#PLEAAASE GIVE IT SOME LOVE I WENT SO HARD

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

Dear Maria

[lesbianslvt666]

Hey whats up?

You can imagine Ellie sulking because the reader goes to an all-girls sleepover - which she wasn't invited to - and she knows that some gay girls are going to be there and that makes her a little jealous and it only gets worse when she sees the reader wearing a short, tight, sexy nightgown making her horny and then she stops the reader from going to the party with a good fuck? top ellie pleaaase 🥵

Ummm… yes 🫡

Sorry for the delay love.

Cw: smut, 69, softdom!Ellie, pussy eating (both), fingering (r!) idk what else lol

Ellie saw you going from left to right and everywhere in your shared room, looking sometimes down to your wrist watch that she gifted you, just cause you mentioned you liked it.

Her body relaxed against the door frame, her eyes wondering all over your body, scanning all the ways you move underneath the very revealing nightgown, your curves highlighted by the dark and thin material, so sheer she could se your nipples poke thorough.

She was pissed to say the least.

First, your friends make sure to leave very clear that you weren’t allowed to bring Ellie to the sleep over.

Well not really… your friend group consisted of your closest friends, the same group the formed around third grade. you went way back, and for the weekend, all of you were at the same place at the same time, a rare occasion giving the fact that you went to different colleges.

When they organized the sleepover at Dinas house the rules were.

1: bring something to drink, thats why there was a Jose Cuervo bottle in your bag.

2: bring something to eat. Thats why there was an apple pie chilling in the kitchen, the house smelled amazing.

3: bring something to share. They really meant something to gossip about, but you had nothing on your plate so you took your can filled weed and a pretty pipe, some cigarettes too.

And last but no least.

No. Plus. Ones.

Only the og’s could be there.

At first to Ellie the plan seemed cute, how long have you guys met, how much you still loved one another.

Until she realized half your friend group is gay, her eyes opened wide. “Babe, you cannot go! There is gonna be gay girls there!” Her voice lowered like she was telling you a secrete and that made you laugh very hard.

Since then she has been trying to convince you not to go. Helping you do extra chores, fixing things around your shared apartment (that you had asked for her help and she was putting them off), bringing you flowers (which wasn’t anything new since she loved to bring you flowers)

Hell she even tried to call your brother for extra help!

Nothing worked.

you missed your friends and you wanted to be there with them, you knew the “gay girls” were no threat to your love for Ellie, they were basically your sisters!

But Ellie was so stubborn, you explained her every single time that she had nothing to worry about, not in the slightest!

And she was about to drop it, until now.

When she entered the room after you asked her to please take the pie off the oven, you had just came out of the shower and she had nothing else to do for the day.

After putting the pie on the counter and making sure the oven was off she walked to you room, messy clothes all over the floor and your hurried form running around it.

Her eyes went dark, lust filled eyes mixed with anger.

“Nothing to worry about? Looking like that?” She was walking up to you slowly, almost careful.

“Is it too much? I bought it and haven’t used it before, thought it was a good idea..” your voice trailed off when she grabbed you harshly by your hips.

Long fingers closing harshly at the plush skin.

“Please ill do whatever, whatever you want, just… let me…” she couldn’t finish her sentence, mouth connecting to your neck, you just looked like a goddess and she couldn’t resist to plead to you.

Knees falling carelessly on the ground, her hands going up and down your bare legs. Her pretty eyes looking from your sinful ones to your delicious core.

She felt delirious, exhausted on the feeling of not having you.

You couldn’t deny her when she looked up at you like that, pretty sprawled legs wanting to close for friction but she wouldn’t.

She knew you liked the view, and so she gave you more.

She peeled her hands, pain struck her cunt. Fingers grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling it off her body.

Her tits perking with the cold air of the room and you felt like you were gonna faint.

Her fingertips graced your skin, finally touching you again, no care where she was touching she just needed to be in contact with you.

Your mind was clouded on Ellie, lust filled senses and no other thought but to have her, you needed her.

She tried to stand up but you grabbed a bunch of her hair, she let out a groan as you pull her back down.

Acting like you could have racional thoughts at this moment you looked down to your wrist, pretending to read the time. “I am gonna be late for-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence with her lips latching on your thighs.

Marking and sucking as much as she could, she needed every person in the world to know you were hers.

“Please baby, please, let me taste you, stay the night with me…” she was shifting squirming while pleading you, and how could you not answer to her prayers…

Your hand tangled on her hair pushed her all the way in, lips like feathers tickling you lips covered by a pretty pair of panties than matched the night gown.

She moaned at the sight of your pretty lips tight on your panties, creamy anticipation leaving a wet spot on the fabric, she kissed one time thinking she could go slow with you.

But she couldn’t resist.

Her plump lips wet with your milky essence and she was done for.

Open mouth latching on your pussy, her hot tongue pressing around and sucking at it, but it wasn’t enough.

She hooked one of her fingers on your waist line, looking up at you but before she could ask for permission you spoke.

“Go on baby, please eat me, touch me. Fuck-“

Moany mess under her mouth now latched to your pussy, tongue circling your clit while she humped on the air.

So wet there was a spot forming on her gray sweats.

“Ellie, baby…” your voice was followed by your hand pulling her off your cunt, a desperate groan falling from her lips and you kneeled down to kiss her, she tried to pull you in, but you resisted.

You had a plan.

And she knew. Standing up she took you under your legs, you naturally jumped on her, intertwining your legs at her waist.

She kissed your neck leaving marks and kisses.

Putting you down on the bed while kneeling between your legs.

She looked down at you now, and anger seeped mixing with her lust.

“You slut… you were really gonna go almost naked to a sleep over with you “friends”?” Her voice lowered, you almost closed your legs together, her voice sending waves of heat down to your cunt and it made you buckle up your hips trying to reach her.

“No, ill give you what i want and you are gonna take it okay?” She said with one hand moving to your wrists, keeping them up and kissing you harshly, her demeanor changing.

Her movements were fast, mouth sucking on your tongue, her hips humping on to you and you felt like you were going crazy.

Rough fingers falling to your cunt, inserting the middle one without previous notice.

Spongy walls clenching around her.

And like something snapped on her mind she stopped.

Taking her sweats and boxers off with a swift motion she propped herself on top of you, body facing yours.

Her cunt right on top of your face.

“You are gonna eat me until i tell you to stop” your hands sneakered on her legs, like snakes bringing her closer to your face, she didn’t waste no time to use your pretty mouth to please herself.

Your legs spread on the bed while you squirmed, her cream all over your face and her moans made you almost cum.

She couldn’t resist, the way she could see the glistening wetness pooling on your precious cunt.

One hand fell to your pretty pussy, spreading your lips to watch you, flushed and hot cunt pulsating and gushing for her, you were torturous, her body falling forward while you ate her like a starved woman.

Her lips connected to your cunt again, she was unable to refrain from being there, you were magnetic, and she loved the way you taste.

I was gonna continue this but i hit writers block again :)) gonna go insane.

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

So i was hoping to request for trope tuesday. I was thinking grumpy reader x sunshine sirius and like kinda 10 things I hate about you type storyline but obviously in your own way of course. :)

happy trope tuesday! omg i kind of adored this request, so i got a bit carried away; i hope it's not too long... it ended up being very 10 things i hate about you inspired but i just love that movie and it just kind of flowed that way... hope you enjoy!!

for my 250 Followers Writing Event!

Tropey Tuesday 🎭 trope: grumpy x sunshine, enemies to lovers-ish

pairing: Sirius Black x reader

word count: 5.9k

“C’mon, Pads, pleaaase,” James pleads for the millionth time that morning. “No. Can’t you just drop it yet? You’re starting to seriously get on my nerves,” Sirius replies, flicking ashes off his cigarette and taking another drag. 

“Fucking hell. What are friends for then, huh? If not to have your back in the darkest of times?” he accuses. 

“I’d hardly call taking Evans out the ‘darkest of times,’ you drama queen. I mean, you are a pretty dull date, Prongs, but don’t be so hard on yourself.” “Hilarious,” he deadpans. “But the point is there isn’t going to be a date unless her sister goes too. Their dad is mental. Thinks Lily shouldn’t be going out alone her first year at uni or something. And he’ll know if she goes; I think he can track her and Y/N’s phones or some psychotic shit like that.” “Yes, yes, you’ve mentioned it.” “Have I? Because you don’t seem to be getting it, dickhead. C’mon, I’d do it for you.” “Oh, would you? You’d go out with the most grim girl you’ve ever laid eyes on, having to worry all night she might stab you if you don’t open the door for her — or if you do actually, knowing her,” Sirius muses. “I would,” he replies certainly. “In fact, I’d do it even if I knew she would stab me. I’d take a knife for you, Black.” “Alright, easy, Prongs. I love you too, but no need to get so dramatic.”

“If you really loved me, you’d do this for me.” “You aren’t gonna let up are you?” “Not a chance.” “Fucking hell.” Sirius flicks away the butt of his cig and walks away, thinking he still had until he found you to change his mind. 

You’re sitting in a courtyard outside reading, and it crosses Sirius’s mind that in the odd moments in which you didn’t look so angry, you were actually kind of… beautiful? 

You’re engrossed in your book when you hear, “Hello, gorgeous.” Sirius smiles at you, taking a seat beside you, leaning close. 

“Can I help you?” you shoot. “Funny you should offer,” he jests. “Yes, yes you can in fact.” You look annoyed, not amused; he’s not used to this reaction but treads on, “It would be a marvelous help actually if you’d join me on Saturday. As I’m sure you know, there’s a party. Half the uni is going, but I reckon it will be rather dull unless you’re there.” He puts on his most seductive smirk. “No, thanks.” You close your book, get up, and leave. He’s sitting there, a bit awe-struck, when he sees you simply sit back down somewhere else, in plain view of his, and continue reading. 

“She’s mental,” he whispers to himself. 

“I tried, Prongs. Leave it, won’t you?” he sighs exasperatedly later that afternoon.

“No, I won’t. Since when are you one to give up so easily? So she didn’t say yes right away, big deal.” “She didn’t not say yes; she said ‘no.’ Very emphatically I might add.” 

“So be more charming! That usually works for you, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that earlier. Thanks, James. Thanks so much,” he says sardonically. “I tried. It’s not as if I went up to her and didn’t try to be charming.”

“If you manage to get her to the party, I will buy you that new guitar you want so much.”

Sirius freezes. Interesting. 

“You can’t afford it,” he shoots.   “I can.” “You’ll back out for some idiotic loophole reason.” “I won’t.” Sirius groans and goes off again. 

“I think you and I got off on the wrong foot.” You’re lying in the grass, headphones on, eyes closed. You look serene. You don’t respond. He shifts and steps closer, accidentally shielding your face from the sun. This gets your attention. 

“What?” you ask, freeing one ear from your headphone, sitting up. He clears his throat and squats down in front of you. 

“I said, I think you and I got off on the wrong foot.” “Oh. Didn’t hear you,” you say simply, pointing at the headphones. “Yes, I gathered.” 

There is an awkward pause. It lingers.

“So…,” you say softly. “Is there something else, or…” 

Bloody hell; was it just him, or did you hate everyone this much?

“What are you listening to?” he tries. “Why do you care?” you reply. You don’t sound angry, though. It comes out like a normal question; he’s just confused as to how you think it is one. 

“I love music,” he says, taking a seat. 

“Okay…” You look genuinely confused. “I love music too, but it doesn’t mean I give a shit what that bloke over there is listening to.” You gesture toward some guy with his headphones in too. 

“Right. Well. I’m interested in music, but I’m also interested in you.” “Why?” “Are you serious?” “Do I sound like I’m joking?” “No, you sound like you’ve never had a conversation with anyone in your life.” He sounds a bit exasperated. He realizes this after the fact and internally cringes for his lack of patience, thinking it will set him back (if he’s made any progress at all) but is surprised at your lack of reaction. 

“I just don’t see why you would be,” you say calmly. 

He’s heard girls say similar to him many times, some out of actual insecurity, some just fishing for his compliments. Your tone is unlike any of theirs, and he’s not sure what to make of it.  “You don’t see what? Why I would be interested in you?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve been vaguely aware of each other for a long time; had a class together and such. You never seemed interested then.” Feeling a bit more himself again, he replies smoothly, “Did you want me to be, love?”

You groan a little. 

“Oh, I was dying for it,” you say, deadpan. “You were all I thought about,” you add dramatically. “I couldn’t focus on anything all day, and at night,” you lean toward him, like you’re about to tell him the deepest secret, “I’d touch myself to the thought of you.” You make a fake-scandalized expression, gasping sarcastically, then turn away as if nothing strange had just happened, turning the volume up on your music and adjusting your headphones again. You laid back down and closed your eyes, ignoring his presence beside you. 

His mind had no idea which thread to chase. It was torn between dissecting how what he thought would offend you didn’t and what he thought would charm you offended you, marveling at how easily you had just joked about your wanking, or coming up with A) a way to convince James this was not happening or… (he seemed excited at the thought) B) a way to convince you to pay attention to him. While this all churned on the surface, in the back of his mind he registered the song you were listening to, which he heard in the fraction of time between your turning it up and putting your headphones back on. He loved that song. 

“How’d it go with Fender?” James asks, entering their flat and plopping down onto the sofa next to Sirius. 

“With what?” Sirius looks at him as though he’s gone mad. “Fender,” he repeats, as if that clarified anything. “Okay. See, the way I see it,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “is that you can think of her as your guitar. That way you’ll want her as badly as that bloody fender and you’ll get off your arse and figure it out.” “Don’t you see how that’s a little, I don’t know, objectifying?” 

“Perfect, she’s rubbing off on you already; I know how much of a feminist she is. This is great; one step closer to love.” “Love?” Sirius’s disbelief is palpable. “When did this go from a meaningless date to help you out to love?” He grimaces a bit… then he grimaces a lot — but this at his realization that it wasn’t the idea of love, or even being in love with you, that made him grimace, but the idea that that didn’t even seem like a possibility. 

“She’s mental, Prongs,” he says quickly, trying to distract himself. “I have no idea what to say to her, and everything I say falls flat, or worse.” “So now you know what it’s like to not look like a demigod and just have to flash a smile to get a girl’s attention. Have you ever thought about talking to her about something she likes? or something you like even. Just not vapid lines that would work regardless of who’s on the receiving end?” 

Sirius squints at him and says, “I tried that, you twat. Asked her about music.” “And she didn’t like that?” 

Sirius pauses, thinking back. “I don’t know,” he responds honestly.

“Well, did she seem annoyed?” “No. Not yet.” “When did she get annoyed?” Sirius winces. “When I asked her if she’d had a crush on me when we had a class together.” 

James slaps the back of his head.

 

A few days go by, the weekend and fated party soon approaching. Sirius is out at a retro record shop in the late afternoon, and a t-shirt with the band name and logo of the group you were listening to the other day, Greta Van Fleet, catches his attention. It’s a cool shirt. And he likes them too. He’s not just thinking of getting it as a potential conversation starter for you. Truly… 

He walks out of the shop, up two records and a t-shirt. 

He runs a couple errands, kills a bit of time, and heads over to the campus pub to meet James and Remus. When he walks in, he’s struck by the sight of you, sitting alone in a corner booth, a pint and a book in front of you. 

James comes to greet him, and he reciprocates, trying to act natural, but as soon as he gets the chance, hoping you haven’t spotted him (he’s pretty sure; he’s barely taken his eyes off of you, so he probably would’ve noticed), he dodges to the toilets, bag in hand. 

When he comes back out, James asks, “Did you just change, mate?” 

“Uh, yeah. Spilled something on my shirt earlier and had a spare.” James accepts this explanation as reasonable and doesn’t spend more time on it. 

They get some drinks and are met by Remus, but as James heads to an empty booth, Sirius grabs his arm and drags him in the other direction. “Let’s sit over there actually.” “Why?” “Just looks more spacious.” And grants a better view of you, he doesn’t add. James looks skeptical but follows, and the three of them settle in. 

Sirius is distracted, occasionally gracing the conversation with a nod of his head or a simple “oh, yeah?” 

James is so caught up in a story, he doesn’t seem to notice, but Remus, ever observant, teases, “You know, if you’d rather go sit with Evans, Sirius, we won’t be offended.” James looks over, catching sight of you for the first time, a little disappointed at which Evans it was.

“What?” Sirius replies lamely. 

“Oh, come on, Padfoot. You haven’t stopped staring at her since we got here.” 

“Brilliant! Another chance,” exudes James. 

“Another chance at what?” asks Remus. “Sirius is taking her to the party on Saturday.” “I’m not,” Sirius interjects harshly. After a beat he adds exasperatedly, looking toward Remus, “James wants me to be taking her to the party on Saturday. That way her sister will come along too and grace him with her presence.” 

“You know,” James muses, “Fender doesn’t look as scary from this far away. I reckon you should go talk to her, Pads.” “Fender?” asks Remus.

“Don’t ask,” deadpans Sirius. “Well? Go on, then,” James urges. “Relax, mate. I’ll go later; just give me a minute.” 

“Are you… nervous?” “Oh, and you wouldn’t be? After she’s rejected you twice in one week?” “Oh, I definitely would be, but you? It’s shocking. This might have a few upsides beyond my date with Lily. I like seeing you flustered.” “I’m not flustered,” Sirius shoots defensively. “I’m just trying to have a drink with my mates without all the nagging, alright? Is that too much to ask?”

“Yes,” James jokes but has mercy on him and continues his conversation with Remus after a threatening, “We’ll come back to this” and a grin. 

Sirius is watching you when the song in the pub changes. You smile a little bit, and he hates how it makes his heart flutter. When the lyrics start, your mouth moves along with them, singing under your breath, and you move a bit with the music. You look beautiful lost in your own world like that. Just then, you look up, and your eyes meet his. They widen, and you freeze, looking a bit embarrassed. He wants to look away but braves on, holding your gaze and attempting to smile in greeting. You give a strained smile in response and look down shyly. It’s a strange look on you, timid. Sirius is not surprised to find it suits you, but he is surprised to find that he misses snarky and strong on you. 

You look back again as if you couldn’t help it, and he catches your glance go down toward his shirt. Yes, he thinks. God, is this how most people normally feel? He feels pathetic, trying so hard to look interesting in front of you, wondering whether you could like him. Your attention is pulled away by the arrival of your sister, and when you stand up and hug her, he sees you smile brightly for the first time. It’s blinding.

“Heads up, Prongs,” he says, not looking away from you. James follows his gaze, and his hand instinctively goes to his hair. Remus scoffs amusedly. 

You both look over, and James awkwardly pulls his hand from his hair and waves at Lily. She gives a giddy laugh and waves back. She turns to you and whispers something, and you shake your head vehemently in response. You start to argue in loud whispers that are still too far away to make out, but eventually Lily just rolls her eyes, looks back over, and gestures for the boys to join you. You look furious.

James doesn’t skip a beat, grabbing his drink and heading over with a confident, “Come on then.”

He pushes Sirius into the booth on your side and slides in next to Lily, Remus sliding in after him, ending up on his other side. Lily, James, and Remus start up an easy chat, but you and Sirius stay quiet. He feels tense, his palms probably sweaty, and the feeling is quite foreign to him. He fiddles with his glass in front of him, not looking sideways at you. “Nice shirt,” you say softly. 

He looks down, as if he doesn’t know exactly what shirt he’s wearing, then looks up at you, responding “thanks” in his best attempt at a casual tone. “You like them?” he adds, knowing the answer. 

You nod. “A lot actually.” “Me too.” “Clearly,” you laugh a little, nodding toward his shirt, and he loves the sound of it. “Why else would you wear this shirt?’ Why else indeed. 

“Yeah,” he laughs, a bit strained still but starting to loosen up. 

“You seem different,” you say. Again with the directness. He needs to learn how to handle it better for future conversations. He catches himself in this thought and can’t help but register his high hopes for the existence of said future conversations. 

“Do I?” “Yeah. I don’t know. You seem…” You seem a bit lost for words then finish, “like the acoustic version to your regular electric.” 

His eyebrows go up, surprised at such phrasing, followed closely by the corners of his lips, intoxicated by it. He doesn’t know what to say, and for the first time, that seems like the beginning of potentially beautiful possibility instead of just an obstacle to overcome as soon as possible. He’s never been so at peace with not saying anything. He just smiles. 

