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iheartz4starzz · 9 months ago

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NEVER THERE 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

husband!chuuya x f.reader

SYNOPSIS: you only get to see your husband, chuuya, once a day, which is late at night when you're about to go to sleep. the next morning, you always wake up to him gone.

TW: slight angst, but dw, it'll be fluff at the end, might be a few grammar mistakes

NOTES: fun fact: a lot of these oneshots are based on my c.ai chats <3

Btw I never specified if the reader was taller or shorter than Chuuya, so you can just imagine it urself. ^^

You heard the door unlock, revealing a redhead mafioso, who peaked his head into the room. He let out a sigh and stepped through the door, running a hand through his hair as he set his hat onto his nightstand.

"Doll, did you wait f'me again?" Chuuya asked and crossed his arms.

There you were, sitting on your guys shared bed with your phone in hand. You were playing mobile games while waiting for your beloved to return home after a long days worth of work.

"Yeah. It doesn't feel the same when you're not here next to me when I sleep." You replied, averting your gaze with a slight pout.

Chuuya let out another sigh, but couldn't help but chuckle and smile warmly at how cute his wife was. He quickly showered and changed into his bedtime clothes before getting into the sheets next to you.

Resting your cheek on your husbands toned chest, you let out a breath of contentment before closing your eyes. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms was soothing for you, which was perfect to help you sleep.

"How was work today?" You asked with a yawn, trying to keep yourself awake.

"Fine. I had to fix a smuggling deal that one of my stupid subordinates messed up." Chuuya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You laughed, then snuggling closer to the redhead. You let out another yawn, to which Chuuya noticed and ran his fingers through you (h/c) hair. "You're tired, doll. Go to sleep now."

You shook your head in protest, blinking your eyes. "Nuh-uh! I want to spend more time with you, so I need to stay awake."

Chuuya shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. "Sleep now."

"But I-"

"No buts."

You sighed, closing your eyes to let your sleepiness consume you. Before you could final succumb to your slumber, you looked up at Chuuya with tired eyes.

"Will you be here next to me when I wake up?"

Chuuya could only bite the inside of his cheek and shake his head. "No doll, I'm sorry. I have work tomorrow."

You nodded and closed your eyes. "I love you, Chuuya."

"I love you to, (Name)."

The next morning, you woke up per usual to Chuuya not next to you. You let out a sigh of disappointment and stretched, then moving your feet to over the edge of the bed. You unplugged your phone from your charger and noticed a note and a red rose sitting on your nighstand.

You took the letter and read it, smiling in the end. The letter said:

'Dear (Name),

I'm sorry I can't be there to greet you in the morning. I promise I'll make it up to you next time with a bunch of presents, love, and kisses.

I love you.

Your husband, Chuuya.'

Though the letter was sweet, you couldn't help but frown in disappointment. That's what he would always say when you brought up the fact that he was never there for you. Pushing the thoughts down, you got up from bed and headed to your office to start working.

Usually you stayed home, due to the fact you were a stay-at-home wife, and partially of the fact you also worked from home. It was only those one times you went outside if you wanted to go shopping.

One work was finished, you went to the kitchen to make dinner and clean up around the penthouse. Once again, you ate dinner alone and left leftovers for Chuuya to eat once he got home. You then got ready for bed and got under the covers, bringing out your phone and began to wait till Chuuya came home.

Another hour passed, and Chuuya was still not home. You let out a sigh and laid sprawled out on the bed, starfish style. Bringing your arm up into the air, you stared at the hand with a ring wrapped around your ring finger. You chewed the inside of your cheek and rested that hand on your chest. You yearned for Chuuya's love, and missed him dearly.

Just then, the door to the bedroom unlocked, revealing the redhead who walked inside with a tired expression.

"Hey, Doll. I'm back." He greeted you with a smile.

"Welcome home." You replied and sat up.

After Chuuya was done with getting ready for bed, he got under the covers with you. Chuuya let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"I missed you." Chuuya told you.

You stayed quiet for a moment before responding. "I missed you to. But, you're not going to be here next to me when I wake up..."

Chuuya frowned. He felt a twinge of guilt in his heart and began to rub your back apologetically. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, (Name). You know how my boss is."

Suddenly, Chuuya heard sniffling. He watched you sit up from his arms and bury your face into your hands, beginning to cry. Chuuya felt his heart shatter to see you sobbing because of him. Chuuya sat up quickly and rubbed your back.

"(Name)?" He mumbled quietly, his soft voice laced with concern and worry. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-I'm sorry. It's just that— I miss you so much, Chuuya. I only see you one time a day because you always come late from work." You sobbed and wiped your tears. "But every time I stare at my ring, I have to keep reminding myself that I have a husband! But it feels like I don't, because you're never here!"

Chuuya didn't know how to reply, and only felt his guilt increase from hearing your pain and yearn for his love. Chuuya cupped your cheek, turning you face towards him. "(Name), I—"

"Am I pushing you away? Am I to clingy? Is that why you're spending so much time at work instead of at home with me? Your wife?" You interrupted Chuuya, sniffling again. "Is your job really more important than your wife? Do you still love me?"

Chuuya's eyes widened when he heard that last question. He quickly brought you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "No, I still love you! And you're not pushing me away, (Name)—"

Chuuya took a deep breath before continuing. "You're not pushing me away, love. I would never allow that to happen, because you're the most important woman in my life. I love you far to much to ever let you go. It's just... it's my job."

"But wouldn't Mori understand that you have a wife at home? You're not just some mindless pawn for his use! You're your own person, Chuuya!" You argued, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-No, I'm sorry. I understand that you're doing this for the both of us. I understand that you're working really hard to have a roof over our heads..."

"(N-Name), don't just brush if off like that," Chuuya stammered, cupping both of your cheeks. He let out a sigh before pressing a kiss against your lips. "I'll see what I can do, alright? Just... please don't cry. I can't bare to see you like this."

You nodded and laid back down in bed with Chuuya, wrapped in his arms. You sniffled again and wiped the left tears on your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red. "I'm sorry, Chuuya. I just don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I know, Doll. I understand where your pain is coming from, I really want to do something about it." Chuuya replied and brought your closer to him, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "I love you, (Name). Don't think to much about it, okay?"

You nodded once more. "I love you to, Chuuya."

The next morning, you stirred from your sleep, blinking your eyes awake and looked to your side. Frowning to see that Chuuya wasn't there, you got up and ran a hand over your face.

'Don't be such a bad wife, (Name). Chuuya is doing this for both you and him. At least appreciate what he's doing.' You told yourself and got up from bed, making your way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As soon as you left the bedroom, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, tingling your taste buds. You breathed in the smell, licking your lips as you approached the kitchen. You peaked around the corner, your eyes widening to see Chuuya standing at the stove with a apron that said 'Kiss The Cook.'

"Chuuya?"

Chuuya jolted and turned around, quickly turning off the stove and smiled at you warmly. "Morning, Doll."

You teared up, smiling as you ran towards Chuuya, crushing in a hug. "Agh! W-Why are you crying?" Chuuya frantically asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"N-No, it's happy tears, Chuuya! Happy tears!" You repeated, laughing at his misconception.

Chuuya smiled and cupped your cheeks, giving you a morning kiss. "You're such a crybaby." He teased and flicked your forehead.

You whined and held your forehead, pouting as you looked up at Chuuya. The two of you laughed it off in the end. Chuuya wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The two of you connected lips, the kiss strong, passionate, yet gentle at the same time.

After a few moments, the couple broke the kiss and smiled at each other. You rested your forehead against Chuuya's, eyes closed as the two of your soaked in the moment.

"I love you, Chuuya." You whispered.

"I love you to, (Name)." He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Soo... Kiss the Cook, eh?"

"Shut up!"

ENDING NOTE: i didn't want to make readers wife role seem to clingy, or to unappreciative. i hope i didn't make anybody upset with reader, tho.

luv u all! <3

-mai

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partycatty · 1 year ago

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I have this idea:

Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)

johnny cage > zip me up

johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?

warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL

notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing

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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.

"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."

you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"

"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.

"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."

"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."

"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"

"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"

you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.

"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."

"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.

"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."

"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."

"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."

you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.

"i don't have a dress-"

"i'll buy you twenty."

"nobody knows who i am-"

"eyes'll be on me."

"what if someone laughs at me?"

"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."

you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.

"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.

"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."

"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."

"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."

"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!

you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.

sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.

you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.

"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"

he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.

"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."

johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.

"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."

even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.

perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.

after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.

it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.

"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."

you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.

after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.

"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.

you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.

"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.

"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."

eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.

his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.

the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.

you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.

as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.

"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."

"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.

"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.

you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.

"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."

"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."

"just okay?"

"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."

"do you want me to stop?"

"...no."

"good girl."

he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.

johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.

"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."

he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.

"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"

your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.

you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.

"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.

his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.

"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.

"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."

he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.

"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."

you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.

his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.

"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."

johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.

he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.

"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."

you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."

"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."

he doesn't really regret it.

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When the Levee Breaks | Lucifer Rising | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: just so much angst, all of it, mentions of torture, potentially triggering for those with religious trauma, ADDICTION DISCUSSED HEAVILY, relapse, withdrawal, etc

Word Count: 6307

A/N: Y'all!!!!! The end of season 4!!!!

