need for air overpowered our kiss. “I love you too baby, I love you too.”

Completed 03/04/2021

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kurlyfrasier · 4 years ago

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Terrified: Part 8

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Raph saves you from ruffians one night in an alley after watching out for you for weeks without you knowing. Which leads you to getting to know the guys and becoming part of the family. But Raph keeps a distance and you don’t understand why.

Word Count: 1763

Warnings: None, I don’t think...it’s definitely starting to look up though (:

A/N: This goes back and forth between raph and reader pov just fyi

Three excruciating days after the transplant, Leo finally let me free. I had re-read most of my books, listened to all of my music on repeat more than I’d like to admit, and stared at the ceiling for countless hours. I was surprisingly relieved when he told me that he had to break our promise. At least I now knew Raph didn’t over-stress himself over the information. Plus, it was nice knowing there wasn’t much for him to break if he lost his temper during quarantine. I figured Mikey could hold his own against his weakened brother if it did come to blows. Thankfully, it did not. I heard he also took it rather well. Which simultaneously made me happy that he kept his cool and had me doubting what little effect I may have once had over him.

I could only hope he still cared about my welfare to get him to stay in the lair indefinitely.

Still, it was nice to leave my room. The first place I went was Raph’s room. Where I found there was no bed because they had carried him on his bed into the quarantine room. So he would be more comfortable when he woke. I hoped he appreciated his brothers’ thoughtfulness. I then peeked into the lab to find both Raph and Mikey snoring, disappointing me slightly. I would’ve liked to see how well he was doing for myself. With a sigh, I made my way toward the living room and plopped myself onto the giant bean bag and turned on the tv to enjoy my newfound freedom. A few minutes later, spaghetti was resting on my lap as if I had conjured it. I looked up to find Leo sitting on the couch, making it known that he wasn’t leaving until I had eaten at least a few bites.

He was really throwing off my groove with this whole ‘forcing me to eat thing’. How was I supposed to convince Raph to stay in the lair if I didn’t look sick? Plus, it was hard to eat anymore. Those weeks I went barely eating were affecting me more than I wanted to admit. But if it kept Raph safe, it was worth it.

A few bites in I expected him to leave. Instead, he flicked his gaze between my plate and eyes, raising a brow in challenge. I huffed, but continued eating. Spaghetti was my favorite, after all, so I figured a few extra bites wouldn’t hurt. Eventually he was satisfied and left the room for the dojo.

I waited on bated breath until I heard the swishing of his katanas before sneaking off for the restroom. I needed to empty my stomach, and fast. Unfortunately, I bumped into Donnie on my way, who dragged me back to the living room area. His excuse was that he wanted to watch a movie with me.

This pattern continued for the following few days. To my utter frustration.

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Today was the day. The day Raph and Mikey were finally going to get out of quarantine. The day he was going to get to see you, and he couldn’t wait. He was more anxious than the first night they went topside and that was saying something.

Three days after Leo had spilled his guts about what had been going on with you and Raph felt he was almost at 100 percent. Sure, he still needed a few extra hours of sleep, to get some muscle back, and get his cardio up a bit more, but he finally got the okay from Donnie to get out of this bubble. All Donnie had to do was some last minute blood tests to make sure there was no more poison in his system and that their immune systems were up to crack after the transplant. When he gave the all clear, Raph ripped the plastic down and asked where to find you.

Raph asked everyone not to tell you that he was going to be out of quarantine because he wanted to see you before you saw him. He needed to see how true the stories were. He needed to make sure he could compose himself before you saw him.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he found you sitting alone on the couch, watching tv. A banana laid next to you, untouched, and he wondered if you had eaten yet. You needed to eat. You were so small, waif-like really. The curves he so loved on you had disappeared. Replaced with fragile looking bone. You looked exhausted with dark bags and droopy eyes. Your skin was paler than he had ever seen and your hair looked thin, not that he knew much about that, but it used to have a mind of its own. Now it was flat and lifeless. His heart broke at the sight.

Slowly- quietly- he made his way toward you. You had yet to notice him and he needed all the strength he could muster not to go off on you. Why had you not taken care of yourself- especially when you found out he was alive and well. Why had you not slept better? Ate more?

Raph grabbed the banana from behind the couch and handed it to you.

“Not hungry,” you said with barely a glance.

“Ya look hungry ta me,” he rasped, unable to speak above a whisper looking at you.

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice with so much velocity your entire body spun around, causing you to slip off the couch, arms flailing. He caught you though, and stood you up on the couch, now at eye-level.

“Raph!” You beamed up at him, wide-eyed, and threw your bird-like arms around his neck. Gently, he reciprocated with a loose hold around your waist, worried he might hurt you as he buried his nose at the crook of your neck. You looked so fragile, and he had always been like a bull in a china shop.

“Why’d you do this?” He didn’t mean to ask- he really didn’t- but he had to know. You stiffened in his hold and tried to back out of the hug, but he held you where you were. He didn’t want you falling off the couch. And he sure as shell did not want to let go. If he worried about your safety before, now he was even more concerned. There was no way he was going to let you out of his sight anytime soon. “Wha’ were you thinkin’ Swee’heart?” His voice was muffled and broken.

“I just- I wasn’t hungry, that’s all,” you shrugged in his hold as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Y/n,” Raph demanded your attention with a growl, now looking you in the eyes as he held you steady by the waist. “There’s a diffe’ence between not feelin’ hungry and starvin’ yerself!”

“Raph-”

“Don’tcha ‘Raph’ me, Princess,” he let go and stepped around the couch. You followed his every move, sitting back down while he paced between you and the tv. “Leo told me ev’rythin’. And Mikey. They were worried sick! Don’tcha know what ya mean ta them! Huh!”

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Raph was fuming as my heart beat wildly in my chest. Two pet names in the span of a couple minutes? It was almost too much to endure along with the fact that he was saying more than three words to me at a time until my heart sunk at the mention of his brothers and asking what I meant to them. Not him. Them. Still, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

He was awake.

He was moving.

He was alive.

And he was just as strong as ever before.

“They were startin’ ta worry you might hurt yerself, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, bowing my head in shame. “I wouldn’t do that.” Unless he had died, I thought to myself, remembering that night he came back injured. My first thought at the time was that I couldn’t live without him. My second; that I wouldn’t.

“Good. And I appreciate ya stayin’ next ta me an’ all, but ya shoulda got betta sleep,” he continued ranting, burning a hole in the floor with his pacing. “What if I had hurt ya in my sleep? What if I woke up an’ panicked? Huh? What then?”

“I-”

“I woulda neva been able to forgive myself if somethin’ had happened ta ya. And then I wake up without a peep from ya and learn ya lost ya job, and ya apartment. That ya haven’ slept or ate. Do ya realize how worried I was?”

I couldn’t help but snap my head up at that tidbit of news.

“And look at ya! Ya turned inta skin an’ bones.”

“It’s not like I was that pretty before…” I muttered under my breath, fiddling with my fingers as I remembered all those times I wore something extra pretty to get a reaction out of him to no avail. I had secretly hoped the last time he would suddenly realize what was in front of him, but then-

Raph stopped dead, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving as he raked his molten emerald gaze over my form. So much like he used to do when checking for injuries. In less than a beat those same eyes turned sharp as the blade that sliced his arm. “What. Did. You. Just. Say,” he growled out, sounding feral, enunciating every word with the same precision he uses with his sais.

“No-nothin’,” I stuttered out, attempting to sink myself into the back of the couch. Wishing I could disappear as he sauntered his way over, forcing me to meet his furious eyes.

“I don’t eva wanna hear that again. Yer gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I had eva seen. Do ya hear me?”

My heart stopped, mouth gaped, and eyes bulged. If he noticed my shock, he ignored it.

“I’m takin’ full responsability,” he said pointedly as I tried to remember how to breathe. “I’m gonna make sure ya get food in ya. That it stays in ya. An’ that ya get the best sleep of yer life, Swee’heart.”

Suddenly- before I could even process that he planned on becoming my caretaker- he was on his knees before me, arms wrapped around my waist as he set his head in my lap. “I wanted ta run ta ya the moment I heard. I wanted ta knock some sense inta ya. But now that I see ya...I’m neva gonna let ya outta my sight.”

Jackpot.

