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prettyobsessed · 8 months

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⋆。⋆💋⋆ Lace & Desire ⋆ ﾟ❤️‍🔥 (HOT AF)

☁︎/ pairings: Zayne / fem!reader ☾ / genre: smut [nsfw 18+, mdni] ₊˚ / tags: nsfw, super nsfw, no plot smut, mutual attraction, clit playing, masturbation, submissive y/n, dominant zayne, mentions of daddy, mentions of cum dumpster, mentions of slave, role-play, slightly/very rough sex, lots of teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, mouth job, hand job, kissing, clit stimulation, choking, lots of spanking, upstanding citizen position lol, creampie, cum inside, cum shot, mature sexual content ♡ / word count: 4.6k

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In her quiet apartment, the narrator decides to spice up the night by sending teasing photos to Zayne, igniting a thrilling game of seduction. As anticipation builds, she wonders how far he'll let her take it, knowing their quiet night will soon be electrified by their passionate tension. ﹌﹌﹌

‘Don't make me come there and punish you,’ he warned, igniting a thrilling rush of arousal within me. Zayne's challenge only served to heighten my excitement, and I responded with a final, enticing image—my back arched, showcasing my perky ass in all their glory. ‘56646. that’s my passcode. see you soon 😋’ I teased, unable to contain my anticipation.

𓍢ִ໋₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝⋆୧ ˙ As the clock ticked towards 9:38 PM on a Thursday night, the silence of my apartment seemed to amplify the dull ache of boredom settling in. With a sigh, I set aside my phone and glanced around the dimly lit room, the soft glow of lamplight casting long shadows across the walls. The stillness was palpable, broken only by the occasional distant rumble of passing cars outside.

Lost in the quietude, memories of Zayne flooded my mind—their intensity warming me from within. I couldn't shake the image of our passionate exchanges from a week ago, the heat of our desire lingering in the air like an intoxicating perfume. With a sudden spark of inspiration, I retrieved the new lingerie set I'd ordered online—a deep, lacey black ensemble that I knew would set Zayne's pulse racing.

Standing before the full-length mirror, I couldn't help but admire the way the lace hugged my curves, accentuating every contour with a tantalising allure. A mischievous thought danced at the edges of my consciousness—why not inject a little excitement into this mundane night? I knew Zayne's schedule like the back of my hand; no surgeries tonight, just a series of tedious meetings. The idea of inviting Zayne into my apartment, a space he'd never set foot in before, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. We've only shared passionate moments in his space before, never mine. With a flicker of determination, I snapped a few provocative photos of myself in the lingerie and sent them off to Zayne, accompanied by a teasing message.

‘busy?’, I texted, attaching a suggestive image of myself with legs parted. "miss you so much, daddy” I added playfully, anticipating his reaction. His response was swift, his words carrying a hint of authority and desire. ‘You can’t do this to me right now. I’m in a meeting.’ Undeterred, I escalated the teasing, sending another photo—this time, straddling a snowman plushie, a playful nod to our shared fantasies.

I wanted to push his boundaries, to see how far he'd let me take this game of seduction. As the anticipation mounted, I couldn't help but wonder what Zayne's reaction would be. Would he succumb to the temptation, or would he resist my advances? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain—the quietude of this night was about to be shattered by the electrifying tension between us.

"Be a good girl and wait for me," Zayne's last text arrived, laden with promise, and I eagerly complied (or maybe not), my pulse racing with anticipation. In less than 30 minutes, I heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, signalling Zayne's arrival. "Y/N…?" he called out my name, his voice tinged with anticipation. As he stepped into the room, his presence electrified the air, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Dressed in his signature black collared shirt and sleek work pants, both my weakness, I knew I would falter sooner or later. But as of now, I had a mission to complete—to make him needy enough to beg me.

Meanwhile, I reclined on the bed, eyes closed, fingers tracing lazy circles on the delicate fabric of my thong. Beneath its embrace, my clit throbbed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting Zayne's touch. With practiced finesse, I reached for the vibrator beside me, teasing myself with its arousing vibrations, each movement imbued with a sense of anticipation. The room felt charged with erotic tension, a prelude to the passionate encounter about to unfold. “I told you to wait for me, didn’t I?” Zayne's voice stood before me, shattering the silence. His words sending a thrill of excitement racing through me. “I’m going to punish you,” he declared, his tone heavy with desire as he made his way to the sofa in the corner, his eyes fixed on me with unwavering intensity.

As he settled into the seat, a surge of defiance stirred within me. I didn’t want him to simply watch—I wanted to tease him, to punish him for not giving me the attention I craved. With a determined resolve, I continued to pleasure myself with the vibrator, each flick of my wrist a deliberate invitation for him to join me in the throes of passion. But Zayne had other plans. “I’m not gonna do anything to you,” he stated, his words dripping with promise. “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you play with yourself.” The challenge in his voice only fuelled my desire further. Determined, I continued pleasuring myself with the vibrator, allowing him to witness my torment. I intensified my movements, each stroke of the vibrator against my clit sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I could sense Zayne's gaze burning into me, his desire evident in the way he watched, but I refused to yield. I wanted him to go wild, to lose control and fuck me senselessly after this. The mere thought of his roughness, the way he might choke me while delivering spanks, drove me wild. I maintained the steady rhythm, circling my clit with the vibrator and moaning his name, intent on arousing him for the impending encounter.

My legs parted slightly as I continued to pleasure myself. I then pulled my thong to the side so that I could feel my vibrator even more intensely on my clit. I noticed him staring intensely at me from the sofa, his eyes tracing every movement, every expression, every curve accentuated by my lingerie. I knew he wanted to badly fuck me in it. The anticipation of his desire fuelling my own, I felt on the brink of climax just from his gaze alone.

As Zayne stood mere feet away, his imposing presence filled the room. With my left hand, I cupped my breast, teasingly pinching my erect nipple, while my right hand gripped the vibrator, its buzzing against my clit driving me relentlessly toward the brink of ecstasy. Moaning his name, I met his gaze, revelling in the power of my own pleasure. Each stroke, each caress, heightened the tension, propelling me toward release.

Riding the wave of my orgasm, I continued to chant Zayne's name, eagerly anticipating his touch later. My body hummed with electricity as I pressed the vibrator against my clit, prolonging the blissful sensation.

After savouring the peak of my orgasm, I rose from the bed, my limbs still tingling with pleasure. With deliberate grace, I began to crawl towards him, each movement purposeful, my hips swaying in a mesmerising rhythm. The air crackled with anticipation as I closed the distance between us, my eyes locked on his with unwavering intensity.

Once near enough, my hands ventured forward, exploring the fabric of his pants with feather-light touches. Zayne's hands remained on the armrest, unmoving. The material beneath my fingertips felt smooth and inviting, heightening my senses as I traced the contours of his thighs, inching closer to the throbbing arousal that awaited me.

In a kneeling position, I slowly began to caress his clothed erection with my lips, each kiss a tantalising tease. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire palpable in the air. With each stroke of my tongue, I could sense his control slipping, his restraint waning as he surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through him. Zayne looked hot and bothered, his desire evident in the way he watched me, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.

“Are you sure you just wanna sit and watch me play with your dick all by myself?” I teased, a playful pout playing on my lips. He stayed seated, his gaze never wavering, his desire palpable in the air between us. “Unbuckle my pants,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority. I did as he asked without hesitation, maintaining eye contact with him as I unbuckled his pants. “Now take it out and lick it,” he instructed, his voice laced with anticipation.

Each time my gaze fell upon his impressive member, I couldn't help but marvel at its sheer size and thickness, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. The anticipation of feeling him fill me up, stretching me to my limits, sent a thrill down my spine. With eager hands, I liberated his arousal from its confines, gently guiding it out from beneath the fabric of his pants. As I lowered his trousers for his comfort, I couldn't resist the urge to admire him fully exposed before me.

Coating his length with my saliva, I savoured the taste of him, relishing in the way he responded to my touch. His throbbing length stretched beyond the limits of my mouth, almost impossible to accommodate entirely. With each swirl of my tongue around his tip, his breath hitched in his throat, his desire evident in the intensity of his gaze. "You know how I like it sloppy. More spit," he demanded, his voice husky with need, his eyes dark with desire, urging me to indulge his every whim.

Following his commands, I coated his throbbing member with a liberal amount of saliva, my hand moving with purpose and urgency, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes, just like that, princess," he praised, his words dripping with desire, igniting a fiery need within me. The endearing term sent a rush of excitement coursing through me, amplifying my desire to please him in every way possible.

As I continued, I pushed myself beyond my limits, unable to stop gagging on his dick. His hands remained on the armrest, yet I could feel his reaction as I went deeper, my eyes rolling backward involuntarily. Zayne's response was palpable, a muttered 'fuck' slipping from his lips before he leaned forward, gently pulling my mouth away from his throbbing length.

With a sudden tug on my hair, he forced me to meet his gaze, his intensity heightened. "I can’t take it anymore, can't wait to mess you up," he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. In response, I teased him playfully, biting my lower lip and meeting his gaze with a sultry look. "Why wait?"

He wasted no time, guiding my head to gag me with his dick once more, my eyes watery and drool cascading down my chin. “I love drooling on your cock,” I said to Zayne, the admission pushing him over the edge. With his patience wearing thin, he swiftly pulled up his pants before lifting me with practiced ease, settling me straddled on his lap. Purposeful strides carried us to the bed, where he positioned himself, and I found myself draped over his lap, anticipation pulsating with each passing second. Zayne's fingers trace intricate patterns over my clit, teasing and enticing me with each delicate touch. In the next instant, his hand shifts, grabbing my ass firmly before delivering a sharp spank that reverberates through the room, the sound echoing in the stillness.

The first sharp spank sent a jolt of ecstasy coursing through me, igniting an insatiable hunger. Suddenly, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind, and I decided to indulge in a bit of playful role-play, leveraging Zayne's profession as a doctor.

“I need more, Doctor Zayne” I pleaded while biting my lower lip, my voice dripping with desire— craving his touch like a potent drug. Zayne froze for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement. "This isn't covered by your insurance, y'know," he quipped, his tone playful yet commanding, before delivering another sharp but mighty spank on my ass.

I couldn't help but laugh at his response, the sound echoing in the room as I remained straddled over his lap, revelling in the playful banter between us. But then, in an instant, the mood shifted, and Zayne seamlessly reverted to his dominant stance, delivering another firm spank to my exposed flesh.

With each resounding spank, his voice low and commanding, he chastised me for my naughtiness, his words driving me to new heights of arousal. "So fucking naughty, pleasuring yourself in front of me," he growled, his hand delivering each punishing blow with precision. I squirmed beneath his touch, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me with each impact. “Sending me pics while I’m at work, you love it when I’m distracted, don’t you?” with each word, he punctuated his statement with another firm spank, the impact sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

A swift strike from his left hand landed on my ass, the sting on my ass was met with a subtle tightening of his grip around my neck, sending a thrilling jolt of excitement coursing through me. Involuntarily, my back arched in response, an instinctive reaction to the sensation.

I moaned once more, gasping for air, my body wavering but my determination to take control unwavering. As I attempted to shift my body, aiming to use his broad shoulders to lift myself up and straddle Zayne on his lap, a surge of futile resistance washed over me. Zayne's grip remained unyielding, firmly in control. Despite my efforts to regain dominance, he held me firmly in his grasp, each spank serving as a sharp reminder of my transgressions. "Do you think you can get away with this?" he questioned, his tone dripping with dominance. "Making me lose control and expecting things to go your way?" Each word was punctuated by another sharp spank, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. With each impact, my ass bounced, fueling his desire to deliver more.

“Answer me,” he commands, tugging at my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. "No, daddy," I gasp, a shiver of anticipation coursing through me as another sharp spank lands, followed by his gentle touch to soothe the sting. “You’re going to do what I tell you, understood?” His voice is firm, demanding obedience. I nod eagerly, my body trembling with excitement and submission.

Before delving into anything more extreme, Zayne reminded me to use our safe word if things went too far. I assured him that I would, eager to trust in our mutual boundaries.

"Lay on your back and spread for me," he ordered, and without hesitation, I complied. His commands were my guide, and I willingly surrendered to his desires. As I lay before him, legs wide open, he joined me on the bed, positioning himself to fully admire my exposed form. Zayne lifted my legs, hovering them over my stomach, his gaze fixated on my glistening clit, still hidden and wet beneath the fabric of the lingerie.

With deliberate precision, he pushed the fabric of my thong aside, exposing my throbbing clit to his hungry gaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered a powerful spank across my exposed flesh, the sensation simultaneously arousing and electrifying.

"That's what you get for distracting me,” he admonished, his hand returning to soothe the sting he had caused. Adjusting my position slightly, he seized my breasts, eliciting a sharp gasp as he pulled down my lingerie bra to pinch my nipples and deliver a punishing slap across my breasts and then to my clit.

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” he growled, his touch alternating between punishment and pleasure, each sensation driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each slap of his hand against my swollen clit, the intensity of my desire surged, propelled by the knowledge that I was at his mercy. And as he continued to tease and torment me, I surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of his dominance.

“And that,” he continued, his voice husky with desire, “is for tempting me beyond control.” With each stroke of his hand against my throbbing clit, I felt the tension coil tighter within me, aching for release. Tonight, I surrendered to the game, willingly becoming the one who begged for his touch, yearning to feel his every caress and penetration. The desire to taste him, to engulf his throbbing member in my mouth, consumed me entirely. In the depths of my being, I found solace in Zayne's dominance, reveling in his complete control over my body. It was as if I craved nothing more than to be his plaything, his puppet to manipulate at his whim, his slave to fulfill his every desire.

With one final slap on my clit, Zayne soothes it once more, eliciting a delicious blend of pleasure and pain that brought tears to my eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he removed my lingerie thong, each movement laden with anticipation. With a devilish grin, he tucked it into his pocket, a silent reminder of his control over me.

Then, with a hunger that matched my own, he descended on my clit, his tongue a fervent instrument of pleasure. He devoured it with an insatiable appetite, his movements precise and calculated. His tongue traced intricate patterns from my anus to my clit, and back again, each stroke sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through me. With each lick and suck, he coated my clit with his saliva, mingling with my arousal and heightening the intensity of the moment. And all the while, his unwavering gaze locked onto mine, a silent challenge that dared me to lose myself completely in the ecstasy of his touch.

But Zayne's hunger knew no bounds. With a growl of desire, he shifted his focus, using his tongue to fuck my pussy repeatedly, his movements rhythmic and relentless. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, driving me to the brink of madness as I surrendered completely to his skilled ministration.

With one final lick from him, I was sent hurtling over the edge, my release flooding over Zayne's tongue in a torrent of ecstasy. My body convulsed with pleasure, every nerve tingling with the intensity of the moment. Yet, Zayne continued to ride the wave of my orgasm, his tongue remaining firmly latched onto my pulsating pussy. The sensation was so intense that I couldn't help but arch my back in response, offering myself completely to the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"Who said you could cum on my tongue?” Zayne's voice sliced through the air with authority. He seized my torso, forcing me to face him, my body now positioned on all fours. Still lost in the throes of my orgasm, I couldn't muster a response. His grip tightened around my neck, and with a sharp spank on my ass, he demanded again in a low, commanding voice, "Answer me."

Pouting and shaking my head, my eyes still watery from the overwhelming pleasure, I struggled to regain my composure. "N-no one," I gasped for air, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to come back from my high.

"So why did you?" Zayne's question dripped with dominance, his gaze piercing into my soul. "I'm sorry, daddy” I said in a playful, teasing manner, pouting my lips as I met his gaze. "I'm gonna make it up to you," I continued, leaning in to give him a small peck on the lips, my heart racing with anticipation of what was to come.

With each breath, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musky aroma of desire, intensifying the longing pooling in my core.

I took a moment to reclaim my breath and composure, my eyes lingering on Zayne. The crisp lines of his black collared shirt and the snug fit of his work pants accentuated every contour of his masculine form, intensifying my desire and fuelling my determination to pleasure him even more.

Motivated by a surge of resolve, I pushed Zayne off the bed, compelling him to stand on the edge of it. Hastily, I seized the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to reveal his mighty erection in all its glory once again. Still positioned on all fours on the bed, I wasted no time in engulfing Zayne's throbbing member with my mouth, eagerly licking and sucking with fervour.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, I suckle and lick Zayne's throbbing shaft, my tongue tracing every vein and contour, coaxing moans of pleasure from deep within him. The taste of his skin, salty and intoxicating, dances across my senses, driving my hunger for him to new heights. As I lavish attention upon him, I allow my saliva to cascade down his length, glistening in the dim light of the room like liquid silk.

He gathers my hair into his firm grip, guiding it with care as I continue to lavish attention on his throbbing cock.

With each descent, I push myself to take him deeper, feeling the tension in his muscles as I brush against the back of my throat. The sensation of him stretching me, filling me, turning me on like never before. I embrace the gagging, the tightness, knowing that each vibration emanating from my mouth only serves to heighten his pleasure.

Through it all, I remain attuned to his responses, the subtle shifts in his breathing and the way his body tenses beneath my touch. I revel in the power I hold over him, the control I wield with each flick of my tongue and gentle suck. In this moment, I am his ultimate source of pleasure, and I am determined to leave him trembling with satisfaction.

Zayne took a moment to deliver a sharp spank to my ass, heightening the intensity of the moment, before allowing me to continue drooling and licking eagerly over every inch of his pulsating member. “So fucking needy for me”, he remarked, his voice filled with both lust and dominance.

His breath hitched with each eager stroke of my tongue, his arousal palpable in the air. With his hand still firmly gripping my hair, Zayne guides me in syncopated rhythm, each motion synchronised with his eager thrusts. The sensation of his commanding touch and the rhythm of our movements fuel my desire to please him further, driving me to new heights of arousal and surrender. I swirled my tongue over every inch of his tip and length, tracing the contours of his throbbing cock. With each lick, I could feel the veins pulsating beneath my touch, a tangible sign of his arousal and my effect on him.

“I love your cock, I love it I love it I love it,” I murmured, taking a brief pause from sucking to express my admiration. Then, with a subtle hum of pleasure, I resumed, each moan vibrating through him and further intensifying the pleasure.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, his tone dripping with amusement. Suddenly, he shoved my entire head and mouth onto his hard erection, ramming it deep—causing me to choke and gag. Despite the overwhelming sensation, he knows my limits and where to draw the line. “Choke on this,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority.

He withdrew his cock from my mouth and spat into it, the warm liquid mingling with my own saliva as he reclaimed his dominance—guiding his member deep into my mouth once more. For a few exhilarating seconds, he holds it there, allowing me to feel every pulsation, before withdrawing, leaving me gasping for air. Eyes watery, mouth drooling, I'm a trembling mess before Zayne, consumed by desire.

As my eyes roll backward from the intensity, the overwhelming sensation only heightens my craving for him, for the taste of his cock filling my mouth. I revel in the act of choking on his dick, each gasp for breath fuelling my arousal. My pussy throbs with need, aching for the feeling of him deep inside me. Zayne withdraws his dick from my mouth and then firmly grasps my cheeks, pulling my face close to his. His gaze pierces mine before claiming my lips with a hungry kiss. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes against my lips, his words dripping with raw desire.

"Please, fuck me," I pleaded, meeting his gaze with desperation and desire.

"Why? You don’t need it. You can cum on your own," Zayne teased, his words laced with a hint of punishment for my earlier transgression—having an orgasm without waiting for him.

I begged him even more fervently.

"Mmm, beg me more. I kinda like it," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. So I obeyed, my pleas growing more urgent. "Please, please, fuck me. I want to be your cum dumpster. I need your cock, Zayne. I need it inside of me,” I whimpered, my desperation palpable in evert word. My moans and pleas became increasingly frantic as my need for him grew more desperate.

The air crackled with tension as my words hung in the space between us.

Zayne moaned in response, his hunger evident as he caved in to my desire. With a commanding tone, he instructed me to remove my bra, and I complied without hesitation. Still on the bed before him, his erection throbbing with anticipation, he lifted me effortlessly from the bed, positioning me to straddle him. Facing each other, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his arousal against my skin. His arms and hands locked underneath my thighs, providing support as he carried me higher, his lips descending to suckle and tease my hardened nipples. The sensation was electrifying.

With a deliberate motion, he pressed me firmly against the wall near the bed, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies. As he slid his cock inside me, a wave of overwhelming sensation washed over me, rendering me breathless and powerless to resist. I moaned in response, my voice echoing in the room, as his movements grew increasingly fervent and needy.

With each thrust, he plunged deeper into me. My nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon imprints as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. I couldn't suppress my moans of pleasure, each one escaping my lips as I surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation of his cock inside me. My hands found their way into Zayne's hair, tugging gently as I arched my back, offering myself completely to him. His lips found mine in a fevered kiss, our breath mingling as our bodies moved in perfect sync. I bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour, the ecstasy building with each movement. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I held back, waiting for him to reach the brink of release. "I'm close," Zayne gasped, his breath ragged as he continued to grip my body tightly, driving us both towards ecstasy. "I'm on a pill. I need that cum buried deep inside me," I whispered, my voice barely above a breathy plea. With those words, Zayne's control shattered, his climax erupting with a powerful release as he emptied himself inside me—his cock driving even deeper. And soon after, I climaxed too.

The sensation of his warm seed filling me sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in pleasure as I rode out the waves of ecstasy. I could feel every pulse of his release, a delicious warmth spreading through me, mingling with the throbbing heat of my own climax. Even as the intensity of our climaxes subsided, I remained insatiable, eager to prolong the connection and savour every moment of our passion. With each movement, I guided his still-throbbing cock back inside me, circling my hips to ensure every drop of his cum was pumped deep within. Our bodies moved in a synchronized dance of desire, the rhythm of our lovemaking echoing through the room.

