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plmp0 · 7 months

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The Nerd

Summary: Jake moved to your school because of his parents work, and you couldn't help but think how a nerd like him would fuck so u made that ur challenge.

Warnings: Nerd!Jake, kinda mean Jake, kinda switch Jake, pervet!reader, kinda uncomfortable, reader is so pushy (whatever that means), public touching, manipulative!reader, hair pulling, spanking, rough!fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (please protect), squirting, fingering, i think that's it.

A/N: Again this was an old draft so sorry if the quality is not the best,i tried to edit some stuff but it's 3 am right now so idk what i was doing 💀, also there might be some typos sorry for that. And finally just note that english is not my first language but yeah enjoy ~~ (also i just realised how long this is)

Jake has been always the top of his class, most of his time is around his books, not having a single friend because for him that means wasting time. So it was quite surprising when his parents decided to move to a new house, and in the middle of the school semester, no less. He didn't like that at all.But when he arrived in his new home, Jake didn't feel so bad anymore. It was a really big house, almost as big as his old school, and with the biggest library he'd ever seen, even bigger than the town's. Not having to worry about leaving his friends was also one of the things that didn't let him have ones, they have to move a lot because of his dad's work so things weren't adding up anyways.

It was Jake's first day in this new school, spending the whole night studying to catch up to their pace and also to maintain his top student image, he went to the asigned classroom. As he expected, no one knew who he was, everyone looked at him weirdly and a boy with glasses even whispered to the person next to him that he "looked like a nerd".He sat down and waited for the class to start, the teacher arrived a few minutes later and greeted the students before calling the attention to the new student. "Everyone, please, give a warm welcome to our new student, Jake. Now, I don't want anyone disturbing his studies, if you do I will make sure the principal knows." the teacher said, giving a stern look at some boys in the back, one of them was the same one who had made fun of Jake's appearance.The boys in the back, as if sensing their teacher's glare, tried to look as innocent as possible. Some of the other kids were talking about the new student while the rest were too focused on their phones or books. Jake nontheless ignored and filtered any meaningless noise, focusing on the class instead. "Alright, now, open your books on page 249. Y/n, you can read until page 270, then we will move on to the next chapter." The teacher said, making Jake shift his attention to you.

You nodded, but Jake was sure you hadn't heard the teacher, as your eyes were glued to the phone, scrolling through something. You didn't even try to look like you were reading, and when the teacher noticed this she went over and took the phone away from you, Jake shaked his head unimpressed not liking that you made him waste a full 10 minutes. You tried to convince her to give it back, but the teacher, Mrs. Smith, didn't relent and kept it until the end of class. Jake tried to focus again on the class, but his mind was somewhere else, you not shutting up talking loud enough as if u were sitting next to him, he huffed turning around to face you and giving you a cold glare, making you stop and shiver, not saying anything else but finding interest on him, you've always liked nerds. He sighed, relieved, and continued to pay attention to the class, writing down everything he was supposed to and more. Once class ended, everyone left except you, Jake and Mrs. Smith, who wanted to speak to him about some important things, as well as talk to him about his grades and how he would fit into the class. You stood up and stretched, yawning before heading towards the teacher to get ur phone back, not caring much for what the two were discussing, "Oh, Mrs. Smith, do you happen to have my phone? You took it earlier and I just want to go to my next class." You said, trying to sound as polite as possible to avoid getting scolded, you didn't care that much but the principal had told you to behave.

"Oh, yes. Here you go. But next time please try not to use it during class, or else I'll have to take it away again, alright?" She handed you the phone, you quickly nodded and thanked her, turning on the phone and walking away rolling your eyes. "Oh, and before I forget, here are the things that are new to the semester. Jake, I'm sure you'll do great." She handed him a folder full of papers, which he took, thanked her and left. He went over the papers as he walked, not paying much attention to where he was going, but making sure to read every line, his eyes were so focused on the paper that he didn't even notice you. "Hey, watch out." But you didn't, instead, the two of you bumped into each other, dropping the papers and Jake huffed losing the spot he was reading. You fell, not being able to catch yourself because your hands were holding the phone, you scoffed annoyed. "What the fuck, watch where you're going." "Says the one who didn't watch their step, dumbass." Jake mumbled, picking the papers. "What was that?" You asked, not quite hearing him, and not happy about being called a dumbass.

Jake turned to face you, giving you a stern look while collecting his papers not wanting to drag this convo any longer. You were about to argue back when you noticed the papers he was collecting, and how much there was. You got curious, how could this nerd get so much extra credit on the first day? "Hey, let me see." You took the papers away from him, skimming through them. "Are you serious?" U exclaimed,"Hey, give it back. And watch your tone, it's very rude." Jake glared at you. "Why should I?" You smirked. "What are you gonna do about it? Tell on me? Go ahead." You said mockingly, Jake massaged his forehead annoyed and grabbed the papers, pulling them from you, making you stumble and drop the phone again, "Hey!" You yelled, looking at your phone. "Do you have any idea how expensive that was?!" "Then be more careful with it, maybe then it won't fall" Jake shrugged, fixing the papers and putting them in his backpack, you rolled your eyes and picked up your phone checking it and you huffed relieved seeing that it didn't break. U bit ur lips this new student is really getting into ur nerves, but you had a better way to deal with him. "Whatever, loser." You turned around and left, not wanting to get in trouble on the first day.

Jake chuckled a little bit as u left, "what a great first day" he mumbled with sarcasm in his tone, heading to his next class but he stopped mid-way, he was so focused on what had happened that he didn't realize how lost he was, not having any idea of where he had to go and now his late for class, great. He spent a long time looking for class that now he has arrived late, sighing relieved when he finds the door open and walks in. "Sorry for arriving late, sir. I'm the new student, Jake." "Don't worry about it. Go ahead and take a seat. You're in the back." the teacher said, and Jake nodded, walking towards the back and sitting down trying to ignore the fact that u were his seatmate as you were already sleeping or that's what he thought, the teacher didn't even stop to breath in the passing 30 minutes making everyone yawn well everyone appart from Jake, he was busy writing when he let a very loud gasp making everyone look at him questionably, he excused himself feeling embarrassed as he felt your hand wondering in his thighs above his jeans, his mind was racing and he wasn't able to focus at all, he looked at you and noticed the smirk on your lips as u rested ur head on the table,

oh that was not good. The teacher didn't say anything and continued the lesson, but Jake couldn't focus anymore. He couldn't believe this, he never let anything shift his attention before neither was he touched this way by a girl in a fucking classroom. He shifted on his chair, trying to move away from you, but that only caused your hand to travel higher, making his face flush and you grin liking the reaction u got from him, ur grin got bigger when u felt his bulge on ur hand. Jake felt a chill go down his spine, he was not enjoying this at all, why would he? This was just distracting, and he wanted to stay focused that's what he tried to convince himself but the fact that he stopped getting away from you made you continue ur movements, you caressed his thigh through the fabric, and then moved on to his bulge, squeezing it gently and rubbing him.

He gasped and tensed up, closing his eyes and trying not to move. He bit his lips as the sensation was getting stronger, and soon his cock was rock hard, throbbing under your touch, Jake was so new to this feeling he was going crazy, you smirked as u felt his member twitch, you looked at him and could see the embarrassment in his face, u leaned on him and whispered quietly "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Naughty boy." you teased, licking his ear. Jake bit his lips and moved his head, trying to get away from you, he was so scared that someone is gonna see the both of u, and seconds later the entire class was staring at him wondering what's wrong when he hitted his knee on the table while trying to squirm. He didn't know what to do, this was kinda embarrassing but it feels so good, and he didn't want it to stop, he opened his mouth to ask what you were doing, but when he felt your hand squeeze him, he gasped and couldn't hold back a moan, causing him to cover his mouth. He was redder than a tomato, and he couldn't look at the teacher or the other students afraid to get caught, you continued, enjoying his reactions, and the fact that everyone was focused on their things. It was obvious that Jake wasn't getting away, and that was fine with you. He was hard and throbbing, and his precum had leaked, creating a small dark stain on his jeans. Jake bit his lip and tried to muffle his moans, but you didn't want him to almost punishing him for what he did previously, you squeezed him again, rubbing his length. "You're so hard, Jake. I didn't think you would like this. You're so naughty~" you whispered.

Jake whined and closed his eyes, shaking his head, not wanting to admit that neither to hear it now it was hard enough from his to muffle his sounds, but it was true, he did like this. And the fact that he was hard as a rock proved it if only he didn't have to be in a space full of people he'd acted differently. He was getting close you could feel it as he was breathing heavily his eyes were tightly shut, his hips were moving with your hand and you thanked god that u were sitting at the end of the class or the teacher would have seen everything, you sped up your movements and that's when Jake lost it, his body tensed up and his hips buckled, he groaned as quietly as he could before releasing his load on his jeans, making a small wet spot. You grinned, stopping your movements and moving away from him. Jake opened his eyes and looked at his pants, noticing the stain, and realizing what just happened, he looked around, seeing everyone staring at him, the teacher was waiting for him to answer a question, and the rest were looking at his flushed form face confused. He gulped and cleared his throat, looking at the teacher, not knowing what the question was.

"Are you okay, Jake? Are you feeling sick?" The teacher asked. "N-no... Sorry, I'm okay..." Jake said. "I would like to believe you, but, I'll let it pass since it's your first day. U should focus or u wont catch up, understood?" , "Yes, sir..." Jake nodded. "Good. Now, can anyone tell me the answer to the question?" The teacher looked around, waiting for someone to answer. "Uh... Y/n." The teacher looked at you. "Yes, sir. 54." You said, knowing the answer and not caring enough about this class. "Correct. Thank you, Y/n. Now, let's move on." The teacher turned around and started writing on the board. Jake felt relieved that he got out of this situation without getting caught, but now he had to deal with the mess you made, his jeans were ruined and he turned to look at you, seeing the mischievous smile on your face. He knew you weren't gonna leave him alone. He sighed and looked away, trying not to think about it and focus on class. But he couldn't. For the rest of the class, Jake couldn't focus, and his thoughts kept going back to you, and what had happened. His cheeks were pink, and his dick was still hard, the cum stain on his jeans didn't go away, and every time he moved, he felt it rub against him.

Once the class ended, Jake gathered his things and left as fast as he could, not wanting to see anyone, or get more attention. He rushed out of the classroom and walked quickly, heading towards the bathroom. He needed to change and get out of this, it was too much for him, he got to the bathroom taking care of the mess and removing his jacket tacking it around his waist while getting his dresshirt out of his pants hoping that i'll hide something before getting out of the bathroom, he sighed trying to calm down as he felt a hand on his shoulder "Hey, nerd. Wait." It was you, smirking. Jake turned around, facing you, his face still a little flushed from earlier and his body tensed upon seeing you, "Y-yes?" Jake asked his words getting out more broken than he anticipated,

he cleared his throat waiting for you to speak, u scanned him the grin never leaving ur lips " looks like you took care of yourself already" u whined disapointed "too bad i wanted to help you" "Wdym?" he cleared his throat again fixing his hair as he felt some sweat forming at the end of his forehead "no need to do that" he mumbled looking at you giving him your puppy eyes, he shifted his eyes to look elsewhere just wanting to go home at this rate feeling tired already but there was no way u'd give up, you really wanted him to lose it so curious to see what he'd do. "But, Jake... You looked so cute when you were enjoying yourself..." You purred, putting a hand on his chest. "I wanted to make you feel good..." he furrowed his eyebrows not loving how you are adressing him "s-stop" his voice was breaking, he didn't know what was going on but he didn't like this. "Aww, come on, Jake... Just admit it... You liked it... And I'm sure you would love it if I continued..." You smiled, and moved your hand down, resting it on his lower stomach. "Stop, we are still in school!" He exclaimed, his voice slightly louder. "Oh, come on, Jake... There's no one here..." You grinned, pressing your palm against his crotch. Jake bit his lips, holding back a moan and his eyes widened when he felt your hand press against him.

His pants were too tight, and he was already half hard. You didn't know how or when but you felt ur back pressed on the wall Jake leaning to face you as his lips were inches away from your ear "I get that you want to be fucked soo badly but i have things to do" Jake whispered you moaned feeling him suck on your earlobe before he left leaving you hot and confused, a smirk formed at your lips licking them "ahhh m gonna have so much fun" u mumbled adjusting ur clothes and heading to meet one of your friends from the other class. After the incident with you, Jake avoided you as much as he could. But that didn't stop you from teasing him, and he always had an excuse not to interact with you, or anyone else, really. He focused on his studies more than the normal days trying to distract himself from you, he was starting to get really frasturated by all of your teasing. You on the other hand were getting annoyed, you had tried so many times to get close to him, or just talk to him, but he always had an excuse to brush you off, and he always seemed so busy. You knew he was trying to avoid you, and you were determined to make him give in taking it as a challenge at that point.

One day, during class, the teacher decided to choose randomly two people for next week's project and to ur luck Jake was paired up with you for the presentation and you couldn't be happier. He wasn't too happy about it that's what you noticed but he had no choice, and the teacher said the two of you would have to meet outside of class. That's when the fun began. Jake was sure that he was screwed. You had him trapped.You were gonna make him lose his control, and there was no way out of it. It was the day you r supposed to meet up for your project, Jake suggested going to a cafe nearby the school but you being your stubborn self insisted to meet up in ur house saying that it'd be better and calmer and blah blah blah, Jake couldn't help it but agree after his failed attempts. He was standing in front of your door inhaling deeply before knocking a few times, you were quick to open the door smiling at him and welcoming him in.

He was surprised when he saw ur outfit, your small shorts not leaving anything for imagination, ur blue crop top hugging ur breasts perfectly, he clicked his tongue rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly when you told him to sit in the living room and you went to get some water, coming back quickly and sitting next to him body stuck to his with the glass in ur hands. "So" Jake started wanting to start with the project and leave quickly "we should start, what's the theme?" He asked looking through his backpack and taking out a notebook and a pencil, u rolled ur eyes at his words "come on, Jakey, you know we don't have to do this right now." u said handing him the glass of water which he accepted "it's not healthy for you to be always studying, let's take a break." "We need to get this done, Y/n." He said sternly, sipping the water. "We can't waste time. So, what's the theme?" "The theme is... The importance of a good education." You smiled, remembering the topic that you picked out. "Seriously?" Jake said mockingly knowing very well how u r always sleeping during classes or just on your phone. "Yeah, seriously." You smiled, taking the glass from his hands and setting it on the table. "Don't worry. I'm not stupid." "I know." He said, and before you could say anything else, he pulled out his phone. "Let's start, shall we?"

"Sure, Jake." You smiled, and started explaining your ideas for the project, and the two of you started working. Jake didn't like that you kept distracting him flashing ur cleavage every now and then but he couldn't say anything cause you were being very professional. He didn't think it was possible, but you were doing a really good job. Maybe this wasn't so bad. You noticed his reaction and you couldn't help but smirk a little, you knew he was gonna lose it and soon. The two of you worked for a couple hours, and by the time it was over, Jake was exhausted. He was glad you were smart enough to not screw this up, but he was still suspicious. You had been nothing but nice the whole time, and it was a bit out of ordinary.You stretched and smiled. "That was a good session, huh?" "Yeah. I'm glad we were able to get some work done." Jake said, packing his stuff. "Yeah. Me too." You smiled, and stood up. "I'm gonna get some snacks, I'll be right back." Jake nodded and waited for you. You came back a few minutes later, carrying a tray of fruit, cookies, and drinks. You set the tray on the coffee table and sat next to him, Jake had some cookies eyes not leaving his phone for a couple of minutes before speaking "Alright, I think we should stop here." , "Oh, why?" You asked, tilting your head. "Because we're finished." Jake said, closing his notebook. "We're not done yet." You pouted. "I wanna hang out a bit." "Hang out? With me?" Jake asked raising one of his eyebrows, "Why not?" You shrugged. "Well, we have nothing in common." Jake said, standing up. "Besides, I have a lot of work to do. And so do you." "Aw, come on, Jakey." You pouted, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him down onto the couch. "We have plenty of time." "No, we don't." Jake said removing ur hands from his body, but you were faster as u landed one of them on his crotch making him gasp loudly.

"W-what are you doing?", "What's wrong, Jake? It's just a hand." You smiled, squeezing his crotch. Jake exhaled his eyes fierceful as he looked u down tongue clicking, one of his hands sliding his hair up "you are really a slut ha" "Only for you, Jakey~" You purred, stroking his growing erection. Jake groaned and bit his lip. "Stop i don't think you'll be able to handle what's coming!" Jake warned, his tone more stern. "I'll take my chances." You grinned, continuing rubbing him over his pants, Jake growled and grabbed your arm, pulling it away and pinning it to the couch. "You really don't get it, do you? This is the only chance you're gonna get." He growled, tightening his grip on your arm. You winced a little at the pain and bit your lip. "Sorry. I'll behave. Promise just give it to me" you said pouting a bit. "Woah" Jake chuckled lowly, "someone is being a needy slut today." He said having enough from restraining himself his frustration takkng over him, and you moaned loving his choice of words,"Please, Jake. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want, anything please" You begged. "Anything? (He paused for a second) but again it's not a surprise after seeing how hard you tried to get to my dick" He hummed licking ur lips slowly. "Yes. Anything. Just fuck me." You begged, and Jake leaned down, kissing you roughly. You moaned, enjoying the kiss, and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He continued kissing you hungrily, his hands exploring your body.

He broke the kiss, and pulled back, staring at you, his eyes moved to your boobs who were almost exposed because of this position, the blue complementing your skin and making him lick his lips constantly, he has never really went with a girl above kissing and touching here and there however he watched enough content to know what to do, his hand groped one of ur breast squeezing it roughly his nails digging on the fabric as u moaned loudly. "You're so beautiful, Y/n." Jake whispered, his soft tone contradicting his rough touches, "T-thank you." You said, blushing a little , he smiled seeing how calm you are now that you are getting what u want, he pulled the strap of ur crop top down exposing your breast the sight making him gulp as he massaged the other one he neglected earlier, his other hand moving down to cup your pussy through your shorts making you moan and squirm. He groaned as he felt your wetness through the fabric "Fuck, you're so wet, Y/n." Jake grinned, "Soaking." "J-Jake..." You moaned, arching your back, grinding against his hand. "Shh, isn't that what you wanted? So shut up and enjoy it"he smirked, leaning to deliver kisses on ur neck. He kept rubbing your pussy through ur shorts and you couldn't help but whine wanting to feel him against ur bare skin. He pulled his hand away and looked at you. "You want more, Y/n?" He asked, smirking. You nodded, your chest heaving and your eyes wide. "Then take them off." Jake said. "Your shorts." You gulped, and stood up, pushing your shorts down, and taking them off, tossing them aside.

Jake sat on the couch manspreading a bit and patting his lap, u followed his order and sat on his lap grinding your pussy against his hard member while he cupped ur ass, his hands running over the soft skin, he leaned down and placed his lips on your nipple sucking on it making u throw your head back moaning and grinding ur pussy harder against him. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside and running your hands over his chest. Jake groaned and moved his hands down, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, you raised your hips, helping him as he pulled them down, tossing them away. His hand went back to cup your pussy, and he moaned feeling the wetness. "God, you're soaked." Jake groaned, running two of his fingers on ur slit, spreading the juices and making you moan loudly, Jake grinned as u were already a mess, and he has just started. "So fucking wet. Just for me." Jake hummed, his fingers playing with your clit, the pleasure making your body jerk. Jake felt his hands act on themselves, his index finger teasing ur entrance making u buckle ur hips, "I'm not gonna do anything if u don't behave, y/n" he growled,

his fingers going to rub your clit roughly, his eyes were focused on ur reaction and you didn't have to try to put up an act, your body was shaking eyes rolling back. You nodded and closed your eyes, biting your lip and trying to stay still, even though all you wanted was to grind your pussy on his fingers, he lifted his free hand spanking ur ass hard making u gasp, your body jerked a bit and Jake rubbed the spot he had spanked, "Good girl." He purred his finger went to tease ur hole once again. He slowly pushed his finger inside, his cock twitching at the feeling of your tight walls. He has only seen a pussy on videos and nothing could compare to the feeling of the real thing, he pushed his finger deeper and moved it in and out slowly, feeling you clench around him. He moved his finger a bit deeper, looking at ur expressions mouth gaped eyes long gone and he grinned. adding another digit and moving it at the same pace, he lifted u a little curling his finger inside you, hitting a sweet spot. "Feels good, huh?" Jake asked and you nodded, moaning loudly, and he spanked you again. "Words." He growled. You gasped, and let a small cry. "Y-yes! It feels so good, Jake!" Jake grinned, and kept moving his finger, hitting that same spot every time. Your body jerked and he noticed how close you were, "you were acting up just a few days ago and look at you now, where did that attitude go ha?" He chuckled when u didn't answer him his fingers reaching deeper making u spasm on his lap,

"Come on, cum for me. Let go." He groaned, his voice husky, and a few seconds later, your pussy clenched around his finger, and you let out a loud moan as you came, squirting all of your juices on his pants, Jake groaned feeling the warmness of ur juices land on his cock, ur body still shaking as he was still moving his fingers inside you, he pulled out groaning at ur attempt to keep him in by squeezing him tightly, his cock throbbing inside his pants as he licked his fingers clean tasting u making you squirm and he gave them to u, you licked them and moaned at the taste, his free hand moved down cupping ur ass before he spanked u again, you moaned loudly and looked at him, "You want me to fuck you, right?" He asked, and you nodded eagerly. "Please." You begged. "You've been such a good girl for me so far, so I'll give it to you." He kissed ur jaw talking over ur skin "but i'll have to punish you for what you did these passing days" he mumbled making u shiver a bit, his hand squeezed ur ass roughly. "Now get up, i'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck your slutty little pussy" he said patting ur core and you whined, but did as he told u, getting up and bending over the table, spreading your legs for him, he groaned at ur eagerness and quickly unbuttoned his pants pulling them down along with his underwear, his cock finally springing free, you looked behind you and bit your lip seeing his length, "wow, you're big." You mumbled. He smirked and leaned over, his body pressing against yours, his lips near your ear. "I'm gonna make sure to make you scream, and never think about going around whoring for nerds again" He whispered, making you whimper, his hands grabbed your ass, giving it a few squeezes, he rubbed his cock on your pussy, making you moan and squirm. "So impatient. Behave." He growled slapping ur inner thighs and steadying u in place

"Sorry" u mumbled trying to stop yourself, Jake smirked and rubbed the tip of his cock against ur clit, making you whine and bite your lip, you felt like you were gonna explode, the teasing was driving you crazy. His hips rolled and his tip poked ur entrance, you moaned and arched your back, trying to take his length inside, he spanked you again making you yelp and he held you down, "i'm the one in charge here, not you" he growled and you nodded, letting out a breathy moan, he pulled back and slapped his cock against your clit a couple times making u shake, the sensation driving u mad and before u could complain his length entered u, the tip slowly entering u and stretching your tight walls making you cry out, "fuck you're tight." Jake groaned, feeling the warmth and wetness of your pussy wrapped around him, the pleasure was almost unbearable, his hand went to massage your ass and squeeze it a few times, his other hand gripping your hip tightly, nails digging into the skin, his eyes were focused on where his cock met your pussy and how he disappeared inside of you. He pushed himself deeper and pulled out slowly, the drag of his length inside you was incredible, you moaned and gripped the edge of the table, your body trembling as he kept thrusting into you, his cock filling you completely. Jake's hand traveled up, his palm resting between your shoulder blades and applying pressure, making your cheek rest against the table. He pulled out and slammed back into you, his balls slapping against you and you let out a loud moan, the feeling was overwhelming.