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Part 9

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augustwxllow · 4 years ago

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part three

maybe this will be the last instalment maybe it won’t be idk, we’ll both find out at the end together

henry’s pov

henry watched as the doctor scrambled for the paddles and the nurse started doing chest compressions on alex

he didn’t know if the doctors knew he was there but soon they probably would if he sobbed loudly

“charging... clear!”

the anaesthesiologist took the oxygen tube, which connected to the machine, out of henry’s mouth and the nurse removed her hands just in time as the shock was delivered

both the nurse and doctor, as well as henry, looked at the heart monitor

no change

the nurse immediately went back to doing chest compressions as the doctor waited for the paddles to recharge

“charging... clear!”

it was a routine that went on for two minutes and henry started to panic

he felt his hands fidgeting with the strap across his chest

henry caught attention of the doctor who took a step back and shook his head at the nurse

the nurse didn’t stop but instead nudged her head towards henry’s direction

henry’s panic only became worse when the doctor turned around and saw him and went wide eyed

the doctor quickly turned back to look at his patient and then back at henry and then grabbed the paddles immediately

“charging... clear!”

no change happened but he looked at the nurse

“go find me as much ice as you can and bring it here. im not having the death of the first son of the united states on my hands”

the nurse immediately ran out and almost came back immediately with two buckets and placed it around alex’s head

henry’s panic kept rising as he watched the clock

“come on love. don’t do this to me” henry whispered

“don’t leave me”

“charging... clear!”

no change

the nurse resumed compressions

“it’s almost four minutes doctor”

henry thought he squeaked at that and he knew he did when the nurse looked at him

henry knew not all medical shows weren’t accurate that didn’t mean he didn’t research stuff afterwards

but henry knew that after four minutes there would be permanent brain damage

“please love. i love you. please” henry begged one last time

henry watched as the doctor charged the paddles

“history, huh? bet we could make some” henry whispered to himself

henry looked down at his feet as he listened to the doctor deliver the last shock which would help prevent permanent brain damage

that sound

the sound of reassurance

the sound of life

the sound of henry’s fiancé being here

henry looked up and saw the heart monitor beeping at a normal rhythm and watched as the doctor quickly put the paddles away and worked on fixing alex’s shoulder

“fucking hell alex you dramatic asshole” henry let out in a shaky breath

henry watched as the doctor finished up with tying the wound up without the worry of alex would flatline again

henry stayed where he was

he didn’t think he could move after he watched alex laying lifeless on the table for nearly four minutes

suddenly the sound of a door opening caught henry’s attention

he turned around and saw the doctor there looking at him

“apologies your royal highness. im sorry you had to witness that”

henry held back the urge to roll his eyes

“the first son is in a stable condition and hopefully he will make a full recovery. we will have to keep him here for awhile to see if there is any brain damage due the amount of time he was deprived of oxygen”

henry just nodded and the doctor looked at him

“i know im not to speak to like this in front of a royal but he is one lucky bastard”

henry smiled at that and laughed smally

“that he is” henry replied

the doctor nodded and moved his head in the direction of the exit and showed him to alex’s private room

when the doctor reached it with henry he turned around when he heard his sister yell out his name

“you do rather need to be quiet in places like this bea”

“im sorry but i did call out for you four times but your brain was clearly preoccupied with the thoughts of your fiancé being okay”

henry sucked in a breath as the doctor looked at him

“i will not speak a word” he said simply as he held the door open for bea and himself

the two of them stepped in and bea handed him a bag with some clothes in it

“please do get changed so we can burn that uniform. i don’t want to see it again”

“when did you have time to get the clothes?”

“well when you originally told me to go get them i went downstairs and got shaan and zahra and then when i was waiting out there i got bored so i decided to go home and get you some clothes and eat your hidden stash of jaffa cakes”

“excuse me?”

“oh hush hush. just get out of that hideous thing”

henry listened to his sister and went into the bathroom and stopped out of the uniform

“you know what have a shower too” bea called out

henry did do that because he needed something to clear his thoughts before he sat down beside alex’s bed for the next god knows how many days waiting for him to wake up

henry felt clean when he stepped out of the shower and felt comfortable when he pulled out his sweatpants and the alex’s shirt

when henry stepped out, he saw bea had taken occupant of the lounge as she channel surfed so it left henry with the chair next to alex’s hand no doubt bea doing it on purpose

henry sat down and took hold of alex’s hand just as zahra and shaan burst into the room

“shhhh!” bea scolded

shaan shot bea a look but zahra’s eyes were focused on the rise and fall of alex’s chest

“i have to call ellen” zahra stepped out of the room, shaan not far behind

shaan and zahra never came back in and henry could only presume they were standing outside guarding the door

it had been hours since henry last ate and he was starting to get hungry but as if bea knew she left and immediately came back with food for henry

“you can go home bea. i will be quite alright” henry told her as he ate a bit of whatever she got him

“so who proposed to who?”

henry choked

“what?”

“did you propose to alex, or did alex propose to you?”

“it is none of your concern” he told his sister simply

“oh dearest brother, how could possibly think i would not want the juicy details?”

“i really do not think you would want to know bea” he gave her a look

she did not deserve to know who proposed to who it was henry of course as if she couldn’t tell by the band that was around alex’s finger

she also didn’t deserve to know the aftermath either henry hid a smile after remembering that did more than just two rounds after alex said yes

bea just gave him a disappointed look

“you’re no fun baby brother”

henry smiled at that and finished off whatever he was eating and just looked at the rise and fall of alex’s chest

henry had no idea how many days had passed

two???

three???

he didn’t know and his heart began to sink at the thought he would recover

bea had persuaded henry to go home multiple times but he refused there was no home if alec wasn’t there

ellen had flown in two nights ago with june and nora in tow

they’d all stayed for a bit and nora grinned when she saw the band on alex’s finger and june freaked out and ellen just gave henry a kiss

henry didn’t realise how welcoming they claremont’s had let them into their arms nora was a given since she was dating june

what surprised him most is when his nan had sent flowers to alex though when he looked at the card he could tell they were not from her as the words were too kind for her bitter heart about henry’s love for alex

henry was sitting in one of the chairs when he heard someone enter the room. he turned around and saw his brother standing there

“phillip?”

“i just wanted to pass on my congratulations to you and alex”

“im sure you don’t mean that” henry scoffed

“i know i may not approve of it like nan does not but bea may have slapped some sense into me the other night”

henry took notice of the bright red handprint which cover his brother’s cheek and he held back a laugh

“oh... well um thank you i suppose”

awkward silence sat between the two of them and henry wished he would leave already

“just because i do not approve of it-”

“phillip” henry gritted out

“doesn’t mean i shouldn’t stop you from being happy”

“bea made you say that didn’t she” henry said after a moment

“no. i may have had martha slap some sense to me too” he commented as he pointed to his other cheek

at that henry did laugh

“i’m sorry if i haven’t been the best of brothers but hopefully some time in the near future we could become better”

henry sat there for a moment and thought bullshit like that would happen

“i’d like that” henry said simply i would very much not like that

not long after henry said that phillip left and bea entered the room

“did you really slap phillip?”

“yes and it felt bloody good to do so” she beamed

henry laughed at his sister

“mum wants to come to visit but she can’t bring herself to. she thinks it’s her fault since the assassination attempt was on you because she made you go out to the research facility”

“mum can come. im not mad at her or hurt by her if that’s what she thinks”

bea nodded at her brother and then left the room silently

henry let out a sigh and bea entered the room again

“also, not the best time but there are a whole bunch of music playlists people have been making on spotify-”

“bea” henry groaned

“you need to listen to them. the playlist all have to do with you two and i don’t know whilst you’re waiting for your fiancé to wake up maybe you could pick out a song for your wedding”

“you need to stop saying it like that”

“i will ask alex, as soon as he wakes up, who proposed to who, watch me”

bea left the room again and it was just henry and alex

alex and henry

just the two of them like it was and how it should be

stealing moments together

but not like this

this was pain and torture

“please love. come back to me” henry said as he squeezed alex’s hand

not long after henry released his grip, the other hand twitched and henry felt his heart surge up and almost go through his mouth screw the exaggeration

henry looked at him and the heart monitor started to increase slightly but died down when alex’s eyes opened

“love?”

alex gave him a quizzical look and henry almost burst into tears

he didn’t like that look

not one bit

he hated himself for having to witness that look

the look of ‘who are you?’

#im so evil for giving another cliffhanger #i promise you though part four will be the last one #i swear on my life #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #bea fox mountchristen windsor #phillip fox mountchristen windsor #zahra bankston #shaan srivastava #red white and royal blue headcanon #red white and royal blue #rwarb headcanon #rwarb #rwrb #casey mcquiston

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stuntgirlatthevampiremansion · 4 years ago

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To the Rhythm of the Ocean

Pairing: Jake Kiszka/reader

word count: 2,226

warnings: first person POV, the reader is mentioned to be an artist and bisexual but it is not important to the plot. Other than that its just a fluffy day at the beach. 😊

A/n: at last, I finally wrote a fic. It is extremely self-indulgent and was inspired by some anons that @safari-karrot got that I definitely did NOT send ;). I also want to thank Kate for being my beta! I worked pretty hard on it and im proud of it. Hope you enjoy!

