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octoberclidan · 10 months

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Let It Out

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Note: this wasn't requested, this is just purely self indulgent. It's basically just my thoughts right now but in a world where Dean's there. I'm feeling kind of sad and just needed some Dean comfort, so this all came out in the space of an hour or so. There are most likely mistakes, but it did its job and I feel better now so I don't really care 🤷‍♀️

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[Y/N] sat at one of the tables in the bunker's library, she had a selection of the library's books on vampires laid out in front of her. Sam and Dean were out on a vampire hunt, but she'd decided to stay back this time. The Winchesters were the best hunters she'd ever heard of, and they'd taken her in not too long ago. She had been a hunter nearly all her life too, and she was good, just maybe not as good or as well known as the brothers. For the most part, [Y/N] was happy with her life. She was good at what she did, she saved lives, made the world a better place one monster at a time. Other hunters always complimented her when they worked together, she was knowledgeable, people looked to her for advice and valued her opinion on hunts. She lived with her two best friends, who she held very close to her heart. She loved staying up late researching with Sam, and she loved having Scooby Doo marathons with Dean. She lived in a warded, almost impenetrable bunker filled with all sorts of secrets, the answers to any supernatural question within her reach. Objectively, she had it pretty good.

However, she'd been struggling a little bit recently. Nothing that would make the boys notice, she wasn't really one to talk about her feelings, much like Dean in that regard. Just... little things. She wasn't anyone's first choice. Dean would always choose Sam, Sam would always choose Dean. Everyone she knew had their own person; someone who they'd choose over anyone else, someone they loved the most, someone they cared for the most, someone they couldn't live without. No one she knew had her in that position. [Y/N] didn't really have anyone in that position either. As she sat at the table, books at the ready in case one of the boys needed something, she wondered about who she would choose if she had to. Not even in a life or death situation, but say if they both called her at the same time. Would she really choose one over the other every time? Would she always answer Dean first, or always answer Sam first? Would it make a difference? She wasn't even sure if she really cared anymore.

Apart from that, she also felt a bit not needed recently too. She knew Sam wouldn't need to call her to ask her about vampire lore, he'd killed hundreds of them at this stage. Dean, having nearly become a vampire himself at one stage, obviously didn't need lore help on a vamp hunt either. He knew how to chop heads off. They didn't need her out there either, the two of them were more than enough to take down what sounded like a small nest themselves. She actually felt a little bit stupid, sitting there with the books out, phone sitting on the table after she'd double checked it wasn't on mute. They weren't going to need her for this. She hadn't received a notification at all since the previous night when Dean had sent her a quick 'made it to the motel, be back in a few days' text. She'd sent the boys a text earlier that day to tell them to let her know if they needed anything. They'd both read it. They hadn't responded. Of course they didn't need anything, not from her, they were the Winchesters.

She sat there staring at the old pages from the book she had open right in front of her, not taking anything in, just letting these thoughts go round and round in her head. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to justify feeling sad. She had everything she needed, nothing bad had happened. No one had said anything mean to her. She had no right feeling sorry for herself about not being Dean Winchester's number one priority. Still, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to different scenarios. What if she decided to just up and leave? Live on the road like she used to, go on solo hunts or meet up with a different hunter in every city. Would the boys ask her to come back? Or would they just wish her well, an 'it was nice having you, call us any time' sort of deal? She wasn't family, she wasn't like Cas, or Bobby. She wasn't even like Jody or Donna, she hadn't known them that long. She'd only ended up living in the bunker because she didn't have a place of her own, and Sam had suggested she take a room there after they'd gone on a few hunts together. The domesticity of her relationship with the boys was only out of convenience. The movie nights, late night celebrations at the bar, research days, game nights, long drives... they'd all go on whether or not she was there.

It was 2am when she realised her eyes were slightly stinging, dry from her blank staring, slightly aching from her effort to not give in to the sadness and start crying. Her back felt a bit stiff from sitting in the hard chair for hours too. She grabbed the book right in front of her and migrated to the couch in the back of the library, moving almost in autopilot, the self pitying thoughts still occupying most of her mind. She lay down on her back for a few minutes, trying to stretch out and relieve some of the tension she'd built up over the course of the day. With a sigh, she rolled over to her side and propped her head up with her elbow, leaning on the armrest. She had the book open in front of her on the couch, and she lazily flicked through the pages, still not really taking anything in. The tiredness had taken over and her eyes had been long closed by the time her phone buzzed from the table.

***

"No answer?" Dean asked from the drivers side, and Sam shook his head. "Try calling her, we're gonna be passing the diner in about five minutes".

"Right, yeah I'll call her now". Sam lifted his phone up to his ear and waited, but it rang out, a familiar voice telling him to leave a message. "Nope, nothing".

"That's not like her, what time is it? 1? 2?" Dean began tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he stopped at a traffic light.

"Just after 1pm, yeah. Maybe she's out and didn't bring her phone?"

"She never goes anywhere without her phone Sammy".

"Well maybe she's in the shower or something? Let's just stop in the diner anyway and pick up lunch, she always orders the same thing, we'll just get that". Sam watched as Dean's focus was glued to the traffic light, clearly ready to go as soon as it turned green. "Or if you're anxious about getting back, we can skip the diner". Sam tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice as he suggested this. He'd been looking forward to some food all day, having left their motel very early that morning. Dean had texted [Y/N] to tell her they'd finished up the hunt and were on their way home several hours ago, but she hadn't read it yet. Their plan was to stop in their favourite local diner on the way back and get some hot food for lunch, and Sam had texted [Y/N] to ask if she wanted anything, but she hadn't responded to him either, hadn't even read his text.

"I think we should just get back, you can go back out for food if you want". Dean floored it the second the light turned green, pushing Sam back into his seat. He looked at the determination in his brother's face and knew there was no point arguing. Dean hadn't said anything, but Sam knew how he felt about [Y/N]. She might not have noticed it, but Sam always caught Dean's lingering glances, the longing in his eyes as he listened to [Y/N]'s stories, the blush on his cheeks when she complimented him on something. Sam didn't know if they'd ever spoken to each other about something more than friendship, but secretly he shipped them. He knew [Y/N] would be good for Dean, she brought out a lighter side of him. He was more comfortable in his own skin around her, he was more enthusiastic about taking a break from hunting when she was there to spend time with, he was more likely to open up to her when something was on his mind. Sam was actually planning on asking [Y/N] about Dean, he wanted to see if he could get something started with them and he knew he'd probably have a better chance if he started with [Y/N].

"Yeah okay, sure". Sam pressed his hand onto his stomach to muffle the grumbling coming from it, and stared out the window as he watched the bunker come into view. As soon as Dean parked the car, he was out and taking two steps at a time down the bunker's staircase, immediately searching for [Y/N]. He went straight to her room, but the door was open and she wasn't in there. He checked the kitchen but she wasn't there either, and she wasn't in the Dean Cave. He called her name out as he wandered around the bunker, but there was no response. Working up into a bit of a panic, finally, he walked through to the library, noting the spread of books on the table. A soft snore brought his attention to the couch, where she was curled up, sleeping on top of an open book. His shoulders dropped in relief to see that she was okay.

He quietly walked over and crouched down in front of her, carefully slipping the book out from under her head. He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, trying to see if she had a temperature. It wasn't like [Y/N] to be sleeping on the couch in the middle of the day, especially when she hadn't answered her phone from the morning either. His hand on her head stirred her, and her eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on his face. "Hey Sweetheart". He gave her a smile and moved his hand from her forehead down to push her hair out of her face. "You feeling okay?" He kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb her any more than he had to. If it was Sam laying there, he would've thrown something at him or poked him. He had a soft spot for [Y/N] though, he couldn't help it, he felt a need to be gentle with her. She slowly shook her head and looked away from him. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?" He asked but she shook her head again. "What time did you go to sleep at?" She shrugged.

"You didn't need me". She mumbled, glancing at the books on the table, and Dean watched as a tear trickled down her cheek, instantly causing his heart to ache.

"Sweetheart, there was only one vampire, I didn't even need Sam there. We were in and out in twenty minutes, that's why we're back so early".

"Only one?" She sniffed, still not making eye contact with him.

"Yeah, only one. Not the brightest either". He chuckled lightly.

"Oh, okay". She whispered.

"I need you, you know that". He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Is that why you didn't want to come on the case? You don't feel needed?". She bit her lip, trying to hide the fact that it was quivering, and nodded her head. "Okay. Come on, sit up for me". Dean gripped her shoulders and pulled her up into a sitting position before sitting down next to her. "I'm not Sam, so you know I'm not great at this sort of thing, but uh, do you wanna talk about it? About how you're feeling I mean". He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she shook her head. "That's okay, that's cool". He wasn't quite sure what to do other than just sit there with her, so that's what he did. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Dean noticed that she was starting to lean into him, her head resting on his shoulder, and her breathing quite shaky. He knew she was crying, and he couldn't take it.

"Okay, come here". He took his arm back from around her shoulders and pushed himself off the couch, kneeling back down in front of her. Before she had a chance to ask what he was doing, he gently grabbed her waist and pulled her forward on the couch, her legs making room for him between them as he enveloped her in a hug. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, and he placed one of his hands on the back of her head, pushing it into his neck while he kept his other hand tight around her waist. "Let it out, I'm here".

She wasn't waiting for his permission, but as soon as he gave the command she lost all control and began to sob, her body shaking as she grabbed fistfulls of the back of his flannel, clinging to him. He just held her and ran his hands up and down her back. "You're okay, you're okay". He whispered into her ear as he brought a hand up to stroke her hair. "You mean the world to me, you make everything better, let me make you feel better too". He kissed her temple and pulled back slightly to look at her face once her shaking calmed down a bit and she'd caught her breath. "You tired?" He whispered and she nodded. "Okay, let's go". She didn't have time to react before he'd hooked his arms under her thighs and stood up with her, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. He kept his hands under her thighs as he began to walk, carrying her out of the library. She leaned her chin on his shoulder, her cheek pressed against the warmth of his neck, feeling the slight tickle of his stubble as he walked. She watched the library disappear behind them as he made his way towards the bedrooms, a small bubble of excitement taking over from the sadness as she watched him skip her room and push open the door to his.

