#i quit my job a while ago so uh

[ang3l0fthursday]

author note: i couldn’t come up with a name!

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: first time with matt😴

warnings: | p in v | first time together but NOT virginity loss | sub! matt x soft dom!reader | no use of y/n | slight overstimulation? | riding | hand job |

lmk if i missed anything! (pretty please!)

word count: 1.5k

matt is blue

reader is pink

you and matt had been dating for around a month now, you were both comfortable with each other but everything was still very new.very new.

you had yet to be intimate, sure there was kissing and making out but nothing passed clothes.

it’s not that you hadn’t ever done anything, you have experience, not a lot but enough to know what you were doing.

—— first person

matt and i were watching a movie, i had tuned out what it was, deciding to go on my phone instead. matt had switched back and forth, ultimately deciding on his phone

“this movie kinda sucks huh” matt sighed, his hand that was wrapped under my lower back started mindlessly stroking my side

“i wouldn’t know i quit paying attention a long time ago” i laughed

he simply smiled before lowering his head down to meet me, his lips landed on mine in a soft kiss

i leaned up slightly to get a better angle and matt’s hand slipped to the back of my head, pushing me into kissing him deeper

his hand left my head and made its way under the bend of my knee, bringing me forward onto his lap

i pulled away and simply smiled before leaning back in for another kiss

i adjusted my hips, making matt let out a groan

i pulled away to look at him with a curious look, his cheeks flushed in a soft apple-y color

i moved my hips again shyly

matt’s eyelashes fluttered shut and his breath hitched

my hands found their way to the sides of his face and pulled him back in for yet another kiss

i slowly started to move my hips back and forth across his length

matt let out soft noises against my lips

holy fuck.

i let a hand slip down to his waistband

“can i?”

i hadn’t stopped my movements so he struggled out an “uh huh”

his eyes were shut tight and his mouth hung open as i slipped my hand below both his sweatpants, and boxers waistband

i shuffled back slightly, allowing myself room

“sit up a little for me baby”

he pushed himself up a little, while he did so his hands gripped tight down beside him

“thank you baby.. are you sure?”

“i’m sure”

i pulled his length out of his boxers, hesitating a little at his size

“you’re so big matty” i giggled

he grabbed the neckline of my shirt, pulling me into him, and placing his lips on mine. as he did so i stroked slightly up his length, he shuddered underneath me.

my hand slowly started speeding up, grazing over his tip

he let out a whine when i let go

“come here baby”

he leant forward and i grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head

“don’t wanna messy up one of your shirts do we?”

he simply shook his head, i grabbed his length again and his head flew back when my thumb when over his slit. he let out a strangled moan and i tilted his face forwards me while i started stroking him faster

he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me forward, his forehead laid down on my shoulder and his whimpers and moans got louder.

“fuck m-“ he started, before going silent again

oh?

“what was that matty?”

“fuck mama f-feels so good”

his arms gripped tighter around me, he bucked his hips up

“shh it’s okay matty”

he panted and panted and i stayed the same pace, not wanting to change the way he was feeling.

“please- please please oh- my god!”

“please what matty?”

“fuck don’t stop”

“i wasn’t gonna baby”

he lifted his head up to kiss me before laying his head in the crook of my neck, he bit down only slightly before bucking his hips up again

“i’m so close please don’t stop- fuck oh my god”

“shhh it’s okay matty you’re doing so good”

he bucked his hips up one last time before white spurts flooded out of him and onto his chest

he panted and whimpered and i slowly let off of his pretty cock,

as soon as i let go he pulled me in for a kiss, the kiss felt as though it was filled with more. with want.

before the kiss ended i felt something at my pants, i let go of him and looked down to see his soft fingers tugging at my pants

i looked to his face to see him already looking up at me in a sort of plea

“please”

“what’s wrong matty?”

“want you to feel good too mama”

i glanced down at his length to see he was already hard again

oh.

“okay” i smiled

“are you sure?” he asked, his demeanor changing as if there was no way i’d agree

“of course matt, i promise you im sure”

i kissed him before standing and pulling down both my bottoms and my panties, as well as my shirt. After, i pulled matt’s pants and boxers down all the way off of him and threw them next to my own clothes.

i got back on the bed and hovered above matt’s lap

i pecked his lips before grabbing his cock and moving his tip in a line through my folds.

he gasped slightly as his head leaned back and his jaw went limp

i slowly slid down his length and he immediately let out a loud moan.

i settled in and breathed before slowly shifting my hips causing matt to whimper out loudly

“shit! oh my god”

i sped up my movements,matt’s arms went to wrap around my waist and i wrapped my own around his head, bringing him into my chest.

he panted into my breasts as i moved my hips back and forth. i could feel his length pulse inside of me

“f-fuck im so s-sensitive” he whimpered into my chest

“it’s okay matty- fuck!”

i couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, he just feels so good.

“god you belong inside me matty”

“fuck- mama i’m close”

“not yet matt you can hold out for me can’t you?”

he nodded his head against me and bucked his hips up. he moaned out, begging for his release

“fuck please mama please i need to- to cum so bad please”

“im almost there matt hold on”

i sped up my hip movements, my clit bumped against his skin, causing me to let out a loud noise

everything was so tight inside of me, i clenched down onto his cock and threw my head back.

“fuck cum with me matty”

as soon as i uttered those words i felt him cum inside me, i clenched down unintentionally from the wave of pleasure that came over me, my mouth hanging open silently

matt on the other hand was being anything but quiet, he moaned and whimpered incoherently, i could only make out quiet curses and he slowed his movements, as did i.

i kept my eyes closed as i calmed my breathing

i carded my hands through his soft hair for a minute before kissing his head and going to pull off of him. As i tried doing so he held his arms around me tighter

“i gotta get off matty” i giggled

“just- just give me a minute” he spoke through deep breaths and pants

“okay matty” i smiled and kissed his head a bunch before wrapping my arms around his head once more

i waited a few more seconds, and as i was about to ask matt why we wanted to wait to pull out, i felt him move in my core and shuffle slightly

“matt? are you h-“

“uh huh” he admitted shyly

he was hard. again.

“please ma one more- just one more”

he faded out of his sentence as he kept moving my hips down onto his

he lifted my hips up his length before slamming me back down onto him

“fuck! matt- oh my god!”

his hands made no attempt at pausing as he sped up his movements on his cock

“oh shit matt”

i felt like i was in bliss. the way his hands gripped at my sides, the way his cock fluttered inside me, and the way he whimpered and moaned my name.

i suddenly noticed that matt had been doing all the work this time so i grabbed his hands and placed them together, holding them down on his chest and moving my hips and the same rhythm that matt had already set. my face was inches from his, his face looked so pretty with his eyebrows knitted and his jaw slack

“god- fuck! mama you make me feel so good- i’m so close oh my god”

“me too baby- fuck” i muttered under my breath before i snapped my hips forward a little quicker then i had before, and at that- matt struggled out a moan and came inside me, my walls fluttered down onto him and the band in my core snapped with his

matt’s hips twitched and kept bucking up as we both came down from our highs together,

he panted before kissing my neck and biting down, holding back one last whimper.

he panted against my neck before pulling back and just looking at me as i took my own deep breaths

he smiled giddily and just giggled. his hand came up and slipped my hair behind my ear and pulled me in for a kiss

i pulled away, “do you think chris or nick heard?”

[saphronethaleph]

The Deal

“Only through me can you achieve a power greater than any Jedi,” Palpatine said. “Learn to know the dark side of the Force, Anakin, and you will be able to save your wife from certain death.”

“What did you say?” Anakin asked.

“Use my knowledge, I beg you…” Palpatine pleaded.

“You’re a Sith Lord!” Anakin said.

He reached for his lightsaber, then paused.

“That story you told, about Darth Plagueis,” he said. “You mean – that was true? He really did discover a way to save people from death?”

“Yes, Anakin,” Palpatine agreed. “And I will-”

“So,” Anakin interrupted, frowning. “How do you know it? You said his apprentice murdered him in his sleep.”

“Because he taught everything to… his apprentice… before dying,” Palpatine explained.

“Again,” Anakin said, patiently. “How do you know it?”

“I was that apprentice!” Palpatine explained.

“So you killed your master in his sleep, and you ordered me to kill your apprentice, Dooku,” Anakin said. “You know, Chancellor, this isn’t a great job offer.”

“But think of what you have to gain, Anakin,” Palpatine said. “I can save your wife. Isn’t that what matters?”

“...yeah,” Anakin agreed, still frowning. “So when did Plagueis die?”

“About… fifteen years ago, now?” Palpatine said. “Maybe sixteen? Something like that. Why does that matter?”

“Just wanting to make sure I’ve got all the information, Chancellor,” Anakin replied. “Who have you been healing? Because I don’t actually think you’ve got any loved ones.”

He made a face. “Obi-Wan once took me aside and told me about what to look out for when an older man was going to try and touch me in the wrong way.”

“You see?” Palpatine asked. “He doesn’t trust you!”

“I see his point, though,” Anakin said. “Because you don’t have any loved ones that I can think of, like I say… so who have you been healing?”

Palpatine frowned.

“...why does that matter, Anakin?” he asked.

“Because it sounds like you learned how to do this at least fifteen years ago and you’ve never actually tried it,” Anakin clarified. “Which really sounds like you can’t do it, or even if you could before your medical license has expired.”

“I most certainly can!” Palpatine said, his patience fraying slightly. “Anakin, I am trying to help you!”

“Okay, then,” Anakin replied. “Teach me now.”

Palpatine made a face.

“If I do that, then how will I know you won’t betray me?” he said.

“...you’re saying that the only thing that would keep me from betraying you is if you don’t teach me the healing technique,” Anakin said, nodding. “So you’ve got no reason to get around to teaching me. I know how to lure an Eopie, Chancellor.”

“It will take too long to teach you, anyway,” Palpatine declared. “We can’t do it tonight. It won’t fit.”

“You’re really trying to help me, huh?” Anakin said. “Because all the visions I’ve been having about my wife dying are about it happening soon…”

He stopped.

“Actually, how do you know about that? I don’t think I ever told you.”

“Oh, please, it’s obvious that you’re married-” Palpatine said, rolling his eyes.

“I mean about the certain death bit,” Anakin explained. “It’s a bit of a guess.”

He frowned, visibly thinking. “And, uh… okay, so what you’re saying is that… you’re a Sith, you want to take direct control of the Jedi, and that’s because of the war against the Separatists, who were led by Count Dooku. Who was your apprentice… and then for me, personally, you want me to turn to the Dark Side so you can teach me a healing technique you’ve never actually used yourself, while you’ve killed the last two people who worked directly with you the moment they were no longer useful to you.”

Palpatine looked pained.

“That’s a very negative attitude, Anakin,” he said.

“I want to make sure I’ve got all this straight, is all,” Anakin replied.

Mace Windu’s commlink beeped, in a specific pattern that indicated it was a member of the Council.

“Windu here,” he said, raising the device to his ear.

“Master, I quit,” Anakin told him. “Also I married Senator Amidala at the start of the war, Palpatine was the Sith Lord, and I’d quite like to sleep for a week at some point. I’ve had a very long day.”

“...what?” Mace asked, a bit overloaded himself.

“Like, I’m pretty sure my day has had the sun go down three times so far,” Anakin went on. “Also the Chancellor exploded when I killed him. It’s okay, he was shooting lightning at me, that makes it fair.”

[makeyoumine69]

Being Bateman's Tradwife | NSFW HEADCANON

Pairing: Patrick Bateman x gn!Reader; CW: SMUT, Romance and mostly Fluff. Links: [MASTERLIST]; Song Rec: Isabel LaRosa — i'm yours; A/N: This is dedicated to @batemans-malewife, I hope you like it, my dear friend! 💗 If you find any mistakes regarding gn!reader, please let me know.

At first, the whole idea of being a tradwife made you nervous, especially when Patrick insisted that you quit your job and let him take care of all aspects of your life; not to mention his complex personality and unhealthy perfectionism in almost...everything?

But then, when you finally decided to give it a try, the hurricane of domestic life consumed you faster than you could imagine, and you didn't notice how you got used to making him breakfast in the morning before he went to work.