You smile too, and into the quiet space he’s created, whisper, “I like it.” He can’t help his smug smirk at this; he’s still himself after all, but it’s more teasing than before, and this time when you roll your eyes, you lips don’t lose their smile. 

You shift a bit, listening to whatever your sister is saying then tense up suddenly. Sirius has been so distracted just watching you, he has no idea what was said that stressed you out so much. He finally pays attention to try to piece it together. “Right, Y/N?” Lily asks. “Umm,” you don’t answer. “That’s brilliant, right, Sirius?” James says now. “Sorry, what’s brilliant?” “Y/N. Going to the party Saturday,” he responds. Sirius looks inquisitively at you. 

“I never said I was going,” you say, your demeanour back to its regular grumpy one. “In fact, I wasn’t planning to,” you finish with some finality. Lily leans into your shoulder, making puppy dog eyes at you. “But you’ve reconsidered just for me, right? Pleeeaasee, Y/N, pleeaasee.” 

You roll your eyes and bump her off of you but don’t say anything. You opt to take a swig of your drink instead despite the four pairs of eyes still intently watching you. Sirius has the odd sensation that that somehow actually doesn’t affect you, being seen, and it fascinates him. You don’t even look like you’re considering anymore when Lily bumps your shoulder with hers and fake-whispers, “pleeeaaaseee.” 

You roll your eyes again, but give in with a simple, “fine.”

“Ah!! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Lily chants, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek between her praises. You’re grimacing; James is beaming. 

Saturday rolls around, and James and Sirius are finishing getting ready to go. Sirius is searching the messy living room for his leather jacket as he says, “No, mate, I’ll just meet you there.” “What are you talking about? Of course you should walk her there.” “She never said she was going with me. She just said she’d go. I don’t know why she’d expect — or want — me to show up at her flat.” “Just ask her.” “Don’t have her number.” 

James takes his out of his pocket, types something, waits a moment. A ding sounds; he sends another message, and now Sirius’s phone sounds. He opens it to a text from James with your phone number. “Just asked Lily,” James says smugly. Sirius rolls his eyes and plops onto the sofa, debating, spinning his phone in his hand. 

“What do I say?” “Figure it out, playboy,” James says as he goes back into his room, probably to check his hair again.

Sirius starts typing a message. 

hey, Y/N, it’s sirius… how are you? What am I, fifty? he thinks to himself, shaking his head. He erases the how are you?, replacing it with lily gave james your number then james gave it to me. Fucking hell. He erases that too. 

He writes, hey Y/N, it’s sirius… do you want me to come with james to get you and lily? and hits send before he can overthink it. 

He tosses his phone to the side, but he can’t stop looking over at it, and his leg is bouncing up and down rapidly. He’s wringing his hands together, fiddling with his rings when his phone vibrates. He snatches it up immediately, opening it to find one word from you: sure. Good enough, he thinks, and there’s an energy to his step he didn’t have before as he grabs his jacket, saunters to James’s room, and drags him out of the flat.

As you follow Lily out the door, Sirius swallows hard. You look stunning. Lily is all made up, her face looking much more perfect than most days, her heels looking like they’ll hurt after one block. Your look is more low-key. Your eyeliner makes your eyes even more striking than usual, but you still look like yourself. You’re wearing a classic pair of converse that look cool with your long leather coat. 

“Hey,” he greets when you’re standing in front of him.

“Hey,” you say back. You sway from the heels of your feet to your toes a bit then you both turn to walk behind James and Lily, who have their arms wrapped around each other and are already talking animatedly.

The first few minutes of the walk are completely silent between the two of you. Though it’s strangely not awkward, Sirius wants to talk to you, just doesn’t know where to start. He decides to just dive into the deep end. “What’s it like not caring what people think about you? Just saying what you want to say, or,” he chuckles at the current situation, “not saying anything?” You look at him seriously for a moment, considering him.

“I care what some people think about me. Just not everyone. And especially not random guys just because they’re attractive, and I’m supposed to put in some big effort to make myself attractive to them. I have better things to use, even better things to waste, my time and energy on.” You shrug. 

“What’s your favourite waste of time?” he asks, grinning, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. You’re looking down in front of you, but he can see you smile. 

“Um, funky question. Because I guess it’d be music. Getting high and just lying there listening to it, feeling it,” you laugh. “But that hardly seems like a waste.” You’re cheerful, and it’s addicting. Sirius laughs and says, “Hardly sounds like a waste at all. Sounds brilliant.” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, still smiling. “How about yours?” 

“Hm. I don’t know. Can’t just copy your answer, can I?” “Nope,” you pop. 

“Damn. Well, in that case, I’ll go with just hanging out with James and Remus, not really doing much in particular.” 

You nod. “Hardly sounds like a waste at all.” You smile at each other and chuckle. 

When you get to the party, music is blasting, and it’s already full of people, many of whom seem to be drunk already. Sirius catches you looking around with a huge grimace on your face, and he finds it adorable. “Your favourite way to spend a Saturday night?” he asks cheekily, having to lean close due to the noise. You look at him and roll your eyes, but there’s a trace of a smile on your lips. 

Several people greet Sirius, and he laughs and jokes with them. He’s clearly great at being the life of the party. You’ve already lost track of James and Lily. Hoping she’s having fun, you just hang back near Sirius, not engaging with his friends. No matter how glad he seems to see someone, though, he always comes back to you.

“You don’t have to linger, you know. I’ll be fine by myself.” “It’s everyone else I’m worried about. Given the murderous look on your face,” he laughs, though he can’t ignore the sting of the word “linger.” 

You scoff but seem amused. “Besides,” he adds more quietly, “I want to be with you.” 

“Okay,” you smile. “Okay,” he confirms happily. 

As the night goes on, you actually chat more and more easily. Commentary on the DJ’s (usually subpar) performance helps. You’re laughing together, and his hopes are high that you’re having a good time. “I actually like this one,” you say, wincing in amused embarrassment when a dancey pop song comes on. 

“Wanna dance?” he asks excitedly. 

“Um, I’m not much of a dancer,” you admit. “That’s alright. Me neither. Fancy it anyway?”

You bite your lower lip, considering, before nodding. 

He takes your hand and guides you between crowds of people to the area functioning as a dance floor. You stand close to each other, face to face, and it takes some time to get into the rhythm. Sirius finds you adorable as you cover your face with your hand, laughing at yourself. He grabs your hand, uncovering your face, and spins you. You laugh and put your other hand on his shoulder when you’re facing him again. He puts his hand on your hip, and you two move with the music, letting go. You dance a few more songs before you lean into his ear to say something. The contact shoots a thrill down his spine. “Wanna get some air? I’m getting really warm in here,” you semi-yell. He nods and grabs your hand again, walking with you out onto the quieter, emptier patio. You take a deep breath and sigh in contentment at the fresh air, leaning on your forearms on the porch ledge. You look lovely all flushed. 

“What?” you ask, laughing lightly. “What?” he repeats, smiling but uncertain. “You’re looking at me funny.” He’s debating telling you the truth, telling you it’s because he thinks you’re beautiful, when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He just shakes his head casually as he goes to check it. He sees an unimportant message and just puts his phone down on the ledge in front of you both. You just stand there quietly with each other, shoulder to shoulder, and he fucking loves it. He feels at peace and excited simultaneously.

“Mind if I smoke?” he asks you, reaching into his pocket. 

“Not as much as your lungs,” you retort. He gives you a “very funny” look. “I don’t mind,” you say more softly. He pulls out his cigs but keeps digging in his pockets. “Shit, forgot my lighter. Gonna go steal one from anyone I know real quick. Be right back,” he says, bumping your shoulder with his. You nod happily. 

You’re standing there alone when his phone lights up in front of you. 

A text from James reads, saw you sneak off with fender 👀 looks like you oughtta be grateful instead of annoyed in the end 

Followed quickly by one from Remus, okay can one of you please explain the nickname now? it’s weird

James again, i promised sirius i’d buy him that fender he keeps going on about if he suffered a date with Y/N for me

Your stomach drops, and you feel like you’re going to be sick, your ears ringing with more than the after-effects of the loud music. 

Sirius comes back, putting his hand on your lower back with a sweet “hey.”

You grab his phone, shove it in his chest, and seethingly say, “Fuck you, Black. Hope you didn’t have to suffer too much.” Your shoulder shoves him aggressively as you storm off. 

He looks at his phone, and pure horror courses through him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he keeps repeating as he speeds after you through the crowds. He doesn’t catch up until you’re a good way down the street away from the party. 

“Y/N! Wait! Please wait a second,” he calls, out of breath, as he reaches you, grabbing your forearm to try to turn you toward him. His heart shatters at the sight that meets him. You’re crying. 

You yank your arm away from him and spit out, “Leave me alone.” 

“Please. Please just let me explain. I wanted to be with you tonight. Please,” he pleads, walking fast to keep up with you. 

“Oh, fuck off. You don’t have to keep it up anymore; your friend got what he wanted.” “It’s not like that, okay? You can ask him if you want! He’ll tell you I wanted you to come with me; he’ll tell you I like you.” “I’m sure he’ll tell me whatever you want him to, Black, but I’m really not interested. Please just leave me the fuck alone.” You start walking faster, and he stops dead in his tracks. He doesn’t know what he could possibly say, and he just stands there in the middle of the road, the worst feeling he’s ever felt weighing him down to the spot.

You’re back in your flat, still crying, when your phone buzzes. 

Y/N

please 

can we please talk? 

it’s not what you think

i really want to talk to you

please

You put it on silent and toss it away.

You wake up with puffy eyes and four missed calls from Sirius from last night and another three from this morning. You delete the notifications and go take a shower, blasting your music. 

You get dressed carelessly, grab your bag, and shove your headphones on. You meet Lily in the living room on the way out, and she looks concerned. She tries to stop you, but you just say “I’m fine” and hurry out the door. 

You walk to a nearby park, a favourite spot of yours, and roam around for a while, hoping unsuccessfully to drown out your feelings in the music and movement. You sit down at a bench and take out your book. After reading the same sentence about ten times, you slam it shut and shove it back in your bag. You just sit there, and you’re struggling to keep the tears away as you let yourself replay your emotions from last night. You lie down on the grass, listening to your music again and shutting your eyes tight. After a while, it suddenly gets darker behind your eyelids, and you open your eyes to see what’s blocking the sun. Fuck. You’ve got to tell Lily to stop giving your phone number and probable locations to arseholes. 

Sirius is standing above you, a desperate look on his face. He squats down and grabs your hands as you move to grab your things, clearly planning to leave.

“Wait, Y/N. Please wait. I’m begging you.” 

“What do you want?” you ask harshly, taking your headphones off. 

“Just to talk to you. Please. Please let me apologize.” “You’ve apologized. Now leave me alone.” You turn away from him again and get up. 

“No, that’s not it. I want to make things right. You have to understand.” “Understand what exactly?” “I like you. I really like you. I think about you all the time; I want to spend more time with you.” “Another instrument in it for you?” you say scathingly. “No, no, of course not. That guitar thing was stupid. Really. It was really fucking stupid, and it was before we’d ever even talked! Well, you’d said a total of six words to me, but still, I had no idea how much I’d want to keep trying to get you to give me a chance without any other incentive.” You don’t say anything, but you also don’t go to leave, and Sirius sees this as serious progress. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I was a complete and total idiot to ever even entertain the idea, but it was just a silly thing before anything else happened.” “And what exactly is it that you think happened?” Your arms are crossed, and you still look like you want to murder him. 

“I saw how fucking incredible you are. And I got it in my head that the thing I want most in the world is a chance to keep seeing how incredible you are. Let’s see. What else happened? I bought a t-shirt just to get your attention; I made a fool of myself in front of my friends from how nervous I was to talk to you; I lost sleep thinking about everything you’d ever said to me, and how you’re like no one I’ve ever met; I wrote and rewrote the simplest message last night like a lovestruck idiot because I was dying for you to say you wanted to see me. Then what else? Oh, right, and correct me if I’m wrong here because this is where you come in: then I had a fucking brilliant time with you last night. I dreamt of wasting time with you, of getting to dance with you again, of making you laugh even though you’re gorgeous even when you look cross — like right now by the way — I even dreamt of sitting in silence with you for fuck’s sake.” He was out of breath by the time he finished his speech.

“How’d you know I liked Greta Van Fleet?” “What?” “I assume that’s the shirt you bought to get my attention. How’d you know I liked them?” “That’s what you’re asking me right now?” “Yes.” “Fucking hell, Y/N.” A beat. “I could hear it from your headphones that second day you blew me off.” You just nod, still looking solemn.

“You’re not,” you say after a moment.

“Not what?”

“Wrong. About last night. You know, its being brilliant. Before… well, before —”

“Before I cocked it all up with silly games I never should’ve played in the first place,” he interrupts. “Before my stomach fucking flipped at reading those messages and my heart broke at seeing you…,” he swallows the knot in his throat, “at making you cry.” He ventures a step toward you, and you don’t move away, just tighten your grip on yourself and look down. “I’m so so sorry I did, Y/N. And I’ll make it up to you if you’ll let me.” He puts a hand on your cheek, caressing you softly. His other hand comes to your arms, uncrossing them and intertwining your fingers with his. He steps a bit closer and speaks more softly as he asks, “What do you say, love?”

You stay silent for a few seconds then say, “Okay.” He scoffs in relief and disbelief, chuckling. 

“I just poured my heart out to you, and all you say is ‘okay’?”

“Yes,” you say, but after a second, a subtle smile lightens your features. He barks a laugh.

“I’ll take it,” he says, kissing your forehead. He lingers there a moment, still caressing your cheek, his lips hovering at your hairline, and when he leans back, he stays very close to your face, looking down at your lips. You push your chin up, bringing your faces even closer together. He smiles at this and closes the shrinking gap. 

Your kiss tastes like possibility, and as Sirius shifts, deepening it, he’s not surprised to find your tongues fall into rhythm with each other as easily as your bodies did on the dance floor last night. 

You clutch his jacket, pulling him closer as he envelops your mouth with his, the warmth of it coursing from where you’re connected down through your entire body. 

He leans his forehead against yours when you break apart. He gives your nose a peck then, your fingers still intertwined, says, “So. What do you want to do now?” “I don’t know.” Not letting go of his hand, you grab your stuff and start walking with him. “Maybe we can waste time. Or sit in silence.” He squints at you.

“Are you taking the piss?”

“Yeah, a little bit, yeah,” you grin guilty. 

He’s laughing, shaking his head, as he sarcastically says, “We’ll see when I make the effort of giving you another romantic speech.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” you say, squeezing his hand and kissing his cheek.

[iwhishtomeetinournextlife]

An anonymous lover (part 7)

Summary : Y/N goes on a date with Ben, a few weeks after the detention with Sirius. The end does not go as expected, and Sirius's plan to earn Y/N's apology is a disaster.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, not proof read, swear words, arm grabbing, a bit of gaslight if you squint

Word count : 2.5k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - You're here

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

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It’s been a few days since the detention with Sirius, his last words were stuck in her head. He wanted to make it up to her, he didn’t mean all the atrocities he had said. Bullshit she thought. It wasn’t the first time she had to face this, face someone who hurt her and was saying all the apologies in the world just to stab her again and deeper. She wasn’t going to fall for that again. So she did everything to avoid him.

That turned out to be harder than she thought, because Sirius definitly didn’t give up on her. She constantly catched him looking at her, especially when she was with Ben.

The two slytherin got closer and closer each day, learning more about one another, he quickly admit to her he was interested and asked for a date at Hogsmeade, and she agreed, and the day has come.

However, she felt bad, still thinking a lot about Sirius, sure she wanted him out, but she couldn’t stop her smirk when she noticed his jealous look when she was with Ben, or search for his eyes in a crowd, after all, getting over someone whom you gave your heart was a hard thing to do. She sighed, and stood up from her bed, it was pathetic she told herself, she was mad at him but was still craving his attention from afar.

That was very unfair to Ben too, the slytherin was nothing but kind with her, and she felt like she was simply using him as a replacement to Sirius or a bondage for her heart. She gave herself little but firm slap on her cheeks to wake her up. She will get ready for her date later that day, and they both will have a great time !

Their date was only in the afternoon and it was still way too early, so she went to the great Hall to take her breakfast, she was starving. Once she got there, she sat with her friends, who were already there.

“OOOoooOOH here is our little date girl !” said Olivia, Y/N simply rolled her eyes and respond with redish cheeks, “Shut up”. Jacob gave her a warm smile, “Excited for your date ?”

Y/N gave him back a bigger smile and cupped her own face, “Yes ! He’s so sweet, I can’t wait !”

“It’s good to see you doing great after the whole Sirius desaster”, that made Y/N groan, slamming her hands on her face and Jacob shot dark glares at her, “What did I say ?! It’s the truth !”

Y/N sighed, “Let’s just not mention him ever, okay ? I really don’t want to think about him ESPECIALLY today”. Y/N talked to her friends about what have happened with Sirius, well, the big lines anyway, they just knew that they had exchange some letters and when Sirius had found who she was it didn’t go well. Now, she didn’t want to deal with him again.

They talked about something else and the discussion drive to other subject without anymore mention of the gryffindor boy. Olivia insited to help Y/N get ready, giving her the perfect dress “to seduce that boy to the star and beyond”, that just made them laugh, she was very cute indeed in her little dress, she opted for a light makeup and Olivia did her hair. Y/N was absolutely perfect, no doubt Ben will love it.

By the time they were done, it was the time for the date, they were suppose to meet at the fountain so that’s where she went. But the way there wasn’t so restful, because she came accross the very person she didn’t want to see; Sirius. Usually he would not talk to her, but this time he clearly had something to say. However, he stopped himselof in his trac, looking at her up and down, she took advantages at his confusion to go past him but she wasn’t fast enough. “I- hum- where are you going ?”, he couldn’t resist looking at her.

Y/N groaned “I have a date, now let me go, I’m going to be late”, Sirius frowned and whispered “A date ?”, he let her go and watched as she walked away. He mutered something under his breath, not liking that one bit, going in his own direction.

Y/N sighed in relief when she arrived and saw Ben waiting for, happy to notice Sirius hadn’t followed her. Ben looked at her with sparkling eyes, “Wow Y/N you.. You look amazing”

She blushed at his compliment, “Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself”, he smiled looking down at his hand, “Thanks, shall we go ?” he offered his arm and went side to side to Hogsmeade, more precisely at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.

Y/N loved that place, she went a few time in the past, sometimes with friends, sometime with –not so good- dates, they sat down and each ordered their tea and pastry. The date went amazingly well, they laughted, joked, flirted a bit and debate if pudding was really that good or not. Y/N was incredably satisfied with the way it went. Ben insisted to be the one paying, since he invited her, and as a response she invited him for a new date where she will got him back, making him blush.

They went outside, saying goodbye to Madam Puddifoot and walked around town, Y/N needed new ink so they enter the shop. She always felt at home there, the shop owner loved her, they saw she knew her stuff and it always a pleasure to talk to people who are passionate by the same things, isn’t it ? That got her to have some discount here and there, Y/N was not complaining. She eyed a set of quills and notebooks but she didn’t have enough money, having discounts from time to times, but it didn’t means she had infinite incomes.

The owner advise a new ink that she took, a dark glittery blue whom looked like the night sky, a great choice. She paid her purchases, Ben offered to take the bag and they walked to the exit of the town, ready to go back to the castle, on the road, Ben slowly slowed down, taking Y/N’s hand, making her turn. She looked down at their linked fingers and then at him.

“Yeah ?”, he looked around, crimson red, “I- Hum- Well... Can I... kiss.. You ?”. Y/N widen her eyes, mouth agape. It was her turn to be red, and he gave her the biggest smile, “I’d love it”

Ben looked at her, smiled, getting closer, but before their lips could touch, they got separated by something big. Ben frowned “What the-”.

Y/N turned to see what it is and gasped, “A dog !!” she immediatly got on her knees, raised her hands in front of her, waiting to see if the dog will come which it did, and she made an happy high note, petting the animal. “Are you a good girl ?”, she laughed when the dog seemed to make a face “A good boy then !”, the good boy jumped on her, making her fall and laughed, licking her face.

Ben just stood there and looked at them, a bit uncomfy, “Y/N we should go back to the castle it’s getting late”, she whined, “Pleaaase, can we stay a bit ?” giving him a pouty face, the dog simply looked at him, unsettleling Ben. “No, we should really go”. The dog growled at him, but Y/N booped his nose.