[Y/N] had been in Dean's room before, but she'd never been in his bed. For all of his boasting about having the best bed in the bunker, he'd never shared it with anyone and had never let anyone try it. He reached down with her still in his arms to pull the covers back before laying her down, the softness of the memory foam instantly making her understand why he talked about his bed so much. She turned onto her side and she breathed in, calmed by the scent of his shampoo in the pillow. She looked up to him as he turned away to kick off his boots, and she watched in silence as he shrugged off his flannel and pushed his jeans down, leaving him in his boxers. It must have been an easy twenty minutes with the vampire, she couldn't see any new marks on him as she admired his back.

Dean turned back to the bed and sat down on the edge facing her. "Is this okay?" He asked as he looked to the space in the bed beside her. They'd only ever shared a bed once before, on a hunt when the motel only had one room left with two beds and no couch. Sam had taken one bed and had left Dean and [Y/N] to share the other. They'd both been a bit self conscious about it and had kept a distance between them, or as much a distance as the motel bed allowed. It was a bit awkward in the morning when they'd woken up face to face. Sharing a bed now was a choice, it was intimate, it was more than a hug or a shoulder to cry on. When she nodded, Dean lay down beside her and pulled the covers over both of them before pulling her over into his chest. "Wrap your arms around me". He murmured into the top of her head after gently kissing her hairline. She did as he said, and he shifted them so she was completely on top of him, her legs either side of his waist. He began to lightly massage the back of her neck with one hand while stroking her back with the other.

She'd stopped crying, and she gave herself permission to relax on Dean. She'd never felt so cared for before, so surrounded by affection. Dean's chest was warm, and even more comfortable than the memory foam mattress beneath them. She felt needed in this moment, like he wasn't doing this just for her. She felt like he was holding on to her like he needed it too, and he did. She felt safe, secure, and more than anything, wanted. They both knew that in this moment, their friendship had changed. It was no longer just friendship. They knew they'd have to talk about it in the morning, but for now, the two of them just enjoyed each other, holding onto one another until they drifted off to sleep.

The end

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underground-secret · 7 days

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The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f! reader

Description: Sam's nightmare leads the group to Saginaw Michigan. But it's more than a nightmare and it's more than any ol' hunt. Things are revealed about the past as it sends them barreling into the future.

Warnings: Cannon violence, I might have gotten a little too carried away with the beginning scene sorry not sorry! flirtation, banter, mentions of su!cide, gore, mentions of child abuse, mentions of past abuse, guns, a roller coaster of emotions, and a lot of angst (no one can be happy...sorry!)

Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @okayiamkassandra , @fablesrose , @ada--44 @bonkydarnes , @star-yawnznn @crazyunsexycool @onlyangel-444 @seninjakitey @mystic-mara

Word Count: 9,912

Nightmare

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I turn over in my bed, burying my head deeper into the pillows to ignore the loud and insistent banging from my door. I mumble incoherently into the covers, sleep having its claws so deep into my brain. “Please open the door, sweetheart. ‘m tryna give you privacy here but if this door isn’t open in five seconds I’m gonna use my key,” Dean warns loudly, his voice raspy. I hum softly into the bedding but make no move to get up, instead snuggling deeper into the blankets. The remains of sleep creep into the corners of my mind, hazing the rest of my brain.

Suddenly a gentle calloused hand is on my bare shoulder, “Come on baby, as much as I wanna let you sleep Sammy needs us to hurry.”

“Mhm,” I hum halfheartedly, digging myself further into the bed if possible. “Alright that’s it,” he says finally. There's some shuffling before the covers are pulled back, a rush of cold air prickling my exposed legs followed by the warmth of his hands dragging up and down my calves slowly before leaving to pull down my slip nightgown further past my butt. That wakes me up. My eyes flutter open, and as much as I loved my little cotton nightgown every time I wore it to bed I woke up to a full tit out and the bottom up at my hips. Luckily this time I didn’t think it rode up so high, it had only felt like it was just barely covering my butt, so at the most, he saw a flash of my underwear which is not the most ideal thing to happen, and also insanely embarrassing but at least I was wearing one of my cute pairs. And at least he didn’t comment on it, except he did pull it down further which means he probably did see…oh god.

“Okay! I’m awake Dean!” I say, my words half mumbled by the bed but if I turned over he would also be seeing a boob today and he had seen enough already. His hands grip my ankles, his thumbs rubbing my skin, oh lord. No. I have to focus…and not on how butterflies are erupting in my stomach, fluttering around frantically, “Not convinced baby, not until I see you get up,” he conceded. He was really playing with my resolve and it was a very fickle thing to begin with.

“Yeah, so if I flip myself around you’d be getting flashed. These nightgowns…just you know…” I admit, my face warm for two different reasons. His thumbs pause and I can practically hear the arch of his brow and that devilish smirk, “By all means, continue…”

“Dean,” I warn.

“I really wouldn’t object to it, wouldn’t complain one bit,” he comments, his voice dripping with amusement. “Dean!” His hands leave me entirely and I suddenly miss the warmth he brought, “Alright, alright,” he gives in, “I’ll go, be waitin’ in the car. I’d hurry though Sam’s freaking out about needing to leave but won't say anythin’ more.”

The initial embarrassment of being woken up the way I was or at least the result of that, as well as being a little “late” had long worn off except for when Dean caught my eyes in the rearview mirror then it all came rushing back. But I needed to screw my head on right, and not get distracted by his playful teasing manner, he was most likely compensating for the fact that he had to say goodbye to the woman he loved again. Ending on good terms aside those feelings don’t just magically disappear especially when it only happened recently. Either way, I was thankful for the nightfall's darkness, because with each gaze my face heated up even if it was against my better judgment.

I needed to focus.

Sam had his ear pressed into his phone, reading from a fake ID to potentially give real information, “McReady. Detective McReady, badge number 158. I’ve got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two-door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven…Yeah okay, just hurry.”

Dean glances over at his brother, concern written in his eyes, “Sammy relax. I’m sure it’s just a nightmare.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Sam remarks.

“You know considering he was right about your old house I’m pretty much convinced he’s right about this one too,” I add. Dean adjusts his hold on the steering wheel, “It could also just be a dream. Y’know, a normal everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won’t check out. You’ll see,” Dean tries to reason though I can't understand why he won’t accept that Sam has been right before and will be right again, my only guess would be fear.

“I mean I suppose,” I shrug, “but even just logically speaking unless you’re lucid dreaming you can’t read in your sleep, as the part of your brain that’s responsible for logic and intellect shuts down. So following that logic, he wouldn’t have been able to read or understand that license plate, that fact must hold some merit here.”

“Alright, maybe he was lucid dreamin’ then,” Dean suggests instead, finding any reason for his brother not to be a psychic.

“It felt different Dean. Real,” Sam shakes his head, eyes focused as he tries to explain, “Like when I dreamt about the old house and Jessica.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. You’re dreaming about our house, your girlfriend,” Dean points out, “This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?”

“No,” Sam responds.

“It doesn't matter if you've actually seen someone they can still be in your dreams because when you're walking around you're subconsciously watching and cataloging them,” I explain, “Though of course you're most likely to have dreams about people you see or think about more often, but still people you pass in real life can be in your dream.” Dean catches my eyes again in the mirror, gazing at me questioningly, “Why do you know so much about dreams?”

I shrug, “I don't know, it’s interesting so I just go down a rabbit hole of information. Plus there are a lot of psychological aspects to dreams which can make them important to analysis.” Dean shakes his head as if shaking away the information, “So why would he have premonitions about some random dude from Michigan.”

I rub my eyes, tiredness still trying to cling to me to the point of my eyes aching, “Yeah I don’t have an answer to that one.” Dean turns his gaze to his brother, silently asking him the same question, “I don’t know,” he answers. “Me neither,” Dean shrugs with one shoulder though it was more done to prove his point.

“Yes I’m here,” Sam says suddenly, pressing the phone closer to his ear. He goes silent, listening, then throws a glare at Dean and picks up his pen, “Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. ‘You have a street address?… Got it. Thanks.” He moves his phone away from him, clicking a button, most likely hanging up, “Checks out. How far are we?”

“From Saginaw? Coupla hours,” Dean answers. “Drive faster.”

The Impala cruises to a stop, Emergency vehicles lined up followed by two medical examiners pushing a stretcher with a body bag on it just being zippered. We were late and it was hard to know whether it was by a couple of minutes or hours, but it didn’t matter because we were late and someone was dead.

We approach the crowd, a couple of neighbors dressed in their pajamas and a coat watching the scene from behind a line of caution tape. “What happened?” Dean asks a nearby woman.

“Suicide,” she answers, “Can’t believe it.”

“Did you know them?” Sam questions, moving to the woman’s other side.

She frowns, “‘Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine’s,” she replies, oversharing to a couple of strangers but it was helpful so there was no way we would tell her to stop, “He always seems…seemed so normal. I guess you never know what’s going on behind closed doors.”

“Guess not,” Dean acknowledges, looking straight ahead.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say softly, maybe she didn’t know the guy so well but seeing him weekly still meant something. She nods in thanks.

“How did…uhh” Sam stammers, “How are they saying it happened?” It was a total conversation turn but once more it was necessary. “I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running,” she answers. Carbon dioxide poisoning from a car makes it hard for it to be an accident so of course the initial thought would be suicide and I doubt it would be easy to prove otherwise with a death like that.