You felt his fingers grab your hair, pulling you up and his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds, his tongue invading your mouth, the kiss was sloppy yet intense, his thrusts were getting faster, his tongue moving in and out of your mouth, tasting every inch of it. You broke the kiss and let a loud moan, feeling him brush at ur spot, his hand was gripping the hair at the back of your head, his nails digging into the skin and he was panting, his breath fanning your cheek, he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of ur walls around him, Jake was scared that he'd become addicted to ur pussy the thought of getting out of you was already not clicking with him, his other hand grabbed your hip and he started slamming into you harder, his cock hitting that same spot again, making you scream in pleasure. He groaned, feeling his orgasm building up, his movements became sloppy and his hips stuttered "Fuck, look at u now, taking my cock so well" Jake said, his words coming out in a mix of moans and groans, he let out a low groan and threw his head back, his hips snapping into you a couple more times and he buried himself deep inside of you, cumming and filling your pussy, you moaned at the feeling of his cum filling you and painting your walls white, your legs trembled and you let out a loud moan as your body jerked, reaching your orgasm and squirting all over his cock, your walls tightening around him, milking him. "Fuck" Jake groaned, his hands leaving your hair and hips, his palms resting on the table as he leaned forward, panting heavily, his chest pressed against your back. He was sweating his skin hot.

Jake's cock slipped out of you and he let a small groan. His eyes focused on your pussy and how your juices were mixed with his cum, and the sight alone made him hard again, he grabbed your legs and spread them, making you whine. His other hand stroked his cock and he guided his tip to your pussy, pushing his cock inside making you whine "J-Jake, what are you doing? I'm sensitive." You mumbled, your voice tired. "We're not done yet, baby. I need to teach you a lesson." Jake growled, his hands going to rest on your hips squeezing them, he started thrusting into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust and his hips snapped into you, his balls slapping against your clit, you were a mess, moaning and whimpering, begging for him to stop. Jake growled and bent down, his face next to yours. "I warned you before but u didn't listen. So shut up and take it." He growled, and his hand went to slap your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. Your body was trembling and the feeling of his cock pounding into you was amazing, it felt so good!

tbh u didn't imagine him to go this hard on you and ohh god how you love it, no one has ever fucked you this good. The sound of his skin slapping against yours and the lewd sounds of his cock entering you filled the room you were a mess, ur hair sticking on ur face, juices mixed with his cum dripping from your pussy messing up the table. Jake groaned, his breathing uneven and his hips stuttered. He was close again, and so were you. "Cum for me, Y/n." Jake groaned, his thrusts were getting faster, he was losing his rhythm eyes closed biting his lower lip until he couldn't hold it anymore, his hand reached ur clit rubbing it fastly making u whimper "OmG" u rolled ur eyes ur release hitting u like a truck and with a couple of hard thrusts he followed u, cumming inside of you, his cum mixing with the previous one, his hips kept rolling, riding out his high, the feeling was intense, his cock twitched and he pulled out, collapsing on the couch, panting heavily. "Holy shit." You mumbled, trying to catch your breath. Jake nodded, running a hand through his hair.

The two of you were quiet for a few minutes, then Jake got up, helping u getting up too and bringing u to the bathroom. "I'll clean the table." Jake said, leaving and coming back with some wet wipes, he cleaned the table looking at u wearing a robe while scanning his body "u okay?" He asked suddenly feeling nervous not knowing what to do now, u smiled and nodded, "yeah, thanks" u mumbled, he nodded back and looked away, he was wearing his boxers now looking at his pants that are full of ur juices, he sighed and grabbed them cleaning them with the wet wipes and getting dressed, u stared at him confused, "what are u doing?" You asked. "Leaving." Jake said, buttoning his shirt.

"It's getting l-late" his voice stuttered when he felt your hand helping him with his shirt, he heard his phone ringing and went to get it seeing his mom's name on the screen, "hi" his voice was low as he answered, and u could hear his mother's voice asking where is he, he told her that he was busy with his homework and forgot to call, he was glad that his parents are never home so he wouldn't have to explain anything, he bid goodbye to his mom and hang up. "Is everything ok?" You asked, and Jake nodded. "I gotta go." Jake said, gathering his stuff. "I'll see you tomorrow." You said, and Jake nodded, giving you a small smile and leaving, making you finally drop on the floor as u couldn't feel ur legs anymore but u smiled nonetheless u had so much fun, and this will not be the last time for sure.

Woah i couldn't edit this whole thing so m gonna comeback to it after having some sleep, also this was supposed to be a virgin Jake fanfic but yeah i got carried away and forgot about that sorry

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KNY HCs - A Surprise Kiss! Part 2

Prompt: You give them a kiss unexpectedly; how do they react, when they like you back?

A/N- Next part is here!!! Sorry i struggled to get this part out. This part includes Genya, Nezuko, Obanai, Mitsuri, Gyomei, Tengen, and Muichiro. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part featuring demons (especially Upper Moons and whatnot). Anyways, this was really fun! Please enjoy! 💗💗💗

Content warning: some implied steaminess for some of the Hashira, and spoilers for the newest season (Sword Village). Proceed with caution if you haven't watched/read ahead! 💀💗💀

Genya

He has a hard time around people who are typically femme, but it literally wouldn't matter who or what you were: because you're still his type.

The second you get within 5 ft, he's blushing. The second you touch, his veins are gonna burst in his skull. The second that touch becomes a kiss...

Genya.exe has stopped working.

He is absolutely stunned into silence. He makes no move to continue the kiss or move away. But you seem to be able to tell that he didn't mind it. Not ONE bit.

You would take his hand, apologize for being too forward, and probably make yourself scarce around him. You figure this would be best if you really did overwhelm him.

It would take quite a few days, but similar to Sanemi, he confronts you head on. Whether it's grabbing you by your haori, or slamming his arms on either side of your head... Hes got you trapped. Even though his face is still BEET red...

"I-I don't understand yet... wh-why you'd do that to a guy like me... but..." He would hesitate for a moment, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

" But... I'll try... to become a guy worthy of your kiss."

Even if you try and reassure him, or persuade him into thinking he's a million bucks, he will go over the moon to impress you, protect you, etc. He wants to be better than what you want him to be: he wants to be your equal.

And while it certainly takes him a while to loosen up, his kisses are some of the sweetest and most sincere. He would try to hold your face, every time. He would never truly want to let you go of you and your warm cheeks.

Nezuko

"Hmmm...~ Hmm-hmmm-- mmm?"

Nezuko, who is humming and fixing her hair, is surprised when you kiss her. She'd blink a few times, her cheeks glistening with a rosy blush. She still struggles with most words, but smiles warmly to you.

"Th...tha...! Thank... you... Y/...N-san!"

You practically scream with delight. This would be the first time you heard her say your name!!!

Like many humans, Nezuko is very protective of you. But you find that she hovers around you a little more recentky, similar to how she treats Tanjiro. Almost as if you're a guide, interpreter, or just a person she can confide in, she'll often reach out to be near you. Whether it's holding your pinky with hers, tugging on your haori, or even grabbing your hand, she likes to stay in close proximity, especially if she can make physical connection with you somehow.

She sometimes struggles (mentally) with being close to you, especially in fear that her fangs may injure you, but her kisses are short and sincere. Similar to Shinobu, she would kiss you most anywhere but your lips publically... but every once in a while, you're blessed with direct kisses.

"T...thank goodness... Y-You like me too... Y/N-san...!

Obanai

Eyes narrowed with steely focus, he would be absorbed in his work, or freshly sheathing his sword. You roughly grasp him by the collar, forcing him to finally look your way.

"What is it you're doi--mmphm?!"

When do you finally get him to shut up? ONLY when you're kissing him. Even with a kiss over his bandages, Obanai flushes vividly, pushing you away. He turns away, checking his bandages hastily.

"NEVER surprise me like that!! You're lucky I didn't have a chance to react properly...!" You were about to apologize, when you see his shoulders relax," hah.... the bandages didn't move, after all..." The relief that floods his voice almost makes you want to cry. You were trying not to pity him, knowing he had his reasons to hide his face. But you wish he didn't feel the desire to keep those bandages on... or better yet, the shame he felt when they came off.

You place a hand on his shoulder, making him tense up.

"Obanai... next time I kiss you... if you're okay with it, i... I wouldn't mind it if it were without your bandages on."

That statement alone has him wide eyed, staring at you with disbelief," I... I don't..." For once, his stoic expression and tone is replaced with one of unease and uncertainty.

"I... I don't know if I'm ready for... that..." he would admit quietly," But... I appreciate the sentiment. I truly do."

You'd smile up/down to him, and place a kiss on his cheek instead," Whenever you're ready. I could wait a thousand years, if you'd have me..." Obanai squints at you, bluntly replying," We'd both be dead by then..."

You smile, winking," Then in the next life, maybe?"

Obanai would flush quietly as you'd walk away, reaching up to gently press the spot you last kissed him at,"... I see... maybe so, Y/N-san... Maybe so...."

BLESS you, if you ever do kiss him without his bandages on. Though his scars may have surprised you at first, it doesn't affect how sweet or chaste his kisses are. And once you receive them in earnest, they never stop...

Oh, and the over protectiveness with you? Multiply it by 20. People aren't allowed to breathe the same air you do unless he allows it. And your missions, from henceforth, are either accompanied with or monitored by himself or Mitsuri. Almost NO exceptions.

Mitsuri

"Y/N! Y/N! Look here, look here!!" Surely, Kanroji has something absolutely adorable to show you. You turn to her quickly, pushing your hair back out of your face.

"What is it, Kanroj--"

The both of you turned too quickly, causing your lips to meet in the middle. Immediately, the two of you pull away from the other. Mitsuri whines, bowing her head rapidly.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry!!! I-I didn't mean to!!"

You have to grasp Mitsuri by her shoulders, before she listens to you again," Kanroji-san!!! It's okay, I promise!!! W-We're friends, after all... accidents happen."

Mitsuri's expression changes slightly, her lip quivering," R-Right... friends..."

You go back to your task at hand, not picking up on her disheartened cue. You notice her squirming beside you after a few moments, making you concerned.

"Mitsuri? Are you ok--"

Your lips meet again. This time... on purpose. Mitsuri clasps your cheeks with both hands, planting a fat kiss on your lips, before pulling away.

"Th-There!!! That one wasn't an accident!!! And that's going to be the first of many... I-- I--! Aaaahh, I don't want to just be friends, Y/Nnnnnn!!! Not anymore!!!" Mitsuri basically wails, making you smile sweetly.

You lean over again to kiss her, soothing her mild tantrum if only for a moment," I dont think I want to be 'just friends' either, Mitsuri... so we're partners now. Okay?"

Mitsuri would nod rapidly, mentally swearing herself to you, for protection and for marriage," Deal!!!!"

She's already planning your wedding. She hints at what kind of ceremony she prefers, or flowers she'd like to have in her decore... little does she know, you've already been saving up for something big... maybe her birthday could double as your wedding day?

But for now, that's wishful thinking. For now, you're quite alright with sneaking quick, heated kisses before major missions, and cuddling your tired, full partner after she gorges on her favorite food.

Neither of you mind. But the both of you know that you're actively working towards a future where there's more to your relationship than sweet kisses and embraces.

Gyomei

In a deep, meditative state, Gyomei sat practically motionless as you quietly approached him. Due to this, he hadn't heard you or your sweet giggles are you inched closer. You had always been his number one, secret admirer... and seeing him so content and serene made you want to kiss him. He just looked so beautiful, dangit!

Even with him sat before you, Gyomei was MUCH larger than you... but no matter!

Nimbly, you were able to wiggle closer, admiring the calm breathing of the Stone Pillar. It wasn't until you brushed your lips against his that his eyes instinctively fluttered open. As if from a deep slumber, Gyomei blinks a few times, dazed," Oh... I'm sorry, is this... Y/N?"

You nod and hum, knowing he knew your voice all too well," Guilty as charged~" Gyomei's eyes watered as he heard a genuine, airy laugh leave you, his hands folding neatly into his lap.

"Ahh... so the pining wasn't one sided, after all...," Gyomei sighs, as if relieved. You blink and audibly swallow, your face heating up.

"I-I guess not, Gyomei-san," you reply in surprise, reaching your hand down to brush a stray tear from his cheek. Had you known he had liked you back, you would have kissed him MUCH sooner...

Gyomei smiles brilliantly, tilting his head up as if to look at you,"... if that is the case, my friend... if you don't mind, I'd like you to join me by my side."

You have to calm yourself down as he pats the space beside him. You take him up his request, sitting and scooting closer until your knee bumped his. You feel a large, warm arm wrap around you, pulling you closer until your head was against his chest. Your face burned as Gyomei chuckled.

"...thank you for taking the initiative, Y/N-san. I admire your forwardness. I just wish I could have made that first kiss more..."

"Special?" You finished, Gyomei nodding back quietly.

"W-Well, that's okay-- I already feel like kissing you, on its own, is very special. But..." You sit up, before crawling into his lap. Gyomei would tense up, flushing as a coy grin makes it way to your face.

"I think we can make the next kiss particularly special... if you'll have me."

Gyomei couldnt reply verbally, as the impulse to kiss you tenderly overshadowed the flowery words and praise he wanted to give you.

His kisses were many, and they would be mostly reserved for your cheeks and temples. But most of all, your kisses would be an assured way to make his heart race. Due to his blindness, kisses feel electrifying to him. Making your kisses together all the more special and intimate for him. He loves you to bits, and would never pass up on a chance to engage with you, especially through touches and those sweet, featherlight kisses. Even if others may be close by...~

Tengen

Little to anyone's surprise, Tengen is a HUGE flirt. It didn't matter if it was a stranger or his bestie Rengoku: he would relentlessly do and say things that would tetter on raunchy or sappy. This, however, was something you were used to. And at times, you'd welcome it.

Tengen, many times, had made jokes about you becoming his fourth spouse. Quote him: "Afterall, who said polygamy had a 4 person limit~?"

You'd normally roll your eyes, and playfully shove him, not knowing what his other spouses thought of you. But after getting to know him more, and even being over to his estate a few times, the jokes felt more... sincere. As if he were wanting to propose more properly.

So finally, after a particularly rough Hashira meeting, Tengen would look at you again, with a serene look in his eyes," ...Y'know, Y/N... if you ever considered settling down more properly, or commitment in general... I think you'd make a really good spouse. The others think so, too." He would grin, nudging you playfully," Theres always room for one more, yknow~ "

And, after a few quiet moments, you hadn't yet replied. No shoving, no tickling, just... a heavy sigh. Tengen starts to worry he offended you... until you pull him down/up for a kiss.

Tengen, being the good man he is, immediately leans into it, eyes closing on their own. When you finally decide to part for air, you're absolutely beaming.

"Well, while I can't accept your 'proposal' without the others consent... I wouldn't mind being courted. Normally, yknow..." Tengen looks practically speechless, as your arms snake around to hang on his neck.

" How about we start slow... maybe dinner at your place, next time we meet? Im sure the 5 of us have a lot to talk about before we take it too far..."

Tengen, surprised that his forwardness may have actually paid off, smiles tenderly. He pulls away from you, only to take one of your hands. He guides it to his lips and kisses you knuckles, running his thumb in circles along your warm skin.

"Suma, Hina, Makio, and I... we'd be honored, Y/N. Let's shoot for next weekend, then."

Muichiro

"Huh...? What did you want to see me about, again?" Mui would probe, following behind you.

"I-I just wanted to go somewhere more private, to tell you something." You'd reply evenly, a steady blush spreading across your face.

"Is that so... lead the way then, Y... ahh, sorry, Y/N-san." You roll your eyes. Surely he hadn't forgotten your name so easily. Maybe he was teasing you?

As you finally get to a more private area, you turn towards him, face heated," Muichiro... I have to say it."

The mist hashira would look to you, eyes widening," Ahh... did I forget something again...? Sorry... I still struggle... even now, i guess," he would admit, making your knitted brows soften.

"N-No... you didn't forget anything... but..." You lean forward, trying to kiss him on the cheek, before he recoils quickly. You blink in surprise, face twisting in regret. Oh shit... so you were rejected huh... You can't muster any words as he looks at you, bewildered.

"...were you trying to kiss me?"

You were flustered, assuming your hunch was correct, but you nod shamefully. Then, Muichiro pulls you in by your wrist, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You gasp, taken by surprise even as Muichiro lets you go.

"...sorry... I feel like I would be able to treasure your kiss better... if I initiated it. I hope that's alright with you."

The both of you are perfectly flush now, but you smile warmly back to him, pulling him in for a hug," Well, if you ever forget... I can always kiss you again?" Muichiro would have an idea, leaning his head on your shoulder," Mmm... I think I'm in need of a reminder."

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lotusmi · 2 years

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SUCCESS STORY!!🤎🧸

tw//mental problems, abusive family, bullying, suicide attempt, manifest/void obsession

first of all i want to thank lotus because it helped me even when i was thinking about suicide❤️‍🩹

it's been years since I learned loa and I was having problems with the manifest. althought I have known loa for 2-3 years, i constantly reacted to 3D and for such reasons I could not manifest anything for 2-3 years. and when i first learned loa i was obsessed with void. I was hurting myself to enter void. like if you don't enter void today I will kill you. i was crazy because of void. at the same time, I was staying in the family environment that dragged me to death, and I was bullied at school . i was hated by people even though i did nothing. i tried to commit suicide many times, my family wouldn't let me go to the therapist. also, no one said anything to the bullying I saw. thats why I bullied myself for years in the same way. if I told anyone I was being bullied and asked for help, they would say it was probably my problem to my face💀💀 and towards the end of 2022, i seriously couldn't stand it anymore. i was constantly reading blogs [i think there is no blog i haven't read, lmao] and the last time i couldn't stand it, i tried suicide again, but i failed. later i wrote to lotus and she gave me a lot of advice (baby ily��❤️) and i cried more than i have ever cried that night. the problem is that while people were already ruining me, the real problem was that i was ruining myself too. after that day, in the first week, i had so many problems in my manifest journey. but until 2023, i said to myself, "i don't want to live like this anymore. i deserve the life I want.” i made a promise. and every time I felt like quitting, i remembered my promise to myself. and now i have revised my whole life, i live in dubai🤭. if you're going to ask how i did this, i started to listen to my inner voice, i almost stopped entering tumblr. i stopped affirming and wrote down the things that i was gonna revise one by one, and added them to the notes app on my phone. i made a note at the bottom that I already have these in my life. when “what if I can't manifest the life I want?” if such thoughts came to my mind, i told myself that the creation was already finished. in this process, i focused only on myself and was developing my self concept. before I went to bed at night, i was constantly imagining the life I wanted and I was staying in that state and saying I already had the life I wanted, I didn't affirm anything extra. and even those who made life difficult for me started to apologize to me. (i manifested their karma life lol) anyway I don't want to talk more about those bitches but I want to mention this. please take a break. relax. stay away from things like void, loa for a few days. I noticed that some of you are obsessed with void on this blog. but i must say void is just a method. if i manifested the life i wanted when i was only 12-13 years old, you can do it too. take a break and do what feels good to you. love yourself. loa blogs can help you up to a point. they can't spare all their days for you. start taking responsibility. find manifest methods that work well for you. love yourself. meditate. i’ve talked a lot but I would like to add that, if someone tells you that you are the cause of the circumstances you are experiencing right now, that you created the conditions in which you live, please tell them to shut their fucking mouths. no such thing. i was blaming myself again, thinking what a disgusting monster i am just because this “you create ur reality” thingy. but the truth is that creation is already over. good luck!

MY FAV SUCCESS STORY TO EXIST!!!! 😭

I literally cried when this girl texted me saying she is living her dream life, I was so pround, I am pround 💗

Backstory, she first texted me 12/15/2022

She told me everything about her circumstances, they were really bad ones, and she was 12 at time and this made my heart so broken (she revised her age) since her parents were really toxic and disgusting ( I am not going to say much about her old story).

So I told her all about the toxic home I lived and how I manifested it away too (my success, my failures).

So, time passed and 01/feb I got this text!

I literally cried because I was so happy for herrrr 💗😭😭

"How she did it?"

She focused in her inner Self being the only reality and ignored all circumstances!

"and i would love to you to add those youtubers and blogs" insta: - kriston jackson youtube: - lana blakely tumblr: - @becomingthatgirl111 — other sources abt loa: - joe dispenza, edward art"

I literally cried so much and I am so happy for you my angel, look how you did it! You were 12 and revised your whole life! 💗💗💗

And that are people out there who don't believe that it is possible to manifest things. Look at this girl 💓

You did it amazing love, I am so pround of you. You are deserving of all the best things in the world. I wish you all the fun in life. Thank you sm for sending me this, I feel so appreciated that I had helped you, but who did all of this was YOU! 💗💗💗

✉️You all, everything is possible!

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dianawinchester03 · 2 months

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Season 2, Episode 11 - Playthings

Series Masterlist

Authors Note: Oh my goddd, this is my longest chapter yet. It’s exactly 16k words. 💀I got wayyyyy too carried away with adding in my own scenes in here😭

I know you all love long chapters, so I know you don’t mind it at all.

Also, here’s a little bit of Sammy for all the Sam girls that read my book, lol. Hope everyone enjoys!😘

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Third Person POV

Dean and Y/N walk into the motel they've been staying at while Sam was on the phone, missing persons posters of Ava Wilson was plastered on the wall. "Okay. Thanks Ellen" Sam thanked Ellen before hanging up. "What did she have to say?" Y/N asked hopefully. "Uh, she got nothing. Me, I've been checking every database I can think of. Federal, state and local" Sam sighed, as Y/N handed him his food, disappointment etched on her face.

"Thanks. No one said anything about Ava. She just- into thin air, you know?" Sam muttered sadly, resting his food down on the counter. Y/N frowned at this, "What about you two?" He asked, "No. Same as before. Sorry, guys" Dean shook his head, his tone sympathetic as he handed Y/N her coffee and Sam his own. "Yeah. Ellen did have one thing" Sam added.

"What?" Y/N asked, taking a seat next to him at the table, sipping her coffee. "A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents on the past three weeks." He informed them, sipping his own coffee as Dean pulls out his phone, walking over to his bed. "Yeah, what's that have to do with Ava?" She questioned, "It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub. Then a few days ago, a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete 180" Sam explained.

"Which isn't exactly normal, you know?" He added as Dean puts down his coffee and strips his jacket from his body. Both Dean and Y/N nodded in agreement, "I don't know, Sam, it could be nothing" Y/N suggested. "I already told Ellen we'd think about checking it out" Sam responded. "You did?" Dean raised his brows at this. "Yeah" Sam nodded, earning a surprised look from his brother.