Bateman would watch you float around his modern kitchen like a fairy, wearing something neat and tight that would make him hard even after the morning sex you had a few moments ago; his hazel eyes would peer over the Times he was reading, not missing a sway of your delicious hips. And when Patrick would trap you between his massive frame and the kitchen counter, you would just gasp and smile innocently, pretending you were not seducing him all this time.

Romance. Oh, sometimes Bateman could be such an old-fashioned romantic, who loved to give you flowers, lingerie and various other gifts because he wanted nothing more than to make his dear wife happy; although his generosity was charming, there were moments when you found it embarrassing, particularly when Patrick took you to Tiffany & Co. and asked you to pick out any jewelry you liked. After all, Bateman enjoyed spoiling you because he COULD afford it.

Living under the same roof as Bateman meant being ready to be caught by him anywhere — even if you were just going to take a shower, this man would catch you there too, hugging you from behind and pressing your wet body against his strong one, kissing your neck while his hard length rubbed between your legs, turning you both to the point of no return when your single moan was enough to ignite his desire.

"Mmhhm-Patrick..." The way you called out his name drove him absolutely crazy, especially with your eyes closed like that, Bateman couldn't resist it.

"Fuck, you look so cute like that," he purred in your ear before tugging gently on your hair to make you arch your back. "Spread your legs wider, yeah, just like that," his praise was sweet as honey, warming your heart and inducing you to forget how to breathe. "Uh, such an obedient little Bunny."

The way his thick cock brushed over your ass would set your body on fire, his tight embrace would make you feel so small and fragile but at the same time so protected and cherished; it was the best feeling in the world to be held in the arms of your beloved man.

Hot and bothered, Bateman would nip at your shoulder blade and give himself a few hard strokes before leisurely pushing himself into your tight hole, relishing the way you clung to his brawny biceps and gasping at how perfectly he was stretching you from the inside out.

"Mmm-so good, you feel so fucking good," his low groan echoed off the shower walls, mingling with the sound of the flowing water. "Relax, honey, I got you."

And he really meant it when he said those words. 

Every time you had sex and Patrick saw you struggling to take his huge dick, he would soothe you, but never stop ramming into your malleable flesh, forcing your legs to shake and your throat to spasm in lewd whimpers.

This man was everything to you, and you were everything to him.

Waking each other up by giving oral pleasure would become your favorite ritual that would help you unleash your carnal desires, because there was nothing shameful about making the person you loved feel as good as possible.

Bateman's breath would hitch at the touch of your wet tongue on his swollen tip as you lapped at it like a curious kitten, your coy ministrations would amuse him but at the same time they would be the most powerful fuel for his arousal.

On top of that, there would be evenings of watching his favorite slasher movies, which would turn into something spicy as soon as you snuggled up against his broad chest, seeking protection because you were scared. Patrick would make you sit on his lap and kiss you so passionately that you would moan into his mouth, spurring him on to use his hands more brazenly, squeezing your ass and hips without shame.

And if you were jealous, he wouldn't punish you for it, no. It would boost his ego for sure, but he would do his best to show you that you are the only one he desires at all costs. Bateman would worship every little part of your body or fuck you senseless if it would help demolish any silly thoughts about you not deserving him.

"Baby, look at me," Patrick mused, cupping your sad face in his big palms. "I want you to remember what I'm about to say."

Lowering your head, you closed your eyes for a second before finally daring to look into his dark ones. "I'm sorry to bring this up again. It's just..."

"Shhh, (y/n,) listen," his voice became even more affectionate after your words. "You are my darling, my beautiful wife. I chose you and I don't need anyone else," Bateman's hand slowly traced your cheek, wiping away your shimmering tears. "Because I've found myself in you."

To prove his words, the man sealed your lips with a kiss full of love and tenderness, constantly caressing your face and holding you close.

The two of you wouldn't even remember how long you stayed like that on the Manhattan Bridge, hugging each other so tightly as if you were two magnets. Even if the whole world was against you, you would always have each other, and that was the only thing that mattered.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[kinardgo]

I saw a post a while ago about Tommy and Buck running into Buck's exes, but I'd be interested in them running into Tommy's exes (boyfriend and/or girlfriends)

i spent such a long time fleshing out an OC for this tiny little oneshot but i could not get this out of my head gfhdhsjjdf.

EDIT: okay this isn't tiny and maybe i got over excited.

bucktommy / rated t / prompt requests still open

-

"Tommy?"

Chim stops mid-sentence, hands still up in a gesture, and his mouth is a little open as he looks over Buck's shoulder, behind him. Hen and Eddie seem similarly afflicted. Confused, Buck turns around, and-

Woah.

Buck's not unfamiliar with attractive people - he works in an environment with a lot of hot, athletic people, who do insane, heroic things, and since discovering that he's playing equal time for both teams, the pool of people that are nice to look at has grown considerably. That's a given. But... woah.

Green. Very green eyes.

"Dan! Oh, shit, how long has it been?" Tommy grins, getting up quickly enough that his chair scrapes against the concrete.

Hen and Chimney are doing their freaky psychic parademic mind melding communication thing, which mostly involves a lot of eyebrow movement and head tilting, and Eddie is glancing from Dan to Buck like he's nervous. This was supposed to be a chill little brunch, a catch up between friends. It's nice, being able to bring his partner to brunch like this, the same way Hen brings Karen and Chim brings Maddie. He never brought Ali, or Taylor, or any of his girlfriends. For reasons he could never quite pinpoint, he never wanted to let his worlds collide like that.

But Tommy is already part of his world. He's got inside jokes with Chim and Hen that Buck still doesn't quite get. He brings his own stories about the job, and he can laugh at everyone elses without getting maudlin and worried the way any of Buck's exes would. Tommy is as much a part of Buck's world as Buck is of his.

Except, Tommy's world apparantly has other things in it. Like Dan. Dan with the very green eyes, and the black hair swept carelessly back off his face like he thinks he's a 90's movie star, a little grey peppered at his temples and a t-shirt that has to be at least two sizes too small. Dan with his arm around Tommy's shoulder, and a 1000 watt smile dangerously close to Tommy's mouth, like he's not 100% committed to pulling out of this extremely long hug.

"What are you doing in California? You miss the sunshine?" Tommy asks, his hand still very noticably on Dan's hip.

"Don't even say that, those Oregon winters are no joke," he huffs, "Nah, I'm down for my sister's wedding."

"Emily's getting married? What the hell, she was barely out of college last time I checked."

"Yeah, Tommy, that was six years ago," he laughs, "All grown up now, marrying some IT geek from San Diego. Don't know what he did to deserve her, but my balls have been well and truly threatened if I give him anymore shit."

They chat for another few minutes, completely oblivious to the audience they have, oblivious to the way that Buck's hands are clenching into fists under the table. Tommy's usually so poised, straight-backed, almost stoic. Even his humour is deadpan, but Buck relishes the moments where he can tease easy smiles and full body laughs and dorky jokes out of him. Dan and his pretty eyes seem to have that down pat, too.

"Uh, I feel like I've crashed a party here, Tom."

Tommy blinks, looking back over at their table.

"Shit, sorry," he says, "I should have said. These are the good folks of the 118 firehouse. You probably know Hen and Howie by reputation, and this is Karen and Maddie," Tommy indicates each of them in turn, and they give a wave, "That's Eddie, and this is my boyfriend, Evan."

He says is so casually, like it costs him nothing, and it drags a smile out him the way it always does. Boyfriend. Buck stands, offering a hand. There are still half-cresent marks on his palm from where he'd dug his nails in.

"Good to meet you, man."

"You too, Evan."

"Buck," he says reflexively, "People call me Buck."

"Sure," he says easily.

Tommy is staring at him, face unreadable, but he smiles anyway, polite, almost professional.

"This is Dan Archer, and he used to be the best damn EMT in California," he says, clapping him on the shoulder, "until he deserted us for the PFR."

"Portland, huh? That's a good department to work for, from what I hear," Hen grins, "You guys were trialling those new electric ambulances in 2019, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Dan laughs, "All green, baby. Not that it matters when you're pulling another hiker out the Cascades in mid-December, but for some reason no one wanted to put the funding into my caterpillar-tread gurneys idea."

Chim snorts, "Shit, that's a good one. We should start lobbying for that, Hen."

"Ain't that the truth," she mutters.

"I don't have that problem," Tommy says smugly. Dan punches him in the arm, "You wanna stick around? This place some amazing bruschetta."

The collective inhale the table takes is probably loud enough to hear across the street. Eddie puts his coffee down like he's worried he's going to have to do something that involves having both of his hands free, like restrain Buck.

"Nah, I'm just doing a coffee run, then I've got to get back to the pre-festivities festivities," Dan shrugs, apparantly oblivious, "And maybe buy a shotgun to clean somewhere in view of Samuel."

Tommy laughs, "Give 'em hell, Archer. And don't be a stranger."

"You neither, Kinard," he grins, "I'll take you up on that bruschetta before I head back North."

"You better."

Tommy sits back down, and puts a hand on Buck's thigh. Nothing salacious or suggestive, just the weight of his palm and the heat of his skin. Familiar. The group lapses back into the same kind of easy chatter that they had before. Maddie and Chim talking about something cute Jee had done last week. Hen recounts in detail the call out they got that ended with having to deep bleach the inside of the ambulance. Buck takes a hold of Tommy's wrist, feels his pulse against his fingers, a steady, paitent beat.

-

Tommy's mouth paints lines of heat against Buck's shoulders. He's on his stomach in Tommy's bed - their bed, really, with how often Buck is here these days - propped up on his elbows. There's a book open on the pillow in front of him, something he found on Tommy's bookshelf about the history of the American rail network. It's been open on the same page for the last ten minutes, Buck's eyes somewhere in the middle distance.

There's temptation here, in the form of Tommy's half naked body pressed up alongside his, the hand on his lower back, his mouth. But Buck's mind is going a mile a minute.

"Baby," Tommy murmers, lips pressed to the nape of his neck.

"How do you know him?"

Tommy stills, just a moment where he freezes, before he exhales.

"I don't know if I like you thinking about other men while I'm trying to seduce you."

"Well, he is a very handsome man," Buck mutters, before he can help himself.

Tommy snorts, "Seriously?"

"It's ridiculous," he grumbles, "He's a paramedic, not a model. What's he even-"

Tommy muffles his laughter into Buck's shoulder, his body shaking with it. It should irritate him, it should make him feel belittled and mocked, but the way Tommy curls over Buck's naked back, smudging kisses into his hair and muttering his name softens the blow.

"I'm being an idiot, aren't I?" he says flatly, and it just makes Tommy laugh harder.

"No, Evan, you're being jealous, and possessive, and very sweet," he says, indulgent. Tommy is always indulgent with him, and Buck aches with how much he doesn't deserve it, "I know there's no way for me to say this without it sounding sarcastic, but I really do think that you glaring daggers at my ex like you're thinking about burying him under a carpark is extremely attractive."

Buck huffs, "So, he is your ex."

"Yes, he's my ex," he says, trailing a finger down the dip of Buck's spine, "We dated for nearly a year, the first year I moved to Harbour. He was my first serious relationship after I came out."

Buck doesn't really know what to say to that. Tommy represents a whole lot of firsts to Buck. First kisses, first touches, first fucks. Not first ever, obviously, but a kind of first all their own. And maybe Buck is always going to be a too much, too fast kinda guy, but he can't imagine getting over that, getting over him. Not even after five, six years.

"It ended amiciably. He got the job offer from Portland. Captaincy. Dan's job is important to him, too important to pass it up. I understood that."

"Do you miss him?"

Tommy kisses his shoulder, "All the time. He's been a good friend to me over the years."

"Do you see him very often?"

"Handful of times, since he moved," Tommy smiles, curling his fingers into the hair at the back of Buck's neck, "Came down for Harris' retirement. Couple years ago, we met up while he visiting family. I went up to Portland last year, too."

"Oh?" Buck says, feigning indifference and probably missing it by a mile, "How was it?"

"It was great. Awesome city. Great hiking in the area, and the ceremony was beautiful."

"What ceremony?" Buck asks, jerking up.

"You would have cried," Tommy continues like he didn't even hear him, like he didn't almost just headbutted in Buck's eagerness tosit upright, "I bet you always cry at weddings, but you definitely would have cried at this one. I bawled like a baby."

Buck shoves at Tommy's chest playfully, and he bounces when his back hits the mattress, laughing again.