“Hey, be nice. C’mon Ben, it’s not that late yet”, Ben sighed, getting impatient, he grabbed her arm and forced her to stood up, “I said let’s go”, Y/N frowned and was about to complain but the dog groaned to the boy, showing his fangs, moving fast toward him, letting the idea he was attacking him. Ben let go of Y/N but also of the bag, letting it fall. Once the bag touch the floor, a loud shatter noise could be heard.

Everyone stopped, dog include, Y/N let out an irritate sigh, taking the bag to look inside, not having high hopes, already knowing what she will see. Obviously, the ink was spillep all over the paper bag, making Y/N groaned. “Just great”.

“It’s that fucking dog !”, Y/N gave Ben a hard glare, she kneeled to be at the dog’s high, extended her hand like before, the dog did look unbievably guilty, with his ears down and big puppy eyes, looking down. He slowly went to her, getting pet in return.

“It’s alright buddy, thanks for trying to protect me”, speaking the second part lower so Ben couldn’t hear, she gave him a kiss on the top of his head, his tail wiggling uncrontollably. Ben rolled his high, but before a sound could even pass his lisps, Y/N got back up and walked fast back to Hogwarts. Ben rushed behind her, “Come on Y/N you are not going to be mad after me for what a stupid dog did !”

She turned to him, flames in her eyes, “He wouldn’t have jumped on you if you hadn’t grabbed me like some caveman”, she got scared when he gripped her so harshly, it had hurt on the moment. He rolled his eyes, “If you had followed me I wouldn’t have grabbed you ! And come on it wasn’t hard you are exagerating”. Y/N was completely shocked and disappointed, not even bothering to respond, she just run away.

Before Ben could go after her, he felt something grabbing his pants and pested when he saw it was the dog. He kicked him the face “Get the fuck away you dumb slack !” The dog yelped, and groalled, locking eye contact with him for a few second, before going away when he saw Y/N was out of sigh. Ben pested and walked back to the school.

Farther, the dog hid behind some trees, away from people’s sigh and transformed. Sirius stood up, massaging his jaw, glowering at Ben going away. Before he was simply jealous because he was close to Y/N, he even almost gave up when he saw the date was going just fine from where he was, in his animagi form, but when he saw Ben getting closer to kiss her, he felt his blood boiled and he couldn’t stopped himself from stepping in.

He was now smiling like an idiot, he did got a kiss from her personnaly in the end. He sigh, Ben wasn’t good for her, he felt bad at first, intervering like that, uninvited, but the way he had talked to her, gripped her, he clenched his jaw thinking of it. He had to keep an eye on him, making sure he didn’t hurt her.

Sirius decided to go back to Hogsmeade and enter the shop where she got her ink and bought a bottle, it was his faults if she had lost it, he even took the set of quill and notebooks, the little surprise was ready and he wanted to put some more gift so that was the occasion.

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Y/N had went to bed pissed, she couldn’t believe Ben had acted this way. Laying down, looking at the ceiling she sighed, could it be her ? Is it her fault the boys she likes are like that ? Was she asking for too much ? She fell asleep, those questions spinning in her head.

The wake up however, was nothing like the day before, it her roomate who shook her up, confusing and iritating her. “Look !!”

With a groan she sat up, leanning on her elbows, looking around. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widden, her bed was surrounded by mounts and mounts of flowers, poenis, sunflowers, roses, and more, all her favorite flowers, there was two gifts baskets, one filled with her favorite candies. The second one had to be her favorite, it was filled with letter writing supplies, inks, parchments, notebooks, quill, she gasped when she saw a new bottle of the ink she has lost yesterday, and the pack of quills and notebooks she saw at the shop.

In that basket there were a little box, with a little message on top, “I’m sorry, I am an idiot :(”. When she openned the box, her and her friends jumped a bit, gold glowing animals figure got out of the box and fly around, it was beautiful. In the box, a beautiful necklace, a red heart pendant. “Who send it ?”

They looked all around, searching for anything but it wasn’t signed, making Y/N pout. “I don’t know !”. She sat there for a moment, thinking, looking at the ink bottle and the packs. It has to be Ben right ? Only him knew about that ink and the quill and notebook, and he did act like an idiot. She smiled, maybe yesterday was an accident and he just act wierd around dogs ? The gifts were nice of him, and he showed he had put attention in what she is saying when they talk.

She put on the necklace and quickly got ready for the day, running to see where he is. When their eyes locked, he went to her, “Listen Y/N I-” but he got cut off when she squeezed him into a hug. “Thanks !”

He put his arms around her, putting his head on her shoulder, a puzzled look on his face, “Hum, what for ?”

She laughted, “The gifts ! And the flowers, and the animals flying, everything !”. That didn’t enlighted up his mind, what was she talking about ? But he thought for a moment, whoever send those didn’t signed it, since she was sure it was him, maybe that was the perfect oppertunity. “That ? You don’t have to thanked me, it’s normal, I was unfair to you yesterday”

She lift her head to look up at him, “Of course, you didn’t have to do this much ! How did you do all of this so fast ?”

Ben left out an akward laugh, “Well, anything for you babe”, he cup her head, looking into her eyes, smiling at her. She rose on her tip toe and they shared a kiss. Ben smirk, well, thing were going better than expected. They left the slytherin common room hand-in-hand. Her toying with the pendant. They both went to the Great Hall and ate together, she put her head on his shoulder.

Sirius looked at them coming in, and fixed their linked arms, not understanding how that happenned. But then she saw the way she touch the necklace, the one he got her when she had her head on his shoulder. Fuck. He put his face in his hands. She thinks it’s this asshole. He hadn’t sign the gifts, he didn’t realise the altercation of yesterday would make her think it was him !

He groaned, he had fucked up, and now she was in his arms, he was sure now he was no good, which asshole would take credit for something they hadn’t done ? He had to keep a close eye to him, he felt something bad was going to happen.

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[ejlovespie]

I Know You

(Part 1 of 2)

Fandom: Supernatural - Author: EJ (@ejlovespie)

Summary: The reader thinks she was stabbed by the man she loves and left to die alone.   

Reader’s Request: Can you pleaaase write a dean x reader angst+fluff+near death one shot where they have feelings for each other but they're too insecure to say anything about it, and then one day the reader is in a motel room alone waiting for dean and Sam to come back from somewhere, and suddenly shapeshifter dean comes in and stabs her multiple times and leaves her bleeding on the floor until real Dean and Sam come back.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2672

Warnings: Graphic Violence/Near Death/Fear/Angst/Insecurity/Eventual Fluff***GRAPHIC details of being stabbed and assaulted. Do NOT read if violence and descriptions of assault (sexual comments and being thrown onto a bed) are a trigger for you. ***

A/N: Thank you for the request Anon!! This one was tough to write but I really hope you enjoy it. I am SO SORRY it took so long. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and any mistakes are mine. Also, I broke this up into 2 parts because it was getting very long. Thank you for reading! :) 

Reader’s POV

The loud knock on the motel room door made your heart skip a beat. Sam and Dean had left a few hours ago to talk to a witness and left you in your room to do research. Excitement at seeing Dean made your heart beat faster and a smile spread across your face. Jumping up from the desk chair, you quickly grabbed the bottle of perfume you had left on the dresser. Spritzing the air, you floated through the flowery scent before reaching the door. Taking a deep breath, you turned the knob. 

Dean stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in tight jeans, boots, a t-shirt, and a jacket. For a second, you noticed the necklace he always wore around his neck was missing. Before you could ask about it, your eyes went to his, causing the smile on your face to fall. His eyes were so dark they looked black. Taking a step back, your heart started beating faster in fear. Dean was sneering at you in a way you had never seen before; it was almost...demonic. Instinct told you this man wasn’t the one you knew and loved and full on panic gripped you when you saw the tip of a knife poking out of his jacket sleeve. For a moment, time stood still before speeding up too fast.

Taking another, larger step back into your room, you tried slamming the door but Dean lunged at you. He simultaneously grabbed your wrists and trapped you in a tight embrace while kicking the door shut with his boot. An ugly growl escaped from his throat before he violently flung you onto the small bed. He quickly turned to lock the door and bolt the chain before whirling around to face you again. His eyes lit up when he saw you pull a gun from the bedside drawer. Shock and hurt made your voice shake when you asked, “Dean, why are you doing this? What’s the matter with you?” A smile you had never seen before took over his face then. It was too wide, manic even, and full of malicious intent. “I’m giving you what you wanted, you little whore. I’m finally going to stick it in you.” 

Faster than you thought was possible, he lunged at you again. The gun was torn from your hands and tossed across the room before Dean’s heavy weight was thrown on top of you. You gasped when his knee landed in between your thighs. You could feel every inch of his large body crushing you and you gasped for breath. You fought him, trying to push him off, slapping him everywhere you could before he pinned both of your wrists in one big hand. Tears pricked your eyes when he leaned in and inhaled a spot on your neck where your perfume clung to your skin. When you tried to kick out, his knee came up fast making you cry out in pain and shock. You had never been kneed so hard in your most sensitive area. You whimpered and twisted away in disgust when Dean’s tongue darted out to lick your exposed cleavage. 

“Dean, stop!” The tears you were fighting spilled over when he bit your neck hard enough to draw blood. You screamed as he pulled the knife out and plunged it into your stomach. You stared into his eyes, glowing with lust and hatred as he pulled the knife out and continued to stab you repeatedly. Agony had you begging and pleading for him to stop, to get help, but he didn’t listen. After what seemed like an eternity, your vision started to fade as red hot pain turned into numbness. Soon after you lost consciousness, the shapeshifter changed and slipped out of the room, leaving you to die.  

Dean’s POV

They were held up with their interview. What should have taken forty five minutes turned into two hours of waiting for their guy to show up. Deciding to come back tomorrow, Dean had dropped Sam off at the library and headed back to the motel. He hated leaving Y/N alone for so long. He wondered if she was hungry..and if she missed him like he missed her. Maybe they could go and grab some food at the diner they passed coming in. Pulling into the parking lot, anxiety had Dean lunging out of the impala when he saw Y/N’s room’s door was ajar. Her car was parked right out front so he knew she hadn’t left. His gut twisted as he ran across the parking lot only to sink when he saw her. She was laying still on the bed, drenched in her own blood. Darting to her, he checked the pulse in her neck and silently thanked God when he felt a tiny beat. Briefly, he thought about calling 911 and waiting for an ambulance but he was afraid she wouldn’t make it. Not knowing what else to do, he picked up her lifeless body as gently as possible and ran out of the room. Laying limp in his arms, Dean swiped hair out of Y/N’s face before kissing her cheek.  

“Hang tight for me baby. I’m going to get you help. You're going to be fine.”  

Dean carefully placed her in the backseat before whipping the car out of the lot and driving as fast as possible to the hospital. The drive and the events that came after were a blur. A mixture of emotions threatened to break Dean as he pushed down any and every thought that wasn’t related to Y/N pulling through and being okay. She was going to be fine. She was strong, so damn strong. She would fight and live to tell him the name of the son of a bitch that hurt her. He would make this right. Although he didn’t remember calling, Sam showed up and barraged him with a dozen questions. 

“Dean! What happened? Where is Y/N? Is she okay? Has the doctor come out yet?”

In a haze, Dean tried to think back and remember. He was sitting in the waiting room but they had rushed Y/N into emergency surgery as soon as he stumbled into the lobby with her in his arms. Looking at his watch, he realized that had been hours ago. 

“I don’t know anything Sammy. I pulled up to the motel and her door was open. When I went inside...she was on the bed. I..I didn’t look at the room or anything; I just grabbed her and drove straight here. Nobody has come out yet.” 

Dropping back down in the chair, he buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t stop seeing her. Couldn’t stop reliving that moment where he thought she was dead. His beautiful, smart, brave Y/N, soaked in blood and paler than the sheets she had been laying on. Gritting his teeth, he silently vowed to find the son of a bitch that did this to her and make him suffer. He didn’t hear Sam sit down beside him or pay attention to anything else in the waiting room. He just sat, fearful and angry and prayed to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in. 

Hours later, a doctor stepped out and called for ‘Trisha Randalphs family.’ Sam and Dean both jumped up at the sound of one of Y/N’s aliases and ran over to the doctor. With a serious expression he asked, “Are you Trisha’s family?” Dean rushed out, “I’m her husband.” At the time as Sam, who said, “I’m her brother.” Looking tired, the doctor introduced himself and explained how ‘Trisha’ was currently stable but had very serious wounds. The surgery she underwent was lengthy and she fought hard for her life. Dean lost focus after that. Y/N was alive and that was all he needed to know. The doctor had gone on about details of the surgery and how she was in an induced coma for the time being. At some point, the doctor walked away and Dean headed for the exit, Sam hot on his heels. 

“Dean! Where are you going?”

Without answering, they walked quickly out of the hospital and headed for the impala. When they reached the car and they both saw the back seat covered in Y/N’s dry blood, Dean’s chest tightened. He breathed in and out of his nose before slamming a fist down on the hood of the car. Rage was the only emotion Dean felt as he threw the door open and sped off towards the motel again. Fortunately, the motel was rundown and didn’t have a very attentive maintenance person. The room was exactly how Dean left it. Beside him, Sam made a sound in his throat. Forcing himself to focus and not imagine Y/N here, Dean looked around the small space for clues. He noticed a bottle of perfume on the dresser and picked it up for a moment before setting it back down. He wanted to uncap it and smell her but didn’t want his brother to see him do it. 

“Dean, over here.” 

Sam was crouched on the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Dean walked over to see him poking at a familiar pile of goo. Dean knelt down next to him and grimaced. Knowing it was a shifter who mutilated his girl was helpful but he also knew how tricky they were to find after they had shifted. They looked around a bit longer before collecting Y/N’s things and heading back to the hospital. 

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They were there for several days before Y/N finally woke up. Sam had gone back and forth from the motel and the hospital but Dean had stayed with Y/N the whole time. Once the doctor’s had informed them she could wake up at any time, Dean knew he had to stay and be there for when she opened her eyes. They called Bobby for some help so he and Sam were working the case and trying to find the shifter. When Y/N woke up, Dean was sitting by her bed, holding her hand in his larger one. When she finally came to and turned to face him, Dean’s relief and happiness immediately changed to anxiety. When she looked at him, fear filled her eyes. To Dean’s surprise, she tugged her hand away and started gasping for breath. A nurse ran in, shoving past him, to check on Y/N. She was gasping and yelling, “No! Please! Stop!” The nurse, an older woman, tried calming her with soothing words while she administered something into her IV bag. A few seconds later, Y/N was limp again. 

Panicked, Dean demanded, “What did you give her?!” The nurse gave him a sad smile before saying, “It’s just a sedative to keep her calm until her wounds are healed. You’re the husband right? Just give her some time. She has gone through a very traumatic experience.” She patted his cheek before stepping out of the room again. Dean fell back into the chair and grabbing Y/N’s hand, brought her fingers to his lips. Feeling lost and scared he kissed her skin and begged her to be okay.

They were there for a week longer than planned. Sam and Bobby had finished up the case and were now fully hunting the shifter. The problem was the trail went cold. Other than the few clues they had already looked into, the only person that could bring more information to the table was Y/N. Unfortunately, the few times she had woken, she had taken one look at Dean and broken down so bad she had to be sedated. Eventually, Sam had been there instead of Dean, suggesting to his brother that he go take a shower. Y/N had woken and smiled when she saw Sam. 

“Hey, there she is. How do you feel?”

Holding out a cup of water, Sam helped Y/N take a sip through the straw before sitting back down. 

In a cracked voice she responded, “I feel like my insides were ripped out and then shoved back inside of me...but somehow i’m alive.” A tear slipped down her cheek when she continued, “Sam..I remember everything. I don’t know how and I wish I didn’t but I do..Dean..but not Dean..attacked me. It looked just like him but I know it wasn’t him.” 

Sam stared at her for a minute while he processed the new information. “It was a shifter. We found it’s..skin, on the floor in your room. It definitely wasn’t Dean, he was with me and you know he would never do this to you.” More tears were streaming down her face as she closed her eyes and nodded. “I know. I can’t help it though. When I look at his face..I see that monster. It was..awful Sam.” Her voice broke saying the last sentence and Sam reached out to hold her hand as she sobbed.

Dean watched his brother and Y/N from the hallway. He heard their conversation and the familiar rage rose up again. The shapeshifter had attacked her while wearing his face. No wonder she had been terrified each time she saw him..That thought made the rage and constant fear he had been burying turn into pain. Would they ever get past this? Would Y/N ever be able to look at him without seeing her attacker? Marching out of the hospital, he dialed Bobby’s phone number. He was going to find this thing and make it pay.

To Be Continued. 

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(Ikesen and Ikevamp) Sorry if this has been asked before. But how about an MC who went back to her own time only to find out she was pregnant. How would the boys reaxt if she comes back somehow a few years later but with a young child she says is theirs.

im sorry for keeping u waiting this long anon huhu,, i only did the vamps but, if my askbox allows, i’ll come back to do the sen boys too ! i didn’t have a specific gender for their children so jus imagine the lil rascal any way u want

Napoleon Bonaparte

When you come back through that door with a fascinated child holding your hand, it’s him you meet first again, and the tears are already glossing his eyes over before you can say anything.

He literally has no words when you smile gently, saying it’s his. Napoleon swallows the bump in his throat before making his way to the both of you, holding the two of you in his arms for only god knows how long.

“I.. can’t wait to live my life with you both, nununche,” he mumbles into your hair, ears slightly tinged, only causing you to laugh at his adorable antics.

As a father, he isn’t very strict, and he isn’t all that good in child-rearing, either. But he tries — you have to keep reminding yourself of this when you catch them in a compromising position, usually when you see your child holding a foil with a goofy smile.

“Nunuche.. I can explain,” Napoleon says calmly when you first find the two of them — well, three; it seems Jean was in on this little practice, though he quickly bolted when he saw you — parading around the training room with the foils.

“Mamma, papa said he was the King! He teached me how to be King!” Your child exclaims, flailing the weapon around excitedly as your gaze only darkens.

“Well, you see, I meant emperor, but—” his words die down when he sees your unimpressed face practically dripping with the murderous intent he’s so used to fighting against on the battle field

Slowly kneeling down to meet your child’s eyes, you see him whispering something incoherent before the little one nods seriously, slowly putting down the foil.

Then, as if counting down ‘3, 2, 1′, Napoleon immediately hoists your child up in his arms, running out of the room as both his laughter and your child’s squeals echo throughout the halls.

“Napoleone di Buonaparte, get your ass back here right now!” You scream, running after them.

“3, 2, 1 — Vive L’Empereur!” The two of them scream back, before bursting into laughter. They’re always in sync. It’s exasperating.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“That child is.. mine?” He asks, slightly jaw-slacked, pointing at the child that undeniably looks like him, if the identical beauty mark or violet eyes are anything to go by.

“Do you.. not want—”

“I never said that,” he instantly cuts you off, going over to kneel at the confused child. With a slight smile, in an attempt to hold his tears back, he manages, “So.. how was spending time with that clumsy mother of yours?”

Mozart doesn’t really know how to spend time with his child, though he’s clearly not opposed to carrying the little rascal around on his shoulders, or dragging the child clinging onto his leg around when stubbornness bites.

You often don’t know what he’s thinking whenever he spends time with your child, or the whole situation, but rest assured, he wouldn’t change it for the world, despite how he may look.

A clear example of this is when you once walked into the piano room only to see your little darling on top of the grand white piano itself, snoozing on top of a small comforter whilst your lover plays the soft tunes you’ve grown to love.

Shock holds you captive as you stare at the lovely sight, before finally trailing off, “Mozart..”

Without so much as glancing at you, he replies, voice hushed in a soft tone you don’t hear so often. The blissful smile on his face speaks thousands of words.

“I thought you were the only one foolish enough to let your guard down in front of me… It seems I was wrong.”

Leonardo da Vinci

He had an inkling the moment he saw the child sporting caramel eyes so similar to his own, tawny gaze regarding the large mansion with wonder.

And when you did reveal that the child is actually his, he only pulled you close to his chest, hoisting the little one up with his other arm.

“Papa has a lot of time to make up to you, doesn’t he?”

Leonardo is good with children, if it isn’t obvious. Not in your conventional dad way wherein he brings the child to school — in fact, he probably fell asleep in the hallway just when the two were about to leave — but he's awfully good at keeping his child entertained.

Running around the mansions, creating new inventions, learning a new language — sometimes, you have to remind yourself that this child’s father is literally Leonardo da Vinci.

