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duskholland · 4 years

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this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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monaisdark · 4 years

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i like how u write Shigaraki 😳❤ can u do maybe some bully reader with a sprinkle of virgin!shiggy hehe 🥰 reader can be dom or sub its up to you!! ❤

AH i’ve been meaning to check my inbox but ommmg this motivates me so much, thank you ! <3 I decided to do some dom reader - hope its ok!

➨ paring — Virgin! Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, slight mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, cum denial, begging

PART 2

Shigaraki slumped into the ground, his back against the now wet wall. It hasn’t even been 3rd period yet and you already completely ruined his day. You and your group of followers threw water at him, something about him smelling bad. His papers and books were thrown out of his bag, soggy and falling apart from the water poured on them and his favorite hoodie now uncomfortably wet.

Shigaraki would already be late to class by now so he didn’t bother to scurry off like your friends did when they heard the late bell for class. You walked a bit behind them, turning your head back at him a few times before completely disappearing down the hall.

Shigaraki wasn’t sure what he did for you to hate him so much. It was almost like you were out to get him since day one. And of course, you being so popular, it made him the school outcast, well, even more of an outcast.

He tried everything — ignoring you, doing everything you asked him, even trying to fight back. The last try left him with a sprained wrist and bruised cheek. So in the end, everything left him either humiliated, damaged, or hurt.

He finally stood up as he heard footsteps from a hall monitor coming down the hall he was in, grabbing his backpack that contained the remaining contents of his school stuff before running off into a nearby bathroom to hide. Luckily, nobody was there to see how disheveled he looked.

Shigaraki took off his hoodie, thankfully the hoodie was thick and caught most of the water, leaving his long sleeved undershirt a bit damp but nothing he couldn’t handle for the rest of the day. He set everything wet under the hand drier, letting the hot air dry them a bit.

As he dried his face, something at on the floor caught Shigaraki’s eye. It was a small piece of paper that was also damp. He picked it up confused, did it fall out of his hoodie pocket?

‘’Shigaraki, meet me in room 204 after school today. Be there.’’ He could read out from the smudged, running ink. Shigaraki looked at it confused, yeah it was definitely for him but why? How did this even get into his pocket? He’s usually always alone, he didn’t hang out or spend his school days with anyone.

“Hey! Get to class!” The voice of the hall monitor outside of the bathroom almost made him yelp. He stuffed the note into his back pocket, grabbing all his stuff that was thankfully a bit more dry before leaving.

You eyed Shigaraki from across the cafeteria, a small smirk tugged your lips as you saw him pull out the tiny piece of paper for the 12th time that lunch. A wave of satisfaction overcame you every time you saw his eyebrows furrowed at the paper.

You tried to make the note as vague as possible, you could tell from the confused look on his face that he didn’t have a clue on who sent it. Just how you wanted it.

You turned your thoughts back to your friends, mixing your laughter with theirs. You had no idea what they were laughing at. These people are assholes, why do you hang out with them again? A small boy whimpered on the floor, his food spilled all over his body. Oh, that's why. Like hell you’d be on the receiving end of their bullying.

It’s not like you felt bad. School was a hierarchy, these poor people were just at the bottom. When you first got here, you quickly rose to be at the top. Not like you expected to be anything less. You held yourself to a high standard, of course you’d be at the top.

So it made you sick seeing how some of these people held themselves, especially Shigaraki. He looked and smelled like he only showers every other day, he alternated between 2 hoodies each week, did he even bother to wash them?

He barely talked to anyone, usually playing some videogame on his phone. Does he not care about himself? Well maybe that was why you targeted him, you just wanted him to be better. Nothing else.

Then you noticed how much of a pervert he was. If a girl was ever near him, his eyes would automatically shoot to their chests before awkwardly shifting away from them. In P.E, you found it funny how he’d try to hide his boners after seeing all the girls in their shorts. How gross, he’s a horny little virgin.

You almost felt bad, maybe if he smelt better, maybe if he wore better clothes, maybe if he just tried to take care of himself. It was no surprise that he wasn’t getting chicks. But then again, he didn’t look too confident in anything. Yet alone girls.

That’s when you had came up with a plan. You’d sleep with him. Don’t get it wrong, you had dignity. If it was anyone else, you’d probably make fun of them even more, maybe even expose their perverted behavior.

But Shigaraki looked so helpless, if he kept up with this he’d never get better. Maybe he’d become desperate enough to start touching girls on the train to school, how disgusting.

You were doing everyone a favor. This is just charity work.

“Hey.” Shigaraki jumped, what? He was even more confused then before, you? Why would you send him a letter to meet him alone after school? He stayed quiet, he backed into a desk as he heard the click of the door. Locked, shit, you locked the door. You probably were gonna beat him up, usually you’d have other people pick on him, was today finally the day you’d take more action?

“Stop sweating, I’m not here to do anything bad.” You walked in front of him, Shigaraki would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified. “Um — why.. why did you want to meet me?” Shigaraki’s voice cracked and you almost laughed, has he ever even been alone in the same room as girl?

You decided to be blunt, there was no sugar coating what was about to happen. “You’re a virgin right, Shigaraki?” You brought your hands to the buttons of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning your top.

Shigaraki immediately felt himself starting to get hard at the sight of your bra. “What—” You rolled your eyes, doesn’t he get it? How dense can he be? “Just answer me.”

Shigaraki felt so humiliated, this was honestly worse then all the bullying he experienced from you. He has to admit to his bully that he’s a virgin, or better yet, that he’s never even gotten close touching a woman.

He couldn’t lie, I mean look at him! The most action he’s gotten was those JOI videos he’d watch late at night. “Yeah..” He whispered enough for you to hear, just incase anyone else was hiding in the room. “..Why?”

A smirk spread across your face, just like you thought. His red face was honestly so enjoyable to see, almost just as enjoyable as seeing him try to hide how hard he was.

“I know you’re hard, Shigaraki.” Your hands moved to his crotch, palming him. “Ah, ah! Wait! I’m—“ Holy shit, did he cum? Just from a bit of palming?

Your hands retracted from the damp fabric, “God, how pathetic can you be?” Shigaraki lowered his head, you didn’t want to know. You’re the first girl to ever touch him, he didn’t want to come that fast!

“I’m sorry! Please.. I’m still hard!” Now he’s begging? He was ready for you to laugh at him and leave him a gross mess. He would understand.

“Take it out.” Shigaraki could cry right there, you were serious! He didn’t know what made you want to do this now but he didn’t care. All that matter’s was you wanted to fuck him.

His mind flooded to what you guys could do, would you rub his now exposed dick? Would you take it in your mouth? Better yet, what could he do to you? He’ll learn quickly, he just wants to touch your boobs!

Suddenly, he was on the floor. He couldn’t even process what was going on before you straddled him. We’re skipping straight to it? This wasn’t necessarily what he saw in those porn videos but that’s okay. His hands moved to your chest, he saw this in the porn videos too! But your hand slapped his away, “Don’t touch me. You still stink.”

He frowned but it was quickly gone as he felt you lower yourself on him. Shit, shit, shit, he’s inside you! Inside a pussy! You already started moving and Shigaraki already lost it. This was better than what he could ever imagine!

You smirked at the scene, its barely been a minute and he’s out of it. His eyes were rolled back and he was moaning louder than you! You had to admit though, you were a bit surprised he even got past 30 seconds of being inside of you.

“Mhmm— m...mommy!” Now you could laugh, “Mommy? Really Shigaraki?” Tears were forming on the corner of his eyes, you weren’t sure if it was from your words or the pleasure but you preferred if it was from both.

“I’m sorry! It’s just— ah!” You angled yourself to hit deeper, “No, no, Shigaraki. Go ahead. I should’ve known you’d be into something like that.” His moans filled the room, you were lucky this hallway was always empty after school was done.

You felt him begin to twitch, already knowing he’s about to cum. Eyes narrowed down at his messy face, he’s trying to cum inside you without you knowing?

You stopped moving and brought him up so he wasn’t laying down anymore, “Y’know, for a virgin I’m a bit impressed.” Shigaraki whimpered when he felt you get off of him, the feeling of your warm cunt no longer around him.

“Wait! Please, please— I wasn’t done!” He whined watching you put your panties back on and button your shirt back up, “You were about to. You think I want your battery acid cum touching me?”

Snickering as he heard his desperate whimpers begging you to finish him off, an overwhelming feeling of power filled you. A fake annoyed sigh caught his attention, “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do— “You brought yourself to his level on the floor, “I might let you touch me.”

Shigaraki nodded furiously, “Yes! I promise! I will, I will!” You turned and unlocked to the door to leave, catching one more look at his messy state. A sigh was let out of you as you closed the door, the sounds of him moaning ‘mommy’s pussy’ as he finished himself off, made you giggle. How sad.

You rolled your eyes, clicking heels down the hallway. You might’ve just created a new problem for yourself.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shiragaki #bnha x reader #dom reader #sub shigaraki #mommy #tw humiliation #tw degradation

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gubler-me-up · 4 years

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Pegging for it

Request: PEGGING SPENCER PEGGING SPENCER PEGGING SPENCER

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon! On everything this submission made me gasp, it’s so wild, but very interesting request. Hope you enjoy it and for anyone reading, I hope you’re ready for some S M U T. Yes, the title is a pun. Sue me.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: SMUT (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Swearing, pegging, female masturbation, mention of anal sex, mention of penetrative sex, fem!dom, male!sub, oral (female and male receiving), slapping, rough play, anal fingering, sex toys

Word count: 2.3k

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Finding someone as sexually adventurous as you were was a hard task to succeed in. Countless partners of yours were often turned off by your dominating role in bed. By no means were you dominatrix, but if your partner wasn’t satisfying you, you had no choice but to take the wheel. Men can be oh so boring and stiff when it comes to sexual acts outside the realm of ramming themselves into you for a few seconds before calling it quits.

Not Spencer Reid though. He did everything and anything you both were comfortable with. To be honest you didn’t think your standoffish genius would be into the things you were, but he was. Maybe even more. It also took you as a surprise he was so demanding and dominant when he wanted to be. He knew how to get your blood pumping all the time.

Tonight, however, was your turn to play the dominant role. You both had agreed to let you take the reins this time around. He only requested one specific thing for you to do to him. With your eagerness, you guessed what he wanted. To be handcuffed? No. To be blindfolded? No. What he told you he wanted made you even more excited.

He wanted you to peg him.

He said it with such a nonchalant tone you thought he had it done to him before. When you asked if he had been pegged before he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He just thought it would be a thrilling experience.

Well, if he wanted a thrilling time you were willing to give it to him. He had given you so much wild, unforgettable nights. You thought it was only right to show him you were capable of giving him the same satisfaction back by being the over dominating person you are.

You walked up to his apartment door and gave it two firm knocks. You didn’t want him to think you were too eager. It would ruin your cool, calm and collected demeanour. You didn’t want to risk any chance of him seeing you break.

He answered the door, still fully clothed in his work clothes. You saw his eyes wander up and down your exterior. The only thing you were wearing was a brown trench coat, black heels and a black bag. He smirked as he stepped aside to let you in.

“Welcome,” he greeted.

You stepped in, looking at him unamused. He closed the door and looked back at you with his hands in his pockets as if he didn’t know what he did. You crossed your arms as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Didn’t I tell you to be stripped down to your underwear by the time I got here?” You said.

“I thought-”

“No thinking tonight, doctor. Tonight you only obey,” you said.

You walked towards his bedroom. You looked behind you to see Spencer still standing there. With a curl of your finger telling him to come to you, he started walking your way. Maybe he did listen to instructions better than you thought.

As you both entered his bedroom, you closed the door. He had lit a few candles in his room to create a source of light. How considerate of him. You didn’t want your outfit to be put to waste with the darkness engulfing everything. It was as if he knew you wanted a spotlight to show off. He was such an excellent profiler.

“Strip,” you demanded.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. You watched as his clothing fell to the floor and he was left with nothing on besides his underwear and socks. For someone so lean, he stood strong. His aura just radiated confidence. You kind of wished he would throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless instead.

He shrugged with an emerging smirk on. “I’m all yours.”

God, could he get any hotter? You placed your bag on the ground and then untied the fabric belt to open up your jacket. As your jacket fell you saw Spencer’s eyes light up as he saw your matching black lace bra and panty set. He licked his lips as his eyes stayed focus on the bottom part of your panty which should have been concealing your desirable lady part. Instead it left it exposed, leaving you ready to jump into action any time.

“You like what you see?” You asked.

He looked back up at you and nodded. You smirked at his silent answer. He already knew he wasn’t supposed to speak unless you told him to. Who said men couldn’t be trained to obey?

“Well, lay on the bed, so you can get a closer look,” you demanded.

He quickly placed himself on the bed, excited to see what you had in store for him. You crawled over him until his eager mouth and your dripping wet part met. Just his breathing on it sent tingles down your spine.

“Now, eat me out like the starving dog you are,” you demanded.

He didn’t waste another second as he plunged his face all in your folds. You felt his tongue glide through from top to bottom. He soon started to hungrily suck on your clit and repeatedly flicked his tongue over it. You moaned heavily as you felt a strong sensation run through your body. He was too good with that tongue of his. You knew right away from all that talking he did his tongue and mouth could do a lot more.

You lifted yourself off of his face before your orgasm hit you. As you looked down at him you could see all your juices covering his mouth and nose. He smiled up at you as he licked some of your juices from his lips.

“Did that satisfy my little pet?” You asked him.

He nodded his head. You smiled at his response, but you didn’t truly believe he was satisfied. You took two of your fingers and stuck them inside yourself. You pumped your fingers in and out of you a few times to get your fingers covered in your juices. When they were soaked enough, you took them out.

“Open,” you said.

He opened his mouth and you stuck your fingers inside.

“Suck them bone dry.”

He did just as you asked, sucking on your fingers as if his life depended on it. You smiled at him enjoying the taste of you. You stroked his long brown hair as you admired his obedience.

“That’s a good boy.”

You removed your fingers from his mouth and inspected his work. He did an amazing job of cleaning your fingers for you. You moved back a bit so you could lean down and kiss him. You only planned to give him a quick peck for doing such a great job, but the force Spencer kissed you back with moved you. It was hot, heavy, almost needy.

You leaned back up and roughly grabbed his face. Your face was unimpressed by the desperate nature of his kiss, but inside you loved it. Whenever he made out with you it was always such a powerful experience. The way his tongue would move in your mouth with such a force and the depth he would with his kiss would nearly floor you.

“Did I tell you to kiss me back?” You asked.

He shook his head.

“Speak up,” you demanded.

“No, ma’am,” he replied.

“Then why did you do it? Is this some sort of act of desperation?” You asked.

“Maybe.”

You smacked his face before grabbing it tightly again. He bit his lip as he looked back up at you, obviously enjoying your extremely dominant nature. You almost broke by smiling at him, but you managed to keep it together, so neither of you left the fantasy.

“It’s a yes or no question. Try again,” you demanded.

“Yes, ma’am, it was an act of desperation.”

You let go of his face and made your way off the bed. You peeled off his underwear and was met with his dick springing up from underneath it. He was extremely hard. It was a shame he wouldn’t be using his dick on you tonight.

You tossed his underwear aside. Taking your hand you started massaging his balls which let out a moan from Spencer. You squeezed them tight and yanked on them when you heard him moan.

“You’ve become too vocal. If you stay quiet for the next minute, I’ll reward you with what you really want,” you said.

He nodded, making sure not to even breathe too loudly. You lowered your head down and wrapped your mouth around his dick. You bobbed your head up and down, viscously sucking him off while still playing with his balls. Taking your other hand you used it to go up and down his shaft. Your saliva dripping down made your hand easily glide on his dick.

The laboured breathing coming from Spencer made your heart pump. You had him right where you wanted him to be before the real fun started. He deserved it after he lasted the full minute of you sucking his dick without a single moan escaping his mouth.

You stopped before he reached his peak. It was time for the main event of the night. You took off your panties and kicked them aside as you walked over to your black bag. You reached in and pulled out the strap-on dildo and then a bottle of lube. Spencer looked at you and you saw the fire spark in him.

You smiled at him. “It’s even in your favourite colour: purple. Now, I want you to get up and lean over the bed. Make sure your legs are apart.”

He hopped off the bed and did what you demanded immediately. You walked over behind him. His ass was so nice and toned for someone who never worked out. You ran your hand over his ass as you admired it. His muscles tightened under your touch which got you even more excited.

“Beg for it,” you said.

“Please, ma’am,” he quietly said.

You slapped his ass. “Please, ma’am, what? I said I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please, peg me, ma’am,” he said with more bass in his voice.

You slapped his ass a second time. “Again.”

“Please, peg me, ma’am.”

Another slap. “Again.”

“I want you to peg me, please, ma’am. I want it.”

You finally stopped slapping his ass even though you were thoroughly enjoying it. He had begged enough for your liking. You squeezed a bit of lube into your hand and lubed up the dildo. Then you took some lube and lubed up his crack. You stuck a finger in his ass to see his reaction. He let out a moan and you felt his muscles clench. Perfect.

“Are you really ready for this, pet?” You asked.

“I want it so bad, ma’am,” he begged.

You took your finger out and properly positioned yourself behind him. Slowly you eased the dildo into him and a remarkable sound of pleasure left his mouth. It excited you and gave you the reassurance you needed to keep going.

Gently you pumped in and out of him, making sure not to put too much force into it. He continued to let out deep, needy moans. You watched the dildo go in and out of him and thought this must be what it looks like for him all the time when you two engaged in anal or even when you were in doggy. The view was definitely a thrilling experience and the sound of his moans echoing the room made it even better.

“Faster,” Spencer moaned.

“Oh no, you don’t demand. You beg. Try again,” you said.

“Please, go faster, ma’am,” he begged.

He didn’t have to beg you twice for it. You pumped in and out of him faster which made him uncontrollably moan. It made you happy he was enjoying himself. You had a feeling he would want to do this more often after this experience.

He was shaking and quivering which only meant he was about to orgasm. You nearly broke into excitement. You were proud the first time you’ve both done pegging it was going extremely well. You remained collected though because you wanted to say the line he always says to you when you’re about to orgasm.

“Come for me,” you demanded.

With no pause he let out a loud moan as you saw his muscles clench. You slid the dildo out and stepped back to admire the now limp Spencer face down on the bed. It was such a weird perspective to not be the one laying limp on the bed after orgasming, but you loved it.

You quickly took off the strap-on as you excitedly hopped on Spencer’s back. You didn’t care anymore about being a dominant in the moment, you were just overly happy he had enjoyed himself. You gave him a big hug from behind as you kissed his head.

“How was that for you, baby?” You asked.

He turned his head sideways to reveal a smile. “It was a great experience.”

“Does that mean we can do it again sometime?” You asked.

“Definitely,” he said.

You squealed and planted a kiss on his cheek. He laughed as he started to get off the bed with you still on his back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he fully got off the bed.

“How about we take a shower together?” He suggested as he piggybacked you to the bathroom.

“Only if you promise we can have shower sex,” you said while burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Promise. I’ll for sure be a better dominant than you. I won’t break character at the end,” he joked.

“Talk is cheap. Why don’t you just prove it to me instead?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 4 years

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Cherry Wine (Miss Venable x reader)

well..hi :) i guess we have trash in this fanfic, but pls listen to “Cherry Wine” by Hozier while u r reading this, coz this is another song fanfic haha

warnings: toxic relationship, bruises, abusive gf,..

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If you had to describe what was most beautiful thing in your relationship, you wouldn't have to think twice:

There was nothing better for you than waking up next to her on the weekend.

That probably sounds pretty cheesy, but actually it was sad.

Waking up next to your sleeping girlfriend in the morning was everything for you and if you sometimes doubted your relationship it was enough to kill all of your doubts.

Beep Beep Beep

You blinked sleepily and quickly reached under your pillow to turn off your alarm clock. No way, did you want her to wake up because of you.

For a few seconds you lay quietly on your back with your eyes closed, afraid that your alarm clock might have woken her after all. But there was nothing ..

Before you opened your eyes, you focused on the things you were perceiving as you always did to ground yourself.

You felt the bed beneath you, the disgusting taste in your mouth and through your closed eyelids you could feel the light that shone in through the curtains. And then of course you felt her.

You could hear her breathing, you smelled her lavender perfume and then there was her arm around your waist. Her cool fingers had wandered under your t-shirt at night and were now caressing the bruises she had inflicted on you the day before, when you had once again not done the things the way she wanted.

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Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire.

You winced when the front door slammed loudly.

"Mina .." you shouted happily and quickly wiped your hands on your shirt before running into the hallway to greet your girlfriend.

"How was your day, honey?", You stared at her nervously and watched her as she hung her coat on the cloakroom. She was obviously not in a good mood.

"Is everything okay Mina? You look-"

"Didn't I tell you to clean up the hallway?" She hissed and glared at you menacingly.

You raised your hand soothingly

"I do it after dinner .. My boss wanted to speak to me in his office after work today and I just got home.. I've only just started to cook .."

"You could have cleaned up this morning .." she scolded as she got closer and let you stagger backwards.

"And what did your disabled boss want from you?"

"I..Uhm he..I mean..he .." you stuttered.

"Jesus, Y / N ..", she spat and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Fearful you looked up into her eyes, which stared dangerously down at you. You couldn't tell her that, she would be so angry.

"He saw the bruises and asked if everything was okay with you and me.." you uttered and closed your eyes.

The next sound you heard was a loud clap and not a second later you felt a sharp pain in your left cheek.

"Mina ..", you gasped and lifted your eyes trembling at her. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Stop crying, Y / N .." she hissed and looked at you condescendingly.

"Our private life is none of this asshole's business .."

You nodded quickly as you rubbed your cheek.

"I told him I fell down the stairs .."

"Good girl.."

It looks ugly, but it's clean, Oh momma, don't fuss over me.

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You opened your eyes and stared at the white ceiling for a moment. You just wanted to be her good girl, that's all ... why was it so hard?

As carefully as possible, you turned your body on its side to face her. She was so beautiful.

Her long red hair was disheveled and reflected the light of the morning sun. You wanted so much to reach out a hand to brush the stray hair from her face, but then she would wake up because of you and all the rest would be over. You even set an alarm clock to watch her asleep.

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"See you then, Mina .." you mumbled before running towards the front door as quickly as possible.

"Where do you think you're going?", Her voice sounded shrill and you heard her limping into the hallway behind you.

"It's Jessica's birthday today .." you said quickly as you turned around.

"We talked about it yesterday .."

Mina frowned.

"I don't remember that .."

"I even put it in the calendar .." you tried further and looked nervously at your watch.

"Mina, I really have to go ... I'm way too late .."

"I actually thought we could spend the night together.." she said, suddenly sounding sad. Immediately you felt guilty.

"You know, we could watch a movie, for once I could cook for you again and we haven't had sex for weeks .."

You stared at her. She always did that at moments like this. And you lovesick idiot craved her affection so badly.

"Please Y / N .." she said and smiled gently at you.

Damn she knew you too good ... you would kill for that smile. Everything you did for her, you did just because you wanted to see her smile. It made you so fucking happy.

"I think I can call Jessica and tell her I'm sick or something .." you mumbled and immediately hated yourself for it. Jessica was your best friend.

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Of course, you remembered the next day when you saw Jessica at work and she was incredibly angry. It was no secret that Jessica hated Mina. She said Mina wouldn't do you any good, but Jessica had no idea. Mina loved you, you knew that. She was just very complicated.

Your eyes traveled from Mina's hair to her face. She always looked so peaceful when she slept. Any harshness, all the severity had escaped from her face and she looked almost harmless.

But you knew better and sometimes you wondered how you got into this disaster.

You remembered the evening when your cousin dragged you to that party at work and you met Mina. Her dominance intimidated you and you fell in love with her immediately. Your cousin, who has not worked at kineros robotics for a long time, had advised you not to mess with her boss, but you couldn't help it.

You winced when her hand suddenly gripped your waist tightly and she pulled you closer to her. Usually you liked that, but now her hand was pressing against your fresh bruises and making you shiver. You let out a low whimper as tears stung your eyes and immediately you clapped your hand over your mouth.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

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"Okay, what's your problem?" She scolded and hobbled into the living room when you had ignored her calls.

You sat on the sofa and played with the pillow in your lap.

"We have been living together for 2 years and have known each other for 4 .." you said without looking at her. Mina frowned.

"So what?"

You lifted your eyes and looked at her sadly.

"Why the hell did you tell your stupid secretary I was your flatmate ?? Are you kidding me?"

"My private life is none of my employees' business .." said Mina, who raised an eyebrow at your aggressive tone.

"Then you shouldn't have taken me to your stupid New Years party .." you growled and stood up.

"Am I just a flatmate? I mean, do flatmates fuck like we do? Do flatmates share a bed? Do they-"

"Be careful, Y / N ..", Mina hissed and stared at you dangerously.

"I think someone drank a little bit too much."

"Fuck you .." you mumbled.

"I go to Jessica .."

You tried to walk past her, but she grabbed your neck and pressed you against the back of the sofa. While she held your chin between her thumb and forefinger, the rest of her hand pressed against your neck and cut off your air. And while you stared at her in fear, you didn't know which was worse: the feeling of choking at any moment or the feeling that your jaw was about to break.

"You listen to me well now..", Mina spat and let the grip around your neck tighten a little. Desperately you gasped for air.

"Who owns the house? I do. Who brings the most money home? I do. Who paid for the ugly clothes you're wearing right now? I did.

You can go if you want, but if you do, you don't need to come back .. Besides, where should you be able to go? Your parents hate you, Jessica hates you .. And should you really decide to go, I'll make sure that everyone else hates you too .. You know that I can do that ... "she threatened. You heard her words but only million miles away, you were too focused on breathing.