"What wedding?"

"Dan's wedding," Tommy grins, "to his husband, Jake. Who he loves very very much."

He groans, shoving his head into the pillow, but Tommy doesn'tlet him mope about it for very long. A strong pair of hands roll him flat onto his back, and Tommy wastes absolutely no time in covering his body with his own, pushing between his legs and kissing him halfway to stupid. Which doesn't bode well for Buck, who's pretty sure he was more than halfway there already.

"You're ridiculous," Tommy says fondly, pressing a kiss to Buck's cheek.

"I know," he sighs, "I'm sorry."

Tommy kisses him again, before propping himself upon his elbows, "We're gonna talk about this properly tomorrow, about you being this worried about me... leaving? Or being interested in other people? Whatever it is, okay? We're gonna talk about it, because I don't actually want you to be upset, Evan," he says softly, "but you don't need to apologise for being jealous. It's just an emotion."

"Not the best emotion on me, though," Buck sighs, "It's not even rational."

"Maybe," Tommy shrugs, "but I wasn't lying when I said I like it on you sometimes. I don't regret my relationship with Dan, so what's rational about me liking how much you wish you were the only one who has ever touched me?"

Tommy's got a talent for taking Buck's most ridiculous thoughts, his worst traits, the ugliest sides of him, and rearranging all the pieces so that they actually make sense. He's so steadying, like a hand on his back while he feels like he's constantly walking on a tightrope. All of it is like water off a duck's back to Tommy, even when it feels like Buck's about to drown in it.

"God, please just kiss me," Buck whispers, half because he wants to, he always wants to, and half because it minimises the risk of saying anything else stupid, like 'I hate your gorgeous hero of an ex just because he got to kiss you before I did', or 'I like myself better when I'm with you than I ever had before', or 'I love you', or 'please don't talk about weddings around me because I'm terrified of the images in my head right now and how good you look in a suit'.

"Yeah?" Tommy breathes, his mouth hovering just over Buck's, "You gonna be thinking about him again?"

"Thinking about who?" Buck mutters back, just to be a brat.

Tommy laughs, a gentle, soft little thing that's so, so fond, but he kisses him anyway.

[just-some-random-blogger]

i was reading your fics, and was reading one where daemon is going up against cregan a little bit. i got this idea, cregan giving the reader a direwolf puppy as a gift. daemon makes a snide comment about it and cregan just turns to him, telling him that your enjoying your new pet, and who knows, maybe one day cregan will give you puppies.

daemon seethes as cregan walks away, acting as if he didn't just imply he was gonna breed you.

Puppy Love

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Cregan Stark x Reader

Summary: Ever since you came of age, you became the jewel of the court and your father turned down proposal after proposal, knowing if the man didn't want your massive dowry, they wanted to claim and corrupt your beauty and kind nature. And the only reason why your father hasn't chewed up the all too friendly dragon prince, was because he was doing most of his job for him. And anyway, your father knew you were too kind to think his attentions to you were anything more than friendly.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, 'too kind' reader, jealous!daemon, smitten!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: first of all, i have written quite a few fics were I've added cregan as uh an opponent for daemon so HAHHAH im not sure which one you mean, though I have an inkling it's Wish I Was Her (this is not a p2 of this btw) second of all, /: cregan dumb for giving away a direwolf to some rando dafaq. third of all, i really want do a take on a 'traditionally feminine reader' since i normally dont do that lol so im tryna make reader fit the period more, without making her a damsel in distress. wish me luck Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

You straighten the brown paper in one hand while you fiddle with the wax seal that was on it moments ago. You snort through your nostrils, beaming at the ink on the the letter, eager to both reach the end of the page, and not wanting the words to end at all.

Daemon, who had been walking with purpose, forgets where he was going along the way when he spots you. You, the giggling lady, sat comfortably on the stone blocks that separated the garden and the hall.

The prince's stoic demeanor melts into an expression similar to yours when you smile at what you were reading. What were you reading? A letter? A letter from-

Quickly, the realization of what kind of letters a lady such as yourself would be receiving that would cause you to giggle like that makes his expression splat into annoyance.

With twice as much purpose, he struts over to you and calls out your name. You immediately avert your gaze, smile widening at the sight of him.

Good.

"My prince," you speak, bowing your head just as Daemon reaches you.

Daemon raises his brows and drops his lips, eyeing the paper in your hand, "a good read?"

You release a chuckle at the expression he pulls, "a very good read. I say Alaric is as good with the quill as he," you point to the paper, "harks to me how good he is with the blade."

He grunts, "Alaric." Where has he heard that tatty name before?

You chuckle as you watch Daemon stiffen. He places his hands behind him, slowly walking to the other side of the block you were sat on, sitting there across you, "which moronic suitor is he again?"

You drop your letter on your lap, tilting your head at the fuming prince, who now had his arms crossed. "Alaric," you start with a chuckle, "is my darling cousin, Anna's, son."

Ahh, Daemon blinks, that's why his name is familiar.

You snort, "he has merely just turned ten and one, your grace."

He clears his throat.

"Do you not recall rejecting my offer to attend the boy's nameday?" you speak through an amused grin.

"I've never cared for namedays," he trails off, crossing his arms.

You laugh. He turns to you because of it. How could he not when your laugh was like that? Your being beams in amusement, glowing like a star. It makes the prince emit a soft chuckle.

"If I didn't know any better," you say in between catching your breath, "I'd you were jealous of a child, my prince."

You catch the small smile on Daemon's face as he pretends to be offended, "and I'd say you've been reading too much."

Very suddenly, you gasp and point at him, making him pull his head back and his expression drop. His concern drops when you say, "is that a blush I see? Ooh!"

Daemon's arms loosen at your words. As if eager to make your words true, he begins to feel his body burn. Damn body.

You gasp the second time before throwing your head back in laughter, "I do say," you sigh, "scarlet suits you well."

Daemon rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he stands from his spot.

"Well, I mean, it is one of the colors of your house."

"Yes," he drops his hands to the side and walks over to you, "and I should well ought to make it your own."

And though Daemon smirks when he says this, your brows furrow at the thought. His vanilla baby.

"It would be pointless to try and convince my father to change anything about our house."

He sighs as you refold your paper, trapping a waxen seal in its center, and move to stand next to him, "in our actual house, I had to argue with him to change our drapes."

"No," Daemon says in shock, as if he actually cared.

"Yes!" you shake your head, "it was terrible! I had to remind him that I was now the woman of the house."

"Oh, that does sound terrible," Daemon huffs, eyes widening. He watches you as you believe in his empathy. He watches as you smile at his disingenuous words. Two beasts rip at him from within.

Normally, naïveté and slow-wittedness were traits that repelled him, especially in its womanly form, as it was drawn from the sheltered nature ladies like yourself were bred into. The dragon in him found this dull and all too conforming. He liked the burn from the whores, who would snarl if you took more than what you paid for.

Yet this personal brand of innocent on you was dizzying to him. One beast wanted to protect the purity within you, while the other wanted to taint it until all remained was him.

"And yes-" you take a moment to continue, "those were my mother's beloved drapes but... they had not been changed since her passing."

Daemon presses his lips together when you turn to the ground with a solemn expression. He does not get a moment to share the semblance of comfort in which he was capable of, because you quickly smile at him the way you always do and comfort yourself, "it is good to remember those who have passed, but they would not want for us to mourn them too long."

For once, he responds with honesty, "they would not, no."

The moment you smile at his words, your attention is taken from the prince.

You are called by a servant, who tells you there is a man waiting for you in the main hall. You courteously thank the servant and turn to Daemon, "thank you for ke-"

"I will escort you to your visitor," Daemon smiles, though not a real one.

You return a genuine one nevertheless, "I am grateful, but I do not wish to bother you, nor take up more of the time you already so graciously offered me."

Daemon takes your hand and pulls you near him with little regard, "you dare dictate what I do and do not with my time?"

You press your lips as you body collides with him.

"As though you were my wife?"

You clench your jaw, unintending to overstep, "my prince, I did not mean for it-"

"Yes, well," he cuts you off, "let us meet this moron who wishes to meet you."

"You know," you smile, "it may well not be a suitor."

Daemon chuckles, "I'm surprised you even caught onto that."

"Well, how could I not?" you chuckle, "when you were just jealous a child!"

He loses his smug expression. He scoffs into a chuckle as you laugh at him. "Oh very good," Daemon rolls his eyes and slowly claps his hand, "I'll give you credit. I did not expect that."

But what he very much did expect was that your audience was sought by a suitor; one large, slobbering dog of a suitor.

Very truly, Daemon's grumbling was merited, for why were you so enamored by the wolf-man and this overgrown rat-pup he bought with him?

He scoffs as you coo at the furry creature for the hundredth time, and for what? For doing absolutely nothing but expose its incompetence to walk in a fucking straight line?

And what's more, for every time the degenerate baby wolf toppled over, you tugged at its master's arm and pointed, leaning into him as you laughed and expressed jovial sentiments over the creature.

The prince rolls his eyes from the armchair he was sat on.

What was so impressive about a dog? There were dozens of strays outside the walls. He could get you twenty right now. A dragon egg should have elicited such a response from you, not this.

"Oh, dear Cregan-"

Gods, dear Cregan, she says.

"-your pup is a ray of sunshine on this chilly day," you speak.

Daemon watches you smile angelically at the large man with muddy dark hair and wiry curls. He watches as the cretin bares his teeth at you like a wolf does its prey, and you mistake it for genuinely, as always.

"If you are cold, my lady," Cregan says, removing the brown pelt on his shoulders, "then allow me to warm you."

Daemon straightens where he was slouched.

You recoil at Cregan's generosity, raising your hands as you shake them, "oh, my lord, I could not possibly accept the clothes on your back."

You watch as Cregan's rosy cheeks pull up with his smile, "then would you prefer I give you one your own?"

Cregan put on his fur again. You open your mouth to speak, but it is Daemon's voice that sounds, "she would rather you fuck off back to the North, dog."

You still at Daemon's words, promptly turning to him with a hardened expression of disbelief, "my prince-"

"And you best take your defective animal with you," he adds, grimacing at the wolf-pup chewing at a ball of wound fabric.

"Prince Daemon," you call tersely.

Daemon turns to you, expression unable to melt with the presence of that oaf on your side.

"Please do not speak for me as though your sentiments and mine own are one and the same," you calmly say.

Daemon scoffs. Cregan chuckles.

You turn to Cregan with a guilty expression, "I apologize on the behalf of ill-contrived words against you, Lord Cregan."

"No, you don't," Daemon quips as he stands, "don't fucking-"

"I appreciate your sentiment, my lady," Cregan ignores the whimpers of the lizard prince, "though you needn't worry yourself, for I am not wounded by words from the likes of him."

"The likes of me?" Daemon sneers as he storms over.

You turn to Daemon, suddenly at your side. Your eyes widen at the fury on his features. You hands instinctively come to his arm when he appears as though he is about to lunge at Cregan.

Cregan watches you do this, watches you calm the hot blooded fiend. Part of him burns in a shade green at your shared familiarity, but he is more amused by the fact you turn to him with a concerned look, nonverbally expressing your concerns that you, in fact, to not want him to pound your prince if he attempts anything. And so he laughs.

Cregan laughs and takes a step back, allowing you to step between them and push Daemon away in return.

Daemon's ire is fueled further, "what, you halfbreed?!"

You grunt as you turn back to Cregan, relieved he was smiling and not partaking in the hotheadedness the other man was.

"Did you fuck your wolf yourself to offer the pup to her?"

You recoil at the grotesque notion. You cannot stop yourself from calling out the prince's name in anger and bewilderment, "Daemon!"

Cregan laughs. It draws your attention. You sigh, "Cregan, I beg your par-"

"No!" Daemon barks, peering down at you, "he's come here on the intent of you bearing his pups, girl, and you'd so readily drop on your knees for him?!"

"He's brought one pup, Daemon!" you quip pulling away from him as you shake your head, "and I have no intentions of keeping the little wolf," you turn to Cregan, "for I have no such capabilities nor capacities to care for one!"

Daemon grinds his teeth. You heave.

Good enough.

The prince finds slight catharsis in your words. His anger does not fade however, because Cregan's grin is as wide as ever.