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I do just want to make y’all aware that I will be waiting until I have completely finished writing season five to upload the first episode of the season. I do apologize! That’ll probably take me a few months to finish. However, I do want to prioritize writing my queue of requests and also make sure that this last season is as amazing as possible. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for all of the support.

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You didn’t have much time to think on Castiel’s foreboding message to you because Sam was practically vibrating with anxiety. “Alright, let's hear it,” he practically pleaded.

“What?” Dean responded.

“Drop the bomb, man.” Sam was clearly still ignoring you, and you were temporarily okay with that. “You saw what I did. C’mon, stop the car, take a swing.”

The older brother shook his head. “I'm not gonna take a swing.”

“Then scream, chew me out.”

“I'm not mad, Sam.”

The man scoffed. “C’mon. You're not mad?”

Dean pursed his lips. “Nope.”

After making sure your phone was on silent, you rang Bobby’s phone for three rings exactly, and then, hung up before he could answer.

“Right. Look, at least let me explain myself—”

“Don't. I don't care.”

“You don't care?” Sam replied. He sounded almost hurt.

“What do you want me to say, that I'm disappointed?” Dean sighed. “Yeah, I am. But, mostly, I'm just tired, man. I'm done. I am just done.”

Just then, Sam’s phone rang. “Hey, Bobby.” You could see his expression turn to panic in the passenger’s side mirror, and you did your best to look discreetly.

“What's going on?” Sam asked.

Dean feigned surprise as Sam hung up the phone. “What'd he say?”

****

“Well, thanks for shaking a tail,” Bobby told you as you rushed into the hallway toward his panic room.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, you got it.”

Sam opened the door.

Smoothly, Bobby told him, “Go on inside. I wanna show you something.”

The younger brother walked into the panic room while you, Dean, and Bobby stayed in the doorway.

Sam looked at Bobby expectantly. “Alright. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?”

“You are. This is for your own good,” Bobby said evenly, and you and Dean helped to quickly shut the door.

“Guys? Hey, hey. What?” Sam walked toward the barred window in a panic. “This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?” he continued shouting even as you walked away. Once Bobby latched the window, his cries were muffled and easier to stomach.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean told him quietly when you were farther away from the door Sam was repeatedly banging on.

“Don’t mention it,” the man replied. “And I’d be thankin’ her.” He nodded toward you.

Dean slipped his fingers in yours and brought them up to his lips to kiss gingerly. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I said those things to him back when we picked up Jimmy,” you told him. “I do plan on apologizing to him when he’s… y’know, better.”

Dean nodded. “You don’t have to apologize. I mean, you coulda said it differently, but you were right.”

Bobby sighed. “Alright. You kids better get some sleep. I got the upstairs bedroom ready for ya.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” you smiled weakly.

When you’d finally finished showering and were busy brushing your hair, you met your eyes in the mirror for the first time in days. Your damp hair looked messy to you no matter how many harsh strokes you made through it, your eyes had a sadness you couldn’t remove no matter how many times you’d tried smiling at yourself in the mirror, and your cheeks had an abnormal flush. You’d thought you were doing better, and then, you saw Jimmy again. Every horrible thing you’d done came flooding back, and it reopened the wound inside you’d tried so hard to mend.

Dean came up behind you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, but you hardly registered it. With his arms around your waist, his eyes met yours in the mirror. “Are you okay?”

You turned to face him. “I don’t even know anymore, Dee. Are you okay?”

His lack of an answer was enough for you.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” you said.

“For what? You haven’t done anything,” he answered.

“I know. But I figured you’d wanna hear it from someone.”

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, and you tilted your chin up to kiss his nose.

“I don’t know how to help him, (Y/N),” Dean sniffled. He was trying his best to hold back tears, and it broke your heart.

You reached up to cup both sides of his face. “It’s not your job to help him. I know you want to, but you can’t help somebody who doesn’t wanna help themselves.”

“I’m gonna damn well try.”

“Dean, I tried with Steven. And I lost him anyway.” You hadn’t meant for your voice to sound so harsh, but it was the truth. “Look, I think we’re doing the only thing we can do for him right now. And if, after he detoxes, he chooses to relapse? We can’t do anything about that.”

Dean broke away from you and walked over to the bed with his shoulders squared. “He’s not gonna. I’m not gonna let him.”

“I don’t think you would’ve let him start demon blood in the first place, and here we are,” you responded. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Look, I don’t wanna fight with you. Not you. Not right now. Can we just go to sleep? Please?”

Dean’s face was stoic, but he nodded.

When you’d slipped under the covers with him, he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you.” He kissed your forehead.

“I know, baby, it’s okay.” You brushed a hand over his head and rested it around his neck. “Goodnight.”

“G’night, sweetheart.”

****

The next day, you stood with Dean outside the panic room. Sam had been slamming against the door for hours, and you needed him to stop.

“Okay. Let me out. This is not funny,” the younger brother pleaded, grabbing the bars on the small window.

“Damn straight,” Dean replied gruffly.

You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, simply listening.

“Dean, come on. This is crazy,” Sam chuckled, although there was an edge of nervousness in his voice.

“No. Not until you dry out.”

“Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door.”

Dean’s face drew together. “You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to me over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it.”

Sam sighed. “I'm not some junkie.”

“Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately,” the older one scoffed.

“You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?”

Dean shrugged. “If it smells like a duck.”

“Dean, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith.”

“And my brother didn’t do drugs for kicks,” you couldn’t help but add, “he did it to calm himself down after my dad beat his ass. He did it ‘cause his life sucked. There’s always a reason, Sam.”

“You’re acting like I’m shooting heroin—!”

“You might as well be!” you shouted back. “You think this is making you ‘stronger,’ but you are erratic. You’re weak. You’re desperate.”

“Try pathetic,” Dean added.

“Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you two so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?” Sam snarled.

“Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby, (Y/N), and I will kill her. But not with you.”

“You're not serious.”

“Congrats, Sammy,” Dean stated firmly. “You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse.”

Despite Sam’s begging for Dean not to go and to let him out, Dean shut the window and walked away. You cast one look at the door before following him out.

****

Sam’s screaming had gone on for hours. No matter how many glasses of whiskey you and Dean drank, you couldn’t drown it out.

“And I thought meth withdrawals were bad,” you said monotonously, taking another sip of your whiskey.

“How long is this gonna go on?” Dean asked Bobby.

Bobby raised an eyebrow. “Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it.” Leaving you with that thought, Bobby’s phone rang. “Hello. Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you.”

Dean made a face. “What's up with Rufus?”

“He knows,” Bobby replied simply.

It left you with more questions than answers.

Then, Bobby’s phone rang again. “I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important.”

As it turned out, the news Rufus had to share was incredibly important. So many seals were breaking at incredible speeds, and there couldn’t be many left intact.

“Where the hell are your angel pals?” Bobby nodded at you.

You shook your head. “For once, I wish I knew.”

Bobby looked like he didn’t want to say what he was about to. “I'm just wondering…”

“What?” you and Dean asked.

“The apocalypse being nigh and all…” he trailed off, “is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?”

Dean’s shoulders went rigid. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I don't like this any more than you do, but Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon.”

The older brother scoffed. “So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?”

“Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it,” Bobby responded. “I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying, is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much.”

You nodded. “I get it,” you said after a moment.

“You do?” Dean glared at you.

“Yes.” You glared right back. “To hell with the apocalypse. But remember what I said last night? About ‘you can’t help somebody who won’t help themselves’?”

Dean nodded, though his eyebrows were still furrowed and angry.

“Sam doesn’t want to stop,” you said. “And it stings. And I hate it. But we can’t keep ‘im locked in there forever. Even if we do stop the apocalypse, we could let Sam out and he could immediately go out for another fix.”

“I can’t believe you, (Y/N)—” Dean shook his head.

“Dean,” you cut him off. “I already lost my brother. I don’t want you to lose yours. I don’t wanna lose my friend. I’m telling you, I think letting him out might be the move.”

Dean shook his head and headed to the door. You didn’t see him for hours after that.

****

While you were upstairs writing in your journal, you heard a subtle flapping of angel wings from the corner of your room.

“What do you want, Castiel,” you sighed.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he replied.

“We’re gonna set some boundaries now, ‘kay?” You shut the journal and crossed the room to the angel. He didn’t react to the finger you shoved in his face, but it was clear it annoyed him slightly. “You don’t get to turn into Uriel on me, alright? You don’t get to do that. I won’t answer your every beck and call. You can tell me what you want me to do, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen. Got it?”

“Have you finished?” Castiel asked monotonously.

Your glare was enough of an answer for him.

“You will answer when I call. You will do as I say. Remember, my orders do not come from me. They come from—”

“Oh, the big man upstairs?” you scoffed and turned away from him. “And where the fuck has he been? Multiple seals have broken in the last few hours alone, and you and the angels seem to be on sabbatical. But, please, order me to go stop all of them on my own without any divine intervention. Go ahead.”

“I’m growing tired of your whining, (Y/N),” Castiel told you. “You will let Sam out of the safe room tonight.”

You snorted. “And why would I do that?”

“Because you know what Heaven will make you do if you don’t.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “You wouldn’t do that to me, Clarence.”