"Mina please .." you gasped as your vision became blurred. It was too much.

"You're really pathetic .." she spat before finally letting go of your throat and you immediately gasped for air.

While you held on to the sofa, panting, your other hand rubbed your jaw. It almost felt like she broke it. Your gaze wandered carefully to Mina, who leaned on the stick with both hands and glared at you angrily.

Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.

You just stared at each other for a moment before she grabbed your arm and pulled you into the kitchen, which you two had left untidy.

No, which YOU left untidy.

She let go of your arm in the door frame and left you there as she walked past you into the kitchen.

"Do you see this mess?" She barked and you nodded quickly.

"Who made this mess?"

"I .." you mumbled quietly.

"I can't hear you .." she hissed and raised her eyebrows.

"I .. "you repeated out loud, nervously rubbing your aching arm.

"Yes, exactly you .." she scolded and made you flinch when she threw a plate on the floor and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

"YOUR chaos in MY house ..", another plate flew on the floor.

"YOU live on MY money ..", this time it was a cup.

"And YOU are MY girlfriend and not the other way around and if I think it's right to keep that to myself, then that's my damn decision ..." she screamed, her jaw trembling.

You just stared at her and didn't dare to move when she suddenly grabbed a glass and threw it at you before it splintered on the door frame next to you. Immediately you woke up from your stupor and let out a little scream, before you turned around and ran into the bathroom to lock the door behind you.

Breathe Y / N, breathe

You pressed your back against the bathroom door and slid down the wood. Your hands caught in your hair as you pulled your knees up to your chest and began to sob softly into your jeans.

That damn glass was supposed to hit you ..

Mina had already done a lot to you, hit you, choked you, spat on you, but this glass broke right next to your head. The broken pieces could have hit your eyes.

You didn't understand what her problem was .. You loved Mina so much and all you wanted was to see her smile, but apparently you always made things worse.

At some point your crying had calmed down and you could breathe again.

You closed your eyes and focused again on the things you were feeling. You could feel the wooden door on your back while your fingers dug into the soft carpet. In your mouth it tasted like the salt of your tears and you smelled the air freshener in the bathroom. In the end there was only what you heard, but there was nothing, just silence.

You pressed your ear against the bathroom door, but you couldn't hear anything. You'd probably been sitting here for hours and Mina went to bed.

You stood carefully up with shaky legs and lean on the bathtub.

When you stood, you couldn't help but look in the mirror.

Holy shit

You looked like shit. Your hair was disheveled, the elaborate make-up had run and then there were those dark spots on your jaw and neck. There she had marked you ..

But I want it It's a crime That she's not around most of the time. The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

You carefully stretched your fingers towards the bruises, only to regret it straight away as pain twitched through your body. Your hand slid down to grab the cool handle of the sink and then turn it up. Cold water splashed into your hand and you bent down to wash your face. Which turned out to be relatively difficult because you had to avoid your jaw. After washing your face, you grabbed the brush to comb your hair. Satisfied, you found that you only looked half as bad as you did a few minutes ago.

As you stepped out into the hallway you immediately noticed that all the lights were off and still you couldn't hear anything ... She had actually gone to bed. You didn't have to think twice when you decided to go back into the living room to sleep on the couch.

You carefully lay on your side and pulled the soft wool blanket over you.

You had no idea what time it was, you didn't really care. All you wanted was to sleep, even though you were terrified of waking up the next morning.

You were already half asleep when you heard the tap of her stick in the hallway. Immediately you opened your eyes again and pulled the covers a little tighter to your shoulders.

"Y / N?" You heard her voice softly from the hallway and you began to shiver slightly. She didn't sound like the Mina who had thrown the glass at her earlier.

"Are you awake?", She tried again and suddenly switched on the light in the hallway.

She stepped into the living room and saw you lying on the sofa. You ignored her and stared at the bookshelf opposite the sofa.

"Why aren't you in bed?" She asked as she sat on the edge of the sofa and put a hand on your thigh, which made you wince.

"I didn't want to .." you muttered, still staring at the bookcase.

"I am so so sorry .." you heard her whisper. You carefully directed your gaze to her and met her worried eyes.

"You always say that afterwards .." you replied courageously and sat up. Mina stared at the bruises on your jaw. She carefully raised her hand to your jaw and ran her fingers over it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. At any moment her grip could be get firmer again.

"Does it hurt?" She asked softly.

"Only when you touch it .."

Immediately her hand jerked back into her lap.

"I..uhm..wait here for a moment .."

You watched her get up and walk out of the room only to come back a minute later with a jar in hand.

You frowned in confusion when she sat down next to you again and you realized that the jar was the lotion for her back.

"I thought it might help your bruises too .." she explained when she noticed your confusion. You didn't answer and watched as she took the lid off the jar and applied some of the lotion to her fingers.

"May I..?" She asked as she reached out her hand to your jaw again. You nodded slowly and she carefully began to spread the lotion on your abused skin. Your eyes never left hers and you wondered why she was just this way to you when she apologized or when she wanted something from you.

You wanted her to always be like that to you and you would work so much for it that it was like that at some point.

Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing.

"Do you forgive me?" She asked, putting her hand on your cheek. You automatically leaned into her touch and wished you could do something like that more often.

"Of course I do .." you said and smiled gently.

..Like I always do

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"Hello princess ..", her sleepy voice purred in your ear and she hugged you a little tighter.

You carefully turned your head towards her to stare straight into her brown eyes.

If the eyes really were the gate to the soul, then this gate seemed to be closed. No matter how many times you looked for answers in her eyes, you would never find an explanation for her behavior. Often you saw fire, poison and cold in her eyes at the same time and then there were moments like this when you couldn't see any of the hate, just love.

"Did I wake you up?" You whispered and were scared for a moment, but she quickly shook her head.

"No..You know, I dreamed of you, princess .." she smiled as she started to play with your hair.

"Oh yes?"

"Mhm .." she hummed and began to press gentle kisses against your face.

"We were on the beach in Italy .."

"Italy .." you repeated with closed eyes and tried to suppress the tears that welled up in you. It was all so contradicting itself. While one hand gently scratched your scalp, the other was still squeezing the bruises on your waist.

Yesterday she had yelled at you and told you, how ungrateful you were and this morning she told you, that she had dreamed of you and was so lovely with you.

It was like having a relationship with two people at the same time. And you knew that she was breaking you more and more every day. But you could never leave her, she had put you under her spell and you were like cement in her hands

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time

If you had to describe what was most beautiful in your relationship, you wouldn't have to think twice:

There was nothing better for you than waking up next to her on the weekend.

Because no matter how angry she was the night before, she would always be gentle with you in the morning and that was the only thing you wanted.

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #american horror story

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 3 years

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hello! I was wondering -if u still take requests- if u could do an angsty Remus Lupin x reader where there's jealousy but it ends well? like the reader and remus get together in the end? if not its totally fine! have a wonderful day!

Guts

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Teeth-Rotting Fluff, caps-lock, non consented kiss

A/N: I know that I left it on sort of a cliffhanger and didn’t really finish it all like you would like it but I wrote most of it a few months ago and decided to finish it up today for the sake of getting it published so, I hope you like it still.

He looked at her as she walked near the door, he watched as he fluffed her hair, he watched as she glimpsed up and smiled at him. He leaned back on the hind legs of his chair to get a better view of her while she walked past and he watched in agony as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, he watched as he spun her and he watched as they dropped to the ground time after time.

Remus watched it all.

He watched all their ups and downs, he watched as he did other things, he watched as she cried and watched as their love depleted.

And he loathed it.

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I know I let you down, I think about it all the time. We could’ve had it all, we could’ve had it all.

He watched as he squared her in between the wall, he watched as she slipped between the space between them and he watched as she waltzed up to him and wedged herself between him and Sirius. Remus smiled down at her and reached down to entwine their fingers as he used to.

Y/n smiled weakly back up at him and Remus didn’t fail to notice when she glanced back to see him smoother another girl with love on the other side of the hall as they passed.

Sirius smirked at Remus as they neared their black lake tree and when he sat down with her on the grass Sirius stood and shot a smile to a girl by the doors of the school.

“ Alas I must take my leave friends, I have business to attend to.”

Remus shot up from his seat on the ground and threw his hands up with false distress, crying out about how he promised to do work with him, before Sirius saluted and left off for the brunette girl by the doors.

A light tug at his hand was what made him drop back down. He glimpsed at her e/c irises and sighed, slumping back down and yanking his essay out in frustration.

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Y/n frowned as she watched Remus scribble the words out on his parchment, a blush quickly forming on her face as she saw him glance up at her with an eyebrow raised.

She had always known the effects that that one tilted eyebrow could bring.

She had known for years.

The first time, when they had been in second year, it had happened was when James ran off for Lily and Peter ran off with Sirius somewhere. That left him with Y/n in the room on the floor. He had sighed back then as well, and pulled a book out, lounging against the floor while his back pressed against the wood of the beds frame.

Y/n had pulled her pillow and blanket over next to him and after a moment of thought she curled into his shoulder as she lay buried in the blanket. Remus’s only respond was to tilt his book towards her side more, allowing her to read with him.

She had soon given up on it and instead decided to pester him with questions about it because she had no clue who the fisherman and his friends were and wanted to find out for the part he was on had seemed quite interesting to her.

He had tilted his head to the side and cocked an eyebrow up at her after she asked if they could re-start the book. Remus smiled lightly at her reaction and simply threw a piece of chocolate towards her direction, directing for her to go back to sleep.

Now, sitting next him by the black lake, Y/n felt his eyes on her again and she looked up from her papers, curling slightly into herself at the knowing smirk on his face.

Remus tilted his head back at her, smirk still placidly placed on his face, and gave her a look that she could only refer to as wolffish, sly and fox like.

The female made quick work to smack their textbook upside his head before he burst into laughter and hooked an arm around her waist when she began to smack his chest with the book. He pulling her to the ground with him when he fell and tumbled down the hill, nearing the lake.

Remus glimpsed a rock from the corner of his eye and hooked onto it before they could fall into the lake, shoving his foot against another rock near and curling his friend inward to his chest before she could fumble into the murky waters mere inches away from where they lay panting. All the while he kept that same grin on his face.

She pressed her face into his now dirtied shirt and glimpsed up at the setting sun, a satisfied smile on her face.

The two sat together until she realized he had gotten mud and dirt up her stocking, when she tensed beneath his hand and began to growl, that was when he knew to run.

“ You Bloody Bastard!”

Later that night Remus had Lily return her bag and books and the finished homework Remus had done for her as payment.

Well, not complete payment, he still had to kick Sirius for shoving mud up her skirt.

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It was Christmas now and they all sat on the floor in the space where the foot of the beds lay.

Peter was already asleep and James had left earlier on to grab hot chocolate, although he had been gone long enough to suggest he’d found more exiting company, and Sirius lay sprawled next to Peter on the floor, a trail of wrappers laying around their heads.

Remus had been lounging across the pillows they’d thrown down earlier that evening, reading his book, while Y/n shuffled around in the bathroom, pulling on one of Remus’s jumpers and a pair of stockings as she attempted to get comfortable for the night. If she knew the boys, which she did, then she would know well enough to know that as soon as James came back they’d really start to party.

She blew the candles out and opened the door, shutting it as she turned.

Remus glimpsed up at her from his book and smirked before returning to the pages of his book, pages that he’d surely lose interest in as soon as she dropped down next him.

“ Wanting to feel a bit breezy down there tonight hm?”

“ You know I could light your book on fire if I wanted.”

She looked down at him as she plopped on the sea of pillows beside him and a blush coated her cheeks as his head tilted and that same lazy grin coated his features, his eyes closed in serenity.

Remus tossed the book up onto his bed and crossed his arms behind his head, stretching out as his head landed in her lap.

His voice came out husky, filled with tiredness and love as he spoke, “ Mmm, go ahead and burn it. I stopped paying attention as soon as you walked in, you’re too hard to look away from sweetheart.”

Y/n smiled sadly at his comment and gently shook her head, running her hands through his hair.

For as long as she could remember, Remus had always been flirting with her, even when she dated Ben for those three years, he had only stopped when Ben walked in on them exchanging flirtatious comments while doing their homework. He’d beaten Remus bloody and wouldn’t stop until Y/n promised to keep away from him.

She stayed with Remus the rest of the night trying to apologize, trying to fix him back up.

And Y/n was okay with his flirtatious comments, it wasn’t like they had ever meant anything.

Oh how she wished they’d meant something.

Remus bit into an apple he’d stolen from Peter, starling Y/n from her trance.

“ So, are you and that Plaite guy a thing now? I hear he asked you out.”

She laughed lightly, a soft, careful thing and shook her head at the boy resting beneath her.

“ No, I rejected him…”

Y/n sighed and leant forward, crossing her arms overtop Remus’s chest, her head against it.

The boy cracked open his eyes and propped himself up. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lower lip in thought.

“ What’s wrong dove?”

Silence met his answer and his confusion only grew.

Remus was about to say something else when she replied.

“ Well there’s this guy I like, and me and him have been friends for a long time now see, and I really like him and I think he likes me too but…”

Y/n paused for a few moments and fidgeted with her fingers at the light growl Remus released.

“ What’s this guys name? I bet he’s that Ravenclaw kid you used to hang out with, OH, No I bet it’s that Jeremiah boy—“

“ Oh I never thought I’d see the day where Remus Lupin was jealous!”

Soft laughter filled the air and Remus found himself sitting up, a scowl on his face.

“ I’m not jealous!”

His words only further influenced her laughter and Remus snarled at her, a grin to his face, before he tackled Y/n to the ground more so than before. Y/n gasped as he straddled her hips and pinned her wrists above her head.

His breath fanned over her face and she could practically taste the chocolate on his tongue, a giddy smile to his face. Remus leant in closer and was about to say something when a frown crossed his love’s face.

“ I can hear James’s footsteps Remus.”

A blush quickly spread across his face and Remus rolled off of Y/n. He throw his fleece blanket at her and hopped up, pulling her to sit by the foot of James’s bed while he sat at the foot of his.

Y/n’s face was flushed as she wrapped the blanket that smelled much too like her friend around her shoulders and reached for a licorice wand.

She glimpsed over at Remus and instantly turned away, her already apple-red cheeks turning a darker shade.

“ So, tell me about this guy you like. Who is he, what’s he look like, do I know him?”

Y/n turned to him and smiled slyly at his poor attempt to hide his frustration at James and his flushed cheeks. Remus used his thumb to flick his kneecap.

“ Well, he ha—“

“ OH SO THERES A GUY SHE LIKES NOW HM! HOW COME I WAS NOT TOLD BEFOREHAND N/N?!”

And James walked in.

And the others woke up.

He froze, the two bags in his hands finding their places by the pillow fort floor, and immediately dropped to his knees, shaking Y/n’s shoulders.

“ I. Need. Details. N/n. Now.”

Sirius rubbed his eyes and began to scoot towards Remus, blearily falling on the floor by his feet again. Peter grasped a pillow and chucked it at James’s head, curling back up in a ball with his empty pile of sweets.

And a pillow war commenced.

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“ you never told me who that guy was.”

“ go to bed Remus, or Christmas won’t come.”

His arm looped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body if possible, and she fell back against his chest, her hair splaying across his torso as she curled into his embrace.

“ tell me something about him. even if it’s just his eye color.”

“ his name will be your present, Remus Lupin.”

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James shook Y/n awake, pulling her off the floor and into a standing position, and threw a pair of clothes at her. Shoving her into the bathroom with a mischievous grin afterwards.

She dressed quickly and didn’t even make it three feet out of the door when James took hold of her again, throwing her figure over his shoulder and walking out of the room. She could feel the smirk on his face.

He finally stopped at the bottom of the stairs and she flew out of his grip, toppling onto a pile of bodies on the Common Room floor.

‘I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark and we stayed up for hours’

A groan came from beneath her and Y/n shot up immediately, throwing a fierce glare in James’s direction. Remus knew she would pummel him later.

Then James brought out pancakes.

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“ Why do I put up with this James?”

Remus turned his head and sighed, shoving a crumple cake in his mouth as he watched Y/n braid Sirius’s hair across the room.

“ I mean, I love her James but she also, she really makes me hurt somtimes.”

“ You put up with it because you don’t have enough guts to ask her out and you completely miss the hints she throws, especially the one from last night.”

Remus kicked James in the shin, resulting in a grunt from James.

Remus scowled, “ I do to have enough guts to ask her out.”

“ You turn into a woman on the full moon and you still don’t have the guts to ask her out.”

Remus shoved the sweets into James’s lap and swiftly walked over to where Y/n stood by Sirius. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and spun her around with a dip, kissing her.

When he pulled away, Y/n was smiling all giddy like and Remus had a cheesy grin on his face. In a low voice he asked, “ will you go out with me?”

“ Yes, I’ll go out with you. Especially seeing as you were jealous of yourself last night.”

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soulwillower · 4 years

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secret • stanley uris

(stanley uris x reader)

requested: someone a while back asked for some stan fluff but i can't find it im v sorry <33 but this ones 4 u nonny

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of it, fluff, laying in roads, super unedited

[losers and reader are 16+ in this.]

2.9k words

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"oh, man." mike mumbles as he wiggles himself comfortably in bill's guest bed, making you snort quietly. "it's cold in here."

you nod, sighing. "you're right. i'll go get you a blanket, okay?" you state, hearing but not comprehending the drunken mumbles that leave mike's mouth as you walk to the hallway closet.

you'd spent yet another night out with your friends, this time finding yourselves at a house party thrown by some kid that was in your class; it had been a fun night, but now you and stan were the only sober ones and have to get all the others into bed, which was no easy feat. you're extremely relieved that stan volunteered to get richie into bed, because you know you don't have the patience for him right now, especially after he'd spent all night drunkenly ranting about how bad you had it for stan.

it started at about 3-drinks-in richie, bounding up to you like an excited puppy and asking when the wedding was. you'd rolled your eyes and told him to shut up but it's richie, so he never does. and then there was five-drinks-in richie telling you to confess to stan, shoving you towards the curly haired boy who caught you with ease and grace, rolling his eyes at richie and offering to get you something to drink. then there was six-drinks-in richie telling you that stan had a secret he's kept from you but refusing to elaborate on it and making you want to punch the trashmouth in the face.

you're glad you don't have to deal with him now, because you may explode if you have to hear him try and help you with the whole stan situation one more time. because you're a grown up, and you can handle it all on your own.

yeah.

it's quiet as you lay your eyes on the blanket on the top shelf, straining to reach it as a door shuts down the hall. you huff as you jump up, reaching with your hand stretched and yet still missing the blanket, grasping at air.

then suddenly, a hand is on your waist and you can smell and feel stan as he presses up behind you, reaching up to grab the blanket with ease and pulling it down for you. you roll your eyes and try not to think about how close he is to you as you spin around, his hand slowly falling from its resting point on your hips. "here you go, shortcake." he says with a lopsided smirk, his eyes warm as he grins at the look on your face. "never, ever call me that again. you sound like richie." you say with a little eye roll because he's such a tease.

he huffs a laugh, tilting his head back and clutching his chest like that was a huge blow to the heart and you hide your lovesick smile. "thanks, though." you add on, and stan's smile widens.

"richie's finally down." he says quietly as he follows you into the room where mike's already asleep, curled on his side like a small cat. you laugh a bit as you spread the blanket over his sleeping form, "you say that like he's a toddler."

stan laughs warmly, flipping off the lights as you and him exit the room, making your way down the stairs. "is he not?" stan says through a yawn. you smirk at the floor, shaking your head as the house finally falls completely silent, all five of your drunk friends having been safely put down to bed.

"you ready, y/n/n?" stan asks, holding the door open for you and looking perfect in his sweater and curly hair. you sigh, almost lovesick, as you follow him out into the street.

as the two of you walk towards your house from bill's, you bring up something that richie had imprinted in your mind earlier, after the fifth vodka-soda.

"so richie said you have a secret." you say with a teasing smile. stan looks at you, his trademark stoic look melting into one of alarm. "did he?" stan asks, voice barely shaky.

"yes, but he didn't get around to telling me what it is. is it..." you pretend to think. "a third nipple? a secret sibling we had no idea about?" you gasp, "stan, are you a flat-earther?"

he laughs, his smile brilliant enough to light up the dark night. it makes you warm even in the cold air of october. "no." he says simply, making no other attempt to elaborate.

"well what is it, then?" you ask, smiling at him and feeling your fingertips tingle. his skin is pale in the lamplight, the sharp cold air nipping at his face and leaving his cheeks and nose a bit red, his hair rustling in the breeze. your heart hurts; he looks devastatingly beautiful.

“if i tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.” he says, a small grin on his face as his eyes his the dreary skyline, the light breeze catching you off guard and making you shiver. you roll your eyes good-naturedly as you shove him a bit and he stumbles out onto the street. he laughs and your heart does a somersault.

"that's so lame, stan! please, tell me? i promise i won't tell anyone." you insist, grabbing his outstretched hands as he pulls you with him towards the middle of the abandoned, empty street. the night is deadly quiet around you and it makes his sharp laugh even more startling, as if you've just been woken up from a daydream.

"everybody else already knows, y/n/n." stan says, lifting a brow, as if in challenge. his cheeks are slightly pink from the cold air and you huff, a short puff of condensed air pluming out towards him and dissolving moments after.

"how can you lie to your best friend like this, then?" you ask, the joke suddenly slightly offending you, but your smile covering up your stinging heart. stan, though, suddenly looks down at your combined hands with furrowed brows, pulling you slightly towards him. you stumble a bit to catch your balance at your sudden proximity to the boy.

"what?" you ask, turning your palms upwards to see if there was something on them that made him react so oddly. he looks to you, his eyes soft and "your hands are so soft."

you stare at him blankly, lifting a brow. he must think you're dumb. "you're not going to distract me, uris. i'll get it out of you." you say, pulling one hand from his warm grip to point at his chest.

you have to distract yourself from the hurricane of butterflies erupting in your chest because of stan's words, his hands in yours, and the fact that you're alone with him in the middle of the night.

your words make him grin at you, a smile that yet again makes flowers of affection blossom in your chest as he softly grabs the hand you have pointed against his chest. he smirks, confirming your suspicion that he was just trying to distract you.

"whatever, let's go, y/n." he says, tugging you lightly, but your feet stay planted against the damp pavement of the middle of the road as you hold your ground. "no, i'm staying here until you tell me." you grumble, smiling at him innocently as he gapes at you.

"my god. are you five?" he asks in his trademark timbre, a smile giving away his actual amusement. you cross your arms and plop onto the pavement in the middle of the road, the ground slightly cold against your back as you lay down, head falling onto the yellow paint divider. stan looks heavenly even from this angle as he stares down at you, curls swaying as he moves to shake his head at you, biting his lip to hold back what you know would be a small giggle.

"you are five." he mutters. you want to kiss him.

you want to kiss him so bad right now. but instead, knowing it'd destroy your friendship, you cross your arms and stare up at him from the road. "no i'm not, i'm just mad my best friend doesn't trust me enough to tell me his secrets."

of course, you know if it's something he doesn't want you to know, you won't actually push him - you would understand. but he's teasing you; you can tell he'll tell you, but not before a bit of playful prodding. and you really, really want to know.

"the stuff i do for you, y/l/n." he grumbles, and your stomach does flips as he lowers himself to lay on the pavement next to you, staring up at the onyx sky.

it's silent for a few moments as neither of you move or speak, entranced as the night seems to swallow you whole, coating you in a blanket of dark blue and speckles of bright, distant stars as the only person in the universe lies next to you, tapping his fingers in a neat 1, 2, 3 pattern.

"so you're really not going to tell me?" you ask softly, your voice cutting through the silence of the autumn night. you shiver again, and he shifts slightly so that you can feel his body warmth so close to you, yet not touching.

he sighs, "you're not going to like it as much as you think you will."

you frown, looking over at him and propping yourself up on one elbow. "what's that supposed to mean?" he shakes his head but doesn't add anything, prompting you to lay flat again, eyes up towards the stars.

"you know i don't like saying things before trying them first."

your heart thumps and you shrug, still not looking at him. "then try it first, stan. you know i'll wait until you're ready. but i'll be laying here in the middle of the street until you do."

he chuckles softly but you can hear the anxiety in his voice, "i think that's not the best idea, y/n. it involves you."

your heart beat quickens, and you hope this is going where you wish it is. "stan. there's not much that i can think of that you could do to me that i wouldn't want." you say, immediately stumbling to re-explain those words, embarrassed at how they sounded. "-er, you know. l-like, it'll take a lot for me to dislike you. you're not going to stab me, are you?"

he laughs again and you smile. "of course not, you dumbass." he says. you sigh quietly, "i promise i won't get mad."

"are you sure, y/n?" he sounds so nervous, you turn to look at him with a concerned look. "of course, stan. i trust you with my life. that's why i'm laying in the middle of a road with you at three in the morning." you say honestly. his cheeks dust a pink color and it makes you happy.

"wh - okay, but this situation is your fault and we're here because of you, not me, so that doesn't really make sense because you're trusting yourself because this was your idea-" he stars with an eye roll and you shove his shoulder lightly, making him break off his sentence with a slight chuckle.

"okay, fine. just- close your eyes." he says. faithfully, you close your eyes and wait for further instruction, your heart pounding in your chest.

its a few moments of excruciating nothingness, just you in a dark abyss on the cold hard ground, the boy beside you shifting and breathing shakily. you're about to ask if he left you but then suddenly you're feeling cold lips against yours and your heart is bursting, eyes shutting quickly as you press against him.

he's pulling away before you even have time to appreciate the taste of stan's lips on yours and he's staring at you, nervous and wide-eyed when you look up at him.

but then you reach to him and pull him to your lips again, this time kissing him deeply and conveying everything that you can’t say. he kisses back with so much passion that you loose your breath, his hand caressing your side and making you sigh lightly.

his lips are soft against yours and his tongue slides into your mouth, making your stomach pool with butterflies and excitement. but then, he breaks the kiss and leans away a bit, causing you to whine, your hand tightening around his neck.