“Do you know about what time they found him,” Sam pushes and I hope she doesn’t think we’re being weird about this and asking a little too many questions. “Oh, ‘just happened about an hour or two ago,” she says. Frick, frick that wasn’t long ago at all. “His poor family,” she continues, “I can’t even imagine what they’re going through.” I follow her gaze to a woman standing on the front steps crying against a middle-aged man. A young distraught man stands behind them. I could imagine what they were feeling and it was horrible. Grief was not pretty and those feelings were even uglier, leaving a permanent mark on your heart.

Someone tugs on my sweatshirt sleeve, I follow the motion watching Dean walk away following his brother who had stormed away. I follow them, making the quick walk to the Impala.

“Sam we got here as fast as we could,” Dean reasons.

“Not fast enough,” Sam shakes his head, a pained look painted on his face, “It doesn’t make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn’t a chance I could stop them from happening.”

I bit my lips, thinking for a moment before speaking, “Maybe it wasn’t about him exactly, like maybe it’s bigger than that. Sometimes that happens, remember what I said about oneiromancy or using dreams to predict the future? Well sometimes it’s not so literal, sometimes it serves as a warning or pointing you in a specific direction for whatever reason. Now I know your whole thing is different and more detailed than that but do you get what I mean?”

He nods, clearly thinking it over. “I don’t know though, I’m no expert but I’m just tryna say to keep it in mind,” I add. He shakes his head and sighs, “So what do you think killed him?”

“Maybe the guy just killed himself?” Dean suggests, “Maybe there’s nothing supernatural going on at all.”

“Then why would he have such a vivid dream of just some random dude dying?” I point out, immediately realizing my contradiction. “I dunno,” Dean shrugs, “Maybe it’s like you said, it’s pointing to somethin’ else.”

“I watched it happen. He was murdered by something. I watched it trap him in the garage,” Sam explains.

“What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?” Dean asks in rapid succession. Sam huffs, “I don’t know what it was. I don’t know why I’m having these dreams, I don’t know what the hell is happening!” He was freaking out, totally and utterly freaking out and he had every right to be. “It’s alright Sam,” I say softly, “We’ll figure this out, I promise. ‘No matter how long it takes.”

He sighs, mumbling a “Thanks.” I couldn't imagine what he was feeling, I always knew who I was even if nobody else did. To know one thing your whole life just to be thrown onto a totally new path with no explanation must be terrifying. “What,” Sam says suddenly throwing a look at his brother who was just staring at him. Dean shrugs, “Nothing. I’m just, I’m worried about you man,” he confesses.

“Well don’t look at me like that!” Sam yells. Dean looks away, “I’m not looking at you like anything,” he retorts, glancing back, “Though I gotta say, you do look like crap.”

“Dean. Really?” I say.

“Nice. Thanks,” Sam replies, pursing his lips. With a small smile, Dean moves to the driver's side of the car, pulling the door open, “Come on, let’s just pick this up in the morning. We’ll check out the house, talk to the family.”

“Dean, you saw them, they’re devastated. They’re not going to want to talk to us,” Sam reasons. Dean pauses in thought, “Yeah, you’re right. But I think I know who they will talk to.”

I scoff, “Who?”

I pull open my motel door, the sun shining brightly behind the man in front of me highlighting his stunning green eyes. His arms are hidden behind his back, “What do you have there?” I ask, squinting at him suspiciously. “Oh, just a little somethin’” he smirks devilishly, gazing down at me.

“You’re scaring me,” I admit, “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” he grins revealing what he was hiding. He holds up a rectangular Halloween costume bag, the classic orange logo on the top, and a blonde woman in a nun costume holding a ruler on the other side. I look between him and the bag his smile never leaving his face a mischievous sparkle in his eye, “Sam and I are going as Preiests so we need our nun,” he explains.

“Tell me you're joking,” I say blankly, my face falling.

“Not at all sweetheart.”

I huff a laugh, pointing at the bag, “I’m not wearing that.”

“You gotta,” he replies.

“No offense to the nuns of the world, but I would rather be shot dead than wear that.”

“‘Cause it’s not cute?” Dean asks though it comes off more like a statement as he knows my answer. “Yes,” I answer flatly, “I’m not wearing that.”

“Maybe I shoulda picked up the slutty one,” he retorts, thinking he got me there. I cross my arms across my chest, wetting my lips, “You should’ve, ‘be good for Halloween,” I counter. Checkmate. He drags his eyes across my frame. my face heats up, “While I’d love to see to that, Halloween is months away and you’re being ridiculous.”

“Still not wearing it,” I say as sternly as I can manage, which isn’t very considering my mind trying to compute what he said. “Come on,” he grumbles, “what am I gonn’ do with a nun costume now?” He pushes past me, stepping deeper into the room. I close the door, turning around, “I don't know, return it? Or use it for one of your one-night stands, I’m sure you’ll find someone kinky enough.”

He looks at me blankly, deadpanning, “You’re wearing it.”

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“I’ll just sit this one out, wait in the car or something ‘till you’re done,” I say.

“You’re wearing it,” he repeats.

“No”

“Yes”

“You’re not winning this one!” I throw my hands up.

“Y/N come on!”

“No!”

He groans, annoyed, “If you wear it I’ll buy you whatever book you want.”

Oh. I mean it’s only a couple of minutes of embarrassment and ugly clothing, “Okay, deal. Fine.” His wide grin returns, he throws the bag at me and I catch it, looking down at it with disgust. “‘Not gonna bite sweetheart,” Dean says as he heads out.

“Yeah, but I might,” I mumble.

I fixed the Coif on my head for the hundredth time, I should’ve put more bobby pins in my hair. God. How did Nuns wear these? It just digs into your scalp and the most hair you could show was just the very top, probably about three inches, the rest of your hair was hidden along with your ears. It was the least cute or sexy thing to ever exist, faces were not being framed.

“Quit poutin’, you're supposed to be a Nun, be happy,” Dean comments as he rounds the car.

“I look like I'm going to burn myself at the stake,” I huff.

Sam laughs, having to bite back the noise. “You look fine,” Dean says. I look down at myself, the long black dress covering everything down at my ankles and a strange-looking white squared bib thing around my neck, “Who are you lying to right now!”

Dean huffs frustrated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“At least you guys look good, like really good,” I say maybe a little too honestly. Sam had his hair all jelled back in a cute little hairdo, he was quite adorable. And on the other side, it really must have been the all-black attire, forget about the clerical cuff and that damn silver ring on his finger that made Dean look so good. Otherwise, there was something deeply wrong with me and I’d have to reevaluate my life, ‘cause there should be no reason for a “Priest” to look so damn fine. Lord, I need help.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Dean declares. He leads the way crossing the street and walking right up the porch, he rings the doorbell that silver ring glinting in the light. Sam sighs, “This has gotta be a whole new low for us.”

“Amen,” I mumble.

The door opens slowly and I throw away my pout replacing it with a kind smile. The older man from yesterday stands at the door, blocking our view of the rest of the house. Now that it wasn’t dark out and I was far closer, I was able to take note of him: a round-faced man with dark eyebrows and a sort of buzzcut.“Good afternoon,” Dean starts, “I’m Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley, and this is Sister Kathern We’re new junior priests over at St Augustine's. May we come in?”

The man nods, stepping aside. “Thanks,” Dean says entering first. I give the man a polite nod, “We’re very sorry for your loss.”

“It’s in difficult times like these when the Lord’s guidance is most needed,” Dean adds.

“Look, you wanna pitch your whole ‘Lord has a plan’ thing? Fine. Just don’t pitch it to me. My brother’s dead,” the man spits, his face wobbling with choked emotion. An older blonde woman appears, her soft hair only reaching her shoulders, her eyes etched in sadness, “Roger. Please!” she lectures. Roger moves away, escaping to some other part of the house, “Excuse me.”

“I’m sorry about my brother-in-law. He’s…he’s just so upset about Jim’s death,” she explains.

“You don’t have to apologize, we completely understand. Everyone grieves differently,” I say sincerely. Her eyes soften, a sad smile on her face, “Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be great,” Dean answers.

****

I sit next to Sam on the loveseat, Dean beside him in an armchair. Ms. Miller pours coffee gently into a couple of little white mugs, she hands one to each of us, “It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now.”

“Of course. After all, we are all God’s children,” Dean replies smoothly, taking a sip of the black coffee. She stands up taking the coffee pot with her. Dean takes that opportunity to shove a bunch of cocktail sausages into his mouth, he was really taking advantage of her leaving food out on a little platter. “What?” he asks with a mouthful of food, responding to his brothers staring. “Just…tone it down a little bit, Father,” he responds.

Ms. Miller returns then, emptyhanded, she sits back down. Dean swallows his mouth full of food before talking again, “So Ms. Miller, did your husband have a history of depression?”

“Nothing like that,” she answers her eyes already tearing up, “We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy,” the tears run rapidly down her face, “I just don’t understand…how Jim could do something like this.”

“I’m so sorry you had to find him like that,” Sam replies sincerely. She wipes her tear-stained face, gesturing behind her, “Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him.”

“Do you mind if maybe, I go talk to him?” Sam asks.

“Oh thank you, Father,” she musters a sad smile. He rises, following the direction she pointed.

“Ms.Miller you have a lovely home. How long have you lived here?” Dean inquires.

“We moved in about five years ago,” she answers.

“The only problem with these old homes, ‘bet it gives you all kinds of headaches,” he comments. Her face washes over in confusion, “Like what?”

“Well, weird leaks, electrical shortages, odd settling noises at night,” he lists, “That kind of thing.”

She shakes her head, “No, nothing like that. It’s been perfect.”

“Huh,” Dean hums, “May I use your restroom?”

“Oh sure, it’s just up the stairs,” she says. He nods, rising and taking another cocktail sausage before leaving. Now I was left to fend for myself in a social situation I wasn't totally prepared for. What do I say? “Is there anything I could do for you that might make you feel better? I understand how hard it is now.”

She tears up again, “I don’t know.” I lean over placing a gentle hand on her arm, “It’s okay…it’s okay," I say softly.