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Walking into the elevator of my apartment complex, I was able to let my shoulders relax and my guard down for the first time all day. The day at the studio was intense today, and for all the wrong reasons. No matter how much I tried, I wasn’t able to create anything, as if all of the motivation and drive to do my work had burned out. I was burnt out. I was lucky enough to score an apartment next door to a pair of twins, Jake and Josh, who quickly became good friends. And even more fortunate, they had come back home this week from recording with their band, which meant I could spend my afternoon with them instead of alone in my own apartment.

I entered my house and set my bags and work down on the dining table. It was impossible to make out where the table was under pile of unfinished sketches and work plans, but that was a tomorrow problem. I put on the kettle to make some tea and shot Jake a text asking if I could come over.

Jake... in the last couple of years that i have known the twins, the have become an indispensable part of my life. We take turns cooking for the three of us and hosting movie nights, an even go do laundry together. Having them away for so long felt like a hole had been carved out of my soul, and it also made my harboring crush on Jake ache deeper and deeper. He was unlike anyone I had ever met, we understood each other in a way I never thought I would have with anyone, yet he was still an enigma. He was insanely talented and driven, and he was smart. And kind. And funny. And extremely easy on the eyes. I would never tell him this though, his friendship is all I can get, and I’ll learn to live with that.

His text came back telling me that his door was open. I finished and drank my tea, washed my face, changed into more comfortable clothes, and made my way next door.

When I came into the twins’s apartment Jake was sitting on the sofa playing his guitar, a small notebook sat on his lap. At my entrance, he sent a smile my way, but continued playing.

“Where is Josh?”

“He’s out filming. Why, did you need him?”

“No, just wonderin’.”

“You know, if you just want to hang out with me to try to get into my brother’s pants, you could have just told me. And I want no part of it. Here I was thinking we were best friends.” He teased and wiped fake tears from his eyes, but his smile said that he was just messing. That did not, however, stop my nerves. Best friend.

“I do not want to get into your brother’s pants, Jake. They wouldn’t fit me.” I took of my boots and plopped on the couch next to him. “I’m your best friend?! What about Josh, Danny and Sam?”

“That’s different, they’re my brothers.”

“Hm... I guess you’re a fine friend too, one could even say the best one I’ve had.” Friend.

“And the best one you’ll ever have.” He set his guitar down to his other side, “how was the studio today? Any new paintings?“

I let out an exasperated sigh “I wish. I am incredible burned out, I can barely even pick up a pencil! I have gotten close to nothing done all week and Rachel keeps asking me out, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Rachel? What did you say?” If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought I saw pain flash across his face.

“I told her no, but that is besides the point. I’m just so out of it...”

“You do look like you need some adventure.”

“You could say that”

“You know what?” He got up from the couch and pulled me to stand with him. “I’ll give it to you. Go get dressed, I’ll get everything ready.”

“What? Where are we going?”

“If i tell you it wont be a surprise. Now go to your house and get ready.”

“Then what do I wear?”

He seemed to think about it for a while, then said “something comfortable, but tropical.”

“Jake, that tells me absolutely nothing—“

“You’ll figure it out. Now leave, and don’t come back unless you’re on party business.” It was futile to keep going so I just stuck my tongue back at him and walked out of the door and into my apartment.

I settled on wearing a short blue sundress, boots, and a pair of sunglasses. I walked back into his apartment to find Jake in the shortest shorts i have even seen him wear, an unbuttoned white shirt, and his signature combination of necklaces and a bucket hat. “Are those Sam’s?”

“No, I own shorts too.” He put down two boxes on the coffee table and looked me over once. “That is exactly what I meant! Now carry this to the car.” He handed me a box full of snacks and drinks and we made our way down to the car.

I rode shotgun. He still refused to tell where we were headed. No matter how much I pushed and tried to wear him down, he just said to wait and find out. We got busy talking and listening to music and I gave up asking. Instead, I admired the scenery passing around us, and I admired Jake, with the windows down, his hair wild in the wind, and rocking out to our playlist. He had the ability to make me happy by just taking me on a drive. He didn’t even have to try.

Eventually the buildings turned into trees, and the trees to palm trees, until finally we arrived at a clearing by the ocean. Jake parked the car, “We’re here!”

“You brought me to the beach!” He brought me to the beach! The ocean! The one place I loved most in the world. “I could marry you right now!” I threw my arms around him and jumped out of the car. My boots were off in a second and by the next my feet were already in the water. Jake did the same before joining me at the shore.

“So, was it a good surprise?” I could hear his smile without even looking at him. And he knew the answer before I even spoke.

“The best! Thank you, Jake. Really.”

We set on an easy pace through the shore, side by side. Each picking out seashells and skipping rocks on the water. The sun wasn’t unbearable, for it was afternoon. The sky was blue and almost cloudless, the only thing that altered it were the shapes of birds flying overhead. The sand was coarse and stuck to our feet, but it wasn’t burning. The sea... it was an array of the bluest blues one could imagine, all coexisting for our pleasure. Jake was glowing, and I must have been too, I was incandescently happy.

Back at the car, I set out our snacks and liquor while Jake put in some music. Halfway through our first meal and first bottle, Jake turned up the radio, and waited for my reaction.

“I love this song!”

“I know you do, thats why I put it.” He took our food and put it away on the roof of the car; and for the second time today, pulled me by the hand to stand. “let’s dance”

His touch sent electric currents up my back. Best friend. “this song isn’t danceable, Jake!”

“It is if we want it to be.” And he held my hand in his and dragged me towards the clearing. The breeze was calming, the sea was a splendid blue. The waves lapped at the shore, not strong enough to disrupt our song.

Turns out, the song was danceable after all; and so were all the others that came after it. We held each other while we took turns twirling and laughing, belting our lyrics and acting out the drama of the songs. Every lick of his fingers on my skin left a burning sensation, yet I couldn't get enough. If he knew what this was doing to me... If he knew I was drunk on him and falling on every shared glance, every smile, every touch.

The sun started its descend and our dancing got closer. He held his hands of my waist, my chest pressed against his, my hands on his shoulders as we swayed around our little ballroom of a clearing. My spine tingled, with every inhale, I got drunk in his scent of pine and peppermint.

We got lost in our dancing, and then he got lost in the horizon. The sky had started to turn all shades of orange and pink, the water glimmered upon our eyes like tiny mirrors. A pelican flew over us and dived into the water in search for dinner.

We had stopped moving, yet his hands remained placed at the small of my back, he looked at ease. My fingers twirled a strand of his hair, he didn’t mind.

He looked like he belonged in the landscape, to the oranges and pinks that tinted the sky, he belonged to nature.

And I belonged looking at him, within arms reach yet so unattainable. He would always be a mystery. There was always more to him than met the eye, and even after years of knowing him, I hadn’t deciphered him completely. And I didn’t intend to, he was just like that. And he wasn’t mine to understand like that.

If all I would get were stolen glances with the setting sun as out witness, I’d take it. Because right here, right now, the sight before me was one to behold. Jakes eyes were transfixed on the horizon, his mouth agape. The sun was finally hiding behind the waves, which mean our day was coming to an end. I tried not to think about it, I wouldn’t let the sun steal the light of this day from me. Ocean breeze ruffled his long hair, and as I saw the last light of day melt into his golden brown eyes, I knew that home wasn’t a place. Home is a person. And he was mine. But he would never know, for I doubted I’d be his.

I was thrown out of my daydream when he slightly pulled back and chuckled. “ So home is a person, huh?”

“I— “ I said that out loud. Shit shit shit. I just stared at him like a deer in the headlights. There was no way to dig myself out of this, so I remained silent. Though my hear was beating like a drum and I was certain that he could feel it due to how close he still held on. Best friends don’t say that.

There was a shit-eating grin on his face, one that said he certainly knew what was going through my head. Instead of taunting me further, he said the words I’d most longed fo hear.

“Then you are certainly mine”

Nothing could stop the smile that broke out across both of our faces at that. “And you mine”

Before he had time to reply, I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. There was static in the air, his lips were incredibly soft and tasted of coffee and chocolate. His mouth moved with expertise against mine, he held me close. Closer. Closer even still, until there was no space left between us. My heart was pounding, he licked at my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave, and deepened the kiss. My hands held on to him tightly, as if he would disappear would I let go. He dipped me slightly and I swore I would fall on the sand if he hadn’t held me. The purple sky could’ve turned bright yellow and I would have paid no attention.

We pulled apart for air and the sun was completely gone.

“Jake, I—“

“I know, I feel it too. I have for a while.”

“I was so scared that you wouldn't. Ive felt this way for you for the longest time, I—”

“But I do!”

“But you do!”

He pecked my lips and whispered close to my ear “And if you want, we’ll make it official. Right now. You and me, and a million sunsets to come.”

“I’m yours for as long as you want me, Jake.”

“And I’m yours forever, y/n. Even when i’m far away.”

No words could describe what I felt. It’s as if my blood was replaced by honey and my ribcage contained the moon in all her love and glory. “I wish I could stay here forever, in this moment. With you, and round the world.”