"please don't pull away yet," you whisper against his lips selfishly. he lets out a small puff from his lips and it goes right against your own, reminding you yet again of your proximity and the weight of his body against yours on the cold, hard pavement.

"we're in the middle of the street." he says, ever the thinker. "and now you know the secret, so you can get up." he adds smugly, making you roll your eyes and pull him back towards your lips.

he falls back against you easily, his lips slotting against yours as if he's been doing it his whole life. his hand slowly moves from where he balances over you to caress your cheek as his tongue swipes against your lips. you open your mouth slightly but he then pulls back again, this time further away and you huff.

you're ripped from your senses as a car engine sputters by at the intersection a few hundred feet away from you and stan jolts back, standing up quickly as he clears his throat.

he pulls you upright after, and the two of you smile at each other, stan mumbling, "told you, that's not safe."

you smile at the ground. "maybe i should start listening to your advice, huh?" you tease him. he chuckles, reaching his hands out so they fall onto your hips and squeeze gently. you look up at him, cheeks feeling extremely warm, and he bites his lip through his smile.

“i really, really like you y/n.” he says honestly, and your stomach flips itself in butterflies. you smile hugs as you lay your hands around his neck, stepping closer, “i like you more.” you say gently.

he shakes his head and kisses you on the nose, making you want to melt with affection. “not possible.” he argues, pulling you against him as he kisses you once more, his mouth warm and inviting, causing you to sigh.

and even in the middle of the road at three in the morning on a freezing cold night, when stan tightens his grip on you, you know you’re where you’re supposed to be.

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fredheads · 4 years

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@fredsythe i am writing u some sappy shit in my work meeting <3

FP wakes up with warm sun beaming on his closed eyelids. He can tell where he is by the warmth heating up his face and hair and the softness of the duvet over him, and it isn’t the trailer park. He’s in the safest place in the world. For a moment he lays still in the sunbeam, listening to the faint murmur of life from downstairs, the birds outside the window.

He sits up - barely - and the sense of comfort vanishes as the soreness of his body makes itself known. His arm throbs when he moves it, his shoulder twinging badly and a sharp pain rocketing down his leg from his hip. The stiffness in his neck is so bad that he can only look forwards. Sucking in air between his teeth, he manages to get to a sitting position, massaging his sore neck and stretching the worst of the stiffness out of his arms and legs.

“Morning.” It’s Fred, pulling a shirt on over his head as he wanders over from the direction of the closet. FP glances down at himself and remembers he’s wearing Fred’s clothes - he’s in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that are recognizably his friend’s. Fred climbs onto the bed with FP and sits very close to him, his eyes bright and worried. FP can tell just by the swelling that he has a mega bruise over one eye, and Fred’s eyes trace it worriedly.

FP reaches for his package of cigarettes on the nightstand, and Fred silently places a dirty mug from the Andrews kitchen into his lap to use as an ashtray. Fred ordinarily hates when FP smokes in his room - mom and pop Andrews get suspicious when the cigarette smell clings to his clothes, and Fred’s not a big fan of how it lingers either. But he doesn’t say anything this morning. There are dark hollows under Fred’s eyes that suggest he slept a lot worse than FP did last night.

“How are you feeling?” Fred tries.

“M’ fine,” FP says casually, summoning a tough-guy bravado to compensate for the tenderness opening in his chest. Fred didn’t have to take him in last night, sneak him upstairs at two in the morning with blood all over him to run him the world’s quietest bath and scrub the blood out of his hair. He didn’t have to give FP clothes to sleep in either, tuck him into bed and probably spend the whole night cleaning the mess they’d made of the bathroom. But he had. Always would. “Motherfuckers are going to be sorry they didn’t stop before I was dead.”

He doesn’t offer anything more. Fred doesn’t need the details of the fight he was in last night, how he’d had far too much to drink before and after, self-medicating with his dad’s whiskey to the point that he felt comfortable wandering up to the Northside to impose on his best friend. He never shows up here unless he’s really drunk, even though Fred begs him to come whenever there’s trouble. Would have moved FP in already if FP would let him.

“How’s your head?” Fred’s in his lap now, his fingers so gently searching the sides of FP’s face.

“Better,” FP can feel his tough-guy act melting, helpless in the path of all that kindness. He compensates by giving Fred a shove off of his lap - gentle, playful, but firm. He grabs Fred’s chin and leans in for a kiss, sneaking his tongue into his mouth.

“You taste like an ashtray.” Fred’s turn to push him off now, laughing, but he has that sappy look in his eyes again, all the dazed love and admiration that FP’s never felt like he deserved. It makes his heart beat a little faster, his palms heating up and his face flushing red.

“I should go.” FP slips off the bed and crosses the room to the window, his bare legs missing the warmth of the blankets immediately. “My clothes?”

Fred stays sitting on the bed where FP had been, his knees drawn up to his chest. He tilts his chin to a gym bag sitting on his desk chair - FP can just see the bloody sleeve of the shirt he came in, safely wadded with the rest of his ruined clothes somewhere Fred’s parents wouldn’t see immediately if they were investigating. FP picks it up gratefully.

“You don’t want to change into pants?” Fred’s got his chin on his knees, looking like a little kid. “It’s cold out.”

“Fine.” FP sticks the cigarette into the corner of his mouth and rummages through Fred’s top drawer, taking out a pair of black jeans that Fred rarely wears. He hops into them and leaves the fly unbuttoned - Fred’s pants barely fit him as it is.

“Take my jacket,” Fred offers.

“Nah.” FP pulls the grey t-shirt he’s wearing down to cover the crotch of his pants, rummaging through the clammy, blood-soaked wad of clothes in the bag to find his own pitifully insufficient fall jacket. “That’s why I bought it in black.”

“You sure?” Fred’s pleading eyes are so wide he could drown in them.

“Can’t let you be cold, can I? See you in a few.”

FP opens the window above Fred’s desk, letting in a blast of cold air, and climbs out onto the roof. It’s morning in the suburbs - cars are already passing up and down the street, a mailman trudging down the snowy sidewalk. Fortunately, FP’s hidden from the street by the slope of the second-floor roof and the chimney, which he follows around the roof of the house until he can scoot down the roof and drop, undetected, into Fred’s backyard. He lands near the covered barbecue, on a pile of paving stones that have been sitting there since the spring. The landing jostles all his injuries and he almost cries out, biting his lip to keep from shouting.

He slinks around to the front yard, walking up the shovelled path that leads to the Andrews front door. There are pink stains here and there in the snow, vibrant in the morning light - blood that had been caked on his boots and dripping from his waist when he’d made this walk in the middle of last night. FP kicks all the pink aside into a snowdrift, meandering slowly up to the porch. When the last traces of his own blood are clear, he lifts his wrist and knocks lightly on the front door, the snowy Christmas wreath swinging slightly against the wood.

Bunny answers the door with a big smile - big enough to make him feel wildly guilty for what’s becoming a routine deception. The hall behind her is well-lit and homey, casting a gold halo around her blonde hair. The smell of pancakes and syrup drifts out to him.

“Morning, FP!” She turns to call up the stairs. “FRED! FP’S HERE! GET MOVING! I’m sorry about him.” She turns back to FP. “Won’t you come in for some pancakes?”

He could - his hungover stomach is practically begging for it - but he shakes his head. He’s cold already - the still-wet blood on his coat is icing over and clinging to his freezing arms. Fred comes hurrying down the stairs immediately, his much warmer jacket on and his backpack slung over one shoulder. FP can feel Bunny eyeing how thin his jacket is, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Love you, mom.” Fred kisses her quickly.

“Fred, don’t you want breakfast?”

“They’ll feed us at school. Christmas party.” Until then, FP had forgotten it was the last day of classes before vacation. Fred kisses her again and herds them both out the door, his hand very carefully guiding the hollow of FP’s back. His touch is gentle, barely-there, conscious of the bruises all over FP’s body.

They walk quietly through the deep snowdrifts and slush towards the school. Every so often Fred looks up at him, his gaze wide and questioning, but FP conscientiously avoids meeting his eye.

“What?” he growls finally, turning around when Fred’s pleading eyes become too much to bear. He picks up a handful of fluffy snow and tosses it at him, purposefully letting his aim go wide so it only sprinkles lightly over Fred’s shoulder. He gives the same shoulder a playful shove.

“You know what,” Fred replies softly, letting FP shove him without reacting. The three unsaid words that those three are unabashedly standing in for make FP blush. He quickens his pace, his hands shoved in his pockets, staring at the ground. Fred catches up to him and links their arms. They walk shoulder to shoulder, keeping the gesture of affection hidden between their huddled bodies as they approach the school.

“You sure you’re okay?” Fred follows him to their seats at the back of the class when they arrive - to FP’s delight, he walks right by Hermione without a second glance, who had been perched on the edge of her desk at the front of the room as to be immediately visible when they walked in. He sits down but swivels immediately in his chair so he can face FP, who sat directly behind him.

“Yeah.” FP doesn’t have a bookbag or even a pen - but he has high hopes that he won’t need either for this last day of school. He waves his hand as though the injuries that had left blood all over Fred’s bathroom were no more than a papercut. “Don’t worry so much.”

Fred gives him a look, but says nothing. He turns when the teacher walks in, but leans back in his chair so that he’s slumped against the front of FP’s desk, the fine little hairs at the back of his neck directly in FP’s eyeline. FP traces shapes on his back with his finger throughout the lesson.

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gingrrfrog · 4 years

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these nights (6)

word count: 4.5k :]

warnings: smut

summary: jaemin giving her the silent treatment wasn’t unheard of, so she wasn’t surprised to hear him moving around in the house without greeting her home. the only issue was jaemin wasn’t home yet and the house was supposed to be empty.

a/n: you guys are so nice leaving me messages that you like my writing, it means a lot to me :] I write these to destress from school so seeing that u guys like them are really nice to see :D

Yejin sighed heavily as the scratchy fabric of her apartment lobby couches began to scratch at her arm. She wondered how long she could stay down here with Jaemin or the neighbors coming to find her. It wouldn’t be long until an older woman came up to her and asked her why she was sitting down, and the odds of her seeing Jaemin and snitching out her location are extremely likely. Old people never mind their business, much less in the middle of Seoul. Jihyun had just dropped her off at home after a tour of their new home and a tour of the nursery she and Jaehyun were building. After the short tour, Yejin agreed to help build a small bookcase for the books they had bought a few days prior and helped organize whatever was left. She didn’t mind the busywork, it helped her take her mind off things—but when she came back to her apartment, she was jolted back to harsh reality.

The reality being one of her boyfriends is in the hospital and the other one is just a plain dick. Yejin groaned loudly in her hands, she had looked at the time and noticed that Jaemin would be asking questions if she didn’t come home soon, regardless if they were still mad at each other or not. She sighed heavily and pulled herself off the couch, dragging her feet towards the elevator and watching as the numbers speedily made its way to ground floor. She snorted to herself, of course the elevator would be fast here, right now, of all times to be speedy quick.

She stepped to the side to let a few people out, smiling at them before stepping inside herself. She leaned against the beam and watched the numbers rise this time, up to the tenth floor where she stood staring up at herself on the mirror on the ceiling. When her floor dinged and the doors opened, she stepped outside with a sigh, continuing to slowly walk towards her front door, punching in the keypad and kicking her shoes off at the door. She heard shuffling within the kitchen and frowned, knowing that Jaemin was home. She started to think of what to say, or rather if she would say anything at all, knowing that Jaemin was also an expert at giving the silent treatment himself. Yejin supposed it all depended on what level of anger he was at.

However, when Yejin approached the kitchen, no one was inside. The light was off, and she felt her skin crawl. She pretended that there was nothing wrong with the scene she just saw before she continued to walk towards her room, desperately trying to avoid the sound of what seemed like a boot against carpet not that far from her. She took a deep breath quietly, her hands trembling as she closed the door behind her, locking it instantly before she heard something fall and shatter outside. Her breathing quickly gathered its pace as she ran towards the closet, closing that door behind her as well as she moved the hidden panel out of the way, punching the key code and grabbing the nearest handgun, quickly loading it despite the magazine falling from her shaky fingers twice.

Hidden behind Jeno’s coats, she clenched her eyes at the sound of the door jiggling from the other side. She heard the door click and footsteps approaching, passing by the closet Yejin poked the gun out from Jeno’s jacket. The door opened suddenly as Yejin shot without question, a curse falling from Jaemin’s mouth before he grabbed the gun and yanked her out.

“Who the fuck—Yejin?! What are you doing? You could’ve blown my fucking brains out!”

She let go of the gun immediately, pushing Jaemin to the side before looking around the house. She noticed that the front door was open, as well the kitchen light was now on to reveal most of their china on the ground, shattered. She stared at the scene intently, noticing the kitchen cabinets were all opened except one, the one where Jaemin kept a safe hidden within their dishes. Had it not been for the timing, they probably would’ve found what they were looking for, that is to assume that they were looking for something in the first place.

“What’s going on, why did you grab a gun—?” Jaemin walked into the kitchen with his eyebrows furrowed together, instantly noticing the broken dishes on the ground.

“Someone was here,” Yejin said quietly. “I thought it was you, so I ignored it. Did you just get here?”

“Yeah. The door was open, did you leave it open?”

Yejin shook her head, “I closed it.”

Jaemin took a deep breath before he carefully stepped over broken glass to the kitchen cabinet. With great care, he pushed aside dishes and pulled the wooden panel off the wall, revealing yet another keypad where he gently pressed another combination of numbers. The keypad beeped, indicating a correct passcode as he took inventory inside. From what Yejin could tell, nothing seemed to be missing nor tampered with as Jaemin sighed in relief and closed said safe before snapping the panel back in place.

Jaemin sat on the kitchen counter, staring at the mess on the ground before looking at Yejin, “are you okay?”

Yejin nodded.

“I’ll clean this up, you can go ahead and go, if you want,” Jaemin said softly.

“I’ll help you,” Yejin said softly, crouching down and taking the bigger pieces of glass into her hands while Jaemin grabbed a wet towel to grab the small bits of glass. She watched as Jaemin threw the towel in the garbage next, dismissing herself as she made her way towards their bathroom once again.

She wanted to take a shower, but she couldn’t help but to feel unsafe. It was natural, of course, that she would feel paranoid after her house got broken in to, but there was no way of getting any comfort considering the tense atmosphere between her and the one supposed to give her comfort. Scrounging up whatever bravery she had left, she pulled her towel and placed it on the sink, quickly undressing and jumping into the shower to take a very short and relatively cold shower. She didn’t even want to dry her hair, too afraid that she would miss something due to the hairdryer being so loud.

In the end, she opted to towel dry her hair gently enough to not damage it, happy with the damp result before she outside to her bed. She pulled her knees to her chest, her chin resting on top of them as she watched Jaemin take stock everything in the room. Nothing was taken, as far as he could tell, which led Jaemin to sit next to her, his hands on his thighs as he tapped a choppy rhythm on them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked gently.

“I’m not too sure what I should be feeling,” she replied, barely above a whisper. Her hand itched to reach for his, but it seemed so far away.

Jaemin nodded, playing with a ring on his finger before looking back up, “did you have fun with Jihyun noona at least?”

Yejin narrowed her eyes, “what are you doing?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m asking you about your day,” Jaemin snipped in return. “Is that illegal? Am I not allowed to ask you how your fucking day went?”

“You know how my fucking day went, Jaemin— “

“Christ in heaven, how long are you going to hold on to this? Are you finished yet, Yejin?”

Yejin rolled her eye this time, getting under the sheets and throwing the comforter over her head before she rolled under a ball. She heard Jaemin curse once more before she felt his weight leave the bed, walking towards the bathroom himself as he slammed it behind him. Yejin flinched at the sound. In her defense, how was she supposed to feel after finding out that 1. Her boyfriend is injured, 2. Her boyfriends lied about a sibling, and 3. Her home had been broken into?

Had it not been for her crying most of the day already, she definitely would’ve done so again but the anger she felt towards Jaemin today was enough to make her seethe and her blood boil, so much so that she had to throw the blankets off of her from how hotheaded she felt. It’s during arguments like these that she begins to wonder if she made a mistake accepting Jaemin’s feelings as well—she began to wonder how compatible they really were. If it weren’t for Jeno, would they click at all? Or, would they just be strangers with little to no connection?

She closed her eyes instantly when she suddenly felt the other side of the bed dip, signaling that Jaemin had finished his shower and his cool-down, laying down much too close considering their current predicament.

“Are you asleep?”

Along with her eyes, her mouth was sealed shut. She heard Jaemin sigh, his fingertips running down her arm before she felt his forehead on her shoulder.

“I don’t know if you’re asleep if it you’re ignoring me. Both are fine, I guess, I understand. Either way, I’m still going to talk to you, so if you’re awake, keep ignoring me,” Jaemin shuffled closer so that his arms were wrapped around her waist. Yejin remained stiff. “If you’re asleep, I guess this is good practice for tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry,” he said simply. “You’re right, I am an asshole, I’m spoiled, I’m selfish and I have no way of relieving any of my emotions in a healthy way. I was never mad at you, I think I was mad at my brother…but now that I think about it, I think I was mad at myself for not being able to protect Jeno better.”

“I didn’t mean to get snippy when you mentioned Jieun noona, either. Any other day, maybe I would’ve slipped some information towards you without Jeno knowing, but I was in such a shitty headspace that I thought you were taking advantage of Jeno being asleep to ask me something personal.”

“You’re also right about lying. I did lie to you; it was all me. I could’ve told you about Jieun noona at any time, but I thought the best way to help Jeno cope with grieving was to never talk about it again, so, when he came back with you I told Jaehyun hyung and Johnny hyung…basically anybody to never tell you, because I didn’t think you’d understand.”

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t, but it was an overprotective measure I put up when I was nineteen. I’m overprotective towards Jeno sometimes. I thought it was my job to take care of him when Jieun noona died, but I forget that you love him and that you want to protect him too. I’ve…just been selfish this entire time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lashing out at you, I’m sorry for lying about Jieun noona, I’m sorry for being possessive, territorial, all the synonyms for an asshole,” Jaemin took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for not bringing Jeno home safe, I’m so sorry, baby.”

Yejin’s body softened as Jaemin continued to pull her close, “I’m sorry.”

Yejin stirred. She turned to face him as Jaemin instantly pressed his face in her chest, sighing a breath of relief.

“I’m sorry too,” She whispered, her fingers threading in his hair.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Yejin. It’s my fault.”

Yejin shook her head, “I should’ve never asked about Jeno’s sister, you kept it from me for a reason— “

“—a stupid reason. A reason I made up when I was nineteen.”

“Either way, Jaemin. You don’t have to be sorry for Jeno being hurt, that was not your fault either. Just like you told me, there was no way you could’ve stopped that.”

“There was no way you could’ve stopped it. There were three million ways I could’ve stopped it, I could’ve looked further into it, I should’ve answered the phone faster, I should’ve— “

“You should’ve told me what you were feeling this whole time,�� Yejin interrupted. “You’ve been dealing with that burden this entire time?”

“It’s not a burden, it’s my responsibility.”

“Does Jeno know that?”

“No.”

“Baby, how would Jeno feel if he found out you felt this way?” Yejin asked, punctuation her question with a gentle slap to his cheeks, pulling his face up as she watched him frown. “Or that, you were doing all these things to make sure he was safe?”

“He’d probably laugh at me,” Jaemin mumbled.

“He wouldn’t laugh, Jaemin. He’d feel guilty. He doesn’t want you constantly worrying about him like that. Not to mention, it’s not healthy to put that much responsibility on yourself either considering you have so many other engagements as well.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart,” Yejin mumbled. “How would you feel if, I, constantly worried about you?”

“You don’t have to worry about me though.”

“Jaemin, I worry about you constantly. We talked about this.” Yejin bemoaned. “I tear my nails off daily thinking about what you’re doing or what trouble you could get into. Just last night, I heard you brother telling you to move. Baby, I had a panic attack.”

Jaemin slouched further the more he saw the point she was putting across, “but, I was fine— “

“But I didn’t know that, Jaemin,” Yejin’s throat began to burn. Just as she thought that she was finish crying, she could feel fear rise in her throat, “I didn’t—I didn’t know if you were okay or if someone was in the house or if you were going to get shot, Jaemin I was terrified that I was going to lose you—“

She took a few steadying deep breaths before Jaemin pressed his forehead against hers, the tip of his nose rubbing against hers before he hugged her tightly. Yejin quickly swiped droplets from her eyes before she snuggled in the crook of his neck.

“You’re scared of losing me? Even if I’m territorial, selfish and spoiled?”

“Of course, I am,” she sniffled. “I love you.”

Jaemin couldn’t help but to smile at her confession, pulling her head back as she watched with a stuffy nose his unprecedented reaction.

“Do you see what I’m getting at now?”

Jaemin nodded, “I do. I’ll try to better, not just for Jeno, but for you too. Because I love you more than you could ever love me.”

“Liar,” Yejin cracked a small smile.

“I don’t think so?” He hummed, pressing kisses to her cheeks.

Yejin relaxed in his hold as she leaned for a kiss, feeling his hands rest at her hips before he rubbed the small of his back, “are we okay now?”

Jaemin nodded, “we’re okay. I’m so—”

“If you say you’re sorry one more time, I’ll kill you,” Yejin smiled. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer before hooking her leg over his hip.

“Fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jaem. A little shaken, a little scared, but I feel okay when I’m with you.”

Jaemin captured her lips for another kiss before pressing kisses down her chin, “I called Jaehyun hyung, about what happened. He said he’d look into it.”

Yejin hummed, tilting her head back while Jaemin nipped at her neck, “yeah?”

Jaemin pulled away quickly, looking down at Yejin who now had a confused look on her face, “are we going to have sex?”

Yejin gave him an incredulous look before bursting out a laugh, “I think so? Do you want to have sex?”

“I always want to have sex.”

“Come here then,” she smiled, beckoning him close before they reattached their lips with fervor. They pulled away for only a moment, long enough for the two of them to remove their shirts before they continued to explore the other’s mouth.

Yejin mewled at Jaemin’s lips pressing sloppy kisses to her neck and down her collarbones, not long before taking a nipple in between his lips and pulling gently with his teeth. She bit her bottom lip, palming Jaemin’s hardening length through his pajama pants.

“When’s the last time we had sex?”

“Saturday?” Jaemin replied, his mouth moving further down her stomach before pulling her pants down her legs. He bit at the expense of her thighs before kissing around her center, ignoring the bit that wanted most attention.

“No, the last time you and I had sex. Just the two of us.”

Jaemin licked a stripe from hole to clit, humming in content when he saw her thigh shake, “a while now, I think?”

Jaemin fully delved into her wet pussy, messily drinking up her essence while his tongue pushed through the tight of her walls. Yejin whimpered, Jaemin holding her thighs down in order to get to every sensitive spot.

“So wet,” Jaemin moaned into her, “so sweet.”

“Yeah? You like it, baby?”

“Fuck, I love it— “Jaemin pulled away, stretching back up to kiss her sloppily before laying on his back. “Sit on my face, Angel?”

Yejin grinned. She took a hold of the headboard and hovered over his face, sighing at the pecks and kisses he would leave before pulling her down on his face completely.

Yejin loved when Jaemin ate her out the most. She wouldn’t tell Jeno this ever, but whenever Jaemin lapped at her pussy she would see stars, clenching around his tongue or fingers as she dripped on his face. Seeing him after was always the best part, his mouth and the tip of his nose shiny, a certificate of his hard work.

Yejin threw her head back when she felt Jaemin shove a few fingers inside her, curling them instantly and grinning against her at her moans. He was relentless as he was gentle, making sure she was shaking on top him before he continued with anything else.

“Jaem—, oh god, fuck— “she cried out, her thighs shaking as Jaemin sucked on her clit a few more times for good measure before Yejin pushed his head away.

With a few more kisses to her thighs, she was thrown on to her back, giving a sultry smile before Jaemin kissed her once again.

“Gonna fuck me, Jaemin?” She asked against his lips, smiling at his moan, “gonna fuck me with your big cock, baby?”

Jaemin pulled away with narrowed eyes, pulling his pajama pants off to reveal his hardened length, the tip a deep red with just the slightest bit of precum dripping from the tip. Yejin subconsciously licked her lips, how she would love to have Jaemin fuck her throat until it was sore. She almost asked, but had it not been for the tough grip on her hips, she knew he had other plans.

He shuddered when he pressed the tip inside, his hand at either side of her face with his eyes closed tightly together. Yejin grinned, tightening around him and listening to his groan.

“Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Hurry up,” she pouted.

Jaemin’s head dropped when he finally thrusted the rest of his length inside, sighing at Yejin’s whimper.

“Fuck, Yejin, I ate you out, I fingered you, and you’re still a tight little cunt around my cock.”

“I live to serve,” she mumbled, laughing breathlessly at the roll of his eyes.

Jaemin pulled out completely, moaning at the soft squelch before shoving himself into the hilt without warning. Soon after, he found a steady rhythm, his hands finding purchase on her breasts and on her stomach, where he watched his bulge hit against his hands.

“So pretty, baby.” Jaemin moaned, his hips snapping up as he quickened his speed, grinning at her disheveled appearance. “You like the way I’m fucking you, Angel? You like that?”