He sighed. “The order doesn’t come from me, (Y/N). You know that.”

“So, here’s my options, right?” Tears welled in your eyes. “Either I submit fully to Heaven’s whims, or you make me torture my boyfriend. And you would do that to me: you, Castiel.”

“You cannot put this on me,” he responded flatly. “My orders are from my superiors. I am merely the messenger between them and the humans in my charge. I am not doing anything to you. Heaven isn’t, either. You make the choice here.”

When you looked back up, he was gone.

****

Castiel had apparently paid Dean a visit after he met with you, and Dean swore to obey Heaven’s orders for the greater good of humanity.

“Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?” Bobby questioned Dean.

The screams from Sam in the basement were deafening you despite how muffled they actually were.

Dean gave Bobby a harsh look

“I'm sorry. You prefer 'sucker'?” the elder man scoffed. “After everything you said about them, now you trust them?”

“Bobby, go easy,” you urged. “They probably threatened him the way they’ve been threatening me.”

Dean whipped his head to meet your eyes. “They’re still threatening you?”

You looked down at the floor.

Your partner sighed and looked back at Bobby. “I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan. I just— I’m out of options. It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon.”

Bobby finally nodded. “I see your point.”

The room quieted. In fact, everything was quiet. “Y’all hear that?” you questioned.

“Yeah, that's a little too much nothing,” Bobby replied.

Immediately, the three of you sprinted to the basement and opened the window in the door. Your eyes immediately landed on Sam who was convulsing on the floor of the panic room violently.

“What if he's faking?” Dean asked you.

“That’s not faking,” you said, and you immediately threw open the door.

The three of you did your best to hoist him to the cot and hold him there.

“We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety!” Bobby shouted over Sam’s choking. “Dean? You with me? Dean! Before he has another fit.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with,” the older brother finally replied.

****

The seizure was the final straw for you. Ultimately, you were the reason Sam was seizing from withdrawals. You were the reason he was in pain, and you were helping Dean hurt him. You tried to convince yourself that you were only letting him out to fulfill Castiel’s wishes and protect Dean, but deep down, you felt it was the right thing to do.

You’d told Bobby and Dean you were just sitting with Sam until his seizure was over, but you’d opened the door for him and untied him. Once back upstairs, you heard Bobby and Dean arguing.

“I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?” Bobby asked, looking between you and Dean.

The younger man sighed. “Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him.”

Bobby’s voice got quiet. “No, it isn't. We are.”

‘Okay, good. At least he’s feeling the same.’ You almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“What?” Dean asked.

“I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold-turkey thing isn't working. If— If he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer.”

“No. I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it.”

“What if he dies, Dean?” you asked.

“Then at least he dies human!” he argued. “I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster.”

**** After you’d ensured Sam was out of the room, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. You knew Dean would be furious, but you’d done as Castiel asked. Castiel never explicitly told you not to tell Dean, so now was the time.

“Okay,” you finally said as you finished drying the last dish from dinner. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”

Dean chuckled. “What? Your stomach’s already that upset?”

You would’ve smiled had the circumstances not been different. “No. I let Sam out.”

The room went completely silent.

“You’re kidding,” Dean said.

“I’m not.”

“Dammit, (Y/N)!” he roared, immediately standing from the table. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Because Castiel made me!”

“No, you can’t use the angel excuse this time,” he grunted. “You wanted to let him out. Hell, that’s what we’ve been arguing all day about!”

“No, Dean, I’m serious!” you answered. “He was in our room last night. He told me the same thing that Uriel told me. That if I didn’t comply, I’d have to hurt you.”

“And why would the angels want him high on demon blood? I mean, what reason would they have to let ‘im out!”

“I don’t know, Dean!” you answered. “Look, I was honest with you. I let him out. Heaven’s orders. But they never said we couldn’t track ‘im down and bring him back.”

Dean was clearly still fuming, but he nodded. “Fine. If something happens to him, I swear to god, (Y/N)—”

“I don’t want him in danger anymore than you do! I swear. I wouldn’t have let him out if it weren’t for the angels. I would’ve kept him locked up, because even if I disagree with you, he’s your brother. I wouldn’t go behind your back like that without angel intervention. I promise.” Your words seemed to sink in a bit. “I swear, Dean.”

“Alright!” he huffed finally. “I’m allowed to be pissed off about this. But I believe you.”

You breathed out in relief. “Thank you. He would’ve taken one of Bobby’s cars. I’ll run all the plates and find the one that’s missing. Okay?”

“Okay.”

****

You worked hard through the whole night to find where Sam had taken Bobby’s car. Around ten that morning, you got a hit.

Dean walked over to you with a cup of coffee. Though he was still mad, you were grateful for the small peace offering. “Police found Bobby’s car.”

“They did?” Bobby cut in.

“Yep,” you replied. “Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota.”

“He's switching up,” Dean nodded. “Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?”

“Two: nineteen ninety-nine Honda Civic, blue—” you began.

Bobby cut you off. “Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes.”

“What was the other one?” Dean questioned.

“White oh-five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign,” you answered.

“You're right. He'd never take that. Which is exactly what he did,” your partner decided.

“You think?”

“I know that kid,” Dean insisted. “Alright, I'll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases,” he told Bobby. “C’mon, (Y/N). We gotta find him quick.”

****

And you did. Dean truly knew his brother better than anyone. Sure enough, the flashy car Dean knew Sam would’ve stolen was parked in the lot of a hook-up motel, a place Dean knew his brother would never stay unless he was trying to evade Dean.

“Dee, are you gonna be okay?” you asked him quietly before the two of you got out of the car.

He couldn’t verbally respond. He just took a deep breath and nodded. You pulled the demon knife out of the glove box, and you and Dean headed inside.

You hid around the corner at the end of the hallway and waited for Sam or Ruby— who you knew he had to be with— to leave his room. Soon enough, you heard Sam’s unmistakable and retreating footsteps.

Dean’s face was set in hard lines as he peered around the corner at his brother. Your heart cracked in your chest at the entire situation.

With the demon knife clutched in your hand, you steeled your nerves and entered Sam’s room.

“Sam?” Ruby called from inside. You could tell she was lounging on the bed from the way half of her body was concealed by the wall that formed the bathroom in front of you.

“Guess again,” you said, and you were on her in an instant. Since you’d managed to catch her slightly off-guard, she was unprepared for the way you slashed at her throat with the demon knife. The knife only managed to scratch her as she pushed you off her. Dean was next to brawl with her, and you tossed the knife to him that he caught effortlessly. As you fought Ruby, the two of you moved expertly. You had become so accustomed to Dean’s fighting style, and him to yours, that the two of you moved almost as if you were dancing.

Within minutes, Sam was back in the room and joining the fray. He begged you and Dean to stop, but neither of you relented.

“Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep me from crashing it. Well, solid try, but here I am,” Dean snarled.

“Dean, I'm glad you're here. Look. Let's just talk about this.” Sam held his hands out as you stalked around Ruby.

“Not until she’s dead,” you insisted.

Sam cut his eyes at you. “Ruby, get out of here.”

“No, she's not going anywhere.”

Sam stepped in front of his brother as Dean tried to rush Ruby.

“She's poison, Sam,” Dean insisted.

“It's not what you think, Dean.”

“Look what she did to you. I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit—”

“She was looking for Lilith.”

“Bullshit,” you jumped in.

Sam shook his head. “You're wrong, guys.”

“Sam, you're lying to yourself. I just want you to be okay,” Dean tried. His eyes had softened considerably. “You would do the same for me. You know you would.”

“Just listen.” He tossed Ruby’s knife that he’d taken from Dean onto the bed. “Just listen for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, Dean. We'll do this together.”

Dean nodded with his lips pursed. “That sounds great. As long as it's you, me and (Y/N). Demon-bitch is a dealbreaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now.”

Sam’s face fell. “I can't.”

Dean shook his head and turned away.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Dean, I need her to help me kill Lilith,” Sam insisted. “I know you can't wrap your head around it, but maybe one day you'll understand. I'm the only one who can do this, Dean.”

“No,” you said.

“No?” Sam scoffed. “Right, I forgot. The angels think it's you two.”

“You don't think we can?” Dean questioned pointedly.

“No,” he snapped, “you can't. You're not strong enough.”

“Oh, and you are?” you laughed coldly. “Who the fuck do you think you are, dude?”

“I'm being practical here. I'm doing what needs to be done.”

“Yeah? You're not gonna do a single damn thing,” Dean insisted.

Sam shouted, “Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me.”

“No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then that's worse.”

“Why? Look, I'm telling you—”

Dean cut Sam off. “Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means—” He stopped his sentence short.

“What? No. Say it.” Tears had formed in Sam’s eyes, and despite your anger, you were heartbroken for him.

Dean took a deep breath. “It means you're a monster.”

Sam nodded sharply, and he wiped away a sniffle before punching Dean hard.

“What the fuck?!” you shouted.

“Stay out of this, (Y/N)!” Sam replied.

You rushed Sam, jabbing your elbow underneath his jaw and uppercutting him.

Dean was back in the fight, and the two of you tried your hardest to pull your punches in an attempt to keep from hurting you. However, it seemed that Sam had other plans. His punches were hard. His punches were angry. You felt hatred behind his jabs, and the feelings were physically hurting you worse than any of the punches he threw.