“Check the trunk.” He smiled too wide and untangled his arms from mine.

I reluctantly let go of him and walked towards the car. He tossed me the keys and I popped the trunk open to see the second box Jake hadn’t let me look into. I opened it and found all sorts of camping gear: One tent, two sleeping bags, toiletries, even pajamas. Jake creeped up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. I turned around with an incredulous grin.

“Is that a tent?!”

“That is a tent, sweetheart.”

The end.

—- A/N: I literally CANNOT write unless its in 1st POV. This is 100% self-indulgent, and I have no idea how to write a kiss. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

#Jake kiszka x reader #Jake kiszka/reader #Jake kiszka fic #Jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka #greta van fleet imagine #My writing

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years ago

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Not sleepy

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Seungmin

Noone’s POV.:

Chan stood in the kitchen sipping his morning coffee. Their schedule would be rather relaxed today. Dance practice till lunch, then they could split up to work on songs on their own or in smaller groups. He knew 3racha would be in the studio together and suspected the dance line and vocal line to form teams of their own. Most members were already up and had had breakfast before getting ready for the day. The only one still asleep was Felix and the leader thought if he didn’t wake up in the next five minutes, he’d have to wake the younger because he couldn’t let him go to dance practice without eating something first. His thoughts were interrupted when said younger Aussie walked into the kitchen, sleepily greeting the oldest with a low “Good morning.” Smirking Chan replied: “Sexy”, as he referred to the younger’s raspy morning voice. Felix offered a small smile before helping himself to some cereal. He gave a small cough, as the first bite irritated his scratchy throat before asking: “Hyung, what’s first today?” – “We’ll have dance practice till lunch. You should probably hurry a bit, since you slept almost thirty minutes longer than anyone else”, the leader replied, finishing his coffee and washing the cup. The younger’s eyes widened and his voice cracked, coming out much higher: “I did?”. Chan chuckled and sat down next to his dongsaeng. “We figured if you were still asleep, you needed it. I was about to wake you, just before you walked in. Don’t worry, we wouldn’t have let you run late”, he smiled, running his hand through Felix messy bed-hair. He kept the younger company while he ate and volunteered to wash Felix’ bowl so the other could get ready.

Dance practice had seemed like an impossible task to Felix that day. Sure, he usually loved to dance but he hadn’t properly woken up by the time they arrived at the practice room and the sleepy fog in his brain remained there for the rest of the day. No matter how hard the young dancer tried to focus on the music blasting through the speakers, he kept losing the beat. Chan called for a water break and everyone made their way towards there bags to get a drink. Not really paying attention to what he was doing, Felix bumped into Hyunjin, immediately apologizing. Bending over his own bag, he patted his cheeks a few times, hoping to shake himself out of it. He didn’t know why, but he just didn’t feel like himself today. The Aussie sat down against the wall and sipped on his waterbottle, sighing when the cool liquid hit his throat. It wasn’t particularly hurting but it had felt a bit irritated all morning. Sitting down sadly proved to be a mistake only a few minutes later, when Chan and Minho called them to their starting position to resume practice. The boy put his bottle away and pushed himself up but had to lean against the wall for a few more seconds as black spots danced inn his vision. The leader shot him a confused glance, which went unnoticed by the younger. It wasn’t like Felix to take this long to get back to practice. The dancer was usually very motivated to improve his moves, regardless of how tired he might be and he couldn’t possibly be tired after sleeping in that long.

They still had another two hours of dancing to complete before taking a break for lunch and Felix wasn’t improving at all. If anything, he kept messing up more than in the beginning. His head felt cloudy and spun every time he moved to fast, which happened quite often considering their choreography. His limbs felt heavy, barely following the instructions of his muddled brain, muscles burning as the dancer forced himself to move faster, more expressively. “Come on Felix, you’ve been sleeping soo long today. You can’t possibly be tired mate”, Chan sighed, slinging an arm over the younger’s shoulder as they walked to get some more water. The dancer was glad for the other’s touch because it kept him from running into things like he did earlier. He was a bit frustrated however, he knew he was letting his group down with how much mistakes he made. Truth was, the Aussie didn’t sleep nearly enough the previous night. He had been tossing and turning for most of the night, headache forming when he kept waking up only minutes after dozing off. The headache was still present and had only increased the longer he was awake. With the pounding behind his eyes, the dancer slowly felt his nose closing up and he struggled even more to dance, panting through his parted lips. He couldn’t breathe properly and the lack of oxygen only increased the dizziness. It seemed like a miracle that he made it through the entire practice without collapsing.

Packing up their things while discussing how to proceed with their day, Chan made it clear that 3racha would be in the studio working on some new tracks, which left the remaining five members to figure out what they wanted to do. “I wanted to work on my singing a bit so I was wondering if I could join Seungmin and Jeongin in one of the studios to practice vocals”, Felix asked, voice still raspy, since he barely spoke at all that day. Seungmin smiled at him but Minho didn’t seem too happy about it: “No offense, Lix. But you really have been lacking today. Hyunjin and I will be dancing for a bit longer and I think you could use some extra practice here.” – “Aish hyung, let him be. He was struggling more the longer we practiced. I don’t think he’ll be getting anywhere with his dancing today”, Hyunjin interjected after noticing the horrified expression on his dongsaeng’s face. “Hyungies, can I stay with you?”, the maknae beamed, earning a smile from everyone present. Minho was distracted from his frustration towards the youngest danceracha member, so he let Felix and Seungmin leave. After walking out, Felix shot Hyunjin a quick text, thanking the older for saving him because he was right, the Aussie wouldn’t be improving on his dance moves that day.

“Hey, what do you want to get for lunch or should we just go straight to singing?”, Seungmin asked. Not receiving an answer, he turned to find his hyung’s eyes unfocused, lips slightly parted before his head snapped towards the crook of his arm to catch two itchy sneezes. Felix looked back up, blinking away the irritated tears that had pooled in his eyes before looking at the younger: “Sorry *sniff* what was the question?” – “Bless you, the question was, what food or straight to practice”, the vocalist repeated. After a few seconds of contemplation, the dancer answered in a low voice: “I’m not really hungry right now, so we could just head to the studio or you choose something to eat if you’re hungry.” They decided to just practice their vocals for a while and get a bite to eat when they’d feel hungry later. The walk to the studio was silent except for some soft sniffles from Felix. The sneezes hadn’t helped the congestion in his nose in the slightest. “Hyung, watch out!”, Seungmin yelled, yanking him to the side, “What is it with you running into things today? First Hyunjin, now this doorframe…. You should really pay attention to where you’re going, y’know.” The other could only blink in confusion, everything had happened too fast for him to register. Seungmin let them into the studio, where they set their things down and pulled out some lyric sheets. Sitting down, Felix rubbed his fist against the spot between his eyebrows in hopes of easing the pressing ache there. All it did was wake the tingle at the back of his nose. Now that he thought about it, it had been there all morning. The dancer had no time to dwell on it, as he barely managed to press his sleeve to his nose in time to catch an urgent sounding sneeze. His dongsaeng, who tried to bless him, was cut of by another, harsher sneeze. “Done yet?”, the vocalist asked tentatively, watching his hyung shake his head with a distant look in his eyes. "hEGSHU! Ugh, sorry, I’m done now, I think.“ – “Bless!”, Seungmin said, wincing at how rough the other’s voice sounded after those sneezes, “Are you sure about singing today? Your voice doesn’t sound that great.” – “That is exactly why I need to practice”, Felix sniffled. “Hyung, that is not how I meant it and you know it. You sound sick”, the younger rolled his eyes.

They had a staring contest for a few minutes, which Felix was destined to lose due to another sneeze creeping up on him. He blew his nose a few times and sighed in defeat: “Singing is still better than dancing. I honestly thought I was going to die earlier.” Seungmin’s face softened and he rubbed the older’s shoulder, who tried to recover as much of his voice as possible by clearing his throat. “You know what Chan-hyung always says about pushing ourselves too hard when we’re sick. Maybe you should just go back to the dorm and rest”, the vocalist mused. Felix was quick to shake his head but when he spoke, his voice sounded weak and tired: “It’s not that bad, probably just a small cold if anything. I’ll be fine, plus Chan isn’t any better when it comes to pushing himself-“ The dancer’s voice cracked and he choked on a cough. Ignoring the small concerned crease forming on his dongsaeng’s forehead, he accepted the water Seungmin handed him. “How about this, I think I still have some cough drops in my bag. You’ll have one and relax, while I go over a few songs myself and then we’ll see how you’re doing”, the younger offered and luckily, his hyung agreed. Felix didn’t have that many options to be honest, his throat was left raw after his small coughing fit and he closed his eyes as the sweetness of the cherry cough drop coated it, taking some of the pain away.