Zayne's expression was a blend of ecstasy and dazed—almost incredulous, that I still had the energy to keep him in such a state of bliss. He then lifted me, his cum dripping from my pussy to the floor, leaving me feeling simultaneously full and empty without his cock inside me. Despite the overwhelming sensations, he maintained his firm grip underneath my thighs, refusing to let go. He buried his face in my breasts, still riding the high of our shared climax.

Still carrying me, he guided us back onto the bed with gentle guidance. As we lay intertwined on the bed, his heartbeat resonating against my skin—enveloping me in a comforting embrace. Zayne's care and tenderness washed over me like a soothing balm. With tender kisses, he traced a path along my neck and shoulders, each touch a soothing balm to the lingering sensations of our lovemaking. His lips whispered words of affection and reassurance, filling the room with a sense of warmth and intimacy.

I nestled closer to him, feeling the weight of his body against mine, grounding me in the present moment.

“Don't tease me like that again,” he murmured in a low tone, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. I couldn't resist teasing him further. "Or what? You gonna punish me again?" I retorted, a mischievous glint in my eye as excitement bubbled within me. Zayne's smirk only widened as he cupped my face in his hands, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. "Come on, let’s go shower," he suggested, his tone laced with promise. "I'll make sure you learn your lesson properly this time."

My heart raced with excitement at the prospect of another round of playfulness with him. "Second round?" I suggested eagerly, a playful grin spreading across my face. "Yes, sirrrrr."

—by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖° 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

Editor’s note: i saw a meme on reddit and some parts were inspired by it 😀 also, i actually wanted to name this piece 'Midnight Tease' but ultimately chose Lace & Desire instead. What do you think? :) hope you enjoyed this one! ♡

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Maybe This Time - Part Five

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie can't sleep, and neither can you. Late night discussions ensue. Jessie and you unpack more of your past - and newly confessed feelings.

Warnings: None. Slight mentions of angst, but mostly tons of fluff!

A/N: Previous parts for this series can be found on my masterlist.

Jessie exhaled as she rolled onto her side, waking temporarily from her sleep. She hadn't even opened her eyes before a rush of recollections came to her from the night before.

You liked her in university. You liked her now. Or at least enough to agree to a date.

You were finally - finally - going on a date together. Jessie had waited for this moment for years.

Sure, she'd buried any hope for it for half of those years, but as soon as you came back into her life, everything she'd been distancing herself from came roaring back, and stronger so.

She belatedly realized she was smiling and she let out a contented sigh. She peeked an eye open to see it was still pitch black and she could hear Janine fast asleep.

Without warning, worry and concern started to encroach on the happiness Jessie was feeling.

What if it was really just a casual 'thing to do' to close out a funny story for you? What if you changed your mind? You didn't actually say how deep those feelings had gone way back when and certainly didn't say how deep they were now. Was she just setting herself up for disappointment?

She exhaled again in an effort to calm herself. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, but couldn't keep from reaching for her phone a moment later.

Her chest tightened when she saw a message from you. She didn't hesitate to open it.

"I can't sleep. And for the record, the feelings weren't short lived on my end either."

Jessie's breath hitched as she re-read your message and any lingering veil of drowsiness was now long gone. She swallowed and checked the time stamp. An hour ago.

Her thumb hovered over the screen as she debated whether to reply now or not. With a light huff she tapped out a reply.

"Tell me about these feelings."

She stared at your conversation for several moments, unknowingly holding her breath. She was about to turn off her phone and set it aside when you started to reply.

"You first, Fleming."

"Also. You should be sleeping. You have an early flight."

"Says you. I'm wide awake now. I can sleep on the plane."

"Why do I have to go first?"

"Lol. Hey, I took the first step here, so it's only fair that you tell me more.

"But I actually asked you out in the end. So I'd say we're even. It's your turn."

"It only took you - what - 8 years?"

"I'm teasing. I know it's more complicated than that."

"Slow off the line, but hey, at least you know I'm steady lol. And yeah, it's been complicated. But I don't mind."

"Are you trying to charm me?"

"Depends. Is it working?"

"It is. And it's worked many times before."

"Oh really? Now you definitely have to tell me more."

"Smooth. Well, I don't know, where do you want me to start?"

Start? There's that much? This was going to be way more interesting than Jessie even hoped.

"I guess we can start at the beginning. That art show - was that the first time a date ever came to mind?"

Jessie idly chewed on the corner of her thumb as her remained fixated on the screen and she awaited your response.

"Definitely not. I always thought you were cute and I found you really easy to talk to. So things just grew from there. And really, do you think I came to your games just because I wanted to watch football? lol."

"By the way. That reminds me. You never invited me to your games. I had to invite myself! So if you're wondering why I didn't think you had any interest in me - there's an example of why."

"Y/N. Come on. I didn't want to make a big thing out of it. It felt so cringy and showboat-y. I'm not like that and you know it. And you were busy. And you didn't like football! Why would I assume you'd want to spend 2-3 hours at a game?"

"Yeah, that's the part where you missed the whole concept that I liked you lol. That of course I'd want to show up and support you and learn more about what you're passionate about. Anyway, just saying, you played it awfully cool all the time. So yeah, after the art show incident, I guess it just felt like confirmation that I'd been trying too hard to read into things, so from there I just assumed it was a one-sided thing."

"I'm sorry. It definitely wasn't."

"I'm afraid to ask. But even when you were dating your exes, are you saying you liked me then?"

"If I'm being honest with myself, it's fairly obvious why my exes didn't like you. And it has nothing to do with you as a person - it was about my dynamic with you. I was upset with them at the time, but, truthfully, they had reason to criticize."

"Okay, your turn now."

"Wait – you didn't really answer. Are you saying you liked me when you were with your exes?"

"Yes lol that's exactly what I'm saying. I couldn't even admit it to myself at the time though. It just seemed pathetic when I knew - or thought I knew - that you didn't like me like that. I played it off like, "She's my friend! How dare you!" But, yeah, I came to you for things that I should've come to my girlfriends about. I'm sorry – looking back on this, it was really shitty of me to do that to you; counting on you for emotional support like a girlfriend might. Like when I was upset, when I was excited, you were the one I came to. That wasn't fair to you or them."

Jessie sighed. Those times did create a lot of angst for her. But, she also cherished being the one you trusted and relied on. It had been bittersweet, really. But this changed things entirely. You'd come to her like a girlfriend? Your words - not hers. It made her heart race.

"I really was your friend though. I mean, a friend who was head over heels for you, but a friend. And friends support each other. But I see what you're saying too. And it was hard sometimes being close with you, but not as more."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

Jessie couldn’t believe what she was reading. The revelations that were coming out challenged everything she’d known - or thought she’d known - for years. It was mind boggling and elation tingled in the tips of her fingers and toes. She had to be dreaming.

"I wish we were actually talking right now and not texting."

Jessie looked at the time before glancing over at Janine. She really shouldn't get up. But who was she kidding?

She carefully got out of bed and gingerly walked over to her things to slip on a pair of sweats over her shorts, grab a hoodie, shoes and the hotel key. She glanced back once more at Janine's sleeping form and tip-toed to the door, ever so slowly unlocking it – wincing when the deadbolt clicked open – and swiftly stepped out into the hall. She exhaled slowly as she kept the handle turned and softly closed the door.

She tied her hair back with the elastic around her wrist as she headed to the elevator and took it down to the main floor. A tight smile formed across her lips as she walked past the front desk on her way outside.

As the entrance doors slid closed behind her, she peered around and found a bench alongside the building, dimly lit by nearby streetlights. She took up a seat and called you.

The phone rang a couple of times before you picked up.

"Hello?"

Jessie smiled at your voice, hoarse with sleep.

"Did I wake you?" She asked.

"No, I just didn't expect you to actually call," you chuckled, your voice already clearing up. "How are you calling me, anyway? Did you go somewhere else?"

"Yeah," Jessie replied, stifling a yawn as she relaxed into the bench some. "I just went outside."

"Jess," you said, somewhere between chiding and impressed. "We could've kept texting. Or, you know, I could actually let you get some sleep."

"Sleep is for the weak," Jessie joked, twiddling with the tie of her hoodie.

"Since when? You were the one always keen to get a full night's sleep," you teased.

"Well," Jessie started slowly, feeling the push and pull of what she wanted to say next. "If it means I get to talk to you...I don’t mind losing a bit of sleep."

"Wow," you said, dragging the word out with a light laugh. Jessie's face flared with heat immediately. "I did not know you were such a charmer." As if you read Jessie's mind that had begun to swirl with anxiety, you went on, "Don’t get me wrong – I really like it. It’s just new, but in a great way."

Jessie huffed good naturedly as a small boost of confidence settled in. "That's fair. I mean, as we've covered, I didn't exactly make my feelings clear." She cracked a smirk. "Not such a loser, now, am I?"

"Loser?" You asked incredulously. "Why in the world would you say that?"

Jessie felt heat rushing to her face once more and she rubbed the back of her neck. "I don’t know. I just felt that way. Sometimes. Like – seeing all of these hot girls and guys hit on you whenever we were out, making you laugh, and swoon, and all I ever really could manage to do was offer to get a refill of whatever you were drinking or offer to let you copy my notes if you missed class."

"Jessie. You're ridiculous. You were the absolute farthest thing from a loser. My God. Let's be really clear about that. And 'swoon' is a strong word, okay? I did not swoon over anyone. Anyone that wasn't you, anyway," you finished with a faint lilt in your voice.

"Oh whatever," Jessie protested though her face felt even warmer now. "You most definitely didn't swoon over me. You don't have to pretend."

"Excuse me," your voice rising to match hers, "You were the smartest girl in class. And so cute. And witty. I know you think being shy was a bad thing - but I found you endearing for it. Made it that much more special when we became friends and you opened up around me. And, you know, jocks were never my type, but the fact that you coupled it with academic smarts and becoming one of the people I was closest to and trusted most – swoon worthy"

"Uh huh," Jessie dismissed though it felt like her head was buzzing now. She swallowed the excitement that was bubbling in her throat. "Well, all I can think about is that one night we were at that silly bar near campus and I got you a new drink – you took a sip, handed it back telling me to hold it for you, and then ran out on the dance floor with [another girl]."

”Oh my gosh,” you said, scandalized though both of you laughed. “Don’t you dare. Anytime I tried to get you to dance you always refused! You made it seem like torture anytime you had to! And it was my favourite song! I didn’t think you’d want to dance.”

"Right, sure," Jessie continued to tease, though your proclamations were accurate. "Well no worries – I held your drink and protected it with my life while you danced up on some other girl."

"Oh my God," you went on with a light laugh. "I'm sorry!" You clicked your tongue. "Listen, I can't change it, but what I can promise you is that next time we're out and I feel like dancing, we're dancing together. I won't take 'no' for an answer this time."

"Well hold on now," Jessie protested in jest, drawing another laugh out of you. She hummed and went on. "Kidding. I suppose I can put up with dancing if it's with you."

"You're making me blush," you told her. The way she laughed, she thought you were kidding, but it was true. "Well, I'd love that. Consider me flattered. I've been waiting a long time for it. Remember when [an ex] and I left abruptly during [a friend's] birthday because we were fighting?"

"Yeah," Jessie said, feeling a fleeting wave of aggravation at the recollection of that night. She remembered your ex storming out, you being in a foul mood and leaving shortly after.

"I mean, that was a shitty night. Too much drama. But anyway, [y/ex] was mad because she caught me looking at you from the dance floor one too many times. I never told you – for obvious reasons."

“Yeah right,” Jessie readily dismissed. She recalled maybe seeing you glance over now and then, but it didn’t mean anything.

"It's true," you refuted simply and unbothered. "I think you'll learn that there were a lot of moments like that."

"Well, I find that hard to believe. But I suppose," she relented. "And there are definitely a lot of moments like that from my side, too."

"Tell me one," you said before quickly adding, "Well. I want to know them all, but I'll go easy on you for now. Let's start with one."

Jessie shuffled down in the seat of the bench and played with the seam of her sweats. She pursed her lips together as she rifled through memories until her mind hitched on one, a twinge going through her chest at the mere recollection of it. She went to consider other options, but whether it was the desire to keep ensuring things were different this time or maybe it was just the lull of night lowering her inhibitions, she decided to stick with this memory. She cleared her throat.

"Uh. I guess graduation comes to mind. Not convocation itself, but, you know, that last night we saw each other before I moved," Jessie started, her eyes on the ground as she began now distractedly picking at the wooden slats of the bench.

"I remember that," you said, your voice more somber than before.

"Yeah," Jessie said simply before a stilted laugh escaped her. "That was a hard night."

"Tell me," you gently encouraged.

Jessie exhaled quietly, giving a listless shrug before stating very matter of fact, "I thought it was the last time I'd ever see you."

Her chest was tight and her body felt heavy as the memories and emotions flooded back. She knew every detail of you that night – she'd wanted to remember every aspect and hold it close. Despite the fact that all these other truths were being revealed now, it didn't undo how heartbroken Jessie had felt at that time.

"Don't you start – then I'm going to cry," you told Jessie as your eyes grew watery and you forced a short laugh.

Jessie tried to laugh, too, but it was feeble at best and instead she felt more tears welling. She tried to muster another laugh, but it came out as more of a sob as you watched her and your lip soon quivered.

"Come here," you said, voice tight as you opened your arms to her.

The two of you collided into each other as you both rushed into the hug. Much to her contempt, Jessie began sniffling immediately and her shoulders shook with sobs, pulling a watery laugh out of you as you gave her a squeeze. The squeeze was encouragement enough for Jessie to tighten her grip on you – clutching you almost desperately in her arms and terrified to let you go.

"Jess," you said, your voice barely audible as you waded through emotion.

Another sob escaped Jessie as she pulled you even tighter to her. She felt your body shudder as your own tears overtook you.

"I'm so proud of you," you managed to say through tears, your head resting against Jessie's. "You're going to do amazing things – even more than you've already done. I’m just going to miss you like hell." You finished with a sad laugh.

Jessie subconsciously dug her fingers into your back. "I'm going to miss you, too," was all she could manage through her tears. You sniffled.

"If you need someone to keep you grounded when you're an even bigger superstar than you are now, you just give me a call," you laughed.

Jessie felt words burning in her throat and she felt powerless to stop them. They were words she'd said to you before – more specifically, returned to you. Anytime you said them to her – flippantly or otherwise, regardless, never the way she wanted you to say them. This time, she allowed herself to say them the way she really felt them.

"I love you," she said, tucking her chin against you. "So much." She felt like her chest was about to explode and she bit down hard on her lip as she looked up to the sky and tried to fight off this persistent stream of tears.

"I love you, too," you returned, voice still thick with emotion, but a light laugh punctuating your reciprocation.

Jessie chest panged once more.

"Text me as soon as you land, okay?" You told Jessie as you pulled away from the hug. Jessie's touch lingered until she forced herself to let go.

She sniffled and nodded, wiping irritably at the next tear that fell. "I will."

"And I know you're going to be super busy, but let me know when I could come by for a visit," you said brightly through your remaining tears. You forced another laugh. "Look at me – I'd never been to a football game in my life until I met you. And now I'm offering to fly halfway around the world to watch you play."

Jessie mustered up a smile, blinking back more tears. "Yeah, I'll let you know." She knew she wouldn't and it broke her heart to lie to you.

"Okay," you said as you nodded, smiling bravely for her. "I know you have to go, so I won't keep you. We'll talk soon. Have a good flight tomorrow, okay? I love you."

Jessie swallowed and returned a brave smile of her own. "I love you, too."

She was startled from her thoughts as you spoke.

"Really? We said we'd visit each other."

"I know," she replied, wisps of guilt setting in. "I just-" She took a breath as she worked to find the words. "it was hard...being only your friend. I, I think I knew that moving to London, that I needed to move on. I'm sorry I didn't know a better way to do it," she finished quietly.

"Ah," you voiced, taking a couple of seconds. "I understand. I'm sorry it was so painful – the last thing I would've ever wanted is to hurt you."

"No, you don't need to apologize," Jessie assured you. "I know you weren't trying to hurt me." She took a breath. "I owe you an apology."

"Hm? Why?" You asked, perplexed.

"You know how you asked me recently why we stopped talking?" She asked. "I wasn't being fully honest with you. I knew I was pushing you away. And I'm sorry – for then and for now, for acting like I didn't know any better. I knew I was hurting you. I just...I didn't know how to move on if you were still in my life."

Jessie felt emotions rising in her chest and she continued.

"I know it probably doesn't mean anything. But, it broke my heart to do it. I was miserable. And it was so hard to not talk to you – to tell you about my day, big things and small, and to not hear about yours. To not know how you were doing. I missed you more than you know."

The line was silent for a few, heavy seconds and Jessie felt her anxiety start to build. Her throat was dry and she was about to speak when you cut in.

"Sorry. I just wish I was there. Or you were here," you said, relieving Jessie of her concerns immediately. "I just wish I could hug you, because you don’t need to apologize. I'm not upset with you. Thank you – for being honest with me. Maybe this isn't right, but it makes me feel so much better to know what was actually happening. I hate that you were hurting, and it hurt me too at the time, but, all of this just makes me excited for what we're trying to explore now."

A smile had spread across Jessie's face. "Good. Me too. And yeah," her smile grew and she picked at the bench once more. "I wish we were together right now, too." She meant to leave room for you to reply, but her nerves got the better of her and she talked on. "But anyway, next weekend will come soon enough."

You chuckled. "I guess that's true. It's been 8 years – what's another week."

"Exactly," she laughed, unable to fully quiet the smile on her face. She glanced up, idly noting the subtle change in the colour of the sky. "Shit. I hate to do this, but I should probably go. The sun's starting to come up."

"Oh my gosh, of course. Don't worry about it. Thank you. For calling me. You really didn't need to, but, I really enjoyed talking with you."

"Don't mention it," Jessie replied, cheeks starting to strain with how much she was smiling. "I love talking with you. You know that."

"I do," you told her. "I'm very lucky. Now go. This can't turn into those nights where we just keep talking and talking despite saying 'bye' a dozen times and then one of us just falls asleep at the other's place," you finished with a laugh. Jessie remembered those nights well.

"No, I'm not ready to answer the line of questions that would come up if the team found me asleep on this bench," she joked. She smiled further at the laugh it drew from you.

"No way. But you better brace yourself for the questions Janine's going to throw at you. It would just be way too easy if she sleeps through it all."

"Yeah," Jessie rolled her eyes affectionately. "You're probably right." She straightened up and slapped a hand down purposefully on her leg. "Okay, I'm going now. But, it was great talking with you. For the second time tonight," she added with a chuckle. Her face began to warm. "Hopefully you can still get some sleep tonight. Um, sweet dreams."

"Well, if they're of you, then they certainly will be," you teased, causing Jessie's face to flare up even more. "I hope you can get some sleep too. If not, then hopefully you can sleep on the plane. Text me when you can. Oh, and don't think I didn't catch that you said you were 'head over heels' for me," your voice light and teasing. "We'll unpack that next time we talk."

"Y/N!" Jessie exclaimed, but the line had gone dead. She glanced at her phone, mouth agape at how you'd hung up on her. A text came through.

"Goodnight! (morning?) Sweet dreams, Jess. 😘"

A/N: Part Six (finale) available here.

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enviedear · 10 months

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Hii I’m loving your Billy the kid works, almost no one is writing him 🙄 as much as I’m sadly enjoying this corio, you’re so real for saying Billy would be a gentleman

That’s why I’m requesting like a first date sort of thing, Billy had his eyes on you since the first day you come to town, you’re not really known for anything but a business man’s daughter, everyday you go on your usual paper run and any other necessities your father or mother may ask for and Billy can’t stop thinking about you, he might follow you into the store maybe sometimes help you get something off the high shelf you need etc.

I try and be specific or just help - it’s sort of a weird start up for you to use if you would like but i would really appreciate the main idea of ‘first date gentleman’ I appreciate you looking over this request xx

first date with billy bonney...

same bestie, coriolanus is fine but billy does it better… lmao. but i love this idea sm! i did it as hc's though just because i thought i’d be more cohesive lol, i hope you like it!

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— the first time billy sees you stroll into town, dressed nice and smile sweet, he'd be completely taken. he'd waste no time asking around about you.

"her? that's the new businessman's daughter. pretty as she is, she's spoiled rotten." jesse would tell him, apt to 'warn' his friend of you. but billy doesn't pay any of his slander mind, continuing to let his eyes follow you until you're out of sight.

— the first time he ends up speaking to you he feels drunk. he's trying his best to sound confident and not like a nervous schoolboy. he tells you you're beautiful four separate times in the conversation and forgets his entire objective—asking you out. he can't even beat himself up about it much though, because your lips gave his reddened cheek a sweet peck as you said goodbye.

"it was so nice to meet you, billy bonney." you say, inclining on your toes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. pulling away, you smile, "i'll see you around." billy has a pleasantly shocked look on his face, "goodbye, darlin'."

— after the first meeting, he's riding into town much more frequently. he likes having an excuse to run into you, another chance to make his intentions known to you.

— he'll escort you into the general store if you're alone. helping you grab the tin cans you can't reach from the tall shelves, carrying the goods you bought all the way back to your home.

— it's his third time doing it for you when he finally caves into the incessant barking in his head to, 'have you', he's confessing how much he loves you on your front porch. he doesn't stutter once when he's speaking, eyes completely focused in on you.

"you're real sweet, darling— i'd love to spend time with you. maybe take you out ridin', hell, whatever you want so long as i get to be there." you'd be fighting a lovesick smile throughout his whole speech.

— when he finally keeps quiet long enough for you to respond, you give him a ditzy grin before shaking your head yes. his eyes would light up, fingers interlocking your own, and he'd let out a hum of approval.

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ghoulsbounty · 4 months

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OMG IM SO EXCITED TO FIND SOMEONE WHO’LL WRITE BOYD CROWDER.