He threw you into the wardrobe roughly, and you felt a muscle in your back pull. Then, you raised your head to see Sam above Dean choking him viciously.

You cocked your gun from the heap you were in on the ground aimed at Sam’s head. The brunet snapped his head toward you, and hurt flashed across his face at the determination in your expression. “Let go of him now, or I swear to god, I will shoot you like a fucking dog, Winchester.”

To your relief, Sam listened. Dean gasped and choked while he clutched at his throat.

Sam’s jaw was set. He stood up with his hands raised. “You don't know me. You never did. And you never will.” The brunet walked toward the door.

“You walk out that door,” Dean choked out, “don't you ever come back.”

Sam stopped for a moment. He looked at the damage he’d caused, then once at the two of you, and then, he left.

Every bone in your body hurt, but you willed yourself to rise from the floor for Dean’s sake.

“Dean?” you coughed. “Baby?”

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly from his unmoving position on the floor. “Yeah, I’m here, sweetheart.”

You limped over to him, clutching your side where you’d caught Sam’s leg when he kicked you. “Can you sit up?”

“I’m fine, (Y/N),” he insisted.

“No, shut up.”

His mouth immediately closed.

“Can you sit up?”

He nodded, and you helped him into a sitting position against the bed.

“I know you don’t wanna hear it right now—”

“(Y/N)—” Dean warned, an edge in his voice.

“—but I am so fucking sorry.” You bent down next to him.

With his eyes closed, Dean just reached for your hand. You took it immediately, and Dean squeezed it to assure you he appreciated your apology.

****

You’d had a horrible migraine since the fight with Sam, and you didn’t doubt that you had a concussion.

“I’ll kill ‘im for what he did to you,” Dean snarled, clutching a beer bottle. The two of you sat at the table in Bobby’s kitchen.

“It’s okay,” you said.

“No, (Y/N), it’s not.”

“I agree, it’s not,” Bobby chimed in. He handed you a fresh ice pack that made you wince when you put it to your head. “Maybe you should give ‘im a call.”

Dean was completely zoned out, staring out the window behind you.

“Dean? Dean! You listen to a word I said?” Bobby called.

“Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him.”

“Don't make me get my gun, boy,” Bobby sighed.

Finally, the older Winchester turned toward him. “We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?”

“I know you're pissed. And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your—”

Dean cut him off. “Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?”

Bobby gave him a sharp look. “He's your brother. And he's drowning.”

“I know he is,” you said. “But we should not call him right now. Steven was addicted to meth; I’ve told you this. He doesn’t want help. Neither did Steve. If we keep trying, we’re just gonna push him further to his drug.”

“It’s not too late for him, kid. You gotta keep tryin’.”

“No, damnit! No.” Dean’s voice softened. “I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again. Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants.”

“You don't mean that.”

“Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was.”

Bobby was fuming for a reason you couldn’t understand. He swiped his hand across his desk, throwing books and papers to the ground. He advanced on Dean, and you froze.

“You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Both of you!” Bobby roared. “Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!”

“Bobby, we can’t fix him if he doesn’t want to be fixed! Why don’t you get that?!” you responded loudly.

“You sound like a whiny brat.” Bobby turned back to Dean. “And you? You sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward.”

“You’re way off-base, Singer,” you sneered.

“Don’t you tell me what I am, kid. Both of you, listen to me. Your dad? He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.”

You shook your head and huffed, turning away from the two men.

When you looked back up, you were suddenly in the cabin you’d tortured those vessels in. “Oh, you fuckers.”

“Whoa, (Y/N), mind your language, kiddo,” Zachariah sneered.

“What do you want, man?” you asked. Your voice was more exhausted than anything. “Why am I here?”

“Excuse the nostalgia trip,” he replied. “We just needed to separate you from the elderly alcoholic and our man-of-the-hour.”

Your brow furrowed. “Dean? What do you want with him?”

“We’re just keeping him safe until it’s time for him to play his part,” he replied simply.

Your stomach had dropped slightly, an unsettled feeling within you. “What about the apocalypse? Shouldn’t we be focusing on that instead of ‘keeping Dean safe’?” you asked.

A slow smile stretched across his face. “We’ve got one seal left until showtime.”

“You dropped the ball that bad?” you scoffed. “And what does that have to do with Dean?” Suddenly, realization smacked you like a ton of bricks. Your breath quickened, and your jaw dropped in disbelief. “Oh,” you laughed in bewilderment, “oh. You don’t want to stop the apocalypse, do you?”

“Nope. Never did,” the angel smiled. “The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you.”

“Then why did you nearly get us killed several times tryin’ to save seals?” you asked.

“Our grunts on the ground; we couldn't just tell them the whole truth. We'd have a full-scale rebellion on our hands. I mean, think about it. Would we really let sixty-five seals get broken unless senior management wanted it that way?” Zachariah stated snarkily.

You shook your head, beginning to pace the floor while you ran a hand through your hair.

“The apocalypse— poor name, bad marketing; puts people off— when all it is is Ali/Foreman. On a... slightly larger scale. And we like our chances. When our side wins— and we will— it's paradise on earth. Now, what's not to like about that?” he grinned.

“You’re gonna waste millions of people in the name of a petty dick-measuring contest?” you questioned in complete befuddlement.

He shrugged. “Well, you can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case, truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. Look, it happens. This isn't the first planetary enema we've delivered.”

You just continued to shake your head. “I can’t fucking believe this.” “Seems Uriel was right about your language and insubordination,” he droned.

“Oh, go to Hell.” You spun on your heel. “So, the plan’s to keep me and Dean locked up while Sam does… what, exactly?” You looked at him expectantly.

Zachariah inhaled deeply. “Sam has a part to play. A very important part. He may need a little nudging in the right direction, but I'll make sure he plays it.”

“What does that mean? What are you gonna do to him?” you asked.

“Sam, Sam, Sam. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia.” The angel rolled his eyes. “Forget about him, would you? You have larger concerns. Why do you think I'm confiding in you? You're still vital, dear (Y/N).”

“Which means…?”

He just smirked at you.

“Okay, if you won’t tell me what you want with me, tell me what you want with Dean.”

“You humans and your false loyalties,” he sighed mockingly, shaking his head. “Dean’s going to stop Lucifer.”

“How the fuck is he supposed to do that?” you questioned pointedly, crossing your arms.

“You’re going to help him. And when it's over, and when you've won, your rewards will be... unimaginable. Peace, happiness,” he trailed off and chuckled. “Trust me, one day, we'll look back on this and laugh.”

You sneered, “How much of this is ‘god’s divine plan’? “His plan to prosper and not to harm us’?”

Zachariah laughed coldly. “God? God has left the building. I’ll leave you to stew in your melancholy. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Despite his threats, as soon as he was gone, you ran full-force at the cracked window beside the fireplace. Unfortunately, all that did was really hurt your shoulder, and the window remained intact. You groaned, and then, you picked up a chair to hurl at the same window. Still, nothing worked.

Tears of frustration formed in your eyes, and your heartbeat roared in your ears. Nearly ripping at the roots of your hair, you tried to collect yourself with a few deep breaths.

It was all too much. It was too heavy. And then, something dawned on you. Lilith was the last seal. You remembered something from the copy of Revelations your mother once owned that the first demon— Lilith— was supposed to die in order to break the sixty-sixth seal.

“You let me out right now!” you screamed, banging on the walls. “Let me out! LET ME OUT!”

Suddenly, Castiel appeared behind you.

“What do you want, you son of a bitch—” you snarled.

“I am sorry for what we’ve done to you,” he said, cutting you off. “Good luck, (Y/N).”

“Where’s Dean?!”

Before he could answer your question, you’d been transported to the outside of a church. The sky was dark and ominous above it, and your apprehension mounted when you saw the red stained glass adorning the windows of the slowly collapsing exterior.

“(Y/N)?”

You audibly sighed in relief as you ran toward the source of the voice. “Dean!”

He caught you in his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He breathed you in deeply, and you closed your eyes in content. Then, he began his usual search of your face and body for injuries while his hands cupped your chin. “You okay?”

You nodded, smiling warmly. “Are you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. C’mon, we gotta go,” he said, running toward the back entrance of the church with your hand in his.

“I’m assuming you got the same spiel that I did?” you asked.

“What, with the angels bringin’ on Armageddon? Unfortunately.”

“Yeah. Lilith’s the last seal. If she dies, so does half the world.”

Dean kicked in the back door with ease, and then, you came to a much larger set of wooden doors that would’ve been much, much harder for him to kick down. You could hear a sultry voice singing Sam’s name, and then, the younger Winchester spoke himself.

“Sam, don’t!” you cried.

Dean continued trying to break the door down, and you kept screaming for Sam to listen to you.

“(Y/N)?” Sam called, his voice small. “Dean, are you there?”

“Sam!” Dean shouted between heaving breaths. “Sam! Don’t!”

Then, you heard Ruby and Lilith egging him on.

“Sam, no!” you screamed.

It was too late. You heard a whooshing sound followed by Lilith choking on her own blood, and your eyes widened in horror. Then, they landed on a large, iron candelabra. “Dean, help!”