"You seem surprised" Y/N pointed out, taking off her own jacket. "Well, yeah, it's just, you know...not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean shrugged, this made y/n snort back a chuckle because he did have a point. Sam furrowed his brows at this, "And what way is that?" He asked them curiously, "Just figured after Ava, there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music, and staring out the rainy windows" Dean listed off a bit mocking, sitting on his bed.

Sam shot them his classic bitchface. "Now you're just being a dick" Y/N rolled her eyes at Dean, "Yeah, I'll shut up now" He smirked, taking up his coffee as he leaned back in his bed. "I mean, we're the ones that told her to go back home. And now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off God knows where, you know?" Y/N stressed, the guilt both her and Sam shared was insane.

"Exactly, we've been looking for a month now and we've got nothing" Sam sighed sadly as he walked back over to his own bed, "So I'm not giving up on her, and I know y/n isn't either but I'm not gonna let other people die either. We gotta save as many people as we can" Sam said determined, y/n nodded in agreement, "You're right, I'm with you on that. Count me in" Y/N offered him a small smile but it didn't quite meet her eyes.

Sam returned the smile gratefully with a nod, happy that she's on his side here, Deans eyebrows knitted together, "Wow, that attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now, thank you" He said sarcastically in a joking manner, causing Sam and y/n to hold back a laugh as they shook their heads. "Alright, call Ellen, tell her we'll take it" Dean told her with a light chuckle, she fished out her phone, "Sir, yes, sir" She mumbled, pressing the phone to her ear.

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Cornwall, Connecticut

The Impala and Harley pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, y/n peeled her helmet off after putting Quinn in park, shaking out her hair as she stared at the large almost fancy hotel agape, a low whistle leaving her lips, "Dude, this is sweet" Dean said her thoughts out loud excitedly as the brothers hopped out of Baby. "Yeah, we never get to work jobs like this" Y/N agreed, mounting her bike and walking over to the trunk of Dean's car that Sam already had open, taking out their stuff.

He passed her, her duffel, "Like what?" He asked confused. "Old school haunted houses, you know?" She shrugged, "Yeahh, the food, secret passageways, sissy British accents" Dean agreed cheekily as Sam locked the trunk, all waking up the porch. Sam and Y/N chuckled at this, "Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside" Y/N added, earning a low chuckle from Dean. "Hmmm, Daphne, love her" Dean thirsted, y/n cocked her eyebrow at this.

"She was hot" She agreed before adding, "But I was more a Shaggy girl. He could 'Zoinks' me any-day" She countered in a lustful tone. That had earned a laugh from the brothers, rolling their eyes at her. "God, you two are so weird" Sam chuckled, Y/N winked as they all walked up the stairs. Something caught Sam's eye, "Aye, wait a sec" He stopped them, they turned to him confused.

"I'm not so sure haunted is the problem" Sam muttered, walking up to a urn on the porch where he spotted a familiar symbol. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, both him and y/n's brows furrowed in confusion as Sam pointed to the symbol, "You see this pattern here? That's a quincunx. It's a five-spot" Sam told them, realization dawned on them. "Five spot?" Y/N muttered, "That's used for Hoodoo spell work, isn't it?" Dean added.

"Right. Yeah, you fill this thing with blood weed, you got a powerful charm to ward off enemies" Sam explained as y/n looked around. "Yeah, except I don't see any blood weed" She pointed out, "Don't you think this place is a little too...uh...white meat for Hoodoo" Dean added in a knowing tone, "Maybe" Sam shrugged as y/n nodded. They all shared a look before walking back up the stairs.

Dean opened the door, allowing y/n in first and then Sam. The second she stepped in, she could've sworn as gash of wind blasted over her the way that all too familiar chill rose to the back of her neck. Indicating there were definitely spirits around, Sam and Dean noticed how she tensed up.

"You okay?" Dean asked quietly as Y/N looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, just the classic ghostie feeling, that's all" She muttered. Dean shut the door and looked around, "You said two people died here recently right?" She asked Sam, "Yeah, freak accidents" Sam nodded, "Okay, that makes sense" She sighed in relief, assuming the spirits could still be lingering due to their sudden and abrupt death, it wasn't unusual with recently deceased.

They made their way to the receptionist desk and rang the little bell, out walked a beautiful middle aged brunette woman. Her hair pinned back, her heels clicking against the rustic hardwood floor, pleasant smile on her face directed towards the three. "May I help you?" She said in a polite tone, "Yeah, I'd like two rooms for a couple of nights." Dean responded professionally as two little girls came rushing out of the room, one bumping into Y/N.

She felt that chill at the back of her neck again, "Hey!" The woman yelled sternly at her daughter, "Sorry about that" The woman apologized sincerely, "No problem" Y/N assured her with a sweet smile, "Well, congratulations. You could be some of our final guests" The woman says in a bit of a sad tone but cheerful. "Sounds vaguely ominous" Dean commented, looking over at his brother and y/n who had feigned amused looks on their faces.

"No. I'm sorry. I mean, we're closing at the end of the month" The woman clarified before taking a look at Sam and Dean, "Let me guess, you guys are here antiquing?" She asked knowingly, Y/N's brows shot up at this, picking up instantly on what the woman was putting down. She subsided laugh, Sam and Dean looked confused before Dean feigned a smile, "How'd you know?" He went along with it.

Oh my god, you're digging yourself deeper here, honey. Y/N thought to herself, putting her hand over her mouth to hide her amused grin.

"Oh, you just look the type. So, uh, a king sized bed in one room and a single for the lady?" The woman suggested, y/n bursted out laughing at this point as the brothers face contorted into pure horror. "W-what? No!" Sam exclaimed horrified, as the woman looked up confused. "No. No. Two singles. We're just brothers and this is my brother's girlfriend" Sam informed her.

Comically, shoving Y/N into Dean a bit roughly, with a hint of annoyance because of her laughter at the assumption that he and Dean were gay. She flashed her best friend a quick glare before feigning a smile to the woman while Sam wore a sly smirk on his face.

"Hahah. Yes, that's us. The happy couple" Y/N chimed through gritted teeth, a wide cheerful faux-smile on her face. "Oh....oh. I am so sorry" The woman gasped embarrassed at her assumption as Dean wrapped his arm around y/n's waist, a bit of an awkward and mortified smile on his face. "Yeah. What'd you mean that we look the type?" Dean asked flustered, y/n's amused smile rose back on her face as the woman looked speechless.

"You know, uh, speaking of antiques, you have a really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam changed the topic. "Oh I have no idea. It's been there forever" The woman responded honestly before handing Dean his card back, "Here you go, Mr. Mahoggoff" She smiled politely before ringing the bell. "You'll be staying in room 237" She handed y/n a key.

"And you'll be staying in room 238" She said to Sam, handing him his key. "Thank you" Y/N responded sweetly. "Sherwin, could you show this lovely couple and gentlemen to their rooms" The woman politely said to the elderly majordomo behind them as Dean and Y/N let go of each other. Sherwin looked between Sam and Dean before saying, "Let me guess. Antiquers?" Sherwin assumed with a smile.

Making the boys grow uncomfortable, face red as Y/N bursted out into laughter again. The brothers side-eyed their friend who was laughing at their expense, but who could really blame her?? It was hilarious.

"I could give you a hand with that bag" Dean offered Sherwin, who was dragging their bags with their weapons up the stairs, unbeknownst to carrying a brothel of deadly objects. "I got it" Sherwin assured him as the bag thudded against the wooden stairs, "Okayy" Dean murmured, putting his hands up in surrender. "So the hotels closing up, huh?" Sam made small talk as they followed behind the man.

"Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it. But the guests just don't come like they used to" Sherwin sighed in response as they made their way down the hall. "Still, it's a damn shame" He added with a shake of his head. "Oh, yeah?" Y/N questioned curiously. "It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows" Sherwin bragged to them.

"My parents worked here. I practically grew up here. I'm gonna miss it" Sherwin explained with a twinge of nostalgia in his tone as he reached Dean and Y/N's room, shoving the key in before turning the lock. Doing the same to Sam's room across the hall. "Here's your rooms. Sam took the key to his room, "Thanks" before walking into his room. He said politely to Sherwin who put his hand out to Dean.

The elder Winchester looked down at the man's hand awkwardly who had his eyes narrowed in his direction. "You're not gonna cheap out on me, are you, boy?" Sherwin sassed, Dean rolled his eyes before fishing out his wallet as y/n snickered, resting her bag on her bed.

Sam was sat at the desk doing research in Dean and Y/N's room while y/n was sat at the window still, smoking a cigarette. Dean chuckled amused as he looked around the room, a big wedding dress hanging on the wall. "What the-?" Dean mumbled as he took in the old white dress. "What?" Y/N raised her brow in his direction. "That's normal." He snorted, pointing at the dress with his thumb.

"Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long" He scoffed in a judgemental tone as Sam sifted through the papers, shaking his head at his brothers amusement, "Alright, victim number one, Joan Edison, 43 years old, a realtor. Handling the sale of the hotel." Sam listed off as Dean took a seat across y/n on the creaky bed, almost falling from how low the drop was.

She snickered in amusement, taking a drag from her cigarette. "And victim number two was Larry Williams. Moving some stuff out to Goodwill" Sam finished. "Well, there's a connection, they're both tied up in shutting the place down" Y/N pointed out as she let the smoke out of her nose. "Yeah. Maybe someone here doesn't wanna leave. And they're using hoodoo to fight back" Sam suggested.

"But there are spirits here, that's for sure" Y/N added. A cheeky smile made its way onto Dean's lips, "You got th-"

"Dean, is you say ESP feeling one more time. I will put my cigarette out on your ass" She cut him off, threatening with a glare in his direction. Dean smirked in return at her empty threat, "Promise?" He smirked. Y/N's eyes widened at the flirtatious comment, "I will kick you in your balls." She warned.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" He retorted, looking her up and down in a teasing manner. Y/N's brows shot up at this, a surprised smile making it's way onto her face. She concluded with flipping him off, a dramatic middle finger pointed at the elder Winchester. Dean chuckled in amusement, "Wow, how mature. Real mature." Sarcasm laced his voice as he rolled his eyes, trying to suppress the amused grin on his lips.

Sam looked up from the paperwork in hand, raising his brow in their direction. "You two done flirting?" Sam questioned, a sly smirk on his face. Y/N choked on her smoke as soon as Sam piped up, coughing into the crease of her elbow. Both momentarily forgetting Sam was in the room, the two flirting idiots faces flushed with embarrassment but quickly schooled it.

Both flipping of Sammy, middle fingers aimed in his direction. Dean with both hands up and Y/N's hand propped on her knee. "Anyways!" Y/N changed the topic as she put the cigarette out in the ashtray provided by the hotel. "Who do you think our witch doctor is? That Susan lady?" She went back to the topic they were talking about prior.

"No, it doesn't seem likely. I mean, she's the one selling" Sam pointed out, shaking his head. "So, what then? Sherwin?" Dean suggested not too convinced, Sam frowned deeply, thinking for a second, "I don't know" He sighed, Dean looked down at his hands. "Of course, the most trouble question is, why do these people assume you two are gay?" Y/N piped up with a snicker, covering her mouth.

"Well, Dean is kind of bitch. They probably think he's overcompensating" Sam sassed, making y/n burst out in laughter for the umpteenth time for the day since they got here. "Burn!!" She cackled, moving over to the table to give Sam a high-five, which he returned. "Right" Dean muttered with a roll of his eyes, flashing his brother and friend a sarcastic smile.

Dean and Y/N were now walking down the hall of the first floor when y/n's eye caught something on a table pressed against the way. In a vase was a familiar symbol, "Hey" She whispered to Dean next to her, picking up the vase to show him. "Look at that. More Hoodoo" She pointed out the symbol Sam spotted outside that was craved into the rim of the vase. Next to the table was a door with the word, 'PRIVATE' in all caps on the door.

Dean looked around before gently knocking as y/n put the vase down, walking next to Dean. Susan opened the door to be greeted with smiles from the hunters, "Hi there" Dean said politely. "Hi. Everything okay with your room?" Susan asked a bit confused as to why they came knocking. "Yeah, yeah" They nodded in unison, "Yeah, everything's great" Y/N assured her, "Good" Susan smiled sweetly.

Dean curiously eyed the inside of the room as she cleared her throat awkwardly, "Well, I was just in the middle of packing, so..." Susan said attempting to dismiss the conversation when Dean spotted something, "Hey, are those antique dolls?" He asked curiously as he eyed the dozens of dolls on the wall. Y/N internally grimaced, gulping when she noticed them.

She always had a hatred for dolls, teddy bears were find but dolls scared the fuck outta her the same way clowns scared Sam. One or two were fine, but a whole room of them. She could shit her pants on the spot. "Cuz my girl here.." He chuckled, wrapping his arm around y/n's waist, pulling her closer to aid the act of being a couple, though he was secretly enjoying this.

Y/N however was wreathing on the inside, she loved the act of being a couple but constantly chanted Dean's words in her mind, 'It doesn't mean anything, it doesn't mean anything, it doesn't mean anything' but the flustered look on her face betrayed her.

"She's got a major doll collection back home. Don't you, baby? Huh." Dean exaggerated, a sly smirk on his face, enjoying the clear discomfort she projected when she saw the dolls. He pumped his eyebrows in a way to say, 'Just go with it'. Y/N shot him a subtle glare, gulping before resting her hand on his chest with a faux-smile towards Susan. "Big time" Y/N chimed in a feigned cheerful tone.

"Big time" Dean added with a wide smile, tracing circles on her hip with his thumb. She had to clear her throat again but not because of the dolls, but because of Dean's heavy hand that's planted firmly on her hip.

Lord, I'm begging, I'm gonna lose it. Give me the strength.

She internally prayed. She was never one to pray often but right now, she needed all the damn blessings because she would've hopped his ass in that goddamn hallway with the heat that was growing in between her thighs.

Susan gave them a confused smile at their nosey behavior but went along with it for the sake of professionalism. "Yeah. She could- well we could come in and take a look?" Dean asked Susan hopefully, she shook her head, "I don't know..." She said unsure causing y/n to feel relieved. only for that momentary relief to be taken away, "Please? I mean she loves them" Dean pleaded, making y/n's face drop again.

"She's not gonna tell you this. But she's always dressing em up in these little tiny outfits.." Dean chuckled as y/n shot him a very obvious glare now, pressing her nails slightly into his chest. He held back a wince covering it up with a slight cough, "..I mean, you'd make her day. She would. Huh? Huh?" Dean turned to Y/N with a sly smile, his hand now slowly dropping to her ass.

Y/N stiffened initially at this, clearing her throat again before relaxing into his touch, flashing Susan a tight smile. "It's true" She deadpanned. Dean turned back to Susan with a hopeful smile, "Okay, come on in" Susan smiled sweetly, moving aside so they can walk in, her back turnt to them. "Alright. Alright" Dean said excitedly, guiding y/n in with his hand placed at the small of her back.

She took his guidance, walking in first but a deadly glare pointed in his direction as he smirked wickedly, roughly shoving his hand off her back. The more they got into the room, the more dolls there seemed to be compared to the outside view. Dolls on the couch, the bed, everything damn surface in the room had a doll on it. "Wow. This is a lot of dolls" Dean commented looking around with scrunched eyebrows.

"I mean, they're nice, you know, they're not super creepy at all" He murmured lowly, earning a chuckle from Susan. "Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy" She said amused, crossing her arms over her chest. "But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value" She explained as y/n's eyes landed on a large replica of the hotel, she was taller than it by barely a couple of inches by the size of it. "What is this? The hotel?" Y/N asked curiously, pointing to the model.

"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built" Susan nodded as y/n walked around the back of it. She noticed a small plastic figurine on the ground behind the replica, bending down to pick it up. Her brows shot up as she looked at it, "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?" She asked curiously, giving Dean a knowing look before showing it to him. It was his turn for his brows to shoot up.

"Tyler, probably" Susan shrugged. "Mommy! Maggie's being mean" A little girl in a school uniform came into the room, pouting at Susan. "Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?" Susan said sternly to her daughter, "Hey, Tyler. I see you broke you doll. You want me to fix it?" Y/N said sweetly to the little girl, "I didn't break it. I found it like that" Tyler said walking closer to her. "Oh. Well uh, maybe Maggie did it" Y/N suggested in a soft tone with a little smile.

Dean smiled as she interacted with the young kid. "No. Neither of us did it. Grandma would get made if we broke them" Tyler insisted, "Tyler, she wouldn't get mad" Susan said softly, resting her hand behind her daughters head gently. "Grandma?" Dean chimed in. "Grandma Rose. These were all her toys" Tyler informed him. "Oh. Really? Where is Grandma Rose now?" Dean asked curiously, eyeing the dolls. "Up in her room" Tyler stated causally.

"You know, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible dolls-" Y/N attempted to find out more but, "No" Susan snapped quickly, earning puzzled looks from the hunters. "I mean.." She apologetically smiled, "..I'm afraid that's impossible. My mothers been very sick...and uh...she's not taking any visitors" Susan denied them access.

Now exiting the room, shutting the door behind them. "Well, what do you think? Dolls? Hoodoo? Mysterious shut-in Grandma?" Dean questioned as they made their way down the hall. "Well, doll are used in all kind of Voodoo and Hoodoo, like curses and binding spells and-" Y/N listed off but Dean cut her off. "Yeah, well maybe we found our witch doctor" He suggested.

"You know, I oughta slap you for that stunt" Y/N huffed, Dean snorted, turning to her with innocent eyes, "Paybacks a bitch, sweetheart. That's what you get for laughing at me" He teased as she crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Asshat" She scoffed, "Nutcase" He retorted with a smirk, she attempted to keep the serious look on her face but her mouth betrayed her, breaking out into a smile.

"Alright, I'll go see what I can dig up on Booming Granny. You tell Sam what we found, get on-line, check old obits, freak accidents. That sort of thing. See if she's whacked anybody before." Dean instructed her, y/n turnt to enter into Sam's room. "Right" She nodded. "Don't go surfing porn, that's not the kind of whacking I mean" Dean taunted, a smirk on his face as he walked off.

"Bitch, please. You'd like that" She countered with a wink, flipping Dean off before pushing Sam's door open.

"Hey, Sammy?" Y/N called out, gently rapping her knuckles against the door before walking into her friend's room. Inside, Sam was already sitting on the bed, skimming his computer. As usual. "Hey, what's up? Any luck?" Sam asked, glancing up from the screen of his computer. Y/N approached the bed, taking a seat before explaining what they found out about the grandma.

"Booming Granny?" Sam echoed, snickering at the cheesy name, Y/N shrugged in response, giving him a small smile. "It was your brother's words, not mine" She laughed. "Of course, sounds just like him" Sam chuckled, rolling his eyes. He then turned to face the computer again, as Y/N got more comfortable next to him on the bed.

Sam closed the laptop with a heavy sigh before saying, "I'm gonna go get something to eat, want anything?" He asked her, "Surprise me" She shrugged. Sam nodded before standing up. "Alright, I'll be back soon" He assured her, before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.

Y/N took the opportunity of solitude to lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She hadn't noticed how exhausted she actually was, the adrenaline from the hunt draining out of her, leaving her tired and worn out from the hours on the road. Deans confession about John telling him to kill her and Sam was weighing on her. But also Ava's disappearance. She could only imagine how much it was affecting Sam.

Her eyes scanned the room, flickering over to the mini bottles of alcohol on the mini fridge. She narrowed her gaze at it, contemplating whether to have a drink or not. It's been a while since she's had some hard liquor, it's always beers with the boys. Yeah, they were in the middle of a case but...."Why the hell not?" She muttered, pushing herself up from the bed before strolling over to it.

Y/N picked up one of the small glass bottles, reading the name, Jack Daniel Single Barrel Tennessee Whiskey. The whiskey reminded her of her father, Jack was always his favorite. "Huh" she muttered as she examined the bottle for a moment longer. Her heart twisted in her chest, y/n shook her head before unscrewing the top and taking a swig.

The strong, sharp taste instantly hit her tastebuds, causing her to recoil slightly. She swallowed the small mouthful and winced for a moment, the alcohol leaving a burning feeling in her throat, although she kind of liked the feeling. "I'll never know how those fellas do that with a straight face" She gagged, grimacing from the burn in her throat.

She sat the empty bottle back down on the fridge before taking a seat at the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh once again, glancing at the door to Sam's room, wondering when he would get back.

Y/N then got back up and reached for another bottle, unscrewing it before tossing the liquor down her throat. The burning feeling returned. She set the bottle back on the table and headed into the bathroom, turning on the tap and cupping the ice cold water in her hands, to wash her face.

The cold water was refreshing, helping her to wake up a bit more, and it also helped to quench the burning feeling in her throat.

An hour later and six mini bottles of Jack in. She was pretty drunk by this point, more drunk than she had been in a long time. More drunk than she intended to be. Y/N was currently sitting on the edge of the bed, her head feeling a bit dizzy and foggy, and her movements were a bit more uncoordinated and sloppy.

Sat at the window still once again, her mind raced a million miles as your, speeding up every time she brought the cigarette to her mouth. Inhaling the sweet yet bitter essence of the nicotine laced tobacco into her lungs.

Sam had finally returned with their food. He had walked in, holding two brown bags with take out in it along with two cups of soda. He was greeted with the sight of Y/N half-drunk, sitting alone on the edge of the window.

When he entered, she looked up at him and a goofy smile appeared on her face, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. He set the food down on the bedside table, giving her a knowing look. "You're drunk" He stated bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ahhhh, whatttt?" Y/N slurred defensively, waving her hand in a dismissive manner.

"I was gone for one hour and you managed to drink that much?" He gestured to the empty bottles in confusion. Y/N merely chuckled and shrugged, "I was bored" She retorted as she crushed the butt into the ashtray, causing him to roll his eyes with a slight scoff. "We're working a case, y/n" Sam chastised, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't be judgy, little Winchester. Join the party!" She exclaimed, wobbling over to the array of alcoholic selection, picking up a mini bottle of Gin before tossing it to Sam. "Gin because mentally, you're an old man" She teased her best friend. Sam caught the mini bottle, looking at it for a moment hesitation. Y/N was right, he could use a little bit of alcohol in his system, and he was definitely in need of a distraction from his thoughts.

"Very funny, y/n/n" he retorted dryly, a small smile playing on his lips as he unscrewed the top and took a swig, not reacting at the sharp taste. "Cheers" he muttered sarcastically. "Gahh" Sam grimaced, shaking his head from the sting, before resting the bottle down on the table. "You..." He pointed at y/n who still had a goofy smile plastered across her face.

"...are a bad influence" He snorted as he got a couple more bottle of the Gin. Y/N feigned a horrified gasp, her hand clutching her chest and her expression turning comically shocked. "Me? A bad influence? No way!" she responded, her voice full of mock-indignation as she feebly attempted to look offended by Sam's accusations.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing, the alcohol making her even more cheerful and carefree than usual. Y/N wobbled over to the bed, plopping onto it with a "Oof!" before resting her head against the headboard.

Sam shook his head laughing at her drunken state, grabbing the burrito and fries, handing y/n her bag and soda, taking up his own before sitting across from her on the bed. "Seriously though, when was the last time we ever drank together? Like gotten black out drunk?" She questioned curiously as she reached into her bag for a fry.