Can I request some fluff about going to sleep with Boyd (like actually sleeping lol), like him and the reader have a fun and flirty relationship and she knows about his criminal enterprises (S4 vibes with the pocket watch UGH). Maybe he comes home late or something and is just all over the reader but not in a sexual way, just like a missing and wanting to be close to her way.

Out Of Time

Boyd Crowder x GN!Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for season 4, a little angst if you squint but just pure comfort and fluff (Boyd is in love)

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Anon, thank you for my first Boyd request and simultaneously igniting a burning passion within me to write more for this man. I kept the reader GN because there wasn't really any need for gender descriptors, and yes I did make that gif just for this fic 🫡 I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

Boyd sat silently on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on your tranquil, sleeping form. The mattress creaked softly under his weight, causing your steady breathing to hitch momentarily before settling back into a gentle rhythm. He brushed his fingers across your cheek, a surge of longing filling his heart. He had missed you. Those brief moments in the mornings, stolen before you left for work or he had to attend to his business, were never enough. Yet, he cherished every fleeting second, treasuring these quiet moments when he could simply watch over you.

He knew you held no resentment towards him, not even when he returned home later than promised, body weary and mind burdened by his actions, like tonight, and countless other nights. He understood that you wouldn't pry, wouldn't demand every detail of his whereabouts, because that wasn't your way, and for that, he was deeply grateful. It meant you could stay just a little bit safer. You never asked for more than he could offer, only requesting that he come back to you when he could, to reassure you of his presence, to let you know he was still breathing.

Of course, he would. He'd move heaven and earth, and blow the top off that damn mountain just to fulfil his promise to you. No matter the challenges, he would find his way back to you, and you'd greet him with open arms, washing away his sins and soothing his wounds with tender kisses. You'd offer him everything a man like him could ever desire, and he knew deep down he never deserved it.

He didn't allow himself to linger on the thought of not being worthy of you. You'd never insinuated it, not even during the fiercest arguments. You never stooped to using his vulnerabilities against him. It was evident to all that Boyd's Achilles' heel was you, yet you always made him feel invincible, as though he could stand against any adversary in Harlan County. And there were many, especially with the Oxy trade dwindling with the arrival of the new preacher and the drastic measures Boyd had to employ to protect not just his business, but your shared future together.

You often credited Boyd with rescuing you from a life confined to cleaning tables in seedy bars, but the truth was far deeper: you had saved him. Boyd harboured no illusions about his criminal past; he knew the trajectory it set for his future. Yet, it was you who prevented him from plunging too deeply into the shadows of his upbringing. The thought of returning home to you, regardless of the hour, was the sole beacon that guided him through the gruelling days of battling for control over Harlan County. He fought not just for the people or for himself, but for you, and for the possibility of a family you might one day bless him with —that was what made every struggle worthwhile.

You stirred beneath his touch, your lashes fluttering as your eyes slowly opened, bleary and seeking. A smile graced your lips as you spotted him, reaching out to rest your hand on his thigh, as if confirming he was really there.

"Was wondering when I'd see you," you murmured, your voice husky with sleep. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Time ran away from me," he confessed, his gaze soft as he regarded you. "I'm sorry, darlin'."

You studied him for a moment, the urge to inquire further tugging at your thoughts before you decided to let it go. "Time can be a tricky thing."

Allowing him to guide you up, you melted into his embrace as he held you close. His gentle fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, smoothing the fabric of his shirt that you wore to bed each night under his touch.

"I left dinner for you in the fridge," you reminded him, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes. "I'll join you."

He shook his head, drawing you back into his arms. "Not hungry," he murmured, planting a soft kiss on your neck. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Well, you failed miserably," you teased, a playful chuckle escaping your lips as he shook you in his hold around your waist. You could feel his smile against your skin. "How could I sleep with you hovering over me like a ghost?"

He chuckled, releasing you and gently nudging your shoulder. You settled back against the pillows, observing him as he rose from the bed.

"You'd scold me if I didn't kiss you goodnight," he remarked, a fond smile on his lips as he removed his pocket watch and set it on the bedside table. He held your gaze as he began to unbutton his waistcoat. "You ask every morning."

You hummed in agreement, running your thumb over the smooth surface of the brass watch. In the early days, you had made it a habit to stay awake during Boyd's late nights, eager to be alert in case his dealings took a dangerous turn and he needed to be patched up. It had occurred a few times, though not recently. Boyd Crowder was the sharpest mind in Harlan—few managed to outsmart him.

Your new job had demanded more from you, and though you had offered to resign, Boyd had insisted that one of you must earn through legitimate means. He had encouraged you to attend training school, funded the evening studies through unconventional channels and sang about how this new role was going to be a step in cementing the future you'd both dreamed of. Nevertheless, it had taken a toll on you, and you found yourself less vigilant than you were before, despite the anxiety that had kept you alert during those initial months, worrying about his safety.

He didn't mind, of course. He reassured you that he was simply grateful to return home to you, for the comfort and warmth you provided him, and for the graciousness with which you welcomed his associates, despite your reluctance for your home to serve as a meeting place during desperate times. He never made you feel inadequate, even when he was out risking his life to carve out a brighter future for both of you.

You had both settled into a familiar routine, one that left you both yearning for more but ultimately grateful when the day ended and you found solace in each other's embrace.

As the covers shifted, a chill swept over you, but Boyd swiftly slid beneath them, now dressed only in his underwear, and nestled closer to you. He gently retrieved the pocket watch from your hand, leaning over to place it back on the table, before wrapping his arm around your waist. You lay on your back, gazing up at the ceiling, your fingers tangling in his thick hair as he nestled against your chest, finding comfort in your embrace.

A myriad of thoughts raced through your mind, a multitude of questions that remained unspoken as you focused on the steady rhythm of your shared breaths. Sometimes, you felt the urge to uncover everything, to strip away all secrecy and confront the raw reality of what Boyd endured each day. Yet, you quickly reminded yourself—that wasn't your place. Your role was to support him while maintaining a certain level of ignorance. It was crucial, Boyd had insisted, in case you were ever questioned about him. Which you were, often, if not by nosy neighbours from the holler then by your lawman colleagues. You had been prepared for every instance though, it was Boyd who had thrown you into the belly of the beast after all.

You loved Boyd deeply, trusting him with your life because you understood it was the thing he valued most. If he required you to play a part, then that's what you would do. You'd remain silent, tend to his wounds, and hold him close, serving as the anchor he needed to prevent him from drifting too far out to sea.

His lips traced a tantalizing path over your collar bone, up your neck, and across your chin until they met yours in a soft, lingering kiss. A contented sigh escaped you as you melted into him, his hand exploring the contours of your body, caressing your side, gliding over your stomach, and tracing down your thigh. He grasped, stroked, and savoured every inch of you, his tongue intertwining with yours in a passionate dance.

Your hand slipped from his hair, instead cupping one cheek as the other tenderly stroked his jaw, rough with the stubble that grazed your thumb. He moaned against your lips, a sound laden with desire and need, but reluctantly pulled away, pressing one final kiss against the corner of your mouth before meeting your gaze with weary eyes.

"How long do I have you for?" he inquired, his voice heavy with longing, and you glanced over to the clock beside the bed. The red digits stared back at you, marking the finite moments of your togetherness as you let out a resigned sigh.

"Four hours," you replied, meeting his gaze once more. He nodded, a solemn smile touching his lips as he sank back onto the mattress. Extending his arm, he invited you to snuggle against his chest, and you accepted, finding solace in the warmth.

"What if you didn't go?" he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, his fingers tracing soothing circles on the top of your arm. You chuckled softly, tightening your embrace around him as the notion settled into your mind.

"I'm not sure the Harlan County Sheriff's Department would appreciate their employees playing hooky," you replied with a teasing grin. "Even if it's just a lowly trainee like me."

"Oh, I'm sure Mr. Parlow could manage without you for one day," he replied with a playful smile, then his expression turned mischievous as he looked down at you. "Perhaps I could persuade him, given our history."

You shook your head, a glint of amusement dancing in your eyes. Boyd always teased about using his influence to manipulate your work schedule—leaving early, extending your lunch break—but you were adamant about keeping your relationship with him separate from your professional life, regardless of his hand in it. You knew he could pull strings if you asked, but it was important to maintain a sense of independence.

"You did mention we needed to keep Shelby on our side," you reminded him with a playful smile. "I'm pretty sure that's how I ended up agreeing to those early shifts in the first place."

He chuckled softly and leaned in to press another kiss to your nose. "You've got me there, darlin'," he admitted, his voice tinged with affection. "Just wish I had more time with you, is all," he whispered, his thumb gently tracing along your lip before stroking down your chin.

You bit your lip, weighing the possibilities and outcomes in your mind as you gazed up at him. "Perhaps just the morning wouldn't hurt. I'll bring them coffee to make it up—do you think that'll help? Maybe Shelby won't be too upset," you proposed, searching his eyes for reassurance. His gaze softened, a bright grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, baby, I don't think anybody could stay mad at you," he declared in wonderment, and you couldn't help but chuckle. He wasn't merely being sweet—being Boyd Crowder's partner came with its perks as well as its drawbacks, one being that those who didn't want to cross him tended to steer clear of you. It seemed that extended to the Sheriff's department as well.

"I'll call in the morning," you decided, determination firm in your voice.

You rested your head back against his chest, snuggling closer into him as his arms enveloped you, his chin resting atop your head as he spoke softly. "I do believe this'll be the best sleep I've had in a while."

You smiled contentedly against him, feeling the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the embrace of sleep, your dreams filled with the promise of the morning ahead, shared with Boyd, where every moment, no matter how seemingly ordinary, was something to look forward to.

#boyd crowder x reader #boyd crowder x gn!reader #boyd crowder imagine #boyd crowder fic #fic request #walton goggins #gn reader #justified #justified fx #justified fanfic #justified x reader #fluff fic #comfort fic

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OnK Chapter 158 Thoughts

This is literally me every time Akane shows up 😭

It was so cute to see Ruby so happy to see Akane! It feels like the two must have grown close again off-panel after this happened:

Akane looks so cute, too 😭

Onto the more pressing matters, first thing that caught my eye was that the concert took place in Miyazaki, aka the town where Goro & Sarina lived and died. According to Akane, she had "some business" there. This business is quite obviously not something she is keen to discuss, considering her reaction.

Could the business be keeping tabs on our resident psycho, the one and only Nino?

To be perfect honest, I'd also hope that "business" involves Akane doing some digging about Goro...

...But since I've gotten used to not having nice things in this manga, I'll just settle for Akane tailing Nino and keeping an eye on her, because that feels like the in-character thing for her to do.

So we could say that the beginning of the chapter establishes that Akane may be tailing Nino.

That's one thing to keep in mind.

Moving on, Akane says that she "might not be able to make it" to the Christmas concert. The very concert Kana will Graduate in. The one where Kana is expecting a reply from Aqua.

Akane (and her now patented ^^ smile) is vague enough that we can read it in various ways. Could it be that Akane doesn't quite want to watch the concert where she's expecting Kana and Aqua to get together? Or could it be that she has something more important to do that day?

And if she does, could that involve the 'Happy Ending' she and Aqua discussed two chapters ago?

That's another thing to keep in mind.

Speaking about Aqua, since Christmas in Japan is a holiday for couples, we get this very funny, very interesting panel from Ruby, who looks anything but supportive at the thought of Akane dating someone new lol

Looks like Ruby isn't too keen on Akane moving on from her precious brother. It's up in the air whether that's just Ruby being a brocon or because Akane still has her seal of approval to date him, though.

Akane really has this fake smile down to an art lmao

Next we get an Akane monologue where we're told that despite Kana being a force to be reckoned with, she can't match up to Ruby, who outshines her.

When I read those words, they automatically reminded me of Nino, who went through the same thing with Ai. Fittingly enough, we later get this Nino panel, where Memcho's face is obscured and only Ruby and Kana can be seen.

We also happen to get this ominous panel where Akane shows she's aware that there are people out there who want to "destroy" Ruby's sparkle. This is another thing to keep in mind.

I'm curious as to what Ruby was about to say when the scene cuts to Nino, but I won't speculate about it. Tsukuyomi's monologue was also interesting, in the sense that it tells us how Aqua's, Nino's and Kamiki's love for Ai has gotten all twisted.

Next thing we know, we get a timeskip. Aka has literally timeskipped us straight to Christmas, aka Kana's graduation concert.

The rushed pacing alone would've been hilarious if it weren't for what happens next.

Let's summarize everything Aka has established in the past few chapters up to now, shall we?

Aqua and Akane know that Nino is behind all the deaths in the manga. We have no idea how they realized this, but Aka took the time to show that they magically knew it. We're thus led to believe that this is important.

Akane wants to ensure everyone's future holds a happy ending, and Aqua is aware of this. Considering that both of them outright discuss Nino, we're led to assume that they may team up to make sure she's dealt with.

To this end, Akane may be, quite literally, tailing Nino.

Meanwhile, Ruby herself is being constantly watched by Miyako and Ichigo, to the point she says she doesn't have a single second of alone time.

Moreover, Akane pretty much summarizes in this chapter why Nino would target Ruby.

So I must ask:

Taking all of this into account, in what world does this make any sense at all?

The door even had a window! A window!

And even if it isn't see-through, we've been told over and over again that idols need to have keychains and security systems to protect themselves from crazy fans. Ai herself says so.

So in what world does it make sense for Ruby to get stabbed like that?? lol

Now, the stab in and of itself is anything but surprising. The manga hasn't exactly been subtle lately about Ruby likely becoming Nino's target. Some of us thought that Gotanda's line about Kana protecting Ruby was foreshadowing and that Kana would tank the stab for Ruby. Others thought that Kamiki would be the one to step in to save his daughter, one good deed to help atone for his past wrongs.

Whatever the case, despite our personal preferences and hopes for this manga, we all knew that Ruby was in danger and that someone would be getting stabbed. Some of us even expected it to happen this week because it's the week where Sayahime would be getting slashed in the manga lmao

So how am I supposed to believe that Aqua and Akane, who somehow even figured out Nino killed Yura and thus her motif, didn't take the necessary measures to not let it happen? lol

Even the lead up to it is... bland. Forced. Nonsensical. Why isn't Ruby shown curiously peeking at the door just like Ai would've done? Why don't we see her behaving normally at all before she opens the door?

The stab page is pretty much a copy-paste from Ai's, so why not go all the way and have a repeat of these panels, too?

This all could be explained by forced, bad writing — an Aka staple, certainly. And I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. In fact all of this must sound silly coming from me, since I've been laughing about Aka's mess for weeks now. But biased as I am, I'm kind of forced to take the bad writing more seriously when my favorite character is directly impacted by it 😂

So I'd like to think that Akane and Aqua did see this coming and that they have a contingency plan. In fact, I'd even go as far as saying that I'd like to believe that the stab itself is staged. There are certainly enough weird things about it to make room for that possibility. The first thing I wondered about when the leaks dropped was if it could be someone pretending to be Ruby to trick Nino, and the lead-up to the stab does leave room for that possibility imo

Akane (or Aqua) with a wig, or even Ruby herself but aware of the plan — I would literally take anything at this point except the very empty, very forced scenario where Ruby truly just got stabbed because everything established in the previous chapters suddenly ceased to matter lol Heck, I'd even take Akane using a prop knife to give Ruby a scare and force Miyako & Ichigo to take measures to keep Ruby safe during the concert. Would it be silly? Absolutely. But this entire situation is already silly as it is, so I'll settle for the lesser evil lol

The story can't keep making Aqua & Akane ridiculously intelligent when it suits it, and normal when it doesn't. It's inconsistent and most of all, it's unnecessary. They could just as well have figured it out after the fact, alongside the reader, which would have drastically increased the emotional impact of the Nino reveal from: predictable and rushed to predictable but impactful.

If this was done so that Aqua and Akane can question themselves and their desire to shoulder the darkness to protect others, couldn't this be done in a better way? Because as it is, if everything is just as it seems, then Aka has deliberately kept Aqua and Akane from growing just so he can force them to do so through shock value alone.

I know I always say that I don't like predicting Aka, but I thought it'd be revealed that they had enlisted everyone's help to deliberately lure Nino into targeting Ruby during the Christmas concert, and that they would catch her red-handed before she could hurt Ruby. Since I figured that Aka may want someone to get stabbed anyway so that Aqua could put his medical knowledge to use, I thought that something would go wrong during the confrontation with Nino and that she would manage to hurt someone either way.

Maybe it was my mistake to expect any sort of consistency from Aka. Time and time again he shows that all he cares about is his perfect timing, and so characters will do whatever they have to do and will be kept as stagnant as they need to be in order for their development to happen only when that perfect timing has been reached. Like the way he rushed and rushed just so the stab could happen at the same time as the Saya slashing in the anime.

I do wonder though, aside from Ruby being immortalized as the ultimate idol through surviving the same attack Ai died from (and Kana's graduation happening at the Dome, because who wouldn't want B-Komachi at the Dome after this), what would be the point of this? Will Aqua magically get there in time so he can use his medic knowledge? Will Tsukuyomi perform a miracle? Or will we get a few chapters of people crying over Ruby's hospital bed while Nino keeps being crazy in the background?

No matter how I look at it, I feel like the only scenario where the writing is (somewhat) salvaged is the one where things aren't as they seem and this is all part of a plan we aren't privy to. Making Nino think that she has killed Ruby, only for Ruby to get on-stage brighter than ever would be a pretty cool twist.

If there is no twist though, then characters were made to look circumstantially dumb and incompetent just so Aka can have some last hurrah in the form of forced drama lol

So yeah, as per usual, I'll be hoping for the better option out of the two while preparing myself for the worst outcome.

Edit: I literally forgot KAMIKI lmao if not Aqua and Akane, KAMIKI should know that Nino is definitely going to go after Ruby. Why would he just sit on his butt and let it happen??

If there's no twist at all, this will seriously be an all-out character massacre 💀

#fandom: onk #and of course there's a break next week #so that'll be two weeks of hoping that maybe just maybe aka won't hit rock bottom as a writer lmao #I've been putting up with it every week for akane and because it's ending soon #but at this rate aka's breaks will keep this going until like may next year #I refuse to put up with the bad writing for that long lmao 😭#so yeah if there's really no twist behind this chapter #I'll keep reading until S2 ends and then I'll drop it so I can binge read it next year once it's finally over lol

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Will there be a chance where the brothers finally realize that not all humans are bad? And how? I mean there gotta be a way for them to " hang out " with April and realize " oh man she's cool! I can't believe i thought she's bad! ".

The brother's WILL eventually have the whole "Are WE the bad guys??" realization, which includes getting to know and befriending April, so yes, she'd at least play a role in that! I mentioned in an earlier post that Mikey keeps trying to get Donnie to hang out with them to get him on their side, and at first he'd insist on excluding April from that to "get him away from human influence". Except Donnie is Attached to April, and vice versa. And April isn't too keen on just leaving Donnie unattended with his weirdo evil brothers who might try to kidnap him or something, so eventually Mikey'd relent and agree to let April stick around for their hangouts. His plan at that point would be to try to catch April in the act of mistreating Donnie, which she doesn't of course, but Mikey's convinced that she's evil and spending time with her would be the perfect time to gather proof of that! But that would just eventually lead to Mikey realizing that, damn, this human girl is kinda nice?? Why is she nice???

(Also, keep in mind that most of these "hangouts" just consist of Donnie being outside minding his business when Mikey shows up out of nowhere and starts pestering him, Donnie mostly just tries to ignore Mikey lol)

That being said, I think the Donnie's brothers would all come to the realization that they're on the wrong side at different times and through different means. My first instinct would be to have Mikey be the first to have a change of heart, considering he's usually the moral compass. But then I figured it'd be much more interesting to have him be the last of his brothers to switch sides. Mikey has a very strong sense of justice, and if he's so convinced that he's doing the right thing (as he is in this AU) he might honestly have the hardest time to come to terms with the fact that he's been doing something bad this entire time. Basically, Mikey is who you'd expect to turn to goodnes first, which means it's more fun to the opposite! >:D

On the flipside, I've already established that Leo and Donnie do NOT get along at all in this AU at first........ so obviously Leo is the first to eventually turn over to Donnies side! Again, reverting expectations is fun, but also Leo is shown in canon to be pretty observant and a critical thinker (.....sometimes) and I'd like to think he'd be the first to question the validity of Draxum's worldview.

#Tiz Sep AU #tizel talk #tmnt #rottmnt

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i-willstealyourtoes · 3 months

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Could u possibly write a Hunter x Reader where the reader is friends with Cid so Hunter immediately assumes they're a horrible person, when in reality they're just a caretaker for their twin siblings and are just trying to get by

I've been thinking about this for days now and I'd love to see it written out (my writing is horrid lol)

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been rlly tryna push though my lack of motivation 😭

Hunter with caretaker!Reader

- When Hunter firsts sees you in the bar, it's easy for him to assume that you're, well..

- Just as much of a good person as Cid

- And for that reason, he keeps contact to a minimum

- Only talking to you when needed, answering in short, cold sentences when in a conversation with you

- He especially keeps careful when with Omega

- Of course, she can handle herself, but he doesn't want her interacting too much with Cid, let alone anyone like her

- This keeps on for a while, until he has to leave Omega at Cid's again

- When he comes back, he's greeted by a surprising image

- Omega was happily chatting away with you, and you were reciprocating just fine

- He doesn't immediately trust you, but it certainly interests him

- Ever since then, Omega had been trying to convince Hunter that you're actually a great person

- Until one day, it's late and he finally decided to talk to you

- "You're good with kids.."

- He would start off, almost with a tone of surprise in his voice

- You're a friend of Cid, how can you be good with kids?

- But then you explain about how you have to work for Cid to provide for your younger siblings

- And he feels

- Kind of horrible, to be honest

- Here he was, assuming you were a bad person, when you were almost like him, just trying to get enough money to provide for your family

- He doesn't really apologise, since you didn't know what he thought of you, but you can feel him warm up to you after that

- He lets Omega talk to you whenever, if anything, he prefers when you two are together than Omega just staying back at Cid's alone or with anyone else

- He'll talk to you more openly, occasionally asking you for advice on how to handle kids

- Most importantly, if he gets any spare money (which is rare, I know), he tries to give it to you

- "Here. As thanks for watching over Omega when we're gone."