He immediately rushed to your aid, and the two of you used the base of the candelabra as a battering ram. Over the clanging of iron against the door, you could hear Ruby monologuing about how masterful her plan had been in getting Sam to kill Lilith. Sure enough, Ruby had been on Hell’s side the whole time.

The two of you finally broke through the door, and you reached into Dean’s jacket to grab the demon knife. Ruby stood from the side of a hunched over Sam to confront you and the older brother.

“You’re too late,” she smirked.

“I don't care,” Dean replied.

You advanced on Ruby, a dangerous look in your eyes, and Sam grabbed her from behind to hold her in place. You plunged the knife into her stomach, making sure she held eye contact with you as the light drained from her.

Sam sputtered, “I’m sorry.”

“Sammy, let’s go,” Dean urged.

Then, you noticed the blood pouring from Lilith’s mouth had formed a spiraling circular pattern on the floor. “Uh, guys?” Suddenly, a brilliant white light shot up from the center point of the pattern, and the convent began to shake.

Dean grabbed your waist and pulled you to his side with one arm, and you clutched his jacket.

“He’s—”

Your eyes met Sam’s as he spoke. He was clutching Dean’s shirt, and Dean was clutching him with his other arm.

“He’s coming.”

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okenki · 5 months ago

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hello, hello! i'm ken and i love to create! i make this post to compile my works and where you can find them!

most of my comics are free and on comicfury! comicfury profile you can support comicfury on patreon and kofi!

___ my ongoing projects are: goth boyfriends

"goths? in your area?! more likely than you think! Follow the trials and tribulations of young adults wanna be goths as they navigate through life, love and... cringe! slam poetry sundays, queer self discovery and complicated friendships, all wrapped in spikes, crosses, leather and anything dark, cool & edgy really!"

updates: every 3 days

it also have a tumblr blog for it, i'll try to use it more for extra art and such and share updates! : )

more under the cut!

MSAT

Music Sounds Awesome Together is a collection of one shots centred around the life of a few idiots phasing through time and space together. Includes a LOT of yappin', you have no idea.

updates: no schedules (it has some characters in common with "goth boyfriends", but except their names, sometimes appearances and some personality traits they are not the same at all. Sorry if it is confusing)

completed/one shots (it's a selection, but i have more, you can even find really sort one on the comics tag of my tumblr)

-dreamteam69 "The last match of the Dream Team..." for the 2019's edition of the 23h de la Bande Dessinée

-LUNNARP a bts fancomic "Yoongi vs. an IKEA table ft. 6 idiots"

-PigritiAdes The Adventures of Fleur and her Demon. for the 2018's edition of the 25h de la Bande Dessinée

you can find more comics on my itchio, compiled as pdf, a lot of fanzines, most of them free! and if you're cursed with the ability to understand french, i did a lot of 23h et 25h de la bande dessinée! name there is okenki as well!

i also made some games! mostly during game jams, all are free! they're all vns and can also be found on my itchio! i am very active on tumblr, comicfury, often post projects on itchio, i can be spotted on bluesky, and that's about it! deleted my art instagram and my account on whatever happened to twitter a long time ago. i'm mostly reachable via my pro email: okenkibox[at]gmail.com. i reply to comments on tumblr's post also if you have questions on a specific post if asks are closed! other places i very often miss messages! you can support me on patreon and have access to secret sketchbook monthly! i have over 50 available now! you can pledge a month, get them all and dip, i'm fine with that. other than that i very often have commissions on kofi, they are usually very cheap because they're very basic! :) thank you!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ have a nice day!

PS! i have a FAQ and contact pages, i don’t know if you can access them on mobile/the app, so to sum it up:

please do not repost/reupload my work, especially not without credit, i’d appreciate if you could ask first. for personal use (icon, banner, printing for personal scrapbooking, .. anything you make no profit with) is ok! if applicable (icon, banner) please do credit and link back to either my blog or my carrd.

my art is never oriented to mean harm to anyone. please keep in mind english is not a language i’m very good with, i might make mistake or misunderstand, but it’s never malicious or vicious. thank you.

#pinned post #links #faq #okenki #comics #art #illustration #webcomics

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amaranthinespirit · 6 months ago

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hi, may i ask how did you get the soft pink on your blogs? i really want to use it but dunno how

how to get custom text colors <3

hiii, sorry for the late reply, but here is how i do it. i'm not sure how to do it on mobile since i exclusively do it on my macbook.

this is the website i use. ignore like everything on the page and focus on the white box in the bottom right corner.

—what you'll do is put whatever text you want turned into the custom color in the first box (the one to the left of the red and green boxes) —if you click on the red or green box, you'll pull up the color selector and from there, you can select whatever color you want. if you want a gradient for your text then the two boxes will be two different colors. if you want them to be the same, then just copy the RGB code to the other. i usually keep it to a single color throughout, i rarely use the gradient option so therefore i have memorized the RGB for the pink i use. —once you have your text and your desired color(s), you can hit run and it'll fill the empty box that's by itself on the bottom with the code. —from there, you want to click inside the box. you'll see the cursor line that pops up when you usually write text and the box will have an outline. hit ctrl a to highlight the entire code and ctrl c to copy it. —come back to tumblr, and into whatever post or draft it is, you'll go to the top right where the settings gear is, opposite end of where your username is on a post. —once you open that little menu, stroll down until you see text editor. you should see that it is selected for rich text. you want to change this into 'HTML' —once you change it to 'HTML', it should look like this if you have any text (it'll be blank if there's no text, etc.)

—what i would do is go to the top at the very beginning, hit enter to make a new paragraph and then paste the code into it. —after that, you go back to the text editor with the settings gear again at the top right, switching it back to rich text. —and thats it! to move it to a different spot, i just select the words and ctrl x (which deletes and copies), and then paste it where i need it.

helpful tip

instead of going back and forth making new code for every phrase, or word, you need colored, there is an easy way that i tend to do. select your colored text, either ctrl x or ctrl c to copy it and then paste it where you want the new one to go. to edit the text to your new words, hit the left arrow key. you'll see a faint highlight around the words in that color. hit the left arrow key three more times, for a total of four, and you'll notice the highlighted area has shrunk. if you use the arrow key once more, then the cursor can move around the text. from there, you can edit the text to whatever you want. with this tip, you can also paste text into it as well and share the color!

so that's how you get custom colors, and from there, you can choose a color, or shade of pink, of your liking for your posts! <3

#🧸ྀི amaranthinespirits

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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Pick Up

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Opting to walk home late at night, Y/N occupies her time by calling someone from her past. But will they pick up?

Warnings⚠️: None, this is a filler imagine so it’s SHITTT. Mentions of being drunk and high (weed). Cigarette use and that’s all🤍

Song for imagine: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?- Arctic Monkeys

Now it’s three in the morning

And I’m trying to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls

And to my message, you reply

Why’d you only call me when you’re high?

Stepping out onto the uneven payment, my heels wobble in the cracks as I balance myself. Sniffling and shivering as I pull my jackets closer to my body. The sound of more bodies shoveling out of the club.

Walking to the curb as I wait to order an Uber home. Kicking gravel off the sidewalk as I try to recollect myself. Too many drinks and too many pulls from a joint I was blinking fast. A stupid attempt to get my eyes to feel not so heavy.

I pull out my phone and open my contacts letting my finger hang over the one person's contact I should’ve gotten rid of a long time ago. Taking a deep breath I slide my hand into my purse and pull out a cigarette. An American Spirit to be exact. The best ones to smoke while you were a bit drunk. At least I thought so…..

“Wanna head home with me” I heard from behind me, turning over I offer a smile to my friend

“Oh no I’ll just Uber home” I said to him, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it as he leans over to light mine for me

“Thanks” I mumble as I take a long drag

“You smoke up all my weed and you won’t even come home with me?” He asks laughing

“Your party tricks don’t work on me sir, you gotta be smarter than that” I replied laughing

“At least I can say I tried” he said laughing too

“Hey! Listen, thank you for inviting me out tonight. I really needed that” I said to him as I tap my cigarette and watch the ash fall

“Of course! You know I got you. Whenever you’re feeling down just hit me up” he said smiling at me

“I love you” I say taking one last pull from my cigarette

“I love you too Y/N. To better days and to better men” he said nudging my arm with a smirk

“Amen” I reply hugging him

Tapping the cigarette out with my heel as I watched him get into an Uber with a guy and a girl….. man was he a slut. Waving bye to him as I pull out my phone again.

Stepping back from the curb I lean against the light pole as I pull my phone out again. I mean I could just walk home. It was probably a 20-25 minute walk. A nice phone call and a nice breeze? I opted out of the Uber.

Using the excuse of “it saves me money”….it was only a $8 Uber ride….whatever! I began my journey home. The only issue I thought was the pain my feet would be in, in about 10 minutes.

Dragging my tongue over my teeth I let out a sharp breath of air and looked down at my screen. My finger once again hovering over that one specific contact. I shouldn’t….but who cares…..but we haven’t seen each other in so long…..don’t do it…do it….

I shook my head and hit call mobile…..

Christopher🩶 calling mobile…..