A position you often see them in, however, is snoozing on the floor, probably near the library, your child a small ball curled into Leonardo’s arms and head in the crook of his neck.

“Again? Really?” You can only huff, though that doesn’t stop the small smile from spreading on your face as you brush the locks of hair out of your lover’s face.

“Cara mia,” he rasps out, cracking a bleary eye open and gripping your wrist softly. Then, he smiles, all sorts of soft and lovely and.. unguarded.

“You two.. are the best things that have happened to me.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur tries swallowing back the lump in his throat when he sees you standing in front of that damned door, though to no avail as a tear slips.

He starts full-on crying when you say that you’re back for good and that the child is his, and he’ll have to be comforted by yours and your child’s tiny arms before he even plans to stop.

“Ah, crying like that on our first meeting… Don’t you think your fath — I’m a bit embarrassing?” He asks, sniffling as he musters a smile.

Your child giggles, blue eyes crinkling. “No! Mommy told me a whooooole lot about you, daddy!”

He has to stop himself from sobbing again.

Arthur wastes no time in making up for what he’s missed, and every single day is one you’d find the two of them either in town or messing about at home.

If not, then they’re probably just chilling in the comforts of his room, doing god knows what. The day you peek in to see what exactly they were up to was a blessed day.

Maneuvering yourself in a way that lets you see through the tiny crack of the open door, your jaw drops at the adorable sight of your child in a tiny deerstalker and trench coat far too big for his form, Arthur nodding with a serious look on his face.

“So, Watson, do you think crepes make mummy happier?” Your child asks, holding his magnifying glass up — one you’re sure is from Leonardo — like a mic in front of Arthur’s face.

He strokes his chin for a moment, before answering, “Seeing her reaction when we gave her the ones we bought yesterday, I deduce they do, Sherlock.”

“Good dedoo – deduck – deduction, Watson! I thought so too.”

Your heart literally melts. The two are far too cute for you, you having to calm yourself before walking in with the widest smile on your face. Dorks. 

Vincent van Gogh

When you meet those familiar, cerulean eyes from your place in front of the door, they’re already glossy in seconds, a flurry of emotions clear on Vincent’s face, though his smile says it all.

“Is it too much to say I’ve been waiting for you this whole time?”

Vincent would be practically wallowing in regret that he wasn’t able to be a part of his child’s life for the first few years, leading him to do any and everything that will cause his child to smile. In simpler terms, he’s basically wrapped around the little one’s finger.

He’s so adorable and happy that he’s blessed with your lovely child, and there’s an immediate smile on his face when he so much as thinks about the little blondie.

He literally makes the other residents question whether or not they want a child too.

Their bonding time is painting and, more often than not, it ends up with all three of you cramped in the shower, scrubbing furiously at the sticky paint on their skin.

“I’m sorry for having you do this all the time,” Vincent’s soft voice only makes you sigh in relaxation as he massages your shoulders from behind you, causing your fingers to halt in their journey of rubbing some blue paint off your child.

“It’ll take more than that if you wanna make it up to me,” you hum, leaning back into his chest and looking up into his bright eyes.

Your lips were just about to meet, when —

“Mam, I’m not clean yet!”

You groan, Vincent only laughing as you meet the crossed arms of your child pouting child.

“Don’t give your mammie too much of a hard time, okay?” He never forgets to take care of you above all, of course.

Theodorus van Gogh

When he first sees you after years with a child, his child, grasping your hand, Theo has to literally disappear to cool his head off because he’s angry.

Not at you, no, never, but at himself. That he wasn’t there for his child, for you, and god, even if he were, would he have been a good father?

“Hon — Schatje,” he starts, running his fingers through his already messy hair and staring at you with eyes that practically bleed insecurity, his voice breaking. “How am I supposed to take care of a child when I couldn’t even take care of you?”

After many reassuring words and gentle touches, Theo’s finally okay, holding up and scrutinising your child much like how he does a painting. He’s, well, awkward.

Theo is surprisingly very gentle with your child because he honestly doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.

He’s also very grounded and doesn’t fall for cute little tricks that much either, so out of the residents, he’d be one of the better fathers.

“Nee.” “Papje, pleaaase?” “No. Non. Nee.”

Your lover’s fixed refusal causes you to peek your head into a lovely picture. Theo was holding a chocolate bar high above his head, steely gaze fixed on your young child with his puppy dog eyes in full view.

“Je mama said no chocolate, right?” Your heart warms when you realise he remembered your scoldings, though you can’t help but to feel bad for your whining baby.

“Theo,” you say, both their heads turning towards you. “How about you give the little baby some chocolate and we all enjoy some pancakes, yeah?”

The way both their eyes shine almost identically is adorable.

Dazai Osamu

When you showed up again with the child in hand, one he knows is his, his first thought, first wish, is that for that tiny thing to not be his. Because no one knows how harsh this world is more than the man who wished to end it all, so much more than once.

But Dazai makes up his mind when he sees you and your — his child staring up at him with those eyes that look so much like your own. He makes up his mind, despite his own continuous suffering, that he’ll never let this child go through what he had to.

“Was I staring too much?” He smiles, slightly sad and, well, empty. “I suppose it’s because the little one looks far too much like you.” Bright. Too bright for me.

As a father, he’s surprisingly really good with children? He quite enjoys seeing your child smile more than anything, and one way he knows how to do so is by perching the little one on his shoulders, running around the mansion as his hands intertwine with small, tiny fingers.

You don’t know whether to yell at him and his close-eyed grin, or simply laugh at the resonating giggles of your child. Probably both as you chase the two down the halls.

Dazai often zones out whenever he’s playing with your child, a look you can only describe as pure bliss on those handsome features of his. As you stare up at him, confusion clear on your features, you ask, “Hey, Dazai, why do you.. Zone out so much? Whenever you’re with, you know,” you motion to the snoozing one in between the both of you.

“Why do I zone out, you ask?” He gives you a smile, a real one this time, and gently pokes at the little ones cheeks. “I think.. I’ve found a wonderful reason to live, is all.”

Isaac Newton

“That’s… mine??” “That?” “... It?” “It?” “The.. child?”

Isaac is very flustered, for lack of better terms. He can barely manage the children he and Napoleon go see intermittently, but his own child? Lord, help him.

He gets awfully flushed whenever he’s carrying his child around the mansion because even then, he isn’t spared by Arthur and Dazai’s teasing remarks — in fact, it only seems to have gotten worse.

Isaac is surprisingly good at getting your rascal child to sleep with his bedtime stories, which are usually all his unsaid rambles.

“And did daddy get that bruise on his forehead because he slipped while chasing Uncle Dazai and Uncle Arthur?”

Your child nods, bright eyes sparkling and toothy grin showing. “Daddy also said, ‘Get back here, you devilish imbeciles!’”

Your accusatory gaze turns towards Isaac, who averts his eyes, holding an ice pack to his bruising forehead.

“I-In my defense, they were—”

“One more time, Isaac, and I’m changing this baby’s legal godfathers to the two imbeciles you love so much.”

Gaping, his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He is now a grumbling mess when the two are around his child, but the lack of chasing them around with a stick in hand can be counted as an upgrade.

Jean d’Arc

When you walk through that door once more, nervously telling your lover that this child is his, you’re afraid of his reaction — after all, Jean is, despite his vampiric aging, barely an adult himself.

His jaw drops and he can’t stop staring at you nor the child with his inky locks, and you have to help him sit and calm down.

“Papa?” Your child asks, staring up at the still slightly panicked Jean as you hold your breath.

He stares for a moment, mouth wide, before finally, finally smiling, albeit a little awkward and rough around the edges. “Yes, little one?”

He’s extremely unaccustomed to this whole parent thing and can barely do anything without asking you first, so he feels bad quite often for having to lean on you so much.

Although he barely knows how to handle a sobbing child, nor can he entertain the child very well, you find that the both of them are quite content in each other’s presence as is.

Jean, well, looks ethereal as the sun shines through the windows in his room, a gentle smile gracing his face as he stares at his sleeping child.

He utters your name, causing you to look up, only to find him tracing circles around your child’s soft skin.

“Is this.. how it’s like to be happy?”

William Shakespeare

When Shakespeare wakes up to the news that you are, in fact, back at the mansion with a little surprise, he’s already there in no time.

He didn’t expect the little surprise to be a little child that’s practically an identical copy of him. But he’s always been more of a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy, so he immediately whisks you off to his manor, much to the exasperation of the residents who were surprisingly enjoying their time with the little Shakespeare lookalike.

Except he doesn’t really need to ask questions, because he’s already figured everything out through your soft, slightly nervous gaze, and your lovely little mannerisms.

“Alas, it seems the Heavens were kind enough to grant my wish,” he says as he stares at your child, only smiling to meet your confused gaze. “For I only wished you weren’t too lonely without my presence.”

William is always with his child, whatever the circumstances. Though he quite enjoys showing off his child, he’s also keen on spending his every waking second with the little tyke because he knows how it feels like to grow up lonely, and he wouldn't bestow that upon his own little one.

“Darling, it appears I has’t gotten myself into a slight predicament.”

If you could, you would have snapped a picture of your smiling lover practically itching to get up, yet unable to do so due to the sleeping child in his lap.

“And how did you get yourself into this predicament, my love?” You tease, your own smile on your face. He has a habit of reading his writings aloud, and it seems the little one fell asleep to William’s gentle voice.

“My works seem to be but a mere bedtime story to this little one,” he motions to the child, his smile softening. “I wonder why it does not dishearten me.”

Comte de Saint-Germain

“I was hoping you’d be back, ma chérie.” His perfunctory smile betrays the inner flurry of emotions inside him as he glances towards the child. “With a lovely little thing in hand.”

“Your lovely little thing,” you say gently, and the surprise outlining his normally composed face is something you’d forever save in your mind.

Comte is wrapped around the little one’s finger, his rotten spoiling being the effect of not being in your child’s life for a good while, and, of course, his indispensable regret for having you come back to him.

Many times have you asked Sebastian the whereabouts of your lover and your child, only for him to give you the look, responding that they were out yet again, and are probably not coming back without a few shopping bags in hand.

Then, to finally put a stop to it all, you decided to conduct a harmless experiment.

Placing a few coins on one side of his desk, a toy in the middle, and a beloved fruit on the side. After explaining to him that it’s to see what your child’s fate would be — picking between fortune, fun, and, well, snacks, you think — he simply leans back, interest shining in those eyes of his.

Unsurprisingly for you, your child pushes all these away in a second, opting to hug the wide-eyed man on the soft armchair behind the desk.

“And what.. does this mean, ma chérie?” He asks, honest-to-god confused as his hands slowly wrap around your child’s form.

You smile softly, “Isn’t it obvious, silly? The little rascal loves you more than anything.”

His eyes are suspiciously glossy before he laughs it off, preparing for yet another shopping spree — you regret everything.

Sebastian

He only gives you a knowing smile when you pass through the door with a young child gripping your hand.

“So.. this is the little one, is it?” He asks, tone soft as he walks towards you, wrapping a sturdy arm around your waist and meeting eyes with his child. “I’m a strict father, mind you.”

“Sebastian!” “I was joking. Slightly.”

Despite being a father, Sebastian is as strict and precise as ever around the mansion, rarely having to leave either his work or his family unattended due to his impeccable time management skills.

And if he struggles with both, well, he just has to merge them into one task, doesn’t he? Many are the times wherein the residents catch Sebastian working, his little runt on his tail or on his hip.

“They’re at it again, you know,” Mozart says in passing, only causing you to groan.

“Sebastian! How many times have I told you not in the kitchen?” You exclaim, walking into the kitchen to find your lover and your child tackling yet another chore together.

It seemed to be baking this time, if the flour on both of their faces says anything.

“Mama!” Your child exclaims with powdered hands as Sebastian says blankly, “We’re doing chores.”

You merely roll your eyes, sighing as you walk out the room. Your apology comes later when a sloppy cupcake makes its way into your view.

Your eyes move up to your proud looking child, hair obviously patted down in an attempt to look presentable while your lover sports a tiny grin on his own face.

“We made this for you, mom! Papa said he wanted to make you reaaaally happy.”

Sebastian’s head instantly snaps down, eyes narrowing, “Hey.”

You can only laugh at your two babies, taking a bite of the surprisingly good and sweeter than an average cupcake.

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Memories Part 1

Summary: Reader is stabbed by shapeshifter!Dean and on the way to the hospital, Dean tells her all his favorite memories of them to keep her awake.

TW/CW: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Reader gets stabbed.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hey, I hope you're doing good! I loved your dean one shots sooo so much. And I was wondering if I can pleaaase request a dean x reader flangst one shot where she's stabbed by shapeshifter!Dean and she nearly dies and on the way to the hospital dean tries to keep her awake by telling her about all the moments that made him fall in love with her. Feel free to make it as long as u want.”

Word Count: 1,339

A/N: Backstories are one of my favorite things to write so coming up with these memories was fun! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Requests are open and love to all!

Your POV

    From my position tied to a chair, I glare as the shifter wearing my boyfriend’s face paces back and forth. He pauses and looks over at me, causing me to pause my own work on my bindings. As soon as he resumes his pacing, I resume sawing at my ropes with a nail I pulled out of the chair. Any minute now, they’ll break and I’ll be able to get out of here.  

    He turns to me again, shit. I can’t work on the ropes while he’s watching or he’ll know what I’m doing. He stalks over to me and places a hand on either arm of the chair and leans down to look at me closely. I steady my breathing and do everything I can to show no signs of weakness, knowing that’s exactly what he wants.

    “You know, you’re one dumb bitch,” he spits, “You were a lot easier to catch than I thought you would be an now you’re not even smart enough to fear me.”

    I roll my eyes and have to remind myself for the umpteenth time that this isn’t Dean, “Didn’t you think that maybe I wanted to get caught?” I hear the muffled rumble of what I know is Baby’s engine but the shifter doesn’t acknowledge it. Good.

    His jaw clenches, “Why the hell would you want that?”

    I laugh as the door busts open and Sam and Dean rush in. However, my joy is short lived as the shifter drives his blade right through my stomach before being run through by one himself.

    I barely process what’s happening as Dean carries me to the car and Sam speeds off towards the hospital. The pain in my abdomen is making it hard to stay awake or to even breathe and my vision is getting blurry. Dean squeezes me gently, “Hey, baby, come on. Stay awake. You gotta stay awake.”

    My eyes begin to droop but he places his hand on my cheek and it draws me back and grounds me in the moment, which unfortunately makes my stomach hurt worse. I can see tears glistening in his eyes as he fights to keep them at bay, “Hey, remember that time at Harvelle’s when you dragged me out on the floor to dance to that song from that Swayze movie? I think that was the night I fell in love with you.”

    He’s quiet for a moment and seems to be thinking about something before he continues, “There was also that time that Sam went to help out another hunter on a case and you and I stayed behind to finish up a job and on our way to meet up with him, we had a killer jam session. We rocked out to everything from Led Zeppelin to Queen and even some Black Sabbath and Metallica. I think we went through every one of dad’s old cassette tapes that day.”

    He pauses again as he looks down at me to make sure I’m still awake. I am and I do my best to give him a smile and whisper, “Keep going.”

    “There was this one time that we were taking down a vamp’s nest and I remember looking over to make sure you were okay and you just looked so amazing. I remember thinkin’, ‘I’m gonna marry her one day.’ Then there was one night when I had The Mark but after Sammy cured me from being a demon. I was sitting at one of the tables in the library diggin’ through some lore and you came in and grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me to bed. When I tried to get back up you threatened to kick me in the balls if I didn’t get some sleep.”

    I attempt to laugh at the last memory but it hurts too much so I settle for a weak smile and he goes on about another memory, “Oh, there was this one case in like Missouri or something and we were asking a mom some questions but she kept getting distracted by her kid so you offered to watch him. He hid behind his mom at first but then took your hand and lead you over to show you his racecars. I was distracted watching you guys that Sammy had to ask all the questions. All that was running through my mind was what a great mom you would be.”

    By now I’ve realized that listening to his stories has kept me grounded and awake. As he glances down at my blood-soaked shirt and tells Sammy to hurry it up and fear floods his eyes again, I realize that the stories are keeping him calm and steady so I raise my hand and place it on his cheek to wipe a single tear that has finally dropped, “Tell me more.”

    He takes a deep breath, “Then, there’s one of my favorite memories of all. I don’t know why it’s my favorite; maybe it’s because I found it so adorable and funny. I went looking for you one day and couldn’t find you anywhere in the bunker so I decided to give it a shot in the dark and check the garage. I poked my head in and there you were, sitting on the floor with your legs crossed and your back resting against Baby. I watched you for a few seconds as you nodded your head along to the music that I could hear clearly through the headphones you were wearing. You were drawing and humming but then you stopped and pretended like you were showing Baby the drawing and asked her what she thought of it,” he chuckles, “You paused for a few seconds and then went, ‘yeah you’re right it is a little too light.’ I don’t know what the hell you were drawing that day but you sure found it amusing to talk to Baby about it.”

    Before he can ramble on about another memory, Sammy is putting the car in park and Dean is carefully climbing out of the car to carry me inside. I smile again as I remember all the things he told me about. It’s kind of adorable how the smaller, seemingly insignificant moments are the ones he treasures most. He lays me down on a stretcher that was brought out but before they wheel me away, I reach in my jacket pocket, and pull out a piece of paper that I carry with me everywhere. Somehow, it’s spotless, regardless, I hand it to Dean and simply say, “It was you.” With this, they’re rolling me away to surgery.

Dean’s POV

    I plop down into a waiting room chair as Sammy takes a seat beside me. I drop my head into my hands and let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding. For a few moments there, I thought that I would lose her but all my stories kept her awake and alert.

    Sammy places a hand on my shoulder, “What did she mean by, ‘It was you,’ and what’s the paper?”

    Remembering the paper in question still clutched in my hand, I lift my head and carefully unfold the worn-out piece of blank paper. I’m stunned to find a drawing of myself. “This must’ve been what she was drawing when she was sitting with Baby,” I say more to myself than to answer Sam’s question. I’m not usually a fan of taking pictures so she must’ve decided to improvise. I smile and make a mental note to take some photos with her as I fold the paper back up and tuck it into the chest pocket of my flannel.

    Someone is shaking me awake an hour or so later. Sammy laughs as I jolt awake, “She’s out of surgery. Doctor says you can go sit with her. She’s gonna be fine.” I take a deep breath and make my way to follow Sam to (Y/N)’s room and mentally thank whoever the hell might be listening for making sure my girl made it out of that alive.

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[multiplefandomsblog]

prompt; “Where did you put my book?”

warnings; fluff, a sprinkle of angst, unedited, no cussing, just pure fluff, himiko is mad but in a cute way.

wc; 1.2k+

note; yes, no one requested for this, yes i made another imagine no one asked for ;-; but i love himiko and she’s so underrated like— *violent sobbing*

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Himiko pouted as she made her way to your dorm, her last resort to finding her magic book. She swore she left it in her lab… or the dining hall… or the field- Point was, it wasn’t entirely her fault. Wait no, uh wrong point. The point was, she needed her spell-book for a spell she had been learning how to do. For someone who had been studying and practicing that spell for hours on end, it was quite unpredictable that the same person would so carelessly leave the book the spell contained, scattered somewhere

Her whiney voice, unfortunately, couldn’t be heard by you, as you were occupied with sleeping. “S/ooooo..! Where did you keep my book?” Himiko peaked her head into the door of your lab room door, her drowsy eyes darting around the room before landing on you who had been napping on the couch, her book trapped underneath your arm. Just watching you sleep made Himiko tired— if she wasn’t as tired enough as she was already. 

Oh, wait! Her book! Her lazy eyes widened in happiness as soon she spotted the familiar red cover of it. She felt her feet moving on her own, and with eager hands, she reached to grab the thick booklet. With a glad grin on her face, she pulled, fully expecting for it to slide out from underneath your arm- but no.

No, instead Himiko watched with despaired eyes as you pulled the book away from her, and turned around to lay on your side, bringing the book close to your chest. “N-no..!” Her small voice was laced with desperation as she reached for it again, this time leaning over your sleeping body and stretching her small arm down the crevice between the couch and your chest. “G-gimme that book, S/o!” She spoke as if you could hear her, in which, you really couldn’t. Truth was, you were having a dream at the moment, and it was reaaaaal cozy sleeping in a world where the killing game didn’t take place. 