He really didn’t mean to fall asleep and he had fought the heaviness in his head hard, but while listening to his dongsaeng’s smooth and soothing voice, his eyes kept closing. Felix repeatedly forced them open again till at some point, they just stayed shut. Breath puffing past his cracked lips, the Aussie dozed off, finally being pulled under by the fog in his head. Seungmin had finished his singing, eyes not leaving the other for a second as he watched his hyung struggle not to fall asleep. Collecting his lyric sheets, the vocalist walked over, studying the dancer’s peaceful face, frowning at the paleness that made the dark eyebags stand out. The Aussie truly looked sick, how could he not notice anything earlier when they were dancing? He reached out a gentle hand, brushing it against the older’s forehead, not surprised at the heat he found there. Sighing, Seungmin sat down and pulled out his phone:

Puppy

Hey hyung, Lix-hyung is sick and I wanted to ask if I could take him back to the dorm. I’ll be working on some lyrics there, so I won’t be completely useless.

Leader-hyung

Sure, you can. What’s up with him? You’d never be useless, Minnie!!!

Puppy

Probably just a cold. He’s coughing and I told him not to sing because his voice sounds pretty rough. I don’t think he can breathe through his nose at all and he has a fever.

Actually, he fell asleep while I practiced and he doesn’t know I’m texting you because he wouldn’t want to go home.

Leader- hyung

Is he putting on that whole ‘I’m fine’-act?

If he has a fever, please take him home and thank you for letting me know

Puppy

Yes, he is.

Wish me luck, that he doesn’t fight me too much when I wake him to go home

Leader-hyung

Just threaten to call me, or actually call me and I’ll tell him to go home

Puppy

Thanks, hyungie

Leader-hyung

See you at the dorm later.

Don’t worry too much about the lyrics either, just keep an eye on Lixxie for me please

Pocketing his phone, Seungmin went over to shake Felix’ arm, the Aussie blinking up at him dazedly. “Hyung, we’re going home”, he stated, slinging both of their bags over his shoulder. The older just watched him confused: “We – what? Where an’ why?” – “We are going back to the dorm because you are sick and need some rest”, the vocalist explained, slower this time. Noticing the hesitation in his hyung’s eyes, he added: “I already texted Chan-hyung, he said you should go back and I should call him if you fight me on this.” The dancer knew there was no use in putting up a fight, plus he felt ten times worse after his short nap and lying down sounded o soo tempting. With a small nod, he allowed his dongsaeng to pull him to his feet and stumbled along while the younger made sure he wouldn’t run into things again.

When the pair made it to their dorm, Felix was pretty much asleep on his feet, which worried Seungmin greatly. Despite his childish personality, the dancer was still a good hyung, who liked to seem strong in front of his two dongsaengs. They took of their shoes and the vocalist parked the older on the couch while he brought their bags to their rooms, changing and collecting a more comfortable set of clothes for his hyung. “Here, why don’t you get changed while I make us some soup for lunch. It’s been a while since breakfast”, the younger smiled, handing Felix the clothes he had picked out. He then went to the kitchen to cook a basic chicken noodle soup his mom had taught him. Soon he felt two arms around his waist and turned to the young Aussie next to him. “You don’t have to do that, Minnie, y’know. I’m ok”, Felix rasped, rubbing the back of his hand against his pink nose. While stirring the soup with one hand, Seungmin wrapped his other arm around his friend’s middle, pulling him into a hug and humming: “I’m not doubting that you’ll be ok, I just want you to feel a bit better now and if there is anything I can do to help you, I will do it, even if it’s small.” He then stepped away from the dancer to pour the soup into two bowl and grabbed chopsticks for himself and a spoon for Felix, in hopes the change of cutlery would make the older feel more at home. They went back to the living and got comfortable on the couch. Seungmin turned on some random drama playing on the TV for them to watch while they ate. “Wow, this tastes pretty good”, the dancer praised, making his dongsaeng blush. “Thanks, my mom taught me.”

Not long after, there bowls were stacked on the coffee table and the two continued to watch the drama in silence. “You should probably try to sleep some more, hyung”, the younger spoke up. Felix really yearned to take a nap, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He usually needed to cuddle someone when he slept and being sick only made him clingier but he couldn’t ask his dongsaeng to cuddle him. The vocalist had already done so much for him and the dancer would most definitely get him sick if he asked for cuddles, so he refused: “Nah, I’m good. Not sleepy yet.” All he got in return was a look that clearly stated ‘if you say so’. Stretching out on the couch, Seungmin pulled the older into a flat position with him and all too soon, Felix congested snores filled the room, while the Aussie cuddled into his dongsaeng’s side. The younger rolled his eyes with one hand tangled in his friend’s locks. ‘Not sleepy my ass’, he thought and continued to watch the drama while absentmindedly playing with his hyung’s hair.

#sick #sickfic #fanfic #fluff #cute #comfort #whump #cold #snz #skz #stray kids #lee felix #kim seungmin #seunglix

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years ago

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Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) Pt. 3

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.

Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol

Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, brief mentions of torture but not for long

Word Count: 1836

Pt.1

You boarded the jet that was to take you to Italy. Looking back at Damian, the two of you exchanged quick nods and you headed into the cockpit. After a few minutes, the flight had taken off and you were on your way to Italy. As always you had promised to return with a song. It was something that he could have that wasn’t assigned or approved of by his mother. You understood that well. Sitting back, you sighed just a bit and got your mind into the game.

Damian’s POV:

It wasn’t a rare thing for you to leave on missions. You did every month or so. It was just that things seemed to be even more of a task around the compound. Training’s vigor was more noticeable. Classes were more boring. The food and company were terrible. The list went on and on when you left. It did improve greatly when you came back most of the time however. The rare nights that you got back and were injured were some of the scariest. You took the worst blows for your team. It was what made you the best leader he’d ever met.

On the nights that Damian saw you being taken to the infirmary practically bleeding out stayed in his nightmares from day one. Talia would try and make him leave since she knew that he typically reacted strongly to it no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He’d worry all night about you until you were back on the training field. The one night he lost it was when you almost died. It was so bad they had to use the pit. He could hear you screaming and knew that you would have rather died. It was a way that the league would torture you. If you messed up, they’d put you in front of a film showing all of your mistakes. After that, you would be nearly dead once they tried to bleed you out and thrown into the pit by yourself. The next day when no one was looking, he pulled you into a massive hug. It’s never been discussed since.

Now he was alone training. His sparring partner was in Italy on a mission without him. It was too quiet in the room now. Damian’s thoughts ran wild as he imagined what might happen while you were in Italy. He knew that there was something that you knew about this turmoil in the league that you were hiding. He suspected that it was on his mother’s demands. Besides, if it was a serious danger, you would say something. At least, he thought you would.

Looking up at the clock that was hanging high on the wall, he was taken from his thoughts be the time. Damian picked up his bag and left for his class that he would be late for if he didn’t rush. Talia would never approve of that. Throughout the rest of the day, he was distracted by the thought of your absence. Though, he’d never admit it. Sitting on the rooftop alone was strange. He almost expected you to join him at any moment preferring the comfortable silence and ease that came with you during these times. He found no point in staying much longer since he couldn’t relax and eventually headed to bed early.

Your POV:

It was night time in Italy. You had scouted the convention and knew all of the points that the targets could get in and out. Going over the plan one last time with your team, you had the map of the building on the desk between everyone.

“Beta, you take target two, make sure that no one of importance leaves alive.” You had explained, “Regroup at the jet once you’ve finished your task. If you’re not back by the end of the hour, find your own transportation to the compound.” “Is everyone clear on the objective?”

The group nodded, “Yes General.”

“Good, we will not be having the issues that were with last mission’s assigned team.”

You folded the map and put it into a compartment in your belt before leaving with the rest of the team and splitting up into groups. This mission was going to be easy in all regards. You had entered the dressing room of your target. The rest of the squad was taking care of the security on the outside. Breaking communication was the most important aspect of the starting phase. This way no one would know if anything was going on. You watched the security team of the foreign diplomat. They were in formation even here. Their weapons were advanced but nothing you wouldn’t be able to handle. The song of an American movie played in the background on their phone. You knew it was something from a Disney musical.

“Tightrope!” You thought remembering that you’d never gotten the chance to relay the song to Damian, “Hopefully the timing of the song isn’t ill placed with everything going on behind the curtains.” “Focus Y/N, you’re on a mission, not at a concert.”

Without a moment’s notice, you hit the signal button on your communicator and then threw in a poison dart into all of the guards. There was a sudden clamor as men started dropping. You smirked some seeing the substance work before coming behind the diplomat and ending him with an injection of a stronger substance sure to end him before giving one more dose of a different chemical to insure the death of all.

You saw that your team was finished and packed back up with the team before heading out.

“Report.” You demanded once getting to the jet on the coms.

“Mission was successful, heading to meet up now.” The squads confirmed.