My heels clacked against the pavement rapidly as I waited for him to pick up. The ringing sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m sorry the number you have reached is not available-“

I hung up before it could finish. Groaning to myself out of annoyance but also embarrassment. I opened the iMessage between us…. An honestly embarrassing history.

Christopher🩶

Why don’t you ever pick up?

Read 2:53am 1/20/23

Chris I miss you😔

Read 9:46pm 1/26/23

Helloooooo you never pick up when I call

Read 11:11 pm 3/10/23

Ik it’s been a while, but at least answer me…

Read: 5:03am 5/26/23

Do you ever miss what we had?😕

Read 4:23am 5/27/23

Chrissssssss answer me🧎🏽‍♀️

Read 12:56am 7/19/23

I’m with Nick and Matt…..

7/19/23 1:02am

I miss you Christopher🖤

Read 1:15am 7/19/23

It’ll pass.

7/19/23 1:16am

Why do you never pick up!

Read 4:47am 9/17/23

Are you drunk rn?

9/17/23 4:47am

Maybe a little tipsy, but 100% high

Read 4:48am 9/17/23

Sorry I never stop calling, I just miss you

Read 2:08am 10/31/23

Merry Christmas🤍

Read 8:15am 12/25/23

Wish I was celebrating the new year with you

Miss you <3

Read 12:10am 1/01/24

January 1st, 2024 12:10am

Pick up.

Read 2:39am 02/12/24

No I’m not proud of this, but once I was under the influence I couldn’t stop my fingers from moving. No, I never texted the next morning to apologize because the following weeks and days I’d do it all over again.

But somehow seeing the ‘read’ logo pop up made my heart hurt just a tiny bit more. Shaking my head I kept walking. I had another 18 minutes till I was home. Suddenly my phone started buzzing. I looked down and I was immediately anxious

Incoming call

Christopher🩶

I decide to pick up, placing the phone against my ear as I wait for him to speak.

“Hello?” He says in a question

“Hi Chris” I say back more excited than him

“You alright?” He asks me

“Of course I am” I said back

“Where are you right now?” He asks me a bit concerned

“You don’t get to ignore me for a year and then ask me where I am” I said in a slurred way

“You’re right I don’t, so bye” he said instantly which caused me to freak out

“No no! Sorry I’m walking home” I said to him

“Walking home? Now? At this hour? With who? Where were you?” He asks frantically

“I’m alone and I just came from a bar. I’ve had a bit too much to drink and a bit too much weed” I responded giggling

“I can pick you up” he says to me

“No don’t worry I’m almost home plus the streets are quite tonight” I say back to him

“Well stay on the line with me till you get into your apartment, got it?” He says sternly

“Yes sir” I reply back giggling

“Why’d you call?” He asks

“The same reason I’ve called and texted constantly. I miss you” I said to him

“Well why’d you only call me when you’re high?” He asks

“High? Why’d I only ever call you when I’m high?” I asked a bit taken back

“Y/N, you never call me at normal hours other than Christmas. It’s always party hours and it’s always “i miss you” you only call and text when you’re high and drunk” he replies a bit annoyed

“I just happen to be under the influence when I want to share my love with you” I reply sniffling

“You never text me or call me when you’re sober. Are you scared to talk when your mind is completely clear?” He asks me

“What? No….” I say in a whisper

“I think you are….” He says back

“Well how come you never answer me then?” I reply back

“Because I’ve moved on” he says flat out

“Moved on?” I ask as I turn a corner trotting closer to my apartment complex

“What we had was great and of course I miss you, but we’re over. And I can’t be the crutch when you’re drunk and high” he says

“I don’t need you to be my crutch” I respond rolling my eyes

“Then you would call me when you’re sober” he replies

“Whatever” I say back getting angry

“No reason to be mad” he says laughing a bit

“I’m not mad” I say back instantly

“Well then is that all you needed to get off your chest?” He asked me

“Yeah that’s all” I say back sternly

I cross the street and walk towards my apartment complex. Opening the glass door and walking into the lobby. My heels click hard and fast as I stomp over to the elevator. Getting up to my floor and walking into my apartment.

“I’m home” I say bluntly

“I’m glad you’re safe” he responds

There was a moment of silence. Chewing my lip as I kick my heels off and throw myself down on my couch.

“So you don’t miss me?” I ask him looking up at my ceiling

“Of course I do, but we just weren’t meant for each other” he says in a huff

“Weren’t meant for each other…” I repeat back lowly

“Well yeah, we always argue and we just never saw eye to eye” he said back

“I suppose that’s true” I say to him

“What exactly is it that you miss about me?” He asks a bit intrigued

“I miss your smile, and your eyes, your silky hair, I miss your laugh. I miss the stupid shit you’d do…..I just miss it all” I said as I smiled to myself

“Drunk words are sober thoughts” he said laughing a bit

“But you’ve known this” I said to him

“I suppose so” he replied back

“Well anyways I’m home now, it was great hearing your voice. I’ll leave you alone now” I said to him sitting up and running my hands through my hair

“Yeah it was great talking to you, but just do me one favor. Stop calling me.” He says and my heart shatters

“Uh..yeah okay” I say in a whisper as a lump forms in my throat

“…..stop calling me when you’re high. Call me tomorrow morning when you’re sober” he says laughing a bit at me

“You asshole you scared me” I said giggling

“I’m sorry, I was just messing with you” he said laughing

“Whatever, but fine I’ll text you tomorrow morning” I said to him

“Good and maybe we could meet for lunch” he says

“Ouuu a date?” I say wiggling my brows

“No! Just catching up” he says scoffing

“Sure thing” I say, he giggles and we say our goodbyes.

Hanging up the phone as I toss it on the couch. I open my patio doors and step out. Lighting my cigarette as I look out into the quiet night sky.

Taking a drag I let it all sink in. All my embarrassing texts and calls to him eventually led me back into his life. Taking a drag as I exhale through my nose. I was such a hot fucking mess, but at least the pieces were slowly falling into place.

I just couldn’t understand why I’d only ever call him when I’m high…..

The End

This was just a short imagine to fill in for the fact I’ve been MIA for two weeks. This was ass, but I’ll put out better shit in the next coming days. I love yall dearly 😋🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #christopher sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #Chris Sturniolo X reader #SoundCloud

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solomons-poison · 10 months ago

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Overworked

Lucifer x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: Uhhhh inspired by some history of burn out at work... >>; and just general issues with perfectionist ideas. Honestly, this has been in my drafts for nearly two years now. I was unhappy with how it sounded, but much like the message in this piece, I realized I need to be okay with less-than-perfect things. So cleaned it up a little bit and here you go. Written and edited on mobile so please excuse any formatting issues

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: GN reader, angst to fluff, general insecurities, crying, reader ignoring signs of sickness; Lucifer fluff, no established relationship but Lucifer is very soft on reader~

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 4652

You should have known something was coming on before it got this bad, but unfortunately, you had a bad habit of ignoring body signals, which was ultimately your downfall.

You'd been feeling... off, for the past couple of days. More exhausted than usual, decreased appetite, just generally run down. You often found yourself in a daze, losing concentration on anything that wasn't your work assignments. It didn't help that the coursework at R.A.D. was naturally more difficult for you as a human, dealing with school subjects you never dreamed of or would ever encounter in the human realm. It was also a busy time in the school year, with big exams coming up and the workload increasing in difficulty by the day, so you attributed your exhaustion to this and wrote it off. Of course, by the time you realized what was going on, it was too late. This was mistake #1.

You woke up in the morning to your blaring alarm, feeling tired and sluggish again, and noticed the missed alarms on your phone. Although you occasionally slept through one or two alarms, you almost never slept this late unless you wanted to. But you didn't have time to think about the reasons and rationale on why your body sought so much extra rest. Instead, you pushed yourself through your confusion and sleepiness to get dressed and head down for breakfast as quickly as possible, hoping Lucifer wouldn't punish you too harshly. Mistake #2.

As you started to leave your room, you couldn't help but shiver a little and quickly grabbed a cardigan to wear over your uniform. It wasn't unusual for the air to feel chilly in the Devildom, thanks to the lack of sunlight. However, the chill seemed to be bone-deep this morning, and something in you felt the cardigan was going to be no help. In general, everything in you was screaming to take a day off and rest, but one of your classes had a quiz later that day that you knew you couldn't miss. Once again, you found yourself pushing forward regardless of the glaring warning signs in your peripheral vision.

Mistake #3.

By the time you made it to the dining room, everyone was already seated, including Belphie, a true testament to just how much you overslept. Everyone turned to glance at you except Beel, who was more focused on his food as per usual. Part of your brain noticed Lucifer looking at you a moment longer than the others, but it was forgotten as the second born pointed his fork at you accusingly.

"Finally, human! I thought ya were gonna sleep all day, with your alarm goin' off like that," he said.

"Sorry, Mammon. I guess I must have been sleeping pretty deeply," you replied, smiling sheepishly. You knew he was mostly pulling your leg, but your phone alarms had a tendency to be on the loud side and felt guilty for disturbing any of the brothers with the noise. "I don't even remember going to bed either."

"I don't think that's unusual, I do that all the time," Belphie piped up from down the table, earning pointed looks from the others.

You didn't miss the way the eldest brother's eyes sneaked up to look at you upon hearing your statement, though, clearly studying your face.