You weren’t ready to wake up, but the persistent pushing and pulling of Himiko’s grabby hands, unfortunately, stirred you awake. “S/o! S/o, wake up!” Her muffled voice echoed throughout your head, and for a second, you mistook Himiko’s pushes against your body for a murder attempt. “Himiko, w-wait! D-don’t kill me!” You gripped the book closer to your chest instinctively, stiffening your body as if that would prevent her from hurting you. 

You were ultimately wrong, as it had seemed to make Himiko angrier. “Hey! If you don’t give me back my book, I might actually!” She vehemently grumbled, rolling your body over and jumping on your lap. Resting her bum on your middle, she tried yanking the book away from you again, this time with more force. Clenching her eyes shut, she pulled as hard as she could, “Hnnnnggg!!” You watched her in disarray, still a little out of it having just woken up. 

Tilting your head down, your eyes were met face first with the red leather cover of Himiko’s book, and realization struck. Without much thought, you let go, not wanting her to be upset any longer. It seemed you either didn’t think of the consequence of letting go when she had been tugging so strongly or perhaps, her tiny grip had been so weak you didn’t even notice she was pulling; it felt more holding if anything. 

So imagine your surprise when she went flying to the other side of the couch.

“H-Himiko!” You exclaimed over the groan the small girl emitted, watching as she tried moving back into a position where she could properly breathe and wasn’t folded in half like a fluffy Japanese omelet. “S/o… 

You made me use up all my mana!” You felt dread wash over you at her angry tone of voice, despite her voice being muffled from her… folded position, it was still scary to hear nonetheless. “S-sorry! I didn’t know you were pulling on the book that hard!” Himiko’s face dropped into a done-with-you expression as her irritation grew, “Are you... Are you serious..!?” She huffed and wrapped her arms around the book defensively, squeezing her anger out on the poor object.

The magician mage seemed to take a grand offence to your claim, feeling her angry magic rise and grow inside her tiny body. Your face drained of colour when you realized what she was about to do, hand reaching out to stop her before she could. Her face was red in anger and embarrassment, she had pulled remarkably hard and you didn’t even seem to bat an eye. Not only that, she was extremely tired after pulling so hard, and for what reason? She felt a little bad for being so weak compared to you, but, well, obviously you couldn’t compare to her magic.

She frowned at you, arms crossing and chin jutting out to the side out of a refusal to your reaching hand. “And to think I was gunna show you some of my magic… Nyehh, well I guess since I drained all my energy, I might as well give up on it.” She shot her head up to glare at you. 

Your ears perked up as you heard the mention of her magic, “You were?” you spoke in a quiet, almost sad tone. Damn. Now you felt guilty and bummed you missed out on her magic tricks. You’ve always wanted to see her skills up close, I mean, she’s the ultimate magician; who wouldn’t be at least a little curious to see what she could do upfront? 

Himiko glared at you, gaze faltering as she noticed the pout forming on your face. “C-come on, that’s not fair..” She murmured, eyes widening as you sat up and advanced to her crisscrossed sitting position. “Come on, pleaaase?” You crawled over to her, flipping around to rest your head on her lap.

You were still tired, and her lap made you feel like you were about to pass out in less than second, but with determination, you forced yourself awake so you could see her magic trick; that you were going to beg her to perform for you.

“Y-you’re gonna flatten me!” Himiko whined, shoving your purring head with everything she had— which really wasn’t much.

“I’ll get off when you show the trick~” You grinned akin to a sinister cat.

She grunted, “How would I show the trick to you when you’re not even sitting up properly? And plus, I’m too tired.” She groaned lightheartedly, finding it harder and harder to stay mad at you as you practically nuzzled into her lap.

“The great sorcerer wouldn’t be too tired for her partner, right?” She felt her ego getting stroked at the title, face flushing as she found that she really enjoyed it to her chagrin.

Even so, she wouldn’t surrender that easily! She was the great and strong mage after all. “Y-yeah, well, maybe if her partner didn’t throw me to the other side of the couch, we wouldn’t have to discuss this.” She still had some dignity left; she wouldn’t be swayed that easily. You felt yourself dozing off again, “I said sorry..!”

Yawning, you murmured as you got comfortable on the small girl’s lap, causing a small panic to rise in Himiko as she was afraid you were going to stay in her lap the whole time whilst you slept. “H-hey! Don’t go back to sleep, I’ll do the trick! Just get offffff!” It seemed it was too late, you had already fallen asleep, leaving Himiko to groan in her own misery.

[obeymeshallwedate-latinplayer]

No spankys. No sexually compatible. Brothers.

Ladies and gentelmans. Welcome!! 

Neutral MC. 

Lucifer. 

He is the best lovers of them all, literally, he adores you, your hair, your eyes, everything about you.  For him, that has existed as long as the time that basically  the years started to be just numbers, YOU were the sun in his world. 

Until sex came into the table. You did not had sex in your first year as an exchange student in the Devil Dom, hell no, as a Latin American MC, you knew the dangers of having sex, you just needed to remmember your neighbour, and how she had a baby when she was 15 years old. 

When he discovered that, and how your country didn´t care about your sexual education, he let the topic go. Until you were ready to give your virginity or experience. 

The first time you thought “Me estas jodiendo” just like that. Lucifer was a sadist at bed, you know spanking some BDSM and bondage. Plus his size didn´t help that much. And your first time wasn´t as magical as you expected. 

You needed to talk with him, of course you adore him, he was the sun for you, but your sexual life was as important as your romantic life. 

By the time he understandood the situation he decided that he can try vanilla sex, even thought, he reaaallly wanted to be in control he knew, he could not force you.  

Mammon. 

NO KINKS PLS. You told him before you know the act.Mammon may or may not be the one you usually know at sex, his kinda a botton for you, and you only. Even thought he did not wanted you to know that. 

Like Lucifer he will totally understand about your feelings, even if he is greedy and his kink is to make you “Love marks”. Sometimes he forgets about your “No, no.” in bed, and he will try to make you happy, and try that you don´t find about his split last night. 

I actually think, that Mammon will have the normal sex from all the 7 brothers. 

He cares about you so much, how you make him the very one, above all the devils in Devil Dom, and the humans, and even the angels. Can you marry him already? 

Even if he wants to have intense sex with you he will make everything in his power to make you feel like the most beautiful creature. 

Vanilla sex is OKEY with this baby!!!

Leviathan. 

He feels like bad when he brought the topic of cosplay sex. After he saw your face, he understood, that was not your type of kinks, not even the spankys or rolle play. You were not confortable with that. Not even when you had your own needs, and felt horny. You even decided to consolate yourself, than make cosplay or role plays. 

As soon as both of you started your sexual life together it was a BIG path that both of you decided to carry on together. You were not into kinks, you prefer some nice and calm sex with your demon. 

Of course you both tried the cosplay but it didn´t felt right, you didn´t had an orgasm, you felt unconfortable, like a big toy, and even if that day was so special for Levi, you needed to talk with him. 

At first his heart was broken, and he tried to hide in his room for ever, but you didn´t let him do that, if this relationship is gonna keep going you need to put boundaries. 

After a few conversations with him, both of you started to enjoy sex, there were no pressure. 

You still make cosplay ONLY for conventions, most of the times you made a couple cosplay, but only for fun, cosplay and roleplay at sex was out of the table. 

Satan. 

He is a gentelman. Like Mammon he is nice a real gentelman, he is sweet and he cares so much about you, that makes yourself wonder. How someone like him has existed? Is he real? 

But be ware, the time the anger infest him and eats him alive you must run, he will make sure to enjoy the sex together, even if you start crying, and you can´t move at all. 

Fear must be heard, and your voice broken, and your tears in those eyes of yours made his heart cry, both of you needed to talk about this  he might be the avatar of wrath, but you ain´t gonna take it. None messed up with you, not even your boyfriend, not even that gentelman, that wanted to try sex outside, and spanks. 

So both of you talked, you ain´t a princess, I must say a warrior, and when both of you started to talk about those things you did not like about your sexual life with him, he inmediatly understans, he went to far. He have never been an angel like the others, but that must not be an excuse. 

As soon as both of you understands what is allow and what is not, your sexual life with Satan became as healthy as it could be. Some times he will forget about your conssentment, so you better STOP him before it goes too far. 

After all, what really matters is that both of you feels special during the act. 

Asmodeus. 

Just normal sex, pls. He will try to make you do any type of kinks.

When you two started the relationship, you knew, he is the horny one, but still his personality made you fall, and hard. But you needed to make him understand, he is yours only yours, so no more orgys, no more multiple sex relationships. There were just you and him. He is not a single demon anymore. 

When the topic of sex enter the table, both of you decided to talk about it before the action. Contrary of all the ideas of Asmodeus being the king of kinks, he will make sure that you feel loved and have more security over your sexual life. 

He adores you so much, that you can compite with the love he has for himself, and What is the thing that Asmo would never do to himself? Not feeling loved. He already spent ages trying to make everyone else love him.

But you oh darling, if he needs to be “Pure” he will, he wants you to feel confortable, special, and he would never try to make you do what you don´t want. 

Please talk with him, and if it´s necessary use the pact. 

Beelzebu. 

He is not into kinks that much, I think that the problem with Beel is that he likes to eat so it will be sex all day. 

Someone pleaaase bring a stretcher for MC, I think their hips are broken! Sex with Beel can go three ways. 

First, he is the kindest, the sweetest, the one that will give you so much love, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE QUEEEEEN!

Second, he will breake you, and if you don´t like that, it´s better to stop him before the tragedy, be aware that he will bring up his puppy eyes, you must be strong. And say “No” He will understand. And will cuddle and kiss you a lot. 

Third, he will bring his only Kink, “Food”   maybe caramel around your body, or honey, or what ever he wants to eat, as he eats you. Even if you talked with him once, please make sure that you tell him again, sometimes he will forget about it, but he will care your feelings, no matter what.

Talk with him constantly so both of you can actually enjoy yourselfs!

Belphegor. 

He will bring into the table the masturbation, sometimes he is to lazy to carry on with his needs, or even yours. But that does not make you feel ok with, you don´t like someone else watching you while masturbating. Teasing doesn´t feel okey. 

He will want you to take the lead in almost the whole situation, but you don´t want just to move and then sleep again. 

You must bring the topic if you feel insecure or not loved, he will make everything in his power to make you happy, to make you feel loved, ´cse that´s what you deserve, no more, no less. 

Talking with him about your sexual life, might get a little naughty at first, both of you need to find the way to make this work. 

As always you can relay in him, he is your boyfriend, and it´s gonna be okey!

After few talks, you actually enjoyed a vanilla sex! 

Let´s lear some new vocabulary!

“Me estas jodiendo”  - You are fucking kidding me. 

Note.

Ladies and Gentelman, remmember, if you don´t feel okey with your sexual pair, let them know, your voice is special, and it needs to be heard, remmember ALWAYS have verbal consent, it does not matter if you are a man or a woman, let´s break together the tabu of sex. YOU ALL have the right of feeling great, and enjoy your sexuality! Be careful with ESTD, and if you are not sure about, research and talk with your partner. 

LOVE U ALL.  

[genrefluid]

Chill ((Kore x Trollex Fic))

Words: 1105

Fandom: Trolls (World Tour)

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Kore woke up with a tired groan, wincing as their head pounded violently the moment they sat up, gripping the soft fabric of their comforter and their teeth clenched in mild pain. Throwing their comforter off to the side, the drowsy folk troll let out a tired, stressed yawn, stretching and cracking their joints so they can release some already placed in stress. And with a small , distasteful 'ugh', they lifted themselves off the cool comfort of their bed, and into the hot and damp air, their wings giving off a flicker as if they detest it.

 As they sluggishly walked out of their room, a blinding light welcomed their poor, unadjusted eyes, causing them to groan out in discomfort. It would appear that the blinds were left open the night before. A deep growl rumbled against the folk trolls' chest, prompting them to head towards the quiet corner of the pantry, where for some reason, a tea kettle had already been filled and still hot. Kore looks on with a blank expression, an eyebrow inching upward curiously as they stare dumbfounded. 

But in only a minute, the folk troll just let out a shrug, opting to make themselves a cup of tea while they're at it. Slumping down on one of their couches, Kore lets out a relief  sigh as they take a sip of their lavender flavor tea, taking in the sweet aroma and warm taste.

 "Oh, why hello sunshine-" The folk troll let out a startled yelp, some droplets of their tea escaping the hold of the mug, spilling onto the carpet floor, leaving behind a stained purplish color that contracted with the yellow hued carpet. 

Kore darted to the direction towards the other side of the couch; Sitting there with a started expression was Trollex, who had his signature set of aquatic headphones on (one of which were placed above their ear), with a laptop sitting, quite hazardly, on the cushions of the couch, as Kore's pet moth rested comfortably in his lap. 

The folk troll composed themselves, letting out a soft, relief sigh as they placed their mug down on the coffee table, and resting their head in their palms. It seemed that they forgot that the techno king stayed over for the night to work on a new song in peace. 

How they feel so fucking dumb 

"Babe, I'm-"  

"No, no, it's not you. ugh I feel so out of it, and it's only morning.." 

 The mertroll gave them a nervous smile, fiddling with his fingers for a brief moment as the folk troll stared at him curiously. 

"Actually..It's four in the evening..You kind of almost slept through the whole day." At this notion, Kore blinked a couple of times before letting out a long, distressed groan as they covered their head with a couch pillow. 

 "I CAN'T BELIEVE I wasted half my time sleeping!!!"

 "Welllll, you definitely needed it, I guess?" Trollex drawled, rubbing the back of his head. Kore uncovered their head in rapid speed, narrowing their eyes at the techno troll. 

 "What do you mean needed??? Lexi, I could've had a productive day! I could've painted, I could've went shopping, I could've.." Kore paused as they tried to think of something else, earning a flat, inched unibrow expression from Trollex. "..Well, I've could've done something!" 

"Kore, honey,one of the lights of my life, in case you haven't noticed, you been working non-stop at work AND on your paintings, heck, I've caught you falling asleep in your painting office FOUR times this week!" The king let out a sigh, trying to think of something else. "Sometimes you just need to take a break, and maybe you need to sleep to your heart content, even IF it might mess up your sleeping schedule a bit.."

 Kore solemnly looked down, rubbing their arms as the heaviness in their eyes raised.

 “I guess, you have a point. But I just feel so..empty if I don't do anything that has something to do with productivity.." The folk troll sighed out, closing their eyes. That's when they felt finger tips grazing their cheek, cupping it as a finger nodge their head upward. The folk trolls' eyes sparkled as they opened their eyes to meet the techno kings' soft gaze, with a smile so warm that it made their heart flutter.

 "Love, you work so hard and, believe it or not, a lot of trolls both admire and worry about you for it. So trust me when I say 'Hey, you deserve this break, so take it easy and chill out , with me if you like, for the rest of the day'!" Kore raised an eyebrow at the techno troll, who gleaned at them with a wide smile. 

 “Is that your way of saying ‘I would like to cuddle with you’ Mr.Trollexander??” they chuckled, his eyes narrowing down at them in a flirtatious fashion, his unibrow doing a little wiggle that the folk troll both enjoyed and despised.

 “Maybe..~ But still, I think you should relax for the rest of the day.” The folk troll hummed out in thought, subconsciously reaching for their mug of tea.

 “Maybe..~” 

 “Pleaaase??? <: (“ The techno troll whined, his eyes shifting into puppy-dog mode, and clasping his hands together. 

 The folk troll furrowed their eyebrows in amusement as they played a small game of ‘hard to get’, taking a long sip of their tea, watching the techno troll grow impatient the longer they didn’t answer.

 “How far are you on your latest song?” The techno troll perked up, proudly puffing out his chest as he picked his clam-shaped laptop up.

“It’s almost done. I just need someone to give it a listen..”

“You want me to give it a listen??” Kore asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “Well, if you insist..” Trollex gave the folk troll a wink, causing them to raise their eyebrow higher. “Okay, yes, but no feedback! I just want you to listen, that’s all!” 

The folk troll sighed and nodded their head, letting out a giggle as Trollex swiftly handed over his headphones.

 “So, what’s the song about?” 

 The mertroll hummed. “I’m not quite sure yet, it’s still in it’s lyricless phase, that’s what I meant by ‘almost’.”

The folk troll let out a small ‘ah’, nodding in understanding. Then, as the techno troll played the wordless song, the sounds of soft beats and smooth synthesizer sounds brought music to their ears. It had a serene feeling to it, a calm but joyful melody joining together to make a fusion of art. 

Clearly this would be another one of Trollexs’ many masterpieces... 

[adolanables]

Bleed (G.D.) Part 2

Masterlist

Based off the song CHAMPION by ELINA

“Do you get high when I hit my lows? I hope you feel like you’re a champion when you break my heart once and for all.”

“Hey Roxie!” Madison pulled her friend into a hug with a big smile on her face, the bright lights of the set nearly blinding Roxie. 

“Hey babe, how are you?” Roxie smiled at the girl who was currently sitting in a makeup chair getting her hair done for her newest music video. Madison Beer and Roxie Castro had been friends for nearly as long as Roxie and Grayson. Every photoshoot, video shoot, you name it, Roxie had done Madison’s make up. Today was no different. She had almost cancelled considering everything that had happened yesterday, but she needed the money and she owed Madison. She had ran out of the house before Grayson had even woken up, ensuring she wouldn’t accidentally run into him. 

“Exhausted, but ready to shoot.” Smiling and taking a sip of her coffee, Madison watched as Roxie started taking out her supplies. “How’s life at the Dolan residence?” Madison knew how close Grayson and Roxie were, but no one truly knew the extent of their relationship besides Ethan. Everyone always speculated that there was no way two insanely hot people could be that close and never do anything. They always denied the accusations, not wanting the rumors to spread and weasel their way into their private friendship. 

“Same old, same old.” Shrugging and dipping a brush into a clear primer, Roxie began to go to work on Madison’s look. “Ethan’s got a girlfriend - Maria - she’s just great.” 

“And Grayson?” Raising an eyebrow, Madison peered up through her lashes at her friend. “Word around town is he’s finally becoming that fuck boy everyone thought he already was.”

“Oh?” As she began the foundation, Roxie cleared her throat. “Yeah - um - he does seem to be taking advantage of that a lot more lately.” 

“Weird shift.” Madison shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh, deciding to drop the subject. “Anyways, a big group of us are going out tonight - a lot of people with fakes so you’d be fine if you wanted. Pleaaase come.” She stuck her lower lip out in a pout that made Roxie chuckle and just nod her head; what could it hurt?

When Roxie got home, she was relieved to see Grayson’s car missing from the driveway. As she walked through the silent house, she realized she was here completely alone. Taking advantage of the silence, she made herself a salad and ate it quietly out on the back patio with her feet in the pool. As much as she loved living here - well, before all the shit with Grayson - it was usually pretty loud. The twins were always yelling about something and if they weren’t, the music was blaring - a moment of peace and quiet was rare. 

As the twins walked into the house with acai bowls in hand, Ethan smacked a stiff arm across Grayson’s chest. He could tell he was about to walk outside and try to talk to Roxie as if nothing had happened. “Give her one day… please?” Ethan felt like he was the literal physical barrier between the two and he sometimes wondered what would happen if he just stopped trying to intervene. He thought they’d surely have killed each other by now. 

“Fine.” Grayson huffed, rolling his eyes and wandering off to his bedroom - not hesitating to slam the door shut. Ethan rolled his eyes as Roxie’s head whipped around at the loud sound, a small smile appearing on her lips as he waved at her. Ethan couldn’t read Roxie the way Grayson could, but knowing someone for five years gives you some pretty good insight. 

“What’s up, E?” Her smile was wide as her friend sat down next to her and shoved a big bite of food into his mouth. 

“Fucking starving.” Mumbling, but nudging her in the side with his elbow, he continued. “What’re you up to today?”

“Think I’m gonna go out with Madison tonight.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and set the empty salad bowl down next to her. “What about you?”

“Maria invited me over for some surprise.” Letting out an awkward laugh at how that sounded he clarified. “Think she’s making me dinner… are you gonna be okay alone here tonight?”

“Yeah, for sure.” Pushing herself up off the ground and shooting Ethan that signature smile she turned on her heel to head back inside. “Worst case scenario I’ll just stay at Madison’s.”