Sam seemed to think for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to remember. "It's been a while" he admitted, taking a bite out of his own burrito. "Probably before I left for Stanford". Y/N nodded, a knowing look crossed her face. "Ah, right" she said, taking a sip from her soda. "That was what...six years ago?" Sam's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the time, causing him to chuckle.

"Damn, has it really been that long?" He shook his head, not realizing how much time had flown by. "Oh I remember, it was senior prom!" She exclaimed, drunkenly laughing at the memory. "Right, right" Sam mused, a smile forming on his face at the memory. "You were so wasted" he laughed, shaking his head.

Y/N huffed at the comment, but couldn't help but smile too. "You weren't far behind, dipshit. You were just as wasted as I was" she retorted, giving him a playful shove. "Yeah, but I wasn't the one who almost spewed chunks in Dean's car when he dragged our asses out, crackhead" Sam retorted with a cackle.

Y/N rolled her eyes, groaning at the memory of her drunken teenage self in the passenger seat of the Impala, on the verge of puking her guts out - thanks to too many trips to the spiked punch bowl and a lack of food.

"Yeah, yeah yeah, whatever" she grumbled, taking another fry and shoving it in her mouth, trying to hide the embarrassment that had appeared on her face. "You were acting like an idiot all night, trying to get everybody onto the dance floor" he chuckled, shaking his head. "You were worse than a high school cheerleader" he teased, causing y/n to scoff and nudge him with her shoulder.

"I was a highschool cheerleader!" She laughed. "Yeah, I remember" Sam chuckled. "You used to wave those little orange and black pom poms around like your life depended on it" he joked, causing her to throw a fry at his face. "I wasn't the one that told Cindy Wu her hair looks like a peacock. I mean who tells the girl they wanna bang that they look like a peacock!" She retorted with a scoff.

Sam coughed as he was shotting another bottle of Gin, "Hey, cut me some slack, I was plastered" Sam defended himself, a sheepish grin on his face. "Besides, in my mind, it was a compliment because peacocks are beautiful and she looked beautiful" Sam muttered, the alcohol loosening his tongue. Y/N couldn't help but snicker, "That's sweet but your execution was terrible." She snorted.

This time, she was the one who got a fry tossed at her by it landed right in the middle of her boobs, laying between her cleavage. Sam bursted out laughing, almost choking in his burrito at y/n's unamused expression. His laughter was filled with disgust and amusement as y/n just casually picked the fry from between her breasts and popped it into her mouth.

The two best friends reminiscing on their high-school days once again.

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Hours later, it was now nightfall. Dean had gotten back from his search for information on Rose, Susan's mother, having come up short. Only to see the front of the motel was swarming with police cars. Coroners were wheeling out a dead body as Susan spoke to the police, clearly shaken. Sam and Y/N, who were plastered and still in his room, pushed the curtains aside to get a look of the scene.

Looks of despair on both of their faces. Y/N roughly closed the curtain, tears in her eyes along with Sam. The alcohol had taken full effect on the two, their minds running wild with the events and trauma they've all been through the past two years alone, not to mention the shit they've endured growing up. But the most potent emotion, guilt.

Dean was still downstairs on the front porch, looking baffled, approaching Susan to find out what was going on. "What happened?" He asked her concerned. "Uh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets, and he was just....hanging there" Susan explained, clearly shaken from the events of the night. "That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asked sympathetically.

"He worked for the company that bought the place" Susan confirmed, red flags went off in Dean's head at this. "Hm" He hummed, "I don't understand" Susan stressed, "What?" Dean questioned, "Had a lot of bad luck around here." She sighed as Dean nodded, his brows knitted together, the woman seemed genuinely shaken from everything.

His gut told him that she couldn't be the witch doctor, "Look, if you'd like to check out, I'll give you a full refund" Susan said to him understandingly. "No, thanks. I don't scare that easy" Dean assured her with a small smile.

Sam and Y/N were sitting in the dark. Sam on the chair across from her, y/n's feet propped up on his lap, both wallowing in silence, the door to Sam's room wide open, the key still on his door. They were both slouched in their chairs as Dean made his way into the room, taking out the key before locking the door behind him. "There's been another one. Some guy hung himself in his room" Dean told them urgently.

"Yeah, we saw" Y/N said weakly, slouched in her chair. Dean didn't notice the lack of energy from the two as he unzipped the bag of weapons on Sam's bed, rummaging through it, "We gotta figure this out and fast. What'd you guys find out about, Granny?" Dean asked firmly, Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother. Displeased by his tone, y/n scoffed.

Also not liking the way Dean is speaking to them as if they were children who needed to follow orders.

"You're bossy" The truth spilled from Sam's lips with a scoff, Dean's ears perked up at this, expecting this from y/n but not Sam. His head snapped over to them, brows knitted together. "What?" Dean tilted his head, "He said, you're bossy" Y/N stated sassily, spreading her arms out as if it's obvious. Sam's eyes scanned his brother before giggling, "And short" Sam added as Y/N joined in on his giggling, pressing her hands over her mouth.

"Are you two drunk?" Dean said in realization as he looked at them weirdly, Sam mimicked the way y/n spread her arms out earlier, "Yeah. So?" Sam sassed. "Stupid" Y/N quipped up, poking her tongue out at Dean in a childish manner. He placed his hands on his hips, letting out as exasperated sigh before turning to the mini bar above the fridge to see several empty bottles of whiskey, jager, gin. The works.

"Guys, what are you thinking? We're working on a case" Dean said in a tone of disappointment. He was beyond taken back by their disregard for the case. Sure they'd all drink and hang out together, but it would usually be after a case. Not in the middle of it. It was unlike any of them and this worried him.

Tears welled in their eyes, y/n's lip quivered as she and Sam looked at each other. Guilt rising in their chests, "That guy who hung himself....we couldn't save him" Sam croaked, shifting in his chair. "What are you talking about? You didn't know. You couldn't have done anything about it" Dean said confused. "That's an excuse, Dean" Y/N huffed, taking her feet off of Sam's lap to turn to Dean.

Now getting a proper look at her from the light shining through the window and casting onto her face. Her teary eyes, the mascara dripping down her face, it shattered his heart. His face dropped as he took in her usual joyful features, etched with sorrow. "We should've found a way to save him. We should've saved Ava too" Y/N stated, her tone pained.

"Yeah. Well you can't save everyone. Even you said that" Dean said firmly, walking over to them. This made Sam snap, pounding his fist against the table in anger. "No, Dean! You don't understand alright! The more people we save, the more we can change!" Sam insisted, his voice coated with distress. Dean is surprised his his outburst. "Change what?" Dean questioned.

"Our destiny, Dean!" Y/N shouted, as Sam wiped his tears away. Dean shook his head at them, "Alright, time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch, you too Princess" Dean rolled his eyes, picking up his brother, wrapping y/n's arm around shoulder to help her up. He tried to lead Sam to the bed, "I need you to watch out for us." Sam pleaded. "Yeah. I always do" Dean said firmly, groaning a bit from both of their weights.

"No, no, no" Y/N said quickly, shaking her head. Taking her arm off of him. Both her and Sam now facing him. "You have to watch out for us." She emphasized on the 'watch out', meaning to not take care of them, but be weary of them. "Alright? And if we ever turn into something that we're not...." She tried to say but the words could leave her lips.

A lump forming in her throat as Dean looked at his little brother and the woman he loved with heartbreak in his eyes at them practically begging him to kill them. Sam swallowed hard before saying,

"...you have to kill us" Sam finished y/n's sentence, the pain potent in his voice. "Sam, Y/N" Dean groaned, attempting to push Sam on the bed. "Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to do!" Sam growled at his brother. Pushing him back, this made y/n almost stumble off her feet but Dean grappled her, wrapping his arm around his waist to steady her, "Yeah. Well Dad's an ass!" Dean snapped back.

This surprised Sam and y/n, "He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that. You don't lay that kind of crap on your kids!" Dean further defended why he shouldn't kill them, "I'm not sorry to admit that John was an ass and so was Dad but he was right to say it! Who knows what we might become!" Y/N blurted out honestly, her voice cracking.

"Even now, everyone around me dies!" Sam shouted with frustration. "Yeah, well. I'm not dying. Neither is y/n and neither are you, okay?" Dean stated firmly. "Come on, both of you. Sit down" Dean shoved them onto the bed but they didn't let go of him. "No, please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it" Sam pleaded, "Promise, Dean, please" Y/N pleaded along with Sam.

Gripping onto Dean's arm. The desperation in both of their eyes. "Don't ask that if me" Dean croaked. "Dean, please. You have to promise" Sam sobbed. "You pinky promised me that you weren't gonna do anything stupid if we died. Now you have to promise us this" Y/N begged, sniffling back her tears. "I promise" Dean grunted out, not meaning it what so ever. Only saying it to get them into bed.

"Thanks" Y/N sniffled, choking on her sobs. "Thank you" Sam sobbed along with her, gripping onto Dean. He rolled his eyes at this before shoving his brother onto the bed to lie down. Sam turned in the bed, laying on his stomach. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get back to our room" Dean sighed, helping her up from the bed. He grappled her before tossing her over his shoulder.

She yelped in surprise, not expecting that but she wasn't complaining. Dean gave his little brother one last sorrowful look before locking the door behind him. Walking across the hall with y/n still over his shoulder, her arms spread in an eagle position saying, "Weeeee. I'm an airplaneee" Dean shook his head at this as he stuck the key in, unlocking the door.

Christ this woman is bipolar. He thought to himself as he twisted the knob, pushing the door open.

He locked the door behind him after walking in, moving over to their bed, gently resting her on it. She attempted to lie down but Dean stopped her, "Ah, ah, ah. We gotta get that mascara off your face first. Wouldn't want you to break out now, would we?"

"Oh, c'mon. Can we worry about it in the morning?" Y/N whined, rubbing her puffy red burning eyes with the sides of her curled index finger like a baby, causing her mascara to spread more under her eyes. She just wanted sleep. Dean rolled his eyes at her, "Yeah, no. You'll be pissed in the morning that you didn't take off your makeup" Dean chuckled as he rummaged through her duffle to find the pack of makeup wipes.

He grabbed the pack and stood in-front of her where she was sat in the bed, tearing one out. He grabbed her chin, turning head to get a good look at her makeup. "Good lord, how much makeup did you use?" He muttered in disbelief, Y/N giggled at the comment. "Mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. If I could use more, I would Gaga my face. God knows I wish I knew how to do pretty make up like those gorgeous models" She slurred, gushing over pretty models.

"You're prettier than they are, princess" He smiled, rubbing her cheek with the wipe to get it off. She giggled again, letting out a very unladylike piglike snort which oddly made Dean's heart flutter, "I bet you say that to all the girls, don't you?" She teased, raising a brow at him. He smirked at her question, "Nope, only you" He answered sincerely as he dabbed the wet makeup wipe over her cheeks. The mascara's stubbornness getting to him.

Y/N smiled at that, biting her lip. His heart fluttered at this, "Cute. Now hold still while I attempt to get this god damn mascara off of your pretty face" he chuckled, rubbing away on her cheek. "Now you're just trying to make my head big" She giggled. "You're already cocky as hell. I doubt I could make your ego bigger" He teased, gripping her chin, tilting her head back a bit so he could get a better angle to get the mascara off of her lashes.

"I mean what's there not to be cocky about? I'm beautiful, sexy, funny, badass, can kick any guy's ass" She smirked smugly, listing each trait with a flick of her fingers with clear sarcasm. Dean chuckled at her confidence, shaking his head. "Don't forget humble" He teased, now moving to her other eye, making sure to get it all off.

"Oh, I forgot humble" She replied, mockingly. "How could I forget my most important trait?!" She continued to mock, fluttering her lashes, making him chuckle again. Y/N took pride in the fact that she could always make him smile or laugh whenever she teased him, even in a time like this. And it was the same with Dean.

Her mind drifted to what she and Sam just made Dean promise, she might be drunk but she wasn't an idiot. She knew Dean didn't mean that whatsoever, partly because he didn't lock pinkies on it. It was the most sacred vow there is.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he tossed the wipe away, "There, all done" He declared, satisfied. "Can I lie down now?" She groaned, just wanting to rest. "Nope" He replied, kneeling down in-front of her to unbuckle her combat boots. He took one show off at a time, tossing it aside before grabbing her legs and moving her so that she was lying down on the bed.

He picked up the right shoe, taking out the iron knuckle cuffs and the new knife he got for her. Smiling at the fact that she never left anywhere without it. He rested them down on the bedside table before stripping off his jacket. He got into the bed, laying down next to her. "You didn't mean it...did you?" Y/N asked him softly, laying on her side, facing him as he pulled the covers over them.

"Mean what?" He responded, turning on his side to look at her. He gently pushed a strand of loose hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach when he did this, "What me and Sam made you promise." She teared up. "You can't do it can you. You can't kill us" She said knowingly.

A frown spread on his lips, seeing her tear up made his heart ache even more. He knew that his answer wouldn't be the one she wanted but he had to be honest with her. He reached over to her cheek, cupping it in his hand, "No. I could never" He said quietly, pain seeping into his voice.

A look of heartbreak crossed his face. This got him emotional too, he knew that killing Sam or her would tear him apart. He didn't want to do it, not at all. The thought of ever killing them made his heart break. He didn't want to even think of a day ever came where he had to kill the people he loved, no, not at all.

She sniffled, reaching up to wipe her nose. "I figured" Y/N croaked. "Hey, don't cry. Please don't cry" He pleaded, seeing her tears fall down her cheek broke him in two. He hated seeing her cry, it hurt him so much. He leaned closer to her, holding his arm out for her. "C'mere" He said quietly, hoping that she would crawl into his arms. Feeling the need to comfort her. Y/N blushed deeply, her mouth agape. "Are you sure-?"

"God yes, please" He said desperately. He hated that she thought that she needed permission. He needed her close to him, he needed to hold her. "Please. I need to hold you, princess" He said hoarsely, he was begging. Vulnerable wasn't the best word to describe how Dean was feeling right about now.

She saw the desperation in his eyes, knowing that he really did need to hold her. She bit her lip, nodding. She quickly scooted over to him, pressing her face to his chest and grabbing onto his shirt. He wasted no time, he immediately wrapped his own arms around her, holding her as close to him as possible.

He buried his face into her hair, taking in the smell of her coconut shampoo and tobacco that he loved, it was mixed with the barrel-y scent of the whiskey she was drunk off of. His body relaxed slightly, now that she was safely tucked into his embrace. "You cuddle with all your friends?" She quipped jokingly, wiping her nose again.

"Only the cute ones" He smirked, gently rubbing his hand up and down her back, hoping that would soothe her. She let out a sniffly laugh in response, he felt her smile against his chest.

God he wanted to kiss her, but never in a million years would he do it in a time like now. Not when she wasn't sober. He wouldn't take advantage of her, or any woman, in a state like this, it was wrong. She was drunk, intoxicated to the point she was begging him, along with his brother, to put a bullet in their heads. That was in-no-way consent even if she did jump his bones and begged for it. He wouldn't do that.

But having her in his arms right now...it was more than he deserved. He was beyond content. It was the touch Dean craved, the warmth he was starved from for years and years.

Y/N cuddled up to him, nuzzling her face into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The heat was radiating off of him, it was very comforting. More comforting than the blanket tossed over them. She nuzzled her nose against his chest, inhaling his musky scent. And good god he smelt so damn good. She wanted to kiss him so bad, the alcohol had loosened her up. She wanted desperately to feel his lips on hers.

Feeling her nuzzle up to him like a cat was endearing to him but not helpful to his racing heart. It didn't help that she was so damn close to him, cuddled up to his body. Every time she would nuzzle against him, it would remind him of how much he needed her. It was a selfish act of him tonight but part of his mind told him that she too was in need of someone to hold her.

Whether it be she didn't feel the same way about him, he had to hold it in, shoving back his urges of holding her tight, kissing her all over. But instead, he whispered sweet praises to her till she fell asleep as his mind swirled with the remnants of the night and the past two years. The promise he made to them, the one he didn't intent on keeping.

After she fell asleep, Dean gently pried her off of him. Slowly picking up his jacket and his phone before tiptoeing his way over to the door. With the way he was moving, you'd swear they just hooked up and he was trying to beat it before she woke up. But it was farrrr from the truth. He gave her one last look, a soft smile on his face at the way she snuggled into the pillow, incoherently mumbling before he shut the door behind him.

Making his way downstairs, around the hotel. He stumbled on a bar in the building, Sherwin behind the counter. "Find any good antique?" Sherwin chimed as Dean made his way towards the counter. "Uh...no. No. Got distracted" Dean answered a bit flustered. "Have a drink" Sherwin offered, taking up a rocks glass from the side before unscrewing a bottle of whiskey, pouring some into the glass.

"Yeah. Thanks" Dean said gratefully, in definite need of a drink after the night he had, taking a seat at the bar. "So, poor guy. Hmm, killing himself" Dean casually made conversation. "That kind of thing seems to be going around lately" Sherwin shrugged, taking up his own glass as Dean gripped his. "Yeah, yeah. I heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is uh...cursed or something" Dean said ironically as he brought the glass to his lips.

Sipping the dark alcohol, "Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those room they've checked into" Sherwin said in an eery tone before bringing his glass to his lips. "You know a lot about the place, don't you?" Dean chuckled lowly, giving Sherwin a once over at his statement. "Down to the last nail" Sherwin bragged confidently, examining his drink.

"I'd love to here some stories" Dean smirked, "Boy, you should never say that to an old man" Sherwin returned the smirk in a cocky tone.

They were now walking up the stairs leading to the first floor as Sherwin pointed out to the pictures hanging on the wall, "This is little Miss Susan and her mother, Rose. Happier days" Sherwin reminisced, a sorrowful look on his face. "They're not happy now?" Dean asked curiously at his tone. "Well, would you be, leaving the only home you ever knew?" Sherwin asked ironically, Dean shrugged. "I don't know. I never really knew one" He stated.

His mind going back to the few memories he had of a normal childhood before it was snatched from him. "Well, this is Rose's home. It's been in the family over a century. Used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard and they tear this place down" Sherwin informed him with a scoff as Dean clicks his tongue. "That's too bad." He sighed, "I hear Rose isn't feeling well either." Dean added as they turned to walk back down the stairs.

"No. She isn't." Sherwin shook his head. "What's wrong with her?" Dean asked. "It's not my business to say" Sherwin stated firmly, Dean hummed when his eye caught an old picture of a little girl sitting on the lap of a woman of Creole descent, "Who's this?" He asked, pointing to the picture. "That's Rose. When she was a little girl" Sherwin told him, taking up the picture.

Deans eyes widened when he saw a pendant hanging around the woman's neck in the picture, the necklace was the same X-like symbol Sam spotted on the urn and Y/N spotted in the vase.

"Who's that with her?" Dean asked with wide eyes, recollecting himself. "That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother." Sherwin informed Dean, who gulped as Sherwin paced over to the fireplace, resting the frame right in the middle above it.

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The next morning, Y/N stirred in her sleep. Waking up with a pounding headache in her head, the sunlight shining through the curtains was not helping. She rolled onto her back, reaching up to shield her eyes. Sitting up in bed, rubbing her temples in pain. Looking around the room lazily, noticing that Dean wasn't there.

She tried to remember anything that happened last night but suddenly her stomach turned, the overwhelming need to throw up hit her out of nowhere. Her eyes widened, "No, no, no" Y/N murmured to herself, crawling out of bed. Quickly throwing off the blanket before racing to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. She was now hunched over, emptying last nights burrito into the toilet bowl.

She felt sick to her stomach as her body tried to purge the alcohol from her system. She clutched onto the toilet bowl, holding onto it like it was her lifeline. A knock at the door snapped her out of her puking just for a second, lazily wiping her mouth to weakly answer, "Who is it?"

"Uh, it's me. Sam" Sam's croaky voice came through the other side. "It's open, I think". Y/N groaned, laying her forehead on the rim of the toilet. Sam twisted the knob, pushing the door open before practically limping in. Just as hungover and sick as Y/N, if not, worse.

"You look like crap" He groaned while gripping his head. "Yeah? You look worse" She replied, lifting her head up weakly. Sam chuckled despite the pain in his head, he couldn't help but laugh a little. "I actually came to ask if you got Tylenol" Sam said, Y/N weakly pointed to her duffle. "Thanks. God, I feel like my head is going to burst" Sam muttered, rubbing his temple while he closed the door.

Y/N groaned in agreement, her body suddenly hurled again. She leaned forwards once more, letting her stomach empty itself. He would go over there and hold her hair for her, but Y/N's puking started to make Sam himself feel sick, that burrito in his stomach threatening to make a guest appearance.

While Y/N was vomiting her guts up, Sam tried to hold back his urges to throw up himself, but every time he heard her gag and puke, it made his stomach twist itself into knots. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his stomach from vomiting himself. "Remind me to never take advice from you again when it comes to drinking" He groaned as he unscrewed the bottle of pills, the sensation of puke creeping up his throat.

He didn't even get to take any out because soon after, Sam's tall figure was hunched over the sink next to y/n, now barfing his guts out. Y/N let out a small choked laugh at the sound of Sam puking next to her. She was miserable, but the thought of Sam and herself, puking side by side in the bathroom made her find a little humor in this situation.

They both kneeled on the tiled floor, hunched over the sink and toilet. Both puking violently, letting their bodies retch up the alcohol. God why did they do this?

The door creaked open and in walked Dean with an amused expression on his face as the sounds of Sam and Y/N puking their livers out. "How you feeling Sammy and y/n/n?" Dean chuckled as he stripped his jacket off. "I guess mixing whiskey, gin and jager wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?" Dean poked fun at the two, tossing his jacket on the bed.

"You know, I'll bet you two don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" He snorted, but was secretly hopeful they didn't remember making him promise to kill them if they go dark side. Especially his little moment of vulnerability cuddle session with y/n. "I can still taste the tequila." Sam groaned before returning to barfing. Dean cackled at this, enjoying this way too much.

"I don't even remember drinking tequila" Y/N whined, pressing her head on the bowl. Dean nodded content at this, internally cheering that neither of them remembered a thing. "You know, there's a really good hangover remedy. It's uh...it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in y/n's dirty ashtray" Dean continued to mock them, the mischievous smirk on his face widening as they groaned again, this time more painfully.

"Oh, I hate you!" Sam huffed between barfs. "I know you do" Dean snorted, "Go to hell, man" Y/N groaned, banging her already pounding head repeatedly on the toilet rim, making Dean cackle even more. He walked to the door to inform them, "Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a Hoodoo necklace...ugh" He groaned when he smelt the inside of the bathroom.

"So you think she taught Rose Hoodoo?" Y/N croaked, turning her head to the elder Winchester. "Yes, I do" Dean nodded. Sam steadied his breathing, "Alright" He sighed before pushing himself up from the sink, leaning against the doorframe. "I think it's time we talk to Rose" Sam breathed out heavily, his face flushed as Dean grimaced from the scent of his breath.