I enter the boy's motel room, following Sam. We had just come back from researching about the Miller’s house. I close and lock the door behind me, so grateful that I had been out of that nun outfit for more than an hour. “What do you have?” Dean asks, his entire arsenal spread out around him as he sits on the edge of the bed cleaning a gun. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he works the weapons, I have to force my gaze away. Men should not be allowed to look good doing random tasks, it wasn’t fair.

“A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built,” Sam answers sinking onto his bed.

“What about the land?” Dean questions further.

“Nope,” I say, “There were no battles or graveyards, it’s not tribal land and no kind of atrocities happened on or near the property.”

“Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada,” Dean adds.

“And the family said everything was normal?” Sam checks.

“Well, if there was a demon or poltergeist in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the inferred thermal scanner man, and there was nothing,” Dean answers.

I sigh moving to sit at the end of Sam's bed, “Back to square one.”

“So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?” Sam questions.

“I dunno,” Dean answers truthfully, “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing supernatural about that house.”

Sam gets a pained look in his eyes, bringing his hand up to rub his temples, “Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house,” he inhales sharply holding his head, “Maybe it’s just…Gosh,” he clutches his head, “... Maybe its connected to Jim in some other way?”

“Sammy you okay?” I ask, placing a careful hand on his bicep just as Dean says, “What’s wrong with you?” I throw him a sharp glare, way to word it. Sam makes strained pained noises, sinking to the floor, “My head.”

Dean practically jumps from his bed, “Sam? Hey,” he sinks right next to his brother in a crouch grabbing Sam’s arms, “Hey! What’s going on? Talk to me.”

I stand up concern running through my blood, “Sam! Come on!” I've never seen something like this before, it was completely foreign which only made it more terrifying. Dean throws a pleading look at me and I stand not knowing what to do, “I-I don’t know, I’m sorry.” He turns back to his brother, not saying anything as he holds on to him.

Then, Sam slowly removes his hands from his head, focusing back on reality as he warns, “It’s happening again. Something’s gunna kill Roger Miller.”

My leg bounces in the back seat. once more we were running against an invisible and unknown clock, running to save someone with little to no information given. And once more Sams is on the phone trying to get information quickly that will help us, “Roger Miller. Uh no no, just the address, please. Ok, thanks.” He goes quiet with the information before hanging up and reciting it, “450 West Grove, Apartment 1120.”

“You ok?” Dean asks, eyeing his brother in quick succession.

“Yeah,” he answers in the least convincing tone possible.

“If you’re gunna hurl I’ll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery…” Dean says, not really joking.

“I’m fine,” Sam answers still not convincingly enough.

“Alright,” Dean shrugs, dropping it.

“Just drive,” he says, looking away. He sighs, “Look, I’m scared, alright? These nightmares weren’t bad enough, now I’m seeing things when I’m awake? And it’s painful.”

“Come on man, you’ll be all right. It’ll be fine,” Dean comforts in his own way. I wet my lips, choosing my words carefully, “Whatever these abilities are, they’re advancing which is why it’s breaching into day. And because it's leaning more toward psychic abilities it takes a great amount of will, and concentration, and puts a horrible strain on your mind which is why it's painful. But the more you work on it the better it’ll be.”

He turns around in the passenger seat, facing me, “You have telekinesis, right?” I nod, his eyebrows scrunch together, “It hurt when you were first started?”

“God, yes,” I laugh bittersweet, “It just requires so much focus, more so at first, that I had headaches constantly. I tried not to use too much Advil, but they were definitely making a profit off of me, that’s for sure.” He seems to consider the information, turning back in his seat, “Then what is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them, why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?!”

“I don’t know Sam but we’ll figure it out,” Dean answers, “We’ve faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing.”

Sam shakes his head, “No. It’s never been us. It’s never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can’t tell me this doesn’t freak you out, Dean.”

Dean looks straight out the windshield silently, he couldn’t lie because Sam and I both witnessed him freak out before over it. Of course, then we’d all been younger, and he lashed out at me and when he left he hadn’t talked to me or apologized for months, I think it was about five. These sorts of things do freak him out, and sometimes I think the things I’m capable of doing still scare him sometimes, and that's just with someone he's friends with. With his brother, that fear must be a million times worse. “This doesn’t freak me out,” he finally says, lying.

****

The Impala pulls up across the street from Roger, who approaches his apartment's entrance with a bag of groceries in his hands. Sam rolls down the window swiftly yelling for the man, “Hey Roger.” The man turns around, the annoyance on his face clear as day, “What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone.”

I lean over rolling down the window opposite of where I sit, “Sir this has nothing to do with religion! Trust me.”

“Please,” Sam adds. But Roger is already gone, walking closer to his building. Suddenly the car jerks into motion the engine gunning as it makes a quick turn around, and with a bump Dean jumps the curve hurriedly parking as Sam jumps out running after the man, “Hey. Roger. We’re trying to help! Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.”

I get out of the vehicle, round the black car, and head to Sam’s side, Dean following. As Sam reaches the entrance, Roger closes the door behind him, “I don’t want your help.” He walks deeper into the building and in a last-ditch effort Sam yells, “We’re not priests or nuns, you gotta listen to us!”

“Roger, you’re in danger!” Dean yells after him. But of course he doesn't hear them or if he does he just ignores the warnings. God people are so stubborn. “Come on,” Dean suddenly says looking towards a back entrance, he leads the way as we run around the corner of the building to the back entrance, a door in the way. With a quick look around Dean steps back and kicks it open, the door bursts open with a crack.

Sam jumps for the bottom ladder of the fire escape, using his tall frame to easily reach it, he pulls himself up and starts running for the stairs. Dean turns to me offering me a cupped hand, “You comin’?” he asks. I shake my head, pushing strands of hair behind my ear, “No you go, there isn't enough room for the three of us on that thing, you go. I’ll keep watch. He needs you.”

He looks me over, before nodding and jumping for the ladder, catching up to his brother swiftly. Against my better judgment instead of keeping watch, I look up at them, a hand blocking the sun as they make it up to the second floor. Then all of a sudden there's a heavy squeak and slide of a window followed by a wet squelching noise. Sam freezes, Dean sprints past him and stops looking down at something I can’t see from down here but even so, I know it is Roger’s severed head.

****

“I’m telling you there was nothing there. No signs either, just like the Miller’s house,” Dean informs, once more the three of us in the car this time driving back to the motel. Sam squints his eyes, slightly, in focus, “I saw something, in the vision, Like a dark shape. Something was…something was stalking Roger.”

“Whatever it was, are you sure it’s not connected to their house?” Dean asks, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

“You know that argument doesn't really hold up anymore considering Roger died in his apartment,” I answer fidgeting with my fingers, “So it could be the family itself.”

“So you think, like a vengeful spirit?” Sam questions.

“Well yeah,” Dean responds, “There’s a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years.”

“Angiak. Banshees,” Sam lists out examples.

“Wouldn’t you have still picked up on something when you were snooping around?” I ask this time, looking up from my hands. “No, I was thinking somethin’ more like a curse,” Dean explains, “Maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse-worthy.”

Sam hums, adding to the working theory, “And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying…Hey, you think Max is danger?”

“Let’s figure it out before he is,” Dean remarks. Sam sighs, “Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.”

“What’s that?” Dean asks.

“Both our families are cursed,” Sam says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I frown, one because he feels that way and two because I dislike when people say that. Dean huffs, “Our family’s not cursed! We just…had our dark spots…”

“Our dark spots are…pretty dark,” Sam nods slowly. Dean eyes him, “You’re….dark.”

I scuff, “Well as dark as it was you don’t have to worry, curses aren’t real.”

Sam turns around in his seat, facing me, “You’re a witch and you don’t believe in curses?”

I tilt my head giving him a ‘really?’ look, “That’s not what I meant, of course those kinds of curses exist they are very real and palpable things,” I wet my lips, “What I meant is that this curse you suggest to be the reason why you suffered misfortune isn’t real and that goes for everybody. Bad things just happen. And I know you probably weren’t being too literal but still blaming bad things on curses doesn’t help you in the long run it just serves as an excuse for you not to face your problems and acknowledge the real issue.”

Sam looks at me with slightly wide eyes and when I look at Dean, his expression is more or less the same if not even more, “What?” I ask eyeing the two of them. Sam turns back around in his seat a small smirk on his face, Dean gives a little shrug, “Nothin’, just someone’s using their psychology degree.”

I snort, suddenly getting shy, “Shut up,” I mumble. The thing was I wasn’t using my psychology degree this was just me, not that I was embarrassed by my degree. I took education very seriously, especially college. So of course I wound up double majoring, one in criminal justice and the other in psychology, but could you blame a girl? Either way, I didn't like when people said things like that, blaming something on a force they didn’t understand and had no real play in any of it.

I pull down the sleeves of the black Nun dress, readjusting the material, “I hope you know this is another book,” I say closing the car door behind me. Dean seems to round the Impala quicker at that, “What?! No, that wasn’t part of the deal.”

I purse my lips, “Yes, but when we made that deal it was under the presumption that it would only happen once in this case. And yet, here we are again.”

Dean opens his mouth to say something more but his brother cuts him off, “Wait, you guys made a deal?”

I smile triumphantly, “Yup!”

Sam frowns a little pout to his lips, his puppy-dog eyes turned down, “Man,” he whines, “I should’ve made a deal.”

“You should’ve,” I respond, thinking for a moment, “You know what? I will extend my second book to you, you are now included!”

He shakes his head, “No Y/N it's okay, have your books.”

Now I shake my head, “No no I want to, nothing would bring me more joy than the three of us going to a bookstore, and while Dean impatiently waits for us and grumbles to himself we get to wreak havoc and choose books!” Sam smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “That does sound like a good idea.”

“You’re an evil woman,” Dean grumbles.