"Are you feeling alright, MC? You do seem to look rather tired this morning," Lucifer commented, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

You knew the second you made eye contact you'd be doomed to an interrogation, so you barely spared a glance before training your gaze on your breakfast as you responded. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sure I just stayed up too long studying for this quiz I've got today." But even as you said the words, you knew something wasn't right, and it only seemed to be getting worse the longer you sat there.

You could feel it in the air that Lucifer was unsatisfied with that answer, but he remained silent and you continued on with your food.

By the time you'd finished your breakfast, only a few brothers remained in the dining room after your late arrival. Beel and Belphie were both there. But strangely enough, it was Lucifer still being there that really confused you, given his penchant for being early to everything. Unfortunately, your fatigue-addled brain simply couldn't put forth the effort to think hard about the reason. The chill from earlier had now settled deep in your bones, and everything about the situation was screaming "wrong!!".

Once again ignoring the strange phenomena, you stood to bring your dishes back to the kitchen, but you were hit almost instantly by a wave of dizziness and shivering, knees buckling and your vision turning dark as you stumbled forward. You managed to catch yourself on a chair and stayed upright, but all three brothers were instantly on their feet. Lucifer got to you first, his gloved hand gripping your upper arm to steady you further.

"MC! Are you all right? What's wrong?" he questioned, voice rich with concern and a deep frown on his face. Beel and Belphie crowded around, watching you for any risk of falling.

You took a moment to breathe, cold sweat running down your back, fighting hard against the sensations running through your body, and worked up the strength to look up at the first born. "I'm OK. Sorry," you said, smiling shakily, but Lucifer's frown only deepened at your response. "I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"This is more than fatigue, MC. Are you certain you're not sick?"

You gathered the strength to stand a little taller. As you did, something in the back of your brain was yelling at you again that this was a mistake, to sit back down, to call out sick, rest, anything but go to class. But your stubbornness and anxiety won out, knowing that missing just the one class would really put you behind your studies, and you prided yourself on your ability to work hard on your own. You hadn't spent months of pushing yourself, working overtime and scouring textbook after textbook, to quit now from some measly sickness. Your brain just couldn't rationalize any other way around it.

"Really, Lucifer, I'm OK. You don't need to worry so much—" you managed to say, but as the last words left your mouth, your last bit of strength finally ran out, and a blanket of darkness came down on your vision as you lost consciousness.

“MC–!” “Hey!” Multiple voices called out as you passed out in front of them.

Beel caught your body as you fell back out of Lucifer's hold, and he quickly picked up your legs to hold onto your unconscious body. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin and a sad frown twisted his features.

"I think they have a fever," he said, holding you close to himself, and Belphie leaned in to take a closer look at your face.

Lucifer could feel his face fall at Beel's statement, but steeled himself quickly before either of his brothers could notice. However, all it would take is a closer look to see the worry evident in his dark ruby eyes. He sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on as he quickly made up a plan to deal with this new development.

"Beel, could you bring MC up to their room?" Lucifer asked. "I'm going to contact Solomon for some medicine to help with their illness." Beel nodded and started to leave the dining room with you cradled in his arms, Belphie following close behind. However, just before they stepped through the doorway, Lucifer stopped them briefly. "And do not bring this up with the others. If anyone else hears MC is sick, they're all going to leave class to come here and MC needs to rest. I will tell them when it’s appropriate."

He could tell both younger brothers wanted to say something about that, but luckily, they simply nodded and continued on their way. Once he was alone, Lucifer took a moment to himself to stop and breathe, anxiety coursing through his veins at the situation. But he shook it off as best he could before sending a notice out to Solomon, and another notice to Lord Diavolo and Barbatos to alert about your absence. He would have time to fret later, but for now, he needed to focus on you and making sure that you were taken care of. The last thing he needed was to let something terrible happen to one of the human exchange students and possibly disappoint Lord Diavolo… at least, that's what he told himself. But really, he knew it was more than that. Pushing those thoughts away, he shook his head and moved onwards, focusing on the task at hand.

After sending his messages, he quickly gathered some basic supplies, washcloths and a bowl for water to make a cold compress, as well as an extra blanket, and brought them up to your room where Belphie and Beel were waiting. You'd been laid out on your bed covered by a light blanket, your face contorted in discomfort. Lucifer could feel his heart twist in his chest at your visible pain.

"I will take over from here, you can go now," he said, setting down his supplies and removing his cloak.

Belphie frowned, crossing his arms in frustration. "MC is sick, we're not going anywhere. Class can wait–" he started, but Lucifer cut him off with a glare.

"No, you are not staying here," Lucifer said definitively. "MC needs to rest, and they cannot do that with a crowd in the room. Solomon is on his way here with medicine and I will be taking care of them in the meantime."

Belphie practically bristled, the tension in the room almost palpable between the eldest and youngest brothers, but Beel placed a hand on Belphie's shoulder, attempting to calm him down.

"Look, I don't care if you don't attend class today," Lucifer continued, his stress levels exhausting him of energy to fight. "But I want MC to get the rest they need. Until Solomon arrives and we can contact a more knowledgeable physician on human illnesses, we don't know how sick they are. I will keep you updated if anything changes, but for now, you must leave."

Beel and Belphie were silent for a long minute, not breaking eye contact with Lucifer. Eventually, they relented, however, and Belphie sighed, turning away towards the door.

"Fine, we'll go. Come on, Beel," Belphie muttered, going out the door with one last glance to your sleeping form.

Beel started to follow, but turned to Lucifer at the last moment. “We can pick up some food for MC to help them feel better. Would that be okay?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened at the request before softening, knowing his brothers were simply worried about their precious human. He nodded, and Beel smiled happily. “Yes, that will be fine. I believe easy to eat foods will be best, something to make into a soup or broth. I’ll also ask Solomon for recommendations on human world foods.”

“Awesome, I’ll tell Belphie,” Beel replied, smiling back, and headed out the door.

Now that Lucifer was finally alone with you, he heaved a great sigh that was almost too loud for the sudden silence. He shed his coat, placing it over the chair at your desk, before rolling up his sleeves and removing his gloves. He retrieved some cool water from your bathroom and dipped the washcloth in, then took a seat beside your bed, wringing the washcloth before pressing it to your forehead.

The fever had caused a sweat to break out, and your face was twisted in pain even in your sleep. The sound of your labored breathing weighed heavily on Lucifer's mind. But the cooling effects of the washcloth seemed to alleviate your discomfort a little as your face relaxed, and seeing you a little more comfortable eased the ache in his heart. The weight that had been sitting on his shoulders ever since you fainted lifted a little, giving him the slightest bit of relief, and he turned around to refresh your washcloth.

“Mmm.. Lu..cifer…”

Lucifer’s ears perked up almost embarrassingly fast upon hearing you say his name, and his head whipped around to look at you. However, it was evidently just talking in your sleep as your eyes remained closed and your breathing was even. He reached over to pull the blanket up, tucking you in, and did his best to ignore the pounding of his heart.

Although you two weren't a couple, you still seemed to hold a special place in his heart alongside his brothers. You were family now, but even that word didn't seem sufficient for the way he felt. And seeing you so sick all of a sudden gave him a greater shock than he was prepared for. It was moments like this that he realized how truly mortal you were, that you didn’t recover from sickness the same way Lucifer and his brothers could.

He couldn’t even be sure of what you were sick with. For all he knew, he was overreacting and you were likely fine. But still, the fear of the unknown settled deep in his heart, unable to rest until he could get an answer. For now, all he could do was swallow down his worries and continue on with what he was doing, trying to ignore the desperate aching in his chest.

Half an hour passed before a knock resounded at your bedroom door, and Lucifer okayed entry without taking his eyes off of you. He was settled back in your chair, sleeves still rolled up in an unusual display of casualness, although his crossed arms betrayed his true feelings. Solomon quietly opened the door, peeking his head in before entering, a small satchel in his arms that clinked softly as he moved it. Barbatos had come with him and trailed through silently, letting Solomon take the lead.

“Wow, MC really is sick,” Solomon commented, seeing your quiet form tucked in on the bed. However, he wasn’t sure which to be more surprised by, the fact you had fallen ill like this or the sight of Lucifer dressed down, sitting at your bedside.

Lucifer sighed, moving his stiff form now to turn and look at your guests. “Yes, they were looking awful all during breakfast, and after getting up from their chair, they just fainted. I’m not sure what it is, but they have some kind of fever. I’ve been applying this compress but of course we don’t have any human world medicine here.”

Solomon nodded, setting down his satchel on the top of your desk. “I’ve brought a potion that will help bring down their fever for now,” he said, removing a carefully packaged vial filled with a fascinating colored liquid. “Unfortunately, I’m not a doctor so I can’t treat the root cause, but I’ll do my best until a physician can get here.”

“That’s fine, thank you,” Lucifer said, nodding. He glanced at Barbatos, who was standing silently at the foot of your bed. “I didn’t expect you to come here, Barbatos. Did you need something?”

Barbatos only shook his head.

“No, when I received your message that MC was sick, I thought it best to bring some tea for them to drink," he replied, bringing forward a small tin. "Peppermint tea is supposed to provide some medicinal properties, such as relieving fever and nausea. Once MC is awake, perhaps they can drink it to help their symptoms. I've also called on the services of a doctor who is familiar with human health and illnesses, they should be arriving soon."