"Ugh, you need to brush your teeth first" Dean gagged, moving back over to get the Tylenol that Sam tossed on the bed. He emptied four into his hand before pacing over to the fridge as Sam went to limp out of the room. "Yo" He stopped his brother, tossing him the bottle of Tylenol. Sam quickly caught the bottle before muttering a, "Thank you", shaking the contents in the bottle before limping out of the room, clutching his stomach.

Dean turnt to a hunched over and dry heaving y/n who was still infront of the toilet, walking into the rancid smelling bathroom. He crouched down, a bottle of water in his hand and the four Tylenol tablets. He placed the bottle next to her on the floor, gently rubbing her back with his free hand. "It's alright, Princess. Let it out" He softly encouraged her, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Come on, sit up" He said, keeping his voice kind and calm. Y/N gently sat back up, resting her back against the porcelain bowl. Her breaths trembled. Dean held the bottle of water to her lips, softly commanding her to drink. "Drink" He ordered gently, sweat beading down her forehead in beads. She gulped the water down greedily, trying to cleanse her mouth of the repulsive taste of acid and alcohol, spitting some into the bowl.

Dean pulled the bottle away from her lips, grabbing a strip of toilet roll and handing it to her. "Blow your nose" He said in a tone softer than the previous one. She weakly did as she was told, blowing her nose into toilet tissue. Dean opened his hand with the four Tylenol and held them up to her face, "Take these" He ordered. She looked at the pills in his hand before looking up at him.

"I'm gonna vomit again, you know" She croaked in an annoyed tone. Dean chuckled lightly at this, "You got anything left in your stomach to throw up?" He responded in a somewhat mocking tone, making her roll her eyes to his face.

Dean smiled slightly, "I'm just teasing you, alright? Come one, take them. They'll help with the pain" He insisted, gently shaking the capsules in his hand. Y/N groaned, begrudgingly opening her mouth for Dean to place it on her tongue. Dean did exactly that, handing her the water bottle. "Good girl" He smirked, patting her knee.

Y/N swallowed the pills with the water and leaned her head back against the bowl, closing her eyes as she steadied her breathing. She groaned once more, opening her eyes to glance at Dean. He studied her, examining how wrecked she looked. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, feeling bad for her current state. He watched her face, silently admiring the way her eyebrows were now slightly furrowed in concentration.

Probably trying not to puke again. He couldn't help but think that she even looked beautiful like this. Even in a hungover, sick state she was still drop-dead gorgeous. He felt his heart twist in his chest, aching to pull her into his hold again. He mentally slapped himself, Get a grip, Dean. His brain scolded him, She's in pain, you should be taking care of her. Not staring at her like a damn love sick teenager.

"I am never drinking again" She moaned as Dean sat back next to her. She dropped her head on his shoulder with a weak whine. Dean chuckled at her statement before pulling her head into his lap, gently resting her head on his thighs. She didn't protest to this, being too damn tired and sore to care. "You've said that before, y/n/n" He mocked her, she weakly slapped his thigh in response, making him smirk.

"Shhh" He silenced her, placing his hand on her forehead before threading his fingers through her hair. She groaned a little when he started to gently massage your scalp, but it felt so good. She closed her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging her head. "God that feels good" She admitted, her body relaxing as he continued massaging her aching head.

"I know it does. I'm good with my hands" He mused in response, his smirk widening. She just groaned again, but he could tell she was amused by his comment. Thankfully her head was on his lap, so he couldn't see how flustered she was by his comment. His hand continued to tenderly stroke her scalp, massaging and soothing the stress from the headache. Y/N bit back a powerful moan from the way his touch sent shivers down her spine.

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A little later after Sam and Y/N recollected themselves, they were now in-front of the room marked 'PRIVATE'. Sam brought his knuckles up to the door, gently rapping on it. "Hello? Susan?" Sam called out, as Dean and Y/N canvassed the area with their eyes. Making sure no one was in sight, "Clear?" Sam asked them, "Mm-hmm" Dean hummed, y/n took initiative and crouched infront of the door.

The brothers used their bodies to block her from view as she picked her Bobby pin out of her hair, beginning to pick the lock, shimming the pin into the small hole. Within seconds, she got it opened and twisted the now unlocked knob. Pushing the door in, she made her way in first, then Sam and Dean filed in behind. Dean was last to enter, locking the door behind him.

"Holy fuck, you guys were not lying" Sam muttered as he took in the dozens dolls in the room. "It's fucking creepy." Y/N grimaced with a uncomfortable shiver, earning an amused snort from Dean. They scammed the room, moving over to a door as the other side. Dean gently twisted the knob, pushing the door in. The passageway lead to some stairs.

They followed behind him, slowly walking up the flight of stairs, seemingly leading them to an hall. At the end of it, was a slightly jarred door with light gleaming through it. Sam and Y/N checked behind them to make sure no one was following as Dean lead the way towards the room. He gently pushed the door open, revealing an elderly woman with her back turnt to them, in a wheelchair. Seemingly Rose.

"Mrs. Thompson?" Y/N called out to Rose gently, she didn't answer for y/n called out again. "Mrs. Thompson?" Her tone dropped, feeling that chill at the back of her neck again. This time it was hard to ignore, she's beginning to doubt it's even Hoodoo. "Rose?" Sam said quietly as they all made their way around to look at the woman. Y/N offered the feeble woman a small smile, crouching infront of her.

"Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you, it's okay. We-" Sam said in a kind and gentle tone but her eyes were trained out the window with fear. "Rose?" Y/N said gently as the woman began to shake just a bit, softly grunting in response. Y/N and Sam shared a look, picking up on why Rose couldn't respond. Sam nodded his head to the door, nudging them to follow him. "This woman's had a stroke" Sam pointed out.

Deans brows furrowed, "Yeah, but Hoodoo's hands on" Dean also pointed out, now realizing she couldn't be their witch doctor. "Yeah" Y/N nodded. "You gotta mix herbs and chant, build and altar" He added. "So it can't be Rose. And honestly, I doubt it's even Hoodoo" She said to them honestly, earning confused looks from them. "You know, she could be faking" Dean doubted the possibility.

"Yeah, but what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?" Sam scoffed but by the look on Dean's face, it seemed like that's exactly what he wanted to do. "Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick!" Y/N muttered lowly in a disapproving tone. "I'm sorry fellas, but this dead end proves my theory. It's definitely a spirit. I'm telling you" Y/N insisted and the boys couldn't deny.

"Okay, if it is then who's is it?" Dean questioned, "I got no clue but we gotta look into anybody else who's di-" Y/N attempted to suggest but Susan's voice boomed behind them, "What the hell? What are you doing in here?", before rushing over to her mother upon seeing the three.

"We just wanted to talk to Rose-"

"The door was open-"

"I thought I heard-"

They all panicked with three different response each, "She's scared out of her wits" Susan said shakily as she leaned down to check on her mother. "I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops" Susan threatened them firmly, eyes wide with anger at the invasion of privacy. They all shared a panicked look so y/n took initiative and snatched the boys by their wrists. Ushering them out of the room, they gladly followed behind.

Susan watched as the Impala and Harley peeled out of her hotel parking lot, arms crossed as she gritted her teeth. Making sure they left before walking back into her hotel.

Tyler sat above playing with her friend Maggie as her mother walked in, "Have you started packing yet?" Susan asked, resting her hands on her hips. "No" Tyler responded lowly. "Why not?" Susan asked again, this time more firmly. "I don't wanna move" Tyler pouted. "Yes, I know. But we have to" Susan sighed, "But Maggie says we're not allowed to" Tyler back talked.

"Tyler, enough. Maggie is imaginary. You're too old to have an imaginary friend and I am done pretending" Susan snapped angrily, before walking off. Tyler turned to Maggie with a depressed look, "I don't like her" Maggie snarled, her spirit flickering. Clear indication that there in fact was a spirit in the hotel. Maggie was that spirit.

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Susan was almost done loading up most of her boxes belongings into the trunk of her car, currently resting the last brown box into her car as Sherwin pulled up in his red truck. "I could lug those boxes for you" He kindly offered, "I got it, Sherwin. Thanks" Susan politely assured with a smile. "Okay, then. See you later" Sherwin responded with a smile before driving away.

Meanwhile Tyler was playing upstairs in the private room with the replica of the hotel when suddenly one of the swings on the mini swing set on the replica started to swing on its own. This caught her attention.

Back downstairs, Susan slammed her trunk downwards, locking it as the outside of the hotel became windy, leaves flying around. She took a deep breath as the area became chilly, clutching her coat to her body when the swing set in the yard began squeaking, swinging on its own. She began to walk closer to the play area, her eyes widening when the seesaw in the yard began moving back and forth on its own.

Behind her, the engine of her car started suddenly, no one behind the wheel. Susan had yet to notice this, her focus on the seesaw as she brought her hand up to stop its movements. Confused by all that's happening. Susan became even more startled when the merry-go-round began spinning violently, again, on its own. Her heart began racing with fear, tears streaming down her face as she stumbled backwards.

That's when her car started racing towards her, Susan was terrified, running in the opposite direction but the car was gaining on her, luckily Sam tackled her, shoving her out of the way and into safety causing the car to miss Susan and crash into a trees. "You okay?" Sam asked her concerned and out of breath. "I think so" Susan gasped out as Dean and Y/N appeared, helping Susan up in a hurry. "Come on, let's get inside. Let's go, come on" Dean told her urgently.

Sam helped Susan in, his hands on her shoulder comfortingly as they walked to the bar of the hotel. "Whiskey" Susan breathed out, heaving with fear. "Sure. I know the feeling" Y/N muttered, giving Sam a knowing look before pacing over to the whiskey at the bar counter. "What the hell happened out there?" Susan asked, shaken as she sat at a table in the bar.

"You want the truth?" Dean huffed, "Of course" Susan stressed. "Well, at first we thought it was some sort of Hoodoo curse. But that out there?" Dean pointed to the yard, "That was definitely a spirit" He sighed, his eyes wandering to y/n who was walking back with a glass of whiskey in her hands. "Here you go hun" Y/N said gently, handing Susan the glass, who was looking at Dean with wild eyes.

"You're insane" Susan gasped before gulping down the liquor, "Eh, it's been said" Dean shrugged, "Look, I'm sorry Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this. But we need to know when your mother had the stroke" Sam said apologetically as Susan swallowed the whiskey, tears flowing down her face. She looked between them confused,"What does that have to do with-"

"Just answer the question" Sam interrupted her, "Uhh- about a month ago" Susan responded, her tone shaky. Dean and Sam nodded in realization, "Right before the killings began." Y/N said knowingly before looking at Dean with a face that said 'I told you so'. "See? What if Rose was working Hoodoo but not to hurt anyone, but to protect them?" Y/N suggested. "She was using the five-spot urns to ward off the spirit" Dean agreed.

"Right. Until she had her stroke and she couldn't anymore" Sam added, Susan was bewildered by all of this. "I don't believe this" Susan gasped shaking her head, causing Dean to roll his eyes, not having the time for this. "Listen sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay" Dean huffed as y/n raised her brows at his statement. "I mean, I guess it did but the spirit can- Forget it" Dean attempted to explain but cut himself off at the end.

"Just believe what you want, alright. But bathe fact if, you and your family are in danger." Sam tried to warn her gently, taking a seat across from her. "Alright? So you need to clear everybody out of here. Your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone" Y/N added calmly, listing off who she needed to clear out. "Um...I only have one daughter" Susan informed them, furrowing her brows.

The hunters became confused at this, "One?" Sam questioned, confused, "I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie" Dean pointed out, "Yeah, I saw her when we first checked in. The little blonde girl who bumped into me with Tyler and- Oh my-" Y/N added before realization dawned on her. Placing a hand over her mouth, internally cursing herself for not realizing it sooner. "What? No, Maggie's imaginary!" Susan shook her head, the three shared a knowing and scared look at this. "Where's Tyler?" Sam asked urgently.

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Upstairs in the attic, Maggie stood in front of a feeble Rose, who looked terrified, grunting in pain. "She's going to stay here with me. And you can't stop me. There's nothing you can do about it" Maggie taunted Rose with a sadistic smile, "Maggie, don't. You're not supposed to bother Grandma" Tyler appeared in the doorway, whispering to Maggie, unaware of the danger she was in.

"I know. Come on. Let's play" Maggie smirked, moving towards Tyler. "Can we have a tea party?" Tyler asked hopefully. "We can have lots of tea parties. Forever and ever and ever" Maggie continued to taunt Rose as she exited in an unease tone.

Susan, Sam, Dean and Rose ran up the stairs. Susan opened the door to the private room, screaming, "Tyler!" As she burst in, only to be met with all of the dolls on the floor, broken and battered. Heads, arms, limbs everywhere from the dolls. "Oh, my God. Tyler!" Susan gasped terrified, rushing up to the room above where Rose was as Sam, Dean and Y/N searched the private room. Y/N grimaced, gulping at the broken dolls on the floor.

Can't blame the spirit there, it was fucking creepy. She thought to herself.

"She's not here!" Susan yelled hysterical, running back into the room. "Hun. Tell us what you know about Maggie" Y/N said in a gentle but urgent tone. "Uh...not much. Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick." Susan panicked. "Okay. Did you ever know anyone by that name?" Sam asked. "Uh. No." Susan shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed.

"Think. Think, I mean, somebody that could've lived here. Might have passed away" Dean urged her. Susan thought for a second until something clicked in her head, "Oh my god, my mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her b-" She stuttered, "Did Margaret happen die here when she was a kid?" Y/N asked again. "She drowned in the pool." Susan informed them. They all shared a knowing look again.

"Come on" Dean said urgently to them all. Running out of the room, heading down to the pool.

On the railings above the pool, Maggie and Tyler stood on the edge, gripping onto the railing behind them. "I don't like it up here. I'm scared" Tyler said fearfully to Maggie. "It's okay. All you have to do is jump" Maggie assured her, trying to lure Tyler to her death. Tyler looked down unsure, "I can't swim" She gulped. "I know. But it won't hurt, I promise" Maggie assured her again.

"And then we can be together. Forever. And no one will bother us." She added in an enticing tone. "Why don't you just come with me and Mommy?" Tyler asked, not wanting to jump. "Because I can't leave here. And you can't leave me." Maggie sighed, "Please? I don't want to be alone" She begged, Tyler stared down at the pool. Hesitate on whether to jump as Maggie manipulated her.

The four ran towards the entrance of the pool, through the glass doors they see Tyler standing in the railing but y/n saw both girls. "Tyler!" Susan screamed as the three hunters attempted to break through the door using their raw strength. "Tyler!!!" Susan called out to her daughter again, "Come on!" Y/N grunted as Tyler turned to her. Maggie turned to Y/N with wide eyes, she then smirked before shoving Tyler into the pool who screamed as she fell in.

Susan's mouth fell open and y/n's heart fell out of her chest witnessing this, banging harder at the door but it was no use. "Is there another entrance?!" Dean asked Susan. "Around back." Susan panicked, "Alright, let's go. Keep working" Dean quickly to them. Following Susan around the back.

As Sam banged at the door, Y/N forced herself to relax, eyes trained at the locked door infront of them, focusing her eyes on its handle on the inside, scrunching her face in concentration. She reached her right hand forward and closed her eyes. Y/N's fingertips gently glowed an aqua blue colour, a slight hum of crackling energy.

Sam stopped banging against the door with a curious huff as he looked down at Y/N's hand, watching it faintly glow and hum with magic. His eyes widened because this was something that never happened whenever she used her telekinesis.

A soft, blinding white glow emitted from her eyes like beams, swirling like a mini snowstorm as it flashed its usual white. The door in front of them started to tremble in its hinges, the glowing intensifying. She took a breathe before clenching her fist, squeezing her hand tightly as if she were yanking a lever. She winced at the feeling, her body shuddering at its intensity.

There was a sharp creak of the hinges and the door was blown off it's hinges as her eyes faded back to its regular colour.

Without hesitation, Sam and Y/N hurled themselves of the ledge, jumping into the pool. Holding their breathes as they swam towards the little girl. The water rushed around Sam and Y/N as they pushed against it, swimming to Tyler who was face down in the pool.

Sam and Y/N reached her and grabbed her, wrapping their arms around her small body to pull her up to the surface. They broke through the water's surface, gasping for air and coughing up a bit of water. They clutched the unconscious girl to her side, paddling back to the side of the pool. Their hearts were racing and lungs were burning from holding their breaths.

Dean and Susan emerged from the back after Dean had finally gotten the stubborn door broken in with multiple kicks to the wooden plank as Sam and Y/N laid an unconscious Tyler at the edge of the pool after carrying her in their arms. Susan's heart broke seeing her daughter like this, sobbing hysterically. Y/N was just about to attempt to perform CPR until Tyler came to and began to cough and hack out water, leaning over as she tried to draw in air.

Susan sobbed with relief as she grabbed her daughter and held her tight. "Oh, my God. Thank god" Susan sobbed. "Mommy" Tyler croaked. "Yeah, baby. I'm here" Susan cried, clutching onto her daughter. They all breathed out a sigh of relief, "Tyler, sweetie. Did you see Maggie anywhere?" Y/N asked the little girl in a gentle bit urgent tone. Tyler looked around before shaking her head,

"No, she's gone" She said resting her soaked head against her mothers chest. "Mommy." Tyler croaked as Shan sobbed.

"You'd really do that for me?" Maggie asked, now stood back in-front of her sister. Rose weakly nodded as she telepathically communicated with her sister, "Yes. If you did, I'd let them go" Maggie answered. "But I don't understand. You kept me away for so long." She gasped, "I thought you didn't love me anymore" She said but Rose weakly shook her head. "Okay....little sister" She smiled before moving closer to Rose. Resting her hand on her cheek.

"Don't worry honey, we're leaving in two minutes, we just gotta get Grandma" Susan assured her daughter, leading her upstairs to Rose's room. "I don't get it, did Maggie just stop?" Dean huffed, confused. Sam and Y/N shrugged, also stumped. "Seems like it" Sam sighed. "Well where the hell did she go?" Dean shook his head, "Maybe she got spooked? She's still here. I got that-" Y/N told them, gesturing to the back of her neck.

Susan's terrified heart-wrenching screams broke their conversation. All three of their heads snapped in the direction of Susan's cries. They exchanged alarmed looks before they all immediately sprinted in the direction of the screams up the stairs. Dean, Sam and Y/N rushed into the room to find Rose's body slumped in her chair, dead. Their hearts sank in their chest as Susan pulled her daughter out of the room.

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Coroners were now wheeling Rose's deceased body out and into the van as the three hunters watched with sympathy. Susan was stood at the porch, surveying the saddening loss. They all walked towards Susan, “Paramedics said it was another stroke” She informed them, wiping a tear away. “You think…Margaret could’ve had something to do with it?” She asked sorrowfully. “Uh, we don’t know” Dean said softly. “But, it’s possible” Sam added.

“Susan, I’m sorry” Y/N offered her condolences, “God, you have nothing to apologize for. You two have given me everything” She assured them, grateful for saving her daughter. Sam and Y/N offered her a small smile before she turned to Tyler, “Ready to go, kiddo?” She asked her daughter sweetly. “Yeah” Tyler nodded as she stepped closer to her mom.

“Tyler, you’re sure Maggie’s not around anymore?” Dean asked the girl softly. “I’m sure. I’d see her” Tyler assured them, as Susan held her close. Ushering her down the porch and towards the taxi. “Well, I guess whatever’s going on must be over” Dean muttered to Sam and Y/N. The younger Winchester opened the taxi door, holding it open for the mother and daughter.

“You two take care of yourselves, alright?” Sam said sweetly, Susan then turned to him, engulfing him in a warm hug. Sam’s eyes widened in surprise at the woman's affectionate gesture, but he returned the hug gently back. “Thank you” Susan murmured to him. Sam stiffened a little in Susan’s embrace, not expecting the sudden hug. The woman was a lot shorter than him, so he felt a tad awkward, but he quickly melted into her affection, wrapping an arm around her waist, returning the hug.

Dean and Y/N chuckled a little at the sight, watching the tall man awkwardly return the hug. Tiny smirks twisting on their lips as they watched. She let go of him and turned to Y/N and Dean, “All of you” She added with a slight blushed giving Sam a once over before getting into the taxi. Sam closed the door for her before the taxi drove off. “I think you could’ve hooked up some MILF action there, bud” Dean teased his little brother.

Sam scoffed at this, “Seriously, I think she liked you” Y/N added with a smirk. “She was just grateful. She almost lost her daughter” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and best friends crude thoughts. “I dived headfirst into that pool and broke the door down. Where’s my thank you hug?” Y/N retorted in a teasing tone.

Dean snorted and patted her on the shoulder, “Poor baby” He mocked, with a smirk. “I’ll give you thank you hug” Dean offered, opening his arms wide for her. She rolled her eyes at his antics before stepping into his hold. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her closer to him. She chuckled, wrapping her own arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest.

“That, Sam, is a normal hug. What Mrs. Robinson was giving you was the ‘do me’ eyes” Y/N joked, crossing her eyes as she stepped out of Deans hug. “You two should be the last to talk about that” Sam muttered to himself with a scoff. “Huh?” Dean and Y/N brows raised in unison. “Nothing” Sam snorted, shaking his head. Dean and Y/N shared a look before shrugging it off. “You guys saved the mom, you saved the girl, not a bad day” Dean said.

“Course, you know I could’ve saved em myself, but I didn’t want you two to feel useless” Dean said in a smug tone as they walked over to Baby and Quinn. Sam and Y/N chuckled at this, “Alright, I appreciate it” Sam said sarcastically. “Feels good getting back on the saddle, doesn’t it?” Dean asked as he took his keys out, unlocking his door.

“Yeah…yeah it does.” Y/N sighed, taking up her helmet on her bike that was parked next to Dean’s car, “But that doesn’t change what we talked about last night, Dean” Sam added in a low tone. Giving his brother a knowing look. Deans smiled dropped, “We talked about a lot of things last night” He tried to sway the subject, “You know what he means” Y/N gave the elder Winchester a serious look.

Dean’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening as both Sam and Y/N stared him down with a serious look. He knew exactly what they were referring to, but he didn’t want to answer them. He couldn’t answer them.

“You guys were wasted” Dean scoffed, “But you weren’t. And you promised” Sam retorted firmly before unlocking his door and hopping into Baby. Dean turned to Y/N who was leaned against her bike, arms crossed across her chest. Anguish in his eyes, “You didn’t mean it, did you?” Y/N asked in a knowing tone, “We already had this conversation” Dean furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” Y/N asked confused, trying to recall what he’s referring to.

“Wait- what’s the last thing you remember?” Dean asked her, tilting his head slightly. Y/N narrowed her eyes in confusion and thought, trying her best to recall the past night. Her memory was hazy and she didn’t quite remember everything that happened, the alcohol she consumed probably being the culprit. She was silent for a minute, trying to figure out Dean’s question as she tried to recall what she said, or did last night.

“Honestly, the last thing I remember is going ‘Weee’ like an airplane over your shoulder. Everything else is blank” She shrugged, noticing the flushed look on Deans face. “Why? Did I do you say something else?” She asked curiously, uncrossing her arms. Dean let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he darted his eyes away from the girl. Sam watched the pair from his seat in the car, noticing the suspicious behavior from his brother and listening in on the conversation.