“Well done to all sides.”

Careful to remember the song, you played it on repeat in your mind as you boarded the jet and took off. Ultimately, you were glad to be sleeping in your own bed tonight if you had the chance to sleep after reports were made to Talia and that the team was competent. You wanted to groan thinking about not sleeping tonight. You were bone tired but knew that the show must go on. Otherwise you’d be severely punished. No sleep was better than the pit.

Upon arrival, Talia met you at the landing pad as usual.

“Report.” She said with a better demeanor seeing you not covered head to toe in blood and rain.

“The mission was a success. All parties were taken out without alerting anyone with the approved weapon of choice.” “No intervention from myself was needed.” You said giving a very, very brief rundown before you’d have to relay the entire mission to her later.

“Good. Report to your rooms. General, I expect you in the briefing room in forty minutes.”

“Yes Talia.”

You saw that Damian was coming from down the hallway. He was later than usual but none the less, you were glad to see him. Even if you’d never admit it.

Damian’s POV:

Damian ran down the hallway upon seeing the jet land. He knew to slow down when the hall would become populated and he’d be exposed so he did. However, the moment that no one was around, he was running again. Damian heard his mother and slowed to a walking pace, taking back his proper stance and commanding look.

“Yes Talia.” He heard you say before you walked past her and towards him.

He was glad to see you ... not drenched in blood. From your blood or someone else’s for that matter. You almost glistened in the moon light as you did on the roof tops. Though, he’d never seen you in mission gear like this for some reason. You looked like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Damian.” You nodded walking to him.

“Y/N. I am pleased to see you not covered in blood and rain.” He commented smirking just a bit.

“Very funny demon. The feeling is mutual.” You replied.

He turned and watched you walk down the hall before going to the roof tops after talking with Talia. Damian knew that you wouldn’t be joining him tonight, however he was ready whenever you did.

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That day almost never came. With what you had taken on with the new rank, you were always busy well into the night. Damian hated it. You almost hated it too. You loved the nights on the rooftop. Slowly, you tried to get back on better sleep but tonight you just wanted the stars and the mountains. That was it.

Over the past few weeks, you had hardly had any time to talk. Even during training for some part was spent with recruits instead of him. You both hated it. For the first time it felt like you were away from a mission but still there. Damian thought that you were too busy for him most of the time so he just didn’t make the attempt to talk to you. You thought that he was going for space for a while so you didn’t push anything. Eventually, you were sick of it though and decided to head to the roof.

You climbed to the top noticing that Damian was already there. Carefully, you sat next to him, legs hanging off the side of the structure.

“I assumed you would not come tonight.” He commented.

“I do not blame you. I’ve been ... extremely busy as of late with this new roll.” You sighed laying down on the roof.

He didn’t say anything for a little while and just enjoyed being able to relax in a place other than maybe his chamber. You enjoyed the silence for a while before he did finally say something.

“Did you come back with a song?” Damian asked glancing at you some.

“As always.” “And do you still want to hear it?”

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes some at your answer.

You started with the song ditching the higher notes as to not be too loud. He knew you could hit them and he knew that you dodged them. He’d heard you before as Talia wanted you to be able to sing for some unknown reason. When you weren’t training as a child or in schooling, you were doing that with a professor. The two of you sat there for a while just admiring the view.

“I should be going off to bed now.” You said, “I have a lingering feeling tomorrow will be long.”

“I understand.” Damian stood with you and headed for his bedroom.

“I expect to see you at afternoon training tomorrow? I don’t have as many responsibilities tomorrow.”

Damian almost smiled, “Of course.”

You headed to your room and plopped into the bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow. No matter how much you couldn’t wait to see Damian more, something told you not to get your hopes up. Before being totally consumed by your thoughts, you drifted to sleep.

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spencers-dria · 4 years ago

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Do You Trust Me?

Someone To Stay Ch. 6

Spencer x fem reader

Y/N POV:

*whack*

You smack your alarm as it goes off for the third time this morning. You look at the clock: 7:15AM. Was it later than you get to sleep in for work? Sure. Did you want to get up this early on your day off? Nope. Between JJ being the planner and Penelope's excitement for the weekend, they had convinced the the group that it would be best to get an early start. It was a several hour drive the to the lake, and they wanted to make the most of our time there.

You roll out of bed and look in the mirror. Sweats and a spaghetti strap tank...this will have to do. You leave your hair in the messy bun that you slept in. Half asleep, you fumble around for some socks and slip on some sandals. A horrific choice you know, but we're going for comfort here, not fashion. It'll be fine. You're not trying to impress anyone, and you'll fix yourself up once you get to the lake. You fully intend to nap part of the way there. You don't even bother to grab breakfast. Instead, you grab your bags you packed the night before and head downstairs. Spencer is probably waiting on you already.

You see him pulling the car up, right on time, as you make your way down the stairs. You slide into the passenger side, setting your bag down in the back seat. Reaching into a road trip bag in your lap, you pull out a blanket and pillow and curl up in your seat.

"Good morning sleepyhead" he chuckles. "Not a morning person, huh?"

You grin. "What gave it away?"

He hands you a paper bag and a coffee cup.

"Don't worry, it's green tea and honey" he reassures you, sensing your hesitation.

"I also got you a bagel."

"I don't know who's been giving you trade secrets but food is really the number one way to win me over." You glance over to see a slight smirk on his face. "How are you so awake? You had time to get ready, grab food, drive to my apartment, and you still seem more awake than I do."

"I'm kind of used to not getting much sleep." He shrugs this off as if it's nothing. You sense he doesn't intend on explaining any further, so you decide not to push him.

"I brought some snacks too. You're welcome to anything you'd like." You pull out a some goldfish, fruit gummies, and Capri suns.

He responds with a laugh.

"Ok you have the appetite of a ten year old."

You feel embarrassed for a moment until you see the smile he's giving you.

"It's cute though."

You find yourself blushing, not used to compliments. "Yeah I guess sometimes I just like to let loose, let my inner child out. Not everything has to be so serious all the time, ya know? What we do, both of us...it's stressful stuff. Sometimes eating whatever the heck I feel like helps with that. If that means chocolate milk and cocoa crispies cereal for dinner then so be it!"

Spencer gives you another smile before holding his hand out. "Alright, you won me over. I'll take a Capri sun."

You can't help but laugh as you watch him try to insert the straw with one hand and drive with the other. After awhile you decide to help him out.

"Here, let me see that." You fix the straw and hand him back the drink. "Goober" you laugh as you rolls your eyes at him.

"So what all are you planning on doing at the lake this weekend?" He asks.

"The question is...what am I NOT going to do?"

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes and laughs. "No fair. You're athletic, coordinated. You can actually do all the fun stuff."

You turn to face him with an incredulous look on your face, jaw dropped. "You're kidding me right? Me? Athletic? That's funny!" You laugh shaking your head. "Nahh I'd say we're on a level playing field. I'm not coordinated at all! I just like go have fun, try adventurous things. Like kayaking, I'm just mediocre but I still love doing it. The only sport I ever did was swimming."

"Ha! You were a swimmer, we're going to a lake, and you think we're on a level playing field?"

"Ok fair enough" you concede. "Will you at least try something new this weekend? Please?" You bat your big brown eyes at him, a technique that rarely failed you.

He feigns a look of annoyance, before a smile finally starts teasing at the corner of his lips. "Alright, alright." He throws his hands up in surrender. "But only if you help me with whatever it is we do. A swimmer and a nurse, you're practically our lifeguard for the weekend. Don't let me drown, ok?" He teases.

"Well since you asked so nicely." You give him a playful punch in the arm as you both laugh.

After a brief moment of silence you hear Spencer speak up. "Did you know that Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time, winning 28 medals in total, 23 of those being gold medals? He swam in his first Olympic Games at only 15 years old, and won his first gold medal at 19. And you...already knew this didn't you?" He stops when he sees your eyebrows raised, giving him a slight smirk.

"Yeah Spencer" you smile, shaking your head at him. "I don't mind though. I like hearing all the cool stuff you know."

You spend awhile listening to Spencer talk about everything from Olympic swimming facts to CPR statistics and the origin of the different swimming strokes. A lot of it you don't know already, and you enjoy learning all of this stuff from him. After awhile, you unintentionally drift off to sleep.

He looks over and smiles, he doesn't mind. This happens to him quite often, and the fact that you encouraged him to share his knowledge gives him comfort. He reaches over and pulls the blanket over your shoulders. Hoping to drown out the sound of the highway, he puts on some classical music at a low volume.

You wake up a couple hours later as you hear the loud sound of gravel under the tires.

"Morning sunshine" he grins at you.

"Oh I'm sorry! I wasn't going to make you drive the whole way."

"It's ok, you got your rest. Better you be rested up and have fun today than stay awake just to drive."