“Fuck, Jaemin, I love it,” she cried, her thighs fastening around his waist. “Harder, Jaem, please— “

“You can’t take, harder, baby. You couldn’t take it if you tried,” he grunted, slapping against her anyway despite his words. He pushed her legs up to her chest, abusing her hole and shuddering at her moans.

“So fucking tight,” he praised. “So pretty, my sweet girl, my little Angel taking my cock so well.”

Yejin whimpered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as blood ran faster through her body. “Your good girl, I’m yours, Jaemin.”

Jaemin changed his angle just slightly, watching with wide eyes as Yejin jolted at the sudden abuse to her g-spot.

“Right there, baby. Fuck, right there, Jaemin!”

“Did I find your spot?” Jaemin grinned, “gonna squirt again baby? I can’t say I wasn’t jealous when you squirted all over Jeno the other day.”

Yejin would be lying if she didn’t feel the need in her lower abdomen. She clawed at his back, bringing their sweaty chests together as Yejin bit at Jaemin’s shoulder.

“Shit, Yejin,” Jaemin groaned. “Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill your little hole full of cum, you want it?”

“I need it,” she begged. She was seconds from her orgasm, her legs tightening around his waist as she felt her stomach jump in excitement. “Cum, Jaemin, cum inside me, baby. Fill me up— “

Just then, after a perfectly angle strike to her g-spot, Yejin just barely cried out, her orgasm bubbling from her toes all the way to the tips of her fingers as she trembled and squirted against Jaemin’s cock, listening to his curses and shameless moans as he fucked into her so hard the bed threatened to break at how hard it creaked.

He pulled back to watch the scene, his cock twitching as he released and cum spilled out, Yejin’s tight pussy clenching around him and causing more sensitivity than he thought. He just barely managed to pull out, hissing at the cold air hitting his cock and watching in amazement at her pussy pulsating and pushing out both her own and Jaemin’s cum.

Jaemin kissed her hip before taking his finger and pushing their cum back inside her, biting his lip at the lewd wet sounds she was making. Jaemin looked back at Yejin, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath. Jaemin smiled, pulling her in for a kiss while his hands kneaded at her ass.

“You fucking animal,” she scolded, still a bit breathless. Jaemin grinned and pushed her sweaty hair off her forehead before pressing a kiss there too.

“Did you like it?”

“Fuck off,” she hummed. She looked at the time and noticed it was still relatively early, only 11:30 as about 45 minutes had passed. She pushed Jaemin off of her before she noticed Jaemin barely had any marks on him save the few she managed in his collar bone.

Yejin continued kissing down his chest, biting in marks down until she got to his own hip, resting against it with his soft cock resting against her stomach.

“Leave it alone,” Jaemin warned.

“I’m not doing anything,” she replied innocently. She pressed a kiss into said hip bone before continuing on to her journey, stopping at his balls and watching him as she licked a long stripe from the bottom of his ball sack to the beginnings of his cock. Jaemin groaned, threading his fingers through her hair.

“I said leave it alone,” he whined, knowing that Yejin very well noticed his cock beginning to twitch to life.

“You said leave your dick alone, you never said anything about these,” she explained. Her mouth enclosed on the sack, sucking feverishly as she watched with pride at the sight of Jaemin’s dick twitching back to life.

“And I’m the animal?”

“It’s still early,” she tried, pushing open mouth kisses down the length of his cock. “You don’t want to?”

Jaemin groaned, pulling her by the hair, not being able to resist her charm any longer, “come here, baby.”

Yejin shook her head, “no. I want you to fuck my throat.”

Jaemin laughed breathlessly, almost in amazement as he watched her eyes burn with determination, “you’re fucking insane. I love you so fucking much—“

Yejin only woke up because her felt a tickle in the back of throat. She cleared her throat in her sleep, groaning before she turns in the blanket that was haphazardly thrown on top of her. She lifted herself up using the little strength she had in her arms before she blinked at the cloudy morning.

“Oh, fuck,” she croaked, rubbing her eyes and noticing that it was 2 o’clock. Hardly morning anymore.

She scratched her head and looked over at Jaemin, who was star-fished across their bed and sleeping soundly with the same blanket barely draped over his abdomen. She smiled, leaning over to his forehead, laughing at him groaning before she walked over to take a shower. Long enough to just cleanse off last night’s activities, she stepped outside after ten minutes, getting dressed swiftly and watching Jaemin sleep soundly.

Yejin climbed on top of him, hovering over him with a smile and admiring the marks she left behind the last night as she pressed soft kisses on to them, feeling Jaemin stir once she reached his tummy.

“No,” Jaemin tutted, the same tone a parent would use whenever their child got into something they shouldn’t.

Yejin laughed, resting her head on his belly button, “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You said that twice yesterday,” Jaemin smiled sleepily, scratching her head with blunt fingernails. “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

“I promise I won’t do anything lewd,” she assured. “I was just admiring. Do you want to go out to eat with me?”

“Mm, what are you thinking?” Jaemin asked, throwing his free arm behind his head while looking down at Yejin with a gentle gaze.

“Lunch, at this point,” she mentioned, nodding towards the clock. “Whose turn is it to stay with Jeno?”

“Mine,” Jaemin yawned, nudging her to the side as he sat up and stretched his limbs. “I’m supposed to be there at four, so we should probably get going.”

“We can always get it to-go.”

“Let’s save that for a backup,” he mentioned, getting up from the bed and noticing eyes staring at him from behind. He looked over and furrowed his eyebrows as Yejin beamed up at him, “What?”

“You’re so pretty,” she smiled, pulling his hand for a kiss. “I love you.”

“Pretty?” Jaemin laughed, “that’s a first.”

“Hot, sexy, gorgeous— “she continued, deepening their kiss before he pulled away with a snort.

“I thought you said we were going out to eat. If you keep doing this, I’ll definitely get hard again.”

“Is that bad?”

“Move, Yejin. I’m hungry and I need to shower.”

“But you didn’t tell me you loved me back yet,” she pouted.

“I love you,” Jaemin huffed. “Done? Can I shower?”

Yejin nodded, another goofy grin before Jaemin slapped a hand over her bum playfully, “you’re such a freak. I’ll be out in a little, decide what we’re eating!”

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Carry On (SPN 15x20 Fix-it Fanfiction)

Word count: 4.3k Warnings: None, maybe spelling editing mistakes (Only fluff and happiness is allowed at this point in time)

Author’s note: So I haven’t written fanfiction in ages, I blame it on my CW degree and not wanting to spend even more time writing but after that absolute f*cktard disaster of a finale, I knew I had to do something about it. I hope you enjoy my version of how I wished the show would have ended (this is no hate to the acotrs who did a spectacular job and being served what they were given but a huge f u the the SPN writers for queerbaiting us for so long and in the end not giving the fans a satisfying ending (Like there were so many plotholes, what happened to the empty, are Jodie and the girls okay? If Bobby said Cas helped Jack fix heaven does that mean Cas is alive but hasn’t come to see Dean (That would be bullshit and we all know it).

Let me know your thoughts on the ending or S15 in general, what were some of your favourite moments (*cough* Cas’ confession and only that, also Jack becoming God *cough*) Peace out, Bitches!

Rae

The‌ ‌days‌ ‌began‌ ‌to‌ ‌blend‌ ‌into‌ ‌one‌ ‌without‌ ‌Chuck‌ ‌there‌ ‌to‌ ‌control‌ ‌them.‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌had‌ ‌saved‌ ‌them,‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌that‌ ‌had‌ ‌vanished.‌ ‌Their‌ ‌family,‌ ‌friends,‌ ‌everything‌ ‌was‌ ‌going‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌way‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌again.‌ ‌And‌ ‌then‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌did‌ ‌the‌ ‌unspeakable‌ ‌and‌ ‌left‌ ‌himself,‌ ‌promising‌ ‌the‌ ‌brothers‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌better‌ ‌world.‌ ‌But‌ ‌all‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌could‌ ‌think‌ ‌about‌ ‌was‌ ‌‌him‌.‌ ‌ ‌‌

Cas.‌ ‌ ‌‌

That‌ ‌goddamn‌ ‌angel.‌ ‌The‌ ‌hunter‌ ‌cursed‌ ‌himself‌ ‌with‌ ‌every‌ ‌waking‌ ‌moment‌ ‌for‌ ‌not‌ ‌begging‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌to‌ ‌bring‌ ‌him‌ ‌back,‌ ‌to‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌try.‌ ‌He‌ ‌knew‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌hard‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌kid‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌past,‌ ‌and‌ ‌had‌ ‌always‌ ‌brushed‌ ‌him‌ ‌aside,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌truly‌ ‌wished‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌asked‌ ‌for‌ ‌even‌ ‌a‌ ‌hope‌ ‌of‌ ‌that‌ ‌miracle.‌ ‌‌

As‌ ‌if‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌were‌ ‌spoken‌ ‌out‌ ‌loud,‌ ‌the‌ ‌shaggy‌ ‌dog‌ ‌that‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌had‌ ‌picked‌ ‌up‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌gas‌ ‌station‌ ‌padded‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌room‌ ‌making‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌smile‌ ‌slightly.‌ ‌At‌ ‌least‌ ‌all‌ ‌things‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌horrible.‌ ‌Patting‌ ‌the‌ ‌empty‌ ‌space‌ ‌beside‌ ‌him‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌bed,‌ ‌the‌ ‌dog‌ ‌trotted‌ ‌over‌ ‌before‌ ‌jumping‌ ‌up‌ ‌into‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌waiting‌ ‌arms,‌ ‌receiving‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌pets‌ ‌and‌ ‌scratches‌ ‌he‌ ‌could‌ ‌ever‌ ‌desire.‌ ‌‌

“Good‌ ‌boy.”‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌looked‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌dog’s‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌before‌ ‌kissing‌ ‌him‌ ‌on‌ ‌top‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌head,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌guess‌ ‌we‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌wish‌ ‌for‌ ‌everything,‌ ‌huh‌ ‌bud?”‌ ‌ ‌‌

Miracle‌ ‌tilted‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌at‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌voice,‌ ‌a‌ ‌gentle‌ ‌‘huff’‌ ‌leaving‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌before‌ ‌he‌ ‌circled‌ ‌around‌ ‌and‌ ‌curled‌ ‌up‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌messy‌ ‌bedsheets.‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌gave‌ ‌him‌ ‌a‌ ‌few‌ ‌final‌ ‌pets,‌ ‌muttering‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌assuring‌ ‌words‌ ‌over‌ ‌again before sitting up.‌

‌‌Glancing‌ ‌over‌ ‌at‌ ‌his‌ ‌bedside‌ ‌table,‌ ‌his‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌caught‌ ‌onto‌ ‌his‌ ‌headphone‌ ‌and‌ ‌cassette‌ ‌player,‌ ‌the‌ ‌tape‌ ‌inside‌ ‌being‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌one‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌playing‌ ‌on‌ ‌repeat‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌few‌ ‌days:‌ ‌the‌ ‌mixtape‌ ‌he‌ ‌made‌ ‌for‌ ‌Cas.‌ ‌

‌‌Instead‌ ‌of‌ ‌grabbing‌ ‌the‌ ‌headphones‌ ‌and‌ ‌spending‌ ‌more‌ ‌time‌ ‌in‌ ‌bed,‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌doing‌ ‌almost‌ ‌every‌ ‌day,‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌got‌ ‌up.‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌no‌ ‌use‌ ‌to‌ ‌making‌ ‌himself‌ ‌feel‌ ‌worse‌ ‌and,‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌hungry.‌ ‌

He‌ ‌moved‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌bedroom‌ ‌door,‌ ‌glancing‌ ‌down‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌bowls‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌bed‌ ‌checking‌ ‌that‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌had‌ ‌enough‌ ‌water‌ ‌and‌ ‌food‌ ‌until‌ ‌he‌ ‌got‌ ‌back.‌ ‌

‌‌‘I’ll‌ ‌bring‌ ‌back‌ ‌some‌ ‌bacon‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌for‌ ‌him.’‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌decided,‌ ‌walking‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌desired‌ ‌destination‌ ‌just‌ ‌to‌ ‌meet‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌already‌ ‌there,‌ ‌working‌ ‌away‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌scrambled‌ ‌eggs‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌frying‌ ‌pan.‌ ‌ ‌

Dean‌ ‌moved‌ ‌toward‌ ‌the‌ ‌coffee‌ ‌machine‌ ‌with‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌few‌ ‌dregs‌ ‌left‌ ‌and‌ ‌poured‌ ‌some‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌cup‌ ‌that‌ ‌he‌ ‌cherished‌ ‌with‌ ‌every‌ ‌day‌ ‌that‌ ‌passed.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌simple‌ ‌white‌ ‌mug‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌‘Good‌ ‌Morning‌ ‌Sunshine’‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌front‌ ‌and‌ ‌a‌ ‌bright‌ ‌yellow‌ ‌sun‌ ‌placed‌ ‌underneath.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌Cas’‌ ‌present‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌for‌ ‌his‌ ‌birthday‌ ‌a‌ ‌few‌ ‌months‌ ‌back.‌ ‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌asked‌ ‌for‌ ‌anything‌ ‌better.‌ ‌‌Sam‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother,‌ ‌muttering‌ ‌a‌ ‌quiet‌ ‌‘Morning’‌ ‌before‌ ‌grabbing‌ ‌a‌ ‌third‌ ‌plate‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌cabinet‌ ‌to‌ ‌divide‌ ‌the‌ ‌eggs‌ ‌onto‌ ‌along‌ ‌with‌ ‌strips‌ ‌of‌ ‌bacon,‌ ‌the‌ ‌normal‌ ‌crispy‌ ‌and‌ ‌greasy‌ ‌kind‌ ‌for‌ ‌Dean,‌ ‌and‌ ‌turkey‌ ‌bacon‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌two.‌ ‌

‌‌Dean‌ ‌savoured‌ ‌the‌ ‌bitter‌ ‌taste‌ ‌of‌ ‌coffee‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌spun‌ ‌around‌ ‌and‌ ‌leaned‌ ‌back‌ ‌against‌ ‌the‌ ‌counter,‌ ‌holding‌ ‌his‌ ‌mug‌ ‌up‌ ‌to‌ ‌greet‌ ‌Eileen,‌ ‌her‌ ‌head‌ ‌buried‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌book‌ ‌about‌ ‌vampires‌ ‌and‌ ‌lore,‌ ‌something‌ ‌she‌ ‌found‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌library‌ ‌the‌ ‌first‌ ‌time‌ ‌she‌ ‌came‌ ‌around.‌ ‌‌

“Morning‌ ‌Dean.”‌ ‌She‌ ‌greeted‌ ‌happily‌ ‌before‌ ‌smiling‌ ‌up‌ ‌at‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌placed‌ ‌a‌ ‌filled‌ ‌plate‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌her,‌ ‌“Thanks,‌ ‌Sammy.”‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌slyly‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌nickname his borther used to hate,‌ ‌bringing‌ ‌the‌ ‌cup‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌lips‌ ‌to‌ ‌drain‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌liquid‌ ‌gold‌ ‌before‌ ‌gliding‌ ‌over‌ ‌to‌ ‌take‌ ‌a‌ ‌seat‌ ‌beside‌ ‌Eileen‌ ‌with‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌sitting‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌opposite‌ ‌bench,‌ ‌food‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌each‌ ‌of‌ ‌them.‌

‌‌“So,‌ ‌any‌ ‌reports‌ ‌on‌ ‌danger‌ ‌around?”‌ ‌Eileen‌ ‌asked‌ ‌over‌ ‌a‌ ‌bite‌ ‌of‌ ‌scrambled‌ ‌eggs.‌

‌‌Sam‌ ‌shook‌ ‌his‌ ‌head,‌ ‌digging‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌food‌ ‌with‌ ‌one‌ ‌hand,‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌subconsciously‌ ‌moving‌ ‌closer‌ ‌to‌ ‌Eileen’s‌ ‌that‌ ‌also‌ ‌rested‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌table,‌ ‌“No,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌been‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌quiet‌ ‌since‌ ‌everything‌ ‌went‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌‘normal’,‌ ‌Claire‌ ‌and‌ ‌Jodie‌ ‌caught‌ ‌a‌ ‌case‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌werewolf‌ ‌a‌ ‌few‌ ‌days‌ ‌back‌ ‌but‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌serious‌ ‌and‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌since.”‌

‌‌“I‌ ‌hate‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌it,‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t like ‌the‌ ‌silence,”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌admitted,‌ ‌shaking‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌in‌ ‌doubt,‌ ‌his‌ ‌brows‌ ‌creased‌ ‌in‌ ‌uncertainty,‌ ‌“It‌ ‌just‌ ‌doesn’t‌ ‌feel‌ ‌right,‌ ‌are‌ ‌‌all‌‌ ‌the‌ ‌monsters‌ ‌laying‌ ‌low?”‌ ‌‌

“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌know,‌ ‌I‌ ‌mean,‌ ‌with‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌being‌ ‌the‌ ‌new...‌ ‌God,‌ ‌I‌ ‌guess‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌waiting‌ ‌to‌ ‌see‌ ‌what‌ ‌happens?‌ ‌But‌ ‌I‌ ‌get‌ ‌it,‌ ‌it‌ ‌doesn’t‌ ‌make‌ ‌sense.”‌ ‌

‌‌“I‌ ‌think‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌go‌ ‌looking‌ ‌at‌ ‌reports‌ ‌and‌ ‌stuff,‌ ‌see‌ ‌if‌ ‌anything‌ ‌pops‌ ‌up. Iif‌ ‌not‌, ‌I‌ ‌might‌ ‌take‌ ‌Baby‌ ‌and‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌out‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌spin,‌ ‌get‌ ‌them‌ ‌out‌ ‌for‌ ‌some‌ ‌fresh‌ ‌air.”‌ ‌‌‘And‌ ‌get‌ ‌me‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌happy‌ ‌couple’,‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌added‌ ‌silently‌ ‌to‌ ‌himself‌ ‌but‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌felt‌ ‌guilty‌ ‌upon‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌it.‌

‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌happy‌ ‌for‌ ‌Sam.‌ ‌Happy‌ ‌that‌ ‌he‌ ‌and‌ ‌Eileen‌ ‌were‌ ‌finally‌ ‌back‌ ‌together.‌ ‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌just‌ ‌envious‌ ‌and‌ ‌hurt‌ ‌that‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌a‌ ‌similar‌ ‌reunion of his own.‌ ‌

‌‌“Maybe‌ ‌we‌ ‌could‌ ‌make‌ ‌a‌ ‌trip‌ ‌over‌ ‌to‌ ‌Charlie‌ ‌and‌ ‌Stevie’s,‌ ‌make‌ ‌sure‌ ‌everything’s‌ ‌good‌ ‌on‌ ‌their‌ ‌end?”‌ ‌‌

“Might‌ ‌not‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌good‌ ‌idea‌ ‌after‌ ‌how‌ ‌we‌ ‌left‌ ‌Charlie‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌time,”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌chided,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌I‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌know‌ ‌what‌ ‌she‌ ‌can‌ ‌do‌ ‌when‌ ‌she’s‌ ‌angry-”‌

‌‌“I‌ ‌doubt‌ ‌she’s‌ ‌angry‌ ‌Dean,‌ ‌and‌ ‌even‌ ‌if‌ ‌she‌ ‌is,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌at‌ ‌you.‌ It’s‌ ‌at‌ ‌Chuck,‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌life‌ ‌he‌ ‌forced‌ ‌us‌ ‌‌all‌‌ ‌to‌ ‌live,”‌ ‌Eileen‌ ‌said.‌ ‌‌The‌ ‌older‌ ‌Winchester‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌and‌ ‌kindly‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌yet‌ ‌he‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌bring‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌warmth‌ ‌to‌ ‌reach‌ ‌his‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌“Maybe‌ ‌another‌ ‌time.”‌ ‌‌

As‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌stared‌ ‌blankly‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌remaining‌ ‌two‌ ‌pieces‌ ‌of‌ ‌bacon‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌him,‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌and‌ ‌Eileen‌ ‌shared‌ ‌a‌ ‌worried‌ ‌glance,‌ ‌speaking‌ ‌silently‌ ‌with‌ ‌one‌ ‌another‌ ‌before‌ ‌she‌ ‌moved‌ ‌to‌ ‌collect‌ ‌her‌ ‌and‌ ‌Sam’s‌ ‌finished‌ ‌plates,‌ ‌“Just‌ ‌place‌ ‌your‌ ‌plate‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌sink‌ ‌when‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌finished‌ ‌Dean,‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌clean‌ ‌up.”‌ ‌

‌“Nah‌ ‌you‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌that,‌ ‌you‌ ‌and‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌should‌ ‌go‌ ‌out,‌ ‌go do‌ ‌whatever‌ ‌kids these days get up to these days.‌ ‌I‌ ‌heard‌ ‌you‌ ‌both‌ ‌talking‌ ‌about‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌park‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌day,‌ ‌why‌ ‌not‌ ‌do‌ ‌that?‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌the‌ ‌right‌ ‌weather‌ ‌for‌ ‌it,‌ ‌so‌ ‌you‌ ‌might‌ ‌as‌ ‌well,‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌get‌ ‌here‌ ‌cleaned‌ ‌up.”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌declared,‌ ‌deciding‌ ‌to‌ ‌save‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌two‌ ‌bacon‌ ‌strips‌ ‌for‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌got‌ ‌up‌ ‌and‌ ‌moved‌ ‌toward‌ ‌the‌ ‌sink.‌

‌‌“Are‌ ‌you‌ ‌sure?”‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌questioned,‌ ‌glancing‌ ‌between‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌and‌ ‌Eileen‌ ‌who‌ ‌was‌ ‌trying‌ ‌to‌ ‌push‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌sink‌ ‌to‌ ‌let‌ ‌her‌ ‌clean‌ ‌up‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌older‌ ‌(and‌ ‌stronger)‌ ‌brother‌ ‌was‌ ‌having‌ ‌none‌ ‌of‌ ‌it,‌ ‌ ‌‌

“Yes,‌ ‌go!‌ ‌I’ll‌ ‌be‌ ‌here‌ ‌looking‌ ‌for‌ ‌cases‌ ‌most‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌day‌ ‌anyway,‌ ‌or‌ ‌as‌ ‌I‌ ‌said,‌ ‌taking‌ ‌Baby‌ ‌and‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌drive‌ ‌so‌ ‌you‌ ‌might‌ ‌as‌ ‌well.”‌ ‌‌

Sam‌ ‌was‌ ‌hesitant‌ ‌at‌ ‌first‌ ‌but‌ ‌one‌ ‌look‌ ‌from‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌made‌ ‌him‌ ‌roll‌ ‌his‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌and‌ ‌agree.‌ ‌“Fine,‌ ‌let‌ ‌me‌ ‌grab‌ ‌my‌ ‌coat.”‌

‌‌Eileen‌ ‌followed‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌to‌ ‌grab‌ ‌her‌ ‌own‌ ‌things‌ ‌before‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌left‌ ‌the‌ ‌bunker,‌ ‌quiet,‌ ‌comfortable‌ ‌laughter‌ ‌emitting‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌doors‌ ‌shut‌ ‌behind‌ ‌them,‌ ‌leaving‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌alone‌ ‌in‌ ‌silence‌ ‌to‌ ‌tidy‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌and‌ ‌return‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌room‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌remaining‌ ‌scraps‌ ‌of‌ ‌food‌ ‌for‌ ‌Miracle.‌

‌‌ __‌ ‌‌

Sam‌ ‌found‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌hunched‌ ‌over‌ ‌the‌ ‌laptop‌ ‌when‌ ‌he‌ ‌got‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌bunker‌ ‌without‌ ‌Eileen.‌ ‌She‌ ‌decided‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌brothers‌ ‌needed‌ ‌to‌ ‌talk,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌was‌ ‌willing‌ ‌to‌ ‌agree.‌ ‌

One‌ ‌of‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌hands‌ ‌was‌ ‌buried‌ ‌in‌ ‌Miracle’s‌ ‌fur,‌ ‌the‌ ‌dog’s‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌flickering‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌moved‌ ‌from‌ ‌consciousness‌ ‌to‌ ‌slowly‌ ‌falling‌ ‌asleep‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌bunker‌ ‌seat. Dean’s ‌other‌ ‌hand‌ ‌was‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌mousepad‌ ‌looking‌ ‌at‌ ‌recent‌ ‌news‌ ‌posts,‌ ‌searching‌ ‌for‌ ‌signs‌ ‌of‌ ‌anything‌ ‌supernatural.‌ ‌‌

“Anything?”‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌asked‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌way‌ ‌of‌ ‌greeting,‌ ‌slumping‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌seat‌ ‌opposite‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌and‌ ‌opening‌ ‌up‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌laptop.‌

‌Dean‌ ‌was‌ ‌silent‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌he‌ ‌hadn’t‌ ‌heard‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌at‌ ‌all.‌

‌‌“Dean,”‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌called‌ ‌again‌ ‌making‌ ‌the‌ ‌older‌ ‌brother‌ ‌look‌ ‌up‌ ‌and‌ ‌shake‌ ‌his‌ ‌head.‌

‌‌“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌know…”‌

‌‌“What‌ ‌is‌ ‌it?”‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌asks,‌ ‌leaning‌ ‌forward‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌spots‌ ‌the‌ ‌confuse‌ ‌look‌ ‌cross‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌face‌ ‌before‌ ‌he‌ ‌gulped‌ ‌nervously,‌