Lucifer accepted it, taking the tin and placing it on your bedside table. "Yes, that will be good, thank you," he said, prompting a small smile from the butler.

Lucifer reached over and gently shook your shoulders, feeling terrible for waking you but wanting to get the potion in your body already. “MC, can you hear me?” he said softly, and your face scrunched a little in response. “Solomon has brought some medicine to help your fever, you should try to take some.”

Solomon and Barbatos couldn't help glancing at each other at the demon's gentle tone.

"Lucifer..?" You mumbled, bleary eyes blinking several times as you struggled to wake up.

"Yes, it's me," he responded, heart fluttering again at the sound of your voice. "Do you remember what happened? You had passed out after breakfast."

"Oh. That's wild."

Lucifer couldn't help himself as his eyebrows shot up at your response, which was obviously the product of still being half-asleep. But it was a very you response, and he refrained from laughing. He opened his mouth to continue, but was cutoff as you suddenly gasped, shooting up from the bed.

"My quiz! What happened to my quiz?" you shouted, but the outburst was short-lived as the sudden change in elevation made you waver, your fatigued body not strong enough to handle this.

Lucifer caught your body as you started to fall backwards, and he gently eased you back onto your pillow. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Of all the things to think about now, a quiz was on your mind?

"You passed out in front of me and you're worried about a quiz?" he couldn't help but question. "Diavolo was made aware of what happened, you don't have to worry about your class. We're more concerned with your fever, we think you may be sick."

Solomon took the chance to step forward, grabbing the colorful vial he'd brought earlier.

"Here, MC, this potion should help you feel better for now. But we're trying to find you a doctor just to make sure everything is okay," he said, uncorking the vial. Despite your dubious look, you accepted and drank it down with his help before settling back down on the pillow. You could immediately feel the effects of the potion, already getting some relief from the fatigue in your body and the cold sweats plaguing you.

Barbatos also took the opportunity to speak up, stepping up to the end of your bed. “I’ve also brought you some peppermint tea leaves. Please let me know if you’d like me to brew some tea for you. The Young Lord is wishing for your speedy recovery.”

“Thanks, Solomon, that does make me feel a little better. And not right now, Barbatos, but that does sound really good, I appreciate it. Please tell Diavolo thank you for me, as well.” You closed your eyes for a moment, relaxing against your pillow, before opening them again and looking at the three people in your room. “I’m sorry for worrying everyone, I promise I’ll get better soon.”

Lucifer only shook his head at you, pulling up your blanket around your body and tucking you in.

“You can hardly blame us for worrying about you, you have left a strong impression on all of us. Just focus on resting for now, a physician should be coming by soon,” he said, a slight smile on his lips. The other two smiled back at you, as well, before Solomon said his goodbyes and left.

Barbatos stayed behind to wait, eventually making you the tea in the meantime and just involving you in some small talk to comfort you. Once the physician arrived, Barbatos and Lucifer both left to give you some privacy, nervously waiting outside your door for the results. Lucifer even settled on the ground against the wall, sleeves still rolled up and hair a mess, uncharacteristically ruffled.

Although you had seemed in better spirits after taking Solomon’s potion and resting, Lucifer still felt restless, waiting for your assessment to be finished. When he heard your door click open, it was almost embarrassing how quickly he shot to his feet, afraid for the worst. But the physician quickly assuaged his fears.

Despite the fever and the passing out, everything pointed to simple burnout, caused by you overworking yourself in an attempt to get ahead. You would need to wait out the remainder of the fever, taking medicine as needed to help it along. But overall, the most important thing you needed now was rest, and plenty of it. Thankfully, that would be easy enough to arrange.

Unfortunately, the answer was not a surprising one. Lucifer knew that, despite the offers from him and the other RAD council members, you often declined on any kind of assistance or tutoring with your work. His own sin prompted him to say it was pride that prevented you from accepting outside help. But he knew that in general, you felt it could be a weakness, especially being in an environment with those that still looked down on humans and were uncertain of your place in their society. Deeper than that, he also knew you considered yourself a burden, trying to reduce your presence whenever possible, leaving you to work twice as hard to complete the same tasks.

Sometimes he wished that you would rely on him a little more, come to him when you needed help or just a listening ear. But if anyone understood the need to maintain their pride, it was the the Avatar of Pride himself. Lucifer also knew he hadn’t always been the most supportive, memories of your new arrival and the way he treated you burned into his mind like a shameful brand, so he couldn’t blame you for keeping things to yourself. But maybe, after this whole episode was resolved and you were back to full health, things could be different.

He stepped into your room once the physician departed, and you were sitting up in bed, propped up by your pillows. You were already looking much better than earlier, and it eased his heart immensely. Lucifer didn’t even need to say anything, as your sheepish expression said it all, but he still wanted to make sure of something.

“I trust you understand what the doctor has told you about your condition and what to do now,” he said. He couldn’t help gravitating towards you, ending up at the side of your bed once more.

You nodded, squeezing your hands nervously in front of you.

“I know, I understand,” you said, your voice meek and rough from your exhaustion.

Honestly, the whole thing was embarrassing. You were just trying to keep up with your classmates, make sure you weren’t embarrassing the Prince of the Devildom or the Seven Avatars that were hosting you in their home. And for a while, it seemed to be working. Sure you felt a little tired, but at least your grades were exemplary. But of course, it couldn’t be that easy, or stay that easy.

As you recalled what happened up until you passed out, and bits and pieces of Lucifer caring for you afterwards came to mind, you found yourself unable to make eye contact. Your body felt hot again, but it wasn’t the fever this time. Not only did you end up passing out from your efforts, but it was Lucifer that took care of you in the end. It was mortifying, truly. But almost as if sensing your feelings, Lucifer sat at the edge of your bed, his still-uncovered hand moving to cover both of yours.

The touch surprised you, making you look up finally, but his next words were what truly took you off guard.

“I know that you feel you have to work hard to keep up with your studies,” Lucifer said, squeezing your hands gently. “And while we— Diavolo and I— appreciate your efforts, the whole point of you coming to the Devildom was not to get good grades. You are part of the exchange program, but you are also our guest. I know we have not always been as welcome as we should have been, but we hope that you can come to us when you feel that you’re struggling. At least, I hope that you can come to me, if you are struggling.”

You couldn’t help it as your eyes widened. A soft look you’d never noticed before filled Lucifer’s face, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. You’d seen a lot of expressions cross Lucifer’s face, but this was the rarest of all, and one you never expected to be aimed towards you.

This, combined with his words, was all too much for you at once. Suddenly, your vision was swimming and something wet was falling down one of your cheeks, dripping onto your shirt. Almost immediately, Lucifer’s smile dropped in panic, and through your tears, you could just barely make out his mouth opening and closing as he struggled for words.

“Oh—” Damn it. Lucifer wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting when he told you how he felt, but it certainly wasn’t tears. He quickly reached up, brushing away your tears with his fingers, his touch awkward but achingly gentle. Of course, his touch only made you cry harder.

“I– I’m sorry, MC, it wasn’t my intention to make you cry,” he said, finally remembering a handkerchief he keeps in his vest, and patted your cheeks with it, trying desperately to slow your tears.

You struggled to calm yourself down, wanting to reassure the demon of any misunderstanding.

“I-it’s not that,” you said, involuntary gasps breaking up your words. “I just feel so stupid. Like I just keep making the same dumb mistakes over and over again, no matter what. And now here I am, sick in bed and you’re having to take care of me, and you’re being so nice, and I just don’t know what to do.”

“Nice” wasn’t a word often used to describe Lucifer, at least not anymore. And he could guess that it’s not a word you’d used to describe him in the past. It also hurt him to hear how you saw yourself and all your efforts. Although you came across as reckless and a little ridiculous at times, you were also genuine and a hard worker. Lucifer’s pride made it difficult for him to admit many things, but he genuinely came to appreciate the way you treated your studies, unlike some of his brothers. Even if your grades were poor, even if you struggled with the subjects, he simply admired your sincerity in everything you did, and that was enough to make him happy. He just wished that you could feel the same.

“I think you’re being generous by calling me nice. But you don’t need to do anything special, MC,” he said. Finally, your tears were starting to dry a little bit, easing his own aching heart. “We all appreciate your efforts, but we just want you to keep being yourself, more than anything. Keep reminding us that you are human, in the way only you can. Of course, if you can do that without worrying me sick, that would also be appreciated.”

The last part made you laugh, and you couldn’t help but sniffle as the crying finally ended.

“Okay.”

“And if you’re having trouble with a subject, many of us would be happy to help you. Satan does make an excellent tutor, and despite Belphie’s knack for sleeping in class, he often has a good grasp on the subjects as well.” Now that your eyes were dry, Lucifer put the damp handkerchief back in his pocket in order to use a hand to squeeze yours. His other hand brushed over your cheek, rubbing softly, soothingly.

You could only nod, more tears threatening to rip a sob from you if you opened your mouth again. But no more words were needed, getting to relax your impossible standards for once and finally feeling at peace knowing that there were others there to support you, including a certain red-eyed devil at your side.