"Actually," Cregan raises his hands casually, "I have spoken to your father about the pup and he said he would accept it, for I am also giving you one of my servants as an aid."

The two men watch as you perk at the idea.

"Oh!," you gasp in disbelief, "so..." you break into a wide smile, "I can keep the wolf?!"

Cregan laughs as he nods, "and even better, you can name it."

Daemon is appalled by your next actions.

You run and throw yourself onto Cregan, sealing him into a hug for a moment before pulling back in realization your actions were most indecent.

Cregan however prevents you from pulling away too far, hands coming to your waist as he smiles down at you. He speaks with a lopsided grin, "I have been meaning to bring you the pup ever since we spoke about my pregnant wolf when you visited me in the North."

When you what?

"Will your dear Luna not mourn the loss of her puppy?"

LUNA?

Cregan chuckles, pulling his hands away from you, not because he wanted to, but because, between the two of them, he was currently the more amicable in your eyes, and he was not about to ruin that, "I assure you, she will fair fine, as she is preoccupied with three more at home."

You frown, stepping back from Cregan to turn to the pup, not at all seeing the twitching face of your prince, "still... I must not let him be forgotten by her mother and likewise."

Cregan smiles at the sentiment, "you have a kind heart, my lady," he takes your hand, "I would be glad to bring my wolves to your home whenever you want."

You are horrified by the notion, "oh please, it would be much better if I came to you."

Cregan nods, lips in a smirk, "I shall await then."

You seemed to be caught off-guard by the fact you unwittingly just made plans with the Stark.

And you had meant to explain you could not simply agree to his offer, but you were distracted by the string of High Valyrian being spewed into the air, paired by the loud sound of the prince marching out of the room.

[wintersera]

your order ma’am || g!p yujin x f!reader

notes: apparently my brain works at ungodly hours like its 8am rn??? ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY @pupyuj <33 well happy belated birthday, but oh well

cw: g!p yujin, switch!reader, switch!yujin, praise, crack only bc i laughed a few times while writing, WEED USAGE!!, reader and yujin get high

wc: 1.5k

in the middle of your living room, smoke filled the air as you took another puff from your almost burnt out spliff. your eyes trained on the tv that had a random episode of spongebob on the screen. probably one of the random old seasons, the funnier ones obviously. the moonlight cascaded through your window illuminating the side of your face, blunt as well.

another smoke session today again. and for what? the nth time this week. to be fair it was a stressful month and no one was there to comfort you, except for the frequent delivery guys who’d deliver your food to you whenever you felt the need to snack on something. they wouldn’t comfort you, rather, you’d like to believe they’re comforting you with their presence. presence being them knocking on your door and leaving after 10 seconds.

every delivery was the same, the old ‘shove the bag into your face, ask if it’s you and then leave’.

tonight was different though. you ordered from the same place a good 30 minutes ago thinking your food would arrive on time, you’d gotten accustomed to their arrival times so you could just guess without having to look at your phone. yet the delivery guy never came.

“man.. where the fuck is my food at?” rolling up another blunt since your last one wasn’t strong enough. you sigh and stare directly at your tv once more. heh… funny spongebob episode. your lips met the tip of your freshly rolled blunt, lighting up the end and inhaling.

knock knock knock

the knock didn’t register in your head until you heard the person bang on your door three more times, although they seemed like very hesitant bangs, with an odd spacing between the second and the last one.

“oh fuck” immediately dropping the blunt upon the last knock, which somehow made you panic. why in hell did you think it was the police???

right, because the police were definitely at your house and not the delivery guy with a bag of food waiting for you.

i mean, you are high so…. but anyway, it was raining and you suddenly regained the knowledge that you ordered food. you reluctantly opened the door, with the thought of the police at the back of your mind, to find a pretty handsome looking woman outside your door.

“uh… why are you here” why the fuck did you say that? the taller woman scrunched her nose a little, maybe because you reeked of weed, looked around awkwardly and spoke to you without initiating eye contact.

“you called and i… came to your address to give you the pizza you ordered”

“how’d you know i lived here?” oh so now you’re interrogating the poor girl.

“wha- that’s not… anyway here’s your pizza ma’am” shoving the pizza box in front of your face. classic.

“ohhh shit pizza, okay nice. how much?” words slurring out of your mouth. your hands reached for your purse that you conveniently had in your pocket.

“it’ll be $18” looking around the place as if she had no time to stand around.

oh what the fuck.

where’s your cash gone….?

“don’t be alarmed… but i have no cash” you say with a smile, your eyes half lidded as you chuckle even though the opposing girl was nowhere near impressed. the situation was quite ridiculous to you, but you felt a tinge of regret after saying what you had said.

from what you could tell, it was her first time on the job. you had never seen her come round to your house on a random thursday night, no wonder why she looked so nervous “oh um, sorry i don’t have any cash i could….”

yeah, you’re high out of your mind right now. no coherent thoughts whatsoever, but she’s pretty, and you’re not thinking straight “i mean… i could pay another way. you wouldn’t mind would you?”

you beckoned her inside of your home, taking the pizza box and placing it beside your ashtray on the coffee table “how can you pay me back if you don’t have any cash? are you gonna paypal me or something”

“are you dense by any chance”

“n-no… i’m just confused. wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” you picked back up the disregarded spliff after you took your shirt off, inhaling and blowing the smoke in the opposite direction.

“paying you the other way, duh. like in those stupid porn videos where the delivery guy does whatever they want to the person because they didn’t have any cash on them… you don’t like the idea?”

“that seems really unrealistic and stupid, but um i’m not… uh how do i word this? i don’t m-mind” unintentionally stuttering, bewildered by the situation because honestly what the fuck is going on.

“come here…” you squint your eyes at her name tag “ahn yujin- your name has a nice ring to it” she sat on your sofa, shaking from what could be adrenaline or just anxiety. but considering you accidentally hot boxed her in your small living room, it’s most likely adrenaline.

you slid yourself in between her two thighs, smirking as you unzipped her jeans. you eagerly stripped her from her jeans, following her boxers? it’s 2023 you’re not gonna judge someone for wearing boxers, but-

oh?

yujin’s cock sprung up, which genuinely caught you off guard, moving back a little because of how shocked you were by the sudden reveal. my god, she was huge. bigger than the average man.

considering you were still heavily intoxicated, you didn’t believe it was real at first. you stared at it for a while thinking that maybe you were just- crazy? but no, it was very much real and very much hard.

“d-don’t look” muttering under her breath. yujin covered her face out of embarrassment “i swear it’s not what it looks like- mh”

“you got turned on by me didn’t you” giggling after kissing the tip of her cock “i bet you were waiting for this exact situation to happen, didn’t you?” you say before taking her whole length, the tip hitting the back of your throat with ease.

“f..fuck, it’s- mmmngh” she couldn’t do much, the air was thick with clouds of smoke due to the lack of airflow in your room. it was making her head hazy, unable to think coherently. yujin’s moans were soft and low, her hands roamed around and grabbed your pillow, her hips moved at the pace of your head going up and down, which in fact made you groan in approval.

in the meantime, your hand reached down to tend to your own wetness, caressing your folds as you continued to suck her cock.

without thinking, yujin lifted herself off the sofa. the marijuana made her move without thinking, grabbing you and tossing you onto the cushions “you hinted that i could do whatever, right?” you found yourself shocked, what made her suddenly so confi- the weed you dumbass.

“don’t think you're slick, i saw you playing with yourself” moving aside your panties while licking her lips, yujin shuffling in between your thighs “i think you should come around my cock instead” how, and when, was she this vulgar? she teased your hole before slowly pushing herself into you, her girthy cock filling you up in no time. you both moaned in unison, your fists balling the fabric of yujin’s shirt. it felt… it felt way too big for your tight pussy.

“y-yujin.. you’re too big, it kinda hurts-“ she gave you no time to rest, rocking her hips back and forth as soon as she got comfortable inside of you.

at first she was going slow and steady, but gradually she increased her speed. within minutes of slowly pumping her cock in and out, she was mercilessly ramming into your cunt seconds later. the pain at first was unbearable, she was just that big, but the faster she fucked you the more pleasure you felt. every part of her cock hit every spot you couldn’t find yourself, and god it felt way too good.

“so- so good… so tight.. mmghn fuck, your pussy feels amazing” embarrassingly enough, you moaned so loud at the comment. her praise alone was so comforting and so erotic that you couldn’t help but squeeze down on her length, she noticed how you reacted to her sweet words, wanting more of your reactions “you’re so pretty… under me. all fucked out, such a good girl”

her comment sent you over the edge, rolling your eyes back as your back slowly arches off the sofa. almost inaudible as you bite your lip to mute your own moans. yujin followed shortly after, giving one final thrust into you before stilling her hips and letting her warm cum shoot into you.

“that… was… so good” you mutter between breaths. you were completely spent, your legs were feeling like jelly but somehow yujin was still hard.

“still not enough. you still need to repay me more”

yeah no, you still needed to pay for service fees and shit. thankfully it was her last delivery for tonight.

[alexa-fika]

Hello there may I respect this for your entertainment

Whitebeard pirates x female readers!

She's Ace grandma ( not married to Garp) but Ace sees her as a grandma figure to him

She's a tall woman around Whitebeard height, same strength level as him as well, captain of the Poison Flower, a crew filled with women, who were admired for their beauty and strength

I can literally imagined the Whitebeard pirates flirting with the Poison Flowers, with Whitebeard flirting with the captain the most

If you don't get enough sleep, drink, or eat enough this one piece shirt get bleach!!

Tale as old as time ( Whitebeard x wife!reader x whitebeard pirates)

A/N Okay I know this is not exactly as requested but I tried to get it as close as possible. I am not sure what you said at the end there but I read as if you don’t get enough sleep, drink or eat enough on this piece get bleached and let me tell you I cackled. Also back to back babyyyyy im on a roll

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

"Come on, Honey, won't you teach me a few things?" The woman purs glancing at the chef

"Who am I to say no to a lady? Ya have to hold it this way Darlin'," Thatch explains with a smile, positioning himself behind the woman and guiding her hand to cut the ingredients before her properly.

"Would you look at that?" she grins, marveling at her job.

"Normally, we would now add sugar, but that ain't necessary with ya here."

"Oh?" She grins, looking up at him at his remark

"Well, I would say they are getting along quite well, no?" Dokucha grins, looking at the cooking couple

"It seems they aren't the only ones," Ace says, gesturing to Vista, who is in a similar situation with another opposing crew member.

"Well. I am glad everyone is enjoying their time, but that's enough about it. What about you, Ace? I have not seen you in a while; have you kept contact with your brothers?" she asked, looking down at him.

"I have; Luffy is currently training off with Silvers Rayleigh."

"Rayleigh? Now, that is a name I haven't heard in a while; how come you didn't tell me about that, Darling?" She said, turning to the man behind her

"Never came up," he grumbled

as he downed another chug of the sake in his hand, glaring at her as she swiped it off his hands

"Never came up my ass, and What have I told you about drinking so much, you idiot?!" she growls.

"Shut up, you damn hag"

"Is that how you treat your wife? Not to mention the one who is currently treating you?! Marco, has he kept this up when I am not around?"

"Every minute Gran, pops won't listen to what the nurses and I tell him."

"Is that so?" She said, turning to the man who looked away from her, mumbling curses both towards her and his oldest son

"What was that, you old man?" She sneered, a dark aura surrounding her as she glared at him

"You're going to teach my girls the wrong thing; they are still young and impressionable."

"Uh, Should we do something about it?" One of the newer recruits asked as he glanced at the two giants bickering

"Leave them be. This is normal for them-yoi."

"Besides, Pops deserves a hard time after all the hard times he has given me and the nurses." Marco shrugged as he sipped more of his beer

"Why are you so stubborn?" She says, shaking her head

"I swear you are getting too old to be this stubborn."

"I didn't even know Pops was married," he mutters, getting the older woman's attention.

"Hmm? Edward, when did you get new recruits?" she questioned

"A few weeks ago."

"Ah, look at you, deary, you are all but covered in scratches and sand. You are thinner than a twig!" She fussed, looking down at the young man

"Ah, I-uh, I was left stranded for a few months; Pops rescued me."

"That does sound like him, Edward. When you adopt more sons, you have to tend to them," she sighed, handing the young man a bowl of food.