- He wants to support you more, since he knows your struggle, but he can only really give you a little money

- I feel like he wouldn't immediately try to romance you, since he's busy with work and family, and you're busy with work and family

- But he keeps the idea of you two in his mind, as some sort of comfort when he sleeps

- When they find Pabu, Omega immediately suggests they bring you and your siblings along (Hunter was already thinking of this before Omega even suggested it)

- And since they're already freeing themselves from Cid, they could do it again...

- So they do, and let you and your siblings settle down on the island

- It's... so much better than the living conditions on Ord Mantell

- Plus, now Omega gets to meet your younger siblings and hang out with them!!

- Hunter doesn't say anything, but it warms his heart to see Omega with other kids, watching them play with you and him sitting back

- He still doesn't want to confess to you, since he still has things to do

- But moments like these, he feels at home, having you with him and Omega and the other kids happy

- Maybe after/during S3, he gives a very awkward confession, even though at that point you're unknowingly dating already

- But he wants to make it official, so you two can settle down on Pabu comfortably

#x reader #x reader headcanons #the bad batch #tbb #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #hunter bad batch #hunter #tbb hunter #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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hello gorgeous! if you don't mind modern au, i have an idea. if you don't feel like writing anything it'd be great to hear your thoughts abt it. daemon x wife!reader (who's somehow connected with magic but not targaryen) who are devoted to each other like madly in love. before daemon has to go to war they're saying goodbyes kissing, crying and not being able to let the other go. feeling like something's off he says smth like "i'll find you in another life. i'll find you in any time we'll be existing. i will love you any time i am alive" (in high valyrian or calling her some name in it) kissing her knuckles and going away. unfortunately, he was right. reader died some way while he was away and he remains faithful to her for the rest of his life (oc but whatever) and in the modern world he does find her. maybe targaryens are some sort of royal family, maybe they keep a family business or an ordinary family with lots of relatives. but he fins the reader and they somehow just feel. sorry if it's too much. i'd really like to read something about it but it absolutely ok if you don't feel like it. thank u in advance! take care!

Waiting For A Lifetime

Part 1 2 3 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader cos it just sorta happened

Summary: Overcome by grief, Daemon turned to black magic to revive you. Moved by pity, the witch who casted the spell promised you would live until you met your love again in his next life.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Modern AU, fem!reader, mentions/depictions of death/still birth/war, my pretty boy aegon whom i would die for, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i saw this last night when i woke up in the middle of my sleep and couldn't stop thinking about it. I changed a lot about your req nonnie. I do hope you still like it though. I absolutely could not help myself with this one and I got so carried away T_T also a lot of facts about the Targaryens have distorted so just just just roll with it ok ok ok thank you And yes i know this is a gif from the crown but i love it so much the hat falling off the kiss ITS EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE HERRRRRRRRRRRRR also i do acknowledge the fact that this anon came to me with this idea after i reblogged this amazing moodboard sooooo yeah i think this post sparked this fic idea lol ALSO ALSO ALSO 2022 MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! LOVE YA ALL imagine seeing this post in like 2032 or smth shit thats like 35 years from now Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony pssst i made p2 "Never Before"

Daemon's face was streaked with tears and sorrow. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was as sure as it was grave as he repeated the word he uttered to the shaman, "anything."

She looked at him, able to taste the desperation in the air, "even if it costs your life, prince?"

Daemon looks at his love before him, his love that was carrying his child. He places his bloody palm on the gaping wound on her stomach.

"Your child will not live even if she does."

Daemon screws his eyes shut tightly. He begins to quiver in anger, in grief, in pure sorrow. He mutters, "anything," he slowly opens his eyes to gaze upon her lifeless face, "better it me than her. There is no world worth living without her."

The woman narrows her eyes at the prince. She knew he was the Targaryen, once heir, known to be rugged and harsh. The Rouge Prince. Yet, there was no trace of malice within his being, only what she would describe as true devotion, true love.

"So, may it be done by the gods old and new," she says, drawing the prince's attention to her, "I will plead for her soul that she may live."

Daemon watches the witch, as she stands to her feet from the ground they were both sprawled on, in front of the body of the dead woman.

"I will plead that she may live long enough to meet you again in another life, so that you may have the love you have now once more."

"Another life?"

"Yes," she says, "the gods recreate humans they are pleased with to grace the earth again. I am certain they will let you be reborn to be with her again. I will make it certain."

Daemon grabs the cold hand that was beginning to stiffen.

"Although, I am unsure if they will allow you to remember her."

"I will remember her," Daemon retorts, kissing the hand of his love, "I will remember her no matter form I take... I will, I must."

"So it remains to be seen," she says before speaking out her incantation.

And it would not be seen until nearly 2000 years later.

The times have changed drastically. Women wore pants and voted. Men where made to take more responsibility for their actions, though still got away with things.

And yet...

... my love for him never faded.

Every prince that was born and named Daemon, I hoped would finally be him. It went about like this century after century, war after war, plague after plague, rise after fall. I had feared the Targaryens would die out, but they proved to be as strong as the very foundations of the earth.

And it took the televised of the marriage of Viserys XXIX to Duchess Aemma of Eyrie for me to see the face of my love: Daemon, the Wild Child, the Knight of Knickers, as penned by the press. Ultimately, the prince of my heart.

I burst into tears when I saw his cheeky face as he nudged his brother at the isle. I pressed my hands on the screen, thinking to myself, the wait was finally over, he was finally here.

All that was left was for me to meet the Prince of Valyria.

Yes. That would be no problem at all.

Except it was, because Daemon was just as mad as he was in this life as he was in the last.

After all, he did not get those nicknames from the press for nothing.

I used up so many of my resources to even just get a glimpse of him. It was hard to catch him in one place. I mostly caught him with a scandalous headline in the cover of magazines and newspapers.

Tonight, it was a newspaper.

"You know," the bartender taps his finger on my newspaper that was sprawled out on his bar, "he's a frequent here."

I turn to the blonde, in his white dress shirt, black waist apron, and black slacks. I raise a brow as he purses his lips as though the information was ground breaking. He wipes on a glass with his blue towel.

"Gee, Aegon," I lean on the surface before me, "I would have never guessed that from the picture on the wall."

I nod at the said picture. It's one of Daemon and the current owner of the bar, Tywin Lannister, who also happened to own Lannister Land Corp, shaking hands. Oh, Lannisters.

"Hey," Aegon shrugs, pulling his lips down in a nuff-said manner, "it had to be said, since you're literally the only patron here that has not interrogated me with questions about the Knight of Knickers."

I snort, "then allow me to change that," I rest my head on my hand, "is he truly so dashing that his looks practically steal the knickers of the ladies around him?"

Aegon finishes buffing his glass and puts it down, looking up in thought, "mmm, I think it's mostly cause he's a prince that he's got the effect he's got. I've got no idea what possessed the first girl to throw her panties at him."

I giggle, "are you saying the prince is ugly?"

"Bit harsh, innit," Aegon pulls back, getting another glass, rubbing it down with his towel, "your words, not mine."

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, as I laugh at the light haired boy's muses, "you know, if we had been living at the height of the Targaryen rule, Daemon would have had your head for that, pretty boy."

"Gods, to be beheaded," he sighed, "a dream, rather than working here, taking about some monarch who lives off the money of the people."

I snort once more. Aegon's face softens as he breaks into a laugh himself.

"No, but honestly," he says putting down the glass and the towel, "you, my dear, are my saving grace. The highlight of my begrudgingly stretched out day," he stretches out a hand to me.

I chuckle at him as I take his hand. He presses a kiss on the back of it, making me grin at him in amusement.

"You're the only sane person here," he releases my hand, "everyone else is so desperate to brush shoulders with the prince, or simply even catch a of whiff of his flatulence."

I break out into a fit of chuckles, slamming firmly at the wood between us.

"No, I'm serious! I heard the fittest gal, a total bombshell, boasting with pride about how she managed a sniff of the bloke's fart."

I'm wheezing with laughter, unable to believe what I'm hearing.

Aegon releases a deep and dramatic sigh, "what has the world come to?"

I wipe a tear as Aegon watches me empty myself of laughter. His face crinkles in a pleased expression, Adam's apple bobbing as he chuckles airily.

I sigh, catching my breath, "well, if I ever become that desperate, I ask that you pray for my soul."

Aegon presses his palms together, "praying for that girl as we speak."

I chuckle, folding the newspaper before me, "I must say, I am actually desperate to meet the wild child myself."

Aegon drops his hands along with his humored expression.

I cannot help but laugh at him as I continue to fold the paper, "though, I would say I am the desperate kind that is so desperate..." I eye him as I press the grey material together, "that I, somehow, dread to meet him at all."

Aegon snorts, screwing his eyes shut as he wipes his face, "the Stranger. Don't say things like that! I nearly had a heart attack believing you."

"No, but it's true, Aegon!" I say with a faux wounded pout, "prince Daemon is my great love, we have been destined to meet for millennia!"

Aegon leans on the table, humming as he nodds his head, "yes, and I suppose I am Aegon the Conqueror."

I lean towards him and grab his jaw, "no, you look more like Aegon II. The spitting image, I dare say."

He scoffs, swatting me off, "I'm hotter than him."

I pull away, "yes. That I can agree with, pretty boy. Personal hygiene does wonders."

Aegon snorts and plays off the blush on his cheeks by wiping his nose with his thumb, "you speak as though you met him."

I straighten up, "that's because I have. He was once my nephew."

He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. His face contorts at the thought.

I raise my brows at him, "have I not told you I am not only a Targaryen historian, an expert at that, but I am also a patron of the Museum of Ice and Fire? I'm married into their family."

"Okay," he raises a finger, "ew."

I snort.

Aegon lifts his jaw and hums, "well, now that you mentioned it, I always knew you were one of those insanely rich blokes who frequent here. I was thinking you were a mafia boss or something though."

I scoff in amusement, raising my brows at him.

He pushes his white sleeves up then raises his hand in defense, "you have a very intense aura about you."

"That's because you trigger my fight mode," I retort.

He huffs, "do I? I'm scared to know what you'll do to me when I've seen what you do to men who hit on you."

"Aww, don't worry," I coo, "I wouldn't hurt my pretty, baby boy."

Aegon doesn't get to reply when a customer calls his attention. With this, he pulls away and leaves me to my own devices.

We don't get to continue our conversation at all, for it was clear that the rush hour had begun.

I eventually pulled back and decided to entertain myself while my favorite bartender was busy. I swiveled on my stool, looking out to the room, spotting the jukebox collecting dust in the corner. I smile at the sight of it, thinking about how it was still here after all these years, in spite of being older than Aegon.

I stand from my seat and walk over to it.

Aegon, finding one patron missing, frantically looks around then calms, raising a brow.

I place my hands on the jukebox, bending over to check if it was plugged in.

Aegon snorts as he hands a man a beer, eyes not at all fixed on him, "that doesn't work, love."

"Mmm, ye of little faith."

Aegon is annoyed by the man that sits on the vacated stool, blocking his vision. In retaliation, he blocks out the sound of his voice. Aegon calls out, "if you can make that hunkajunk work, I'll clear your tab for you."

I chuckle as I pull the machine forward, checking its wiring, "I wouldn't want to make a kid working on minimum wage to pay for me at all."

"I only said I would clear your tab, doll face," is all he replies before he goes back to tending to drinks again.

I break into chuckles as I fiddle with the wires on the back. I admit, it took me quite a while to go through everything, which was why Aegon warned that he would not call an ambulance for me if I got electrocuted.

The sight of the jukebox coming to life was enough to shut him up.

I get to my feet with a huff, brushing my hands off with each other. I turn to Aegon, who was already looking at me in astonishment, along with a few other people in the room.

I smirk, "my tab then?"

"Good as gone," Aegon shakes his head in disbelief, cutting his hand across his neck.

I release a satisfied sigh as I punch at the hardened buttons and play whatever it was that was available to be played.

When the music starts, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off with the music. The sound brings back some memories I had in the 1940's. If I recall correctly, it was around this time Daemon's father, King Baelon, was crowned.

I slowly moved to the rhythm of the song, swaying my hips, waving my extended arms out as I made my way to the center of the room.

Aegon stilled in his spot upon seeing this. His breath caught in his throat and he was only brought back to reality when someone demanded a gin. He looked around the room as he poured that idjit his drink and clenched his jaw tightly when he saw the onlooking crowd.

He snorts loudly, grabbing his towel, throwing it over his shoulder roughly, clearing his throat with more noise than necessary.

I smile to myself when I hear Aegon's familiar coughing. He had a tendency to do this whenever men around me started to be a bother. And I loved him dearly for it. He was a sweet boy.

With my eyes still closed, I continue dancing to the soothing song. My smile grows bigger when a section comes that tickles my musical senses. I chuckle as I twirl in my spot.

When I felt a hand come to my waist, I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Aegon. He wouldn't have let anyone come near me at all without barking up a storm.

I hummed at the scent of him, familiar yet foreign to me at once. He must have changed his cologne. I prefer this one better. He pulls me close when I reach out to him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a palm on his shoulder. His dress shirt is softer than what I imagined it to be.

I am surprised when he leads us into a ballroom dance. In fact, I am so shocked, I open my eyes and see a blur of his white shirt and blonde hair as he spins me around.

I break into a fit of chuckles, screwing my eyes shut in pure bliss when he dips me, "I had no idea you were a dancer, pretty boy."

"Yes, well, journalists don't find it interesting enough to write about."

My eyes burst open at the sound of the deep voice.

My heart is pounding at the sight of the smirking man with silver hair. I nearly faint at the violet irises so close to mine.

"I do say," his hot breath fans on my face, "if we were spotted by one now, they'd have a field day."

I jolt upright and shove the man away. He doesn't seem to be offended by my harsh actions, and, in fact, chuckles as he reels back from my action, "not what I had expected and not the reaction I usually get, but there's a first for everything."

My breath hitches when he smiles at me. I turn from him, to Aegon, who was staring coldly from his place behind the bar. It seems the rest of the people here were doing the same as well, gobsmacked by the presence of the man in the middle of the room

I roll my shoulders back, turning to my dance partner, "Prince Daemon," I mutter, bowing my head slowly, "pardon my rudeness."

He chuckles, waving me off as he stuffs a hand in his pocket, "oh, no need to be so formal, my dear. I can understand the shock," he tilts his head at me, lips still curved, "you surely weren't expecting to be dancing with the prince and thought me to be someone else, no?"

I look at him and stare in silence. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.

Everything was suddenly so real, and it was making my mind and my heart race.

Aegon watches this and clears his throat loudly.

It does not help anyone.

Daemon raises his brows at me in expectation, placing his other hand in his pocket as he leans on one leg.

I open my mouth. A second passes before I mutter, "I thought you were my pretty boy."

His lips spread into a toothy grin. Airy chuckles leave him, "I can be your pretty boy."

When he extends his hand out to me, it was like the heavens opened and I could hear the angels sing.

This was the moment I have been waiting for since that day that I came back to life and kissed him goodbye with a promise of finding him in his next one.

My breath was heavily taxed when I lifted my hand.

My soul nearly leaves me when I jolt in shock over the sound of a record scratching and jumping, repeating over and over again.

In that moment, I am hit by an epiphany. I am so overwhelmed with emotions that I could barely breathe. The sight of Daemon before me brought tears to my eyes. This was all I ever wanted, and yet-- and yet-- I was drowning. I could not breathe properly.

"I..." I shudder, making Daemon's face fall, "I have to go," I mutter through a strained breath.

Daemon knits his brows, shifting in his spot with his hand still out, "what?"

Aegon watched with tightly knit brows as I ran out of the room.

The prince drops his hand and spins on his heels, eyes locked on the runaway. His nostrils flare as his face contorts in confusion, "wait! Stop! Where are you going?!"

I heave heavily as I push past people on my way out. I am absolutely winded when I exit the establishment, hands shivering from both the cold and the nerves that were getting to me in this moment.

I walk aimlessly farther out, down to the lawn that was now dark, since it was gods-know-what hour.

"Wait!"

My heart drops.

I spin around when someone grabs my wrist. My heart is still quick in my chest when I see Daemon, heaving. His short, light hair was slightly tousled in its place. He knits his brows at me, tilting his head, "you dare leave your prince, Cinderella?"

My jaw hangs low.

He releases a sigh, shaking his head, "I forbid it."

Seeing him here and now made everything feel more Real with a capital R.

Daemon adjusts his grip on my wrist, pulling his hand back, so that he was now holding my hand.

I look at him, blinking the glassiness of my eyes away, still in shock of his presence. A million questions were running through my head, and I was glad to be able to even have the mind to ask one in this moment, "do you know me, Daemon?"

He tilts his head upon hearing this, brows knitting, lips curving. He releases a chuckle at the lack of formality and how haphazard the question was, but finds himself further drawn because of it, "no," he shakes his head, "but I would love to know you."

Hearing the words come out of his mouth shatters something in me.

He did not know me.

I turn away from him as I try to even my breath. I retreat my hand and step back as a shiver runs down my spine.

And yet here he was, chasing after me.

Daemon steps forward to make up for the space between us, "don't leave. Come back inside with me. I'll give you my coat, then you can boast that the prince of Valyria gave it to you."

I continue stepping back as I shake my head, "you don't understand," I mutter under my breath in High Valyrian.

"Then make me understand," he retorts in the same tongue with a chuckle as he shakes his head and takes a wide stride over to me, grabbing my hand again.

I gasp at the warmth of his touch. When I turn back to him, tears have finally fallen from my eyes.

Daemon's face hardens at the sight of it. His hand reaches out to my face, wiping the wetness away. The sight of his torn expression tears at me, bringing me more tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asks in High Valyrian.

I do not get to reply, as suddenly there is a loud burst from behind us, commanding both our attentions.

It's Aegon. He busted through the door with my things in his hand. Upon catching the sight of the two of us, he freezes, breathing heavily as the looks out.

Daemon's expression hardens; his grip on me tightens. He turns to me, jealousy coating his mouth when he catches I where I am looking, "is that your pretty boy?"

I do not reply to him as Aegon walks over.

Daemon pulls me close to him. I look up at him with teary eyes. Aegon looks between us, jaw tense as he hands me my bag, coat, and newspaper.

"Thank you, bartender," Daemon dismisses, patting Aegon on the shoulder, before turning from him to face me again.

When I catch Aegon's face, I finally have the wits to move.

I pull away from Daemon to put my coat on. I swallow a heavy lump in my throat at feel of the stares of the two men.

Once I have my coat on, I pull a card from my bag, handing it to Daemon. He wastes no time in taking it from me, immediately scrutinizing it.

"I'd..." I start, taking a deep breath, "like to see you again."

Daemon's eyes dart to me, breaking into a smile.

Butterflies explode in my stomach at the sight of him.

Aegon's face tenses.

I release a breath before asking, "when are you fr-"

"Whenever," Daemon blurts. He places the card in the breast pocket of his white shirt, "I'm free whenever."

I nod slowly at his words, "I have work tomorrow, but I do have a long lunch at 12-

"I'll call you a 11:55."

I purse my lips at his words, trying to hold back my chuckle, but failing, "11:55?"

Daemon grins, nodding once, "on the dot."

I chuckle, turning to my feet as I nod at his words, "11:55 then."

"On the dot," he nods, extending a hand out to rub his thumb on my cheek.

I turn to him just as Daemon pulls away and stuffs his hands back in his pockets, "I'll walk you."

I shake my head, turning to Aegon, who was still standing there, watching the whole interaction between us, "you don't have to. I have a car parked nearby."

"Then I'll walk you to your car."

I turn back to Daemon, who then offers his arm out to me. I smile, unable to deny him, or myself, of the offer. I take his arm, and the next moment, he leads us off.

I turn over my shoulder, raising a hand at Aegon while I offer him a smile, "see you, Aegon."

Aegon watches as I turn back.

There is a twisted feeling inside him that grows. He mutters softly. It is too soft for anyone but himself to hear, "see you."

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, angst lol word count: 4.9k a/n: y'all i have been trying so hard to make this story good but i hope you wont kill me after this part. don't forget i love y'all :)

pov: layla

The rest of the school day flew by, having gym with Allie made it a little more tolerable and not having Mia lurking over my shoulder was relieving. I ignored the usual whispers and dirty looks, seemingly more frequent than usual and I assumed it was because people knew about Matt and I.

I didn't quite understand what we were yet, we'd only been friends for under 2 weeks and I'd already let him into my life more than anyone I'd ever known. It frustrated me how easily my walls came down around him and how much I let him affect me. I didn't even mean to but I knew I had pushed him away during lunch but part of me was relieved that I was still able to do that, still able to keep my walls up around him whenever I needed to.

As I exited the building, Allie by my side rambling about something I tuned out due to my busy mind, I slipped my cigarettes out of my bag and lit the end of one between my lips. I made sure to blow the smoke away from Allie's face as I slid the pack back into my bag as we made our way to Nate's car.

"I'll be quick," I called to Nate who was leaning against his car, talking to Chris who was leaning against the minivan beside Nate's car. Nate nodded, resuming his conversation with Chris as I tuned back into what Allie was saying.

"So what do you think? Green or white nails?" she asked me and I mentally cursed at myself for not paying attention as we came to a halt a few feet away from Nate's car.

"Why not do green and white?" I suggested, trying to cover up the fact I had zoned out and gone too far into my own head to realise what she was talking about.

"Oh, good point. What about you?" she asked, pulling her cheer uniform down as she shivered, the tights on her legs not seeming to block out the cold as much as she hoped.

"What about me?" I asked, trying to quickly puff down my cigarette so as to not make Nate wait longer than he already had.