I smile sweetly at him, “I prefer ‘wicked’ but I guess that’s close enough.”

He eyes me for a beat, tongue against cheek as if he is contemplating saying something but ultimately he looks away, “We’re meant to be checking in on Max.”

Oh, “Yeah,” I say leading the way. “See, this always happens,” he states, reaching my side in one stride.

“What happens?” Sam asks.

“Whenever you two are together we get nothing done,” he elaborates. I fake a hurt gasp, “That’s so not true!” I mean we could be annoying, sure, but that was our whole job especially since we’re younger siblings it’s just how it works.

We reach the door and he knocks before anyone can say anything more on the topic. Instead of Ms. Miller answering the door her son, Max, does. He opens the door wider, “My Mom’s resting, she’s pretty wrecked.”

“Of course,” Dean nods, stepping deeper into the house.

“All these people kept coming with like, casseroles?” Max says, making small talk, “I finally had to tell them all to go away. You know 'cause nothing says I’m sorry like a tuna casserole.” I bite back my laugh, very poorly, he caught it giving a smile back to me and Sam who was also grinning at the joke. Max gestures to the seating area his mom put us just earlier today, and just like then we all take the same seats, but this time it's Max in front of us.

A beat of silence goes on before Sam sighs, speaking softly he asks, “How ‘you holding up?”

His face drops a little, answering with a small, “Ok.”

“You’re Dad and your uncle were close,” Sam follows up, stating instead of asking.

He shrugs, “Yeah, I guess. I mean, they were brothers. They used to hang out all the time when I was little.”

“But not much lately?” Sam asks.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” he shifts in his seat, “We used to be neighbors when I was a kid before we lived across town in this house. Uncle Roger lived next door, so he was over all the time.”

“Right. So how was it in that house when you were a kid?” Sam questions further.

“It was fine. Why?” Max answers, dismissively. He was uncomfortable, something about that old house made him uneasy.

“All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual? Something involving your father and your uncle maybe?” Dean asks this time, skepticism written in his voice. Max shakes his head, slight panic crawling in his irises, “What do yo…..why do you ask?”

I recognized that panic. Knew it well. I remember wearing it, how it crawled over my skin. “Don’t worry it’s just a question,” I nod, noting his behavior.

“No, there was nothing. We were totally normal. Happy,” he replies suddenly more sure of his answer.

“Good. That’s good,” Dean answers, “Well, you must be exhausted. We should take off.”

Catching on Sam nods, “Right,” he looks back at Max, “thanks.”

Max eyes us, something between panic and questioning, “Yeah.”

****

We make it to the Imapla before debriefing, the panic in his eyes burning into my retinas.

“No one’s family is totally normal and happy,” Dean starts, pointing out the faults of Max’s response, “See when he was talking about his old house?”

“He sounded scared,” Sam answers sadly.

A chill runs up my spine, “More than that, he was petrified. And I don’t think it has anything to do with the house…”

“Yeah, Max isn’t telling us everything,” Dean agrees, “I say we go find the old neighborhood, find out what life was really like for the Millers.”

I shift my footing, fixing my pants (which I was glad to be in again) as I watch the older man named Rob in front of us. “Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?” Sam asks him.

“Yeah, almost 20 years now. It’s nice and quiet. Why, you looking to buy,” he answers and I can’t tell if he wants us to be interested or wishes to keep out outsiders. Maybe the earlier, he seems kind.

“No, no,” Sam smiles, “Actually, we were wondering if you might recall a family that used to live right across the street I believe.”

“Yeah, the Millers. They had a little boy called Max,” Dean adds.

“Yeah I remember,” he responds, “The brother had the place next door. So, uh, what’s this about, is that poor kid ok?” That makes me stumble over my thoughts, “He….um, I’m sorry why did you word it like that?”

Rob frowns, “Well in my life I’ve never seen a child treated like that. I mean I’d hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk.” My skin curls up, my fears confirmed. My heart recoils, cowering away from the information and the thoughts. “He used to beat the tar outta Max. Bruises. Broke his arm two times that I know of,” Rob continued.

I take a subconscious step backward. I don’t understand, if he knew why didn’t he do anything? Why didn’t he call the police?

“This was going on regularly?” Sam asks, his voice firm.

“Practically every day. In fact that thug brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the sepmother. She’d just stand there, checked out, not lifting a finger to protect him. I must have called the police seven or eight times. Never did any good.”

I suddenly feel nauseous. He was finally free now but that was too many years too late.

“Now you said stepmother,” Dean says for confirmation. How could he not be reacting to this information?

“I think his real mother died. Some sorta…accident. Car accident I think,” Rob answers.

Suddenly Sam clutches his head again, grimacing. Rob looks at him strangely, “Are you okay there?”

He winces, “Uh, yeah.” Dean holds the crook of his brother's arm, leading him away as he throws back a “Thanks for your time.”

I blink out of what feels like a daze, mustering a smile for the man, “Have a nice day,” I say before catching up to the boys. But my feet feel heavy, as if cylinder blocks had been tied to my ankles. My intestines seem to twist itself into a knot, wrapped around like a bow. I clutch my shirt where my stomach is, my heart seems to beat faster an unnerving feeling settling itself into the vessels. I could hardly focus on my tense body and anxious thoughts when Sam’s head lulls back, his eyes doing that thing where you can tell he isn’t here with us right now. He’s somewhere else, having a vision.

****

I want to curl into myself and shy away from the current case. But we were in the Impala driving back to the Millers house and Sam still had to tell us about his vision. “Max is doing it. Everything I’ve been seeing,” Sam reveals. I should be surprised but I’m not, maybe it’s because of the newfound information.

“You sure about this?” Dean asks, almost skeptical.

“Yeah, I saw him,” he confirms.

“How is he doing it?” I ask carefully.

“I think telekinesis,” Sam answers.

“What so he’s psychic?” Dean questions, definitely skeptical.

“I didn’t even realize it but this whole time, he was there. He was outside the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his Uncle died,” Sam elaborates, “These visions, this whole time–I wasn’t connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess—because we’re so alike?”

“What are you talking about? The dude’s nothing like you,” Dean responds firmly.

“Well,” Sam tries to reason, “We both have psychic abilities, we both…”

“Both what? Sam, Max is a monster, he’s already killed two people, now he’s gunning for a third,” Dean exclaims. This was all getting very complicated very fast. “He’s not a monster he’s a kid. It isn’t his fault, he’s a product of his messed up childhood,” I defend, my voice filled with perhaps a little too much emotion.

“With what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people? I’m sorry, man, I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane,” Sam adds, agreeing. I nod vigorously, it isn’t insane, not one bit.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t justify murdering your entire family!” Dean yells, his voice louder than needed.

“No of course not. But clearly, no one else was caring about him. No one made any effort to help him, not even the police! So you must understand why he felt like he needed to take justice into his own hands,” I argue. This was complicated, this was human. And humans, human feelings get messy very quickly.

“You're suggesting he's a necessary evil?” Dean counters, his voice gruff and on edge.

“Maybe, yeah,” I answer, crossing my arms across my chest. The car jerked right, driving up to the curb in front of the Miller’s house. “He’s no different from anything else we’ve hunted, all right? We gotta end him,” Dean lectured.

“We’re not going to kill Max,” Sam and I say at the same time, our voices overlapping. “He’s a kid!” I add.

“Then what?” Dean counters, “Hand him over to the cops and say ‘Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.’”

I huff, “That’s not the point and you know it. We can talk him down, he isn’t a monster and I highly doubt he would kill just for fun. He’s angry and he’s hurt, he needs help. If we do that then we are just as bad as his uncle and his dad and the cops that refused to help.”

He shuts the engine off, pursing his lips and shaking his head, “All right fine. But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else.” Yet, despite his words he leans over to the glove compartment and pulls out a pistol. He glares at Sam as he gets out of the car. I catch his eyes, “Dean.” He looks at me, challenging me, before ultimately getting out and tucking the gun into the back of his pants. I roll my eyes, tongue in cheek, pissed. I get out of the car, joining the boys but not before slamming the car door behind me.

We run up the porch, Sam in the lead. He knocks on the door, and when no response comes he leans over the railing peeking in the window. He looks back at us and he does not have to say anything for us to know what was happening. Max was going to kill his Stepmother.

Without thinking any further, Dean raises his leg to kick the door in. I stop him, “Dude way to be inconspicuous. Let me.” He backs up a few steps, hands raised in defeat. I grasp the cold knob of the door, not needing to put much effort into getting the door unlocked. We rush into the kitchen, where Sam said Max would do it. Ms. Miller presses her back closer against the counters, her eyes wide and filled with tears and fear as she watches her son in front of her. Her eyes snap to us, “Fathers? Sister?” Ironically enough, we weren’t dressed up instead in normal clothes which I wasn’t sure if priests and nuns ever did. Max spins around, poorly concealing the large knife behind his back, his hair is a mess and his eyes match his stepmothers in fear after all he was caught. “What are you doing here?” he asks, afraid.

“Uhh, sorry to interrupt,” Dean answers awkwardly.

“Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?” Sam leads, fumbling for an excuse. He eyes us, he doesn’t trust us, “About what?”

“It’s….it’s private. I wouldn’t want to bother your mother with it,” Sam lies, “We won’t be long at all though, I promise” he says directing it to Ms.Miller. Max looks back at his stepmom and then at us, “Ok.”

“Great,” Sam smiles.

We turn to leave, making it out of the kitchen and to the front door. Dean takes the lead with his hand grasping the doorknob, pulling it open he smiles back at Max awkwardly. Then all of a sudden the doorknob is pulled from his grasp and the door slams shut, followed by the dropping of all the blinds for each window. Impressive. I turn around swiftly watching Max as he backs up, “You’re not priests! Or a nun,” he yells.