“Uh, no.” He shook his head, taking a deep breath. Thankful she didn’t remember their cuddle session last night. She eyes him suspiciously, squinting her eyes a little as she noticed the nervous behavior. She wasn’t dumb, she could easily put two and two together. He wasn’t looking at her. He was nervous. He was lying. Something was off, and she could tell.

“You’re lying” Y/N stated bluntly, crossing her arms across her chest. “You told me exactly what you just said. That I didn’t mean it.” Dean cleared his throat, fiddling with his keys. Hoping she’d take the bait. Y/N studied his expression closely as he fiddled with his keys. She tilted her head in confusion, still scrutinizing his every move. She didn’t believe him, there was no way it was that simple.

She wanted to believe, but something was off. And she wasn’t buying it. “And then…?” Y/N asked him. Dean swallowed nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other under her intense stare. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him from the car, probably listening intently. He had to come up with a believable lie to get her off his case.

“And then, you called me ‘pretty’ and ‘cute’ and pinched my cheeks” He said to her in a teasing tone, hoping she’d take the bait and dismiss him. Her eyes widened, her face practically paled with embarrassment because it wouldn’t have been the first time she’s done that. Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing though.

Dean noticed the color drain from her face in that moment, and a victorious smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t believe that it actually worked. He was half-expecting her to call him out on another lie, but she looked mortified instead. His smirk grew a little as he teased her even further.

Her cheeks were flushed red, practically burning in embarrassment as she remembered her drunken behavior. She was going to have a very serious talk with herself about her alcohol tolerance. “Oh my god, I am never drinking again” She muttered in a mortified tone. Burying her face in her gloved hands. She couldn’t believe she actually said and did those things. She was a completely different person when she was that wasted.

“You seriously don’t remember doing that? I was gonna use it as blackmail material” He chuckled, jokingly. “I’ve still got that picture of you when you let me do your makeup, Winchester” She snapped her head up at him, narrowing her eyes.

His eyes widened as he froze in that moment, instantly recalling that horrifying event. He completely forgot that picture existed. It was the absolute worst picture of him, with glittery eyelids, blush and a thick line of bright pink lipstick to top it all off. He looked like a complete moron, and he couldn’t deny that it was the most humiliating thing he, Sam and Bobby ever experienced. (see ‘Makeover’ in prequel to understand)

“You wouldn’t dare” Dean said to her in a challenging tone, narrowing his eyes at her. She was always a menace, and he knew she would dare to do those things. The real question was if she would have the gall to actually use it for extortion. “Try me” Y/N huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “Remind me of last night again and you’ll see your ‘pretty’ face on the bullet board at the Roadhouse, deal?”

“Touché” Dean smirked, putting his hand out to shake hers. She rolled her eyes, shaking his hand firmly. “Keep your promise though. I mean it.” Y/N added firmly after letting go of his hand. He knew wasn’t talking about her fake drunken words, but the promise he made to her and Sam. His heart felt heavy as she straddled her bike, snapping on her helmet. Dean sighed, clearing his throat before jumping into Baby.

Sam wouldn’t look at him, the tension in the vehicle undeniably thick as he shoved his key into his ignition. Starting his car, y/n drove out first before Dean pulled out, following behind her.

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purplesannnieee · 1 month

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Lay All Your Love On Me

A/n: Currently, I'm caught up on all the ep in tdb, though I still haven't got Jiro's personality, so I heavily apologize if I do him wrong @sunncat! This literally doesn't help either bc I haven't watched Demon Slayer, so I don't fully know Shinobu other than some vids I watched from Tik Tok 💀. I hope you enjoy this though! And I really do apologize for when you read this, it isn't how you thought it would go TT (I also apologize the fact that it's a bit rushed(?)), 1.4k words, somewhat grammar checked, or technically partially proof read? goodnight cheese

summary: as a second year at darkwick academy, you used to be under vagastrom before transferring to mortkranken for unknown reasons. while yuri's glad that it isn't just him and jiro who are ghouls, jiro's rather curious to why specifically mortkranken. warnings: mentions of death, erm, fem!reader that's similar to shinobu kocho, shawty, I don't know shit about anything medical, so to whomever reads this that is way more of an expert in this, I'm so sorry, if I potentially make you pissed in any way, mentions of self-harm(through poison), reader makes jiro's heart go boom boom boom boom boom (i hope someone gets what i'm referring to), oh, and vague ahh mention of alan, I think jiro might be a lil bit ooc, yeah, he is, mf be peeking a lil bit, but more out of admiration than erm, nasty boy thought reasons, oh fuck, this is a bit angsty, whoops, poor yuri's a bit traumatized

Life always managed to piss you off. You used to express it too, though not anymore really. You truly did enjoy your stay at Vagastrom, however, you had your reasons as to why you transferred to Mortkranken. Despite the captain hoping you would open up, you wouldn't budge. This was something you would rather keep to yourself. Well, if only that stupid Masterpiece News, whoever it was, decided to leak about your sister dying from the Clash. Despite wanting to murder whoever did it, you figured that would be for another time. For now, you were more focused on finding a way to kill the bastard that killed your sister in the first place.

Before you knew it, class had ended. Admittedly, despite being in the same year as both Yuri and Jiro, you didn't always share the same classes with them. Well, it's not like you could do much about that. You did have different goals from them after all. Granted, while you had the same effort and energy for yours just like Yuri's, you considered it more noble than yours. And for the most part, he didn't seem to care much about it.

Well, maybe not upfront. However, instead, Jiro would ask you as the two of you would sometimes walk to class from Mortkranken's dormitory. "Y/n, Yuri wants to see us," Jiro said, as you looked up to the taller male. You were inclined to not smile, but you simply nodded your head. "Where at?" You asked cheerfully, as you passed by some people. Some of them, whisper, confused as to how you could manage to be in the presence of "Frankenstein". Especially with some of your former house members, which you couldn't help but scoff. For a bunch of delinquents, were they seriously that scared of a rumor? Not that you remembered much of the clash, considering before it happened, you were cursed to fall asleep, the "Sleeping Beauty" curse as they called it, and while you weren't sure if you were actually kissed, nobody would talk about it, just that you were cured from it.

You even tried to get Yuri to tell you how you got cured, yet for someone who brags, he quite literally shut up about it. ". . . y/n?" Jiro asked as you snapped out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized how close the taller male was to your face until now, trying not to react much, before letting out a laugh. "Ah, sorry about that. Just some thinking," you mused, looking up at him. "Mind repeating where at again?" You asked as the taller male looked at you, before shrugging, "Back at the dormitory," he said, as you let out a "huh".

As the two of you were walking, Jiro looked at you, though you didn't pay attention much to it. While he wasn't as curious, he did recall Yuri wanting him to ask you your reasons as to why you switched to Mortkranken specifically. Granted, you were as great when it came to researching as your strength, which sometimes Yuri would ask you to help Jiro out; though that was for whenever there was an anomaly that needed to be captured. It was quite simple. Whenever there was a strong anomaly, you would infect it with poison through your katana, while Jiro would use his chainsaw.

Before you knew it, the two of you arrived at the dormitory, as you entered inside first. Looking around, you felt confused, noticing that Yuri wasn't there. "Is Yuri perhaps downstairs?" You asked as you turned around to look at Jiro. The taller man shrugged, before speaking. "No, he's still in class," he said blatantly, your eyes confused, though you still decided to politely smile at him. "So you lied to me…huh, I would've never expected that from you," you said, as you took a seat. You had to admit, that while you didn't know Jiro fully well, you were comfortable with him. Probably a bit more compared to Yuri, though you understood that Yuri had good intentions, even if he were well…prideful and arrogant.

Probably a bit more compared to Yuri, though you understood that Yuri had good intentions, even if he were well…prideful and arrogant. You watched Jiro as he looked at you, before nodding. "Yes," he said, as the corner of your smile twitched. How annoying. "What made you decide to do that?" Your question made him glance at you temporarily, as he grabbed a few tools. "Simple, I'm doing a health inspection. Yuri said it's been long overdue," he said, as you frowned, before sighing, as you decided not to fight over it.

You watched Jiro as he looked at you, before nodding. "Yes," he said, as the corner of your smile twitched. How annoying. "What made you decide to do that?" Your question made him glance at you temporarily, as he grabbed a few tools. "Simple, I'm doing a health inspection. Yuri said it's been long overdue," he said, as you frowned, before sighing, as you decided not to fight over it. "Ha ha ha ha! You're acting like a cat now," he laughed, as your eye slightly twitched. A cat? The thought of you being compared to a cat made you feel a bit more irritated, still trying to keep ahold of your emotions. "I'm not so sure about that," you let out a laugh, trying not to look affected. Jiro didn't say much, though he simply smiled, before stopping for a moment. "Ah, that reminds me. Could you change real quick?" He asked as you were close to snapping. Instead, you gave him a smile, agreeing, before waiting until he turned around before you turned around as well, changing out of your uniform.

While you were preoccupied with changing, Jiro wasn't the type to really peak. And yet, he was curious as to your body. Well, he supposed that thought would occur since he was the one that woke you up from the curse. Slowly, he glanced, admiring your body. It was rather smooth compared to his, though to be fair, you seemed like the type to take care of yourself. And yet, you seemed a bit more frail than when he first met you. Your personality truly did have changed from the past two years the more that he thought of it.

Noticing you were almost done changing, he looked away, curious as to why out of all houses to transfer to, why Mortkranken? "Alright, let's get this over with," you said, as you watched him take out a few tools. He took out a stethoscope, checking your heart rate. "Heart rate, 80 bpm," he noted, before grabbing a pressure gauge. He placed it inside your arm, checking it. "Blood pressure, 89/59," he said to himself, noting that as well. Before you knew it, he did a few things, before finishing, as he placed the tools away.

"Have you been consuming Foxglove?" For once since being in Mortkranken, a shocked gaze appeared in your eyes, gazing in his red eyes. You were confused at first before it finally connected. "Is this why you wanted to do a health check on me?" You asked, dropping your smile. You had to admit, you hadn't expected for Jiro to figure it out. Though then again, his knowledge was in some ways greater than yours; which didn't surprise you as much. "So you did," he stared at you, before frowning. "There isn't any reason for you to. Seems like at least you took small pieces, but it's affecting your health," he said, as the corner of your lips turned down.

"That's none of your fucking business," you said, before hearing Jiro beginning to laugh. The fact that he laughed was both confusing, infuriating, and yet beautiful, actually, you were going to stop yourself from there. "I missed that bluntness," Jiro said, managing to calm himself, as he smiled at you. Before you knew it, you could feel your face turn red, scoffing. "Shut up! You're being awfully weird now," you turned your face away from him. You didn't like how you could feel your heart beating fast, as you could feel cold hands on your face, before gently looking back now at Jiro.

While you wouldn't admit it, if you were asked who out of all the students at Darkwick was pretty, Jiro would honestly be the only one you would think of. "Y/n, I may not know why you're deciding to poison yourself. But, whatever problems you're facing, please, don't. In fact, lay all your love on me," he said, as you could feel his face closer to yours. ". . . May I kiss you?" He asked, before being toppled down on the ground, as you kissed him. You let go for a moment, looking at him. "I'll be Frankenstein's girlfriend," you said before the two of you kissed. Unfortunately, neither of you heard Yuri's steps. "The two of you! Go kiss somewhere else!" He screamed, a bit horrified, as the two of you stopped to look at him, before laughing, leaving the captain more frustrated, as the two of you eventually went to your room. Unfortunately, both of you had to go back for Jiro's medication.

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mynameismisty · 10 months

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MOONLIGHT| KUNG LAOX FEM!READER

☆SUMMARY: Maybe because you were supposed to be with him. Not Raiden. Not anyone. Just for him.

☆ORIGIN: Cliche drunk smut thingy

Pt 1 here (yes this is pt 2 to Too Late, read the pt 1 so u'll get it)

☆WARNINGS: NSFW, fingering, mentions of alcohol, confessions(???), praising ig💀 and some other shit i mightve forgotten

NSFW CONTENT/MINORS DNI

You sulked for almost a month and a half now, you'd stay at your house and just cry and cry over what Raiden's last words to you were.

"I liked you too."

Liked. Liked.

Maybe it was a coincidence or maybe he knew but you heard your telephone ring, answering it, you hear the voice of your other close friend, Kung Lao.

"Hello? Lao?" You say, sniffling and trying to hide the fact you were crying over Raiden again right now.

"Y/N, I haven't- We haven't seen you in a while. Me, Johnny or Kenshi and...and Raiden too... so uh, How are you doing?" Kung Lao spoke softly.

"I- I don't think I'm doing alright." You shut your eyes at the mention of Raiden's name. There was a moment of silence before Kung Lao spoke up again. "Then, just us."

"What?"

"Come over, it'll be just us and we'll drink at my house. Tonight." Lao really wasn't asking or requesting, was he?

"Oh- alright then-" you say as you put down the telephone. Maybe you needed this break maybe just once.

So there it was, you and Kung Lao sitting on the floor at the end of his bed as empty bottles and cans of alcohol laid uselessly beside you two.

"How come you still like Raiden?" Kung Lao says, chuckling with pink cheeks as he took another sip from his own can.

"I've liked him for years, Kung Lao! He liked me back in highschool too and I was too fucking dumb to even notice.." you groan as you say the last sentence, mentally giving yourself a facepalm. "And besides, what hope is there left? No one would even love me anymore."

"What? Yes I- yes, they would. I know someone who'd love you to bits and pieces and every perfect part of you, every flaw. And you behind that facade you keep up."

"Oh, you humor me Lao," You gave a dry chuckle. "Flaws and all? Be serious. Women can barely find guys like that. No guy would like a girl like me that way unless I was like... I don't know, really pretty. And even then I doubt they'd give a rat's ass about anything other else such as personality or shit."

You took another sip from your drink, cursing yourself after you started to feel tired. Were you tired because of the alcohol you just drank? Or was it because you were still thinking about Raiden?

"Y/N? Y/N you don't look fine." Kung Lao says, with a worrying look, letting go of the bottle he held in his hand and gently squeezing yours. "What is it?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"I said I'm fine."

"Again, you don't look fin-" He pushed, putting a hand on your shoulder

"Alright!" You gave in, cutting off Lao's sentence. "I've been mopping around my house. I look like a depressed little kitty who got thrown to the sidewalk and I've been so so so tired lately and this is the only social face to face interaction I've had in a month and a half!"

You sigh and look at him, suddenly feeling worry as he raised his eyebrows at you. "Sorry, I just needed to talk.." you say, drinking the alcohol quickly and purposely gave yourself hiccups to avoid the embarrassingly silent situation.

You noticed how he shuffled his hand and his lips seemed to move but no words came out. Was he gonna say Raiden didn't like you back? Not like you didn't already know.

He turned his head and gazed at you. "I know Raiden doesn't deserve you." Kung Lao says quietly as his dark brown eyes darted back to yours, silently asking for your response.

"Huh? And- and why?" You were suprised to hear this, and from Kung Lao too.

"He's just a simple guy, you are way out of his league."

"More like I'm out of his..." You sigh, putting down the bottle you had in your hand. "I can't move on that easily, Kung Lao. I mean, to who would I move on to? I'm gonna die alone!"

He chuckled and there was a sound of gulping before he finally spoke.

"Me." Kung Lao whispered while averting his gaze from your eyes.

"What?" You choke out. But now you notice, the moonlight coming from his window seemed to play onto his features, highlighting the parts of his face most pretty, it had his dark brown eyes gleaming with small highlights. Was he really this pretty? Did you just now notice?

"Me. I don't care if you don't reciprocate my feelings...I just...I've liked you for so long. Before highschool, before your glowup, before you liked...Raiden." he says, Raiden sounding much of an afterthought.

"You like me?" Your voice seemed to suddenly dissappear, sounding hoarse and throat too tight to speak. Yes, you were drunk, but even then you knew you'd remember everything in the morning

"Of course I do. You're the best thing that happened to me!" He gave a hazy smile, those already too familiar dimples appearing again.

"Do you...do you promise me?"

"Promise what?"

"Promise me that what you're saying is..true." You say, small tears filling up your eyes.

"Instead of telling you, do you want me to show you?" Kung Lao said, grabbing your chin and made you look at him straight in his eyes.

It was all he had to say for you to part your lips obediently, letting his tongue slip past, brushing over yours. Kung Lao tasted like the liquor you both were drinking but with his scent, it was already too familiar.

They felt soft, almost like a cloud. Kung Lao closed his eyes, hand snaking around your back and the other cupping your cheek as your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck . It didn't take long for you two to get into a heated moment with you sitting right up on the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He took off your shirt in a rushed manner, almost ripping off your underwear. You were the same for him, rushing to take his sleeveless hoodie off and unbuttoning his pants.

"Fuck, Lao- I need you."

"I'm here right now, Y/N."

His hands circled your ass and gave a small slap which made you yelp.

"Oh, Y/N. You're too perfect." Kung Lao said as he peppered your collarbone with kisses, making you sound out a soft moan.

You could then feel his fingers going to your wet core, circling your clit at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Lao- shit, please go faster." You moan, covering your mouth with your free hand while the other was holding onto his shoulder.

He paid no attention to your whines and suddenly entered you with two fingers, the wet sound making an echo through the room.

"You feel so gentle, so soft." Kung Lao mumbled as he buried his face into your shoulder and sucking on the skin on your neck. "You're so perfect. How could you not see that?" He said as he sped up the pace on his fingers, wanting to feel you clench around him.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Just like that Lao. Shit."

"Good girl," he purred into your ear. "Eyes on me, my sweet." You really didn't know if it was the drunk talk he was doing or he really meant it, either way your sweating face flushed a shade of pink from his words.

And those words made you climax on his fingers, shutting your eyes and the grip on Kung Lao's shoulder tightened.

Coming down from your high, you felt Kung Lao pull his fingers with a wet sound from your core, bringing it to his mouth and licking the sweetness off his fingers.

You were panting, grip on his shoulder loosening and finally opening your eyes. "Lao?" You asked, staring at him straight in the eyes. "Yes, Y/N?" He says, this time being the one who shut their eyes."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I knew you liked Raiden... I didn't want to conflict you."

"You should've told me sooner." You mumble against him, laying your head on his chest.

There wasn't an answer and you pull away, looking at him again.

Kung Lao was standing infront of you, sleeping. He wasn't moving nor flushing his eyes.

You gave a small flick to his nose but no reaction. "Oh, Lao." You smile tiredlessly, holding him as you carefully set him down on the bed, laying on his back.

"Maybe you'll remember in the morning." Closing his curtains, you lay beside him, snuggling into his side.

"Hopefully you will." You whisper, as the familiar darkness of sleep seemed to pull your eyes shut.

You slept alone, cold even with a blanket on, on most nights.

But tonight it looks like someone's finally keeping you warm.

i js wanted to write a contribution to my baby boy kung lao♡♡♡♡♡

Requests are always open for u lovelies🥰

@xyinparadise

#mortal kombat #mk1 #raiden #mk1 2023 #fluff #smut #kung lao x reader #kung lao #mortal kombat fluff #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat1

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dragonfly41777 · 7 months

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Requested by: @bzzyb00-96

Anything for You

Vox x GN Reader

A/n: Istg I've been watching the Newsies so much just within the past few days, like this is my third time watching it while writing this 💃 Anyways, had a lot of fun writing this! This is my first time writing anything for characters so I hope it turned out good 🙏 Also! This took a bit longer to post just because I spent like 10 hours on that damn drawing trying to get it right 💀 Next time I'm not drawing a full ass character in a pose, especially bc I won't have time during the week-

Warnings: slight cursing like twice but that's it- also might be ooc but eh, what can you do 🤷‍♀️

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It wasn't often that Vox had time to relax. A majority of his time was filled with meetings, filing out paperwork, and airing on his show. It didn't help that nearly every other day he had to deal with Valentino's constant temper tantrums. Because of this, Vox grew to appreciate your company a lot more. Your voice alone was enough to ease his aches and worries- which is why he couldn't say no to a movie night in the comfort of your shared bedroom.

"Would you want to bake something before we watch a movie? I was thinking chocolate chip cookies because we have the ingredients for it and I figured you wouldn't want to head out and buy ingredients." You said in that sickeningly sweet tone of yours. He swore you did it on purpose sometimes.

A chuckle left his lips- or, screen? "Anything for you, sweetheart." As the both of you made your way into the kitchen, you spent the remainder of the time mixing the ingredients together. Occasionally you two would bicker about what the right measurements were.

"I'm pretty sure it's half a cup of sugar, doll face." He crossed his arms in amusement.

"And I'm pretty sure I know how to read, dumbass. Look, it says one cup right there." You handed your phone to him and pointed to where it said 1 cup of granulated sugar. Just as you were about to tease him about being wrong, he burst your bubble.

"You do remember that we're halving the recipe, right? You were the one that suggested it in the first place" A smirk lit up his screen as realization dawned on you.

"Right- I knew that" Your face turned hot with embarrassment as you waved off his remark and measured out 1/2 a cup of sugar.

"Sure you did, sweetheart-"

"Oh shut up!" You elbowed him in the side with a huff, focusing on the task at hand. Vox simply chuckled before leaning in and placing a kiss on the top of your head. You had gotten used to the staticky feeling his kisses left, and even found it endearing.

After a while the cookies had finally finished baking, which you had all but shoved Vox away insisting you take it out of the oven. "Stand back, Princess, wouldn't want you frying your circuits now." He scoffed at the remark, leaning against the counter as you put on oven mitts and carefully grabbed the tray of freshly baked cookies. The sweet aroma filled the air around the both of you making you wish you hadn't halved the recipe.

Vox made his way into the pantry to grab a package of popcorn and

The two of you settled into the couch once the snacks were prepped and turned on a random shitty romcom- as Vox had put it. The movie slowly became background noise as his attention focused on you curled up by his side. He had to admit, it all seemed so domestic with you. Healthy relationships were foreign to him before you entered his life if that wasn't apparent with Valentino. Even while he was alive he always spent too much time focusing on his work to have a lasting relationship. You, on the other hand, were always so patient and caring with him- you knew he had a lot on his plate with being the head of VoxTech and made sure he took breaks, made sure he ate and drank, and you let him know if he did anything wrong. And God was he grateful for you. He always asked himself what he did to deserve someone like you... but despite it all, the one thing that ran through his head was how he would do anything for you. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, his screen resting there for a few seconds before focusing his attention back onto the movie.

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Hope you all enjoyed this one! I genuinely don't think I like it 🥰 But that could just be because I was too distracted by the Newsies soundtrack while writing this 🧍‍♀️

#Vox x Reader #Vox #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin hotel vox

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whywhaatt · 1 year

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"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

#isaacwhy #x reader #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy x you #the group x reader #the group chat #gamersupps #youtube #smut #choking #unprotected sex #light choking #headcanon #friends to lovers #aftercare

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Our Dear Creator

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader/Creator!Reader

Summary: The men are assigned to be at your side at all times and even though they are your most loyal followers, you consider them to be your friends and protectors. These men are not only devoted to you, but they will not hesitate to kill for you if they have to.