"What are you gonna do with your nails? Oh and we also have to figure out hair and makeup," she said matter-of-factly and I let my mouth hang open for a moment.

"I hadn't gotten that far yet," I answered honestly and she nodded, a small smile on her lips.

"No need to worry. I love helping people get dressed up. We can look at some stuff on Pinterest and figure out what you want to go with your dress," she answered confidently and I nodded in response with a small smile. I had been off since lunch and I knew she could tell but I was glad she didn't say anything about it.

I felt something touch my lower back and I jumped, spinning around to see Matt looking down at me with a worried expression, "Can I talk to you?"

"We're gonna go in a second," I answered quickly and he furrowed his eyebrows as I continued to take hits of the cigarette.

"Just for a minute," he asked quietly and I heard Allie shuffled behind me.

"I'll leave you guys to talk," she said quickly before she scurried away towards Nate, Chris and now Nick. I sighed, turning back to look at Matt who had nothing but a confused expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked and I looked down, avoiding his eyes as I let out a breath.

"Nothing," I answered shortly and he stepped closer to me. I automatically tensed and I could sense his concern radiating off of him.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to," he spoke softly and I felt guilt spread through my body but I didn't let it show as I continued looking at the ground.

"I'm fine, Matthew," I spoke blandly, finishing the rest of my cigarette before throwing it on the damp ground and squishing it with the sole of my shoe, "I gotta go."

"Layls," he tried to catch my attention again but I shook my head, walking towards Nate and Allie silently.

"You guys ready to go?" I asked and they both looked at each other briefly, a concerned look shared between them before they nodded, "Bye guys."

I waved to Chris and Nick as I opened the back door of Nate's car, sliding in without another word as Allie slid in the passenger seat and Nate jumped in the driver's seat.

I kept my focus to the left of the car, feeling Matt staring at me as he got into the driver's seat of his car and Nate waved goodbye to them before he drove out of the parking space.

+++

After spending 2 hours at the mall with Allie, I couldn't find anything that I could afford and I decided I would have to just make my own dress. After grabbing stretchy black fabric and Allie buying me a sweat tea, she decided she wanted me to go to her house.

"If you come over I can help you pick out heals and what you want to do with your makeup and hair!" she suggested as we waltzed down the mall back towards the parking lot where her dad was waiting for her.

"I don't know," I trailed off, my mood still off from my interaction with Matt. I had turned off my phone, not bothering to check it the whole time we were out because I knew Matt would try to message or call me.

"Please. We can drop you home after dinner," she pleaded, her words dragging out as the bags in her arms rustled. I sighed, running a hand through my hair before I nodded.

"Okay," I answered and she clapped her hands happily, fastening her pace as we reached the exit of the building. I trailed behind her until she walked up to a car which I could only assume was her dad's BMW.

"Hey Dad," she called in a sing-song tone as she approached the driver's window which he conveniently had rolled down, "Is it okay if Layla comes over for dinner and we drop her home after?"

"You couldn't have told me earlier?" he asked, his tone frustrated and I kept my distance, feeling like I was intruding on their conversation. I let them talk as their voices quietened before Allie spun around to face me.

"Okay! We're good," she said excitedly as she rounded the car to the passenger side and I followed suit, opening the back door before throwing my bag on the floor and sliding in.

"Hi," I tried to sound as polite as possible as I closed the door behind me.

"Hello," her father's voice sounded rough and tired and I took it as a queue not to talk further since he still sounded irritated. I kept quiet the whole car ride as her dad turned up the music, making it clear he didn't want to talk. Allie didn't say anything, only hummed along to the music as we drove through the busy streets.

Soon enough, we pulled up to a 3 story house that looked as modern as the White House. I jumped out of the car, looking up at the architecture in awe as I closed the door behind me and swung my bag over my shoulder. I didn't notice that Allie and her dad had already made their way to the door until Allie called my name.

She stood by the door, holding it open for me. I quickly jogged up to the wooden door and walked inside as she closed it behind me. I let my mouth hang open as I looked at the front foyer, the black spiral staircase travelling upwards from the white marble floor shone brightly from the chandelier.

"Mom we're home!" Allie called out to her mother, her voice echoing on the tiles as I looked up at the 2 stories above us.

"In the kitchen!" I heard a woman's voice respond, assuming it was her mother's. I looked around in amazement as I followed Allie through the foyer, turning to the right to find a huge open kitchen with a dining area right beside it, the table seating able to fit at least 10 people, "I didn't know you were bringing a friend over."

"Mom, this is Layla. Layla, my mom, Diana," Allie introduced us and I looked at her mother, smiling at her with a small awkward wave.

"Hi Mrs Finley," I plastered a smile on my lips and she gave me a short smile before looking back at Allie who was almost a spitting image of her. They had the same ginger hair, green eyes and short, skinny figures.

"You didn't tell me your friend was coming," she said through her teeth as Allie just shrugged, her mother's passive aggressiveness seemingly unphased her.

"It was last minute," Allie said, jumping up and sitting on top of the marble counter and her mother frowned, turning around from the stove where various pots seemed to be cooking over the gas.

"You need to let me know beforehand, Alison. You know this," she spoke sternly and I stayed in place by the door, not missing the way her mother scanned me head to toe. I pulled the pink sweater further down my arms to hide my tattoos that I knew she would despise.

"She's not staying over. She's just staying for dinner then we'll drop her home," Allie shrugged and her mother sighed heavily, spinning around to face the stove again.

"Al!" I heard another male voice call from the foyer and Allie rolled her eyes, grabbing a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl to her left as she threw a few in her mouth.

"What?" she called, the grapes still in her mouth as she crossed her legs and her mother spun around with a scowl on her face.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth," she mumbled before facing the stove again and I leaned on the wall beside the door, unsure of where to go.

"Where did you put my helmet?" I heard the same male voice enter the room to my right and I looked over to see a guy who couldn't have been more than 2 years older than Allie and I. He turned to look at me, his dirty blonde hair flowing as he did so and he smirked at me, "Who's this?"

"That's Layla. Off limits, Xan," she deadpanned and he snickered as he looked back at her, his green eyes shining in the lights over the kitchen, "I don't know where your helmet is. I haven't touched it."

"Fuck off. I know you moved it," he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and I noticed the myriad of tattoos scattering his tan arms. I scanned his outfit, noticing the fact that he was clad in bike pants and a white shirt, a leather jacket hung over his right arm.

"Language," Diana scolded him and he simply rolled his eyes again, throwing his head back.

"Do you know where my helmet is, Mom?" he asked, his voice slightly more agitated and he glanced over at me, giving me a smirk which I returned with a frown.

"I don't know, honey. Have you asked your father?" she sighed, spinning around to face him before she glanced at me again with a scowl still written across her face.

"He said he doesn't know," the boy next to me answered and Allie groaned.

"Xander, you're a grown man. You can find your own shit," she mumbled and Diana hit her thigh with the back of her hand lightly to scold her again.

"I left it on my bike and now it's not there," he threw his hands out in front of him in defeat and Allie once again rolled her eyes.

"Where do you need to go anyway?" she asked as she popped another grape into her mouth and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

"I'm going to Shawn's," he answered shortly and Allie raised her eyebrows before glancing between me and him.

"Great! That means you can drop Layla home on your way," she announced and my eyebrows instantly furrowed, giving her a confused look.

"I didn't agree to that," he quickly shut it down and Allie shrugged her shoulders.

"She doesn't mind, right Layls?" she asked and I glanced between the three of them.

"I can just walk home. It's really not that far," I lied straight through my teeth and Allie frowned, knowing I lived nowhere near her.

"It would take you well over an hour to walk home. I'm not letting you go in the dark," she argued and I shrugged, adjusting my bag that was still on my shoulder.

"It's fine really," I brushed it off and she shook her head, Xander now groaning next to me before he looked at me.

"Where do you live?" he asked, his tone short from the annoyance of his younger sister.

"Uh," I hesitated, feeling uncomfortable in the expensive house with such proper people, "South End."

"You are not driving through South End, Xander," Diana quickly interjected and he looked towards his mother with a frown, "It's far too dangerous."

A moment of silence fell into the room and I glanced between the three of them uncomfortably. Allie patiently waited for her brother's agreeance, Diana waited for his denial and I couldn't help but notice a shift in his features as he smirked and his body became less tense.

"Sure. I'll talk you home," he shrugged as he looked directly at his mother who stared at him disapprovingly, "You ever ridden a motorbike before?"

"Yeah," I answered shortly, feeling the tension in the air as he looked back at me.

"Cool. Good thing I have two helmets," he smirked before waltzing out of the room again and I looked back at Allie with a frown.

"What? Now I don't have to convince my dad and you don't have to walk in the dark. It's a win-win," she shrugged and I sighed, running a hand over my face as she jumped off of the counter, "Come on. I'll show you my room."

I nodded as she picked up her bags from the floor and waltzed out of the kitchen and I followed behind her. She made her way up the stairs and once we reached the second floor, she walked down the long hallway before entering a room on the left. I entered the room, looking around at the white bare walls and the sheer size of the place. Her room alone was the size of my living room and I noticed the grey queen-sized bed in the corner with the saude grey couch sitting in the middle of the right wall.

"Holy shit," I mumbled as I dropped my bag down to the floor, looking at the flatscreen TV on the wall at the end of her bed and the vanity covered in various makeup products scattered across it on the other side of the room, "This is massive."

"Yeah. I tried to fill the space as much as I could," she mumbled as she walked through the giant space, throwing her bags on the elevated mattress. There were two pastel pink bean bags on the floor at the end of her bed with a white throw blanket on top of them. A wooden coffee table was in front of the two-seater couch, littered with different books and a pencil case, the two pink decorative pillows on the couch pulling the aesthetic of the room together.

"This is like the size of my living room and kitchen in one," I let my mouth hang open and she jumped on her bed, pulling the various items out of the shopping bags lazily.

"You should see my parents' room. It's like twice the size," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "I don't know why they bought this house. There are four of us living here and we have three spare rooms. It's insane."

She sounded almost bitter at the fact her parents had spent so much money on the house, the extra rooms being a nuisance to maintain but I didn't even bat an eye since I was too in awe of the amount of space. I looked to the left to see a walk-in closet filled to the brim with clothes and accessories.

"Okay! Let's talk hair and makeup," she announced and I hummed, still looking around her room before I sat on her bed. She began scouring through Pinterest on her phone, saving various photos of hair and makeup for the both of us to get ideas.

+++

"So what do your parents do, Layla?" Diana asked, her tone short as her spoon scraped on the bottom of her bowl of soup. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, Allie sitting on my left with her dad at the end of the table, Diana sitting next to her husband and Xander sitting across from me.

"Uh, my dad is a mechanic," I answered shortly, only half lying. He used to be a mechanic but now he only works on cars of people he's buying drugs off of.

"And your mother?" she asked, her spine straight as she sipped on her white wine and I placed my spoon down in the bowl.

"Um, she's not around," I answered vaguely and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Whereabouts is she?" she asked, her tone condescending and Allie coughed loudly.

"Mom," she mumbled, frowning at her mother and I shifted in my seat once again.

"I'm just asking a question, Alison," she spoke so clearly and precisely that I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at her poise facade.

"She left when I was little," I answered honestly, my discomfort obvious and Allie turned to me, an apologetic smile on her lips and I gave her the same back.

"What do you do with yourself? Do you work?" her dad spoke up for the first time since we sat down and I shrugged, swallowing loudly.

"I help my dad with his work sometimes," again, it was a half-truth and I could lie straight through my teeth easily around people like this.

"So you don't actually have a job?" he asked, his words slightly patronising.

"She's still in school, dad. Give her a break," Xander rolled his eyes dramatically and his dad frowned at him, his mouth permanently in a straight line.

"Did I ask you a question?" he asked rhetorically and Xander sighed, shaking his head as he continued eating the pumpkin soup.

"Um, no. I don't have a job yet but I'm going to get one once I finish school," I spoke as confidently as I could and he looked back at me.

"You aren't going to college? What job do you intend to get without a degree?" he asked with a frown still plastered on his face and I let my mouth hang open, unsure of my own answer.

"Okay!" Xander interrupted as he placed his spoon back in his bowl, "Are you ready to go?"

"Xander, you haven't even finished your soup," his mother pointed out and he shrugged, pushing away from the table.

"I'm done. Thanks for dinner, Mom," he said quickly and I looked at Allie as if to ask if I could leave. She smiled at me and nodded before turning to her parents.

"May I leave the table to see them out? I'll come back after," she asked, the properness of it making my skin crawl and her mother nodded.

"Thank you for dinner. It was nice meeting you," I offered a polite goodbye, the words sounding as fake as they felt and Diana gave me a tight-lipped smile that didn't reach her eyes. I quickly got up as Xander walked out of the room and I followed behind him as Allie walked behind me. I was glad I brought my bag down to the front door earlier so I didn't have to bother getting it earlier.

"I'm sorry about them," Allie said apologetically as Xander walked out the front door and we followed suit as I shook my head.

"Don't worry about it," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and she sighed, running a hand through her hand.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow?" she asked and I nodded, picking up my bag and throwing it over my shoulder, "I gotta get back before they think I'm gone too long. Let me know if Xan does anything stupid."

"I will," I let out a half-hearted laugh and I walked over to where Xander was leaning on his black, helmet in hand. I observed the bike, gasping when I realised what it was, "You have a Ducati?"

"I'm surprised you know what that is," he stated with his eyebrows raised and I shook my head, walking around the bike as my jaw hung open.

"Are you fucking kidding? I've always wanted a Ducati," I mumbled, my hand running along the shiny black metal and he chuckled, pushing away from the bike as he spun around to hand me the white helmet. I hesitantly took it, sliding my bag over my shoulders so it lay across my chest instead of on just one shoulder.

"Don't worry. I've had a lot of people ride this with me," he smirked cockily as he picked up the black helmet hanging off of the right handlebar.

"I bet," I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I slid the helmet onto my head. I grabbed the strap under my chin but it was difficult to click into place without being able to see.

"Here," he stepped around the bike and I let my hands fall to my sides as I tilted my chin upwards. He clicked it into place before tightening the strap and I let my head fall back down, the visor still being up as I looked up at him through the gap in the helmet. He tapped the top of my helmet before mumbling, "Cute."

"Just get me home without crashing before you try to flirt with me," I grumbled making him chuckle. He grabbed the black helmet sliding it over his head and clicking the strap in, tightening it quickly. He zipped up the pocket in his pants he had his phone in before sliding his gloves on.

"Out of all Al's friends," he said as he swung his leg over the bike and sat down, "You're already my favourite."

"This is gonna be a long ride," I rolled my eyes as I placed my left foot on the peg, swung my right leg over the bike and sat down on the small seat at the back.

"Oh by the way," he said loudly before he reached in the gap in the helmet to seemingly adjust something before his voice rang in my helmet, "I have comms."

"Oh great. Now I can hear you talking out of your ass the whole ride," I said sarcastically and his laugh rang through my ears. I flicked the visor down and he followed suit.

"You ready?" he asked and I hummed before he kicked the stand up. He turned on the bike, soon after and the engine revved to life, "You gotta hold on unless you wanna fly off the back."

"This is insane," I mumbled, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around his torso and I heard his laugh ring through the helmet once again. I placed my chin on his left shoulder as he kicked it into first gear and we crept out of the driveway.

As we got onto the road, I instantly felt the cold wind pierce my skin through my clothes as it whipped around us and I tightened my arms around him.

"You good?" he asked through the headset and I hummed quickly, looking ahead as we passed multiple buildings quickly. My heart started beating with the rumble of the engine and a smile crept on my face as I thought of an idea.

"Can I lean back?" I asked hesitantly as I looked at the street lights around us.

"Let me turn left up here then you can. It's a straight road after that," he explained and I hummed, gripping tightly onto his leather jacket against his stomach, "Just move with my body as we turn."

"I know," I stated confidently and he let out another chuckle. After a few seconds, he slowed ever so slightly and we leaned into the turn before he straightened up again.

"You can lean back just don't stand up and don't lean back too far or you'll throw it off balance," he instructed me and my stomach filled with butterflies of excitement. I let my hands unravel from around his waist, still holding onto his sides as I leaned away from his back slightly. The wind hit me even more but it made me feel alive, it made me feel real.

My hair flicked behind me from the bottom of the helmet and I carefully let go of his waist. I looked ahead to see only one car ahead of us and it was far enough away that I could comfortably expand my arms out on either side of me.

"This is so fun!" I said excitedly as I leaned closer to him again, my arms being pushed back by the wind slightly. I heard a sound of amusement travel from him and I giggled to myself.

"You wanna go around this car?" he asked and I looked ahead to see we were approaching the car quickly. I let out a sound of approval, "Hold onto me."

I let my arms wrap back around his torso as he sped up slightly and within an instant, we zipped past the car with ease. I turned my head to look around at the buildings we flew past and the cars passing by us on the other side of the road.

"I don't know where to go from here, babe. You're gonna have to give me directions," he spoke loudly into the mic and I hummed, looking straight ahead again.

The next 10 minutes were spent mumbling different directions to him as my hands practically froze from the cold air and my hair tangled under the helmet. Soon enough, we arrived at my street and he slowed the bike when we were a few houses away from mine.

We pulled up to my house before he switched the engine off and put down the kickstand. He held out a gloved hand to help me get off the bike which I gladly accepted, swinging my legs off of the bike before I unclipped the strap and slid the helmet off.

"That was so fun," I smiled happily, certain that my hair was stuck up in all different directions as he slid open the visor to talk to me, "Allie never told me she had a brother by the way."

"She never told me she had such a pretty friend," he replied smoothly and I furrowed my eyebrows, a slightly amused smile on my lips.

"I'll let that slide for now because that was so fun but never do that again," I shook my head, handing him the helmet and he quickly spun around to attach it to the strap on the pillion seat.

"You have a boyfriend or something?" he asked as he turned to face me and I let my mouth hang open for a moment, unsure of how to answer.

"It's complicated," I told him honestly and I could see the smirk from under his helmet as he shook his head.

He looked ahead to where my house was before saying, "Is that your not-boyfriend?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked over where his eyesight was and I saw none other than Matt standing there with his arms folded. He had an unsatisfied expression written across his face as he leaned against his car, staring directly at me.

"I'll take that as my queue to leave," Xander said with slight amusement in his voice before revving the engine of the bike back to life and yelling, "Tell Allie I can pick you up whenever you need, pretty girl."

He flicked the visor of his helmet back down before giving me a salute and suddenly, he sped off down the road. My body ran cold at the sound of the nickname coming from his mouth, hating the way it felt compared to when Matt said it. I looked back over to where Matt was glaring at me and I quickly jogged towards him.

"Matt-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Layla," he shook his head, his words sounding like venom directly to my heart and I let my arms drop beside me.

"It's not what it looks like," I tried to explain as he pushed away from the car and let out a bitter laugh.

"Really? That's what you're going with?" he asked, a look of disbelief on his face as he threw his hands out in front of him, "You ignore me all day, don't answer any of my calls or messages so I decide I'm gonna show up to your house to sort this out and I see you get off the bike of some other deadbeat guy!"

"Deadbeat guy? That's Allie's brother," I furrowed my eyebrows and he raised his with a nod of his head.

"Oh cool. So you're just hitting it off with one of my best friend's brothers now?" he asked, anger seeping off of him and it only made me want to yell at him more but I didn't get the chance to, "I did nothing wrong and now you're off with some other guy doing god knows what. You didn't even try to talk to me."

"He was just dropping me home!" I argued and he shook his head, another bitter laugh emitting from his mouth as he swung the driver's door open.

"Don't come to my game tomorrow. I can't fucking believe you right now," he spat out angrily as he jumped in, slamming the door closed behind him.

I rounded the car as I yelled at the glass separating us, "Matt just listen to me!"

He started the car and within an instant, he drove down the street and I watched the taillights disappear in the distance as my shoulders dropped in devastation.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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icycoldninja · 4 months

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Here’s something hilarious 😆

Can I please request headcanons for Dante and Vergil thinking they’re dating the same girl but it turns out they’re dating identical twins?

Oh no, disaster incoming lol

Dante + Vergil x Twin Readers headcannons

-Dante and Vergil both started seeing these really hot girls at the same time, for which they were glad. They both bragged to each other about how sexy their girlfriends were, when Vergil noticed one day that the girl Dante was describing having dated sounded oddly like the girl he was dating.

-Quite suspicious, Vergil began questioning Dante and asking very specific questions about his girlfriend's appearance, making Dante very concerned. Just what the heck was his deal?

-Both brothers go home wary of each other, doubts and misunderstandings already beginning to form in each other's minds.

-The next day, Dante decides to take his girl on a date at the exact same time Vergil decides to pop in for a visit, and possibly more interrogating. As he rounded the curb, he saw Dante and a girl that looked suspiciously like his girlfriend.

-Jealousy overcoming him, the devil hunter shrunk back against the wall and began to follow the two, now sure his girlfriend was cheating on him with his brother.

-Unfortunately, Dante and the girl entered a very crowded shop, making it impossible for Vergil to continue following them. He was quite upset and debated calling you to confront you, when to his surprise, you called him first.

-When he picked up, he was shocked to hear what sounded like water running, meaning you were in the shower. But how could that be? He just saw you!

-He then decided he must be seeing things and that Dante's girlfriend must just have a similar hairstyle and similar clothing as yours, and he was jumping to conclusions. Shaking his head, he went over to your house, where sure enough, you'd just gotten out of the shower. We shall not discuss what happened next.

-Dante, meanwhile, noticed his girlfriend was always busy on her phone and never let him peek over her shoulder. Highly sus behavior right there. He would have downright asked, but what if she was cheating? She'd know he was onto her and delete all the evidence. No, he'd do this the sneaky way.

-He spied on his girlfriend for a while, but nothing too incriminating happened. She just messed around on her phone for a while, turned it off, got up to do stuff, then came back, rinse and repeat.