‌‌“I’m‌ ‌not‌ ‌sure.”‌

‌‌“Dean?”‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌pushed‌ ‌his‌ ‌chair‌ ‌back‌ ‌quickly,‌ ‌startling‌ ‌both‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌and‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌jumped‌ ‌up,‌ ‌wide‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌refusing‌ ‌to‌ ‌leave‌ ‌the‌ ‌laptop‌ ‌screen.‌ ‌His‌ ‌face‌ ‌grew‌ ‌pale,‌ ‌he‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌open‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌to‌ ‌speak‌ ‌but‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌came‌ ‌out,‌ ‌until‌ ‌finally,‌

‌‌“I…‌ ‌I‌ ‌have‌ ‌to‌ ‌go.”‌ ‌

‌“Dean?”‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌called‌ ‌after‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌ran‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌room,‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌running‌ ‌in‌ ‌tow‌ ‌behind‌ ‌him.‌ ‌

Sam‌ ‌quickly‌ ‌grabbed‌ ‌the‌ ‌laptop‌ ‌and‌ ‌turned‌ ‌it‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌face‌ ‌him,‌ ‌a‌ ‌similar‌ ‌expression‌ ‌of‌ ‌shock‌ ‌greeting‌ ‌his‌ ‌face,‌ ‌“No‌ ‌way.”‌ ‌‌

Kicking‌ ‌the‌ ‌chair‌ ‌back,‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌ran‌ ‌after‌ ‌his‌ ‌older‌ ‌brother,‌ ‌grabbing‌ ‌his‌ ‌jacket‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌coat‌ ‌rack‌ ‌before‌ ‌following‌ ‌the‌ ‌path‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌garage‌ ‌where‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌already‌ ‌had‌ ‌Baby‌ ‌up‌ ‌and‌ ‌running‌ ‌about‌ ‌the‌ ‌leave‌ ‌without‌ ‌him,‌ ‌

“Dean,‌ ‌wait!”‌

‌‌The‌ ‌car‌ ‌ground‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌halt‌ ‌in‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌brother‌ ‌opened‌ ‌the‌ ‌passenger‌ ‌door,‌ ‌jumping‌ ‌in‌ ‌and‌ ‌slamming‌ ‌it‌ ‌shut‌ ‌behind‌ ‌him,‌ ‌“Alright,‌ ‌let’s‌ ‌go.”‌ ‌‌

The‌ ‌drive‌ ‌was‌ ‌less‌ ‌than‌ ‌an‌ ‌hour‌ ‌long‌ ‌and‌ ‌yet‌ ‌to‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌it‌ ‌felt‌ ‌like‌ ‌days‌ ‌went‌ ‌by‌ ‌before‌ ‌they‌ ‌finally‌ ‌reached‌ ‌the‌ ‌barnyard‌ ‌they‌ ‌were‌ ‌searching‌ ‌for.‌ ‌A‌ ‌farmer‌ ‌had‌ ‌sworn‌ ‌he‌ ‌saw‌ ‌lightning‌ ‌strike‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌but‌ ‌that‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌what‌ ‌stood‌ ‌out‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌hunters.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌detail,‌ ‌something‌ ‌the‌ ‌news‌ ‌brushed‌ ‌off‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌coincidence.‌ ‌

The‌ ‌shadowed‌ ‌image‌ ‌of‌ ‌two‌ ‌identical‌ ‌shapes‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌men‌ ‌knew‌ ‌too‌ ‌well;‌ ‌the‌ ‌large‌ ‌black‌ ‌wings‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌fallen‌ ‌angel‌ ‌spread‌ ‌across‌ ‌the‌ ‌dirt.‌ ‌‌

He‌ ‌had‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌here.‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌barely‌ ‌put‌ ‌Baby‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌halt,‌ ‌the‌ ‌car‌ ‌still‌ ‌in‌ ‌motion‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌jumping‌ ‌out,‌ ‌running‌ ‌toward‌ ‌the‌ ‌barn‌ ‌entrance‌ ‌to‌ ‌confirm‌ ‌what‌ ‌the‌ ‌farmer‌ ‌had‌ ‌seen.‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌nearly‌ ‌fell‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌knees‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌spotted‌ ‌the‌ ‌outlines‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌dark‌ ‌wings‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground.‌ ‌Instead,‌ ‌he‌ ‌stumbled‌ ‌back,‌ ‌only‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌caught‌ ‌by‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌who‌ ‌ran‌ ‌up‌ ‌behind‌ ‌him,‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌in‌ ‌tow,‌ ‌sniffing‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌around‌ ‌them.‌

‌‌“This‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌coincidence,”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌muttered,‌ ‌more‌ ‌to‌ ‌himself‌ ‌than‌ ‌either‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌companions‌ ‌but‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌still‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌in‌ ‌agreement,‌ ‌head‌ ‌moving‌ ‌around‌ ‌in‌ ‌search‌ ‌of‌ ‌anything‌ ‌that‌ ‌would‌ ‌give‌ ‌them‌ ‌a‌ ‌clue,‌ ‌until…‌ ‌‌

Whoosh‌ ‌‌

Spinning‌ ‌around,‌ ‌both‌ ‌boys‌ ‌stood‌ ‌in‌ ‌shock‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌figure‌ ‌before‌ ‌them,‌

‌‌“Hello,”‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌spoke,‌ ‌his‌ ‌signature‌ ‌smile‌ ‌and‌ ‌wave‌ ‌gracing‌ ‌his‌ ‌face‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌boys‌ ‌stared‌ ‌back‌ ‌in‌ ‌wonder,‌ ‌‌

“Jack?”‌ ‌‌

The‌ ‌boy,‌ ‌or‌ ‌God,‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌and‌ ‌grinned‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌two,‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌brightening‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌spotted‌ ‌the‌ ‌dog‌ ‌who‌ ‌now‌ ‌sat‌ ‌beside‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌feet,‌

‌“I‌ ‌see‌ ‌you‌ ‌brought‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌with‌ ‌you,‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌glad‌ ‌he’s‌ ‌given‌ ‌you‌ ‌some‌ ‌peace‌ ‌in‌ ‌life.”‌ ‌‌

“Jack,”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌spoke‌ ‌hesitantly,‌ ‌not‌ ‌knowing‌ ‌how‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌his‌ ‌next‌ ‌words‌ ‌without‌ ‌being‌ ‌offensive,‌ ‌and‌ ‌yet‌ ‌it‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌just‌ ‌fell‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌anyway,‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌the‌ ‌hell‌ ‌are‌ ‌you‌ ‌here,‌ ‌I‌ ‌mean‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌nice‌ ‌to‌ ‌see‌ ‌you‌ ‌but,‌ ‌the‌ ‌wings‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌I‌ ‌just,‌ ‌I‌ ‌thought-”‌ ‌‌

“I‌ ‌know,”‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌nodded,‌ ‌“I’m‌ ‌sorry.”‌

‌‌Dean’s‌ ‌shoulder’s‌ ‌slumped‌ ‌in‌ ‌anguish‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌words,‌ ‌expecting‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌it‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌a‌ ‌mistake,‌ ‌an‌ ‌angel‌ ‌had‌ ‌fallen‌ ‌but‌ ‌it‌ ‌had‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌with‌ ‌what‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌was‌ ‌thinking,‌ ‌until,‌ ‌

‌‌“I’m‌ ‌sorry‌ ‌I‌ ‌had‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌you‌ ‌drive‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌way‌ ‌out‌ ‌here,‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌still‌ ‌trying‌ ‌to‌ ‌figure‌ ‌out‌ ‌my‌ ‌new‌ ‌powers‌ ‌and‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌been‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌difficult‌ ‌trying‌ ‌to‌ ‌get‌ ‌everything‌ ‌just‌ ‌right.‌ ‌I‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌bring‌ ‌him‌ ‌back‌ ‌home,‌ ‌but‌ ‌my‌ ‌calculations‌ ‌were‌ ‌off‌ ‌and-”‌

‌‌“Wait,‌ ‌Jack,”‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌cut‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy‌ ‌off,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌seem‌ ‌to‌ ‌mind‌ ‌this‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌glanced‌ ‌up,‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌shining‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌realised‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌rambling.‌ ‌

Before‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌could‌ ‌respond‌ ‌further,‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌began‌ ‌to‌ ‌walk‌ ‌toward‌ ‌them,‌ ‌ ‌‌“Oh‌ ‌sorry,‌ ‌here,‌ ‌let‌ ‌me‌ ‌show‌ ‌you.”‌ ‌‌As‌ ‌the‌ ‌new‌ ‌God‌ ‌neared‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌brothers,‌ ‌his‌ ‌family,‌ ‌he‌ ‌lifted‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌clicked‌ ‌his‌ ‌fingers.‌ ‌

A‌ ‌gentle‌ ‌hum‌ ‌flooded‌ ‌the‌ ‌area,‌ ‌making‌ ‌chills‌ ‌flow‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌boys‌ ‌and‌ ‌even‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌shook‌ ‌his‌ ‌fur‌ ‌coat‌ ‌lightly.‌ ‌‌

“Jack,‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t-”‌

‌‌“Dean?”‌ ‌‌Dean‌ ‌froze,‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌wide.‌ ‌He‌ ‌knew‌ ‌that‌ ‌voice.‌ ‌He‌ ‌knew‌ ‌that‌ ‌voice‌ ‌all‌ ‌too‌ ‌well.‌ ‌‌

Spinning‌ ‌around,‌ ‌the‌ ‌green-eyed‌ ‌man‌ ‌choked‌ ‌a‌ ‌sob‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌black-haired,‌ ‌blue-eyed‌ ‌figure‌ ‌walked‌ ‌forward,‌ ‌trench‌ ‌coat‌ ‌in‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌a‌ ‌smile,‌ ‌a‌ ‌goddamn‌ ‌smile,‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌angelic‌ ‌face.‌ ‌‌

It‌ ‌was‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌who‌ ‌broke‌ ‌the‌ ‌silence,‌ ‌being‌ ‌the‌ ‌first‌ ‌to‌ ‌utter‌ ‌Cas’s‌ ‌name‌ ‌aloud.‌ ‌The‌ ‌man‌ ‌smiled,‌ ‌turning‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌younger‌ ‌brother,‌ ‌

“Hello‌ ‌Sam.”‌

‌‌Sam‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌hesitate‌ ‌to‌ ‌move‌ ‌forward‌ ‌and‌ ‌greet‌ ‌his‌ ‌best‌ ‌friend,‌ ‌hugging‌ ‌him‌ ‌tightly,‌

‌“How,‌ ‌how‌ ‌are‌ ‌you-?”‌ ‌He‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌ask‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌fell‌ ‌flat‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌lips.‌ ‌ ‌‌

Castiel‌ ‌gestured‌ ‌to‌ ‌Jack,‌ ‌chuckling‌ ‌softly,‌ ‌“Jack‌ ‌made‌ ‌a‌ ‌deal‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌Empty,‌ ‌it‌ ‌would‌ ‌finally‌ ‌know‌ ‌peace‌ ‌and‌ ‌quiet,‌ ‌the‌ ‌one‌ ‌thing‌ ‌it‌ ‌has‌ ‌been‌ ‌searching‌ ‌for‌ ‌and,‌ ‌in‌ ‌return,‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌released,‌ ‌but‌ ‌instead‌ ‌of‌ ‌coming‌ ‌back‌ ‌as‌ ‌an‌ ‌angel,‌ ‌it‌ ‌made‌ ‌me-”‌

‌‌“Human.”‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌finished‌ ‌off,‌ ‌meeting‌ ‌the‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌three‌ ‌fathers,‌ ‌“I’m‌ ‌sorry,‌ ‌I‌ ‌wish‌ ‌it‌ ‌could‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌different‌ ‌but-”‌

‌‌“Jack,”‌

‌Dean‌ ‌cut‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy‌ ‌off‌ ‌quietly‌ ‌before‌ ‌meeting‌ ‌his‌ ‌eyes.‌ ‌The‌ ‌look‌ ‌of‌ ‌shock‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌one‌ ‌of‌ ‌gratitude‌ ‌and‌ ‌relief,‌ ‌tears‌ ‌pricking‌ ‌his‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌as‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌moved‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌few‌ ‌paces‌ ‌toward‌ ‌Jack,‌ ‌pulling‌ ‌him‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌strong‌ ‌familial‌ ‌hug,‌

‌“You‌ ‌did‌ ‌good‌ ‌kid,‌ ‌you‌ ‌did,‌ ‌you‌ ‌performed‌ ‌a‌ ‌miracle.”‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌tightened‌ ‌his‌ ‌grip‌ ‌on‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌moment,‌ ‌uttering‌ ‌a‌ ‌silent‌ ‌thank‌ ‌you‌ ‌for‌ ‌only‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌to‌ ‌hear‌ ‌before‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌away,‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌nodding‌ ‌in‌ ‌acknowledgement‌ ‌of‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌words.‌ ‌‌

It‌ ‌was‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌turn‌ ‌to‌ ‌move‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌finally‌ ‌face‌ ‌Castiel;‌ ‌his‌ ‌best‌ ‌friend,‌ ‌the‌ ‌man‌ ‌he‌ ‌has‌ ‌known‌ ‌for‌ ‌what‌ ‌feels‌ ‌like‌ ‌hundreds‌ ‌of‌ ‌years‌ ‌and‌ ‌has‌ ‌saved‌ ‌him‌ ‌more‌ ‌times‌ ‌than‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌could‌ ‌count.‌ ‌

The‌ ‌man‌ ‌that‌ ‌confessed‌ ‌his‌ ‌feelings‌ ‌before‌ ‌he‌ ‌leaving‌ ‌to‌ ‌save‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌‌again‌‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌man‌ ‌that‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌has‌ ‌been‌ ‌in‌ ‌love‌ ‌with‌ ‌for‌ ‌who‌ ‌knows‌ ‌how‌ ‌many‌ ‌years‌ ‌since‌ ‌they‌ ‌met.‌

‌‌“Cas?”‌

‌‌“Hello,‌ ‌Dean.”‌ ‌‌

Tears‌ ‌flowed‌ ‌freely‌ ‌down‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌face,‌ ‌not‌ ‌caring‌ ‌that‌ ‌his‌ ‌brother‌ ‌or‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌were‌ ‌watching‌ ‌them,‌ ‌not‌ ‌as‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌hauled‌ ‌himself‌ ‌forward‌ ‌and‌ ‌collapsed‌ ‌into‌ ‌Cas’‌ ‌arms‌ ‌toppling‌ ‌them‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌and‌ ‌yet‌ ‌Cas‌ ‌held‌ ‌him‌ ‌tightly.‌ ‌‌

“You‌ ‌were‌ ‌gone,‌ ‌I‌ ‌thought,‌ ‌I-”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌released‌ ‌a‌ ‌shaky‌ ‌sob‌ ‌before‌ ‌burying‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌shoulder‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌angel,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌never‌ ‌got‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌it‌ ‌back.‌ ‌You‌ ‌were‌ ‌gone‌ ‌before‌ ‌I,‌ ‌before‌ ‌I‌ ‌could‌ ‌say-”‌

‌‌“Dean-”‌

‌‌“No,‌ ‌Cas,‌ ‌please,‌ ‌I‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌it,”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌begged,‌ ‌green‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌meeting‌ ‌his‌ ‌blue‌ ‌ones.‌ ‌

‌‌Cas‌ ‌nodded,‌ ‌shifting‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌only‌ ‌needed‌ ‌one‌ ‌hand‌ ‌to‌ ‌hold‌ ‌himself‌ ‌and‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌up,‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌moving‌ ‌to‌ ‌touch‌ ‌his‌ ‌shoulder,‌ ‌like‌ ‌last‌ ‌time‌ ‌instead‌ ‌the‌ ‌grip‌ ‌remained‌ ‌firm‌ ‌and‌ ‌kept‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌grounded‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌finally,‌ ‌‌finally‌,‌ ‌uttered‌ ‌the‌ ‌three‌ ‌words‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌best‌ ‌friend‌ ‌and‌ ‌love‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌life,‌ ‌‌

“I‌ ‌love‌ ‌you,‌ ‌Cas.‌ ‌I‌ ‌have‌ ‌loved‌ ‌you‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌long‌ ‌time‌ ‌but,‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌afraid,‌ ‌afraid‌ ‌to‌ ‌ruin‌ ‌our‌ ‌friendship,‌ ‌our‌ ‌time‌ ‌together,‌ ‌I-”‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌was‌ ‌cut‌ ‌off‌ ‌when‌ ‌strong‌ ‌lips‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌against‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌and‌ ‌fresh‌ ‌tears‌ ‌began‌ ‌to‌ ‌fall‌ ‌down‌ ‌his‌ ‌face‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌cupped‌ ‌Cas’‌ ‌face‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌hands.‌ ‌Both‌ ‌men‌ ‌fell‌ ‌back,‌ ‌crashing‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌to‌ ‌embrace‌ ‌the‌ ‌another‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌dust‌ ‌and‌ ‌dirt,‌ ‌not‌ ‌caring‌ ‌for‌ ‌anything‌ ‌but‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌person‌ ‌holding‌ ‌them.‌ ‌‌

“I‌ ‌love‌ ‌you.‌ ‌I‌ ‌love‌ ‌you.‌ ‌I‌ ‌love‌ ‌you.”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌spoke‌ ‌with‌ ‌bated‌ ‌breathe‌ ‌between‌ ‌each‌ ‌kiss‌ ‌he‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌lover’s‌ ‌mouth.‌ ‌Cas’‌ ‌smile‌ ‌widening‌ ‌in‌ ‌between‌ ‌each‌ ‌one‌ ‌until‌ ‌he‌ ‌encouraged‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌to‌ ‌pull‌ ‌away,‌ ‌ ‌‌

“Not‌ ‌that‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌love‌ ‌what‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌doing‌ ‌right‌ ‌now,‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌would‌ ‌rather‌ ‌if‌ ‌we‌ ‌finished‌ ‌this‌ ‌in‌ ‌private,‌ ‌maybe‌ ‌in‌ ‌bed‌ ‌and‌ ‌without‌ ‌the‌ ‌audience?”‌ ‌He‌ ‌suggested‌ ‌before‌ ‌gesturing‌ ‌to‌ ‌Sam,‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌and‌ ‌Miracle‌ ‌who‌ ‌had‌ ‌retreated‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌car.‌ ‌Sam‌ ‌was‌ ‌facing‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌talking‌ ‌in‌ ‌hushed‌ ‌voices‌ ‌but‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌looks‌ ‌on‌ ‌both‌ ‌their‌ ‌faces,‌ ‌they‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌watching‌ ‌the‌ ‌pair’s‌ ‌reunion‌ ‌both‌ ‌parties‌ ‌smiling‌ ‌endlessly.‌

‌‌Dean‌ ‌should‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌embarrassed,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌wasn’t.‌ ‌Not‌ ‌now,‌ ‌with‌ ‌Cas‌ ‌here,‌ ‌actually‌ ‌here‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌gritty‌ ‌dirt‌ ‌and‌ ‌smiling‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌a‌ ‌final‌ ‌kiss‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌corner‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌before‌ ‌getting‌ ‌up.‌ ‌

Cas‌ ‌dusted‌ ‌off‌ ‌the‌ ‌trenchcoat‌ ‌that‌ ‌had‌ ‌fallen‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌grip‌ ‌and‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground,‌ ‌before‌ ‌outstretching‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌to‌ ‌Dean.‌ ‌‌Dean‌ ‌accepted‌ ‌the‌ ‌offer‌ ‌without‌ ‌any‌ ‌hesitation,‌ ‌and‌ ‌gasped‌ ‌as‌ ‌Cas‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌him‌ ‌up‌ ‌quickly,‌ ‌smashing‌ ‌their‌ ‌lips‌ ‌together‌ ‌not‌ ‌so‌ ‌gracefully,‌ ‌teeth‌ ‌clashing‌ ‌making‌ ‌both‌ ‌men‌ ‌pull‌ ‌back‌ ‌and‌ ‌groan‌ ‌in‌ ‌pain‌ ‌while‌ ‌laughing,‌

‌“For‌ ‌a‌ ‌human,‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌still‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌strong.”‌ ‌‌

“You’d‌ ‌be‌ ‌quite‌ ‌surprised‌ ‌how‌ ‌strong‌ ‌I‌ ‌can‌ ‌be,‌ ‌Dean.‌ ‌Maybe‌ ‌we‌ ‌can‌ ‌test‌ ‌one‌ ‌another‌ ‌out‌ ‌sometime?”‌

‌‌“Oh,‌ ‌is‌ ‌that‌ ‌a‌ ‌challenge‌ ‌I‌ ‌hear?”‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌laughed,‌ ‌ready‌ ‌to‌ ‌jump‌ ‌into‌ ‌proving‌ ‌Cas‌ ‌wrong,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌soft‌ ‌shake‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌loving‌ ‌blue‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌stopped‌ ‌him‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌angel,‌ ‌or‌ ‌no‌ ‌longer‌ ‌angel‌ ‌replied,‌ ‌‌‌

“No,‌ ‌a‌ ‌promise,‌ ‌to‌ ‌never‌ ‌leave‌ ‌you‌ ‌again.”‌ ‌‌

Dean’s‌ ‌nod‌ded ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌bit ‌back‌ ‌another‌ ‌sob‌, ‌fumbling ‌to‌ ‌say his next new words,‌ ‌“I’ll‌ ‌keep‌ ‌you‌ ‌to‌ ‌that.”‌

‌‌__‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌spent‌ ‌most‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌days‌ ‌working‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌garage‌ ‌of‌ ‌their‌ ‌home,‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌hood‌ ‌of‌ ‌Baby‌ ‌or‌ ‌any‌ ‌of‌ ‌their‌ ‌friend’s‌ ‌cars,‌ ‌welcoming‌ ‌the‌ ‌feel‌ ‌of‌ ‌oil‌ ‌and‌ ‌grease‌ ‌that‌ ‌clung‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌skin‌ ‌and‌ ‌T-shirt.‌ ‌

A‌ ‌towel‌ ‌was‌ ‌thrown‌ ‌over‌ ‌his‌ ‌shoulder,‌ ‌beads‌ ‌of‌ ‌sweat‌ ‌dripping‌ ‌down‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌forehead‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌used‌ ‌the back of his‌ ‌arm‌ ‌to‌ ‌wipe‌ ‌it‌ ‌away‌ ‌just‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌shrill‌ ‌voice‌ ‌called‌ ‌out‌ ‌to‌ ‌him.‌

‌‌“Dad,‌ ‌Dad,‌ ‌I‌ ‌finished‌ ‌my‌ ‌project‌ ‌for‌ ‌school,‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌want‌ ‌to‌ ‌see?”‌ ‌ ‌‌

Rebecca‌ ‌Winchester‌ ‌ran‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌garage‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌door‌ ‌that‌ ‌led‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌and‌ ‌laughed‌ ‌seeing‌ ‌her‌ ‌father‌ ‌coated‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌grime‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌car.‌ ‌

Dean‌ ‌smiled,‌ ‌putting‌ ‌his‌ ‌tools‌ ‌and‌ ‌tweaking‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌halt‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌used‌ ‌the‌ ‌towel‌ ‌to‌ ‌wipe‌ ‌away‌ ‌any‌ ‌remaining‌ ‌oil‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌hands,‌ ‌he‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌at‌ ‌her‌ ‌enthusiasm,‌ ‌‌

“I’m‌ ‌assuming‌ ‌your‌ ‌father‌ ‌helped‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌painting,‌ ‌or‌ ‌did‌ ‌you‌ ‌do‌ ‌it‌ ‌all‌ ‌by‌ ‌yourself?”‌ ‌‌

“By‌ ‌myself‌ ‌but‌ ‌he ‌watched‌ ‌and‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌step‌ ‌in,‌ ‌I‌ ‌gave‌ ‌him‌ ‌a‌ ‌kitten‌ ‌picture‌ ‌to‌ ‌paint‌ ‌instead, it’s up on the fridge npw.”‌ ‌The‌ ‌girl‌ ‌shrugged‌ ‌grinning‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌statement‌ ‌made‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌laugh,‌ ‌ ‌

"That's my girl, okay, lead the way."

Dean chuckled as the young girl eagerly grabbed her father's hand, pulling him from his station beside Baby and up the steps into the kitchen where he noticed it was darker than usual.

A nervous tick grew in Dean as he reached for a gun that was not by his side, jumping in shock as the lights flickered back on and the unexpected scene was met before him,

"Surprise!"

His friends and family cried in celebration, crowding around the dining table that was full of food and beverages. Streamers were strung up and hung from the ceiling along with balloons and poppers that Dean was grateful remained on the table unpopped.

"Happy birthday!" Rebecca cheered gleefully as others repeated her words. Dean's smile reached his eyes, head buried into his hands as he laughed and took in the faces of all his friends before he landed on the man in the middle,

"Cas, did you-"

The blue eyed man gave a cheeky grin as he walked over to his lover, arms reaching to circle around his waist, pulling Dean closely until his head touched his chest and muttered incoherent words into the oil stained t-shirt.

Dean gripped Cas tightly around the shoulders before the two pulled away, Cas holding up has right hand to take Dean's own, their two wedding bands glinting in the dim kitchen light.

"Happy birthday Dean," Sam spoke as he handed an opened beer to his brother in celebration. Beside him, Eileen was linked by his side, a hand grazing the side of her waist as both her hands were holding down the bubbling five year old boy who was trying to jump up and be carried by his Uncle De'.

Dean thanked his brother and family, handing Cas the beer for a moment before crouching down to Jonathan Winchester's height, ruffling the boys hair, and lifting him up into the air, spinning him around before placing him back down to the ground. The adults smiled hearing the childs laughter and his pleading words to ‘do it again’ repeated endlessly. Rebecca grabbed Jon's hand and brought him over to the food table instead, and the kid's eyes widening as she asked him what he wanted to eat.