Note: The summary made the story feel like it's a yandere story, but it's not 100% yandere (or yandere in general tbh)! To be honest, I didn't really plan on writing another "SAGAU" fic, this idea just popped up in my head when I was daydreaming in school 💀 This is just like a mini-ish collection of the men dealing with the reader, their dearest creator. The reader isn't a weak creator (they do have bad eyesight though), the reader is just too nice in certain circumstances. I think that's the best way I can put it. Anyway! There's a new series (that is in the current ongoing Isekai'd!reader series) coming very soon! Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of other than it being religious-themed. There are some things hinted at but not fully mentioned in the story itself. Mentions of blood. Slight yandere theme? Tbh, it's nowhere near it, but I'm throwing it in just in case.

Word Count: 9.7k

Want to read another SAGAU fic? Read The Lonely God!

Ever since you arrived in Teyvat, everyone has been scrambling to try and meet you or be in your presence. Your arrival was sudden and unannounced, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Everyone was ecstatic to see you and have you present in their world. Because you’re widely worshipped throughout Teyvat by many, you’re more likely to be hounded by those who worshipped you and desperately wanted you to grant them a blessing or answer their prayers. For the sake of your safety, twenty-five men are tasked to be your protector while you reside in Teyvat.

“Uh, Your Grace, you’re going in the wrong direction,” Diluc chuckles.

You pause in your steps, turn to look at Diluc, and blink at the redhead owlishly. “Ah, I am? Also, please, Diluc. How many times do I have to tell you all to call me by my name and not my title?” You sigh.

A small smile appears on Dainsleif’s face. “Yes, Your Grace,” you give Dainsleif a dissatisfied look, which he ignores. “You’re walking in the wrong direction. The way to Mondstadt is in the other direction; you’re walking towards Liyue,” replies Dainsleif.

Your eyes widen, and you look over to the left, completely forgetting about Dainsleif calling you by your title rather than your name. If you squint your eyes and look very closely, you will be able to see the anemo statue of the seven from a distance. But unfortunately for you, you don’t have the best eyesight. It’s a bit ironic, isn’t it? An all-powerful god such as yourself has a terrible vision. You squint so hard your eyes nearly shut. Zhongli and Al Haitham sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose.

Al Haitham says, “Your Grace, I believe once we get back to the city, we should get your visions checked out,” Al Haitham says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You blink at Al Haitham. “Are you calling me blind?” You tease, poking Al Haitham lightly in the biceps.

Al Haitham’s eyes widen, and he begins to stutter out a response, his cheeks flushing pink. You giggle and shake your head, quickly reassuring Al Haitham that you’re merely teasing him. Al Haitham sighs and looks away, his cheeks crimson red with embarrassment while Kaveh snickers beside Al Haitham, earning a glare from the Acting Grand Sage.

Kaveh takes a step toward you and holds his arm out for you to take. “Unlike these fools, I’ll lead you to Mondstadt, Your Grace!” Kaveh announces proudly.

You smile and link your arms around Kaveh’s arm. “Then lead the way, Kaveh! And please just call me [Y/N]. I understand you’re all used to calling me by my title, but I’ve insisted that all of you call me by my name many times already,” you sigh.

“I don’t know….” Xiao trails off, propping his hands on his hips and staring at you intently.

Aether interjects, “Is it not disrespectful for us to call you by your name? You’re our creator, and we all respect you very much.”

You give Aether a big smile and shake your head. The warm glow around you seems to brighten whenever you smile; the tiny sparkles and glitter in the warm light shine brightly, nearly blinding the men around you. The warm glow around you is what makes you stand out from the citizens of Teyvat, and it makes you recognizable and easy to spot from afar. The glow around you is like a mood meter of yours. The light will shine brightly when you’re beaming with happiness, and when you’re sad or in an awful mood, the light is dimmed, but it’s still there nonetheless.

The sight of your smile and the warm glow around you brightening made Aether feel some type of way. He can’t pinpoint what it is exactly, but seeing your smile made him feel warm and soft on the inside, his cheeks turning bright pink.

“Calling me by my name isn’t disrespectful, Aether! I am giving you all permission to call me [Y/N]. But if you all want to continue to call me by my title, then I’m not going to stop you!” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

Tighnari holds his hands up. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you want us to call you by your name? We don’t mind calling you by your name. Still, we don’t want other people to question why we’re not calling you by your title,” Tighnari says, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at you curiously.

“Not only that, but people will call us disrespectful for not calling you by your title,” Cyno interjects.

You smile at them sheepishly. You’re not entirely sure if they’d be okay with you wanting to form a friendship with you. Yes, you’re a god, and you created everything that exists in Teyvat. However, the events that took place in Teyvat thousands of years ago aren’t your doing. You created the people and the world. The things that happen in Teyvat aren’t your doing. Heck, you don’t control the weather either! Why did it feel like you had deja vu just a second ago? All these thoughts, these feelings of yearning for friendship and connection, feel all too familiar.

You hum thoughtfully. “Alright, well, you can all call me by my title when other people are around. When it’s just the twenty-six of us, you can either call me [Y/N] or Your Grace!” You said simply. You turn to Kaveh. “Anyway, let’s continue our walk to Mondstadt. Please lead the way, Kaveh,” you say.

The birds are chirping, and the sun is high in the sky, beaming down on you and the twenty-five men. If it weren’t for the cool breeze, you and the men would’ve been feeling your skin burning. Zhongli brought an umbrella with him earlier to shield you from the sun and its UV rays, but you felt bad the others weren’t going to be protected from the sun either.

Zhongli sighs and looks around. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shield you from the sun?” Zhongli asks.

“I’m sure! As I said earlier, the others didn’t bring an umbrella. I don’t want to be the only one that is being protected from the sun and its UV rays,” you reply, looking over the bridge and at the ducks and swans swimming in the lake below.

Scaramouche scoffs to himself. “Who said we didn’t bring an umbrella with us?” Scaramouche asks.

Everyone pulls out an umbrella and holds it up to show you. You blink at the men and unlink your arms from Kaveh’s arm. Okay, so everyone has an umbrella, after all. But you know they won’t be using it for themselves; they’ll be fighting each other to see who will be the one to shield you from the sun with their umbrella.

“You know what? I don’t need to be shielded from the sun with an umbrella. I’ll be fine! Besides, we should arrive in Mondstadt soon anyway,” you say.

The men around you grumble under their breaths, watching you walk away from them after refusing to be shielded from the sun. They wanted to protect you from harm, and UV rays are harmful to the skin. You stifle your laughter and continue your walk while the men remain in their spots, waiting for you to realize you’re walking in the wrong direction.

Heizou runs after you and grabs your arm. “[Y/N], you’re walking in the wrong direction again! Our dear creator really does have terrible eyesight, huh?” Heizou teases. You sigh and let Heizou steer you in another direction toward the City of Freedom.

You are their creator. Everyone in Teyvat adores you. It’s not a secret that everyone worships you and has a shrine of you in their homes or at a huge shrine in each region of Teyvat. Without you, Teyvat wouldn’t have existed, and the citizens of Teyvat wouldn’t be here, standing before you and your shrine, worshipping you. The men swear to protect you with their life; no matter what they’re tasked to do, they will do it if you ask them to.

“Um. Does anyone know where my glasses are?” You ask, holding your arms out in front of you to make sure you didn’t bump or run into anything or anyone.

Kaeya chuckles and leans against the table. “Why are your glasses not on your face, Your Grace?” Kaeya asks, smirking while watching you feel around for your glasses.

“I’m not used to wearing glasses,” you huff, continuing to blindly search for your glasses. “I could’ve sworn they were here somewhere— Ow!” You screeched, clutching onto your toe and groaning and hissing in pain.

Childe runs to you, pulling you in his arms and carrying you bridal style. “Snookums— I mean, Your Grace! Are you okay?” Childe asks, holding you close to his chest and walking to the couch to gently set you down.

You’re too engrossed in your stubbed toe that you don’t notice Childe’s slip-up. However, the men stop what they’re doing and look at Childe with their eyebrows raised. Their hands are either propped on their hips, or they cross their arms over their chests. Childe mouths a “what” at the men before turning to you, grabbing the foot you stubbed and massaging it.

You sigh and cover your face with your hand. “I am rendered useless without my glasses,” you sulk, resting your head on the couch cushions. “But to answer your question, Childe, I’m okay. My toe hurts, though,” you whisper.

You don’t wear glasses, and now you do! After arriving at Mondstadt, you had an eye exam, and needless to say, your vision is so bad you’re almost considered legally blind. Therefore, you now wear glasses, and you have lost those said glasses. You have been wandering around your abode, searching for your glasses, only to fail. You could’ve sworn you placed them on your nightstand, but when you went to fetch your glasses, they were nowhere to be seen.

“I’ll be returning to my room now. Since I cannot find my glasses anywhere, I’m assuming they’re still somewhere in my room,” you sigh.

You remove your legs from Childe’s lap and get up from the couch. Kazuha quickly stops you by grabbing your arm and gazing at you with amusement. Of course, your vision is too blurry for you to make out the expression on Kazuha’s face. You squint at Kazuha, gazing at him quizzically. Well, technically, you look like you’re trying to look at the sun.

Kazuha grabs something from the collar of your outfit. You look at Kazuha’s hands, not seeing what he’s doing to the object in his hands. Kazuha tilts your head and places something on your face. You blink, and your vision becomes clear; you’re able to see clearly, thanks to Kazuha. Kazuha found your glasses, and he put them on your face for you.

“Your glasses were hanging on the collar of your clothes, [Y/N]. It seems you have put it there and forgot about it after,” Kazuha chuckles.

Ayato chuckles and shakes his head. “It seems like our dear creator is quite forgetful,” Ayato says, taking a sip of his boba.

You giggle sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. You’re not entirely a forgetful person, but because you have been occupied with visiting nation to nation, you forget about the little things. For example, leaving your glasses to hang on the collar of your shirt is one of them. You didn’t recall picking them up and folding them on your shirt collar. Maybe you need to rest and take a break from your duties as the creator of Teyvat. Starting now by going back to your bedroom and taking a much-needed nap. You’ve answered many prayers already, performed many blessings for the people of Teyvat, and spoken to those who have dropped by your shrine to worship you and drop off offerings to your shrine.

“Your Grace, would you like for us to walk you back to your bedroom?” Baizhu asks, walking toward you and Kazuha.

You smile at Baizhu and shake your head. “Thank you for your offer, Baizhu, but since I have my glasses now, I won’t need any assistance to my bedroom,” you reply.

Venti giggles. “Besides! It’s not like [Y/N] is a senior citizen like block-head over here!” Venti pats Zhongli on the back roughly, making the former Geo archon put on a fake smile to mask his annoyance with the anemo archon.

You snort at Venti’s comment. “Oh, please. I am older than both you and Zhongli. After all, I’m older than Teyvat and the universe as a whole! Did that, perhaps, slip your mind, Barbatos?” You tease.

Venti blushes and looks away, the tips of his ears turning just as red as the apples of his cheeks. You have grown quite close with your loyal acolytes. Technically, even if they are your loyal acolytes, you consider them your friends rather than followers or worshippers, despite that is what they are before you arrive in Teyvat. You’re glad you’re able to form a close friendship with these men and not have it be awkward between the twenty-six of you. You’re grateful for the companionship, and you’re thankful for their assistance and willingness to protect you from harm.

You walk upstairs to your bedroom after informing the men you’re going to your room to rest. When you arrive at your room, you take your glasses off and place them on the nightstand beside your bed. You lay on your bed and close your eyes, feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep. Even though you’re a god and sleep isn’t necessary for you, you would take a nap and sleep as a way to rejuvenate. The days have been long and dragging for you since your arrival at Teyvat, but it’s something you’re not used to. You have been performing miracles and answering prayers day and night. But for some reason, when you arrive at Teyvat, you feel tired. Maybe it’s because you’re a part of their lives now, and you interact with the citizens of Teyvat almost every day because they will stop by at every chance you get.

Fast forward to a week later, you informed the men (now your friends; you get giddy when you call them your friends) you wanted to explore Teyvat, and they raised their eyebrows at you. You stand in front of the twenty-five men, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Even though you’re the higher power and the creator of the universe, your asking them for permission to explore around Teyvat (a world you have built yourself with blood, sweat, and tears) was comical to you for some reason.

“I don’t think you need our permission for you to go out and explore Teyvat, Your Grace. You’re the one in charge here,” Albedo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You laugh sheepishly and play with the tassel hanging from your lavish robe. “I know that, Albedo! But still! You’re all with me almost every hour of the day, and I wanted to ask if it’s okay with you guys if we go out and explore!” You say.

Gorou nods excitedly, his tail wagging fast behind him. “I wouldn’t mind going out and exploring Teyvat with you, [Y/N]! It’ll be fun, and you get to see the things you have created in Teyvat!” Gorou speaks up, smiling from ear to ear.

You giggle and clap your hands. “Great! I’m relieved you’re excited to go out and explore Teyvat with me! Perhaps be my guides while you’re all at it,” you say, reaching up and pinching Gorou’s cheek without thinking.

Feeling your gentle touch on his cheek, your skin against his skin, nearly made Gorou faint. Gorou’s cheeks heat up, the apples of his cheeks turn bright pink, and his tail wags even faster than it already was. You let your hands fall to your sides and turn to look at the men, who quickly act like they weren’t glaring daggers at Gorou not too long ago.

Itto takes a step toward you and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you toward his chest. “Well, if that is what our dear creator wants, then that is what they will get!” Itto announces, patting your head with his other hand.

“Great! Let’s get going now!” You say, getting out of Itto’s grasp and walking to the door to put your shoes on.

Thoma blinks at you and laughs nervously. “Uh, now? I thought we would be going tomorrow or maybe the day after tomorrow!” says Thoma, gazing at you curiously while tilting his head to the side.

You turn to look at the clock on the wall. It’s only ten in the morning. It’s not too early, nor is it too late to go out and explore Teyvat! Plus, it's not like you’ll be dragging everyone to the corners of Teyvat. You want to explore one region first, then explore the following six regions after.

Pierro crosses his arms over his chest. “Do you have a region in mind if we’re going to take you around Teyvat to explore?” Pierro asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

Before you can answer, Pantalone quickly interjects, “We will be exploring the cities and villages. Ruins are out of the exploration options, Your Grace.”

You nod. “Alright, deal! We will not be exploring the ruins, only the cities and villages!” You say. Then something dawns on you. “Wait, what if I want to explore the forests or the mountains?” You ask, propping your hands on your hips as you slip your shoes on your feet.

Dottore raises his eyebrows at you, but you don’t notice it because he’s wearing a mask. Dottore sighs and looks at the men around him. You’re a divine being, and yet you wanted to test to see whether you can withstand the sheer cold or not? You might as well visit Snezhnaya instead of Dragonspine if that area is an option in your exploration.

“Your Grace, I don’t think we should go to the forest to explore. While there are many of us, it’s easy to get lost in the forest,” Dottore says, frowning at you.

You purse your lips and point at Tighnari. “We have a forest ranger with us, Dottore! I’m sure he can guide us all in the forest of Sumeru without any of us getting lost!” You say, smiling widely.

You trot over to where Tighnari stands and loop your arms around his with a big smile. Tighnari blushes and nods in agreement while trying to keep a blank expression on his face. If you look closely, you can see the faint tint of pink on his cheeks. Since he doesn’t have human ears, Tighnari doesn’t have to worry about his ears being the same shade as his cheeks.

Capitano sighs and rubs his temples through his helmet. “If we explore the forest in Sumeru, please try not to wander off or get lost. We don’t want you to get lost in the forest,” Capitano says.

“Hehe, no need to worry about me getting lost, Capitano! If I do get lost, I’m sure all of you will be able to find me in no time!” You say.

You all immediately set out to explore the forest in Sumeru. To be more specific, the forest you’re all exploring is the Avidya Forest! It’s beautiful, and it’s enormous! You never cease to amaze yourself with the things you have created. You created so many things it’s hard to keep up with the things you have made and what randomly sprung into existence.

“What do you think of the Avidya Forest so far, Your Grace?” Heizou asks, walking beside you.

You look at the surrounding trees in awe. “It’s beautiful! The temperatures here are quite nice as well. It’s not hot, and there’s plenty of shade that’ll shield us from the sun!” You say. You turn to look at Heizou and nudge him lightly. “And please call me [Y/N]! I know you’re all used to calling me by my title, but we’re all friends here! I’m not going to smite anyone for calling me by my name,” you say, reaching out and letting your fingers brush against the moss-covered trees.

Baizhu and Tighnari rush to your side. “Your Grace— I mean, [Y/N], you’re not allergic to anything, are you?” Tighnari asks, gently pulling your hands away from the trees.

You blink at the forest ranger and shake your head slowly. “I’m sure I’m not allergic to the things I’ve created, Tighnari! I’m sure moss won’t pose a danger to me,” you say.

“[Y/N] is also a god, and I’m sure it’s rare for a god to get sick,” Thoma comments.

You and the men progress on your exploration in the Avidya Forest. It’s quiet between all of you. Not one person speaks aside from Tighnari. Tighnari leads the group through the thick forest, pointing at the interesting things you all come across during your exploration. Cyno decides to be the first one in the group (aside from Tighnari) to break the silence.

“What would a stand-up comedy team call itself in Sumeru?” Cyno asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tighnari drags out his sigh. Tighnari rubs his temples and shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t start now, Cyno,” Tighnari pleads, closing his eyes.

You tilt your head to the side. “I don’t know, Cyno. What is it?” You ask.

A small smile appears on Cyno’s face, and he says, “The AHAdemiya.”

Almost immediately, everyone around Cyno gives Cyno an unamused look. You snort and shake your head. You’re still unfamiliar with each man in the group, but the joke Cyno cracked just a few seconds ago is a huge contrast to his exterior.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you going to continue to crack jokes while we’re exploring the Avidya Forest for [Y/N]?” Al Haitham asks.

Kaveh huffs, propping his hands on his hips. “In all honesty, I would rather listen to Cyno crack his jokes for hours rather than listen to you complain about the littlest things,” Kaveh interjects, shooting a glare over in Al Haitham’s direction.

Albedo raises his hand. “Personally, I like Cyno’s jokes. I think they’re funny,” Albedo says nonchalantly.

Scaramouche raises his eyebrows at Albedo. “You do?” Scaramouche asks, finding it hard to believe that the Chief Alchemist enjoys jokes as horrible as the ones Cyno told.

You laugh nervously and rub your arms, unsure of how to react to the men bickering with each other. You turn to look at the other men, only to see Kaeya and Diluc arguing with each other. Through the sound of endless chatter, you made out the words “stepped” and “shoes.” You assumed Kaeya stepped on Diluc’s shoes while it was wet from walking through a pond. Then there’s Itto and Childe, getting ready to hit each other with a tree branch. You’re just relieved that they don’t have their weapons drawn out. It would’ve ended badly, and you’re not looking forward to parenting two adults.

“Can you two not fight right now?” Zhongli sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Especially in front of our dear creator,” Zhongli adds under his breath.

Childe huffs and pulls the sleeves up to his elbows. “Oh, lighten up, Mister Zhongli! I’m just here to teach this Oni a lesson about who’s the strongest and is capable of protecting [Y/N] without needing any assistance!”

Itto chortles and tightens his grip on the tree branch in his grasp. “You being a Harbinger does not mean you’re automatically stronger than the rest of us! Get off your high horse unless you want me to knock you off of it,” Itto proclaims, pointing the tree branch at Childe dramatically.

Just when you’re about to intervene and grab everyone’s attention, you see something move from your peripheral vision. You didn’t know what moved from the corner of your eyes, but you’re curious and tempted to see what the movement was. Since the men are too engrossed in their arguments, you decide to follow after the movement.

It’s not like the men are going to continue the exploration of the Avidya Forest without you! Plus, you’re only going to check and see what was moving. Once you get a glimpse of the moving object, being, or creature, you’ll head back to where the other men are at. Sounds easy enough, no? Wrong. You were wrong because the minute your eyes landed on the thing that was moving in the corner of your eyes, you found yourself sitting on the ground in the middle of the forest, occupied by the creature that was waddling away.

“Let’s just continue our exploration of the Avidya Forest! Seeing you all bicker in front of [Y/N] is humiliating, and I’m getting secondhand embarrassment,” Aether says, crossing his arms over his torso and glaring at the men around him.

Venti nods. “I agree! We all came out here to protect and guide [Y/N] while they see more of their creations in person. Instead, we’re arguing instead of doing what we were supposed to do!” Venti says, closing his eyes while rubbing his temples and shaking his head.

Baizhu interjects, “Let’s complete what’s left of the exploration and get something to eat. We’ve been in the Avidya Forest for a few hours now, and I believe [Y/N] might be getting hungry.”

“What do you think, Your Grace? How about we finish the exploration and get something to eat after?” Ayato sighs and turns to where you were standing a few moments ago.

Ayato and the other men freeze when they don’t see you standing in the spot you were at moments ago. Gorou and Tighnari have their ears perked up, listening to every sound very closely to see if it was you in any way. Alas, they did not hear you at all. There’s no sound of your voice, your laughter, your sigh, etc.— nothing at all.

Gorou runs his fingers through his hair. “Great! We lost [Y/N], and we have no idea where they could possibly be! We’re doomed, we’re doomed,” Gorou panics, pacing back and forth.

You couldn’t have wandered off somewhere far; it had only been a few minutes since you had up and left to who knows where. They have thought about splitting into groups to make it quicker to search for you, but some men objected to splitting up and searching for you in groups.

Kazuha scans the area with his red eyes. “The last time Childe, Itto, and Zhongli saw [Y/N] was a few minutes ago. They shouldn’t have strayed too far from the group,” Kazuha murmurs, closing his eyes and feeling the cool breeze against his skin.

“Keep in mind that [Y/N] has a glow around them. Perhaps that will make the search a little bit easier when we’re looking for them,” Kaeya suggests.

Diluc sighs and pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the feeling of frustration starting to set in when he couldn’t find you. How can he be so careless? Diluc was so occupied with arguing with Kaeya that he didn’t realize you had wandered off somewhere. And now look at where they’re at now. Searching for the divine being somewhere in the Avidya Forest.

Diluc presses his lips into a thin line. “I hope they’re okay and unharmed. I understand that it’s been a few minutes since they have wandered off, but I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault,” Diluc sighs.

Xiao scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t blame yourself. You’re not the only one that didn’t keep your eyes on our creator. We were all distracted and didn’t keep a close eye on [Y/N],” Xiao says, letting out a frustrated sigh and running his gloved hands through his hair.

“Xiao’s right. It’s not your fault for [Y/N]’s sudden disappearance. None of us were keeping a keen eye out for them. Therefore, let’s not blame ourselves for [Y/N]’s disappearance,” Dainsleif interjects, dragging out his sigh.

The men immediately start searching around the Avidya Forest for you, searching behind the trees, bushes, and shrubbery. It’s possible that you could be playing a prank on them or testing their skills on their people-searching skills— well, in this case, god-searching skills. The more they look around, the more they become frustrated after not being able to find you in the areas they’re searching about.

“Any luck?” Pantalone calls out.

Pierro sighs and furrows his eyebrows. “Unfortunately, there’s no luck on my end,” Pierro replies.