Dean draws his gun quickly, but without even moving a muscle Max uses his powers to pull the gun away, it slides across the floor and he crouches down to take it. He stands up tall, pointing the gun at us. Dean nudges me slightly behind him, I want to shove my way in front of him but he holds his arm out in front of me and I don’t feel the need to argue now of all times. Ms.Miller appears in the archway between where we are and the kitchen, “Max, what’s happening?”

“Shut up,” he bites.

“What are you doing?” she repeats, approaching carefully. Removing one hand from the gun he swings his arm towards her, using his power to send her flying back into the kitchen, she hits her head against the kitchen bench before sliding down to the floor. “I said shut up!” he yells at her unconscious figure.

“Max calm down,” Sam says steadily, holding his hands up in defeat.

“Who are you?” Max snaps.

“We just wanna talk,” Sam responds with instead. Max scuffs, “Yeah right, that’s right you bought this!” he motions with the weapon. Sam takes a careful step forward, “That was a mistake, all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max, okay? Just please, just hear me out.”

He eyes us carefully, “About what?”

“I saw you do it,” Sam explains, carefully, “I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened.”

“What?” Max questions.

“I’m having visions Max, about you,” Sam elaborates.

“You’re crazy,” Maxx huffs.

“So what, you weren’t gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?” He challenges, taping his eye, “Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here, all right? I think I’m here to help you.”

His hold on the gun tightens as fresh tears run down his face rapidly, “No one can help me.”

“That’s not true,” I say softly, “I know it feels that way now, and I’m sorry it does. But if anyone can help,” I look at Sam, “It’s him,” I look back at Max, “Please.”

Sam nods, wetting his lips, “Let me try. We’ll just talk, me and you. We’ll get Dean, Y/N, and Alice out of here.”

“Uh-huh. No way,” Dean intervenes. The chandelier above us rattles, “Nobody leaves this house!” Max yells. I want to cut in, I could contain him in a matter of seconds a minute at best. He was skilled, but I certainly knew more than he did. Yet I know I can’t do anything, he’s scared so rushing him with my abilities won’t help. Treating him like a monster won’t help.

“And nobody has to, all right? They’ll just…they’ll just go upstairs,” Sam reasons, but the light fixture continues to rattle.

“Sam, I’m not leaving you alone with him,” Dean mutters.

“Yes, you are,” Sam answers firmly, “Look, Max. You’re in charge here, all right, we know that. No one's going to do anything that you don’t want to do but I’m talking five minutes here man.”

“Sam!” Dean intervenes again. I place a hand on his upper arm, gaining his attention fast and without words, not wanting to scare Max off, I give him a look and a nod silently telling him that his brother will be okay and that he can handle himself. His lip twitches as if he’s fitting off a scowl.

“Five minutes?” Max asks, the chandelier stops shaking, “Go” he nods to his stepmother.

I walk carefully behind Dean, waiting for him as he picks up Ms. Miller, I lead the way up the wooden stairs entering the master bedroom. Dean lays her down carefully, and I find the bathroom attached to the room. I quickly go through the drawers finding a small washcloth, carefully I wet it and ring it out before walking back into the bedroom to find Dean pacing the room, hand by his face. I approach him carefully, he stops his pacing when I step in front of him but worry is written clearly in his eyes, and in the way he hasn’t stopped biting his thumbs nailbed, a habit he exhibited only when he was worried about Sammy.

I raise my free hand to him, pulling it away from his mouth, “He’ll be okay, he knows what he's doing.”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything as he takes the washcloth from me before moving past me, he crouches in front of Ms.Miller, lightly pressing the cloth to the small wound on her forehead. He was distracting himself.

I frown. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his brother, he was just worried. For as much as this was for Sam it was nearly too much for Dean too, he might not be going through it but he was watching someone else navigate the messy plains of powers and the pain that came with it…that was scary. Especially since Dean has always taken his job as an older brother very seriously, doing anything and everything for him no matter the cost, he was meant to be his protector but with these newfound abilities Dean didn’t know how to help, how to protect his little brother– and that scared him.

I cross my arms across my chest, trying to think of what to say when I hear movement heading towards us. I turn towards the door, it creaks open slowly, Max’s figure standing right at the doorway the gun clutched in his hand at his side. I give him a questioning look, but his face is determined and there’s no Sam.

There’s no Sam.

Panic settles in my veins and before I can react Dean is standing in front of me, pushing me further behind him before he takes purposeful steps towards Max. The door slams shut and suddenly Dean goes flying left, barreling into the wall. Oh, two can play that game.

“Max!” Ms.Miller yells from behind me, having woken up in the short time her son arrived. Max points the gun at me with shaky hands, “Move,” he commands. I bring my powers forward, flicking it on, “Do you want to try?” I warn bitterly. He laughs, shaking, “Do you think you’re like me too?”

I assume Sam must have said something about that to him downstairs, “No,” I answer softly. He raises his other hand at me, flicking it to the left trying to send me flying too but I don’t budge. He looks confused and tries again but once more I don’t move. “Max please just put the gun down, this isn’t the way, I promise you,” I reason.

“You don’t get it!” he yells, shaking. I smile at him sadly, holding up my hands in defeat, “Dad drinks and he gets mean,” I say, “You think he doesn’t mean it, he’s just grieving. But it happens one too many times and you get scared.”

His resolve weakens and tears run down his face, “Your Dad?” He isn’t sure whether he should believe me or if I'm just lying to talk him down. I take a quick look over at Dean, who still lies on the floor looking at me with eyes wide, I never told him and I don’t think he ever knew.

I look back at Max, “Yes. My brother took most of it for me, but I reminded him too much of my mother and she was gone while I lived and that was not fair,” I swallow roughly, “I didn’t think he was capable. My mom loved him and he was never like that when she was around, but they did always say she softened him so maybe that’s why.”

“What did you do?” he asks, lowering the gun just a little. I go quiet and he does not like that, he raises the gun again, “Did you kill him?!” he screams.

I shake my head, “No. He managed that all by himself, he grew very careless.”

His eyes scrunch together in confusion, “Did you want to?”

I shake my head again, “No, I didn’t want to be like him. Didn’t want to stoop to his level. My brother though…he, um, I think he wanted to. But he didn’t. When he died, I didn’t cry at his funeral, I wasn’t as sad as I knew I should’ve been, and that alone makes me feel so guilty…” I take a careful deep breath trying to blink away the tears, “Please put the gun down, I know you're angry, you have every right to be. And I know you’re scared but doing this. It won’t help.”

“How do you know!” he screams, his face red, but it comes out weak.

“He’s dead and I’m still scared sometimes,” I admit out loud for the first time, tears slipping down my cheeks as my powers revert to it’s resting stage, “I think I hear his voice or that I see him in a crowd, and I know it’s not really him. But my heart picks up and I think he’s there, and I know what that means and I get scared.”

He looks at me, really looks at me and it is like looking in a mirror, our pain reflecting in each other. He lets go of the gun, but it doesn’t hit the floor instead it floats in front of him, “I’m not you, I won’t sit back and take it. She has to die, they all had to.”

His words feel like a stab to my hurt but I ignore them, “No, Max, please. It won’t help.” I don’t look away from him but even so, I hear Dean standing up and I can feel him getting closer. He puts himself in front of me again, I try to get him behind me, a gun wouldn’t exactly kill me, but he looks down at me his green eyes hard. He moves me behind him, looking back at Max, “You wanna kill her you gotta go through me first.”

“Fine,” he says. Just as the door busts open, Sam comes barreling in, “No don’t! Don’t! Please. Please,” Sam begs, “Max. Max. We can help you. All right.”

I move away from Dean despite the arm that he holds out to stop me from getting closer. Max is shaking, and sweaty, and tears run down his face rapidly. He looks at Sam with anguish, then his gaze turns to me eyes filled with a familiar pain. But his shoulders suddenly drop, and his face clears, “You’re right. It won’t stop.”

The floating gun points at himself. A loud bang rings in the room. Bits of blood splatter on my face. His body crumbles to the floor, a hole in his head.

I stare blankly at a spot on the floor, a small swirl in the wooden floors. Sirens whirl just outside, and cops stand all around us. His body was brought out in a bag. Yellow caution tape sections off parts of the house. Something light was placed in my hand, something to clean the…

Muffled voices sing near me.

He’s dead. I couldn’t convince him, if anything I made it worse. I should’ve said it gets better because it does and it’s not that common that I get scared, I can’t. Not with this job. But I didn’t want to lie and I made it worse.

I feel sick.

I couldn’t help.

He didn’t want to be like me. He’s dead.

He didn’t want to be like me and I didn’t want to be my father and he’s dead. They are both dead and I live.

I live and Dad would say it’s not fair. He’s dead.

A familiar hand nudges me forward, I walk automatically without hearing the voices. Something about…

He’s dead.

The car door opens and I sit inside, automatically putting the seat belt on. Someone says something and the door closes, voices say something outside, and then doors open and close. The car moves forward, the sirens get further away. Eyes look at me and I look at him.

His body falls to the floor a hole in his head.

His body floats away as it burns like a Viking. He hugs me closer to him and we do not cry. We are free sometimes.

His body falls to the floor a hole in his head.

He said it won't stop and there’s a bang.

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anna-hawk · 8 months

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Just hold on

Frank Castle x Reader // SFW // drabble // Angst

When Frank walked into the apartment, he found you leaning against the kitchen counter and looking out the window across from you. He could only see your profile but it was enough for him to know that you weren't actually seeing anything and just staring into nothingness.

With a small, sad sigh, Frank shut the door and slowly closed the distance between the two of you. He came to a stop a few feet away from where you were standing.

“Hey,” he said softly, while carefully reaching for your hand in order to not startle you in case you hadn't noticed him come in.

Your fingers instinctively linked with his, but you didn't look at him at first as you whispered a small greeting back, only glancing at him after another second. The tiny half smile you gave him didn't cover the raw emotions shining in your eyes. Frank's throat tightened at the sight and he wished, not for the first time, that he could simply take it all away.