Cas and Dean moved around the room, the two of them glued to one another's side as they talked to everyone who had come to surprise him. Jodie and Donna hugged Dean tightly, both offering words of congratualtions and comfort that made Dean's heart swell. He rolled his eyes, pretending to be offended when Claire made a, not so quiet, comment about his age which had others around them chuckling too, but Dean couldn't keep the frown on his face for too long.

He moved forward and pulled Claire into a hug that she pretended to fight off before giving up and hugging the older man back, lightly punching his shoulder as they moved away, her hand falling back to hold Kaia's who was standing beside her. Both Kaia and Alex shared brief words and birthday wishes with Dean until the man spotted Charlie and excused himself to meet the red headed nerd who pulled him into a tight hug.

Stevie was next as she hugged Dean and thanked Cas for inviting them. Dean glanced to Cas who smiled offering an 'of course, thank you for coming' just as the doorbell to their house rang.

Without thinking, Dean shouts that he'll get it, pecking Cas on the lips and squeezing his side before removing himself from his hold as he makes truth on his words, moving toward the front door. His smile couldn't widen any further as he saw the figure before him,

"Hello Dean, happy birthday!" Jack chirpped happily.

“Hey kid, c’mon in.” Dean responded, opening the door wider and calling to his husband to show him who had arrived at the door.

Although Jack had insisted that he would be excluding himself from the story, to do what Chuck couldn't, Jack knew that his words wouldn't last. Not when it meant not seeing his family.

It started with the first Christmas of the Winchester's and their lovers being back together. By this point they were still using the bunker as their home until they could find their own respective houses closer to their friends.

Jack had been nervous to knock on the door, some part of him thinking that maybe he wasn't welcome here, but one smile from Sam and a hug barely seconds later, had diminished these thoughts quickly as Sam called for Dean to grab an extra plate, more family had arrived.

Jack shared hugs with everyone, the last being Cas who squeezed him tightly, pressing a kiss to his son’s head before saying they could catch up properly after dinner. Dean cut the turkey, and they all handed each other the many trays and bowls of food to fill their plates and stomachs.

They pulled Christmas crackers which Jack had snapped over from Britain, and wore colourful paper hats, laughing as Dean's ripped and someone made the comment of him having too big a head.

From there, Jack decided to spilt his duty between Heaven and Earth, making sure that everything was running smoothly up top while also spending time with his loved ones with every special occasion that came about, where he could, for once, be at peace and be a kid with his family.

As the years grew on, the brothers moved into a routine, making sure there was a spare room in both their houses just for Jack to stay in even though it wasn't necessary, but Jack liked that he had a place to go if he ever needed to think, or just be, for even a few moments.

He and Dean even went fishing together a few times every year, and Dean still gave Jack driving lessons although the use of a car wasn't needed for the young God anymore but he still appreciated the time spent alone with one of his father's.

The one time Dean asked Jack if he wanted to see a baseball game with him, the boy was more than delighted to attend, sitting by Dean's side as they ate hotdogs that were too big for their mouths. And even though Jack couldn't understand the rules of baseball, no matter how many times Dean tried and failed to explain them, Jack couldn't think of anywhere else he wanted to be.

Jack was a God, the creator of the new Heaven and protector of all the souls that entered, but he was also a son to his three fathers, a brother to Rebecca and Jon. He was an Angel, he was the son of Lucifer, but most importantly, he was a Winchester.

And when the time was right, and his family grew old, their lives ending in the most peaceful way possible, Jack remembered Cas' words of wisdom about humans; how even though Sam and Dean, and now Cas, were extraordinary, brave and special as humans, that's what they were, human.

And even though they burn bright like stars in the sky, time would be short and one day they would be gone from the earth. Jack was just lucky that even when they died he would be able to see them again, in heaven, with everyone else they loved and missed.

Peace on Earth and peace above, who would have thought it could ever be like this?

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Who is this Kid?

Crossdressing Fem!Reader Hamilton Insert

Secret

Description:

General Washington has been relentlessly receiving letters one after another that has been requesting two same things over and over again. It’s high time he confronts the writer directly about it, and maybe clear something that he’s been hearing around while he’s at it.

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Warnings: swearing, drinking

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Notes:

> Masterlist

> Read from the beginning.

> “F/N” means fake name and “Y/N” means your real first name

> I don’t think I warned y’all before but I wasn’t really planning on writing chronologically. I’m not sorry lmao

> Surprise Wednesday update! I’ve been reading the rb tags and the replies you guys keep leaving in my story and honestly it makes my heart go 💞 aaa ily guys sm and im glad you’re enjoying the story 🥺🥺🥺

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Taglist (if u wanna be added do tell!)

@thebitchiestnerdtowalktheearth @cutie1365 @girlmadeofivory @i-honestly-dont-know-anymore @takemyhand-bitch @hamiltrashqueer

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“Hey, Juggernaut.”

You adjusted your coat before pulling your tent open. “Yo,” you greeted quietly to the soldier waiting in front of your tent. “General Washington calls for you,” he informed you. You nodded and ducked out of your tent, not wanting to wait another second to know what your superior wanted to talk about. You walked at a brisk pace, never stopping until you were now in front of the tent that was noticeably larger than the rest.

You swallowed thickly, millions of possibilities running in your head to as why you were called. A big part of you hoped that it was with regards to your plans, though there was a smaller bit of you that feared that it might be of something else. Not wanting to keep yourself on edge any further, you pushed the tent open and let yourself in.

"Your excellency, sir. You asked to see me?"

You readily saluted at the presence of not only George Washington but the aide-de-camps and officers that were with him as well. They circled a table, where a map and a few mock pieces were laid out for them to view and move around. While John and Lafayette's eyes twinkled with recognition, the others simply stared at your arrival. "Private F/N L/N?" George assumed. He motioned you to be at ease, which you silently obeyed.

"Yes, sir," you confirmed with a steady voice.

George quickly dismissed the rest of the people out of the tent, the only ones remaining were you, him, and Alexander who was busy writing something at his desk at the corner. “I’ve been reading your letters,” George began, moving to get something from his main desk. You immediately tensed as he pulled out a small stack of envelopes underneath. You kept your lips sealed, waiting for the General’s input on your requests.

“You’ve been asking to have the same thing approved for years now,” he began, “and recently, you’re asking for a rather unique position in your unit, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

From the corner of your eyes you could see Alexander perk up slightly at the conversation. He subtly glanced up from his work, his eyes falling on George as the general picked up an open letter that had been lying on his desk. “Let’s talk about the first one,” George announced. “I’ve noticed there was a slight change with your offer.” You licked the bottom of your lips out of nervousness, fiddling with your hands behind you.

“Unfortunately, even I can’t agree to it.”

“If I may sir, why not?”

George looked up from the letter to you. “Women cannot be paid to study, son,” he explained plainly. You tilted your head the slightest, confusion from his statement evident. “Sir, I do not seek for women to be paid to be taught basic medicinal procedures,” you murmured, and that was enough for George to mirror your expression.

“That doesn’t seem to be the message I’m getting from your letter, L/N.”

You opened your mouth to counter, but when a vague memory hit you like a punch in the gut, you couldn’t help but to smack your forehead in realization. “Shit, I am so sorry,” you apologized, the annoyance woven in your voice directed to yourself more than anything. George furrowed his brows at your sudden drop of formality, noticing how you were cursing under your breath as you returned to position.

“I must’ve sent you my draft letter instead of the actual one. The pay that I mentioned in the letter refers to the pay of the nurses, not the education that I wish to be provided to them.”

Your face turned to more of an embarrassed one. “I... might’ve written this late at night so my thoughts merged while I was writing,” you confessed, looking down at the ground. “I apologize for causing a misunderstanding. Writing... has never really been my best suit.” You could feel the back of your neck heat up with embarrassment, and the blood was slowly creeping its way to your cheeks the more you dwelled on your mistake. George huffed, and you could’ve sworn there was laughter that came along with it.

“We have our own weaknesses, son,” he said. “Rewrite your statement, then I’ll have it sent to the Congress for approval. Hamilton.”

“Yes, sir?”

The called man straightened from his seat almost instantaneously. “If you’re not too busy, you can help Private L/N draft his proposal to the Congress tonight?” he requested. You looked at Alexander almost the same time he looked at you. “I take it you approve of his plans, sir?” he asked George, though it came off more of a statement than a question.

“Yes. If our nurses are given the same pay as our male doctors, or at the very least raise it, then there wouldn’t be any need for our officers to resort to... violent methods of recruiting them.”

Your jaw visibly clenched at the last few words, and George wasn’t dense to not notice it. “If we treat our camp followers properly, as we should’ve been since square one, then they wouldn’t be working out of spite or fear,” you pointed out through gritted teeth, “and by teaching them the required medical procedures to treating our wounded, then there would be more hands on our medical team without really hiring more hands.” Alexander nearly beamed at your words and hurriedly wrote something down on a spare piece of paper.

“That’s an excellent point F/N, I’ll make sure to include that in your proposal,” he announced eagerly.

You stared at Alexander with surprise while George chuckled in amusement. “Now, since we’ve cleared all misunderstandings for your first request, I take it we’re good to move on to the next one?” his voice wasn’t as light as when he brought up your first request. “Ready as I’ll ever be, sir,” you replied. George nodded, pulling a different letter.

“Private L/N, I’m sure you already know the contents of your own letters, so I will say right now that I just can’t approve you to a... what is this term you used?”

“Field medic, sir.”

“Right.”

“Field medic?”

Alexander wasn’t really supposed to be a part of the next conversation, but he couldn’t help but inquire about the strange new term he just heard. “Basically a doctor soldier tasked specifically to treat wounded men while on field and pull them out of there,” George explained, and you nodded. Alexander’s face contorted, and you sighed internally as it was the response you already expected to get from someone hearing your concept for the first time.

“I... I don’t get it,” Alexander murmured. “We can bring our men to the backlines just fine during combat, I don’t see the point of having a person to specialize in that.”

You were just about ready to explain, but then George put up his hand to stop you. “I can hand you Private L/N’s letters of proposal for later, son,” George reasoned. Alexander’s face fell, and the man buried his face back to his work. “With all due respect sir, I feel like I am fully capable of putting this concept into action. My endurance is beyond average to run around the field and carry our wounded, all I need left is some proper first-aid training.”

“And we need your endurance in the frontlines!” George retorted. “Juggernaut, you’re our best foot soldier, I cannot afford to send you to the medics.”

You nearly physically recoiled at the use of your nickname. You wore the title “Juggernaut” with pride ever since, and George knew. Your tendency to almost never use your gunpowder and instead resort to close combat was what earned you the nickname, and your commanders made sure to utilize you best for that. Simply put, your fearlessness to be up close with the redcoats was something praised by your fellow soldiers and feared by the enemy.

“Sir,” your voice dropped low. “Many men die bleeding out in the field when they could’ve lived if only someone had been there to pull them out, but the second they’re crippled they are not our standing soldiers’ priority. Moreover, many more die in the tents simply for having infected wounds that could’ve been survivable had someone treated it long before. These men have hopes of coming home to see the end of this war and what follows as much as any of us, even while they lay in their own pool of blood as the rest of the fight ensues around them. Sir, they have lives they want to go back to, too, just like us.”

When you were done talking, the air within the tent was heavy. Was it out of realization or just the sheer weight of your words, no one was quite sure, but the tension was so thick no blade could cut through it. “I can see you are as adamant in saving lives as you are taking them,” George mused, finally breaking the suffocating silence that wrapped around the three of you. He glanced down at your letter, hesitancy clear as day. Between the two of you, it was the sixth one you sent for your proposed role. For every letter of declination he gave you, you rebutted with a new letter no more than two to three days later countering his reasonings. For someone who isn’t the best at writing, you do write a lot, he thought.

“Let my hands be stained saving the blood of my allies than spilling the blood of my enemies,” you responded, quoting your own letter.

George huffed, setting down the letter. “I will... think this through for the meantime,” he announced. You resisted your mouth that nearly quirked upwards at his words; consideration was a good enough sign for you. “Thank you sir,” you breathed. George eyed you carefully, thinking if there was anything else needed to be said to you. “I suppose that will be all for now,” he decided tentatively. He dismissed you, and just after you thanked him for his time and turned around was then he remembered.

“Hold on, Private. I feel like there’s one more thing needed to be discussed.”

You looked over your shoulder, almost fearfully, as you moved away from the tent’s exit. George leaned back, crossing his arms as he looked at you with a nearly blank stare. “I feel like we should address the secret circulating around you,” he pointed out. Your jaw dropped to the floor, a chill striking you from the feet up. A hand flew over your arm as goosebumps riddled your limbs, and you feared the worst.

“What secret, sir?” you asked, your voice nearly returning to normal with panic.

“Juggernaut, I don’t think we need to beat around the bush over this. Other soldiers have seen it, too, and you need to come clean with it.”

Other soldiers? The thought was everything but comforting. You always thought you had been discreet with your identity, but apparently you weren’t based on the General’s accusations. However, you kept your mind straight enough to keep droning on. Maybe it was just a mistake, maybe it was just a false rumor that was meant to drag you in the dirt. Yeah, maybe that’s it. You desperately wished that was it.

“It must be a mistake, sir. Whatever this secret may be must be just a measly rumor to throw me off,” you tried to reason out.

“Would it be considered a rumor if we have a witness?”

Your stomach dropped. So there are people who saw? That was definitely not right. You were always sure to have your corset on, only taking it off inside the tent, and whenever you bathe you made sure you were either alone or the last one out and never surfacing from the water. George glanced over to Alexander expectantly, and for the first time the secretary seemed to not want to partake in the conversation.

“Hamilton here has your verbatim.”

You could feel your palms turn sweatier as the seconds passed. You steadied your breathing, trying to calm yourself and stay reasonable. Alexander stared at George incredulously, as if he was the one who’d been ratted out by their superior. He looked over to you, and despite your seemingly calm stature there was nervousness in your eyes that spoke otherwise. Not wanting to lie, Alexander nodded almost apologetically to confirm. You felt your shoulders sag. Had you been too lax when you discussed about pretending with other disguised women? Or had you been too loud when you were rambling to yourself in your own tent? You feared what was next to follow, but if there was someone who bore evidence of your secret, then it was better for you to speak the truth.

“I apologize for deceiving you, sir,” you conceded, dropping your head. “I am more than willing to accept the punishment for my actions.”

“Funny, I figured you’d know enough the consequences of having more liquor than the daily rations you’re given.”

“Wh... what...?”

You tried to wrap your head around the new information. Liquor... daily rations... was that what General George Washington accusing you of this whole time? “Or is the excess whiskey your secret to your fearlessness after all?” George mused teasingly, and you shot up straight when it finally registered to you. “No sir, that would be my low sense of self-preservation,” you answered hurriedly, jokingly. Thankfully for you, George chuckled at your banter.

“Well, don’t think of dying too early, young man,” George advised lightheartedly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

The tight feeling that was mentally suffocating you the whole time released your entire being. “Though, if it’s any assurance, my stash of vodka hasn’t really been consumed,” you informed. “If anything, I think the only time I made use of it was when I disinfected someone’s wound.” George sat up straight, a curious look flashing in his eyes.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who’d you heal?”

You paused, wondering if you should really say. “It was Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens.” You glanced up, noticing the inquisitive look both George and Alexander held. “If it’s any compensation for my troubles, I can offer some of my personal beverage. Surely, you’d like a shot,” you then offered, swiftly dodging the questions that might’ve followed your prior statement.

“And how will I know this is not a ploy to try on my good side, son?”

“Was I on your bad side this whole time, sir?”

“With the direction your letters were going, you might be at the tipping point of being so with the Congress.”

You laughed uneasily. “Rest assured sir, my offer is all in good faith.” George uncovered the mug that rested on the edge of his table, and you took that as the sign to approach. You pulled out your flask, which had been refilled from the much larger bottle that you were hiding in your tent (you wondered if someone that visited your tent before saw the bottle which led to the accusations), and poured a hefty amount into the mug, much to George’s pleasure. You waved to Alexander with the flask. “Do you want some too, Hamilton?” you asked him. Alexander stared at your flask, then to George, and then to his papers.

“Come on, son. It’s not everyday we have a little extra liquor,” George insisted, a welcoming smile on his face.

Alexander didn’t hesitate to come over to the table the second he got George’s approval. He brought his own cup, and you readily poured him almost the same amount as George. “Thanks, I needed this,” he sighed gratefully, the strong scent already wafting through his nose. The three of you shared a toast, and you took a nice, long swig from your flask. A satisfied growl emitted from each of you, the burning sensation running down your throat.

“Well sir, I should head out now,” you said quietly.

George nodded, and finally dismissed you. “Call the others back on your way out,” he ordered, and you gave a verbal confirmation before pushing one of the tent flaps open. You peered outside and saw that Lafayette and John were talking nearby. You headed to them, waving a hand to catch their attention.

“F/N! The General didn’t chew you out too much, I hope?” John teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I got out alive,” you joked. “The General requests you guys and the other officials to return, by the way.” John chuckled, patting your shoulder as he passed by. Lafayette ruffled your hair before he and John headed out to look for the other officials that dispersed in the camp. You sighed and walked back to your tent, the clashing sensation of relief and anxiousness washing over you.

Your secret was safe... for now.

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BTSXNCT

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Jungkook POV:

"Thank you, Jungkook! You are free to go." I nodded my head and took off the bulky headphones. Yeri from Red Velvet and I are currently working on a song together. I just got done recording my part. I walked out of the booth and bowed to the technician and producer.

"Don't forget, next Monday is the second recording day. You will be recording the chorus with Yeri, so make sure you get lots of rest."

"Yes of course! Thank you." I bowed one more time and exited the room.

I walked down the hallway and towards the elevator.

"Hold the Lift!" I quickened my walking speed and the guy who had entered the lift held the door.

"Ah thank you!" I excitedly said.

"Ah Jaehyun?" I smiled at the older male.

"Oh hey Jungkook. What brings you to the SM building?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I am collaborating with Yeri!" I gushed. I was so excited to collaborate with another artist. He hummed and pressed the ground floor button.

The elevator made a squeaking noise, but descended downwards anyways.

After about 15 seconds, the elevator stopped. I assumed we were at the ground floor but it still said we were on the 4th floor. I waited until the doors opened, but they never did.

"Um what's going on?" I looked to Jaehyun hoping he had the answer.

"I have no idea. The elevator stopped for some reason." He pressed the 'doors open' button repeatedly but nothing happened. He sighed and pressed the 'help' button. A red light came on but that was it.

"Maybe we should try to open the doors?" I suggested.

"Yeah that might work."

He grabbed the crease of the doors and pulled as hard as he could. His muscles protruding through his tight black t-shirt. The harder he tried, sweat droplets could be seen dripping down his neck. I stared in awe of how fucking sexy he looked. He yelled and licked the door frustratedly.

"Ya know you could at least help. I've seen you lift up your shirt on stage and your biceps. I know you have muscle." I giggled out of embarrassment.

"Okay." I shyly said and grabbed the crease as well. We both pulled and pulled but the doors didn't budge.

"Okay it's not working." We both sighed and huffed onto the ground.

"It's so hot in here." He said and started to pull his shirt over his head.

"Hey hey hey." I panicked.

"Oh chill. We're both guys. It's fine." I gulped as his abs were exposed to me.

His abs glistened in the light.

I gulped nervously and looked away. His muscular body and angelic face was all just too much. Unconsciously my mode began to drift to impute thoughts.

I glanced at him, he was lazily sat up against the wall with his head back and eyes shut. He was slightly panting, maybe from working so hard in getting the door open or maybe because it was just way too hot in this elevator. Either way, my mind instantly went to something dirtier. I uncomfortably shifted. My pants began to get slightly tighter, which was a probably because they were already skin tight.

"What's wrong with you?" Jaehyun asked, noticing my discomfort.

"U-Uh nothing." My voice cracked slightly. My cheeks grew red and Jaehyun had an amused expression.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" He said with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Pfft of course not, dude." I tried to be nonchalant. He laughed and ran his fingers through his gorgeous hair.

With a smile on his face, he moved and sat right next to me. My breathing picked up slightly but I tried to show no change.

He squinted his eyes in a teasing way and placed his hand on my upper thigh. I jumped and scooted away instinctively.

"What are you doing?" I practically screamed, my voice going up and octave or two.

"Just trying to past the time." He smirked and crawled to me on his hands and knees. I gulped and looked away, hoping this wasn't actually happening.

"You know you are very sexy, Jungkook." I squinted my eyes shut as he traced patterns on my thigh.

"T-thank you." My heart was beating rapidly, I thought I was having a heart attack.

He slowly moved his finger up my thigh and onto my torso. He traced the outline of my abs and then went and cupped my jaw.

"Can I kiss you, Jungkook?" He said in such a sweet voice. I eagerly nodded and brought my hands to behind his neck.

Our lips met with nothing but Lust in between them. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, I didn't even try to fight for dominance. I just let him have his way.

Our tongues clashed against each other, teeth hitting as well. Neither one of us cares though.

Slobber and spit drooled down our chins and connected us when we separated for air.

He grabbed my shirt forcefully and literally ripped it in half. He pulled away from my lips and trailed down to my stomach. After leaving multiple love bites all over my stomach, he unzipped my pants. I lifted my hips and he took them and my underwear off in one go.

He bit down on my inner thigh. I gasped and threw my head back. His hand gripped my face and he stuck two fingers by my mouth.

"Suck."

I immediately put his fingers in my mouth and sucked them like my life depended on it. I swirled my tongues in all directions trying to get them as wet as possible for Jaehyun.

He continued to lick, kiss, and bite at my thighs, no doubt leaving dozens of hickeys for me to cover up later. He pulled them out, a string of saliva following after.

"Lay down." He said in his deep, sexy voice. I obliged without hesitation. Situating myself in a comfortable lying position.

He spread my legs wide and brought his saliva coated fingers towards my entrance. He circled the rim and then slowly pushed his index finger in. I grunted, being unfamiliar with the feeling. He caressed my thigh sweetly and Thrusted his finger in and out. After a few thrusts, the discomfort turned to a pleasing feeling. I started getting more into it, I circled my hips around his slender finger and fucked myself back against it.

"You like it?" He asked cockily.

I hummed and continued trying to get more out of his finger.

He abruptly entered his middle finger. I gasped, but didn't stop my motions. This fingers continued to thrust into me and I pushed my ass against them. I moaned after every thrust, it felt so good.

As he kept thrusting his slim fingers inside me, he grabbed my hardened length and stroked it in time with his thrusts. I arched my back and let out a loud moan.

"Fuck Jaehyun, feels so good."

I continued to moan and clench around his fingers.

"I-I'm close! I'm close! Yes! Please don't stop!" Right before I could release, he removed his fingers and stopped his strokes in my cock.

"Not yet." He whispered.

I whined and tried to touch my member my self but he wouldn't let me.

"You're gonna come around my cock like the good little slut you are." He growled. I moaned and nodded my head.

"Come on. Ride me." He sat against the wall, dick standing proudly. I gulped at his length. I've never bottomed before so this would definitely be new.

I crawled to him, biting my lip and trying to look at him seductively.

"I can't wait to come around your nice cock, Jaehyun." I whined out and straddled him.

He gripped my hips and positioned me over his member.

I slowly sunk down on his length, letting it in inch by inch. He was definitely bigger than he looked. My insides felt like they were splitting in two. Tears pooled in my eyes at the stretch. He wiped my tears and soothed my back.

"The pain will go away soon, baby, I promise."

He bottomed out and I sat there still for a few second, trying to get used to his size.

I sighed and started to move my hips in a circular motion. He sighed and guided my hips.

I slightly lifted myself up and plopped back down again, surprised with the new found pleasure his cock was giving me. I continued to bounce in his dick and swirl my hips in figure eights.

"Fuck, Jungkook. You're doing so good. Such a good little slut." I moaned at his words and went faster. His hands ventured up my torso and around my back.

He connected his hands behind my back.

He thrusted his hips up into me. I moaned louder than ever.

"Fuck, found it." He continued to hit my prostate with every thrust. His hips were moving at an impossible speed.

"Jaehyun!" I whimpered, "I'm gonna come."

"Me too baby." Within a few thrusts, I was coming on his stomach and he was coming inside my hole.

We both rode out our highs and slowed down to a stop.

I got up off of him and started putting my clothes on, while he did the same. I put my jeans on and picked up the remains of my now torn up shirt.

"Oh my bad." He laughed. I chuckled with him and then sighed. I really liked this shirt.

Just the. The elevator started up again and continued its descend. My eyes widened and I looked at him, now fully dressed.

"I can't walk out of the building shirtless!" I panicked. It would be all over the tabloids. He chuckled and threw me his shirt.

"But then you won't have a shirt?" I said more like a question.

"I have an extra one in the practice one." I nodded and hurriedly threw the shirt on. The doors dinged open and I stepped out. Jaehyun stayed in the elevator.

"Can't wait to see you again, Jungkook." He smirked as the elevator doors shut.

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Prophecy - Chapter Nine

hello!! updating this quicker than I expected but i’m excited for this again so here we go,,, i’m gonna try scheduling this one too so that’s fun. hope u enjoy xx

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Needless to say, passing your alchemy exam proved a far more difficult task than you had initially anticipated.

No wonder why Yeosang had failed it five times.

You're sat in Yeosang's garden, perched on one of the benches placed against the wall of the house. The winding path through the woods is around a hundred metres ahead of you, and you often find yourself staring amoungst the tree trunks, wondering what could be lurking there.

You knew nothing could attack you on Yeosang's land; he had cast a protective charm over the entire area, so even if he wasn't here, you remained safe.

Although, grumbling at the exam paper in your lap, you half wished a griffin would come barrelling through the forest and tear you into shreds with it's deadly claws.

You're convinced it would be less painful than the questions on this exam.