"Make sure you eat well, yeah? Can't fight if you have no energy."

The man grabs the bowls slowly, slightly confused.

"T-thank you, ma'am."

"No need for that, you can call me Gran, though if it makes you uncomtable, you can continue calling me that" she told him sending him a hearwarming smile as she turned towards her husband again.

"She's an angel," he muttered, turning around at the snickers of Ace.

"Quite the contrast, right? She and Pops"

"How come they aren't on the same crew?" he questioned, looking at the two.

"Hmm? Ah, Gran and Gramps both formed their crews long ago; when they got together, they didn't want to disturb the dynamic they had already built-yoi," he explained.

"Was that it?" Ace questioned, shoveling down food

"That and he said he didn't trust us to keep it in our pants-yoi," he added, much to the latter's shock, causing him to spit out the food.

"What?!"

Guys im struggling with romance 😂, im also not sure I got Whitebeards personality anywhere near; this one is weakkk guys I aint cooking

[drjholtzmann]

this is dreamling more than dead boy detectives but it's been in my head since reading issue #25 after s1 of sandman. so, now feels like a good time to release it into the world. i just want them all to get in each others way

(season of mists spoilers)

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It’s not often that Hob smokes. It’s an expensive habit, and secondhand smoke and all that. But it’s hardly going to kill him, so he’s usually got an ancient pack on hand somewhere. Handy, especially in situations like this. Not that there’s ever been a situation like this before but, well. You live long enough. 

He slips out into the beer garden of the pub, lighting up almost absent mindedly, the action still muscle memory. 

“What the fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip, “what the fuck. Dream, if you have bloody anything to do with this, I swear to god, Morpheus. What the fucking fuck.” He closes his eyes, lets his head fall back against the brickwork. Despite it all he huffs an exhausted laugh. Because sure. Of course. Yeah, why not. Of course this would happen. “Jesus Christ, Morpheus. Even if this isn’t you, bloody… fucking wish I could just ask.” It’s all said barely above a whisper. Just in case. Always just in case. He blindly ashes his cigarette and heaves out a heavy breath, “Lord above,” he scoffs, raising the cigarette to his lips again. 

“Hob?”

Hob startles, eyes snapping open, head knocking back sharply against the brick. “Fuck – ow – Dream?” He raises his free hand to rub the back of his head, wincing slightly. “That, uh… that worked better than expected.” 

“You were calling for me?”

“Yeah… sorta. I didn’t… think it worked like that. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You did not. I had thought briefly of you.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Hob grins. “How come? You miss me already?”

Morpheus sends him a withering look. 

“I, um… dreamt of you. While ago. Was that – real?”

“It was.”

He nods, thumb nervously tapping the filter of his cigarette. “Uh huh. Figured. With the wine, and…” he trails off. The hollow feeling of that dream, or rather, of that waking coming back to him in full force. “You said some ominous shit. Then I said some ominous shit. Was that real, too?”

Morpheus nods solemnly. 

“Right. Don’t suppose you’ll explain that?” Morpheus remains silent. “Right. Course not. Things okay, though? Now? I mean,” he gestures to his friend, “you’re here. That must be good, yeah?”

“Yes. And no.”

“Great. Fab.”

“What I thought I was facing has… changed.”

“...’kay. Well, can I ask you a question?”

Morpheus pauses but, after a moment, nods.

“S’it got anything to do with the dead kids hanging out in my pub?”

“What?”

“Yeah, couple of boys who look like they should definitely be in school – about, oh, fifty years ago. At least.”

Morpheus’ eyes don’t actually widen in alarm, but there is something to that effect happening… not quite in his expression, but in his aura, perhaps. Hob gets the feeling that if he were a cat the fur along his spine would be standing on end. 

“So… it is related?” 

“Perhaps.”

“Definitely, then.” Hob takes a short puff of his cigarette. 

“Show me?” 

“Uh… I don’t know if they know that people can see them. I don’t know if people who aren’t me can see them, actually. So just, um…” the caution dies in his throat as he realises who it is he’s talking to. Morpheus will do what he will, Hob’s advice be damned. 

Dream draws close, peering in through the windowpane of the door back into the pub. “How do you know?”

“You get pretty good at feeling when things are off once you’ve been around the block six hundred years or so. Also, they walked in through the closed front door. As in, passed right through the solid wood and glass.”

“I see.”

“Why are they here?” 

“To sample your fine selection of craft beer, perhaps?”

“Oh, he’s joking,” Hob has joined his side in peering not-so-surreptitiously through the door. “‘Mortal plane’ here, not here-here.”

“Death must have been busy… It is not like her to leave a job unfinished without good reason.”

“Must’ve…? What the fuck could be so horrific that Death is being kept busy?”

Morpheus, beside him, is silent. Deadly still. And it tells Hob all he needs to know. 

“Dream,” he hisses, “what the fuck is this? What’s going on?”

There is a long pause. “I ought not to tell you.” Dream murmurs, still facing the glass panel of the door.

“And I ought not have two dead teenagers in my pub. All things relative.” 

“They are causing no harm.”

“I don’t doubt that. It’s you I’m worried about now.”

“Your concern is of no use. What I mean is that they are no poltergeists, not aggressive, there seems to be nothing demonic about them.”

“Which means… there are poltergeists and demons running about at the mo?”

“I told you, I ought not say. There are diplomatic proceedings to take place.”

“You get that that makes even less sense, yeah?”

Dream seems to, at last, with an almighty eye roll, give in. “Hell is closed,” he hisses, turning to face Hob directly. 

“Hell is closed.” Hob repeats back, dumbfounded. “And that means… The devils are all here?”

“Precisely.”

“But the boys… aren’t devils?”

“They are not.”

“Okay. That’s good news. And the devils?”

Dream shrugs, sharp and languid. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“Great. Okay. Less good. Very much less good. So, uh. What… do I do? Am I supposed to exorcise them? Because, I have to be honest – would really rather not do that.” 

“You are under no obligations.”

“Oh.” 

“They could not be here without Death’s knowledge or her say-so. She will come for them in time.”

“Oh.” Inexplicably, Hob’s heart sinks a little.

“They are not alive, Hob.” Dream says, looking him in the eye. “They cannot live forever as the dead.” 

“Hm. Yeah. S’pose.” He looks through the windowpane at the two boys, chatting animatedly at a corner table out of the way. “They’re just kids, though. Barely got a normal life.”

“You cannot save them, Hob.”

“Why not?”

“You cannot. They may not be destined for Hell, but that doesn’t mean they can stay amongst the living.” 

“Says who?”

“The universe. Death, herself.”

Hob smirks, tilting his head down a fraction to look up at Dream from under a quirked brow. “You know what I think of Death.”

And Hob catches the tension at the corner of Dream’s mouth that he knows, whatever he might say to the contrary, is a suppressed smile. 

“C’mon, what if I just help ‘em live a little? While they’re here?”

“Hob.”

“What?! Can’t a guy be nice?”

“I have meetings to attend to.”

“That’s not a no.” 

“I think it a poor choice to flaunt immortality in front of two who have died so young. I would caution against it.”

“Okay. Fuck, fair point. But they don’t have to know about me. They wouldn’t somehow know, right?”

“I would caution against it, Hob Gadling.”

[kozumesphone]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[population9973]

colour me blue - luke danes

luke danes x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, age gap maybe (no ages given but luke is around 35 in season 1)

summary: you help luke paint the diner after he gets stood up

word count: 1.9k

you were in a particularly good mood this evening as you walked through town, even with the chill in the air nipping at you through your jacket. you had the day off work since luke, your boss, had closed the diner to do some work inside. despite his gruff exterior, you and luke had been friends for almost as long as you’d lived in stars hollow. you moved to the small town a year ago after a bad breakup and it took some time, but you had become quite close with luke. when you needed a job, he offered to let you help out at the diner for a few hours a week, and after a while he just got used to having you around.

as you approached the diner on your way through town, you were surprised to see luke standing outside the door, looking just about as cold as you were; or worse.

“luke?” you asked as you walked up to him.

“hey,” he replied, his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans, and a vest overtop of one of his many flannel shirts.

“what are you doing out here? shouldn’t you be painting?” you asked, peering inside at the cans of paint he’d brought in earlier.

“uh, yeah just - getting some fresh air, you know…. the fumes and all,” he gestured to the air in front of his face, and you gave him a look.

“luke, you haven’t started - all the paint is exactly where it was this morning and all the walls are the same colour,” you pointed out, not sure why he was being dishonest.

“i started!” he argued. “i took everything off the walls.”

“you did that earlier,” you reminded him.

“i didn’t say when i started,” he shrugged, looking at his shoes.

“luke, what’s going on? i thought you said lorelai was coming to help you paint tonight.”

“she is. was. she’s uh… not feeling good.”

“luke, you don’t have to lie to me. i thought you guys had a date?,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“she ditched me, there, happy?” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “and it wasn’t a date,” he insisted.

“no, i wouldn’t say happy,” you replied. something big must have come up for lorelai to stand him up. they were best friends, and you were pretty convinced they might be into eachother. you could see why she’d like him; despite the grumpy personality. he was tall, handsome, and kind. you’d kill to have someone look at you they way he looked at her. “come on, let’s go inside, it’s cold.”

“nah, just go home. it’s okay,” he tried to brush it off, but i was obvious that he was hurt by her not showing up. you couldn’t imagine standing up a guy like him, whether it had been a date or not.

“luke come on. hey, i’ll help you paint,” you offered, pushing his tall frame towards the door.

“no, you don’t want to -“

“i do, now come on, before i lose my toes please?” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. he caved instantly; everytime.

“alright fine, let’s go,” he put his hand on your lower back, ushering you inside and away from the frigid air.

•

“okay, now i think the fumes are actually getting to me, let’s take a break,” luke suggested, pinching the bridge of his nose. it had been about two hours of painting, and you were indeed ready to rest for a minute or two.

“my arms are tired,” you sighed, and sat down on the floor, your back against the front of the bar counter; all the chairs had been stacked to make room for painting. luke took a seat on the floor next to you, and you bumped his shoulder with yours.

“what?” he asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing.

“it’s gonna look really nice when it’s done luke.”

“you think so?” he asked, and you nodded, turning your head to face him.

“if you want i can help you put all the stuff back on the walls after.”

“you’ve done enough to help me, you don’t have to-“

“luke, i know i don’t have to. i want to,” you assured him, and he smiled. “why are too looking at me like that?”

“you have-“ he reached his hand towards you, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone softly. “-paint on you face.”

“really? well-“ you reached over to the paint tray on the floor near you and swiped your finger through the green paint, before wiping it on luke’s nose. “now so do you,” you smiled.

luke shook his head, but a soft grin remained plastered on his face, his gaze soft as he looked at you.

forget the way he looked at lorelai, the way he looked at you sure was something special; not that you’d noticed.

“you’re in for it now,” he reached for his paintbrush on the table, giving you time to stand up to attempt and escape, but he was faster than you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“luke, wait i’m sorry!” you laughed, but it was too late. he swiped the paintbrush across the front of your t shirt; it was one of his his he’d given you to wear so you didn’t get paint on your clothes, coincidentally.

“okay, now we’re even,” he smiled. “told ya you shouldn’t wear that nice shirt of yours. it’s your favourite i would hate for something to happen to it.”

“how did you know it’s my favourite?” you asked, and he flushed slightly, a panicked look crossing his face.

“i don’t know, you wear it a lot and it looks nice on you, so i figured it must be your favourite.”

“it looks nice on me?” you teased, and his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.

“yeah - nice.”

“thanks,” you said genuinely. it was your favourite shirt, you just hadn’t expected him to know that.

“you’re welcome,” he replied.

“here, hang on,” you giggled softly, and his eyes watched you as you weaved through the plastic sheets and furniture until you were behind the counter. you rummaged around until you found a paper towel and gestured for luke to lean over the countertop.

“what are you-“ he asked, as you grabbed his chin in her hand, before wiping the paint on his nose. “thanks,” he mumbled, missing your touch on his face as soon as it was gone.

“we better get back to work. we’ll be here forever at this rate,” you sighed.

“yeah,” he said softly. “hey careful,” he said in a worried tone as you stood on a chair to reach the top of the wall. his large hands landed on your hips, holding you steady, and you realized you liked his hands being there.