"Thanks Spencer." You smile to yourself. He really was very sweet. Good friends are hard to come by, especially ones you can trust that will stick around. You secretly hope that Spencer doesn't plan on dropping you as a friend anytime soon.

You climb out of the car and take a look around. You've arrived at a modest log cabin, sitting right on the edge of the lake. It's surrounded by y'all trees, so thick that you can't see any buildings anywhere else, if there are any. You stand there for a moment taking it all. You lean your head back and close your eyes, enjoying the sounds and smells of nature. It felt like home. You grab your bag out of the backseat and make your way along a dirt path toward the cabin. You stick yourself hand out by your side, brushing the leaves on the trees as you walk by.

"You really are in your element here, huh?" you hear Spencer call out from behind you.

"Oh you have no idea. Just wait till I get in the water" you shout back over your shoulder.

The two of you make your way into what appears to be the common living room. The cabin appears to be completely wooden everywhere, floors, ceilings, walls, beams. There's rustic decor and lots of plaid, but it's done tastefully. It feels so cozy, and you love it.

"Y/N! You made it! We're in here!" You see Penelope's head pop out of a doorway. You enter a room to find two sets of bunk beds. Penelope and Alex have taken bottom bunks. JJ has her stuff placed on the top bunk above Alex. You set your suitcase in an empty corner and throw your pillow on the bed above Penelope. You feel her sneak up and pull you into a tight hug. "Hey bunk buddy! This weekend is going to be so fun!"

"I'm surprised Penny, the outdoors don't seem like your type of weekend."

"Oh don't worry honey! I brought a float with coasters and a tray for the lake! I'll be sipping on wine and tanning all weekend."

"Just make sure to wear sunscreen okay." You give her a nudge and a smile.

"Okay Nurse Y/L/N." She rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Don't worry! I brought enough sunscreen for everyone."

"Haha, of course you did Aunt JJ."

You look over to see her unpacking her suitcase and organizing her things in the drawers and closets. You decide to do the same, that way it will be easier to find all your things later. After you've all finished unpacking, Alex says she's going to take a quick nap. After getting ready in your swim wear and coverups, you, Penelope, and JJ wander over to the guys room to see what they're up to.

You peek in to see Spencer reading on the bunk above Hotch, who appears to be on a FaceTime call with his son, Jack. Rossi isn't in the room. He's probably already started organizing things in the kitchen. Derek looks like he's ready for the lake, already in swim trunks and rubbing on sun tan lotion.

"You need any help with that, hot rod?" Penelope jests.

"You know it mama."

At this response, Penelope runs quickly across to room and helps Derek to finish rubbing in the suntan lotion on his back. She looks to be enjoying it a little too much.

You and JJ stay leaning in the doorway, laughing.

You finally speak up. "I don't know about y'all, but I've been stuck in a car all day! So if you need me, I'll be out at the lake!"

"I'm right behind, ya." JJ turns to follow you.

At this, Spencer finally pops up from behind his book. "Oh umm, we're going outside now? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet Spencer, come with us and we'll figure it out."

You wait on him while he changes into some swim trunks and a t shirt. He stands in the doorway a bit awkwardly, hesitant to leave the cabin.

"Come on!" You grab his hand pulling him out onto the porch and down toward the lake, following behind JJ, Penelope, and Derek.

When you get to the waters edge, you see the group has already spotted a rope swing. Derek appears to be climbing into a position to jump from. JJ stops him, to test the integrity of the rope first.

Penelope watches as Derek effortlessly climbs up the rocks. "My monkey man" she smirks.

Once JJ seems satisfied that the rope won't break, Derek swings out over the water, doing a back flip before making a splash in the water that sprays everyone watching from the shore. A chorus of groans rings out, half from annoyance at the show off, half from not wanting to get splashed.

You remove your shoes and your coverup as you prepare to get in the water. You can tell Spencer is making a conscious effort to avert his gaze. You blush, suddenly remembering the girls' previous comments about how good you looked in the slick back two piece.

You quickly make your way up the rocks and grab onto the rope as it swings back towards you. Spencer gives you a concerned look.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You could get hurt!" He shouts up at you.

Instead of answering you give him a quick smirk. You back up and get a running start for momentum, holding onto the rope as you swing out over the water. You let the momentum push you out as far as it will take you, as you angle your arms and body to dive deep into the water, just like you used to off the starting block in swimming. As you feel your body dive down into the water, you angle back up and do a quick, few dolphin kicks, propelling yourself much further from the shore. When you finally surface, you're about 20 or so meters from the shore. You see the group staring at where you dove into the water, confused and concerned.

"Over here guys!" You shout at the group to get their attention. They look up to see you much further away than they expected.

"Hey, you weren't kidding!" Spencer laughed.

"We might have to have ourselves a little competition little miss mermaid!" You laugh at Derek's new nickname for you.

You do a few strokes to bring you back to shore as you climb out of the water. You slick your hair back out of your eyes as you wring your hair out.

"Alright Spencer! Your turn!"

You giggle as you grab his hand and drag him towards the rocks.

"Umm yeah this is definitely not a good idea. You clearly know what you're doing, but I will definitely hurt myself. Did you know that drownings are the third leading cause of unintentional deaths?"

"Stop being such a party pooper! Loosen up a bit. Now climb." You cross your arms giving him a look that lets him know you mean business.

"If you fall, your knight in shining armor, Y/N will catch you!" Derek shouts from his spot where he's swimming in the lake. JJ and Penelope are watching from a float shaped like a giant unicorn. Typical Penny.

"Shut up, Derek!" Spencer shouts back at him.

You can tell that he's actually nervous, and not just unwilling to participate, so you decide to climb up after him.

"How about we go together?" You smile at him.

"Can we do that?" He asks, clearly not believing you.

"Yeah! See how there's a plank of wood on the bottom here? There's room for both of us to stand. And then we just hold onto the rope. We'll back up to get some momentum, then right when we get to the edge, we'll hop on the rope ok. But make sure to let go before it swings back towards the rocks."

The look he's giving you says he still doesn't think this will work.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze. "Do you trust me?"

You see the anxiety wash away as he's overcome by comfort. "Yeah, I do actually" he smiles, squeezing your hand back.

"On three okay? One...two...three!"

Before you know it, the two of you are landing in the water. You both come up for air as he starts a splash fight with you. You're both giggling and splashing like little kids, but having the time of your life. You feel water peg you in the back of the head. You turn around to see Hotch and Rossi armed with oversized water guns, peeking out from behind the trees on the shore.

"Hey that's not fair! We're unarmed!" You shout at the two men.

"Come join our team!" Rossi yells back. You and Spencer look at each other confused. You look up to see Alex carrying four water guns out to the water toward Derek, JJ, and Penny.

You and Spencer turn to each other, each with a huge grin. "Oh it's on!" You say.

"It's so on!" he replies before you both make your way onto shore as quickly as possible. Hotch and Rossi hand you each a weapon and the war commences.

After a long fight, the team in the lake finally surrenders. Your team is the clear winner.

"Winner's get dinner first!" Rossi shouts before the four of you make a mad dash for the cabin. You grab your towel, guessing that Alex had laid it out for you, as you see the other ladies' towels laid out as well well. Rossi had the dinner on warmers, so it's all ready for you. As the four of you take your plates full of food to the dining table outside, you pass your opponents. A series of snickers and goofy faces ensues as your team teases them endlessly.

You felt so comfortable around all of them. For people with such serious jobs, they sure do know how to let loose and have fun.

A/N:

I hope everyone is still enjoying it! I know it's a slow burn but it's so cute right 🥰I plan on picking up right where we left off! Please reblog or comment if you liked this chapter! I love hearing feedback!

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(part six)

Part one. Masterlist!

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Your POV*

(Next morning)

"A-achooo!"

You jolted out of your sleep when the loud sound hit you. Half-asleep, you fumbled after a potential threat and thrashed with your legs to get out of bed. Your eyes weren't even open yet and you heard a shocked shriek from Magnolia before something skipped across the sheets and disappeared. You threw the blanket off you, threw yourself to the left to shake it away and-

*Thud*

Ow. You opened your eyes, finally. There was no attack, obviously. If your dream hadn't been about being the captain of a pirate ship as you were in the middle of getting attacked by the Englishmen, there would've been no reason to react that way, you thought. The loud sound was the sound of a canon ball about to hit you, you'd figured. You let the impact of the floor stone you and you just laid there, thinking of what you were currently doing with your life; too tired to move.

"...(Y/n)? Did you- ... Are you dead?"

Hmmm, wait. Yuri, r-right. He saw that totally.

You rose to your knees and slowly peeked over the bedside, upon Yuri's weary gaze. Only your eyes were visible of course. No point in giving him the chance to see your red tainted cheeks after such an embarrassing act.

"(Y/n). What... are you doing?" His voice thick and dry, almost hoarse. He looked at you with his eyes barely widened. You then noticed how awfully colorless his skin was. Well, except for the redness around the base of his nose. Heavy bags under his eyes displayed on his features as well.