What is the purpose of bloodmoss? you read Yeosang's scruffy print, having been forced to get accustomed with his unintelligable handwriting.

"Oh, this is easy," you murmur to yourself, picking up your quill and scribbling your answer down quickly.

'Bloodmoss is used to create Vitriol.' you scrawl. 'Vitriol is used to dissolve certain substances.' You nod to yourself, proud that you seem to be doing fairly well, despite how challenging Yeosang made your test. You're convinced he did it on purpose.

With a sigh, you turn the page and gratefully, you lay your eyes on the final question. That is, until you read it.

It doesn't even seem to be a question, nor is it written in Yeosang's usual hand. In fact, it appears to be from a book, the ink faded at the edge of the pages from people thumbing through the whole volume.

But why was there a single page mixed in with your alchemy exam?

'Beserkers' is written at the top of the page in a large, bold print.

'Originating from the North, Beserkers are believed to have roots in powerful bear cults. Members of these cults are typically warriors, of whom are thought to manifest the strength of the bears themselves and enter a fit of frenzy. These frenzies are wild in nature, often leaving the individual considerabley weaker once the effect has worn off. It is debated whether or not these Beserkers metamorphose into bea-'

"Have you finished your exam yet, Iris?" Yeosang voice plummets you back down to earth, causing you to jump in your seat and almost send your papers flying out of your grip.

"Yeah!" you gasp, holding them out to him and he takes them with a smile.

As he goes back inside to mark your test, you decide not to ask him about the loose page hiding in your exam. It clearly wasn't supposed to be there, so you come to the conclusion that Yeosang doesn't want you knowing about it. Truth be told, whatever those things were, they seemed dangerous anyway.

Yeosang finds you at the end of the garden a short while later, plucking daisies from the grass and knotting their stems together. He stands behind you, observing your creation of what he assumes will be a crown. You haven't noticed him yet, and he takes the moment to think.

He couldn't explain why he took you under his wing and trusted you immediately. There was just something about the way your two lonely souls happened to find one another that tugged at Yeosang's heart strings. He always was a sucker for sappy things like that.

He was glad to have a human friend, for a change. Somebody that he could talk to, and they would offer him actual conversation back. He enjoyed his role as your teacher too; they had told him being an advisor of the arts was a position he was destined for, they just hadn't factored in the fact he despised them and everything they stood for. Besides, he knew your knowledge of magic was minimal, if not almost non-existent. Meaning there were little to no dangers here, and he refused to have a repeat of last time.

"Hey, you." Yeosang calls out, cautious not to make you jump again. "Want your exam results?"

You spin around on the grass instantaneously, probably staining the seat of your (Yeosang's) borrowed breeches in the process. You leap up, jumping towards him.

"I did awfully, didn't I?" you chew on your bottom lip nervously, playing with the ends of the sleeves on your (Yeosang's) shirt.

"Congrats, my tiny student," he smiles. "On being the only person I know to have passed their alchemy exam on their very first try."

He hands you the papers and you gawk at the mark score that reads fifty out of fifty points at the top. You stand there, frozen, staring at the numbers.

"Well?" Yeosang asks. "Aren't you going to thank me for being the best alchemy teacher ever?"

You look up at him to see the fond expression he seems to have gotten comfortable wearing.

Deciding to play along, and maybe embarrass him a little, you sweep down into a full bow.

"Thank you!" you cry. "O' great master of alchemy! How ever would I have gained such knowledge without your guidance? May the gods bless your so-"

"Okay, okay! That's overkill." Yeosang laughs at your exaggerated performance, then he notices your daisy crown, abandoned on the ground where you were sitting.

He paces over to it and leans down to pick it up, and you watch him silently.

He crumples the flowers up into his palm, and closes his eyes.

A couple of seconds pass, and Yeosang's eyes flutter open, his irises burning a dandelion yellow. He turns to you, then opens his palms, leaving you in awe.

The daises you had picked, were tiny and snowy white, wrinkled and bearing few petals. But the daises Yeosang was presenting were gorgeous; each flower had grown to the size of roses, blooming proudly in the mage's hands.

Yeosang places the daisy crown on your head, and steps back to admire his work.

"Well done," he smiles softly. "I'm proud of you."

You can only give him back a wide grin, loving the sunshine yellow glow Yeosang's flowers leave against your hair.

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"So, where does this astrolomer guy live?" you ask Yeosang a few days later during lunch.

"Astrologer." he corrects you, handing you a sandwich and a bowl of sliced apples.

"Yeah, that one."

Now that you had officially earned a beginner's alchemy qualification, Yeosang was content on making progress with the messy situation you had gotten him into.

"He lives just outside of Yirelia," he answers. "It'll take us a day or two to get there, so we'll have to rest at a village inn or something."

You nod and chew your food slowly, nerves already beginning to set in. You'd never travelled anywhere before, and you knew that with Yeosang by your side, you would be safe; he'd never let anything happen to you. But still, you couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

"So, how come this astrolomer owes you a favour?" you ask, ignoring Yeosang rolling his eyes at you getting the stranger's profession wrong once again.

"Astrologer," he corrects you one more time, and you don't know why he bothers. "And I saved his life once. Us outcasts stick together."

"Outcast? Is he a mage too?"

"Not quite." Yeosang doesn't elaborate, so you take it as an unspoken hint to stop asking questions, and eat.

The blonde mage bustles about the house for the rest of the day, gathering ingredients and bundling them into pouches, collecting bottles of brewed potions and lining them inside his satchel and packing clothes and food into a smaller, leather bag for you to carry.

"Do we really need all this?" you question him, surveying the small vial of yet another restoration potion he was clutching in his palm.

"Probably not," he tells you honestly. "But you never know when one of these little beauties could come in handy!"

You just nod, deciding to go along with his plan. You do that a lot with Yeosang, you noticed; just taking his words and concluding that he knows best in every situation. Perhaps for your own character it would be better to question him at times, but deep down you knew that without Yeosang's guidance you'd probably be buried six feet under in the Ateez graveyard.

No, they wouldn't have even buried you, they probably would have just thrown your body into the sea. Yeosang's ideas were (probably) better than that, so you opt to keep your mouth shut and assist him with the packing.

The next morning, you set off, you clad in a seaweed green shirt and tight, black breeches. Yeosang had once again altered some of his old clothing for you to wear. If his mage work fell through, you think he'd make a spectacular tailor.

Yeosang looks great (as usual), dressed in his typical white shirt and brown trousers, paired with a sweeping, wine red coat which has sleeves hiding most of his hands.

"That coat makes you look like a pirate." you muse aloud to him. You see a hint of offense strike his face, but he recovers quickly, grabbing his satchel and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Maybe I want to look like a pirate." he sniffs and turns away from you, marching off and starting your journey.

You hurry to catch up with him, having to increase your pace to keep in time with his brisk pacing.

"So... we're just walking?" you question.

"Yes." Yeosang replies shortly.

"Right."

You wrinkle your nose; you'd hoped that he'd be a little more talkative but it seemed that when the mage had a goal, he was very determined to get it done. Or perhaps he had finally concluded he was in fact pissed off with you for getting him into a situation that required him to walk for two days straight?

"Do you wanna play a game?" you suddenly blurt.

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"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with... T!"

"Tree?" you guess Yeosang's attempt at playing your game immediately.

"How are you so good at this?" Yeosang pouts; you've deciphered his hint on every single one of his turns so far, and you can't even tell how long it's been since you started. Time is an illusion when you're walking.

"Because there's nothing around us except for trees!" you yell. "What else could 'T' possibly be?!"

Yeosang falls silent at your outburst and carries on walking.

A while passes with the two of you in silence, and the guilt begins to creep in. You shouldn't have gotten mad at Yeosang, but he'd spied trees at least six times already and it really was getting frustrating.

After deliberating for a few moments, to plan your apology to Yeosang. The game was your suggestion, after all, and it wasn't fair for you to snap at him.

"I'm sor-"

"There's a small town nearby," Yeosang cuts you off. "We can rest there for a bit and get something to eat."

The moment for you to apologise passes, and you can tell by how Yeosang refuses to meet your eye that you've upset him. You mutter a quiet agreement and you both carry on your way.

You silently pray that the town wasn't too far away, the tense atmosphere becoming too much for you to handle and the guilt weighs heavy on your shoulders. Yeosang was good to you. more than good, in fact. He had literally saved your life, fixed you up and tapped into your hidden potential to be more than just some common thief, of course, he wasn't aware of your past, or indeed anything about your life from before you washed up just outside his back garden. But he still hadn't asked for any information regarding your former identity. Maybe it simply wasn't important to him? After all, the past was the past and what was most important was the present. Yeosang didn't seem the type to dwell on the 'before', instead focusing on the 'now'. In a way, you were grateful for it; you didn't want to think about his reaction if he discovered you were in fact a minor criminal.

Luckily, Yeosang brings you to the doors of what you assume to be a tavern, the hanging sign outside the door reading 'The Golden Treasure' in bold, professional lettering. However, the small crowd of drunks hanging around the entrance suggested this was a far from professional establishment.

You look up at Yeosang questioningly, and he responds with a shrug of his shoulders and a quick signal for you to stick close to him.

As usual, you cling to the mage's side like a lost child, gripping the side of his red coat so tightly you're concerned your knuckles will rip through your skin.

The two of you keep your sights fixed on the doors, avoiding all possible eye-contact with the drunks whose intoxicated yelling was quickly escalating into a fist fight.

Yeosang rapidly whisks you up the steps and towards the door of the tavern to get you as far away from the men as quickly as he can.

"Jongho!" one of the men slurs. "Leave it man! It's not worth wasting your time on!" you witness a stocky, well-built young man with an oddly round, grizzly brown haircut be hauled back by another man much smaller than himself. It's a wonder how he can even tug the obviously stronger man away from his rival, but something tells you this isn't the first time he's had to do it.

Already through the threshold of the inn, you aren't able to watch the angry young man's response, but a shrill yelp of pain and the sound of a body colliding harshly with the ground tells you all you need to know.

Yeosang steers you by the shoulders up to the barkeeper to inquire about rooms, and you take the chance to study the inn.

You'd never been inside a tavern before, the swarms of drunk folk loitering outside the building at night a clear reason for you to stay clear, but on the interior, you found it to be strangely comfortable.

It was a large, dim room with minimal light coming from the roaring fire situated opposite the door. Sturdy tables and less sturdy benches fill up the center of the room, empty goblets and playing cards strewn across the tabletops in an untidy fashion; perhaps the ruckus outside was the result of a card game gone awry.

On the far right was a staircase leading up, to where you presumed the rooms for travellers and the like were.

The whole room was highlighted by the familiar warm glow from the hearth, and your worries started to settle again, laying themselves to sleep like the exhausted people meters above your head. You feel the comfortable heat from the warm seep through your body, beginning at your fingertips and sliding underneath your skin. Even surrounded by dangerous strangers, you've oddly never felt more at home. There was something about being around Yeosang that just made you feel like you belonged. Like you and him were two pieces of a puzzle you'd spent years trying to figure out how to piece together. But now that you'd finally managed to get them to fit, you realised there was something missing. There were other pieces to the puzzle, but they were scattered around the box, and they were all painted pitch black; you had no idea which piece was which, or which piece you needed next.

Still, you were content being at Yeosang's side. You were learning quickly, but he had noticed your appetite for knowledge growing rapidly, and truthfully, he feared it. He could sense an untapped potential in you, he'd seen similar before and it had never ended well.

He was adamant that he wouldn't let the same happen to you, even if it killed him.

"Come on Iris," Yeosang snaps you out of your thoughts, motioning to the stairs. "up you go."

Fatigue suddenly setting in, you gladly shuffle yourself up the stairs and collapse onto the bed face first.

"Move over, you lump." Yeosang whines, pushing you to the end of the bed, to which you respond with a pained groan.

"You're so cruel!" you cry, sitting up and frowning at him. "You could've hurt me doing that!"

"If I wanted to hurt you," he raises an eyebrow at you. "you'd know about it."

You ignore his threat and turn your head around the room, surveying the simple, wooden decor; a tattered book shelf, a plain desk and accompanying chair, a few, worn and rusty storage chests and the bed Yeosang was currently lounging on

."Yeosang," you pipe up, only just realising. "There's only one bed."

He pulls himself up, peering up at you through sleepy eyes

."I don't care." he murmurs, flinging himself back down with a thump.

"Well, I do!" He brings himself back up slowly, like a vampire rising from his coffin after being awaken from a century long sleep. His eyes are half-closed and you think he might actually be asleep already.

"Then sleep on the floor."

"Why do you get the bed? That's not fair!"

"I'm older, I have more joint pain than you." he deadpans. "Also, I saved your life."

"You can't keep using that against me..." you grumble, but collect a few blankets from the bed and snatch them up, creating a make-shift bed on the floor. The wooden floor isn't exactly the height of comfort, but with a roof over your head and a crackling fire just downstairs, you can't really complain.

Cuccooning yourself in the blankets, you try and fall asleep. But you find yourself staring at the ceiling, thinking of everything and nothing to the soundtrack of Yeosang's snoring. Your mind wanders to the stranger who owes Yeosang a favour, you wonder what his name is, what they look like. Yeosang had called them an 'outcast', like him, but also said he wasn't exactly a mage either. So you didn't know what to expect. Life kept throwing these things at you, probably to keep you on your toes. It was overwhelming, if you were being honest; having spent all of your life up until this point mainly fending for yourself and never venturing outside of the city you grew up in, to suddenly travelling across the country with a random, magic man who's beach you almost died on.

Your eyes grow heavier as you lose yourself in your thoughts, and you're almost grasped by the clutches of sleep, until an abrupt growling from outside whips your eyes open, and you bolt upright.

"Did you hear that?" you whisper to Yeosang.

"It's just a bear." He mumbles in response, making you jump slightly because you thought he was still asleep

."A bear?" you hiss."I know," he says sarcastically. "Un-bear-lieveable."

You retrieve one of your pillows and launch it at his figure, smirking triumphantly when he grunts in surprise.

"That was a terrible joke." you complain and bury yourself back into your improvised bed.

"Whatever," Yeosang yawns. "just go to sleep, we'll be meeting the astrologer tomorrow so you need to rest."

Finally deciding to listen to the mage, you squeeze your eyes shut tightly in hopes you'll fall asleep quickly. Luckily, you do just that, sleeping peacefully and dreaming about the bear in the forest outside. He's wounded, bleeding heavily from a nasty gash on his neck and panting in pain. You reach out to help him, but of course it's just a dream; he'll be okay. You hope.

Chapter Ten

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burlesque!sos - chapters 5 & 6

description: you break some hearts, celebrate your birthday, and cycle through the five stage of grief in a short period of time; a little bit of angst & forgiveness sprinkled in.

word count: 4.6k (roughly)

warnings: lil bit of angst, one verbal altercation

w/n: she’s back! we have one last chapter of this before the end, and my first ever au will be complete! thank u all for joining me on this little journey, i can’t wait for y’all to read the ending 💕

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due to how many words are in these parts, i’ll be putting the entire thing under the read more!

find all of the previous chapters here!

Chapter 5

Another two weeks went by before you were allowed to perform again, your injury healing beautifully and Kay checking in periodically to make sure you were doing your stretches. Your first day back at rehearsal was met with a celebration, Luke and Georgia getting together to surprise you with a welcome back party. Everybody had chipped in for a cake, seemingly the entire crew there as they celebrated your return. Much to your surprise Calum also showed up, sneaking in behind you and surprising you for your first day back.

For your first performance back Cal sat at the bar, watching and cheering you on while you performed; the butterflies came back every time you caught his eyes from the stage, his smile never leaving while you were up there.

After another great routine you went backstage, taking your time while another group went on stage for a number you weren’t in. Bright colors covering your vanity caught your attention, your head turning as you beamed. A beautiful vase of flowers sat at your vanity, vivid colors almost blinding you as your fingers plucked the note from the tall stand.

Happy to see you back, Wildflower. The note tugged at your heart, the familiar nickname warming your chest. Come find me after the show.

Cal’s note to you made you smile, tucking it in the corner of your mirror before you carried your flowers back to your room.

After the show you were packing up your bag, turning off the lights to your vanity and turning to head to your room to change when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned and smiled as your eyes took in Michael, his smile returned and his hands in his pockets.

“Hey Mikey,” you greeted cheerily. The adrenaline from performing was still rushing through your veins, making you a bit too cheery.

“Hey yourself,” he teased, taking a small step towards you. “You looked amazing up there tonight.”

You smiled, your eyes moving to the ground as you did. “You’re too kind,” you joked, taking a joking bow as Michael chuckled. When you straightened he was quite a bit closer to you, his eyes carefully taking you in as you froze in place.

“I, uh,” he started, clearing his throat again. “I wanted to talk to you...about what we did a few weeks ago…”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What about it? I thought we talked about it…”

Michael sighed, reaching up a hand to run it through his hair. “Yeah, we did,” he sighed again, looking at the ground as his shoes nudged around a rogue pearl. “I just...I’ve been doing some thinking.”

Uh-oh.

Michael groaned a bit as he refused to meet your eyes. “I just-“ he started, stopping before forcing himself to continue. “I’ve been doing some thinking and I realized that I don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

You paused, leaning to the side against your vanity as he continued.

“You are...beautiful, Rory. Inside and out,” he spoke, sincerity dripping from his words. “I know us having sex didn’t mean anything to you, and I’m probably stepping way out of line, but I just can’t live with myself if I don’t try.” He took a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes. “Will you go out to dinner with me?”

The question took you by surprise, your eyebrows raising as you looked at Michael. You chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes dropping to the ground. No words needed to be exchanged as you stated silent, Michael sighing as he took one more step towards you. He closed the gap between you, his fingers brushing your hips.

“Can I just-“ he stopped, your eyes meeting his. “One more kiss. Please.”

You paused before you nodded, your body moving before you really gave it any thought. Michael’s hands rested on your hips, tugging you close as his head dipped to meet yours. His lips were soft and gentle, your hands moving to rest on his chest as you pressed your lips together. His body pressed against yours as the two of you kissed, his hands holding you fast until you broke apart.

He was blushing, his lips moving to your forehead before he stepped back and released you. He smiled, the edges of it coated in sadness as he started to turn away.

You stood on your own, lips tingling as you got lost in your thoughts. A thud behind you broke you out of your stupor, turning again and seeing Calum standing there. A small cardboard box was on the floor, toppled over to reveal the single cupcake Calum had gotten for you. Your heart broke at the look on his face, his attire nicer than it normally was when he hung out with you as his eyes gave away his heartbreak.

“Cal-“ you started, taking a step forward. You stopped when he stepped back.

“S-Sorry, I should uh,” he stammered, his eyes becoming a bit glassy as tears welled up in them. “I should go. Sorry.”

He turned and hurried out, your feet carrying yourself after him until you realized it was futile. You stopped at the box on the ground, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared in the direction Calum had disappeared in. You sniffled and let out a sob as you looked at the mess on the ground, kneeling down to clean it up while you cried over your missed chance with the guy of your dreams.

Suddenly a hand appeared on your shoulder, your eyes meeting a beautiful pair of blues when your head turned.

“Luke?” You said, surprised as you sniffled and quickly worked to wipe away your tears. “I thought you left, what are you still doing here?”

Luke smiled, kneeling beside you and helping you pick up the mess. “Just had to talk to Sisi about something,” he answered, taking all of the mess in his hands and throwing it in the nearest trash can. He turned back to you and helped you stand, his hand taking yours and giving it a squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

You just looked at Luke and broke down again, the man wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. He gently guided you back to your room when you calmed down, the man rubbing your back as you both stepped inside.

Luke’s intensely innocent look shocked you as he sat in a chair, gesturing for you to lay on the couch beside him. “Tell me what’s going on, darlin’.”

You listened to his instructions and laid down, realizing how drained you were by everything that had gone down. You closed your eyes and explained everything to Luke, including all the dirty details of you and Michael and your feelings for Calum. He sat silently and listened, nodding and asking questions to clarify when he needed it.

When you finished you sighed, the heel of your hands rubbing harshly at your eyes. Luke sat silently, the gears turning in his head as he watched you. You heard him stand and walk into your small kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the bottles of wine you kept in there. You sat up and gave him a look as he went through your cupboards, stopping when he found the wine glasses he wanted.

His eyes met yours and he smiled, bringing his spoils to the coffee table and setting them all down. “I will give you advice,” he said, plopping down on the floor next to you. “But we are going to drink and watch bad movies until we fall asleep. In the morning I’ll give you advice, but tonight it’s about making you feel better. Deal?”

You couldn’t help but smile at Luke, his lips reflecting the look as he squeezed your knee.

Throughout the night the two of you drank, watching movie after movie and laughing until your stomachs hurt. Luke crashed on your couch, much too inebriated to be driving himself home, and you tucked yourself into bed, both of you still giggling as you fell asleep.

Chapter 6

Over the next few months you and Luke grew closer together, the two of you and Georgia forming a small group of people that quickly became your inner circle. The three would hide out in your room after rehearsals, just enjoying each other's company until Luke had to leave to get ready for work. You had filled them both in on your situation with Calum, both of them giving you advice and letting you word vomit on them.

You and Calum hadn’t spoken since the night he saw you kiss Michael; aside from some unanswered texts from you, it was radio silence, your only form of communication about Calum coming from Luke. Apparently he had gotten back with his ex - at least, that was Luke’s deduction from the numerous bangs and moans that would be coming from Cal’s room when he got home. Cal was elusive these days, either being locked in his room or away to work or wherever he went when he wasn’t home, seemingly trying to keep himself busy to avoid talking about his feelings with anyone; he would text Luke to make sure he was alright but then not respond to anything, not even reading the texts until he checked in again.

Michael and you were still friends, the two of you taking some time apart before reconnecting after you rejected him. He occasionally spent time with you, Luke, and Georgia, which was how you found out he and Crystal had gotten back together; they had sat down and had a long talk together, ultimately ending on a happy note for both of them. In fact, the three of you were the first people he sent the wedding date to, your group text blowing up with happiness for them finally about to get married. Jokes flew immediately after about Luke being the DJ, the humor a good distraction for your mind.

On the morning Luke bumped into Nia in his apartment he immediately went to the lounge, walking in just as rehearsal was wrapping up and pulling you aside. When he told you, you smiled, tears threatening to spill until he wrapped you in a hug, Georgia quickly joining the two of you. Your heart was broken, knowing that you had hurt Calum in such a way; and not only had you hurt him, but there was nothing you could do to fix it. That was slowly driving you insane, your own guilt, pain, and feelings for Calum all bottling together until you would explode.

While you wallowed in your sadness behind the scenes, you hadn’t even noticed the days go by until a knock sounded at your door early in the morning. Groggily you got up, walking over and opening it to the sight of all the other dancers - including Crystal, Sierra, Luke, and Ashton - grinning and popping party poppers.

“Happy Birthday!” They all cheered together, the confetti making you laugh as you were tackled in a group hug. Everybody crowded in, Ashton leaving your door open once everybody had managed to squeeze through the door. Excited chatter and bursts of giggles followed the gaggle, all of you just so happy to be together to celebrate you.

Right as you were thinking of throwing everybody out Georgia cleared her throat. “So,” she started, everybody quieting down as she spoke. Excitement buzzed through the air. “For your birthday, we wanted to get you something really special. You’ve been such a wonderful addition to our family, Ro, and you know better than anyone that family is everything.” Confused, you nodded, the other girls all beaming.

Georgia and Luke moved to either side of you, both of them helping you stand and linking their arms through yours as a very pregnant Daisy wrapped a blindfold around your eyes. You heard everybody shuffle out in front of you, Luke and Georgia giggling wildly as they lead you out of your room and through the backstage. You stopped on the stage, the clinking of Michael’s bottles in the back alerting you to where you were.

“Okay, ready?” Georgia asked, a nod coming from you until the blindfold was removed to reveal your parents standing in front of you.

Your heart exploded in your chest, your hands immediately lifting to cover a gasp that had escaped you. Your parents were teary eyed, the three of you moving towards each other until meeting in the middle in a big, sobbing mess. Around you everybody applauded, your shoulders shaking as you hugged your parents as tightly as your body would let you.

Once you pulled away you sniffled, wiping at your eyes while wearing a big grin. “Oh my god,” you said, everybody laughing a bit. You turned towards everybody, shocked. “How did you all do this?!”

Sierra chuckled lightly, Luke standing close by her side while Ashton stood on the other, eyes on his phone as he sent a text. “A little birdy let it slip that you were a little lonely,” she stated, Luke blushing and giving you a sheepish smile. “So, we all chipped in a little bit and flew them here for a couple days to hopefully cure that.”

You were speechless, the gesture just so kind as you looked around at the faces of your sisters. At that moment you were overwhelmed with your emotions, all them crashing over you individually until you couldn’t take it anymore. You were in a room full of people you loved and adored more than anything, a happy sigh escaping your lips as you tried to find the words to say.

“Thank you,” you said simply, wiping at your eyes again. “Thank you guys so much. This means...so much more than you could know.”

Everybody applauded after your very short speech, your eyes landing back on your parents before grinning.

“So, gonna stay for rehearsal?”

Calum was, by every standard, depressed.

Seeing the girl he had a huge crush on kissing another man practically ripped his heart out, and seeing it happen on the night he was finally going to ask her out only made things worse. Her texts he left unanswered, locking himself away in his room and ignoring Luke’s attempts at reasoning with him; he had seemingly lost his chance with the girl of his absolute dreams, his newly mended heart just being broken again.