“thanks,” you breathed, the chair leg wobbling slightly under you.

“yeah well, if you fall and break your neck it’ll be an insurance nightmare-“

“luke?”

“what?”

“thanks,” you repeated, and he stopped rambling. “help me down?” you asked, and he held you steady as you stepped down onto the floor. when both feet were firmly planted on solid ground, you expected him to let go, but his fingertips lingered on your waist.

“you can let go now,” you smiled, but he didn’t, he took a step closer to you instead, leaving only a few inches between your bodies. “luke..”

“thank you, for… helping me,” he said softly, like he found it difficult to say the words.

“you’re welcome,” you smiled. “besides, you never know, maybe it was all just an elaborate plan to get you to hang out with me,” you teased.

“you could’ve asked,” he replied.

“asked what?”

“asked me to hang out with you. if that’s what you wanted.”

“yeah?” you asked nervously, reaching up to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah,” he said, barely above a whisper as he stared down at you with that look in his eyes again. a look that said i’m crazy about you.

“what would you have said?” you asked, and he smiled.

“you know i can’t say no to you,” luke replied.

“are you sure? because i swear you’ve-“ he interrupted you with a soft kiss, his lips brushing against yours gently before he pulled back. there was a brief silence after, both of you just looking at eachother.

“you should do that again,” you whispered, and he did, deeper this time as he held you close, his arms around your back as you held the front of his shirt. you separated again, and luke rested his forehead on yours, a smile on both of your faces.

“we really should get back to painting…”

“you’re probably right,” he agreed, letting you go reluctantly. “you know when i’ve thought about asking you on a date, painting this place was not what i had in mind.”

“you’ve thought about asking me on a date?” you asked, your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much.

“every damn day.”

•

the two of you painted for nearly three more hours before you realized the time, and luke insisted you call it a night.

“alright, i think i’ll actually go crazy if i smell paint for another minute. do you want a drink?” he asked, and you nodded, throwing in the metaphorical towel as well.

luke returned with two beers, popping the cap of one before handing it to you and then opening his.

“thanks,” you tapped the bottle against his with a clink, and he smiled. you walked outside to sit on the front step, and luke noticed you shivering almost immediately.

“come here,” he mumbled, putting his arm out for you to lean into his side. you rested your head on his shoulder, warmer already with his body against yours.

“thanks. i had a lot of fun tonight.”

“yeah? well we’ve probably got a few more days of painting left if you want to come back tomorrow…” he offered. “only if you want to though.”

“i’d like that,” you smiled. “what about lorelai? i thought she wanted to help?” you asked, still not sure exactly how the other woman felt about him.

“what about her?” he asked innocently. “it doesn’t seem like it was all that important to her considering she never showed up.”

“luke…” you could tell he was still a bit upset about her ditching their plans.

“i’m sure something important came up or she would’ve came,” he said genuinely.

“yeah you’re right. and you two are…”

“just friends,” he finished your sentence, a slight smile on his face.

“okay. i believe you,” you said, and you did. luke kissed the side of your head reassuringly, and you leaned closer to him.

“so i’ll see you here at seven am then? bright and early so we can get more work done?” he said, and for a second you thought he was serious. the smile on his face told you otherwise.

“can we push it to nine? my boss works me like a dog so i never get to sleep in-“ you teased him.

“hey,” he warned playfully. “it’s weird to think of me as your boss if we’re…. well,” he trailed off.

“you don’t have to be my boss - we could just work together but you’re in charge?” you suggested teasingly.

“so like a boss?”

“yeah,” you smiled, kissing his lips softly. “so nine am?” you asked, and he smiled, his eyes admiring your face again.

“it’s a date.”

[apathetic-revenant]

uh...hi?

[head pokes around corner]

so...

I've been back to scrolling around on tumblr for a bit now, and have been really wanting to get back to actually, y'know. being here. posting. not just sort of hanging here invisibly like a mournful ghost, observing but never interacting. that sort of thing. (revenants, after all, are supposed to be corporeal undead.)

but I really wanted to explain why I just kind of abruptly vanished in the first place. no one demanded this of me, but it felt like something I had to do. and then, in the typical way of self-imposed obstacles, it became a massive stumbling block. partly because of the nerves and emotions attached to it, sure, but mostly, tbh, because it was a Task. I recently (about 3 weeks ago now?) started seeing a new psychiatrist and got an adjustment to my ADHD meds which basically made my brain boot up again for the first time in way too long. this is great! but it means I am having to kind of slowly rehab my brain into getting used to doing Literally Anything again, one small step at a time. I am not being hyperbolic when I say I had to gradually build up my executive functioning for a while just to be able to write a tumblr post.

but fuck it! I really wanted to just do this already. so, while I'm sure I'll talk about all this in more detail later, for right now I'm gonna strip this down to the bare essentials just so I can get it done at all.

here's what happened:

in 2020 I had a sudden onset of extremely severe OCD.

no, not about the pandemic, actually. yeah I was anxious about the pandemic but it was a pretty normal level of anxiety for a global pandemic, honestly. my OCD took the form of scrupulosity--essentially, an obsessive worry about being a bad person.

tumblr is....not a GREAT place to be if you have a sudden obsessive fear of being a bad person.

now, to be clear: tumblr did not CAUSE my OCD, and leaving tumblr did not cure it. that's just not how OCD works. later on, I learned that atypical antipsychotics--one of which I had been prescribed around that time, for depression--have been known to cause OCD. is there any way to prove that that's what happened? probably not, at this point! so I've just been kind of sitting with that terrible knowledge for a while.

anyway. I would've had OCD anyway, but reading a regular stream of posts going "hey, here's a really terrible thing you might be doing! you might even be doing it without knowing it! you need to think really hard and be constantly vigilant all the time for any sign that you might be doing this thing!" was basically pouring gasoline on the fire.

I never made an active decision to leave tumblr--if I had I would've said something first. I just kind of thought "god, I can't do this right now" one day and didn't open the app, which turned into days and then weeks and then months, and still things weren't getting better.

it's hard to express exactly how harrowing that whole experience was. actually I just started thinking about it and realized I would never finish this post tonight if I tried to get into it just now. so I won't. let's just say: It Was Bad.

but, by an astronomical stroke of luck, I ended up getting referred to not just an OCD therapist, not just the only OCD therapist in the state who took Medicaid, but the only OCD therapist in the state who took Medicaid and also she was really good at her job. I genuinely think that woman saved my life.

OCD therapy is one of those "the only way out is through" kind of things. it's brutal and also quite surreal, but it has a high success rate and is very effective. OCD is not a thing that you can cure, per se, but it went from completely dominating every waking moment of my life to being something that I occasionally have to yell at in much the same way as when the cat starts knocking things off my desk at 3 in the morning.

but, the thing was, it took a year-and-a-bit before my therapist and I agreed that I had probably "graduated" as she put it. so, by the time I felt able to go back on tumblr without my brain catching on fire again, it had been so long that I didn't know how to do it. I felt like I'd pulled a major dick move by just dropping off without saying anything. I still thought about it (usually late at night, at Time To Think About Every Regret I've Ever Had O'Clock) but my brain very easily goes to a place of "well, no one would really notice or care that I was gone, and if they did they'd be mad at me for having left."

well. earlier this year I started on the road to getting past that idea. shoutout to @fordtato for helping with that, btw.

but it took me a while to work up the courage and then, as previously mentioned, even longer to work up the neurotransmitters.

I think I gotta wrap this up for now cause I don't have much concentration juice left. but, for what it's worth: I had a lot of emotions, coming back and seeing the names of people I used to talk to all the time. I don't know how you feel about me anymore, but I really missed yall. I would like to talk to you again.

[bellasprettywords]

Hey, I love your writing! I was wondering if you’d do a little something based off of the lyrics “Well, every once in awhile, she'll find my number in her phone and we'll talk for hours She'll tell me things I would have never known about when we were together She's saying, "Sorry, it's just such a long walk home" So she's coming over cause it's better than being alone” Spencer Reid x female reader. I was thinking more like a Midwest emo alt type of character, totally not someone you’d expect Spencer to go for?

I think your nose is bleeding (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Thank you very very much for the request!! I hope you like this little one shot, because I didn't know the song, but I hope I could meet your expectations🩷✨

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Requests are always open🥰

Warnings: Mmm apart of it being a little messy, I think there's nothing, but it fluff

Word count: 1,232

y/n – your name

Spencer and you were kind of an odd couple, excuse me, a couple of friends for the untrained eye. While he’s a trained scholar with a collection of PhDs on Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering; with an impressive job as a profiler at the FBI, which most of the time had him travelling all around the country, and a shy personality with socially awkward tints, and a genius brain. You are a tattoo artist with a free spirit, a soft spot for poetry, love for sassy comebacks, and a special love for midwest emo music. Once upon a time, almost a year ago, Spencer and you were a couple, but the two of you decided to leave things as friends, because your lifestyles were quite different, which made a relationship considerably difficult for you. However, the two of you decided to stay friends, which seemed kind of easier as you established a set of rules to make sure everything between the two of you could flow naturally.

Even if it was as friends, you knew that the two of you seemed like polar opposites, but the love you shared always made you be better for each other, growing up, learning about the other’s point of view, and becoming empathetic, even if you didn’t see eye to eye under certain circumstances. After your break-up, Spencer and you learned to compromise and commit to make sure the friendship could work, sure, sometimes it was hard considering his packed schedule, and your love for spontaneous adventures.

It was a little later than you would usually close the tattoo studio, so you decided to call Spencer to see what he was up to; you hadn’t talked in a while, so you weren’t even sure if he was in the city, but it was worth it to take the shot.

“Hey, y/n, it’s nice to hear from you” you heard Spencer’s voice through the phone

“How are you, mighty Doctor Reid?” you asked excited because, deep down, you were really longing to hear Spencer’s voice

“I’m… I’m alright, you know, just doing my thing; how are you? It’s been ages” he said trying to hide his own excitement to hear from you. Sure, you were friends, but deep down Spencer hoped that with time and more organization, maybe someday the two of you could rekindle your previous relationship

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I know what you mean! I’ve missed you Spence, I hope I’m not interrupting you at work or anything” you said, walking to your car

“No, I’m just home solving a puzzle, and deciding what to order for dinner” he said

“Uh, that’s nice, I was actually thinking about going to Little India to get take out. I’m really craving chicken curry, want anything?” you said jokingly, pretty sure Spencer wouldn’t catch the subtext

“Uh… sure, some chicken tikka masala and flatbread would be pretty amazing, thank you for asking” Spencer said, ensuring you he didn’t catch the joke

“An order or chicken tikka masala, white rice, and flatbread, coming right up” you said getting ready to hang up the call, when Spencer interrupted

“Wait, don’t hang up” he said as you turned on your car engine “I want to go with you, if that’s okay, I mean, if it’s not an imposition” he stuttered this time

“It would be delightful, sure, I love talking to you” you said with a shy smile forming on your lips, “What have you been up to? Any cool cases I can know about?” you asked Spencer

“I flew in today from Atlanta, we went to solve a case there” Spencer stared telling you all about the case, the unsub and how the team managed to save the victims that were abducted, when a car cut you off and honcked at you

“Jerk” you said under your breath

“y/n! are you okay? what was that?” Spencer asked frantically

“I’m okay, I’m okay, it was just some jerk” you said hoping to soothe Spencer’s concern “Did you know I hate driving?” you asked the young doctor

“I didn’t know that” he said sounding quite surprised at your revelation

“I really do! That’s why I’d always ask you if we could carpool when we were together” you confessed

“Hu… That would’ve been useful information back then” he said, making sure of making a mental note about that, to ensure to drive you whenever he could do it

The two of you kept talking, and the 40-minute drive that you needed to get to your favorite Indian restaurant, suddenly felt like a 5-minute stroll with the one you loved. Talking to Spencer like this felt amazing, it was peaceful, it almost felt natural like breathing, he always had the right words for you and even when you paused the conversation for a little while, the silence between the two of you was incredibly comfortable. You arrived at your destination and while you were ordering the food, Spencer stayed on the line with you, speaking about an impressive number of folkloric Indian stories, and facts about the country. You picked up the food and drove to Spencer’s apartment, this time, the drive was quite short, but that didn’t mean it was least pleasant with Spence’s rambling

When you arrived to the apartment building, Spencer was already downstairs waiting for you

“Hey boy-genious, I was at least hoping I could separate the orders before giving them to you” you said, a little butt hurt that apparently, Spencer didn’t even want you on his apartment

“What are you talking about? I’m here to help you carry the bags upstairs” he said a little confused by your comment

“Oh, I thought… Never mind” you said brushing off the butterflies that starter fluttering inside your stomach

“I’m really glad you called, you had no idea how much I missed you” Spencer said as you were entering the apartment building

“I missed you too Spence” you said

The night went amazingly, and the damn butterflies wouldn’t go anywhere. The two of you eat dinner together, and it almost felt as you have never broken up, the conversation flowed, and you could feel how this was one of those moments you’d always treasure in your heart

“I should get going, it’s a really long drive home” you said as soon as the clock struck 12:00 am

“Don’t go, please, just… stay the night” Spencer pleaded with his puppy eyes

“I really shouldn’t” you replied, avoiding eye contact with Spencer. Sure, one would argue that a friend can stay over at another friend’s apartment, but you knew that with Spencer it would be complicated, especially as you weren’t over him yet

“I’m begging you, I may seem alright, but as soon as I go to bed without you I feel so… empty and alone. This apartment is not the same without you, as a matter of fact, my life is not the same without you” Spencer said taking your chin so you could look at him in the eye

“If I stay the night, I may never leave” you said, gifting Spencer a side smile

“Maybe I just don’t want you to leave” Spencer said, leaning forward and starring intensively into your eyes, so you did what any normal person who has the object of his or her desire would’ve done: you leaned forward, and kissed Spencer

[dianawinchester03]

Season 2, Episode 11 - Playthings

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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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Authors Note: Patiently waiting to be cussed out right now👀💀

Jkjk, you all know I love a good fluff so I couldn’t resist. Thank you for reading everyone!