-The whole day passed and nothing happened, so Dante was forced to let it go for now. His girlfriend left for her home, and that was that.

-Both brothers were very disturbed and were unable to sleep. Of course, because of sibling rivalry, neither Vergil nor Dante thought to contact each other--they were sure they could handle all this on their own.

-The next day, Vergil's girlfriend left early in the afternoon and refused to tell him where she was going. Dante's girl did the same. Both Sparda twins, now even more concerned, followed their girlfriends out to a small cafe, unaware they were about to run into each other.

-The boys got to the cafe before the girls and ran into each other at the entrance. Now throughly pissed, each believed the other had seduced his girlfriend and was now waiting for her at the cafe.

-"What the hell, Verg?! You're stealing my girl?!"

"What foolishness are you rambling about now, Dante? It is you who has stolen my soon-to-be wife."

"What?! Did you have a stroke no one told me about?! I'd never try to take your girlfriend away from you!"

"You wouldn't?"

"No! Come on man, you know I'm better than that."

"And I am far superior to you and all who associate with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I would not interfere with your relationship as there is no need to."

"Oh."

-After that lame exchange, the twins turned around only to find another set of twins staring back at then. The tension and shock in the air was palpable. Before them were two girls, dressed exactly alike, same nose, same hair, same eyes, same everything.

-Dante immediately started jumping around laughing while Vergil froze and turned into a statue from the waist down. This whole thing was a massive misunderstanding, he realizes now. No one was being unfaithful--the bros were dating twin sisters!

-The girls explained they were setting this up to surprise the two with their twin sister-ness, which worked way better than they ever expected. Many pictures were taken, and at the end of the day, neither of the brothers could tell who was who.

-Let the confusing twin games begin! Though Dante and Vergil can't trick others since they act so differently, you girls can trick them no problem.

-One time you switched places when they weren't looking and when they came back, they ended up walking off with each other's girlfriend.

-Vergil was very upset about this, but Dante found it hysterical.

-Don't worry, eventually, the Spardas will find a way to distinguish you two, be it through your mannerisms or another way.

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dianawinchester03 · 1 month

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Season 2, Episode 13 - Houses of the Holy

Series Masterlist

Author's Note: I just realized that I didn't explain where Quinn (y/n's bike) went in the last chapter. Let's just pretend I added in a scene where she dropped her off at Bobby's house and hopped a ride with the boys lol. Excuse my terrible planning.

Okie, on with the story. Hope everyone enjoys!

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Third Person POV

Providence, Rhode Island

•One Week Later

The trio had taken up a case in Rhode Island where a woman named Gloria had murdered a man by the name of Carl Gulley. Why were they taking on a murder case you may ask? That was because Gloria claims that "It was God's will" and she was now being held in a psychiatric facility, undergoing treatment.

Sam had taken the liberty of disguising himself as an orderly, leaving Dean and Y/N at the motel due to their exposure during the bank siege in Milwaukee the previous week. In addition to that, y/n's migraines growing worse and worse every night.

Sam took a deep breath, pressing his clipboard to his scrub-clad chest before pushing the door to Gloria's room open. Her back was turnt to him, sitting on her bed while reading a Bible. Upon hearing the door open, Gloria greeted Sam, "Good morning, you're not the usual guy" She greeted him sweetly, "No, uh, just filling in" Sam lied fluidly, before offering her a sweet smile, his eyes darting down to his clipboard.

"So, how you feeling today Gloria?" He asked in a professional tone, "I've never felt better" Gloria smiled as Sam stepped infront of her. "So....No disturbances lately?" He asked warily, furrowing his brows. "You mean, am I stark raving cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?" Gloria chimed jokingly, this made Sam clear his throat awkwardly.

"I didn't say that" He chuckled nervously, "It's all right. I know what people must think" She assured him with a smile, "What do you think?" He asked curiously. "I think what I saw was real." She responded firmly, her tone now serious. Sam sighed, closing his clipboard before taking a seat on the wooden chair right across from Gloria's bed.

He offered Gloria a sympathetic look, putting on his classic puppy dog eyes. Gloria's face softened as the silence in the room grew stronger, "I'd like to know what you saw" Sam said gently, "It was all over the news. I stabbed a man in the heart" Gloria responded monotone, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why would you do that?" Sam asked softly.

"Because it was Gods will" Gloria said calmly, "Did God talk to you?" Sam's brows shot up as Gloria scoffed at the question. "I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls" She chuckled. "No, he....he sent someone." She explained. "Someone?" Sam questioned. "An angel" Gloria informed him. Sam's ears perked up at the new information, "It came to me in this beautiful white light. And it filled me with this....feeling" She exhaled.

"It's had to describe." She sighed, shaking her head. "And this angel..." Sam pressed, "...spoke Gods word" Gloria finished. "And the word was to kill someone?" Sam questioned. "I know, it sounds strange. But what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man" Gloria defended calmly as Sam listened intently. "I was chosen...for redemption" She added.

Sam's mind raced as he listened, trying to piece together the information while also keeping his character composed. He couldn't help but feel a bit...drawn to Gloria story, oddly enough.

"This man you stabbed, did the angel give you his name?" Sam asked but Gloria shook her head. "No. He just told me to wait for the sign. And the very next day, I saw it right besides the man's doorway. And I knew" She explained. "Why him?" Sam asked. "I just know what the angel told me. That this man was guilty to his deepest foundations. And that was good enough for me" She said firmly.

The smile on Gloria's face made Sam unease.

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"Fuck.." Y/N gasped, throwing her head back into the pillow, Dean's mouth latched onto her nipple.

"See something you like, Winchester?" She teased him. He growled in response.

Y/N sucked in some breath between her teeth when he reattached his lips to her sensitive nun, sucking like a starved man on her tits, "You're so fucking beautiful" He groans in pleasure, kissing down her body.

"Deannn" She moans his name and he snaps his gaze up at her, his eyes clouded with a mixture of lust and love. He felt that, 'Deannn' in the pit of his stomach, and son-of-a-bitch, did he love it.

"Fuck you sound so hot moaning my name" He tugged at her jeans, pulling it down to reveal her lacy black panties.

Dean moans at the sight and she smirks at his reaction. "Fuck, baby. You're gonna kill me" He groaned, trailing his fingers along the slit of her clothed mound. "Oh shit" She gasped, lips parted, as he teased her.

Y/N's eyes suddenly shot open, jolting her from her sleep. A bead of sweat had formed on her forehead, her breathing labored and shaky as she tried to calm her racing heart. She blinked slowly, her brain still clouded from sleep, but the images from her dream still lingered in her mind. The very vivid image of Dean's hands on her body, his lips on hers, repeatedly moaning his name like a prayer, the sound of his voice whispering her name.

She sat up in the bed, her cheeks flushed as she ran a hand through her tangled hair. Squeezing her thighs together, the pooling heat squelching between them as she heaved for breath, the growing pit in her stomach did not help at all. She couldn't believe she had just dreamed about Dean. About them together.

This was really getting pathetic.

"I need to get fucking laid" She huffed to herself, throwing her back onto the bed with a frustrated groan, one hand over her aching head. Her head felt groggy as she rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that streamed through the curtains. The previous week had been a blur. Since the night she had spoken to Dean, there had been an uncomfortable tension between them.

They barely spoke, only exchanging necessary words when it came to the hunt. No jokes, no late-night talks, no teasing. Nothing. As she sat up slowly, her head pounding, she could hear the sound of the motel shower running, a clear indication that someone else was up. Sam's bed was empty so she assumed he went to question the murderer they were discussing from the case the previous night.

The steady rhythm of the water hitting the tiles echoed in the tiny motel bathroom. Dean stood under the shower head, the hot water beating against his skin. The steam curled into the air, creating a misty haze around him as the water poured over his body, rinsing away shame and pain.

Sam had them on lockdown, especially since the feds are on his tail. The feeling of being useless when it comes to hunting irked him. He sighed, closing his eyes and letting the water cascade down his face. His mind was still a mess. The events of the last week kept playing in his mind like a broken record. The things he had wanted to say. The things he had wanted to do.

What mainly concerned him, is the space between him and y/n. He would hear her groaning in pain during the night from the migraines that were building up in her head, thinking a vision would occur but nothing would come. It worried and pained him inside out that he couldn't do anything to stop it. To stop the pain.

Dean took a deep breath, shoving his hands under the shower stream and letting the water wash away his thoughts as he ran his fingers through his hair. Despite the warm water, he didn't feel relaxed or refreshed. His shoulders were still tense, his muscles stiff.

He had tried to avoid thinking about her, but the thoughts of Y/N's face, the sound of her voice, the way her body would move when she laughed, the way her nose would crinkle when she smiled sometimes, all of it kept invading his mind. She was within arms reach from him physically, but mentally, she was miles away.

Dean looked down between his legs to see his not-so-little Dean growing harder and harder by the second, every second she came to mind. "God damn it. I need to get fucking laid" He muttered under his breath before forcing himself to think of anything to turn him off, then shutting off the water before grabbing a towel to dry himself.

Dean wrapped the towel around his waist, the material a little too small for him, exposing half of his lower back and hipbones that carved a v-line to his pelvis and stepped out of the bathroom, steam following him as he entered the motel room. His hair still damp and dripping water onto his shoulders. He expected to see Y/N still asleep, but as he turned the corner and saw her sitting up on her bed, he froze in place, his heart skipping a beat.

She had a hand pressed up against her forehead, a clear sign of her headache. He couldn't help but stare at her for a moment. Her hair was messy, sticking out in different directions, the sunlight streaming through the curtains and framing her face in a golden light. She looked tired, her eyes rimmed with dark circles, but still beautiful.

Not this again. Grandma's boobs.

Dean forced himself out of his daze and broke the silence, his voice was soft and laced with concern as he spoke "Migraine again?" he asked, stepping further into the room. He could see the way her eyes were closed tightly against the pain, the line of her jaw taut with tension. The sight bothered him immensely.

Y/N jumped slightly, she hadn't even heard the bathroom door open. So focused on the blinding pain that struck across her forehead. "Yeah..." She responded, her voice hoarse, tilting her head up to look at Dean. Her mouth went dry when as she drunk him in for a couple of seconds. Her mind going back to the dream she just had before looking away.

As he stepped closer, he was tempted to reach out and touch her, to offer some small comfort, but he held back. "Any sign of a vision or...?" he asked as he moved to his side of the room to pick out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his duffel bag.

Y/N's eyes followed him as he moved around the room, his every movement fluid and precise. She couldn't help but appreciate the sight of his bare torso, the droplets of water still clinging to his skin, making it glisten under the motel's artificial lighting and the rays of sun that peeked through the cheap curtains. Her heart rate quickened as she forced herself to look away.

"No," Y/N finally answered, her voice still a bit strained. "No visions. Just these damn headaches again." She grumbled, her fingers digging into her forehead. She shook her head, before reaching over to the side of her bed, where her duffel bag laid. Digging through it, she retrieved her toothbrush and toothpaste. Without a word, Y/N tossed the thin crappy motel blanket off of her body and made a beeline to the bathroom.

As Y/N walked past Dean, he felt the air between them thicken. The sight of her messy hair and tired eyes stirred something within him, but he squashed it down immediately. His concerned of her ached him inside out, he felt bad that she was in pain, but didn't want to push her buttons any further, reluctantly giving her space.

He watched as she walked into the bathroom, the click of the lock sounding out throughout the quiet room. He wanted to stop her and say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. The door slammed behind her gently, echoing loudly in the small motel room. As he heard the sink running, he let out a weary sigh, running his fingers through his damp hair in frustration before he began dressing.

As Y/N stood infront of the bathroom mirror, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander to the dream she had just had a few moments ago. It was as if it had been burned into her brain, every touch, every sound, ever feeling etched into her memory. As she brushed her teeth, she mentally scolded herself, telling herself to stop thinking about him.

But thinking of his lips on her skin, the feeling of his touch, it was all still so vivid. She spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts and the ache in her chest.

After a couple of minutes, Y/N washed her face, the cold water helping to calm her flushed cheeks and clear her mind a bit. As she grabbed a towel to dry her face, she took a deep breath, trying to steel herself before walking out of the bathroom.

As she re-entered the motel room, she saw Dean laying on his own bed. His ears plugged with his headphones, she could hear the rock music blasting through it from all the way across the room. His eyes closed as the bed vibrated. The machine operated massager that was attached to the bed, massaging Dean's back. He had a content smile on his face, practically giggling from the soothing feeling.

Y/N snorted at the sight, before moving back over to her bed, returning her toothbrush and toothpaste to her bag before pulling out her pack of cigarettes. She strode over to the motel window, opening in and pulling the curtains aside. Taking a seat on the chair next to it.

Y/N stuck her cigarette, between her lips, shielding the naked flame with a cupped hand as she took a deep breath, the smoke filling her lungs. The nicotine felt good, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to relax. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching as it swirled upward before vanishing. Her headache was brooding but manageable.

It was a small moment of peace, but she knew it would be short-lived.

Soon after, Sam returned from the hospital. Y/N's head was now pressed to the table, folded into her arms. Sam raised a brow at his brother who was enjoying the vibrating bed a little too much as he walked over to his best friend.

Sam glanced over at his brother, with an eyeroll as he watched him blissfully enjoying the massager. He then turned his attention to Y/N, noting the way she had her head against the table, her body looking smaller than usual. He could tell the headache had taken its toll on her.

He put his hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it as he spoke. "Hey, how you holding up?" He asked, his voice soft. Y/N lifted her head from the table, blinking slowly at Sam. The throbbing in her head had lessened, but the fatigue in her eyes was evident. "Hey, I've been better," she replied, her voice a little hoarse. She let out a sigh, rubbing her fingers against her temples in a useless attempt to soothe the ache.

Sam could see the exhaustion and pain in her face but he knew she was too stubborn to admit it. So he didn't push. Instead he leaned against the table beside her, crossing his arms over his chest before fishing out a bottle of Tylenol from his pocket.

"I know these don't do much....but it's worth a try" He handed her the bottle, and she took it without protest. Popped open the cap and took two of the pills, swallowing them dry before handing the bottle back to Sam. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to rest her aching mind.

Sam's concerned eyes never left her. He wanted to do more to help because he knew exactly how she was feeling, but other than the painkillers, there wasn't much he could do. There wasn't exactly a 'How to cure psychic's migraines that are attached to a demon' section in John's journal or at the pharmacy. So Tylenol had to do for now.

"Thanks, Sammy." she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment, hoping the pills would kick in soon. He nodded with a sad smile before turning to his brother, who was still unaware of his presence. "Hey" He called out to his brother. Dean still didn't hear him so with a roll of his eyes again, Sam paced over to Deans bed, smacking his shin harshly. "Hey!" Snapping Dean out of his daze.

"Hey, man. You gotta try this. I mean, there really is magic in the magic fingers" Dean chuckled, taking out one of his earbuds, twiddling his fingers. "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable" Sam cleared his throat, looking away from his brother before settling on his own bed. Y/N snorted at this, chuckling before groaning slightly when the pain struck in her forehead.

"What am I supposed to do? I mean you've got us on lockdown. Here, I'm bored outta my skull" Dean defended, his eyes flicking over to y/n, a pang of concern and hopelessness in his chest. "And y/n can't even see clearly with how she's feeling" He added in a low tone. "Hey, you two were the bank robbers on the 11 o'clock news, not me" Sam sassed, "He's right man, we can't risk walking into a government facility" Y/N chimed in, defending Sam's point.

Dean just rolled his eyes at her, before plugging back his headphone. "Hmm" He hummed nonchalantly. Y/N scoffed at this, leaning into her chair as Sam waved his brother off at his arrogance before walking over to the bathroom. The bell then dinged on his bed as the water ran in the bathroom sink, Sam washing his hands. The bell ding indicated the massage session was over.

"Aw, fuck. That was my last quarter" Dean groaned, pulling out his earbuds again. "Hey Princess, you got any quarters?" Dean flashed Y/N a cheeky smile. Y/N rolled her eyes at him before pushing herself out of the chair, strolling over to her duffel bag, she pull out her hand wallet. Opening it up, she shook out a few quarters and then reached across to him and dropped them into his awaiting hand.

"There, you happy?" she teased as she returned back to her chair by the window. Hoping he'd respond in the way he usually does. Deans eyes followed her as she made her way back to her seat, the small smirk on his lips growing. "Very" He chuckled before feeding the coins into the machine and started it up again, "Thank you, sweetheart" He leaned back, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he let out a content sigh of satisfaction.

He leaned his head back in ecstasy, a small moan escaping his lips, "God I could stay here all damn day". Y/N chuckled as she lit another cigarette, shaking her head at his dramatic display. She couldn't help but watch him as he enjoyed the bed, his muscles relaxed and his face showing pure bliss. Her eyes roamed from his arms, admiring the strength that was hidden within them, down to his-

Woah, creepy much dude? Her internal monologue stopped her from ogling Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's exaggerated reaction as he exited the bathroom. "You really need to get laid" he commented under his breath. Y/N bursted out laughing at this, "Burn!" She exclaimed, putting up her hand for Sam to high five. Sam snickered at her reaction, high fiving her as he sat on the edge of his bed. He shot a look at his brother, who huffed out a sigh before shooting a death glare at the both of them.

"You two aren't funny. You're just jealous cause I'm enjoying myself more than either of you. At least I'm doing something productive instead of just... sitting there" Dean retorted, gesturing to Y/N who was enjoying her cigarette. "Oh excuse me for not feeling like doing something...productive because my head feels like Andre the Giant is tap dancing in it" She sassed, dusting the ash into her ashtray.

Dismissing Dean before turning to Sam, "So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Y/N asked, changing the subject to the hunt, "Yeah. Gloria Sytnik. And I'm not so sure she's crazy" Sam began, getting straight to business. "So she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?" Dean scoffed at the idea. "Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works" Sam nodded as their brows furrow at this.

"I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace" Sam explained, "Oh yeah, you're right. Sounds completely sane" Dean muttered sarcastically, "What about the dude she stabbed?" Y/N asked, "Uh, Carl Gulley. Said she killed him because he was evil" Sam explained, tossing his legs up his bed, leaning back on the head frame. "Was he?" Dean questioned, closing his eyes as he bit his lip from the 'magic fingers' massaging his tense back.

"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. He didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a church goer" Sam sighed as he listed off. "Hmm, so the Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko" Y/N suggested, leaning forward as she crushed her burnt out cigarette bud in the ashtray. Dean nodded in agreement, "I mean, she wouldn't be the first nut job in history to...kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?" Dean chimed in as the machine bell dinged.

"No, but she was the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. A little but odd, don't you think?" Sam defended. "Odd, yes. Supernatural, maybe. But angels, I don't think so" Y/N scoffed, shaking her head in skepticism. "Agreed" Dean pumped his fist in the air at this. Sam's brows furrowed at his brother and friends disregarded at the possibility of angels existing, "Why not?" He questioned.

"Because there's no such thing, Sam" Dean said as if it were obvious. Sam scoffed at the irony, he knew that Dean and Y/N had a history that led to a lack of faith, but with the things they've been though. You'd think they'd believe a little more by now. "Guys, there's 10 times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted" Sam defended, pushing himself up from his bed.

Sam rested his hands on his knees as he faces his brother. Y/N found herself fiddling with the charm bracelet Dean gifted her for her 21st, a little lost in her own mind but she quickly snapped out of it. Looking back up at the boys.

"Hey, you know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I here that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass" Dean sassed his brother. Y/N feigned a confused look at this, pouting her bottom lip, "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" Dean's expression softened a bit as her untimely humor as Sam snickered.

"That's cute. I'm just saying, guys. There's some legends that you just....You file under bullshit" Dean shrugged. "Amen, hallelujah" Y/N agreed, Sam rolled his eyes at the irony of her statement. "And you two have got angels on the bullshit list" Sam scoffed. "Yep" Dean and Y/N muttered in unison. "Why?" Sam narrowed his eyes at them. "Because we've never seen one" Dean defended.

"So, what?" Sam huffed exasperated. "So, I believe in what I can see. In what we all can see" Y/N added firmly. "Y/N/N, you are literally a psychic. You sense spirits and maybe even demons. Your fucking eyes flash white and your fingers turn blue when you move shit with you mind, dude. And you have the gall to say that?" Sam exaggerated. Y/N huffed at Sam, she couldn't argue with that.

"That's different" she muttered under her breath. "Yeah, those are real. And they can kill you. I'm skeptical about it too, I don't wanna believe that there's the possibility of angels. Because if there's angels, then there is a God. And if there is a God, what kind of sick God watches his children suffer tremendously?" She added firmly. "I mean, wars? Plaques? Diseases? Genocide? I'm not gonna serve a God or even believe in one that watches this kind of bullshit happen. Thus, he isn't real and neither are angels" She rest her case.

Sam's eye practically twitched at this, hating the fact that she had a good point. "Right, then so neither is Harry Potter" Sam rebutted. "Hey, you leave Harry Potter out of this" Y/N warned, pointing a firm finger at him. Sam shook his head at her before turning to his brother. "Dean, we have all seen things most people couldn't even dream about" He pressed, defending the possibility of angels existing.

"Exactly. With our own eyes." Dean pointed to his eyes with his fingers. "We've seen y/n/n use her mojo and that ESP thing was proven to be right. That's hard proof. Okay? But in all this time, I have never see anything that looks like an angel" Dean defended firmly. "Now don't you think if they existed that we would've crossed past us with them or at least know someone that crossed paths with them?" He further attempted to prove his point.

"No. This is a demon or a spirit and y/n/n can figure that out for us with her woo-woo feelings and crystal ball" Dean argued, gesturing with a wiggle of his fingers before, pointing at y/n. "Hey, my feelings are not 'Woo Woo'. And I don't use a crystal ball" Y/N scowled, crossing her arms as her eyes narrowed at the elder Winchester. "You know what I mean, and you know I'm right" Dean said to her, as if she was a petulant child.