As the door shut softly, Ethan blew out a puff of air. He always felt like he had to be the middle-man between Roxie and Grayson. Their fights were so bad sometimes he had to barge into whoever’s room they were in and pull them apart. It was so unhealthy, but if you ever tried to tell either of them that, they’d look at you like you had three heads. He really wondered if all of their fighting and confusion would just be solved if they both gave in and actually dated each other. They were both so hard-headed he wasn’t sure it would ever happen, but he knew things were getting worse. The way Grayson was acting made him worry for Roxie. 

Roxie didn’t go out all that often and she got drunk even less. She wasn’t as weary of alcohol as the twins were, but she didn’t like to do much of anything that meant Grayson couldn’t come with her. When she did drink, it was usually when she was emotional and it always ended badly. Always. Ethan couldn’t remember a time when she had gone out for drinks and just peacefully gone home to sleep. He was kind of grateful he’d be gone tonight, but he hoped the night wouldn’t be too eventful that he wished he would have been there.

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With one last swipe of her lip gloss, Roxie grabbed her red clutch - glanced at herself one last time in the mirror and headed off. It was nearing 9PM and Madison was outside the Dolan house in an Uber waiting for Roxie. They were going to a pregame before they headed to the bars. As Roxie’s heels clicked through the hardwood of the house, Grayson’s attention was drawn from the protein shake he was about to make. 

“Where ya headed?” He popped his head out of the kitchen just in time to catch the back of his best friend’s head that had been straightened to perfection. She had on a pair of ripped light jeans that showed her fishnet tights and see-through black bodysuit. The way she whipped her head around to shoot daggers into him made his dick tingle - god, she looked good. Something about the anger turned him on to no end. 

“Out.” One word was all she gave him, quickly ripping the door open and slamming it behind her. Grayson rolled his eyes and just sighed; she was mad at him and absolutely smoking - great. 

“Oh man.” Madison’s smile got wider as Roxie slid into the leather seat next to her. “You look good, babe.”

-

Grayson couldn’t get Roxie out of his head that night. She looked so fucking good and it wasn’t for him and he was pissed. The girl he had invited over had bailed for the night and he didn’t feel like trying to set up new plans. Ethan was gone so Grayson wasn’t sure what to do with the rest of his evening. Roxie rarely went out without him and he knew the only reason she did tonight was because she was pissed at him. 

“Hey, E-” Grayson spoke quickly into his phone, the uncertainty of where Roxie was overwhelming him. Before Ethan could respond, Grayson was sputtering again. “Any chance you know where Rox was going out?”

“Nope, sorry bro.” He had only answered the phone in fear something bad had already happened with Roxie and Grayson; the last thing he was going to do was tell Grayson where she could be. 

The phone call ended quickly after that, Grayson letting out a frustrated sigh as he tossed his phone onto the couch. Surely Roxie would come home sometime around 1AM absolutely hammered and start some sort of argument with Grayson. They’d yell at each other for a bit and maybe Grayson would get laid. That’s how it always played out at least - he figured he would just watch Netflix until she stumbled through the door in a few hours.

Meanwhile, across town at a vlog squad pregame, Roxie was six shots and two hits deep. Her eyes were slightly hooded making her already lusty face look even more seductive. It was no secret that Roxie was a hot commodity in Los Angeles. She was beautiful, friendly, and oh so funny. On top of that, she was essentially completely unattainable. Everyone knew how close she was with the Dolan twins and even though they denied being more than friends, no one ever wanted to step on Grayson’s toes. 

The news of Grayson’s shenanigans over the past month had spread like wildfire and all of a sudden, any unspoken restriction on Roxie was null and void. If Grayson was sleeping around, there was no reason she couldn’t make decisions like that for herself too. Jeff Wittek’s left arm was slung around Roxie’s waist as she took another gulp of her vodka lemonade. She’d always thought Jeff was hot - probably because he and Grayson shared similar features. To add the cherry on top, he was the definition of bad news - Roxie’s ideal choice for a man to give attention to. 

“You want another hit?” Jeff nudged her, taking a puff of the joint between his fingers. She nodded softly, taking it from him and taking a slow drag - her eyes fluttering shut as she let the high continue to wash over her. She didn’t even notice the bright flash of a camera on the side of her face as she handed the blunt back to Jeff and gave him a small smile. 

-

Back on the couch, Grayson was thumbing through snapchat stories mindlessly - his heart dropped when that familiar face popped up on his screen. It was always interesting to see what influencer’s posted on their private accounts, but Grayson really did not expect to see Roxie taking a hit with Jeff from the vlog squad practically feeling her up. He let out a loud yell, throwing his phone across the room in anger as he ran a hand through the hair that had fallen down onto his forehead. The only thought running through his head at the moment: what an absolute bitch. 

Grayson felt absolutely betrayed. He had done so much for Roxie - even going as far to offer her part of his home. He’d left girls for her - never admitting that was the real reason but they both knew the truth. He wanted to explore his options and see how good it felt to succumb to the countless women throwing themselves at him. Shit, it felt good - endless women each night practically crying about how hot he was. Some days it felt like he could never get enough of it, every dream he had of marrying young and having kids had flown out of his head in the last few weeks. He wanted this type of praise for the rest of his life. If Roxie couldn’t handle that and stay by his side like she had for years, he wasn’t sure if there was a place for her in his life anymore.

-

“Hey, are you okay?” Madison’s hand gripping Roxie’s wrist was the only thing she could focus on - the rest of the building spinning around her rapidly. She wasn’t sure how much she’d had to drink since they’d gotten to the bar. They were in a VIP booth with bottle service and she was taking full advantage of all of the attention she was getting. Jeff was fully on track to bed Roxie that night, until a guy slid a hand over her ass and Jeff threw a punch. It didn’t take long for him to get tossed out and for Roxie to throw back even more drinks. 

“Mhm!” She threw a smile up at her friend; definitely a fake one, but it was enough to convince a drunk Madison she was genuinely fine. 

As Roxie twirled around in a circle, looking at all these people she really didn’t know, she felt her heart tighten - she just wanted Grayson. Gripping her clutch tightly, she stumbled out of the section and shoved through crowds of people, slapping hands away that tugged on her body. When the cool air of the night hit her face, she realized she had no idea where she was going. Without much thought, she dug her phone out of her bag and pressed the first person in her phone. 

“If you’re asking me to pick you up, you can hang up now.” His voice was gruff and irritated, on the other side, he was gripping his phone tightly- surprised it wasn’t about to break. It felt like he was punching himself in the stomach as he heard her shakily sigh on the other end - he was pissed at her. Grayson went through so many phases of anger with Roxie. One second he was ready to never speak to her again, the next he was wanting to wrap her up in a ball and hold her tightly to him. The rollercoaster of emotions between them was never ending. 

“Gray, please…” She whined, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers as she swayed back and forth on the sidewalk. 

“Fuck - fine.” He yelled, hanging up abruptly and making Roxie jump. Grayson was always so loud and explosive, sometimes he scared her - if she was being honest. No, he’d never hit her and he’d never honestly hurt her, but he could very badly if he wanted to. She always wondered how far they could push each other before he snapped. 

Grayson drove like a mad-man to the pin Roxie had sent him with her location. He was absolutely fuming, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. The audacity of this girl to call him for a ride after she’d been all over fucking Jeff. He couldn’t believe it. As he pulled up to the club, his stomach dropped seeing Roxie leaning up against the side of the building with her arms folded, her head staring down at the ground. God, sometimes she was so oblivious - anyone could drive by and snatch her right now and she’d have no warning. 

“Roxie.” He rolled the window down, his face softening as she whipped her head up to smile widely at him, running over to the car and quickly getting inside. It’s not like she had forgotten that they were pissed at each other, but it was hard to feel two things at once when she was this drunk. Right now she was just excited he was giving her a ride home. She smelled like alcohol and weed, but the vanilla of her perfume was still out shadowing the rest. “Why didn’t you get a ride from Jeff?”

“What?” She snapped at him as she buckled her seatbelt. How the hell did he even know she was with Jeff?

“Madison posted him all up on you on her snap.” He seethed, shoving his phone into her face to watch the video for herself. Roxie scoffed as she watched the overall harmless video that of course Grayson would get mad about. It was like she was his to control and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. 

“So you can literally fuck a different girl each night, but I can’t side hug someone?” Her words were slurred as she yelled, arms folded across her lap as she tossed his phone into the console. “Bullshit.”

“Do you want to fuck someone new every night?” Clenching his jaw and pressing down the gas pedal slightly, his voice was low and raspy. He knew she was going to say no, but part of him wanted her to say yes so he could yell at her - so he could justify what he was doing. He knew she would never do that to him, but if she did, maybe he wouldn’t feel so wrong for doing it to her. 

“No.” Roxie shook her head and rested it against the cool glass window, her lower lip sticking out just slightly. 

Grayson didn’t speak the rest of the drive home, stealing quick glances over at Roxie who was mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Somehow, she looked even better than she did before she left that evening - her makeup was worn off slightly and her rosy cheeks and nose made him smile to himself. When they finally got home, she was having a hard time getting into the house without falling - Grayson jogged over to her and gripped her by the elbow, tugging her inside. 

“Don’t touch me.” She snapped, huffing as he finally got her to her room and pushed her down onto the bed. Grayson was about to respond, but he didn’t - turning on his heel to leave her alone for the night. Roxie wasn’t having it, she just couldn’t. Something about alcohol and Grayson made her blood boil and she wasn’t capable of just dropping it. “When did you become such a piece of shit, hm?”

“Roxie.” Grayson warned, turning around slowly with his arms folded across his chest. He watched with a raised eyebrow as she kicked her stilettos off and started shimmying her tight pants down her legs.

“No - fuck you.” Huffing in frustration as she finally got the pants off, sitting on the edge of her bed in a pair of fishnet stockings and a thong bodysuit. “This -” She pointed up and down at her gorgeous body with raised eyebrows. “Is laid out in the room next to yours every fucking night and you’re choosing to stick your dick in something else - seriously?”

“Don’t start.” He warned her again, eyes raking over her as she stood up, her hands on her hips with dark hair cascading down her side. There wasn’t an ounce of a lie in what she said. Grayson had never seen someone hotter than Roxie in his entire life and he knew he never would. 

“I know no one is fucking you like me.” Her voice was soft as she traced a finger down the white t-shirt on his chest. “I know none of these boring bitches dig into you like I do.” Cocking her head to the side as Grayson’s eyes darkened and he gulped. “What the fuck is your problem, hm? Confidence shot? Worried your dick isn’t good? What is it?”

“Don’t speak to me like that.” He seethed, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her fingers scratch up under his shirt across his tight abs. God - she was infuriating. 

“Little Dolan scared his little dick can’t do the job anymo-”

Her words were cut short as Grayson gripped her smaller body and threw her back against the bed, a loud yelp leaving her lips as her body slammed onto the mattress. Grayson had shoved her against walls, maybe even choked her a little too hard at times, but he’d never thrown her like this - so hard her neck whipped back so fast she was sure she had whiplash. Grayson felt his stomach drop as he watched her body smack onto the bed like a rag doll. He hadn’t meant to throw her so hard - truly he hadn’t. He wanted to toss her onto the bed so he could crawl onto her, maybe intimidate her a bit so he could have the upper hand. As her hand came up to clutch her neck, she let out a soft whimper. 

“Rox - hey…” He muttered, rushing to the side of the bed to crouch down so he could see her face without her having to sit up. Her eyes were glossy and she looked at him like he was a complete stranger. “I didn’t mea-”

“Get the fuck away from me you sick fuck!” Her voice was loud and cracking as she screamed at him. Face crumpling up in pain as she held her neck tightly. 

Grayson’s eyes widened as he watched tears run down her face. Roxie didn’t cry very much - it was pretty limited to dying dog scenes in movies and the occasional sob story. When it came to Grayson, Roxie held her tears back to release in private - even when she was completely intoxicated. As he watched her sob in front of him, he felt completely helpless. His only defense was to pretend she was crying just to make him feel bad - he knew she wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge his mistakes at this point. He was in too deep. 

“Fucking bitch.” He scoffed, pushing himself up off the floor and glancing down at her one more time. She was staring up at him with squinted eyes and black streaks down her face. “I hope you realize how bad you fucked up when you’re not sloppy in the morning.”

Roxie let out a choked sob as Grayson slammed her door shut, the mug full of pencils on her desk slamming to the ground and shattering into pieces. She knew she was drunk, but she wasn’t going to forget what he just did to her.

[scribblesonpebbles]

Sastiel omegaverse please!

Hi, thank you for this request! You hadn’t specified who you wanted as the alpha or omega, so I ended up going with my personal preference of Omega!Cas/Omega!Sam since I think they would make a very cute omega pair! I’m sorry if you wanted differently, but I’m sure that I’ll get around to writing Alpha!Cas and Alpha!Sam someday anyways. In this fic, human omegas don’t nest but omega angels do.

There is a bit of build up and eventually smut in this post so please be cautious!!! ~1500 words, you can read below or read it on ao3.

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“Hey Cas, are you in there? The light’s on.” The angel heard his boyfriend outside of his room knocking at the door. Well, technically his old room. He moved into Sam’s ever since they started a relationship together.

“Yes,” Castiel said and began to panic a little. This was not the best time for Sam to come in. “I thought you had fallen asleep.” Everyday, Castiel would stay by his omega partner until the other man closed his eyes to slumber.

Sam opened the door. “I had, but I woke up shortly after. You weren’t there in my room so I went looking for you and I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, but it’s just,” Sam took a breath, his cheeks pinkish, “I like it when you’re with me.”

Hearing that, the angel felt a warmth well up inside him. He wanted to embrace his lover and promise he’d never leave him again. Before he could express his sentiments, he saw the confused furrow in Sam’s eyebrows, his partner’s eyes directed at the blankets, pillows and clothes piled on the mattress behind him.

“What are you doing, anyways?” Sam asked, “Why do I see my jacket in there?” He took slow steps forward to examine the disarrayed heap.

“That is my nest,” Castiel supposed he couldn’t get out of this one, letting out a sigh.

“Your what, now?” His boyfriend was more puzzled than ever.

“My nest,” he repeated. “Omega angels, we perform a physical activity called ‘nesting’ from time to time. It is when we surround ourselves with soft materials and things that smell good to us,” explained Castiel, who noticed how Sam’s eyes were focused on him, absorbing the information. “It’s a bit similar to how you humans ‘sleep’. When we nest, we relax ourselves and replenish our grace. Besides that, we also build nests for our heats.”

“Wow,” Sam’s voice had a tinge of awe, “That’s fascinating, I never saw anything like that in the angel lore I’ve read.” The hunter was vibrating with excitement about the new information, but then frowned. “Cas, you never nested when you spent your heats with me.”

The angel averted his eyes, “I didn’t nest with you because,” he paused to take a shaky breath, “I was worried of what you’d think. Angels don’t sleep, don’t eat... I know how that unsettles humans. This too would be viewed as a strange angel tradition,” his voice trailed off to a whisper, “A-and I didn’t want to scare you off.” Castiel felt his lover’s big warm hands cup his cheeks and guided his head so that he met Sam’s eyes. His beautiful multicolored eyes of hazel, green, seemingly all colors, gazed deep into his, full of compassion and tenderness.

“Cas,” Sam murmured, one thumb stroked back and forth on his cheek. “No matter what, I will always accept you. I love you for who you are. I need you to know that, okay?”

It felt like a weight was lifted off Castiel’s shoulders. He dipped his head in a nod, “Yes. Yes, of course. I love you too, Sam. For who you are.” Castiel remembered being apprehensive when he had first heard about the boy with demon blood. That all changed when he had met Sam and his heart of pure gold.

His partner smiled. “Besides, you can smite people with the touch of your palm. You think I’d turn away now?” He raised an eyebrow.

A chuckle escaped Castiel’s lips. For a few minutes it was just silence and light caresses of reassurance. Eventually, the angel spoke, “Thank you for this. I will strive to inform you about these subjects better.”

Sam nodded, “You can always talk to me.” He placed a peck of his lips on the top of his fluffy head. “Do you want to nest now? I want to experience it with you, but if you want some space I can leave—”

“No,” the angel quickly shook his head. “Stay.” Grasping Sam’s hands, he lowered himself into his nest and brought Sam with him, the two rolled until they faced each other with their limbs intertwining. Castiel’s head tucked into Sam’s chest so he could inhale his potent, sweet omega scent. He hummed as he felt his grace start to spark.

A gasp came from Sam, “Cas, is that your grace? I can feel its vibrations.”

“Yes, that would be my grace replenishing,” his soft low voice came out.

“It feels nice.” His lover nuzzled into him.

They snuggled quietly until about twenty minutes later. The taller was squirming around, then Castiel felt a hardness poking him.

“Sorry,” Sam whimpered, “Your grace... your scent and warmth of you and your nest here…” he trailed off.

The angel smiled, “Let’s take care of it.” He shifted his body lower and pulled down the boxers in front of him. A gorgeous curved cock sprung out, already leaking. It was big for an omega. Omegas tended to have smaller cocks, but then again omegas also tended to be smaller in body size and Sam was far from that. He coaxed the beaded pre-come to spill out of his cock by rubbing at its sensitive head. With a firm grip, he stroked up and down the shaft, soft groans slipping out of Sam, his hands grabbing at Castiel’s hair.

“Please, Cas…” he begged. “I want your mouth. Need it.” The angel hadn’t needed the encouragement since he himself was drooling at the omega’s erection, but he accepted it nonetheless. He brought his lips down on the aching hardness to gently suckle the head and tongue at his slit. His teasing came to an end quickly as he enveloped his lover’s cock with his slick, hot mouth. The taste of his pre-come made him hum around the length, which erupted a loud moan from his lover.

He sucked and bobbed his head while swirling his tongue around. Damp hair stuck to his forehead and his own slick starting to seep through his pants. The feeling of his lover’s cock filling his mouth so nicely, the hot air and the buzz of his grace was making his mind hazy with pleasure. He snuck a hand behind to delve into the wetness between Sam’s cheeks, the slick flowed out in copious amounts. With attentive fingers, he rubbed at the rim.

“Caaassss. Oh, god. Please, please, please.” Two fingers plunged deep into his sloppy hole, obscene squelching filled the room along with Sam’s high-pitched keen. The angel continued to stuff his mouth with the erection and amplify his grace, and soon with a quirk of his fingers hitting the omega’s prostate, his lover cried and shuddered into his mouth. Castiel helped him get through his orgasm with gentle sucking administrations and swallowed the sweet come down eagerly.

“Fuck,” the ragged voice of Sam barely managed, “That felt amazing.” Cas shot him a weak smile in agreement. He lay back to catch a breath, but sweaty hands gripped him and manhandled him until his ass was bare and in the air. Hands spread his cheeks apart and his hole twitched at being exposed. Slick ran steadily down his thighs. “Your turn,” Sam husked.

A thick, warm tongue massaged his perineum, then moved to alternating between sucking and licking his rim. Castiel mewled. “Sam, pleaaase.” He felt his hole flutter with need and he pushed back onto the tongue, but Sam pulled back and tsk-ed.

“C’mon Cas, be good for me. I’ll give you what you need in a sec.” After licking for another minute, his hole was breached by the tongue and wiggled in, caressing his walls. Castiel keened and started chanting Sam’s name like a prayer. His skilled lover slurped and slurped, face flushed from being pressed so hotly against Castiel’s ass and his angel’s slick smeared all over his face.

When Sam got up for air, he pushed one of his long, thick fingers into the needy hole. The writhing omega gasped at the deep intrusion and a low whine was punched out of him, his hands clawed the blankets underneath him. After a couple of thrusts, he swiftly added two more fingers and started a fast and hard pace. The omega cried out from the pleasure and felt his grace bubble up inside, tingling through his body. Sam sought out his prostate to strike and rub at. His sensitive walls clamped down on the fingers in a vice-like grip and soon, Castiel saw white as he came untouched, a moan quivered out of him. He flopped down and Sam tumbled with him. They were back to being face to face, but this time panting passed between them and the touches of their skin were sticky.

“Extraordinary,” Cas rasped out.

Lips quirked slyly on Sam’s face. “Does this mean we’re going to nest more often?”

“Yes, it does.” Cas earnestly replied, the blunt response making his lover laugh.

They cuddled, holding each other tight. Eventually, Sam drifted off into sleep, leaving Castiel to stroke his fingers in soft, lush brown hair as he regarded his lover’s serene expression. This time, he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

[baby-hyena]

Thinking Out Loud | KHSxJJH Fanfic

Note: Hello, Hyena babies! 😊 Here’s the third and last part of Ji Hoon’s POV. Thank you for reading my song fics and I hope I’ll still see you on my next stories. 🥰 Hope you like this one.