“Tell me what to do,” he pleaded, but he hadn't finished talking before you were turning towards him and wrapping your arms around his middle.

His arms immediately moved around you as well, pulling you in as tightly as you were holding onto him.

“I gotcha,” he rasped into your hair, as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “I gotcha ya, sweetheart.”

He kept up the soothing shushing noises as he brushed a gentle hand over your head, while you finally allowed yourself to let go.

After a while, in which you'd remained quiet, Frank could feel your exhaustion as you sagged against him, your body crashing from the overwhelming release of emotions. He gently guided you to the bedroom, and after removing his boots, Frank laid down so you were face to face. He stretched his arm out for you to lie on and silently requested you to curl up against him. You instantly did so, your fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as you began playing with it absentmindedly. Frank watched you quietly as he debated on what to do or say.

“Curtis got a service dog for one of the guys at the VA,” Frank started in a soft tone, waiting for your reaction.

He knew that you wouldn't want to talk. Not about what was going on or just in general, but he figured that you might like the distraction if he talked. He smiled tenderly as you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze before you dropped it again, waiting.

“Should've seen her. Some kinda Labrador mix, I think,” Frank continued, staring over your head as he pictured the day's events. His hand returned to drifting over your hair and back, his touch light and rhythmic.

Frank kept talking about the dog, his voice a deep rumble, until you fell asleep. His eyes stroked over your face as you slept. He was relieved by your expression, which was finally more relaxed than it had been in a long time.

There wasn't much he could do, but if the only thing he could do for you was to hold you like this, he would stay like this for as long as you needed.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #jon bernthal #drabble #sad reader #reader insert #frank castle angst #frank castle fanfiction

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 1 year

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in a new body

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!insecure!reader (enemies to friends and maybe lovers, but not stated)

request: imagine being insecure about your stomach because of draco then he gets to know you and makes you feel more comfortable in your skin? please

warnings: body-hatred, insecurity of body, body dysmorphia(?), honestly just hating one's body

notes: this one hit home, just cried to my therapist last week about this! haha! live, laugh, love!

you hated draco malfoy.

actually, hate is a strong word; you extremely disliked draco malfoy. he believed he was better than everyone else with his stupid face, his stupid slytherin family history, his stupid rich background, and his stupid cruelty towards you.

draco malfoy was stupid and you highly disliked him.

for years, you had received as much torment as harry potter from draco malfoy due to your weight, especially your stomach. you'd be the laughing stock of malfoy and the rest of his slytherin gang, no matter how many times ginny weasley and hermione granger would tell you, "don't pay that evil little cockroach any mind."

you wish you could say the same thing to the voice in your head, screaming at you to do those ab workouts, to not eat as much during the school meals. you wish you could just flip a switch, that draco would stop asking you how many pounds you put on just from breakfast alone, or if you had any trouble fitting into your skirt that morning.

"or you can just sock him in the throat," mentioned ron, mouth full of food.

"you wanna do it for me?" you asked back, an eyebrow raised. ron shook his head and went back to his plate.

hermione sighed beside you, "why not bring it up to dumbledore? or even snape? they should hear the vile things he says to you."

you shrugged, "i don't know, i don't think it's worth it, honestly. that might just make him come at me more and at the moment, i cannot handle that." you tried to laugh at the end, but it came out struggled.

ron gave a smile across from you, mouth full of food, "at least you're not harry, fighting draco constantly to see who the heir of slytherin is."

harry's face turned red, "ron, please, can we not?"

you gave a quiet laugh, "i actually appreciated that ron, thank you." harry groaned beside the redhead.

ginny was about to comment until you heard the goblin voice of draco malfoy himself directly behind you, "hey, y/n, walk any steps today to shed off some pounds? looks like you need to."

hermione glared at draco, "how dare you speak to her, or anyone, like that! you are utterly repulsive!"

draco glanced around the table, "granger, when?"

hermione shot him a look, "when what?"

draco snickered, "did i ask? but seriously y/n, give your legs a break from carrying all that!" and with that, he walked away, proud of himself as he pounded knuckles with crabbe and goyle.

ron and harry stood up, ready to lunge at draco before you gave them a look, shaking your head.

you bit your lip, "suddenly not hungry anymore. um, i think i'm gonna head up to the dorms. see you guys later?"

before anyone could disagree, you stood up from the benches and made your way out of the great hall, running into fred and george who quickly noticed your watery eyes.

"you alright there, y/n?" fred asked, and you nodded quickly, "yes, i'm fine but i have to go - study. goodbye."

the twins looked at one another, and then at your retreating form, "y/n, are you sure-" their question dropped as you continued on.

and with that, the twins were left dumbfounded until they were informed by their friends, brother, and sister.

not long after that incident, draco left you alone, making you and your friends become very suspicious, as if malfoy had a trick up his sleeve. but shockingly, he didn't, and he continued to not talk to you until potions class.

when professor snape decided partnering up different classmates was a great idea, and you two ended up together. he had wandered over to your desk, sitting beside you.

he smirked, "y/n."

you nodded, "listen, just let me do this potion so we can get a decent grade and then you can go back to torturing me, ok? unless you want your grade to suffer?"

draco stayed quiet, somewhat taken aback by your words, "i can help, you know, might as well make sure someone like you doesn't screw it up."

you looked up from the textbook, "someone like me? right, because i'm so repulsive to look at, draco. thank you for the reminder, i'll make sure to dedicate my next workout to you, you git."

with tears on the verge of falling, you grabbed your textbook and hastily walked out the room, professor snape yelling, "and two weeks worth of detention for you, miss l/n!"

you flipped him off right outside the classroom, somewhat bummed and relieved at the same time that he didn't see it.

draco was stunned, simple as that. he knew he was a jerk, a total asshole, but to him, it was pure fun. there was no harm - at least to him. but now, as he sat in potions class, noticing how all eyes were on him, he came to the realization that there was harm done.

draco never actually thought you were heavy or overweight, or even ugly; by merlin no, he thought you were so pretty. yet, he wanted to slap himself as that was no excuse to bully her until she cried - no, he knew that was the wrong way to go about it.

so then why did he do it? he hated that stupid saying that guys bullied girls because they liked them, but draco wondered if that were true in his case. or if he just didn't want to acknowledge his feelings for you.

he pondered the rest of potions class, speechless as to why he thought making fun of your weight was any excuse to talk to you. all he did was hurt you so deeply, cut wounds into your being.

draco knew he was an asshole, and knew he messed up. so how does he apologize?

apologizing was not his strong suit as he never needed to; well, at least to anyone besides his parents. why apologize to anyone else if nobody was as important as them? oh, but you were. you were so full of life and jokes, so kind to him when you all arrived as first-years, yet he has always been so cruel to you. was draco seriously this foreign to kindness that he decided the easiest way to reciprocate was to be mean?

yeah, i guess so.

draco stood up, his chair screeching against the floor. everyone looked at him and draco glanced to snape, "i've got to go." and with that, he was gone, leaving everyone with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

hermione looked to ron, "where do you think he's going?"

ron shrugged, "beats me. maybe thinking of new insults to hurl at y/n. it's been a while."

hermione sighed and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, "i wanna go look for her, ron."

harry heard her and shook his head, "bad idea; i think snape might lose it if one more person leaves or even raises their hand."

severus snape was indeed distraught at the behavior that was taking place in his classroom.

but he was not as taken aback as you were now in the astronomy tower.

why had it taken all up until now for you to snap? to even come back at him with something as much as anger? draco deserved to be yelled at, to be slapped, to be, as ron said, "socked in the throat."

you wiped your tears, sitting on the concrete floor as sobs racked your shoulders again. a few owls surrounded and flew around the tower as you whispered, "i hate my body. i have so much hatred for this fat, the way i look, the way i feel. i hate it." you sobbed, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks.

you let out a shaky breath, looking in your bag to grab a tissue before snot became your worst enemy. you wiped your nose, wrinkling it at the feeling before you sighed. you sniffled, tears filling your eyes again.

"i'm sorry."

you jumped, looking around for the source of the voice until you saw draco shuffle out of the darkness by the concrete wall.

you scoffed, "ugh, merlin! go away, malfoy. you're the last person i want to see right now, if you haven't caught on."

he kicked against the floor, "i deserve that."

"and i deserved your bullying, too, right?"

draco glanced to you, shaking his head even though yours had turned back around. he stepped closer, "no, no, you didn't. i'm... i'm a git, you're right."

you sniffled, looking to him as he sat beside you. you grumbled, "took you long enough."

draco huffed a laugh, "it did. and you can still hate me after this, but i truly am sorry. you didn't deserve what i said and did to you, and i can't imagine how you must feel."

silence enveloped between the both of you until he continued, "i heard what you said earlier, about your body."

your eyes had been closed, and you hummed, "not exactly a shocker."

"because of what i said? no, it's not, and i'm sorry again."

you held up a hand, looking at him, "draco."

draco looked you in the eyes, "y/n."

you gave a slight laugh, "it's okay, i forgive you."

draco nodded, "i'm sorry for making you feel so shitty about yourself. nobody deserves to feel that way, especially you, because you were nothing but kind to me and i treated you terribly."

you smiled softly at him, "you did, but you're apologizing now. my issues i can deal with on my own, but you took the time to apologize now so i'm grateful for that."

draco was stunned, a frown on his face, "how are you kind to me right now? i was terrible to you!"

you gave him side-eye, "i said terrible shit about you in my head, so i figured i should be nice."

the two of you laughed loudly at that comment, draco's eyes crinkling. as it died down, he rested a hand on the back of your head. he turned you towards him, "you're beautiful. truly stunning, y/n. i'm sorry i said those things about you."

you gave a small smile as tears welled in your eyes, "thank you draco, it's okay."

draco leaned back on his one hand, the other still in your hair, "can i help you in any way? to help you love yourself and your body?"

you were shocked to the core at his words this entire time, but now your eyes were just popping out of your head. you stumbled, "oh - no, no, i don't think so. it's just something i need to learn, y'know, to love my body. it's just...hard."

draco nodded and he smiled, "i have an idea."

your face drained of color, worried this might have been a joke all along. draco continued, "instead of insults, i'll give you compliments throughout the day. maybe that can help?"

this draco was so sweet compared to the old one; you suddenly had the urge to just grab his cheeks and go on about how sweet he was. this was such a turn of events.