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Burn Marks

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: Toxic!Larissa, mentions of pregnancy, angst, hopeful ending, hints of starving

Pt1

It destroyed you when she left you pregnant and with a hyper three year old who was full of questions of where her favoured mama is. It burnt your lungs with each lie you told her unable to state the truth afraid to scar the young girl the way you had been.

Soon enough your little boy Theodore had been born, named right after Larissa’s father who had the same blue eyes as her but your blonde hair. The more Delilah grew the more she shaped into Larissa the woman who had shattered your being.

Once Theo was old enough to attend Kindergarten you were off to rebuild the woman you once were, daily after the school drop off you hit the gym. You went back to school to study fashion something you had enjoyed, it was tiring but you wished nothing else.

At night the children would curl around you on the sofa as you read to them, a peace you had never felt before, a sense of security. Larissa had never tried to reach out not when Delilah had turned five or even ten, your children now sixteen and thirteen.

It took some time but finally you owned your own boutique while raising two children it was hard and sometimes you had to go without. Always making sure their little bellies were full, along the line you often wondered where Larissa was in life.

If she thought it was worth it

Now you sat across from her

“We’re here for our daughters enrolment”

Larissa shifted in her seat as she cleared her throat almost taken aback “right, I apologise” she nodded the air now thick. “So- uh how is she?” You shook your head “not quite the question Larissa” the woman couldn’t focus. Not when she had a straight view of your cleavage, not when you looked so great now she really began to regret.

“Look Larissa, I can help with Fundraisers whatever you need. Our daughters happiness means most so if you do anything to tarnish that” I threatened. “Everything will be paid in full by me and me only, I don’t want your charity nor your pity. You can fester in your guilt if you even feel guilty”.

“I said I was sorry Y/n” Larissa barked “I don’t care” you shrugged “you threw everything away! I gave every ounce of me up for you and you leave like our family was last weeks news”. You shot up from your seat “my body changing was only natural since I had your child! Me being tired was normal because I was working TWO jobs and RAISING OUR DAUGHTER, I WAS PREGNANT LARISSA!”

“I was pregnant and planning this wonderful life with you” your voice broke unable to face her “your actions burned me, they scar our children”. A sinking fell into Larissa’s chest “so tell me again how sad your life is, how hard it is now that you have to face your choices”

Call it Karma

“I loved you so fiercely that even two years after you left I would’ve welcomed you with open arms but no, we made our beds Larissa time to lay in them”

“I refuse to” the woman’s voice determined “well I have, I’m tired Larissa” you matched her energy “maybe I still love you”. You laughed at her words “love me? I thought you no longer love me isn’t that why you left? To find something bigger? Someone better? Or did you find only I would put up with your attitude?”

“You’re not being fair” Larissa stated only causing you to laugh “fair?” You faced her “I’m not being fair? Give me a break Larissa, fairness didn’t matter thirteen years ago when you up and split”.

Larissa knew you were right, of course you were you always had been and she knew she used you she didn’t feel bad about it.

“No you’re right but the past is the past Y/n or have you not changed?”

“Don’t humour me Larissa, I was forced to change. Our children needed at least one role model but you wouldn’t know what that’s like”

I was jealous she could pretend to be this great maternal principal when she was a horrible mother, she had abandoned her family. With a sigh I sat back down “it’s a crappy thing you did and I hope you can make amends with our children but for now any questions you have go straight to my assistant”.

Larissa cringed slightly “Your assistant?” You raised a brow “I’m not letting you back in so easily honey” resting against the back of your chair with a small smirk.

The blonde took it as a deal

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Hello my fave moot. 😘

Can i request a fic (the one we talked about) where Nat and Wanda had an intense make out shesh and something more 👀👀 . Then Wanda came out of the room with red lipstick all over her face, neck, chest, and thighs.. courtesy of Nat and Nat looked so smug. 🤭🤭🤭

Money, must be funny. In a rich girl's world.

A/n: Helloo my dearest moot! Of course you can, I put my own little twist and mixed your request with the prompt I made a little while ago. I hope you like it boo!

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings 18+: Smut, semi-public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink??, (Wanda receiving), (Natasha giving).

Summary: Natasha works at a beach club, and Wanda is the daughter of the owner. Let's just say, summer wasn't the only thing that's hot that day.

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"Do you even know who my father is?!"

Fucking rich people...

So this is where she is now, working at some beach club serving entitled people who think they own the world just because they have money. And most of the time it's not even their money, it's their parents.

"I sincerely apologize, sir. However, I don't see your name on this list." Natasha responded calmly. These damn kids...

The young man scoffed, "You must be new here. I am Vision Stark, STARK. That name means NOTHING to you?!"

Natasha desperately wanted to say, 'Yes, the same way you meant nothing to your dad-'

But of course her job requires her to say, "I understand you're upset. Perhaps you may have written it under a different name?"

He laughs cockily and pulled out his phone, "You better start applying for another job."

Oh for fuck sake- As much as Natasha hated rich people, she knew how powerful money could be.

"No- Wait, please that won't be necessary-"

"Ugh, what now Vis?" A girl wearing a sun glasses appeared beside him with a bored look.

"I'm calling my father and getting this piss rat fired." Vision spatted while scrolling through his phone to find his father's number. Shit, he wasn't joking around-

The girl then took his phone rather hastily, "Will you stop being such a daddy's boy?" She sighed and turned to face Natasha. "What's the problem?"

"I uh- I don't see the name Vision Stark under the guest list."

The girl then turns face Vision, she's wearing a sunglasses but Natasha knew she was glaring at him. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's registered under MY name?" She then turned to face Natasha and took off her sunglasses in frustration.

Holyshit her eyes...

"I'm so sorry about him." Natasha almost didn't hear her, she was too entranced in those green orbs.

Her face is carved by the goddess Aphrodite herself...

"Try looking for the name, Wanda Maximoff." That was when Natasha snapped out of her thoughts. She quickly scanned the guest list for her name. Natasha had to skim through a few names as there were a lot of people on the guest list.

"Hello? She said Maximoff, are you fucking deaf??" I swear if this boy don't shut his mouth right now I-

"Will you shut up?! She's just doing her job." Wanda scolded him. Vision, like the little boy that he is, groans and crossed his arms.

Natasha speed up her process, not wanting to deal with this man child anymore. And finally, "Ah, yes. Wanda Maximoff. I'm so sorry for the hold up ma'am."

When Natasha looked up, Wanda was looking at her with a look that she couldn't quite pin. Her head was tilted a little bit and she was biting the inner parts of her cheeks slightly. "No worries." Wanda said with a faint smirk.

Natasha couldn't help but gazed at her a little bit more, it was only for a split second but she got pretty much everything. Wanda is absolutely fucking breathtaking-

But again the man child had to ruin it for her as he quickly dragged Wanda by the arm to enter the beach club, "Come on, Wands."

"Have a good time." Natasha said as she internally sighed in relief. She glanced back once more and caught Wanda's eyes who was also looking back at her. Wanda gave her an adorable little wave before turning her head back.

Natasha smiled to herself, summer was going to be good after all...

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She often wonders, how the fuck does one able to own such a huge beach club? While simultanieously have a resort on the other side too.

Quicksilver Beach Club was one of the most famous beach clubs in the world. They'd held numerous events and had millions of people around the world fighting for a spot. In the same area, lies a very luxurious resort called, Scarlet's Resort.

Which if Natasha was being honest, sounded like some kinky luxurious hotel.

It didn't matter though, at least the pay is good. Well, she says that now after having her eyes set on a very gorgeous guest. Wanda Maximoff. God, what a beauty-

Natasha wasn't the type to normally fancy a rich girl. Number 1, they're way too high maintenance for her who practically lives off cup noodles. And 2, they're very VERY entitled. Just for those two reasons alone, Natasha tried to stay clear of those girls unless it was for a one night type of thing. But perhaps for Wanda she could make an exception.

Which is why she would often asked to switch stations with her sister, Yelena, so she could serve Wanda's table more often. Purposely standing somewhere near Wanda's line of sight, the moment they locked eyes Natasha would give her signature smirk. One that she knows would get girls to fold for her.

Though Wanda seems to be a hard egg to crack. Sure, she notices Natasha, but it never really went as far as small talks. Which to be honest, only made the red hair wanted her more. Perhaps Natasha was full of herself, but she knows Wanda wants her too.

Wanda just needs a little push off the edge. As Yelena would describe it, 'She looks at you like she wants to eat you.'

Wanda was bored, bored out of her fucking mind. To many this beach club is something impressive, something luxurious, but considering her father owned it she has been here countless times. Then again, pretty much nothing else impressed her, many would say money can't buy you happiness, which to some extent might be true. However, it does allow you to experience anything and everything.

So her question is, what's a girl that pretty much has everything gotta do to have some fun here?

Her friends are boring, the guy she's seeing is dull as fuck, at this point she's just floating in empty space... Albeit, a luxurious one, but empty nonetheless.

Thankfully she has this cute, breathtaking, sexy waitress to keep her company this time around...

"One Piña Colada." Wanda snapped her head to the source, fuck this girl and her sexy smirk.

"Oh, thank you, Natasha." Natasha tilted her head slightly.

"How did you know?" Wanda merely pointed to her name tag, Natasha realizes and let out a soft chuckle. "Right."

Wanda laid on her back once again while taking a sip of her drink. She was laying on one of the VIP sun bed with a standing umbrella shielding her from the hot sun. Most people just wanted to sit by the beach and enjoy the waves, the rest who were out in the suns were mostly surfers.

"So are you here everyday?" Wanda asked, trying to make small talks with an arguably bullshit question. She knows Natasha's schedule, being the daughter of the owner she obviously had access to it. Which is why she is always conveniently there during Natasha's work hours.

"No, I only work day shifts and will be having a day off tomorrow." Natasha responded. "Is this your first visit?"

Wanda thought for a second, the answer was, of course it isn't. But she liked the fact that Natasha didn't know who she is, who her father was. Perhaps that's why she was attracted to Natasha, well apart from her attractive look. "You could say that."

"Let me know if you need anything else." Natasha said before going back to her area, which conveniently is on Wanda's line of sight. She can't help but admire the curves of Natasha's body. The way her muscles flexed under light of the sun, the way her hips swayed when she walked. God it was as if Natasha was putting on a show on purpose.

Being one of the most lavish beach clubs in the world, they were highly selective of their staff. Even as a waitress, other than the fact you had to be good at your job, you also had to be attractive and fit. It wasn't written in the job description, obviously. However, simply by observing their staff, you can definitely tell there's on going theme.