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When your legs don't work like they used to before, and I can't sweep you off of your feet

Ji Hoon’s hectic schedule pisses him off. Yes, he’s workaholic before but now that something changed in his life, he’s lowkey wishing he didn’t take a lot of projects after Hyena. He didn’t want to leave Hye Soo’s house that morning after she took care of him. But he had to leave because of his manager. And when they met, his manager shouted at him “Where were you yesterday? Gosh, I tried calling you but you were out of reach!” He got scolded. “I’m sorry, okay? I was lost yesterday. I’ll just make it up to my schedule.” He explained. And that following week, he was fully booked.

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love

One whole week without being with Hye Soo is hell for Ji Hoon. He couldn’t go to her house, they had different filming location and time; they almost didn’t see each other on set. It’s frustrating him. When he got a chance and a bit of time, he went to her, “Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t drive you home these days. My schedule is always full.” He told her, faintly. As usual, she’d smile at him brightly, as if reassuring him that everything will be alright soon, “It’s okay, Ji Hoon-ssi. Just focus and do your best. You can do it!” She said then tapped his shoulder. Ji Hoon smield at her but he sighed when he heard his manager calling him again. Hye Soo nods at him and then went on her way.

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

Ji Hoon can see every tagged post on his IG. Even when he doesn’t follow Hye Soo’s IG account, he gets notified whenever she makes a post and tags him in it. He’ll laugh at her tagged locations and her funny captions. He’ll text her whenever he can and sometimes DM her whenever he finds a funny post. “Why do you always tag me on my nose?” he texted her. Minutes later, she replied, “Because those are my Himalayas.” And he’ll burst out laughing after reading her text.

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

Ji Hoon made sure his manager fixes his schedule so he’ll be free during the last filming day of Hyena. It’s also their last scene together at the pub with Team H. He’s so happy when his manager told him he can have the day off. During breaks, he’d whisper to Hye Soo, “I wanna eat all of this.” He pointed at the food on their table. Hye Soo’s eyes widened and shook her head, “You can’t do that. The production would have to pay for that.” She whispers back at him while giggling. Like a child, he’d pout and she’d let out her belly laugh.

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23

Ji Hoon would sneakily take a bite from the snacks and Hye Soo would lightly hit his hand. They’re like teenagers fighting playfully over their lunchboxes. “Hey, do you have anything on your schedule today?” He asks her. She didn’t look at her as she’s looking at the food, “I have to shoot my last scene later at Song&Kim. Why?” Ji Hoon didn’t get to tell her his plan to pick her up because they started filming again. After their scene at the pub, Hye Soo had to go to her next filming site and Ji Hoon had to stay at the pub for his last scene.

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

The last scene went well. Ji Hoon did his best so they don’t have to shoot a lot and they got the scene at 3 takes. He couldn’t leave because his co-actors and staff started cheering, “Yoon Hee Jae! Yoon Hee Jae!” So he stayed there for a while as he acknowledges their regards. But he’s glancing at his watch to check the time, he’s not sure of Hye Soo’s schedule. He’s worried that he won’t be able to pick her up there. So when his manager went to him, he quickly whispers, “I have to go now. Please, wrap this up for me. Pleaaase?” His manager looks at him, his pleading face made his manager sigh. “Alright. Go now.” Ji Hoon almost jumped but he stopped himself and quickly went on his way.

Maybe just the touch of a hand

He quickly drove to the Song&Kim building. He’s silently praying she’s still there. As soon as he arrives at the parking lot, he saw her. She’s with her manager and hair stylist, they’re walking towards her car. He saw her nodded at them and they bowed to her. They left her as she scrabbles through her bag, probably looking for her keys. So she’s driving today, he thought. He gets out of his car and walk towards her. She probably heard his footsteps as she looks at his direction. He smiled at her.

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

He stops in front of her, smiling at her. “Lemme drive you home?” he asks her. She lets out a chuckle that made his heart skip a beat. Ah, I don’t mind making this woman laugh all my life, he thought. “Aren’t you busy today?” She asks. He tilts his head and pouts, like a little boy who acts cute in front of his crush. “Manger-nim told me I can take the day off.” He smiled at her. He extended his hand to her, asking for her bag. Hye Soo shook her head while smiling as she gives him her bag.

And I just wanna tell you I am

Ji Hoon started talking about his busiest week. For some reason, he always wants to tell her how his day went, what he had for his lunch and every random thing he did. He’s so comfortable to talk about anything with her. And to his delight, he noticed her listening to him. “Ahh, I have to shoot my Burger King CF next week.” He tells her. He glanced at her and she blinks, “They wanted Prince Lee Chang but I suggested I’d act as Yoon Hee Jae too.” He said. “I bet Yoon Hee Jae would love to show off how good looking he is.” She said. Ji Hoon laughed at it.

So honey now, take me into your loving arms

They arrived at her house and he’s still talking. Of course, he’s also asking about her and her day. “Did you have a lot of fun today?” he asked. Hye Soo didn’t look at him as she walks inside the house. “Yes, it was fun. Ji Eun cried like a baby.” She laughs. He’ll smile while listening. When they’re inside, he started wondering. Imagining how they’ll spend this day together and how he’ll confess. He took off his baseball cap and fixed his hair. Hye Soo was telling him something but his mind is too occupied so he didn’t hear her.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

If they were normal people and there’s no pandemic at the moment, he’d take her to beautiful places. Where they can see the stars; away from the city and they won’t have to mind the world behind their backs. He’d take her to places where they can eat their snacks and where they can drink their coffee peacefully. Without worrying about what will people say; without worrying about scandals and articles that would be written when their relationship was revealed. That’s his dream. But he’s not complaining, as long as he is with Hye Soo, this reality with her is always better than that dream of his.

Place your head on my beating heart

He didn’t realize he’s spacing out as they eat together. She was talking about her documentary. When he’s finally on his right mind, he utters, “I missed you.” He noticed her stops chewing and blinks. He wanted to chuckle because of that. Wow, I caught her off guard?, he thought. “You beat me. I was gonna tell you that first.” Hye Soo said. Now, it was his turn to stop and blink at her. She caught him off guard. So, she missed me too, a voice at the back of his mind screams. He can feel his heart dancing.

I'm thinking out loud, maybe we found love right where we are

Ji Hoon’s favourite spot is on the floor while they drink their tea. It’s his favourite spot because he can see her fully as she sits on her couch while drinking her tea. It’s like watching your favourite show no matter how many times you’ve seen it. Today, Hye Soo played some Coldplay songs. He loves Coldplay too. When the song A Sky Full of Stars played, he tells her, “Oh, that’s my favourite song of them.” Then he started singing along. He always wanted to sing for her, he just can’t find the right timing. But now, he doesn’t care about timing anymore. It’s his favourite song and he’d sing it to his favourite person.

When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades and the crowds don't remember my name

After the song, it started pouring outside. Ji Hoon looks outside and smiles. He loves the rain. They’re both staring outside as it pours. “You know, I like it when it rains.” Hye Soo tells him. Ji hoon looks at her. He realizes that moment, as much as he loves the rain; it’s a different feeling when he’s staring at the person he loves while it rains. He realizes how lucky he is; that falling in love with her was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He won’t regret it even if he risk his all; even if he lose it all; because it’s her. It’s Kim Hye Soo.

When my hands don't play the strings the same way, mm, I know you will still love me the same

Their fame will fade eventually, that’s for sure. But also one thing’s for sure, he’ll still love her the same. He’ll still love her even in her weakest, in her darkest moments. He’ll still love her brown eyes even when it’s filled with tears. He’ll still love her skin even when it’s all wrinkly. He’ll still love her even when her hair turns to white. He’ll love her fears, insecurities, her pain. He’ll love her bad side. He’ll love all of it. He knows he’s not perfect and he’ll make mistakes she wouldn’t like. But he’ll make sure he’ll never let her sleep with a heavy heart.

'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen

Ji Hoon looks at Hye Soo who also seems lost in her thoughts. He smiled as he stares at her. He reaches for his phone, “Don’t look for me. I’m in a safe place.” He sends a text message to his manager. He puts his phone on silent mode and speaks, “Can I sleep here?” She looks flushed. I wonder what she’s thinking, he thought. Hye Soo asked him a lot of questions that made him chuckle, he couldn’t resist her charm when she bites her lower lip and gave him a faint smile afterwards. “I’m allowed to stay here until tomorrow.” He tells her. He’s happy and excited but he hid it in his smile.

Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory

They’ve finished watching her favourite indie movie and they ran out of snacks. Ji Hoon feels hungry and so he volunteered cooking an Italian dish for their dinner. He doesn’t mind cooking; he’s more than willing to cook for her. I wish she’d allow me, he thought. Hye Soo helped him in cutting the ingredients and after that, she patiently wait for him to finish. But before finishing, he called her to have a taste. “Hmm!” Hye Soo said and gave him thumbs up. He smiled at her and took off her apron that he used. They ate their dinner together.

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe it's all part of a plan

After having dinner, they have nothing else to do. They’ll look at each other and giggle. “What should we do?” he asks her and pokes her on her arm. He can see her thinking, “How about new set of movies?” she said. But Ji Hoon shook his head. He’s slowly getting tired of watching movies; he wants try something else. “Let’s watch movies later, how about an activity?” he suggested. He saw a glimpse of unease in her eyes. He’s a bit worried now, what if they’d fight over trivial things like this and ended up breaking each other’s hearts?

I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Ji Hoon sighs to clear his mind. He won’t let that happen to them. He’s not a teenager who’d throw tantrums if he doesn’t get what he wants. Yes, he’s stubborn. But he knows he’s soft when it comes to Hye Soo. He’s willing to adjust to her needs and to her wants. He’s about to say yes to her new set of movies but she speaks before he could say a word, “Do you wanna try painting?” When he heard that, excitement was all over his face. He couldn’t hide it so Hye Soo chuckles and nods, “Okay, I’ll get you some materials.” He nods at her, “I’ll wait here and make a quick call.” He said.

Hoping that you’ll understand

He watches her enter a room. Ah, so that’s her studio, he thought. He looks away and reached for his phone. He forgot that he put it on silent mode and now he’s getting a lot of calls and texts from his manager. He answers one of his manager’s call, “Hey! What were you thinking? What do you mean ‘don’t look for me’? Are you crazy?!” His manager screams so he puts away his phone from his ear. “Relax, manager-nim. I’m fine, okay? I’ll confess today so please just support me. Alright?” he calmly said. “Are you sure about this?” He can hear his manager’s hesitation. He smiles, “I trust my love. I’m sure of this.” He made sure he sounded confident as he is.

But baby now, take me into your loving arms

After ending the call, he followed Hye Soo to the studio. Maybe she needs some help, he thought. When he opened the door, he was amazed. The room is full of paintings and art materials. He looked around and when his eyes landed on Hye Soo, his eyes caught the canvas she’s holding. It’s merely a sketch. But he could recognize it well. “What’s that?” He asks her. His eyes were glued on the canvas. He couldn’t believe she’d paint him. He never thought he’d see his face on something she loves doing; in her painting.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Ji Hoon gets the canvas from Hye Soo. He’s still staring at it as if it’s his first child. Hye Soo was talking behind his back and he couldn’t hear her because he’s still dazed by her painting. He sat on the couch while still holding the canvas, “It’s me.” He says while smiling at it. “It’s not even finished yet. Why are you so happy?” He’s speechless. Yes, it’s just a sketch of his face and he’s like a child being so happy about it. But he can’t help it. He’s so happy, it’s just like when he heard her say those three words that night. If he could marry her right there and then, he would; with all of his heart, without hesitations.

Place your head on my beating heart

He looks at her with his puppy eyes as she sat beside him. She asks why is he being like that and he’d just let out a sigh. He puts down the canvas and holds her hands. There’s nothing to fear now, he knows she feels the same way. And this is the right moment for him to confess. So he started talking, “I know you’re way out of my league. You’re my sunbae and I know I shouldn’t feel this way. But I can’t help it.” He looks down to gather his confidence and compose himself. He’s losing it to her. “I think I like you, Kim Hye Soo sunbaenim.” Sunbaenim? What the hell, Ji Hoon, he thought. So he shook his head and looked at her, “No, no, scratch that. I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Hye Soo-ssi.” He smiled at her, not showing his teeth because he suddenly felt shy when he dropped the honorifics.

I'm thinking out loud, that maybe we found love right where we are, oh

Hye Soo laughs at him. “Hey, don’t laugh at me.” He said while pouting his lips and he looks down to hide it. When he heard Hye Soo stops laughing, he anticipated her next move. She cups his face to make him look at her and then she holds his hands again. He’s still frowning but she’s smiling at him, “I know you heard what I said that night.” Ji Hoon’s felt his heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened. She knew? How did she.. woah, he thought while looking at her. He waited for her to say something, she nods, “I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud but I couldn’t stop myself.” He saw her cheeks turn red before she looks down to hide it. He smiles. Adorable, he thought. “I don’t think I can say that again—“ It’s now Ji Hoon’s turn to pull his hands and cup her face. She’s still blushing “It’s okay. You can say that again whenever you’re ready, whenever you want to.”

So baby now, take me into your loving arms

Ji Hoon won’t force her to say those words again. He can wait. He can wait to hear those words again even if it takes forever. He gently squeezed her face. “Hey.” Her voice becomes muffled because of the squeeze. He laughs at her because he finds it so adorable. This is why everyone loves her, this is why I love her, he thought while looking at her fondly. He feels heavenly and can’t help but to tell her, “I love you.” And saying those words feels oddly satisfying for him. He smiles at her then let go of her face. “That’s it?” His smile fades when he heard her asks him that. She sounds dumbfounded so he gave her a questioning look. “You forgot this.” Ji Hoon left this world when Hye Soo leaned in to kiss him. But of course, he went back to respond to her kiss.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Anyone in Ji Hoon’s position would lose control. He’d always lose his control when it comes to her. It showed in their second kissing scene. Every time they’d kiss, it feels like they both found their missing puzzle piece in each other. He felt it first on their first kissing scene. And now, he loses his mind while kissing her deeply. His hands wander through her body. He touches every part, as if he worship every inch of her body. To his delight, she’s responding to his touch. Arching her back and hearing her soft moans makes him want her more. He kisses her again and moves against her, they both got lost to their own world.

Place your head on my beating heart

This moment they shared will be engraved to Ji Hoon’s memories forever. Spending the night under the same blanket with the woman he loves is priceless. He runs his fingers through her hair and kisses it. Then he whispers to her, “I love you.” It’s the nth time he said those words to her. And he’ll never get tired telling her that. He heard her chuckles, “I lost count of how many times you’ve said that.” Then he felt her hold his hand and kisses it. “I love you, too.” He heard her uttered as she buries her face on his chest and hugged him. Ji Hoon could feel her breathe against his skin and it makes his heart beat fast. Then he’d hear her say something again, “Hope this lasts.” He smiles at that and pulls her closer to his body. “This will last. You’ll be my last love.” He whispers to her. Then they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I'm thinking out loud, that maybe we found love right where we are, oh

Ji Hoon wakes up with his numb arms. He winced at the pain when Hye Soo moves but he smiled at her. I don’t mind losing my arms for this beauty, he thought. He couldn’t stop himself so he kisses her. First, on her forehead, “I love you.” Then on her eyes, “The only pair of eyes I’ll love.” On her nose, “My little Himalayas.” He giggles. Then he kisses her on her lips, “The only woman I love.” Hye Soo moves again and she opens her eyes, she’s awake. He smiles and greets her good morning but she draws back, “I don’t smell good in the morning.” Then she covers her mouth. But Ji Hoon pulls her back to his arms and gave her a smack on her lips, “I still love you.”

Oh maybe we found love right where we are

They’re eating their breakfast when Ji Hoon speaks, “I already talked to my manager. Just tell me whenever you’re ready to reveal our relationship to the public.” He breathes heavily. He knows things will be hard for them when that happens. But he’ll be there for her. He won’t let her get hurt. He saw Hye Soo bites her lower lip and sighs. He reached for her hand on the table and gave her a reassuring smile. “Only when you’re ready.” He tells her. He’ll protect her no matter what happens.

And we found love right where we are

~

See you on my next fanfic! 😊

[bentaylorrogerhardy]

Lily of the Valley - Part 5

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren��t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 2,328

Warnings: just a whole lot of fluff

A/N: I don’t know what to put here, except for...enjoy!

(All other parts for this story are in my masterlist in my description!)

About a week had passed since you and Joe had gone on your date, and so far, things were going very well. He was nothing compared to all the other guys you dated, or attempted to date. Every morning, you woke up to a ‘good morning’ text, and every night a ‘good night’ text, or phone call. On your lunch break, you would call and talk on the phone the whole hour.

“How much longer till you get off?” he asked.

“About three hours,” you smiled to yourself, picking at the bread of your sandwich, “why? Whatcha got in mind?”

“Don’t know yet,” he chuckled, “you, me, and Lily can all do something.”

“You ready to meet her?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, “I mean, I’m really nervous about it, but I really want to.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, she’s fairly easy-going. Very dramatic for a five year old, but easy-going,” you said, getting up and throwing your trash away, then walking back to the nurses station. “I’m gonna have to go, so I can get back to work.”

“Okay,” he answered, “hey, did you get it?”

“Huh?” you asked quizzically, “get what?”

“Let me know when you get it,” he laughed on the other end of the phone.

“Joe, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you laughed, approaching the nurses station, “oh my god.”

Sitting on the desk of the nurses station, right next to where Jana was sitting at her computer, was a nice little candy bouquet with a pink bow tied around the vase. Reese’s, M&M’s, Twix, Snickers, Butterfinger, Kit Kat’s, Crunch and Hershey bars sat perfectly in the vase, each on their own little stick.

“Are you serious?” you exclaimed, smiling ear to ear, looking through the bouquet. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I wanted to,” he replied, “so, tonight?”

“Yes,” you smiled, your face starting to turn red, “see you tonight. Bye.”

“Bye,” he said, and you hung up the phone.

“So...I take it things are going well?” Jana asked, turning around in her chair to face you while crossing her arms.

“I’d say so,” you said, still marveling at the little candy bouquet.

---

“How was school?” You asked Lily as she climbed into the backseat when you picked her up from carpool.

“It was fun!” she giggled, buckling in and throwing her bag on the floor of the car, “I colored a lot.”

“Coloring is fun,” you said, pulling away from the school and heading towards your place.

“Am I going to see my daddy?” she asked, cocking her head to the side at you.

“Not tonight, baby,” you said, “I haven’t talked to him.” Chad had been ignoring all of your phone calls and texts recently, and although you were grateful to not have to deal with the headache, it sucked that he couldn’t even answer you about seeing Lily.

“Okay,” she said, looking out the window, resting her head in her hands.

“But, guess what? Mommy has a friend coming over later for dinner,” you said, trying to change the subject quickly.  

“Who?” she asked, immediately perking up, “is it Aunt Jana? Or Aunt Kristen?”

“No, not them,” you laughed, and Lily gasped loudly, “what?”

“Is it a boy?” she whispered, her eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

“It is, as a matter of fact,” you said, pulling into the apartment complex.

“Ewwww,” she giggled as she hopped out of the car, “mommy’s friends with a boooooy.”

“You don’t have any friends at school that are boys?” you asked her, unlocking the door after getting to your apartment.

“No,” she scoffed, “they all pick their noses and are gross.”

“Yeah, that is gross,” you laughed, walking inside and setting your purse down by the door, then setting the candy bouquet on the table.

“Can I have some candy?” she asked, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, “pleaaaase?”

“After dinner,” you said, “and you can have one piece.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she giggled, giving you a big hug, “you’re the best mommy ever!”

---

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Joe asked nervously on the phone, as you fluttered around the apartment, trying to make it look presentable.

“She’ll like you,” you answered as you picked up one of Lily’s toys and put it in the toy box, “she likes everyone.”

“I’m gonna be the first person she doesn’t like,” he laughed nervously.

“You will not!” You laughed, “now, come on. The pizza just got here, and I miss you.”

“I’m almost there,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay, bye,” you smiled, hanging up the phone. “Lily, whatcha doing?”

“Watching Peppa Pig,” she said, sprawled out on the couch. You managed to squeeze into a spot on the couch that was not being occupied by her, and waited for Joe to arrive.