Y/N flipped him the bird at this, "Hey, I'm not some supernatural mood ring or some human EMF meter" She protested. Sam sighed heavily, not believing that they were actually arguing for such nonsense. He loved them both dearly, but they could be insufferable at times when they were both being stubborn. And this was one of those times.

The tension between the two was noticeable from miles away. He had no idea what had them on edge like this, they had been cold to each other since the bank incident but that was not a can of worms Sam Winchester was willing to open. Nope. Nuh-uh.

"Guys, you're arguing in circles here" Sam stated through clenched teeth. Y/N and Dean glared at each other for a few more seconds before Y/N finally huffed and turned her gaze away from him. Dean puffed air out of his nose and rolled his eyes at her.

"Whatever" Dean huffed, waving Y/N off before turning to his brother. "These things, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal and they trick them into killing these randoms" Dean finished his argument as Sam sighed, shaking his head again at them for the umpteenth time. "Maybe" He sighed, not bothering to argue with them anymore because it was no use.

"Can we just-? Man, I'm going stir crazy here" Dean rambled, getting up from his bed to pace the room. Y/N's eyes followed him as he did this. "Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?" He suggested but Sam scoffed, shaking his head. "I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF." Sam informed them. "You didn't see any fluffy, white wing feathers?" Y/N sassed, earning an eyeroll from her best friend and an amused snort from Dean.

"But, Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign. Right beside Carl Gulley's doorway" Sam said, ignoring her comment. "Could be something at his house. It's worth checking out" Dean raised his brow.

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The Impala drove down the streets of Providence, Rhode Island before coming to a stop infront of the recently deceased Carl Gulleys house. Y/N's headache had eased to the point it was bearable so she tagged along with the boys. Dean attempted to open the back door for Y/N but she stopped him, "I've got it" She assured him a tad harshly before hopping out and shutting the door to the aged car along with Sam.

Dean felt a tug at his heart by this but swallowed it down forcefully before turning to the house.

Dean's eyes zoomed in on statue of an angel, posted at the front door. "Oh, hey, Sam. I think I found it" Dean poked fun at his brother, referring to Y/N's comment about fluffy white wing feather. Sam scoffed as Y/N snorted in amusement. "It's a sign from up above" Y/N added as they walked up the porch, leaving Sam down the porch with a skeptical look on his face.

The two scanned the area before walking back down. "Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations before New Years, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Ha" Dean chuckled in amusement at his own comment. Y/N shook her head as Sam's face remained unamused. "I'm laughing on the inside" The younger Winchester deadpanned.

Y/N then strolled over to the gate that attached to Carls back yard, pulling it open to see it unlocked. She turned to the boys, shrugging before taking in her surroundings to make sure no one could see them. Walking in, the boys following behind her. They then ended up around the side of the house to see the entrance to an underground cellar.

A thought flashed in Sam's head. "You know, Gloria said the guy was 'guilty to his deepest foundations'" He voiced his thought. Dean and Y/N brows raised at this, both their hands buried in their jacket pockets. "You think she literally meant the foundation?" Y/N questioned.

After breaking open the bunker door, the three hunters shone their lights into the dark tunnel, filing in one by one. The bunker seemed fairly normal, weird jars on the shelves with red sludge. But Y/N eyes zeroed in on what seemed like human scratches on the wall, she flashed her light in the direction, stepping closer to it.

Tilting her head, she crouched infront of it. "Fellas" She whispered, "You got something?" Dean asked, crouching next to her. She reached forward and pulled out something that was embedded into the wall. Both her and Sam grimaced, "What is it?" Dean asked, "It's a....fingernail" Sam said as y/n handed it to him. The three share a disturbed look at this as y/n's stomach churned as Dean went to the other side of the bunker. Picking up two shovels, handing one to his brother. The two brothers then started to dig at the rubble and dirt below them.

After a couple of minutes of digging, they uncovered the skeletal remains of a human body. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" Y/N muttered in disgust. "So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian" Sam perked up with irony. "Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about. I'll give you that" Dean admitted.

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The next day, Y/N was on her bed resting her eyes while Dean sat on his bed, listening to a satellite radio. "We got a minor T.A. involving a, uh, motorcycle and a van. This is at the corner of, uh, 28th and Pine. 28th and Pine" The woman over the radio said as Dean glanced back at Y/N, who's face was covered with an old Playboy magazine.

His eyes then went over to the quarter operated massage machine on his bed. "You really don't got no more quarters?" Dean asked y/n hopefully. "Dean, I am flat broke. You dried me out" Y/N grumbled, her words slightly muffled from the magazine. Dean sighed in defeat as the door opened, revealing Sam. "Did you bring quarters?" He asked his brother hopefully, y/n rolled her eyes underneath her magazine at this.

Sam furrowed his brows, his eyes flickered over to the machine, narrowed at it before looking back at his brother. "Dude, I am not enabling your sick habit." Sam sassed, tossing Dean a bag of fries. "You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies" He huffed, settling on his bed.

Y/N giggled at this, removing her magazine from her face. "What are you talking about? I eat" Dean scoffed, offended. "No kidding" Y/N grumbled, earning a glare from Dean, which she responded with a cheeky smile. "And I got news" Dean added. "Me too" Sam said. "Alright, you go first" Dean responded, digging into his bag of fries.

"Three students have disappeared off the college campus this year. All were last seen at the library." Sam informed them. "Where Carl Gulley worked" Y/N pointed out. "Yup" Sam nodded in confirmation. "Sick fuck" Dean grumbled, tossing a fry into his mouth. "So, Gloria angel-" Sam attempted to say, "Angel?" Y/N cut him off with a judgmental look.

"Okay, whatever this thing is" Sam rolled his eyes. "Okay, well whatever it is, it struck again" Dean cut him off this time. "What?" Sam gasped. "Dean was just listening to the police radio before you got here. There was this guy, uh, Zach Smith. Some local drunk. He went up to a strangers front door last night and stabbed him in the heart" Y/N told Sam, pushing herself up from her bed.

"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed" Sam assumed. "Yup. Roma Downey made him do it" Dean confirmed, Y/N snorted at the reference as Sam shook his head before Dean got up, pacing across the room. "Now I uh.." He tore a post it note he stuck on the mirror, "...got the victims address" He smirked, flashing Sam and Y/N a suggestive look.

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Later they found themselves hopping the fence to the victims house. Sam stuck his knife between the lock for the window, fiddling with it until the lock snapped. Retracting his knife before pushing the window up and open. Sam crawled in first, then Dean and lastly y/n.

Sam took up the liberty of searching the victims laptop and computer desktop while Dean and Y/N searched the downstairs and upstairs.

Sometime later, Sam was still on the computer while Dean strolled downstairs with a catalog in hand. "Find anything, guys?" Y/N asked the boys. "Well, Frank liked his catalog shopping. That's about all I got. You?" Dean responded but she shook her head. "Zilch" She sighed, "You?" She turned to Sam. "Not much here" Sam responded, trying to hack a file.

"Except he's got this one locked file on his computer that I can't seem to get unlocked" Sam grumbled as Y/N peered over his shoulder. "Lemme get a look" She said, pushing his aside on the rolling chair. "Wha- Hey!" Sam huffed, tapping her on her shoulder. "I almost had it. Why you gotta be bitchy?" Sam grumbled. "Why you gotta be so slow?" Y/N quicker back, earning a middle finger from Sam which she snorted at.

Dean shook his head at their antics, still sitting through the catalogs. After a few attempts, she cracked the code. "Got it. Password was 'password'" She smiled widely, pulling a chair to sit next to Sam now as she raised a brow. "You're kidding" He snorted. "Nope" She shook her head, kicking her feet up on the table. "God" Sam groaned as he clicked open other file to see dozens of emails. "What?" Dean and Y/N asked in unison, concerned by his tone.

"Uh, he has all these emails. Dozens. To this lady named Jennifer" Sam informed them as Dean strolled over, leaning down between the two younger hunters to get a look at the emails. He clicked open the emails and upon reading some of it, y/n began to feel sick to her stomach. "This 'lady' was 13 years old" Sam states. She clenched her jaw at the statement, closing her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"God, I don't wanna hear this" Dean groaned, all feeling sick from the discovery. "Looks like they met in a chat room....These emails are pretty personal guys" Sam swallowed the growing lump in his throat as he continued to read through the emails, he clicked on another file and clenched his jaw with a scoff as he read. "Look at that, setting up a time and place to meet" He shook his head as he continued to read.

"They were supposed to meet today" Dean pointed to the date on the email, the three sharing a look of disgust. "Huh. I guess if you're stab someone, good timing" Y/N commented, feeling less and less sorry for the sicko who got killed, balling up her fists in her lap as Dean got up from between their shoulders to pace the room. "I don't know, guys, this is weird, you know? I mean sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost a do-gooder. Like-like a-" Dean started to say but Sam cut him off.

"Avenging angel?" Sam cut him off, giving his knowing look as Y/N leaned back into the chair, "Not this again, Sam" She groaned, throwing her head back. She didn't want to admit he had a point, she was considering the fact that it could've actually been an angel because from all of the houses they've checked out. There was no EMF, no sulfur and none of that woo-woo feeling she usually gets. Deans words, not hers.

"Well how else do you explain it, y/n/n?" Sam defended as Dean began to search through some of the hard copy files in the victims draws. "Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world class pervs and sickos. And I bet if you dug deep enough of the other guys-" Sam stated the facts.

"Hey" Dean cut Sam's ranting off, "What?" Sam groaned. "You said Carl Gulley was a churchgoer, right?" Dean asked as he held up a flier. "Yeah?" Sam answered. "What was the name of the church?" Dean asked. "Uh...Our Lady of the Angels. Why?" Y/N told him, having remembered it from her and Sam's research. Deans brows raised at the irony as he handed her the flier. "Course' that'd be the name. Looks like Frank went to the same church" He told them, peaking their interest.

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Soon after, the trio found themselves at the Our Lady of The Angels church. The second Y/N entered that church, she felt the chills rise at the back of her neck. Something she did not miss whatsoever. Yep, definitely a spirit.

"So, you're interested in joining the parish?" Father Reynolds asked them. "Yeah, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday" Dean quipped up. "Where did you say you lived before?" Reynolds asked. "Uh-" Sam stuttered. "Premont, Texas" Y/N came up with the first place that came to mind. "Yup" Sam nodded, going along with it.

"Really? That's a nice town" Reynolds gasped surprised, smiling as they all walked down the aisle and towards the alter. "St. Theresa's Parish. You must know the priest there" Reynolds said, earning panicked looks from the three. "Sure, yeah. No, it's, uh, Father O'Malley" Dean came up with the first lie. "Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy" Reynolds raised a curious eye at this. "Shaughnessy. Exactly. What did I say?" Dean chuckled, feigning confusion.

"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father" Sam cut in, "And we're happy to have you. We could use some young blood around here" Reynolds nodded. "Hmm. Listen, I gotta as, and no offense, but the neighborhood-?" Y/N questioned curiously. "Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that. But that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime, you work you butt off" Reynolds said honestly.

"Yeah, well we heard about the murders" Dean added. "Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine. I'd known them for years." Reynolds nodded, his tone sad. "And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam asked curiously. "Yes. Misguided souls. To this that Gods messenger would appear and invite people to murder. It's tragic." Reynolds scoffed. "So you don't believe in these angel yarns?" Dean asked with a shrug.

Oh, no. I absolutely believe in em. Kind of goes with the job description" Reynolds chuckled. Y/N's eyes canvassed the church, her gaze landing on an angel painting, "Father, that's Michael, right?" She asked, pointing to the painting of Michael standing above Lucifer, wielding his sword. "That's right, the Archangel Michael with the flaming sword. A fighter of demons. And a holy force against evil" Reynolds nodded, explaining the history.

"So, they're not really the Hallmark-card version that everyone thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant" Sam asked, earning questionable looks from Dean and Y/N. "I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful" Reynolds said before adding, "But, uh, yes. A lot of scripture paints angels as God's warriors. An angels of the Lord appeared to them, glory of the Lord shone down upon them and they were terrified. Luke 2:9" Reynolds quoted the Bible but Y/N's mind was stuck on one thing he said.

Angel of the Lord....where have I heard that before? I've heard that somewhere, fuck where did I hear that? She thought to herself, it was now eating her.

"Thank you for speaking with us, Father" Sam thanked Reynolds as they all made their way down the steps of the large church. "It was my pleasure. Hope to see you again" Reynold said kindly as Y/N's eyes landed on what looked like a vigil. "Hey, Father. What's all that for?" She asked curiously, pointing to the candles, flowers and cards on the side of the steps, leading down from the church.

"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here." Reynolds informed them sadly, staring at the vigil. "Was?" Dean asked. "Passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt" Reynolds explained, y/n's brow shot up at this. Now thinking that it could be his spirit she was sensing, that is, if his spirit was still lingering for whatever reason. "When did this happen?" She asked urgently, "Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys" Reynolds sighed at the tragic memory.

"I'm sorry" Sam shook his head sympathetically. "Yeah, me too. He was a good friend." Reynolds sighed, "I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood." Sam and Y/N nodded understandably at this. "And ever since he died, I've been praying my heart out." Reynolds admitted, "For what?" Y/N asked gently. "For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose"

Yep, that'll do it. Y/N thought.

The hunters shared a knowing look at this before Dean turned to him, "Padre, thanks. We'll see you again" Dean said formally, offering Reynolds his hand, which he took, shaking it firmly. Before shaking Sam's and then Y/N's. After Reynolds went back into the church, Dean reached over and picked up the picture of Father Gregory from the vigil.

"Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death." Dean pointed out. "That's vengeful material right there. And I felt a heavy presence when I was in the church, no doubt that's our Father Gregory leering around." Y/N agreed , "Exactly. And he knew all the other stiffs here because they all went to church here. In fact, I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them nobody else knew" Dean added as Sam looked hesitant.

"Then again...Father Reynolds started praying for God's help two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening" Sam pointed out, making the two roll their eyes. "Oh, come on, man. What's your deal?" Y/N groaned. "What do you mean?" Sam scoffed, raising a brow. "Look, I'll admit, we're a bit of skeptics.." Dean gestured between him and y/n. "..but since when are you all Mr. 700 Club?" Dean argued, making Sam roll his eyes.

"No, seriously, y/n just said she felt a presence and you're still questioning it? She's been right about 90% of the crap we've been through so far." Dean defended. "From the get-go, you've been willing to buy this angel crap. I mean, what's next, are you gonna start praying everyday?" Dean scoffed, this made Y/N's breath hitch. Her mind tracing back to when Dean was in that hospital bed and she prayed for him.

"I do" Sam admitted, his voice low. This shocked Dean when he turned back to his brother. "What?" Dean raised a brow. "I do pray everyday. I have for a long time" Sam told Dean, a questioning look on his face as y/n's gaze was trapped on the ground. "The things you learn about a guy, huh" Dean muttered before turning to y/n.

"What about you, y/n/n? You pray?" He asked her, voice softer than usual, the look in her eye alerted him. Y/N looked up from the ground, meeting his gaze. "Not at all anymore" She sighed, "Last time I did, shit kinda hit the fan" She scoffed, "But when I did pray..." She then gripped her heart shaped locket she wore on her neck at all times. "...I prayed for all of us"

"You what now?" Dean asked, surprised at this. "Mhm" She hummed, her fingers clutching tighter at the locket. "But like I said, I don't pray anymore" She tried to sound casual but there was an edge to her tone. She then opened the locket to show them, inside was a picture of her and the boys in their teens on one side, and another picture of all of their parents. F/N, M/N, John and Mary in their younger days, on the other side.

Sam and Dean could see the nostalgia in her eyes. "Yeah" Dean hummed, looking at the pictures. "Good times" He muttered, a fond smile on his face. Y/N closed the locket up as Sam cleared his throat, breaking the sentimental moment. "I'm surprised you still have that" Sam chuckled quietly, his eyes trained on the locket. Y/N's fingers left the locket slowly, resting by her side. "I don't take it off. Ever." She mumbled softly, trying to avoid the subject.

Deans eyes glanced down to the charm bracelet around her wrist, a tug at his heart ached slightly at the fact that she never took it off either. Always cherishing the little things they all got for each other before he quickly covered it up with a roll of his eyes.

"That's sweet" Dean nodded before his usual sarcasm started to take affect. "Sappy too" He teased, earning a smack on the chest from Y/N. "Shut up, asshat" She huffed, shoving him away. "Whatever, nutcase" He shot back in his usual tone, rolling his eyes. The two shared a heated glare, "Whatever" She grumbled, changing the topic. "Come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave" before walking back up the stairs of the church to head to the crypt.

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Dean and Y/N made their way into the crypt, with her holding the back of her neck, groaning slightly from the chills. Mostly likely from the lingering spirit in the crypt. "You okay?" Dean asked, noticing her rubbing her neck. "Yeah" Y/N nodded, moving the hair from her nape.

Sam was a bit behind them, on the other side, looking for the grave when he heard whispering. His eyes darted to one of the angel statues in the dusty hall, widening as it shook. He inched closer to it, confusion etched on his face. Only to dazzled by a white bright light as he turned his head, his eyes widen with awe the light shone over his body.

Dean and Y/N ended up finding Father Gregory's grave, his tomb was wrapped in wormwood, proof that they were indeed dealing with a spirit.

"Angel, my ass" Dean snorted as they started at the tomb. "Told you it was a spirit" Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I didn't doubt you and your ESP thing for a second, princess" Dean smirked, flashing her a wink, earning another glare from y/n. "You see that Sam- Sammy?" Dean started to say but when he looked back, Sam was nowhere to be found. Both Jim and Y/N looked around confused.

"Where the hell is he?" Dean muttered as him and y/n looked for Sam in the crypt. "He was right behind us" Y/N told him. "Sam, come on. Get the lead out" Dean shouted when he opened the door, only to see his little brother, passed out on the floor. "Sammy!" Dean and Y/N gasped, rushing to his side. Both shaking him awake, their hearts were beating out of their chest as Y/N leaned down to check if he was still breathing. She gave Dean a firm nod,

"Sam! Hey!" Dean grunted, shaking his brother once more. Sam gasped awake, shooting up from his position. "You okay?" Y/N asked gently, resting her hands at the sides of his face as she checked his body for injuries. "Yeah" Sam grunted, a bit disoriented, his eyes darting back to the angel statue infront of him. "Yeah. I'm okay" He smiled, blinking consistently, earning questioning looks from Dean and Y/N.

"Come on" Dean said, gripping him by his shirt to help him up.

Now back in the church, Dean and y/n shared a knowing look as they both held Sam closely. "You saw it, didn't you?" Y/N stated the obvious. But Sam didn't answer. "Didn't you?" Dean pressed, both getting go of Sam. "Yeah. Yeah, guys. I saw an angel" Sam smiled, a sense of revelation in his voice. This left Dean and Y/N flabbergasted. Dean then fished out his flask, offering it to Sam as he took a seat on the pews at the front of the church, near the stage.

"Here" Sam looked at Dean as if he were crazy, "I don't want a drink" He denied the alcohol, Dean just shrugged before offering it to y/n. "Fuck, why the hell not?" She muttered before accepting it, the stress of the situation getting to her. Gulping down the harsh whiskey before handing it back to Dean who took a swig of the alcohol himself. "So, what makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" Y/N asked, clearing her throat. "It just..." Sam struggled to find the words, a look of awe on his face.

"It appeared before me and just....This feeling washed over me, you know? Like- like peace...Like grace" Sam explained, his voice filled with joy. Dean and Y/N exchanged a skeptical and slightly amused look at this, "Okay, ecstasy boy. Maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat?" Dean mocked, an amused smile on his face, earning glare from y/n, along with a look that said, 'Too far, man'. Dean's smile dropped before clearing his throat.

"Guys, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was" Sam said exasperated. "It's just a spirit, Sam" Y/N tried to assure Sam, this made him glare at her. "Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds" She added as she took a seat next to him, Dean then sat besides her. Sandwiching y/n between the two of them. "Okay, let me guess...you were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You just gotta wait for some divine Bat Signal, is that is?" Dean scoffed, pointing out the way the case has been going.

"Yeah, actually" Sam deadpanned, "Great" Y/N muttered, shaking her head. "I don't supposed you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Dean quipped, "Actually, I did guys. And the angel told me" Sam sassed, "He hasn't done anything....yet. But he will." He added, this made y/n groan, leaning forward to bury her face in her hands as Dean chuckled, getting up from the pew. "Oh, this is- this is- I don't believe this" Dean muttered amused but he was actually scared.

Terrified at the fact that angels could be real, not wanting to believe it as stood infront of them. "Guys, the angels hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's gonna do something awful and I can stop it!" Sam defended, raising his voice. "You know, we're supposed to be bad too, Sam. Maybe Dean should just stop us right now!" Y/N snapped, losing her patience. Getting up to stand next to Dean. Sam narrowed his eyes at her.

"You know what, guys? I just don't understand! Why can't you two even consider the possibility?!" Sam yelled, "What? That this is an angel?!" Dean retorted, saying it as if it's the stupidest possibility ever. "Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will" Sam continued to ramble, making y/n roll her eyes, placing her hands on her hips and she shook her head. Dean looked at his brother with disbelief.

"Okay. Alright. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. Hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier." Dean started, walking back over to the pew, taking a seat as y/n sat on one of the steps leading up to the stage. Across from Sam. "I'll tell you who else has faith like that: Mom and Mrs. L/N" Dean added, this made their heads dart to this direction. Y/N's heart skipping a beat at the mention of her mom, her hand reaching up to clutch her locket again.

"She used to tell me when she would tuck me in. That angels were watching over us. Mrs. L/N did the same whenever she would babysit me. In fact...that was the last thing Mom ever said to me" Dean admitted, his voice strained with pain he's desperately trying to hold back. "You never told us that" Sam voiced his thoughts as tears welled up in both him and y/n's eyes. "What's to tell? They were wrong" Dean shrugged nonchalantly but it was just a ploy to cover up the pain.