It was no wonder they hired Natasha, I mean look at that woman. Honestly, she could be a model. Wanda questions why Natasha even bothers to continue to work here with that kind of face and body.

Wanda continues to enjoy the view, which was without a doubt, not the beach. Her eyes secretly follows the red haired waitress wherever she goes. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't the only one. Other guests had their eyes on this sexy waitress too, Wanda couldn't exactly blame them. But she wanted Natasha, and whatever Wanda Maximoff wanted, she would get it.

She had to be quick though, she knew it wasn't uncommon for a guest to hook up with a service worker. Especially if they're hot. So she did what she knew best.

Natasha's ear perked up the moment she heard a yelp from one of the guest, it was Wanda. She had accidently spilled her drink all over herself. Natasha rushed over to her with a napkin. "Sorry, I'm very clumsy."

"It's alright, ma'am." Wanda stood up from the sun bed, her white, VERY thin see-through material shirt drenched in cocktail. Natasha's eyes subtly glanced to her chest seeing the red bikini Wanda had underneath, before averting it to wiped the remaining substance on the bed. "Let me get you another drink."

"Oh that's not necessary. However, could you please escort me to the bathroom?" Wanda asked rather seductively.

Natasha straighten herself up and internally smirked. "Of course, let me get this drink to the bar and I will escort you."

Once she was done, they both walked to the bathroom with Natasha leading the way. If all went according to plan, it should be empty. It was 2 pm, Wanda knew not many people would be present as sunsets were the prime time. That and the fact that no one actually uses the changing room/bathroom. Perhaps that was a rich people thing? I mean why not just change in your hotel room-

"It's just right through here, Ms. Maximoff."

"Please, call me Wanda." She said while walking to their destination.

"Alright, Wanda." Eventually the hallway lead them to their destination, Natasha, like the excellent service worker she is. Opened the door for Wanda. "If you need any assistance let me know."

Wanda eyed her up and down, now that they were alone, she would make her move. "I might be in need of an assistance in... other terms."

"What would that entail?" Natasha asked teasingly with one eyebrow raised. Wanda bit her lip and took a step closer towards Natasha.

"Don't play dumb with me."

With one swift movement Wanda pulled Natasha in with her. They shut the door behind them and Wanda had Natasha pushed up against the wall.

"I've seen the way your eyes lingers at me."

"Don't think I haven't noticed yours either."

Wanda's eyes wandered down to Natasha plump lips, god she wanted to taste it since the first time she arrived here. Natasha noticed her gaze and leaned closer to Wanda. Her hand reached up to Wanda's chin, catching her attention. Natasha had a rather mischievous taunting smile on her face. And fuck she looks so sexy.

"You want a little taste, darling?"

Wanda let out the breath she was holding, she leaned down and kissed Natasha roughly on the lips. Earning a soft hum from the redhaired woman.

Their kiss was messy, lustful, the kind of kiss where you wasted no time and started having tongues involved already. Natasha gained dominance in their make out session, taking over by flipping their position and have Wanda pinned instead. Wanda had her arms wrapped around Natasha's neck pulling her even closer.

Natasha's hand that was initially on her waist moved down to grip Wanda's ass firmly, causing the taller one to groan. Natasha captured Wanda's bottom lip, their eyes locking onto one another, both slightly hazy from the heavy session. Natasha's releases her lips before husking out, "You're such a needy girl, causing some incident just to get my attention."

A small whine escaped Wanda's lips.

"Was this your plan all along?" Natasha taunted. Her hand reached up to tuck Wanda's hair behind her ear while simultaneously pushing her body closer to Wanda. "To get fucked in some public space?"

While Natasha says all of this, she left a trail of kisses on Wanda's jaw. She trailed further down to her neck, earning a loud gasp from Wanda. Once she found a sweet spot, Natasha bit on it, causing the brunette inhale sharply before letting out a sound that was music to her ear.

Natasha moved her thigh to press it firmly against Wanda's aching core. Considering she was only wearing a bikini, it was easy for Wanda to feel the friction. "O-oh god..." Wanda moaned out.

Natasha continues to bite and suck harshly against Wanda's neck, not caring if it'll bruise. Not when it caused Wanda to squirm against her, to roll her hips subconsciously just to pleasure herself further. Her hand reached up to Wanda's breast, palming it against her stained shirt. Wanda couldn't help but to dig her nails on Natasha's back.

"Fu-fuck, please. I need more..." Wanda voice's echoed through the empty room.

"Good to know a person such as yourself has manners. I love well mannered girls..." Natasha husked out the last part in her ears, causing Wanda to shiver. She was sure if Natasha wasn't holding her up right now she would've fall to the floor.

Wanda continues to grind against Natasha's thigh, and whined the moment she felt Natasha pulling it away. "No-" Yet her words died in her throat as Natasha switched her legs with her fingers instead. Letting those long slim fingers drag across her panties. Natasha smirked when her finger dragged over the wet spot.

"All that for me, baby?"

Wanda nodded frantically, her mind too clouded to form a coherent words. Natasha pushed on her clit slightly against her panties.

"Words, baby. Words."

“Yes!” Wanda moaned out loud.

“Good girl.” Her fingers then moved her panties out of the way to run her fingers over Wanda’s dripping slit.

“A- ah… Natasha-“

“God I love the way my name sounds coming out of those pretty lips.”

Natasha trailed her kisses down to the exposed skin on Wanda’s chest. Her finger still teasing on the lips of Wanda’s opening, caressing it ever so slowly, yet not making any move to put it in. This caused the taller one to whine in frustration.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do?” Natasha asked against her skin. Using her free hand to slowly unbutton her shirt.

“I- I need you inside me, please…”

Natasha hummed, hearing Wanda beg did numbers on Natasha. Her left hand then pulled down Wanda's bikini top, freeing the sensitive bud. Natasha captured it in her mouth, rolling her tongue and sucking her nipple gently. Her right hand still teasing Wanda's entrance, she could feel the way Wanda was getting wetter by the minute.

Judging from the way Wanda grips her hair, nails scratching her back, back arching to push Natasha further into her. And fuck, the way she begged.

"Please... Ngh- Please, stop teasing me."

Natasha smirked against her, she releases Wanda's nipple with a 'pop'. Trailing her mouth up to Wanda's ear to nibble her earlobe. "You sound so good, begging me like that."

All of the sudden, Natasha entered two finger inside Wanda. The taller woman gasped, eyes closed and mouth wide open in the shape of an 'O'. She wrapped her arms around Natasha for support, her right leg naturally did the same, giving Natasha more room to fuck her.

Natasha curled her fingers expertly, causing Wanda to roll her eyes to the back of her head. Natasha moved her lips to leave open mouthed kisses on her neck, noticing how much the brunette loved it. "Oh god, just like that-"

God Natasha loved how vocal Wanda is. The way her voice was dripping with lust, how desperate she is to be fucked. Natasha picked up the pace, and Wanda couldn't help but to move her hips in rhythm with her. Her loud moans echoing through the marble bathroom accompanied by the gushing sound of Natasha's finger going in and out of her wet cunt-

"SHH-" Natasha quickly shut Wanda's mouth with her free hand.

Wanda, still hazy from pleasure could only stare at her and whine against her hand. Natasha focused her mind.

Footsteps.

She quickly pulled out her finger, dragged Wanda into one of the empty toilet stalls and locked it. Well, stalls were probably not the right word, one thing for sure it provided them more privacy as there were no gaps for anyone to peek.

"You better keep quite for me pretty girl." Natasha said with a smirk.

"W- what?"

The door outside opened, and a few set of footsteps could be heard entering the lady's room. They were busy talking to one another, Wanda's mind was still too hazy to pick up any word they said. Not that she cared anyway, she just hope they would leave soon so-

Her thoughts were interrupted by Natasha who was now kneeling on the floor, tongue sticking out to lick her already dripping pussy. She didn't even realize Natasha had already pulled down her underwear. Natasha wasted no time in lapping up her folds, devouring her like a starved animal.

Wanda's hand flew up to cover her own mouth, her other hand gripped Natasha hair firmly. She couldn't decided whether she wanted to push Natasha's head away, or pull it even closer. Natasha fucked her with her tongue, her nose rubbing against Wanda's most sensitive nerve.

Fuck she was getting close-

Wanda was biting her own hand so much that it hurts. Her legs were giving up on her, the only thing holding her up was Natasha toned arms and the wall she was leaning against. She started to grind against Natasha's face, fuck she doesn't know how long she could hold it.

Natasha then pulled out her tongue out of her entrance, trailed it up to swirl around her sensitive nerve before eventually encircling her mouth on it giving it a gentle suck. A slight sound escaped her throat, but thankfully their audience was too pre occupied with the latest gossip to notice.

Natasha continued to suck on her clit like it was a lollipop. Wanda could come then and there, but she knew if she did she wouldn't be able to keep her voice down.

For fuck sake can't these girls just leave!

Her stomach was tensing trying to hold the knot that was threatening to snap any second. It seems like her prayers has been answered as they heard the group taking their leave. Once Wanda was sure they were alone again, she moved the hand that was once covering her mouth and let out the sounds she had been holding.

"OH FUCK-" She moaned out breathlessly, "I- I'm so close. Fuck, Natasha, please let me come."

The way Wanda said her name, the way she gripped her hair, the way Wanda used her other hand to play her own nipple to chase the height she desires caused Natasha to moan against her clit.

The knot inside Wanda finally snapped the moment she felt the vibration against her pussy. Her back arches, body trembling, head thrown back so suddenly that she might've hit her head against the wall and hurt herself. But fuck was it worth it....

Natasha made sure to lap her up thoroughly, body spasming occasionally as Wanda was very much still sensitive from her orgasm. Seems like Natasha was enjoying that reactions from her that Wanda had to whine and pushed Natasha's head away. The redhaired only let out a small chuckle before finally standing up on her feet.

Wanda wasted no time in pulling her into a kiss, she moaned savoring the taste of herself. After some time they pulled away, Wanda rested her forehead against Natasha's.

"That was..." Her words died in her throat as she still needed to recover.

"You did so well." Natasha said, giving Wanda a tiny kiss on her nose. Wanda laughs softly at that.

"I should keep you around more often."

"Well, you know where I work."

They pulled away, gazing into each other's eyes. Wanda could get lost in them, Natasha felt the same as well. Natasha gave her a loopsided smile. Damn, Wanda really wanted to keep her around.

"Let me take you out tonight?" Wanda asked shyly.

"Unfortunately I have plans, how about tomorrow?" Natasha said, tucking a hair behind Wanda's ear the moment she saw the brunette's adorable pout. "Beside, the big event is tonight."

Wanda rolled her eyes, "I was trying to find an excuse to escape that." Natasha laughs at that. Wanda was... something else. "Alright then, tomorrow."

"I should get back to my shift, I'll see you around." Natasha smirked, she quickly left the stall and out of the lady's room before Wanda could even ask for her number.

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Wanda chased her out of the bathroom, but Natasha was already out of her sight. She cursed under her breath. For someone that size Natasha was sure as hell quick. Wanda walked back to her table to find it was now occupied by her friend, Agatha. She was sipping her drink when she noticed Wanda.

"Hey girl! I was wondering where you were-" Agatha suddenly stop her sentence, her eyes scanned Wanda up and down. Wanda tilted her head in confusion.

"What? What's wrong?"

Her friend then suddenly smirked. "No need for explanation."

"What are you talking about?"

Agatha then pulled out her phone and opened the camera app so Wanda could take a look of herself. Wanda eyes widens the moment she saw the state of herself. Lipstick marks were all over her jaw, neck and chest. To top it off there were hickeys on her neck too.

"Oh my god..."

"I assume it's that hot waitress standing right there?" Agatha pointed with her finger.

"How did you-"

"She gave me this complimentary drink because you 'spilled' yours." Agatha said while doing an air quote. "Other than that she left her phone number on this piece of paper underneath the drink."

Wanda groaned and quickly wiped off the marks and closed herself further with her shirt. Glaring at Natasha who had a smirk on her face, and gave her a subtle wink.

"I swear I'm going to make her pay."

I'm not very good with smut but I tried my best. Hope you like it!!!

[lovezbrownies]

Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment. 

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away. 

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

 “Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!”  Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

also bonus image :3