Dottore pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a sharp exhale. “We’ve searched the vicinity. Where could they be?” Dottore asks, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Are we certain they weren’t taken by Eremites or Treasure hoarders?” Capitano asks, his eyes scanning each person underneath his helmet.

Tighnari and Gorou shake their heads automatically after hearing Capitano’s question. The chances of you being kidnapped by treasure hoarders and eremites are highly unlikely. For starters, Tighnari and Gorou would’ve heard them coming from miles away because of how good their hearings were. Second of all, if you were kidnapped by the two groups mentioned, everyone would’ve heard you struggle and scream.

Gorou sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “We would’ve known they had taken [Y/N] if they did. We would’ve heard them, and they would’ve made themselves known,” Gorou says, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Then where could they be? We searched around for them, and we couldn’t find our dear creator!” Kaveh exclaims, running his hands through his hair.

Before Al Haitham could interject, Tighnari and Gorou froze in their spots. Everyone gives the two men a quizzical look. Tighnari presses his index finger against his lips and gestures for the others to follow him. Tighnari leads the men to the small cave that is well hidden behind the veils of vines. The men cram into the cave and stop when they see the sight in front of them. There, sitting in the center of the cave, is their dearest creator, watching a floating dendro fungus twirl around and bounce in the air happily.

Al Haitham sighs in relief. “Your Grace, you’re safe,” Al Haitham speaks up, startling you and the floating dendro fungus.

You look at the men and wave at them happily, getting up from the ground and brushing dirt off your clothes. You didn’t look hurt, nor did you look scared of the floating dendro fungus in front of you. Speaking of floating dendro fungus, the men notice the creature shrinking back in fear and hiding behind you when you stand up. The floating dendro fungus peeks from behind your legs when you smile at the men after making sure to dust the dirt and grass off your clothes.

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “Ah, I assumed I was gone for too long,” you say.

“[Y/N], we were looking everywhere for you! You gave us a scare, Your Grace!” Heizou whines, hunching over with a dramatic sigh.

You give the men a sympathetic smile and approach them with the floating dendro fungus following close behind. You pull Heizou into a hug and sigh, rubbing the young detective of the Tenryou Commission’s back. Heizou freezes up in your arms for a second before melting in your arms, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek on your head.

You close your eyes and sigh. “I’m sorry for making you all worry. I should’ve said something before wandering off,” you murmur.

“Uh! I think you shouldn’t be wandering off in general! I get that little fungus little guy is cute, but he is dangerous and will kill you if he gets the chance to!” Itto interjects dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the floating dendro fungus behind you.

You pull away from the hug and pout at Itto, petting the floating dendro fungus behind you without taking your eyes off the twenty-five men in front of you. The floating dendro fungus squeaks happily and leans into your touch.

“He didn’t hurt me! He’s the sweetest!” You say.

You turn around, pick up the floating dendro fungus and hug the fungus to your chest. You pet the fungus before holding it out toward the men, some flinching away from the adorable creature and taking a step back.

You smile sheepishly. “Can we keep it?”

Scaramouche scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Absolutely not,” Scaramouche says.

Ayato sighs and analyzes the fungus in your grasp. The fungus stares back at Ayato, blinking at the Kamisato heir owlishly. “It’s adorable, but you know they harm the people of Teyvat, [Y/N]. It may not have hurt you, but it can hurt other people around you and us,” Ayato gently explains.

You visibly deflate, letting out a tiny “oh,” before putting the floating dendro fungus back on the ground. The floating dendro fungus squeaks sadly, rubbing up against your leg. You pout and let out a few sniffles. You kneel in front of the floating dendro fungus, saying a few words of comfort and encouragement before watching it scurry out of the cave.

Aether clears his throat awkwardly. “So, do you want to continue to explore the Avidya Forest, or do you want to return to the abode?” Aether asks, scratching his right arm while waiting for you to reply.

You pucker your lips and think for a second. “Do you guys think we can order something and bring it back to the abode?” You ask, stroking your chin. “It’s been a while since I’ve had something cooked in a restaurant.”

Thoma raises his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? Since you arrived in Teyvat, you’ve always had food cooked for you at the abode and when you’re having dinner with the leaders and archons of that nation,” Thoma says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You give Thoma a smile. “Whenever I’m bored, sometimes I would sneak into Teyvat and get something to eat. This isn’t my first time visiting Teyvat. It’s my first time exploring Teyvat out in the open without having to wear a disguise,” you reply.

Venti stares at you with his mouth agape. “You’ve visited Teyvat before?” Venti whispers.

Xiao rolls his eyes. “[Y/N] said that not too long ago, Venti. You’re just repeating their comment back to them,” Xiao mutters.

“I’ll explain everything over lunch. I’m starting to get hungry,” you say, putting both your hands over your stomach and feeling it rumble.

While you and the men are walking in Sumeru City, Cyno decides to break the silence.

“What did the mushroom say to the other mushrooms that all grew together and away from him?” Cyno asks casually, his eyes scanning the lively city.

Venti hum and taps his chin, trying to think of an answer. “I don’t know, Cyno! What is it?” Venti asks, looking at the Mahamatra curiously.

A small smile appears on his face. “Hey, let me join you guys. I swear I'm a fungi!”

The men around you let out a collective groan and give the Mahamatra a side-eye. You snort and shake your head. While the twenty-three men are groaning and rolling their eyes at Cyno’s jokes, Albedo cracks a smile and shakes his head, laughing under his breath while searching for a place for you all to eat.

Ever since that day, when you and the twenty-five men go out and explore, they made sure to keep their eyes on you in case you wander off like last time. Luckily, you didn’t wander off and stray away from the group during the explorations. You knew the men were protective of you. Still, you never knew how crazy protective they are of you until this one specific incident happened.

It’s a known fact that everyone in Teyvat worships you. Everyone, even the archons from the respective seven nations, worships you. When you have worshippers, there are those who casually worship you, there are people who are very devoted to you, and some devotees take it to the extreme and make things incredibly uncomfortable for you.

You and your friends, who are also your bodyguards, and most loyal acolytes, are walking to your nearest shrine in Inazuma. It’s a beautiful day out in Inazuma, and you want to take a stroll around the City of Eternity to admire the view and feel the nice cool breeze under the sun. Of course, since it’s a stroll under the sun, the men brought their umbrellas to shield you from the heat and the UV rays. Though you insist they use their umbrellas to cover themselves from the sun while you share an umbrella with Capitano because he is the one that’s guiding you to the shrine.

“It’s hot out today, isn’t it? It’s a good thing it’s a bit windy today, or else we would all melt because of the heat,” you say, sighing with contentment when you feel the cool breeze on your warm skin.

Baizhu nods. “Indeed it is. I was quite surprised when you said you wanted all of us to take a stroll to your shrine when we could teleport there instead,” says Baizhu.

“Perhaps it was a mistake, but you know what? It’s fine, and on the bright side, we’re almost to the shrine!” You say, wrapping your arms around Capitano’s biceps as he walks beside you.

The men have positions where they let you hold their arm while you’re out in Teyvat. While there’s no need for them to do that, they insist on doing it anyway because it’s to make sure you don’t trip or stumble on a pebble or uneven pavement when out of the abode. This position was established when you didn’t have glasses, but it remained after you got prescriptions. You think it’s kind of them to care about your safety! What you didn’t know is the reason why the arm-holding position remained is that these men wanted you to touch them. Not in an obscene way, but they like being close to you, and seeing you touch them, link your arms with theirs, hug them, etc., makes them crave for more of your touch.

“What are we going to be doing after we visit the shrine?” Kazuha asks, watching the sakura blooms fly and dance in the air.

You hum softly. “Ei invited us to have lunch with her, Kujou Sara, and Yae Miko at the Tenshukaku! How could I turn down an invite?” You say, turning to look at the men.

You hear Scaramouche make an audible “ugh” as he crosses his arms over his chest with his face pinching up with disgust and annoyance. Then there’s Itto, his face scrunching up at the mention of Kujou Sara. Gorou, on the other hand, looks anxious. His pupils are dilated, and his ears are pulled back while smiling at you nervously. Poor Gorou looks like he’s about to pass out at any moment. It seems like these three men aren’t fond of the women you mentioned. You blink at Itto, Scaramouche, and Gorou and turn to look at the others, who shrug in response.

Albedo clears his throat. “Is it just a lunch, or did the Raiden Shogun invite you for a meeting and then lunch after?” Albedo asks.

“I believe it’s just lunch! She didn’t mention anything about a meeting,” you reply.

When you and the twenty-five men arrive at the shrine dedicated to you in Inazuma, the shine is bigger than you remember. There is an enormous marble statue of you, cradling Teyvat in your hands with your eyes closed while sitting on the cement block. In front of the statue are offerings made to you. From flowers to food, Mora, alcohol, and many more things you could barely make out.

“What’s that?” Diluc asks, reaching for the pink envelope that is decorated with heart and flower stickers.

Kaeya takes the envelope from Diluc’s hands, ignoring the glare the redhead shot in his direction. Kaeya is about to open the envelope, but he stops himself. Kaeya walks over to where you’re standing and hands you the letter. You look at Kaeya curiously, grab the pink envelope from Kaeya’s hands and begin to open the envelope with care.

“I was going to have a look at it, but it wouldn’t be right for me to open a letter that is written for our dear creator,” says Kaeya, giving you a charming smile.

You smile at Kaeya and continue to open the envelope. “How generous of you, Kaeya,” you say.

Everyone, including yourself, assumed there was a prayer written in the envelope. The twenty-five men back up to give you some privacy to read the letter once you pull out a pink piece of paper. Your eyes skim the letter, and your facial expression quickly morphs from curious to horrified. A paper falls from the envelope, landing on the ground in front of you.

“Oh? What’s this?” Albedo asks, picking the paper off the ground and flipping it over.

The men crowd around Albedo to look at the paper in Albedo’s grasp. You cover your mouth with your left hand and crush the letter in the other. The men all equally let out gasps and quickly looked away from the scandalous image. You let out a shaky breath, giving the men a fake smile.

“You know, I knew I have devoted worshippers, but this person takes it to the next level,” you say, letting your balled-up fist fall at your side. “Judging by your reactions, I don’t even want to look at whatever you all have witnessed.”

Pantalone shakes his head. “You don’t want to see it, Your Grace. For the sake of your sanity, it’s best you never glance at that picture,” Pantalone says.

“I know we arrived at the shrine not too long ago, but I think it's best we leave the shrine to inform the Raiden Shogun of this situation,” Pierro says gruffly.

You press your lips into a thin line and nod. You and the men are about to leave the shrine when all twenty-six of you hear rapid footsteps approaching the shrine. Diluc snatches the letter from the ground along with the paper from Albedo’s grasp and burns it. You watch the letter and paper disintegrate into ashes, pieces of the paper and letter fluttering to the ground.

The footsteps get louder and louder, and before you all know it, the owner of those footsteps stops a few feet away from where you and the men are standing. The owner of the footsteps lets out a loud yet strained gasp, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Oh my gosh! Your Grace! You’re really here!” A man whispers, covering his mouth with his shaky hands in awe.

You smile at the man. “Indeed, I am! I was stopping by the shrine to check on its condition,” you say.

The man looks starstruck, his entire being trembling with excitement and anxiousness. You and the men trade looks with each other, unsure of what else to say other than act polite. This man could be stopping by the shrine to pay his respects, but given the look in his eyes, the feeling of dread looms over you. The man rushes toward you, but Capitano and Pierro immediately block him from getting toward you while the other men surround you in a large yet tight circle.

“You dare to get close to our creator?” Dottore demands, glaring at the man behind his mask.

The Inazuman man glares at Dottore with pure hatred. “I am our creator’s most devoted follower! How dare you try to get in between them and me!” The Inazuman man exclaims.

You squeeze your hand around the pink envelope, crushing it in your grasp. The envelope crinkling under your grip grabs the man’s attention. His eyes fall on your hands, his eyes widen, and he looks at you in shock and in awe. The Inazuman man seems almost giddy.

The man whispers, “You’ve read my letter, Your Grace? A-And you’ve seen the….”

Childe’s expression sours, his hands itching to draw out his weapon. “You’re the one that wrote that letter and sent that picture?” Childe demands, his hands trembling with anger.

You look at Childe quizzically. “What was the picture?” You whisper.

Dainsleif shakes his head. “It’s best you don’t know, Your Grace. You will be revolted if you were to know what the picture contained,” Dainsleif says, looking at the Inazuman man with disgust.

Realization dawns on the Inazuman man; the look of horror and rage flashes across his face. His face pinches up with anger, his lips scrunch in a thin line, and his eyebrows are knitted together. The Inazuman man points at the men surrounding you.

“How dare you all look at the letter and picture I sent to my creator! It’s an invasion of my privacy, and you not only disrespected me, but you disrespected my dearest creator!” The Inazuman man bellows.

Zhongli’s eyes begin to glow ominously as he approaches the angry Inazuman man. Zhongli grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and yanks him forward. The two men are now face to face; the Inazuman man’s feet are dangling off the floor.

“You are the one that sent our creator an obscene image. You are the one that disrespected our creator but have the audacity to be upset?!” Zhongli hisses, tightening his grip around the man’s shirt collar.

The Inazuman man thrashes in Zhongli’s grasp and starts hurling profanities at the former Geo archon. You sigh and rub your throbbing temples, closing your eyes. Today was supposed to be an easygoing day. Yet, someone like this Inazuman man is making it hard for you all to have a relaxing day at the shrine before having lunch with Ei, Yae Miko, and Kujou Sara.

You step forward and tap Zhongli’s shoulders, grabbing the funeral consultant’s attention. “Release him. We’ll inform the Raiden Shogun about the situation, and she, or Kujou Sara, will handle the situation,” you say.

Aether huffs, glaring at the black-haired Inazuman man after Zhongli releases the man from his grasp. “I think we should go to the authorities first to report this situation before heading to the Tenshukaku for lunch,” Aether mutters.

Heizou nods. “I agree! How about you all go to Tenshukaku while I file a report. In the meantime, I will take this man to the Tenryou Commission,” Heizou says, approaching the Inazuman man and slapping handcuffs on the man’s wrists.

You nod and cross your arms over your chest. “I would hate for it to turn out this way, but it seems like we have no other choice,” you murmur. You turn to Heizou and place your hand on his shoulder. “Please try to return to me as fast as possible,” you say.

Heizou’s eyes widen with surprise, and he nods, trying to act like your words had no impact on him at all. Heizou grabs the man and pulls him out of the shrine, with a few men (Childe, Zhongli, Al Haitham, Pierro, Capitano, Xiao, Ayato, and Diluc) following him. After they left, Thoma volunteered to be the one to take you to the Tenshukaku.

Here you are, sitting across from Ei, Yae Miko, and Kujou Sara. You have a porcelain teacup in your hands, lightly tapping your fingers on the cup nervously. The men stands close behind your seat, eyes scanning the Tenshukaku. Ei raises her eyebrows at the men behind you before turning to look at you.

“Your Grace?” Ei asks softly.

You pull your eyes away from your teacup and make eye contact with the electro archon. Ei smiles at you worriedly and places her cup down on the saucer.

“Yes, Ei?” You murmur.

Ei gazes at you intently, leaning back in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left leg. The electro archon studies you for a moment, not saying anything. You look skittish and frazzled, and it worries the three women sitting across from you.

Yae Miko clears her throat. “Are you alright? If you’re not feeling well, we can always have lunch next time,” says Yae Miko.

You shake your head. “No, no! I’m feeling alright! I…” you trail off, taking in a deep breath.

You turn to look at the men behind you. They all stare back at you worriedly, unsure whether they should speak on your behalf or not.

You clear your throat. “You may have noticed that some of my protectors are not present with us at the moment. That is because they have some businesses to deal with,” you say, tracing the small intricate designs on the teacup with your index finger.

Kujou Sara sits up straight. “Did something happen, Your Grace?” Kujou Sara asks stiffly, her eyebrows furrowing.

The doors to the Tenshukaku open, and the nine men walk into the building. A wave of relief washes over you. You let out a long exhale and get up from your seat. You walk toward the nine men, with the other men following behind. You stop in your tracks when you see blood splatters on the men’s clothes and their faces.

You point at them. “Why is there blood on your clothes?” You ask.

Childe smiles at you and pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his cheek on your head while sighing with contentment. “You won’t have to worry about him anymore, Your Grace. We made sure he won’t be bothering you anymore,” Childe says, pulling away from the hug.

Tighnari looks at Childe skeptically. “You guys didn’t kill him, did you?” Tighnari asks cautiously.

“Of course not! We taught him a lesson first before turning him to the Tenryou Commissions,” Al Haitham replies, crossing his arms over his chest while scratching the dried blood off his right shoulder.

Yae Miko raises her eyebrows and stands by your side with Ei and Kujou Sara. “He? Tenryou Commission? Did something happen on your way to the Tenshukaku?” Asked Yae Miko. She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her bicep with her perfectly manicured fingers.

Gorou laughs nervously and turns to look at you. You nod, signaling for Gorou to explain to the three women what had happened before your arrival at the Tenshukaku. Before Gorou could explain the situation, Ei raised her hand to stop Gorou.

Ei gestures to the table where you all were before the nine men arrived at the Tenshukaku. “Let’s talk over lunch. You haven’t touched your food since your arrival,” Ei says.

You nod and follow after the electro archon with the men following close behind you. You sit in your seat and reach for the chopsticks, stirring your noodles and sighing. Ei looks at Gorou and gestures for Gorou to start explaining what had happened on your way to your shrine before going to the Tenshukaku to meet up with the three women for lunch. After explaining what happened to Kujou Sara, Ei, and Yae Miko, Ei shakes her head with distaste.

“I will head over to the Tenryou Commission right now to deal with him,” Kujou Sara declares, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides.

Diluc shakes his head. “There’s no need to do that. We have already taken care of him,” Diluc says.

Yae Miko looks at Diluc with amusement. “Oh? And what are you implying?” She asks, leaning back in her seat and raising her eyebrows at the redhead wine tycoon standing behind you.

Pierro huffs behind you, glaring at the kitsune sitting across from you. “That is none of your concern. We have handled this situation already,” the first Harbinger interjects, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ei narrows her eyes at Pierro and sighs. Ei looks at you, who’s too busy eating the noodles in front of you while trying to drown out the conversation around you. Ei gets up from her seat and walks around the table, kneeling before you. You’re pulled from your thoughts when the electro archon places a gentle hand over yours.

Ei says in a soft tone, “Your Grace, I understand your,” she looks over at the group of men behind you, “bodyguards are here to protect you and can handle the situation, but this happened in my nation. As the ruler and archon of Inazuma, please, let me handle it,” Ei pleads.

Capitano sighs and points his thumb over in Heizou’s direction. “If you want to talk about the situation, you must go to Shikanoin Heizou for information. After all, he is the one that turned this Inazuman man to the Tenryou Commission,” Capitano says.

Heizou nods his head stiffly. Ei looks at the men, then at you before sighing quietly. She nods and stands, walking back to her seat and sitting between Yae Miko and Kujou Sara. Lunch proceeded, and the tension wasn’t at an all-time high like how you would expect it to be after Gorou explained to the three women what had happened.

By the time lunch ended, you were drained and ready to go home and relax. You bid the three women goodbyes before leaving the Tenshukaku. Before leaving the Tenshukaku, Kujou Sara quickly informs Heizou that she will need to see him and the other men for information on the strange Inazuman man the next day.

“How are you feeling, [Y/N]? It’s been a long day for you, and you had to deal with someone as atrocious as that Inazuman man,” Ayato says, guiding you into the estate.

You give Ayato a small smile, rest your head on his arms, and close your eyes. “I’m feeling drained, Ayato. I need to relax in the bathhouse to get my mind off what happened today and what the letter contained,” you shivered.

“We’ll get the bathhouse and hotspring ready for you,” Thoma says, dragging Itto and the other men with him.

Itto’s eyes widen. “What?! I wanted to stay with [Y/N]!” Itto protests, groaning loudly while letting Thoma drag him away from you.

While you’re getting ready to go to the bathhouse in your bedroom, the men are downstairs, speaking to Heizou and the other eight men that went with him to the Tenryou Commission. Gorou sits on the armrest of the couch, his arms crossed over his midriff.

“You nine are covered in blood. Did you guys kill that lunatic?” Kaveh asks, raising his eyebrows at the nine men that stand before him and the others.

Xiao shakes his head. “We didn’t kill him, but we did teach him a lesson and made sure he wouldn’t do such a thing ever again,” replies Xiao.

“Why didn’t you kill him? If we don’t get rid of him, he will continue what he’s been doing if he recovers,” Dottore huffs, rolling his eyes underneath his mask.

Dainsleif frowns at Dottore and pinches the bridge of his nose. “If we got rid of him, then [Y/N] will know. We only kept him alive so he could rot in prison for his crimes. People like him don’t deserve an easy way out of their crimes,” Dainsleif interjects.

The men fall silent when they hear your bedroom door open. You trot down the stairs and tighten the robe's rope, giving the men a small smile. You look exhausted, but the warm glow and tiny sparkles around you don’t dim. Despite being in your presence every day, you never cease to make them feel breathless with your presence and warm smile.

Baizhu quickly approaches you. “How are you feeling, [Y/N]? You won’t be at the bathhouse for too long now, are you?” Baizhu asks, looking at you worriedly.

“I’m feeling a little bit better! I think relaxing in the bathhouse for an hour would make me feel better. Thank you for asking!” You reply, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Kaeya raises his hand. “Would you be okay with us standing outside the bathhouse to make sure no one sneaks in while you’re taking a dip in the hotspring?” Kaeya asks.

You shake your head. “I don’t mind!” you say, walking toward the door and slipping your sandals on. “Besides, I feel safe with all of you. None of you have posed a threat to me, nor have any of you made me feel uncomfortable,” you said, turning to look at the men with a faint smile on your face.

Gorou looks at you with stars in his eyes. “You feel safe with us?” Gorou whispers, his tail wagging behind him.

“Of course I do! You all kept me safe while I was in Teyvat. You all guided me to places I needed to go when I didn’t have glasses. You all made sure to protect me from the people who are my most devoted follower,” you say shyly.

Scaramouche clears his throat, looks away, and crosses his arms over his chest with a huff of breath. “Of course, we’ll protect you! What kind of protectors and friends would we be if we didn’t protect you at all costs?” Scaramoche asks, his cheeks turning crimson red.

Kazuha approaches you, gently grabs your hand, and presses a kiss on your knuckles. “We will always protect our dearest creator,” Kazuha says softly.

The men nod, approaching you and stopping near you and Kazuha.

“We are devoted to you, and we’ll do anything to protect our dear creator,” Albedo adds.

Pantalone adds, “Even if it means we have to kill someone to protect you. We’ll make sure that no one touches a single hair on your head, Your Grace.”

The men collectively bow to you with their right hand over their chest, catching you off guard. You’re very well aware of their dedication and loyalty to you, and you appreciate them very much. There’s not a time when you wish you were alone and could walk around Teyvat on your own. Their presence, friendship, and guidance mean everything to you, and you’re truly grateful for each of them. You’re grateful for them just as much as they are grateful for you, their dear creator.

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