"There was nothing protecting them. There's no higher power, there's no God." He continued, his tone desolate. Sam looked away, trying to hold back tears as y/n's voice broke through. "There's just chaos and violence" She murmured, her gaze trapped on nothing as her mind swirled with the new information. "Exactly. Random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds" Dean added, holding back tears as he held an amused tone but it was failing miserably.

"So you want us to believe in this stuff? We're gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any?" Dean quipped, Sam couldn't answer so he continued. "Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit" Dean smirked before pointing to y/n in front of them, this made her roll her eyes once again.

They were all now knelt infront of Father Gregory's tomb, which was covered with worm wood vines. "It's looks like-" Sam began, "It's wormwood." Dean cut him off. "Plant associated with the dead. Specifically, the ones that are not at rest" Y/N added as Dean looked around the crypt, "I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker" Dean commented as Sam's face dropped.

"It's him, Sam" Y/N told him matter of factly, but Sam didn't look too convinced. "Maybe" Sam sighed, "Maybe?" Dean and Y/N gaped at his hesitation, "Guys, I don't know what to think" Sam shook his head and y/n narrowed her eyes at him. "Okay, if wormweed and my word isn't enough for you. You want some more proof, I'll give you more proof" Y/N clenched her jaw. "How?" Sam snorted.

"We'll summon Gregory's spirit" She suggested with a shrug, Dean's brows perked up at the idea. Not against it but surprised she suggested it, "What? Here? In the church?" Sam gaped, baffled. "What do you say?" Y/N turned to Dean, who thought about it for a second before saying, "Yeah" He got up, along with the two younger hunters.

"We just need a few odds and ends and that seance ritual in Dad's journal." Dean said as they walked out of the crypt, "Oh, seance, great. Hope Whoopi's available" Sam sassed, amused by y/n's suggestion. "That's funny, actually. Seriously" Y/N deadpanned, glaring at Sam, a bit offended. He turned to her, surprised by her tone. "If Father Gregory's spirit is around, which I know he is. The seance will bring him right to us." She said firmly before adding.

"And if it's him, then we put him to rest" Sam placed his hands on his hips, "But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothing will happen." Sam pointed out, "Exactly her point" Dean defended, "It's one of the perks of the job, Sammy. We don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't you wanna know for sure?" He added. "Y/N gets to practice her ES- OW!" Dean hissed, clutching his arm because y/n, once again, smacked him.

"I didn't say anything!" He defended, his voice going up an octave, an amused look on his face as she glared at him. She knew damn well he was gonna say, 'Y/N gets to practice her ESP thing' and as cute as his teasing was, it was getting fucking annoying. "You were going to" She gritted her teeth at him, a smirk plastered on his face. "I'm right though" He sassed, only for her glare to deepen.

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"Dudes, alright. I'll admit, we've gone pretty ghetto with spell work before but this takes the cake" Sam chuckled between words as they left the convenience store. Sam carrying a paper bag with the materials for the spell, "I mean, a SpongeBob placemat instead of an altar cloth" Sam cackled, throwing his head back laughing along with y/n, who was nodding in agreement at it.

"We'll just put it SpongeBob side down" Dean retorted amused, making them laugh more as they approached the Impala. Suddenly, Sam's laughter holt, his eyes darting to a man across the street, a white bright light flashing behind the man. "Guys, that's it" Sam suddenly said, "What?" Dean and Y/N questioned in unison, both confused by his sudden shift in mood.

"That's the sign." Sam pointed to them man, "Where?" Dean questioned, both him and y/n turning to the direction Sam was pointing. "Right there. Right behind that guy" Sam said firmly, but they saw nothing. Only the guy on the street, "We have to stop him" Sam said determined, rushing to approach the guy but they quickly stopped Sam as the guy crossed the street. "Wait a minute" Dean whispered,

"What are you two doing? Let me go" Sam huffed, "Dude, you're not gonna go kill somebody because a ghost told you. Are you insane?!" Y/N whisper yelled at her best friend. "Guys, I'm not insane. I'm not gonna kill him, I'm gonna stop him." Sam insisted. "Define stop, huh? I mean, what are you gonna do?" Dean grumbled as they watched the guy hop into his car.

"Dean, Y/N, please. He's gonna hurt someone, you know it" Sam pleaded. Dean and Y/N exchanged a look, a silent conversation between their eyes before nodding, "Alright, come on" Y/N ushered Sam away from Impala as Dean hopped in. Watching the man drive off. Sam assumed they were all gonna follow behind the man but Dean locked the passenger side door. "Dean, unlock my door" Sam banged on the passenger window but his brother shook his head.

"You're not killing anyone, Sam. I got this guy, you and y/n go do the seance." Dean ordered, starting up his car. "Dean, what the fuck?!" Sam shouted but Y/N pulled him back as Dean drove away. Leaving Sam bewildered. "Come on, angel boy" Y/N pulled Sam in the direction of the crypt.

Dean followed the man's car to a house. The man got out, bouquet of flowers in his hand as Dean parked a could yards away from him. A woman emerged from the house, the man approaching her. Handing her the flowers, giving him a hug before he opened the passenger door for him. Hopping into his car.

Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N were at the crypt. Having already set up the candles on the facedown SpongeBob place mat. Six little white candle were lit, and placed in the center was a large black candle. Sam paced behind y/n nervously, biting his nail. "We would there. That guys gonna do something bad, y/n/n" Sam grumbled, "Can it, angel boy. Dean's got it covered" Y/N said firmly, patting the ground next to her, where she said crisscrossed.

"Sit" She instructed Sam. He opened his mouth to protest but y/n cut him off again, "I said, sit, little Winchester" She repeated in a demanding tone. He let out a frustrated huff, before plopping next to y/n. She then struck a match, the naked flame being one of the only sources of light in the dark crypt before lighting the black candle in the middle of the six small already lit, white candles.

He watched as she pulled a small pouch from her jacket pocket, setting it down next to her. Untying the string around it, "What's that?" Sam couldn't help but ask. "It's mountain mist. Used to help lure spirits" Y/N answered as she took out a few leaves from the pouch. Sam huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, this is really gonna attract a spirit" He sassed sarcastically. "Shut the hell up" Y/N snapped at him.

She then picked up John journal, handing it to Sam and pointed to the incantation, "Now, say these words with me" Y/N instructed gently. Sam looked at her before nodding, ready to do and say anything to prove to her that he was right. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and then extending her hand to him. Sam took it into his, clasping his large hand into hers. She took a deep breath, before follow letting go.

Allowing her energy to flow, then as she reopened her eyes. They flashed its usual white, her hand glowing a light shade of aqua blue in his as both spoke in unison, "Ego vobiscum exaudi. Ego rogare te, Ut adiuva me, Pater, Veni ad me. In nombni Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti." Once they finished the Latin incantation, y/n sprinkled a little bit of the mountain mist using her free hand over the black candle.

Causing it to spark upwards in a large flame, startling them both. Slightly glazing her fingertips. Due to the spark, the two didn't hear the door open behind them. In walked Father Reynolds, absolutely bewildered by what he was witnessing, "What are you two doing?" He gasped, causing the two to become startled again, eyes wide. "What is this?!" Reynolds gaped at the candles as Sam and Y/N, both panicked, hurried to their feet. "Uh..." Y/N muttered.

"Father, please, we can explain. Uh..." Sam tried to explain. Dropping his fathers journal. His eyes darted to y/n who had a look of, 'I don't know what to say, dude!' On her face. "Actually, uh, maybe we can't. Um..." Sam gulped before y/n took initiative, stepping closer to Reynolds. "This is, uh, a seance." She said honestly, "A seance? Young lady, you are in a house of God" Reynolds bellowed disapprovingly.

"It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any" Sam said sheepishly, stepping closer to y/n. "Enough! You two are coming with me" Reynolds growled, snatching the two hunters by their wrists to escort them out of the crypt. "Father, please, if you could-" "Just wait a second" Sam and Y/N pleaded, their eyes widening in horror when a bright white light emerges from Father Gregory's crypt as the chills in the back of y/n's neck reemerged.

Reynolds turned to face the light, his eyes wide as he gasped, "Oh, my God. Is that- is that an angel?" Reynolds gasped in awe, but Sam's face dropped when he realized Dean and Y/N was right. "No it's not. It's just Father Gregory" Sam said disappointed. A look of, 'I told you so' on her face, but she couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Sam, his faith and hope that it was an angel was just crushed because the seance worked.

Father Gregory's spirit fully appeared now, the bright light disappearing from behind him. "Thomas?" Reynolds gasped. "I've come in answer to your prayers" Gregory greeted with a smile.

Meanwhile, Dean was now following behind the man again in the Impala, down a dark road.

Back in the crypt, "Sam? I thought I sent you on a path. You should hurry" Gregory said surprised upon seeing Sam approaching him slowly. "Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel" Sam responded, sympathetically. Y/N's face softened at this, "Of course I am" Gregory insisted, and now that....That made her roll her eyes. "No. You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest" She chimed in, "I was a man. But now I'm an angel" Gregory insisted once again.

"I was on the steps of the church. I felt that bullet pierce right through me. But there was no pain. And then suddenly, I could see...everything" Gregory explained the story of his demise. "Father Reynolds, I saw you praying and crying here. And I came to help you." Gregory added, turning to Reynolds. "Help me, how?" Reynolds asked confused.

Dean noticed the man pull into a dark alley way. He turned down corner, only to lose the man in the process. "Fuck!" Dean grunted in annoyance, slapping his steering wheel.

Back in the crypt, "Those murders....that was because of you?" Reynolds said fearfully as he stepped closer to Gregory's spirit. "I received the word of God. He spoke to me, hold me to smite the wicked. Im carrying out is will" Gregory defined as Y/N glared at him due to his savior complex and Sam shook his head in disbelief. "You're driving innocent people to kill" Reynolds retorted. "Those innocent people are being offered redemption." Gregory stated before turning to Sam and y/n.

"Some people need redemption" he said gently, almost as if he was speaking to them. "Don't they, Sam and y/n?" He said softly, Sam didn't dare look him in the eye. His heart dropping as y/n looked a tad bit confused. Realization dawned on her as guilt weighed on her chest, "How can you call redemption?" Reynolds gasped. "You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things" Gregory turned to Reynolds.

"Those people.." Sam began in a low tone, causing Gregory to turn to him. "...they're locked up." Sam growled. "No, they're happy" Gregory insisted, shaking his head. "They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I've given them the keys to heaven" He defended, "Well that's a sick way to earn the keys to the golden gates" Y/N muttered under her breath. "What?" Gregory exclaimed in disbelief at Y/N's comment.

"You heard me." Y/N stated, her arms crossed in annoyance. "You heard her" Sam added, narrowing his eyes at Gregory, coming to her defense. "Those people shouldn't be in jail, Father! I don't understand how your god would want them to commit such vial acts of crime" She scoffed. "It's not up to you to understand" Gregory said, trying to stay calm.

"Those people who were sent to damnation, have caused unspeakable harm to good people, that can't go unpunished" He stated. "No. No. This is vengeance, it's wrong" Reynolds shook his head. "Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided" He added, trying to reason with Gregory but he simply smiled. "Father, no, I'm not misguided." Gregory shook his head.

"You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels" Reynolds stated firmly, "But....but I-I don't understand" Gregory stuttered, turning to Sam and y/n, then back Reynolds. "You prayed for me to come." He defended, "I prayed for God's help. Not this. What you're doing is not God's will." Reynolds further stated. "Thou shalt not kill, that's the word of God" He quoted the Bible, glaring at Thomas.

Dean ended up finding the car parked in an alley, he saw it shaking a bit. His brows raising until he heard a scream, instantly bursting into action, he rushed over, drawing his fist back before driving it through the drivers side window. Inside, the man was attempted to sexually assault the woman, wielding a box cutter. As the glass shards pool around Dean, he instantly right hooked the man, off guard.

Before reaching in and hauling him by his collar, driving his head into the steering wheel. Presumably, knocking him unconscious. The woman cried from terror as Dean reached in and unlocked the passenger door, using the button of the drivers side. The woman immediately opened the haul and got out of the car, disoriented and sobbing. Dean slid across the bonnet to the passenger side to aid to the woman.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" He asked the woman urgently, sick to his stomach, thinking about what that man could've and would've done to her had he not been there. "Thank God" The woman sobbed, nodding shakily as the car restarted behind them. The man narrowly escaping. "Fuck!" Dean cursed, "Are you sure you're okay?" Dean asked her again, she nodded again while sobbing her heart out.

"Do you have a cell phone?" She nodded again while clutching her clothes, which were ripped by the assailant. "Call 911" Dean instructed her before running to the Impala, hopping in and starting her up to chase the man.

Back in the crypt, Gregory stared at his tomb before turning to the three, looking absolutely defeated. "Let us help you" Y/N said softly, offering him a small encouraging smile. "No" Gregory sobbed. "It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you last rites" Reynolds pleaded. Gregory didn't answer as Sam and y/n stared at him, sympathy in their eyes before Reynolds raised his hands to the sky.

"O holy hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ, to sanctify our actions this day in fulfillment of the will of God" Reynolds prayed whole heartedly, doing the sign over the cross over. Gregory's spirit began to flicker, causing Reynolds to gasp, tears welling up in his eyes as Gregory looked down at himself, his face etched with fear. "Father Reynolds?" Gregory cried. Reynolds smiled tearfully, before raising his palm towards him.

"Rest" He said firmly, this made Gregory drop to his knees. Reynolds placed his palm over Gregory's forehead as Sam and Y/N looked on, their chest heaving. A tear rolled down Y/N's cheek because she could tell that this whole situation was ripping Gregory in two. On one hand, he wanted to continue the work he believed was from God, but at the same, he knew deep down that the things he was doing was wrong.

Sam felt his chest tighten. He felt for the man, the inner conflict, the pain. He felt Y/N's hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting manner. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as his eyes began to well up with tears.

"I call upon the Archangel Raphael...master of the air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend, that this being might be awakened to the world beyond" Reynolds finished his prayer tearfully, then suddenly, Gregory's spirit burst into a bright white dazzling light, it was almost magical as his spirit disappeared.

The chills at the back of y/n neck subsided, indicating that his spirit was now gone and now at rest.

Meanwhile, Dean was practically in a high speed chase with the assailant, chasing after him, his foot heavy on the gas. The Impala roared with speed the tail lights glowing from the pressure of the gas. The assailant's car quickly turned down another back ally, attempting to escape.

"Oh no, you don't you sick fuck!" Dean exclaimed, gritting his teeth, as he followed after him. Both cars maneuvered through the dark streets, weaving around corners, skidding on sidewalks and almost driving into parked cars. Dean was gaining on the man, but the man wasn't going down without a fight. However, Dean was determined not to let him get away.

The man's car suddenly swerved, narrowly missing a parked truck as he tried to throw Dean off his tail. But Dean remained focused, his eyes firmly on the man's car. He maneuvered the Impala through the tight gap, coming perilously close to slamming into the truck as well.

The man kept his eye on the Impala, infront of him was a loading van, packed with wires, metal bars and Woodstock on its tray. The van almost crash into another car, swerving sideway. Only for one of the metal rods to come flying off the van, barreling towards the assailants car and directly through the windshield on his side.

The impact of the metal rod was fierce, going directly through the windshield and striking the man square in the chest, killing him on impact. Luckily, he mashed the brake pedal before he could crash into the car. Deans eyes widened behind him, his foot practically driving through the floor boards with the pressure he put on his brake pedal.

The Impala came to a halt a few feet behind the assailants car. Dean sat there for a few moments, his heart hammering in his chest. He waited a few seconds before getting out of his car and walking over to the other car, approaching it slowly as he kept his guard up. "Holy fuck..." Dean gasped as he leaned down to see the bloody metal rod, peering through the back of the drivers seat.

He moved to the side of the car cautiously, his eyes widened at the sight of the man, his body slumped over the wheel now as the blood-soaked metal rod protruded through his chest. Dean grimaced and swallowed hard. He'd seen a lot, and death was becoming somewhat familiar to him. But the sight of this man, pinned against the wheel by the metal rod still horrified him tremendously.

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Sam and y/n were now back in their motel room, both silently folding their clothes as Dean opened the door, his keys jingling as he eyed them nervously. "How was your day?" He asked them, breaking the silence. Sam couldn't look at his brother, or his best friend. "You guys were right" Sam croaked, y/n's eyes darted to Sam. A look of sympathy on her face from his broken tone.

"It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory...." he sighed ashamed before turning to y/n, "I'm so sorry for doubting you especially, y/n/n" Y/N looked at Sam, her eyes softening at his genuine tone. She sighed softly, shaking her head. "Sammy, you don't have to apologize," she said sincerely, "We all make mistakes, and it's okay. Really."

She offered him a soft smile, hoping to alleviate some of his guilt. She comforted him, her eyes filled with sympathy and a touch of sadness knowing how torn up Sam was about the whole situation.

Dean scoffed, sighing painfully before taking out his flask from his jacket pocket. He took a swig from it before offering it to Sam. Sam eyed the flask for a moment before taking it from his brother, gulping down a few generous sips. "Thanks," he muttered, handing it y/n as Dean stripped his jacket off. Y/N didn't hesitate to take the flask from Sam, taking a small sip and feeling the strong burn of alcohol in her throat.

She coughed slightly and handed it back to Dean, who took a long swig of it himself, settling on his bed. The atmosphere was tense between them all, "I don't know, guys. I just, um..." Sam sighed deeply as Dean wiped his mouth. Y/N settled on the bed Sam's bed, crossing one leg over the other as sank next to her. "I wanted to believe....so badly that..." Sam's voice was hoarse as he spoke.

"It's so fucking hard to do this....what we all do." Sam spoke softly as Dean and y/n eyed him. Their hearts aching. "All alone, you know" Sam added, this made Dean and y/n glance at each other, Deans jaw clenched as y/n's heart sank further. "There's so much evil out in the world, guys, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about me and y/n's destiny, when I think about how we could end up...." Sam's head dropped.

Y/N's blood ran cold. She knew exactly what Sam was talking about, and it chilled her to the bone. She swallowed hard, her heart breaking at the sight of the man she calls her brother so defeated. “We’re not gonna end up evil, Sam” Y/N tried to convince him but deep down, she was worried. She tried to mask it but it concerned her inside out. Sam glanced at her, his eyes filled with worry and exhaustion. "You can't know that, y/n." He said, his voice low.

"Not with everything we've seen... everything we've been through... there's no telling what the future holds for us." She smiled tearfully at his words, “Hey, I’ve got that ESP thing. I can assure you” She joked, attempting to ease the situation with a bit of light humor, nudging him with her shoulder as she glanced over at Dean. Sam chuckled softly, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Yeah, you're like a discount fortune teller, right?" He teased back, nudging her back slightly. Dean glanced over at Y/N, a small smirk appearing on his face. He chuckled lightly, remembering countless times he had teased her about her abilities and how she always got irritated by it. In fact, just earlier today he was probing her about it, only to get smacked in the process.

“Yeah, well, y’all don’t worry about that, alright? I’m watching out for both of you” Dean assured them softly, y/n smiled at this. Her heart swelling, “Yeah…we know you are” Sam smiled weakly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But you’re just one person, Dean” He added, tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N’s head dropped at this. “And I needed to think that there was something else watching too, you know?” Sam poured his heart out.

“Some…higher power. Some greater good” He shrugged sheepishly, trying to mask his pain with a smile and a painful chuckle. “And that maybe I-…” Sam trailed off, staring down at his hands, his words caught in his throat as he attempted to stop himself from crying. “Maybe what?” Y/N asked softly. “Maybe I could be saved…maybe we could be saved.” Sam croaked.

Y/N’s heart broke seeing how vulnerable Sam was in this moment. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze in an attempt to comfort him. Dean, on the other hand, stayed quiet, absorbing Sam's words and the weight of his guilt gnawing at his chest. He glanced over at Y/N, who was silently consoling Sam, and he felt helpless as his little brother and the woman he loved was struggling right in front of him.

“But, uh…” Sam chuckled tearfully, shaking his head as he clutched onto y/n’s comforting hand firmly. “..you know, that just clouded my judgement. And you guys are right, I mean. We gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, what y/n can feel, with what’s right there infront of us with our own two eyes.” He continued as Dean sighed. “Yeah, well, it’s funny you say that” Dean chuckled humorlessly.

This made Sam and y/n tilt their head simultaneously in confusion, “Why?” They asked in unison as Y/N let go of Sam’s hand. “Gregory’s spirit gave you some pretty good information” Dean admitted, making their hearts drop. “The guy in the car was bad news. I barely got there in time.” He explained. “What happened?” Y/N asked worried, “He’s dead.” Dean informed them, Sam and y/n shared a concerned look at this.

“Did you…?” Sam attempted to ask but couldn’t find the words. “No.” Dean shook his head, making them breathe out in relief that Dean didn’t have that blood on his hands. “But I’ll tell you one thing. If-….” Dean took a deep breath. “The way he died, if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I never would’ve believed it” This made their eyes widen. “I mean…I don’t know what to call it. But-…” Deans words got caught in his throat as he reminisced on the horrifying accident.

“What?” Sam asked gently, but Dean looked away, his face contorted with terror, “Sweetie…what did you see?” Y/N asked softly, his eyes flickered back up to hers and she could see the anguish piercing through them. “Maybe….God’s will” Dean breathed out, connecting eyes with them. Leaving the two younger hunters stunned by his words.

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Author's Note: Hi my beauties! I know I know, late update I suck!😭I struggled to finish this episode because tbh it was just one of those filler episodes and these take me the longest.

Buttttttt, Born Under a Bad Sign is next and it’s one of my favorites!!! Definitely in my top 20 so hopefully I finish the next episode soon🥰🥰🥰I’m not gonna make any promises because life can get hectic but hopefully I finish it soon enough.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it! And did you like y/n’s dream? Hehe;)

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