"What in the- Well you seem to have had a rough night, Plisetsky." It wasn't particularly an insult. He did look like the ceiling had been falling in on him and as if he had no choice to carry it the entire night. Yuri gave you a snort and leaned back in his bed.

"Shut up, Duchess."

You picked up your fallen blanket and placed it on top of the bed as you eyed the skater. Then the feeling of Magnolia bumping his head against your leg made you look down and sigh.

"Yeah whatever, Punk." You cradled the large cat in your arms and scratched his chin. 'Sorry, darling. I'll make it up to you...' You whispered in the cat's ear and kissed the top of his head. A purr started drumming from his belly but was quickly drowned out by another loud sneeze and a cough right after.

'Oh my, he isn't... Right?' You thought and the Russian boy sniffled harshly. Even Magnolia gave you a 'What's the matter with him?' look. You made your way to his bed and was met with swimming eyes. Even the stunning shade of blue and sea green had faded slightly and had been replaced with a grayish contrast.

"Yuri... Did you get sick from the waterfall yesterday?" You placed the back of your hand against his forehead and the heat hitting you almost made you retract it immediately. That, however, was done anyway by Yuri briskly swatting your hand away with a groan.

"'M fine!" He's burning up with a fever and he's laying here, lying straight to your face while looking close to passing out any minute. Another sneeze and you had decided what to do next.

"I'm calling Yakov that there will be no training for the following days. You get rested."

"No! I-I don't have such time! I'll practice anyway!" He sat up immediately and bore his gaze into you. You assumed that it was meant to be seen as fierce and energetic but it more looked like the kind of stare a drunk person trying to stare his way through solving a math-problem. You gently but firmly laid a hand on his chest at the intention to hold him back from straining himself any further. His gaze met yours with newfound shock and you ignored the feeling of a loud *thump* pulsing through your hand from inside his chest. A slight stutter was heard before you pushed him back down onto the mattress and held him still for a moment. 'Stay.' Was the message that thankfully got through.

"Rest and I'll be back soon, okay? You're not doing anything until you've recovered." Your words were stern but only a nod was seen from the boy as his eyes were intensely fixated upon your hand holding him down. Just then you noticed the rest of his face had turned red and damp from sweat as well, almost sure that it hadn't been there before. 'Oh no, his body turned hotter just now and his heart is beating out of his chest. Better get him some breakfast and call Yakov immediately before he dies or something.' And with that, you left the room and headed towards the kitchen.

You were making some hot chicken soup on the stove when Victor made his way into the hall and saw you, immediately stopping to see what you were up to.

"Smells delicious (Y/n). What are you making? Can I try?" He peeked above your shoulder and gasped lightly. Your shoulders were cradled by his arms from behind and he pushed his weight onto you, causing you to stumble.

"Pleaseeee?"

"Okay, okay! But just a spoon, alright? It's to Yuri." Victor sheered and waved at Yuuri as he as well now joined them in the kitchen. Next moment a spoon was dipped into the soup and the man started fussing about how great it tasted. He then made Yuuri try it as well meanwhile he stood beside you, taking low.

"A soup only to Yuri, huh? I'd say you're growing rather fond of him at this point. Is it 'made with love' as well?"

"Yuri's come down with a fever from yesterday's adventure. I cancelled his practice with Yakov for the rest of the week. Meanwhile, he said Yuri should think about choosing his music and a possible theme for his skating program this year so Yakov can go ahead and choreograph it in time for his return. Maybe you could help him with the theme and all that? I think he'd appreciate a little push into the right mind of thinking."

Victor fell silent and scratched the top of his head as he stared into the soup. You were heading to grab some red shiny apples and rinsed them under the water flow of the sink.

"How unfortunate that he'll have to postpone his practicing like that... Of course I'll help! Though, it's still a little suspicious of you nursing him back to health, I must say.

"Oh, just quit it, will you?"

"How are you feeling? You look pretty washed up." You pushed the door open and was met with Yuri scrolling on social media. His leg slumped over the other, laying on his back. You knew exactly why the media had been the center of his attention. Yesterday's news blew up around the entire world and people are freaking out on social media. But it wasn't just that. A few already silenced fans of the other figure skating idol's wrote about how it wasn't fair to the rest of the competing programs to have such an advantage. Some even went as far as speculating about Yuri Plisetsky already being so sure on winning this season's Grand Prix and with that, that arranged tour with you. As if he hired you as coach because of that. To get to know you before the big collaboration between the two competitions.

"I always do. No point in rubbing it in though." You put the soup down on a little nightstand you pulled in front of the bed. Followed by the soup came a glass orange juice and a tray with star-shaped apple-slices. He grabbed the spoon you handed him and gave you a quiet 'thanks' before attacking the food.

"That's really not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I implied you look tired. That's what washed up means." You grabbed a chair from your desk and but it beside him on the floor. He looked slightly bugged that you'd be staying so close to him like that. Maybe he worried about another person getting sick but probably not. It was you at risk in this matter and he didn't exactly care about you, you knew. And yes, getting sick is a down step for a singer since the recovery can be slow and painful. But you didn't really care this time. Besides, you wouldn't be starting this season of We Are Voice in a good month anyway.

"You meant ugly though." His words were subtle and caused you to blink, slightly dumbfounded. Why did he say those things so casually about himself?

"You're never ugly, Yuri."

Wasn't he the one with confidence and pride worth a tiger's during last season's Grand Prix? It feels a little out of place somehow. For him to put himself down after only been doing it to others before.

"Say what now?" He took an apple slice between his fingers and inspected it before chewing it up with a mouth of orange juice.

"... You're actually really pretty... if only your personality wasn't to nasty though..."

You just felt like saying it, honestly. You felt like maybe he needed to hear it. And the parted lips and the wide stare you received from him revealed that you just might have been right. But he quickly read into the following sentence of your exclamation and shook his head.

"H-Hey!" The insult clearly hit the right spot as well judging by the pout and the blush. You flashed him a grin and let a loud laugh escape your lungs.

"Just eat your damn soup,Plisetsky!"

"Hey um... " You looked up from the book you had been reading. Yuri was finished with his breakfast and had been eying you for a good long minute in secret before deciding to speak up. You had just decided to ignore it and figured he'd say something if he felt like it.

"I have been wondering. So the reporter called you The Aubade Duchess yesterday... What does that stand for anyway?" The events of yesterday hit you in the gut once again. The loud screaming and the now so familiar pressure around you. They had been calling you The Duchess of (nationality) ever since your first year at the senior league of We Are Voice where you came in third. You hadn't been competing as a junior the years before but you were immediately a favorite of the people. Then, your second year, you won first place and earned the word 'aubade' to your fan made title. Last year, even though your competition grew more hellbent on winning, you came in first place once again. Your own coach had promised your fans a third golden success for this years finals. The title kind of stuck as you grew up on the stage.

"Right, that. Aubade stand for 'a love song which is sung at dawn', I have been told. It's silly, really." You turned to watch a certain detail in the marble floor, expecting some kind of teasing to come next. But the room fell silent for a moment and your eyes sought the reason behind the reaction.

"It suits you." It had been quiet. But you heard it nonetheless. Yuri wasn't meeting your gaze either but noticed your stunned surprise anyway.

"W-well, I mean... No- maybe? I don't know! It sounds ridiculous, just like you! God, you're so clingy and asking too many questions all the time."

He's been acting so... strange from his usual behavior. Like the fever has turned him into a less tense and distrustful version of himself almost. Wasn't he able to think straight? Perhaps you should treat him as a drunk person after all.

Even though your hand had been previously swatted away, you still put it to his forehead anyway. It was as hot as the first time and the heat made you snap back to your current situation.

"Shit. You're burning up... maybe I should-" You were cut off by Yuri leaning into your hand and closing his eyes. His entire posture screamed 'about to pass out'.

"Your hand... feels cool and nice..."

What the hell? Yeah he's as good as drunk. Wait no- you should call an ambulance, right. This is really bad.

"Oh. Should I get you a damp towel?" You were just about to retract your hand. To leave the room and attend to his fever once again but you were stopped. The Russian Punk took a weak hold on your wrist and held your palm close to his forehead. He sniffled once more before nuzzling into your hand with a little sigh. One more sniffle and he was out.

Light breathing was heard and he was finally asleep. On you, though. You couldn't even reach your phone to dial the hospital. You didn't want to scream for help either because it might have woken him up. But then, you couldn't help but feel a tad of relief as you were finally given a (kind of) break for a few moments.

But you had stuff to do. Those towels wouldn't wet themselves and you better prepare them for him. You began the attempt to remove your hand as carefully as you could but were immediately cut off by the soft mumble of a sound asleep Yuri.

"Mm... Don't you dare go anywhere."

...Okay then.

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