A few minutes later, you heard a knock on your door and jumped up to go answer it. Opening the door, you were greeted by Joe, standing there with a gift bag in his hand and a bouquet of daisies in the other.

“What’s all this?” You asked, smiling ear to ear as he handed you the bouquet.

“Just a little something for you, ‘cause I missed you,” he smiled back at you, stepping through the doorway. He followed you to the kitchen and you set the bouquet on the counter.

“I missed you, too,” you said, hugging him and laying your head on his chest, as he gently kissed the top of your head, “what’s in the bag?”

“Oh, I got Lily a little something,” he said, holding the bag up.

“Well, you wanna give it to her?” You asked, stepping back and leaning against the counter.

“Of course,” he answered, smiling at you.

“Lily!” You called to her from the kitchen.

“Yes?” She yelled back from the living room.

“Come in here. I want you to meet someone,” you said, flashing Joe another smile. He looked nervous, but was trying his best to hide it. You heard Lily get off the couch, and the pitter patter of her feet making their way to the kitchen. She walked in the kitchen, then walked over to stand next to you, holding on to your leg, going shy.

“Can you say hi to Joe?” You asked her, running your fingers through her brown, curly hair.

“Hi,” she said quietly, shyly waving at him, and Joe squatted down to be eye level with her.

“You must be Lily,” he said, smiling at her. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she giggled, blushing. She looked up at you, then back at Joe.

“I got you a little something,” he said, handing her the bag. She gasped, letting go of your leg and grabbing the bag from Joe.

“Can I open it?” She asked, looking up at you.

“Of course,” you smiled, and she started pulling the tissue paper out of the bag, then pulled out a stuffed pink unicorn, letting out a huge, dramatic gasp.

“Oh my gosh!” She squealed, hugging the stuffed animal close, “I LOVE IT!”

“Wow, Lils! What do you say?” you said, picking up the empty gift bag and tissue paper that was strewn across the floor.

“Thank you!” she squealed again, throwing her arms around Joe’s neck and giving him a big hug, causing him to chuckle.

“No problem. I’m glad you like it,” he said, looking up at you and smiling.

“I do!” she giggled, letting go of Joe, then hugging the stuffed animal, “I’m gonna name her Princess Bubblegum Sparkles.”

“And what a lovely name that is,” you laughed, watching as she hugged the stuffed animal tighter and tighter.

“She has to go meet all my other toys!” she gasped, then ran out of the kitchen and into her room.

“How’d you know to get the perfect present?” you asked Joe, grabbing a stack of paper plates from the counter and setting them on top of one of the pizza boxes.

“I had a little help from David,” he answered, standing up and leaning back against the counter.

“You’re basically her favorite person now,” you laughed, moving the pizzas and plates to the table to eat.

“Okay, I have good news,” Lily said, walking back into the kitchen, holding her hands up, “they’re all friends now.”

“That’s very good news,” Joe chuckled, “I hope they all treat Princess Bubblegum Sparkles very nice.”

“Oh, they better,” she said, widening her eyes and nodding her head, “because I am not dealing with that drama.”

“Oh?” you laughed, raising an eyebrow at her, then looking at Joe who was starting to crack up.

“Yes, mommy,” she answered, sitting down in one of the chairs at the table, “no drama.” So much personality in a small five year old.

---

“What do you want to do now that we’re done eating, Lils?” You asked, getting up to throw the paper plates away.

“Can we watch a movie?” she asked. You went back to the table and sat back down in your seat, across from Joe and next to Lily.

“Sure!” you said, “what movie?”

“Uhhh, Joe can pick!” she giggled, pointing at him.

“Me?!” he laughed, “why me?”

“I dunno,” she giggled again and shrugged, then got up from the table, “I’ll show you where all my movies are!”

“Alright,” he laughed, getting up and following her to the living room and over to the shelf where all of your DVD’s were kept. The two of them started looking through all the DVD’s, trying to decide on one as you walked in and sat down on the couch.

“What about this one?” Joe asked, picking up The Princess and the Frog. Lily let out, yet another, dramatic gasp of excitement.

“I love that movie!” she squealed, jumping up and down.

“Really? No way!” Joe exclaimed, “me too!”

“Let’s watch that one,” she giggled, running over to the couch next to you as Joe put the movie on, “Joe, you sit next to me, pleaaase.”

“Of course,” he said, finishing putting the movie in and walking to the couch, taking his spot next to Lily. Just as you were about to press play on the remote, Lily let out another theatrical gasp.

“WAIT, MOMMY!” she yelled, jumping up off of the couch and running to her room. You and Joe exchanged looks and busted out laughing.

“What, Lily?” you asked, trying to stifle your laugh as she walked back out into the living room with the stuffed animal Joe had gotten her.

“Princess Bubblegum Sparkles needs to watch the movie, too,” she said matter-of-factly, sitting back down in her space between you and Joe, sitting the animal in her lap, “okay, we’re ready.”

“Okay,” you laughed, finally hitting play on the remote and starting the movie.

---

The movie was about halfway through, when Lily fell fast asleep, clutching the stuffed unicorn and laying against you, snoring quietly.

“So?” you whispered to Joe, “still wanna see where this goes?”

“Absolutely,” he whispered back, flashing you a smile.

“Lemme go put her in bed, I’ll be back,” you said, slowly getting up, trying your best to not wake her up. When you got up, you picked her up, along with Princess Bubblegum Sparkles, and walked to your room and set her down in your bed. You tucked her in and gave her a gentle kiss on her head, then made your way back to the living room, sitting next to Joe.

“This was really fun,” he said, putting an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

“Really?” you questioned, looking at him, “all we did was eat pizza and watch a movie.”

“Yeah, and I had fun,” he laughed, “what’s surprising about that?”

“Nothing, I’m glad you had fun,” you smiled, “she really likes you.”

“I like her, too,” he said, “she’s a good kid.”

“Very dramatic, but yeah,” you laughed, letting out a yawn.

“I’m gonna head out, so you can get some sleep,” he said, getting up from the couch and stretching.

“I’ll walk you out,” you said, getting up behind him and following him to the door. He opened the door and the two of you stepped outside.

“So, again?” he asked, smiling.

“Yeah, just let me know when,” you smiled back. He pulled you into a big hug and you laid your head against his chest, “thanks for the flowers and candy.”

“It won’t be the last of it,” he replied. You looked up at him and he placed a gentle kiss to your lips, and you smiled against his.

“Wow, and a good night kiss,” you joked, “how lucky am I?”

“I’m the lucky one,” he smiled, letting go and kissing you again, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Joe,” you smiled. He made his way back down the stairs and you walked back in the apartment, locking the door behind you. You turned the movie off and made your way into your room, where Lily was still sound asleep in your bed. You quickly and quietly changed into pajamas, then quietly climbed into the bed.

“Mommy,” Lily groggily whined, crawling over to get closer to you.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” you whispered, pulling the blankets over you, then kissing the top of her head.

“Where’s Joe?” she asked, letting out a yawn.

“He had to go home,” you answered, playing with her hair, “he’ll be over again.”

“Okay,” she yawned again, rolling over on her side, “mommy?”

“Yes, angel?” you asked, turning to face her.

“Do you like him?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I do.”

“Good, ‘cause I like him, too,” she giggled, “he’s my new best friend.”

“Really?” you laughed, “okay, we can talk about this tomorrow, you have to go back to bed.”

“Okay,” she sighed, snuggling into you and closing her eyes. “Goodnight, mommy.”

“Goodnight, my angel,” you said, kissing her head, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Tags: @hargreevesgrace @deakyspuff @okiegirl24 @joalsglasses @toger-raylor @panicatttckiss @cheeseedreams47 @shesakillerquueennn 

[mx-in-words]

Monsta x reacting to their babies being born.

Hi! I would like to request Monsta X reacting to their pregnant S/O getting into labour. I just think they'll be great parents someday - anoun. 

↬ Shownu

a lost bear 

I can see you sitting on the couch with him watching a movie.

then you felt a small cramp, maybe you were hungry? 

you: oh I just ate and I am hungry again. That’s weird.

sh: maybe because you're eating for two?

you: yes mayb- ,,, OH SHIT BABY I THINK I AM GETTING IN LABOUR

sh:  :0 !!!!! OK LET'S GO 

he would be lost but needs to act OMG HIS BABY!! 

HE DRIVES LIKE A CRAZY 

when you both went to your hospital, your doctor was ready waiting for you and shownu. 

will hold your hands all the time. 

calls kihyun to warn everyone else, including his family. 

will cry when seeing your baby in your arms. 

*heart eyes shownu seeing his little baby holds his hands with such small fingers*

sh: I can't believe this is happening, it’s a dream. I love you both. 

will be overprotective about the boys holding his baby ESPECIALLY MINHYUK. 

jh: omg I have a brother/sister 

sh: I am only *your baby's name* dad now jooheon. 

mx: :( we lost our father. 

a sweet with you. will do ANYTHING you ask. 

will freak out about being a good parent.

you: you took care of seven boys, you will do great honey. 

sh: :3 thanks, baby!!! 

soft for his kid I think shownu may explode of love??

↬Wonho 

I am SO SOFT FOR MX HELP

YOU: HOSEOK I WANT THIS BABY OUT!

wh: honey, what can I even do? It was supposed to born a week ago but I guess your belly is better :)

you: ugh I love you but istg 

tried everything

in the middle of the night, you felt something. When you got up, your water purse broke and you called wonho. 

you: HONEY WAKE UP MY WATER BROKE 

WH: O M G 

picked all your things, he had already done your bag. 

called the boys in the way, driving

since you started to push, he was already crying while trying to film the scene. 

we actually sobbed when the baby was out, crying. 

doctor: congratulations on your healthy ( the sex of the baby)

wh: *crying so fucking hard *

will literally die if anyone holds your baby 

like your mom it’s holding the little person and he is like 

wh: okay 3 seconds holding now give it to me

will take so many pictures of you and the baby

literally so worried about you. 

wh: do you want me to kick everyone out of the room so you can rest? do you want to eat something out of the hospital? ANYTHING???

you: baby what no- I am fineee!!!

wh: okay okay

so proud of his family he can’t even breath 

will protect you and the baby of EVERYTHING

↬Minhyuk

already knew the possible date of the delivery, so he stayed with you the whole week.

every five minutes asking you if you feel anything

mh: how about now? anything?

you: no baby, nothing yet *rolling eyes*

mh: just checking love u 

you were eating dinner with him while watching knowing brothers than you felt a little pain. 

when you got up, your water broke and minhyuk started to scream.

mh: I AM GOING TO BE A FATHER LET’S GO Y/N

RUN THE FUCK UP TO THE HOSPITAL

mh calling his mom: MOM MY BABY IS COMING COME TO THE HOSPITAL AND BRING CANDYS 

his mom: OMG OMG OKAY HONEY BUT WHY CANDIES

mh: I need candies in stressful moments mom

you: are you for real right now? I WANT SOME TOO OMMA

will take care of everything for you in the hospital 

holding your hand

that puppy smile 

kiss your forehead before the labour starts

mh: I love you and this is the best moment of my life.

EVERYONE CAN PICK HIS BABY 

101% about you and the baby

you: you look so happy, baby

mh: of course I am, my dream is being a father and having a family with who I love, in the case, you. 

mx: eww 

sh: when did my kid become this man??? 

you: shhh let him enjoy pls

mh: *holding the baby and looking at them with the most lovely expression ever *

↬Kihyun

this boy is so precious ughhhh

packing things for the hospital for mouths 

ACTUALLY MADE A LIST FOR THIS MOMENT

let everything in the car 

buT 

schedule calls him

he was at the end of an interview when you called

you: baby is happening, my mom is riding me to the hospital, I see you there. 

kh: what- I AM GOING TO BE A FATHER HURRY SHOWNU GIVE ME THE KEYS. 

SWEATING LIKE HELL 

he cannot miss this, camera on point. 

found your room and the labour hadn’t started yet

kh: fuck you scared me 

you: yeah I LOVE YOU TOO

kh: OF COURSE I LOVE YOU WE ARE HAVING A BABY omg relax honey how are you? feeling pain? 

calling your family 

will film the whole labour 

cry only when it’s over, hugging the boys.

jh: men you're crying

kh: I just released I am a father now jooheon can u let me?

takes a lot of pictures of you and the baby

ask everyone to not visit you two because you need to rest

anyone cant touch you or the baby if doesn’t wash the hands TWICE 

EVEN HIS MOTHER

sings to the baby when you're tired 

helping you all the time

he stays with you in the hospital until you can leave 

makes sure to tell you how much he loves you and is proud of his family

will say that you look fantastic as a mother and your little belly is sexy

can I buy myself this man? I love him

↬Hyungwon

you are at a dinner with the boys 

everything looks great

then you felt something

it’s pain 

hw: everything okay sugar?

you: hm no...

kh: oh she’s having the baby 

hw: NOW?

you: no,, next week,,, OF COURSE, IS NOW

run to the hospital

he is SHOOK

CAN'T THINK OF IT 

you: honey please move breath blink say something

hw: I GONNA BE A FATHEEER

mx: yeah now he is going to cry

hw: not yet.

only cries when he picks the baby in his arms for the first time 

was only the three of you in the room

hw: thank you for making me so happy y/n. They are so cute look this little legs!!!

you: worth it. 

your baby is so quiet 

stop crying in hyungwon’s arms 

hugs his parents so hard when they visit you both

hw: minhyuk can you be quieter my kid’s brain will explode you're so annoying 

kh: I have to agree 

mh: but he is SO CUTE!!!! 

you: looks like the father :) 

wh: hm no the baby is cute for real 

hw: I hate you all

will put koala’s clothes in the baby and post in twitter for monbebes to see.

treats you like a queen 

so worried about you 

hw: please eat well. Drink water, honey. PLEASE 

such a sweet

a little sad because he knows he won't sleep in some mouths

but so happy that he loves his family more than sleep 

↬Jooheon 

Can’t wait to see the baby

Keep asking you when he will get to see his son.

you: oh idk, do you want to put your head up down here and look inside?

jh: son,,, you’re making your mommy angry you know * pouts*

Literally buys u anything you want.

Prefer to says that he is pregnant too

jh: I having desires for guacamole

you: baby you’re not pregnant, I am.

ck: I am what I am man.

Wjdnjsjdjsnsje SORRY I JUST

kh: please y/n just push out this kid I can’t take this anymore.

you: honestly… I WISH BUT THIS LITTLE SHI- OH

Then your water broke

You felt something was up to

You’re having a baby

jh and mh: YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Jooheon, changkyun and minhyuk singing a rap about honey being a father

Something like BABY IN THE WAY JOOHEON AS A DAD THAT’S WHAT I SAY D A D D Y STARTING A FA MI LY

you: goshhh why

At the moment the Labour is about to start, he holds your hand and kisses your forehead

jh: I am so thankful for this moment, I will finally have the two loves of my life right by my side.

You both crying holding the baby.

Would make sure everything looks fine, don’t want you to get worried.

Asks shownu to buy your favourite chocolate just because

kh: y/n is sleeping man, gosh they are so little, how does it feel to have such a small person?

jh: it's my little angel, it feels like a blessed man, I can’t stop smiling LOOK THIS LITTLE FINGERS

Gets so emotional because his kiddo is his life now

jh: look!!!!! * shows you your baby*

you: it’s this a bee costume in our two days old baby????? ARE THOSE NIKES SHOES FOR BABY’S?

jh: lil baby has styyyle

Will watch you and the baby sleeping and think about how he wants to be the best person for you two

Wants to dedicate himself totally for the family from now on

Already planning the Disney trip for the family.

↬Changkyun 

so yeah he’s scared af

but shhhh don’t tell no one

cause he’s cool ;)

was actually on the supermarket to buy you something weird at 3am

what a husband huh

want your favorite chocolate or maybe Arabic food? i’ts okay he gets it.

theemmm you called saying that 

the baby is coming

he FROZE

sweating but trying to keep it down

holds your hand all the time like, literally 

ck: can I cry? omg I am going to be a dad!!!!!!!

you: you didn't even saw the baby yet slow down honey

ck: what if I am suck at parenting?

you: oh you’re gonna be fine, we’re a family and i’ts impossible to not love you, so your baby will love you too.

ck: *smiling incrediable happy and them start crying*

ask shownu some advices

ask jooheon to calm him with crackhead jokes

ask kihyun to help him with BEING AN ADULT

ask hyungwon to... even come bc honestly is he sleeping?

don’t show to you how worried he is

can’t stop looking at your baby and how much he is in love with them.

will keep his eyes on you ALL THE TIME

actually cries in front of you because he wants you to rest 

ck: I can hold the baby y/n pleaaase rest.

you: changkyun I AM BREASTFEEDING slow down

ck: oh okay...

you: Baby, we will do fine. Just relax! I trust you, so trust in me too okay?

ck: yeah you’re right. Do you need anything?

you: yeah, a kiss and a kiss in the baby. 

* changkyun heart cant take it this scene is so cute omg*

he actually helps WITH EVERYTHING

the hospital bills, the baby's clothes and your stuff

dad material 

already checking the bests schools and all the baby's future

How To Be a Liberal Father GOOGLE SEARCH

loves his family with everything he has. 

sooooooo thank you for the request!!! My requests are open!! hope you guys like it <3 

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klaus and caroline making out and her falling in love with his dumb ass again pleaaase

Also for an anon who requested a part two to this.

“I think this needs to be the last one for me. I can’t do this for much longer,“ Elena complained, flexing her peanut butter-covered hands that she’d been dared to wear for the rest of the game. “I need to check my phone.”

“Should have chosen ‘truth’,” Kol said unsympathetically, snatching up his phone when the timer went off and nodding to Klaus, who had been dared to do pushups for two minutes straight (courtesy of Camille, who clearly just wanted to see his forearms flex while he was shirtless–not that Caroline minded the result). “You can stop now.”

He turned over immediately, breathing hard. “Fuck…”

“Last one then, Nik,” Kol said. “Best kick everyone out before sunrise or Mother shan’t be pleased.”

Caroline swallowed, watching the bottle spin, hoping it would land on anyone but her. She was out of luck. She made eye contact with Klaus once the bottle slowed to a stop with the bottleneck pointing directly at her. “Truth or dare, Caroline?”

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she contemplated her options. Truth would probably be a disaster of some kind, whether it was him asking whether she was still in love with him or something equally damning. She could always lie, but Klaus had always been able to see right through her. Dare could either be infinitely worse or a relief. He would never dare her to do anything sexual with him, especially if he actually wanted to get back together, but she knew that there was a good chance that he’d ask her to read the rest of her and Bonnie’s text conversation, and she couldn’t have that.

Not when she’d talked about how she missed him and what her plans for them had been, all of her stupid fantasies about traveling and college… it would be humiliating to bare herself to him like that, especially if he didn’t want her anymore. 

There was also the ‘kiss to get out of it’ option, but she’d missed him so much… She didn’t want to get hooked again, not when he’d broken her heart so badly before.

She swallowed. “Um…Truth.”

“If I asked you out again right now, would you say yes?”

“No,” she said, her breath hitching.

“I’ll amend my question. Would you want to say yes?”

“You can’t amend your question. That’s against the rules. You got your truth, Klaus.”

He gave her a look that told her he knew perfectly well that she was evading the question, what her real answer was, and she sighed, fiddling with a loose thread on her sundress. There was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch years, and Kol cleared his throat. “All right, everyone out.”

Caroline got to her feet, reaching for where she’d dropped her purse on the couch, and she took a sharp breath when she came face-to-face with Klaus when she turned around. “Caroline, I–” he began, but she cut him off, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“I would want to,” she admitted. “I just…what you said…I can’t put myself through that again. I love you, but I love myself too, and you were…”

“A wanker,” he finished. “A real prick.”

“Yes. Those.”

His expression made her melt, made her remember every warm glance and soft touch, made her crave the feel of him again, and by the way his lips twitched he seemed to sense her resolve was beginning to crumble. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I understand that I’m not entitled to another chance with you, but if you give me one, I’ve learned from my mistake.”

“Mistakes, plural.”

“Yes. Mistakes, plural,” he repeated. 

She should probably be more wary, she knew, but every inch of her longed for him, craved him, and it took every piece of willpower not to let her control slip. His lips on hers had always felt so perfect, so right, and she missed that feeling…

“Promise?”

“I promise. Take a chance, Caroline. I dare you.”

She did.