He had practically sworn off of love after that, throwing caution to the wind and allowing himself to fall back into his old habits. When Nia called again he answered, inviting her over for sex and nothing more to make his days go by faster. It meant nothing to him anymore, the intimacy he really wanted to be having going to somebody else. He’d be lying, though, if he didn’t say he imagined Rory under him in place of Nia, hearing her moans and little noises as he took care of her instead.

Cal avoided as much human contact as possible over the months, going to work before Luke woke up and making a beeline to his room when he would come home, only leaving when he heard Luke leave for work. He felt bad avoiding his best friend but he really didn’t want to listen to any reason, he just wanted to lose himself in a routine so he could avoid facing the complicated feelings he was burying inside his heart.

One morning after multiple rounds with Nia, he rolled over, the familiar frame of his ex gone from the now cold sheets. He sighed, sitting up before he heard the voices outside his door, palms rubbing at his eyes as his ears eavesdropped.

“How’s he doing?” A deep voice asked, the sound muffled by the thickness of the door. No doubt it was Luke, Nia’s soft and higher voice filtering in after.

“Fine, I guess,” she said, confusion lining her tone. “Why?”

A sigh, probably from Luke. “It’s a misunderstanding, but he’s heartbroken over a girl at my work. He hasn’t talked to me since it happened…”

Their voices tapered off, Calum groaning and throwing the sheets off his body before walking into the private bathroom he had. He roughly turned on the shower, the nozzle squeaking as the water poured out of the head. He closed the door and locked it, stepping in and letting the water fall down his naked body.

Thoughts swirled around in his head, the water pressure against his skin tethering him to the ground as his mind floated upwards. The constant hurricane happening in his mind was temporarily soothed in the shower, the steam and hot water mingling all together to create a calming sensation in his troubled, scrambled mind. The water calmed his tense shoulders, both of them dropping slowly as he let the water hug him. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, the cool tiles a big difference from the steam surrounding him. The peace he felt was welcoming and kind of scary, tears threatening to fill his eyes as he shoved them down to his stomach. Peaceful silence was all he wanted and now that he had it, it was far too loud.

Quickly he washed up and got out of the shower, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist before he opened the door. Steam flowed out before he did, his bigger frame moving towards his closet as Nia’s smaller one sat in his bed, now fully clothed.

“Hey,” she said, her voice a bit sharp. Cal winced but kept moving, turning on the light and looking through his clothes for something to wear.

“Hey yourself,” he mumbled, pulling out a shirt and a hoodie and laying them on the bed. He kept moving around, digging through a drawer in his dresser until he felt the smack of a pillow against his back. Annoyed, he slowly turned around, a poker face on as he looked at Nia.

“What?” He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Nia’s eyes flashed annoyance at him, lips pulled down in a frown. “Who’s this other girl Luke told me about?”

Calum groaned, shaking his head and cursing. “Leave it alone, Nia.”

Nia stood quickly, throwing her hands up in frustration. “No, Calum, who’s this other girl? Is that why you suddenly answered my phone call and wanted to hook up?”

Calum’s fingers twitched, the man turning back to his dresser and pulling out more clothes. He didn’t answer, instead tugging his towel off his body and pulling on boxers and a pair of jeans.

“Calum!” Nia shouted, the man wincing at the noise. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” He snapped, spinning around to look at his ex. “Yes, that’s why I wanted to hook up with you! Can you drop this now?”

“No! I’m not going to avoid this conversation to save your fucking feelings,” she yelled, her hands balled up into fists at her side.

“I’m not asking you to save anything,” he snapped loudly, snatching the shirt from the bed and tugging it over his head. He started putting on socks and a pair of shoes as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Why do you care, anyway? We’re just fuck buddies.”

Nia was silent at that, her rage rolling off of her in waves. “Is that what you think of me?” She asked, her voice low. Calum turned around to meet her eyes. “Do you seriously think of me like that?”

“Yes, it is, because that’s what this is.” Cal’s hand gestured between the two of them as he spoke, his other pushing himself off the bed.

Nia scoffed. “Good to know you think so lowly of me.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Calum said harshly, turning around to face th woman again. The volume of his voice increased as he continued. “You’re the one that cheated on me, remember? And as you just heard from Luke, I just had my heart broken by a beautiful girl that I really, really liked, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving me alone-”

“God, can you stop bringing up the fact that I cheated all the fucking time?!” Nia shouted, her voice matching Calum’s. “Stop making me feel like shit for something that happened one time.”

“Then you stop making me feel like shit for not wanting a relationship when I so clearly can’t handle one right now!” Calum stomped to the door, flinging it open and letting it slam against the wall as he gestured for her to walk through it. “If you don’t like this, then here’s the fucking door. Block me on socials, delete my number, and get the fuck out of my life.”

Nia was silent, absolutely furious as she stood in Calum’s bedroom. After a second of an intense staredown she finally stomped her way out of the apartment, a slam followed by a shattering sound marking her exit.

Calum stood in his bedroom doorway, hands clenching into fists over and over as he calmed himself down. He was never the type for violence but this punched him pretty close to putting a hole in the wall; the emotions he had been carefully tip-toeing around bundling themselves together in angry wrapping before presenting themselves to him.

Once calm again he walked out of his room, eyeing the apartment to find what broke in Nia’s angry wake. Stepping into the living area he found it, the new vase Luke had just bought lying on the floor in a million pieces. Calum groaned, pulling out his phone to call Luke and update him on the mess.

Just as he was about to hit the call button a jingling by the door drew his attention, the door opening to reveal his blonde roommate stepping in. Luke paused when he noticed Calum, his eyes then traveling to the broken item. Cal could tell he was upset when he saw it, shoving his phone into his pocket before he started speaking.

“Mate, I’m so sorry, Nia and I got in to it and she slammed the door on her way out, and I guess it was enough for it to fall over-”

Luke smiled at Cal’s apology. “Brother it’s all good,” he said kindly, Calum still rambling over his voice.

“-I’ll pay for a new one, I’ll pay you back double for it, I’m sorry man-”

“Calum.”

“No, I’m serious, I’m gonna fix this-”

“Calum.”

Luke’s insistence in his voice finally made Calum stop, the slightly shorter man stopping in his tracks as Luke put his hands on his shoulders. He hadn’t felt the tears in his eyes or the ones that had fallen down his cheeks.

“This is about more than just the vase, huh?” Luke asked, his voice soft and kind. Cal wordlessly nodded, shoulders starting to shake as he tried to make himself stop crying.

Luke gently guided his roommate to the couch, sitting him down before disappearing into the kitchen. He appeared with a bottle of water and what he knew to be Calum’s not-so-secret stash of Sadness Snacks, setting both down in front of him before he took a seat beside him.

“Let’s talk.”

Having your parents around was a big confidence booster for you.

While having them watch you perform was kind of wild, they beamed in the back, mingling with bar regulars as they sat and proudly watched you dance. Their support for you was obvious, your coworkers voicing their slight jealousy at the sight of your parents cheering you on.

That first day was full of you just filling them in on what had been going on, your mother doting over you while your father just chuckled and watched her do so. Both of them accepted all your boy drama and even joined Luke and Georgia in teasing you about it, the four of them unrelenting but loving nonetheless.

Driving your parents to the airport was bittersweet, the goodbyes a bit teary as you hugged your parents and watched them walk inside the airport to go back home. When you got back in your car you let yourself cry a bit more before collecting yourself enough to drive, the Los Angeles traffic making it a longer drive back to your home.

On the way, while stuck in traffic, your cell phone started ringing, the caller ID popping up on the screen in your car as you answered. It wasn’t a familiar number, the area code giving away that it was someone in the city but the rest of it was strange as you spoke.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Ro, it’s Crystal.”

Your heart stopped for a minute before you swallowed. “Hey, Crystal. What’s up?”

A sigh came through the other side of the phone before Crystal spoke again. “Okay, I’m good at small talk so we’re just gonna skip over that, okay?”

You nodded, a pausing coming from both of you while you thought about what she could be about to say.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

The words caught you by surprise. Crystal? Apologizing? You had to be dreaming.

“I’ve been super rude to you since day one, and I really never even took a moment to really get to know you, I just let my ideas of you paint a picture of you in my head that wasn’t accurate.” Another long pause. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, too. That was uncalled for and all you had done was make an honest mistake, one that Daisy and I had made a thousand times. So, I’m sorry.”

You were stunned by her words; you had never expected or asked for an apology for her, actually insisting to everybody that you were fine with how things were between you and Crystal. You thought it was something that would never change, but now, sitting in the car, you realized those were the exact words you had been waiting to hear.

“Thank you, Crystal. I forgive you.”

A sigh of relief came through the phone. “Oh thank god, I’m so tired of trying to find reasons to hate you.”

You laughed at that, Crystal chuckling on the other side of the phone.

“Can we be friends now?” You asked, fingers tapping on your steering wheel. “I kind of need that right now.”

You couldn’t see her face but you heard the smile on Crystal’s lips as she agreed, the two of you chatting for another minute before you hung up.

The conversation filled you with happiness and confidence that you hadn’t expected, the reconciliation lifting a weight from your shoulders that you didn’t know had been there in the first place. You felt good for once, finally comfortable with yourself again as you sat in your car in the unending L.A. traffic. Something about that call inspired you, your thoughts running a bit wild as you decided to change your route.

The streets you traveled on were new but familiar at the same time, the parking lot a bit quieter than you remembered it being as you pulled up and parked. A ball of butterflies and nerves had bunched up in your stomach, your insides almost desperate for release as you walked into the building. You took the stairs instead of the elevator this time, your mind racing with thoughts of how you were going to explain why you were there without sounding like a crazy person.

When you stepped on to the correct floor your feet took it over for you, carrying you down the hallway until you reached the apartment number, your hand lifting and pausing before knocking rhythmically.

You stood in front of the door and swallowed harshly, wringing your hands as your thoughts caught up with your actions. A few seconds that felt like minutes passed before you tried to slip away, the latch for the door turning before you had the chance to step away.

The door swung open, the man on the other side stunned at the sight before him. His bleached blonde hair had grown considerably, a bit of dark brown root now showing. The hood on his head accentuated his cheeks and pouty lips, dark eyebrows and freckles pulled upwards in surprise.

“Hey, Calum,” you said nervously. “Can we talk?”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos au #burlesque!sos

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Chapter 4: Almosts and Sunsets

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**Trigger Warning** Mentions of past abuse and self harm!

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The creature's grin seems to grow when a wave of dread and fear streaked through Dean's body. His face pales and his eyes grow wide, he opens his mouth to scream but no sound comes out.

He can't move and isn't sure whether it's out of shock or the creatures doing. An icy black tendril extends from its body and slithers around to place its tip on the vertebrae right between his shoulders.

A cold wave rushes through Dean's body and control over his limbs is taken by the monster. He feels himself rise out of bed and turn to the door, his movements jerky and unnatural, like a marionette on a stage.

He opened the door and looked down the hall. It's just as dark as his room aside from the faint moonlight creeping in the downstairs window, laying pale shadows on the wooden floor of the entryway.

His body walked down the hall to the top of the stairs, his feet almost stumbling over each other as his body jerkily moved. Dean could feel the cold press of the shadow where it touched his spine and feel the brush of cool air on his shoulders as it slid along behind him.

Dean turned to face the staircase and lined his toes up with the edge of the first stair. He lifted his foot into the air, holding his leg out in front of him as his other leg wobbled slightly, the subtle flexing of the muscles in his foot keeping him upright.

The creature let out a short hissing sentence, “ M y hO u s ssS s s E ”

He felt the coldness on his back slowly pulling away, he began realizing he was balancing on his bad knee and it would buckle as soon as the supernatural crunch holding him up was pulled away. A dull ache was already beginning to present itself as the shadow continued to move away.

He filled with panic as the tendril lifted and the creature let out a hiss that if you listened hard enough, could sound like a chuckle. He closed his eyes, knowing his knee would buckle and he would tumble down the stairs and would likely be pushed down the next flight by the shadow as well.

He felt his knee give just as a pair of warm arms wrapped around his torso and he was pulled back from the edge. Dean opened his eyes, face pale and expression painted of fear and shock. He looked up and saw his housemates' worried face and wide blue eyes looking into his.

“Dean! Dean, Are you ok?” Cas asked, his warm hands gripping Deans shoulders.

“...Cas?”

“Dean, what happened? You almost just let yourself fall down the stairs!”

Dean looked over at the stairs then back at the Man holding him against the wall by his shoulders. He couldn't meet Cas’s eyes so he kept them down. Cas was wearing a loose Stanford t-shirt and plain white boxers.

Clothes like these fit Cas’s muscular form much better than his usual dress shirts and his well-loved trench coat. They make him look so much more carefree and open and cute.

“I…” Dean started but stopped. The shadow was standing on the opposite balcony, its piercing red eyes staring directly at Cas. A violent shiver coursing through him and he leaned further against the wall.

“We will talk about this in the morning. Come on.” Cas said, backing up from Dean and looking at the balcony to see what he had been looking at but the shadow was already gone.

Dean nodded and followed Cas down the hall and into Dean's room. He heard the click of the door closing behind him and turned to see Cas walking towards the other side of the bed. Dean followed him with his eyes as he walked to the other side of the mattress.

What was Cas doing? Was he not going to head back to his bed?

Cas must have seen Dean's confused look, “I’m going to sleep in here tonight if that's alright. I would rather you not fall down the stairs.”

“You don't have to. I'm fine.” Dean managed to mumble out.

“You're right, I don't have to but you're my friend and this way I can be sure you wont get hurt,” Cas pointed at the bed, “Get in bed and go to sleep.”

“Are you always this bossy in the bedroom?” Dean chuckled

Cas just sighed and pulled back the blankets on his side of the bed before tucking himself beneath them.

Dean laid on his side, facing away from Cas, embarrassed that Cas had saved him from falling down the stairs and now Cas was SLEEPING with him IN THE SAME BED.

It took only a few minutes for Dean to fall asleep. Knowing that someone was only just 2 feet away from him helped put him at ease. He drifted off to the soft sounds of Cas’s breathing.

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Warm. Dean feels so warm and protected -- which is kinda new but he likes it -- all wrapped up under the sheets. Bright sunlight shines through the thin curtains covering the windows along Deans wall.

He takes a deep breath and snuggles deeper into his cocoon of happiness when he hears a low grumble from behind him.

Memories of last night hit him hard. Being controlled by the shadow. Almost falling down the stairs. Cas grabbing him and pushing his shaking body against the wall, saving him from falling down the steps. Cas falling asleep with him.

Dean opened his eyes and looked to see that Cas’s arms were wrapped around Dean, spooning him.

Oh.

Oh god.

Dean’s breath hitched and sprung up into a sitting position, pulling out of the warm embrace, his skin tingling where Cas had wrapped his arms around and he immediately missed their warmth. Cas pulled his arms close to his own chest and sat up.

Both men had a light blush on their cheeks and refused to look at each other. Focusing on the waving shadows of the trees leaves on the curtains.

Cas was first to break the silence. “Good morning, Dean. my apologies about… I guess I'm a cuddler in my sleep.” Cas finished, looking down at the floor.

“It’s fine man,” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, “and, uh, thanks about last night.”

Dean heard Cas shift in the bed. He looked over at his housemate and met his concerned, blue eyes. Cas’s hair was always messy but his actual bedhead paired with his loose shirt with its collar sitting unevenly on his strong shoulders was just… wow.

“Are you ok?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, actually.” Dean wasn't really lying there. He had slept the best he had in nights. He was still really shaken about the shadow but that wasn't Cas’s problem.

Dean stretched his arms up towards the ceiling and let out a groan. He dropped them back down to his sides and slouched over a bit.

“I'm hungry, let's go eat.” Dean said as he rose from the bed and began making his way to the kitchen.

He got out some eggs and a box of pancake mix and started on making breakfast. A few minutes later, a disheveled Cas trudged into the kitchen and basically flopped onto the kitchen island.

Dean chuckled, “Dude, it's almost 10am and you look worse than I have all week.”

“Dean, we went to bed at 1 in the morning and unlike you, I don't do well without a proper sleep schedule.”

“I can tell.” Dean grinned as Cas lifted his head off the counter to glare at him.

“So,” Cas began in a nervous voice, “Do you sleepwalk often?”

Dean flipped the pancake he had in the skillet and looked over at Cas, “No. It was just a bad dream and all the sudden you were pulling me away from the stairs.” He easily lied.

Cas nodded and laid his head back on the table. He looked so nice, laid out on the counter like that. His hair was long and messy and the loose collar of his shirt showed off a tantalus amount of skin.

He plated the food and slid Cas’s plate across the island to bump into his hand. Cas sat up and started to devour his pancakes.

“You should cook more often. You make great food and seem so happy when you're cooking.” Cas said through a bite of pancakes.

Dean sat up in his chair a little taller and his whole face seemed to light up at the compliment. He smiled at Cas and laughed before returning, “You should sleep in more often, you seem so much happier and relaxed.”

Cas’s cheeks reddened and he sheepishly looked away from Dean at his plate of food. They ate the rest of their brunch in a comfortable silence.

Dean gets up from his seat and walks over to Cas to take his plate. He reaches down to grab it but Cas catches his wrist and twists it to show the underside of his forearm.

Dean’s short sleeve shirt left his scarred skin uncovered and easily noticeable and he completely forgot to hide it after the utter bliss this morning has been.

Deans breath hitches as Cas runs his eyes the length of his forearm. He lifts his face towards Deans and his eyes meet Deans wide, fearful ones.

He yanks his arm out of Cas’s gentle grip and takes both plates and drops them in the sink. He doesn't look at Cas on his way out of the kitchen because he doesn't want to see those pitying or disgusted looks on Cas’s face, nor have to answer all the questions he definitely has.

“Dean, wait!” Cas calls from the kitchen.

“I'm going to take a shower and get some clothes on.” Dean states and gestures at his t-shirt and boxers as he leaves the kitchen.

Dean goes into his room, locking both his bedroom and bathroom doors once they're closed, and starts the shower. He undresses and gets under the steaming water, letting it pour down on his face.

He suddenly feels the urge to curl up into a little ball and forget about the house, Cas, Sam, Bobby and Ellen, everything, so he sits on the ground of the bathtub and leans his head against the cool tile walls.

Sometimes, when a door slams in the distance, or a glass or beer bottle hits the floor, Dean flinches. He still remembers how almost every night since he was about 4 ½ his dad would come home from the bar, slamming both the car door and the motel door and either passing out on the couch or yelling and screaming at Dean.

Yelling about how he was a disappointment. How he was disgusting and worthless. How his only purpose in life is to protect Sammy, and that if he could, he would get rid of him.

How sometimes John would hit Dean and throw bottles at the wall, the brown glass shattering and raining down on the stained carpets of various motels. How some nights Dean couldn't sleep because of how bad his body hurt and how bad he wanted it to be over.

But he couldn't leave because if he did, who would protect Sammy from their monster of a father. A father who saw his son kissing another boy and almost beating him unconscious and threatening the boy that if he ever saw him again, he would kill him. A father who saw Deans scars and told him he was weak and a disappointment.

There were tears running down his face. He held his forearms with his hands and hugged his arms to his stomach. He sat there, crying and wishing to forget till the water began to grow cold.

He stood up off the floor and quickly washed his hair and body before turning off the water and toweling off.

He put on his jeans and an old red flannel and took a deep breath before opening the door. He walked quickly down the hall and stairs. He was walking over to the table by the front door to grab his keys, hoping Cas wasn't in the living room or library to stop him.

“Dean? Where are you going?” Cas asked.

Dean froze then turned towards the living room where he saw Cas sitting on the couch writing in that funny little journal again.

“I'm going to get some stuff to clean the fishpond and some brooms and mops for the basement. It's a wreck down there.” Dean replied still standing awkwardly in the entryway like a child caught sneaking out of the house.

“Ok,” Cas gave a small nod, “Are you sure you're ok?”

“God dammit, Cas. Yes, I'm fine.”

Dean turned on his heel and walked over to the table, snatching his keys out of the drawer. He walked out the door, not looking back at the house until he got into his car.

He could see Cas sitting on the daybed in front of the large front window. He looked at Cas’s concentrated face staring down at his journal as he scribbled something furiously across its pages.

What is he doing in that journal? Maybe Dean should ask later. Cas was a journalist or something, right? Maybe it was story ideas or some kind of diary.

Dean stuck his key in the ignition and Baby rumbled to life. He pulled out his box of mix-tapes and chose one at random before putting it in the player.

Led Zeppelin's What is an what should never be started playing and Dean began to hum along to the familiar tunes. He drummed his fingers on the wheel in perfect sync with each song that came on as he drove down the hilly roads to the small downtown area.

Baby purred as he drove down the quiet roads surrounded by trees that only parted at the occasional driveway. The sky was a nice blue, dotted with light, wispy clouds and the air was warm and fresh.

He rolled his windows down and let his hand hang out the window as he sang out the lyrics to Simple Man.

Going for a ride in the impala always cheered him up. Whenever he needed an escape, she was always there for him and never let him down. She is the only good memory of his father.

He pulled into the small lot and parked in front of the little hardware store. He went in and quickly found all the things he was looking for, thanking the old man at the register before leaving and loading his supplies into the back seat.

He takes the drive back home a bit slower, wanting to spend more time listening to music and feeling the purr of Baby’s engine as she cruises down the streets.

When he did get back to the house, he took the stuff out of the back seat and carried it straight to the shed and got ready to work on the pond. He took the small pump and extension cord and set it up before bringing over a tarp and some scrub brushes and a hose.

He watched the murky water drain out of the shallow pond and flipped off the pump once it was empty. He pulled out the rocks sitting along the bottom and sides and laid them on the tarp, exposing the ripped up pond liner underneath.

Dean took out the liner and laid the new one in. He was working on trimming down some of the longer edges when he heard the sun room door drop closed. He turned and saw Cas walking towards him, two glasses of water in hand and a beer tucked under his arm.

Cas walked over to Dean and held out the water and watched as he drained the entire glass before handing him the beer and walking back a bit to sit in the grass.

“Thanks,” Dean smiles at Cas who just nods and gives a small smile back.

Dean continues to work on the pond while Cas just watches. When Dean begins washing the rocks off with scrub brushes and a hose, Cas comes over and asks to help.

After about an hour, all the rocks had been cleaned and placed back into the pond. Dean grabbed the pump he had gotten and situated it at the bottom of the pond with its hose hidden in a larger pile of stones to act as a waterfall to help circulate the pond.

He turns on the hose and lets it begin to fill the pond with water. He takes a seat next to Cas in the grass, silently watching the pond fill up.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that this morning.” Cas whispers

“It’s fine. I just… don't like to talk about them and get a bit panicky when they are mentioned.”

“Yes, but I still acted immaturely and that was horribly rude of me-” Cas began waving his hands around and talking louder and faster.

Dean grabbed his shoulders and turned Cas so he was facing Dean, “Cas, buddy, it's ok. I’m ok.”

Cas looked at Dean for a moment before nodding and relaxing his tense shoulders.

“Ok,” Cas said, turning one shoulder out of Deans grip but letting the other hand rest in place, “ok.”

They both turned back towards the pond which was slowly filling up with clean, clear water. The sun had begun to set behind the trees, the sky filling with purples and reds.

Dean felt Cas’s shoulder brush against his as they sat together, watching the sky paint itself with beautiful colors as the sun sunk below the horizon. Dean looked over at Cas and saw him looking up at the sky, a small smile on his face and the reflection of the sky in his eyes.

Dean smiled and his stomach filled with warmth. Cas looked so calm, so happy.

When the sky began to darken, their shoulders were now fully pressed together and their pinkies brushing where their hands had fallen behind them to support themselves.

He turned towards Cas who was already looking at Dean. They were so close together, their noses almost brushing together. He could smell the faint scent of the beer on Cas’s breath, the warmth in Dean's stomach seemed to blossom at the closeness and his arm tingled where it met Cas’s.

Cas took his hand in his and looked deep into Deans green eyes, still shining bright in the fading light. It would take just the smallest movement forward to bring them together.

Dean jumped when his pocket began to buzz. They both pulled away from each other and Dean fished his phone out of his pocket.

“ Sam.” Dean said into the phone.

“Hey Dean. Am I interrupting something? You sound annoyed.”

“No, it’s fine. Did you need something?”

“Oh, so Jess and I’s anniversary is coming up soon and we wanted to tell you that we were going to be going on a trip to Oregon to hike in the mountains.”

“Well that sounds fun. I hope you guys have a good time.”

“Thanks, well that's all I have for ya right now, but if anything important happens I call you and you do the same, ok?”

“Yup. Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Goodnight, Dean, talk to you later.”

Dean hung up and sighed. He stood up off the ground and offered a hand to Cas and pulled him up to his feet. He walked over and turned off the hose before heading inside after Cas.

They walked into the kitchen and took out the half a pizza from the other night from the fridge and ate it cold, saying nothing but exchanging long glances at each other every once in a while.

They finished off the pizza and threw the box in the recycling before heading upstairs. They went to their respective doorways and stood there a moment.

“Goodnight, Dean.” Cas said with a smile in his voice.

“Night, Cas,” Dean returned looking over at Cas and before he lost the courage to do so he asked, “Hey, can you, uh, you know…”

“Sleep with you tonight?” Cas suggested.

Dean nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “It was nice to not be alone, and I got the best sleep I've had in awhile.”

“Of course, Dean. Just let me get ready, I’ll be in in a moment.”

Dean beamed at Cas before walking into his room and getting ready for bed. He just finished brushing his teeth when he heard Cas knock on the door.

He let Cas in and they both climbed into bed. They were lying facing opposite walls, and a bit far apart for Deans liking. He could get away with just a little scootch back.

He scooted back and hit Cas’s back who apparently had the same idea. Neither men moved away, instead they laid there, sharing each other's warmth until they fell into a peaceful sleep.

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