"then," draco went on, "you wont want to be in a new body."

you smiled, "that sounds like a great idea, draco. thank you."

draco's cheeks flushed, "yeah, not a problem, it's whatever."

maybe during this new change in events, draco and yourself can figure out how to deal with the pounding in your chests.

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stories4thepack · 11 months

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Helloooo!! If you feel comfortable could you do a Jenna Ortega x fem!reader where Jenna has a stressful day at work and takes her anger out on the reader, but the reader hates like conflict and yelling, so the reader is like crying and goes to sleep upset and tries to avoid Jenna, but Jenna feels very bad after and apologizes and comforts the reader after?

I love your writing btwww!! 😭😭🫶🫶🫶

OMG YES!!!

Jenna couldn’t think straight. People were calling from all sides, their words pounding her ears like a drum. She felt confused, frustrated, wanting to get away from everyone and be in your arms.

“Jenna, I need you to smile!”

The director shouted, he sounded as tired as Jenna felt as she forced a smile onto her face. It was no better leaving either…

“Over here Jenna!”

“What are you working on now?”

“Can you tell us about your current movie?”

The words and shouts fell on Jenna’s numb ears as she tired not to look at the faces behind the flashing cameras. She couldn’t disappear into her car fast enough.

She couldn’t get to you fast enough.

“Hey Jen!”

You grin as she walks through the door. Your obliviousness to her exhausted state already frustrating her…

“Listen, someone called today offering you a job for another horror film. It’s sounds so cool-“

“I already have so much on.”

Jenna groans, dumping her bag on the couch before taking off her coat.

“I know, but baby, it’s the fifth movie of an incredible franchise! It’ll really boost your popularity, you’ll be changing the definition of fame-“

“I already have a lot on y/n.”

Your girlfriend hissed, anger burning behind her voice. You took a step back, suddenly nervous to be around her. You give her a shaky smile, trying to calm her down.

“I just want what’s best for you, and this could turn out to be something-“

“REALLY?!”

Jenna shouts, the bitterness in her voice making you flinch. But your girlfriend either ignores it or doesn’t notice.

“Do you really want what’s best for me? I already told you that I fucking have too on!”

Fear flows through your veins like it were a river, you begin to sweat. Her words feel so much more dangerous than any weapon, your hands begin to shake. But Jenna’s too upset to notice.

“Jen, listen, please calm down”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do!”

Jenna yells, and you stumble back, your legs hitting the table behind you. You grasp the edge of it, as if it would somehow protect you from whatever was about to happen.

“Don’t be another one of THEM, who tells me what to fucking do! I AM SO DONE WITH YOU!”

Tears flood down your cheeks, your too afraid of the girl you love to move. Your mind shows you your father, the way he would scream at you if you did anything wrong

“Your nothing but a disappointment, I am so done with you!”

He yells in your head. Your hands cover your ears, fingers claw desperately at your head as if you were trying to tear him out of your mind. Your body shakes uncontrollably and suddenly your on the floor, knees tucked up to your chin. Sobs breaking out of your mouth and inaudible apologies fly from your mouth.

Jenna runs towards you, guilt hitting her as hard as a moving train. She tries to speak to you, placing a gentle hand onto your shoulder. But you jerk away from her touch, clambering away from her before jumping to your knees.

Your eyes are wild and fearful like that of a scared deer. You look at her one last time, tears flowing thick and fast down your face before you run out of the door. Jenna can hear you stumbling down the corridor, your sobs breaking through the silence of the house. She wants to chase after you. But she’s frozen on the floor, horror clouding her judgment.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You returned home two hours later, your eyes red from crying, your face pale from the icy weather outside, your tears seemingly frozen to your face. Your head looks fixedly at the ground as you walk through the door.

“Y/n”

Jenna says, ready to pour her heart to you; but you vanish into the guest room, not sparing your girlfriend a second glance. The door clicks shut as you disappear behind it, the sound somehow making Jenna guilt even worse.

Immediately, she’s up from where she is sat, walking straight to your door and knocking gently.

“Y/n, nothing can excuse what I said.”

She starts, the sound of your quiet sniffles from in the room breaks her heart. She knocks again, lighter this time as not to scare you further.

“Honey, I am so sorry. I love you so much and I promise, I will never, ever say anything like that again!”

There’s silence form behind your door, making Jenna worried, she thinks of knocking again, but decides that it would be better to speak to your face. She takes a deep breath, knowing that opening the door was a risk.

But she did it anyway.

She was slow and careful as she did so, whispering your name softly. The blinds were pulled shut, making the room almost pitch black. But, in the darkness, she could just make out your shaking form lying under your blanket on your bed.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.”

Jenna says, carefully approaching your side before slowly climbing onto the bed and lying beside you.

“May I touch you?”

She asks gently, her words almost a coo. You freeze, before nodding slightly to her. Without a second thought, she wraps her arm over your shoulder, snuggling into you. Causing a hum to be purred from your lips.

“I am so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

She asks, you are silent for a moment before you shuffle backwards into her, resting the back of your head into her collar. She kissed your neck, lowering her arm so it was it is over your waist.

“This is good.”

You mutter, smiling to yourself as Jenna gives you a gentle squeeze as she whispers the three words you loved so much

“I love you.”

#Jenna Ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #Jenna Ortega #jenna ortega angst #Jenna Ortega fluff #sad reader #fluff reader #panic attack

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makooo0stuff · 10 months

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Okay okay I have a bunch of requests in the process but I can't get spider noir out of my head.., so here's a little quick fic I'm gonna do to get him and this song out of my head.

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♡︎ His cold heart. ♡︎

pairing: Spider Noir x GN! Reader

fandom: into the spiderverse

cw: non-edited, no grammar corrections, pet names (doll, darling)

a/n: isn't gonna be edited just a quick little angst fic (e/c is eye color!)

Give this song a listen if you'd like!

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You've been trying to get ahold of Noir's attention in your shared apartment for sometime; well more so a couple days, But he seemed as if he'd become one of the monochromatic shadows that lingered inside your apartment; only staying around during the day, lurking about. Only occasionally reappearing through the night when lights were flicked on.

You sat inside the shared bedroom, it now ached with a empty feeling stretching over the bed and over you. Although you were sure Noir's job as Spiderman was hard. But it had put a toll on you; a painful toll you weren't sure you could handle much longer.. Your heart ached. Your eyes shined with tears creeping up; your (e/c) eyes shimmered as they watered; the hot and warm tears quickly trickled down your face, You did your best to cry quietly but you felt yourself slowly choke out a sob.

The bedroom window made a soft crack sound as it was parted from its windowsill, You paused quickly pushing the sob back down. The tears on your face illuminated by the moonlight's soft touch.

Noir stepped through the window and moved closer to you, He cupped your cheek tilting your head down as he crouched infront of you. He spoke softly "Doll?... Have you been crying?.." You wanted to pull away from his intoxicating touch, the way his gloved hand felt on your face just made you melt, But not tonight, you weren't going to give in to his touch.

You pulled back from his touch. "W-Where have you been Peter..?" You stutter before quickly squeezing your eyes shut; you take a deep breath, the palms of your hands rested on your knees. "Where have you been?..., I've been worried about you!- I feel like you just disappear entirely sometimes and you make me so anxious!- A-And sometimes I worry if you're still okay!" You continued to stutter, you started to raise your voice over yourself, Your voice shook; it trembled as you closed your eyes tightly.

Noir noticed this and took your hands in his, he tilted your head so you would look at him. "I'm sorry darling.., I didn't realize it impacted you so hard.." He apologized But you turned your head away, you couldn't bear listening to his halfassed ' sorry's '

"I can't do this anymore..," You spoke out looking away. You loved Noir dearly but you knew you'd never be able to comfort his hurting cold heart. "I'm sorry Noir..."

"Darling.." He spoke up more confidently, his gloved hand lightly touched your arm. "Please let me make this right..," You hesitated but pulled away from the light touch of his gloved fingertips against your skin. The feeling of his leathery gloves against your bare arm made you shiver.

"Goodbye Peter," You spoke quickly, picking up your belongings and slipping on your jacket leaving before he could say another word.

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©️ makooo0stuff, do not copy my work or alter in anyway without my permission .

#Spotify #spider noir #spider noir x reader #spiderman #into the spider verse #light angst #sad reader #spiderman noir #makooo0stuff writes #makooo0stuff

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prettygirl-gabi · 4 months

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Darl+ling You

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, mention of lung surgery, hospital, care giving (mainly from S.coups), recovery, mention of 2521 ( a realistic k-drama that broke me to pieces) Happy ending I swear!!

Category:F/M

Fandom: Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend S.coups x !f non-idol reader

Summary: You are going through something that is going to be very life changing for you and S.coups, but you try to keep pushing for him, yourself and everyone else.

P.s. this is based off my current experience with being sick, and I just wanted to write about it with one of my comfort idols. S.coups, but mainly all of svt, and a few more kpop groups and idols have been keeping me out of a dark place since I've been diagnosed with my chronic histoplasmosis disease in my left lung.

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As you lay in your hospital bed, weak and vulnerable after the lung surgery, S.Coups never left your side. He held your hand tightly, providing comfort through his mere presence when he could be there.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?" S.coups said as he gently brush your wild hair out of the way. You smile softly, yet full of pain that can be seen. "Ugh... I'm in pain but having you here makes it bearable."

S.Coups pout slightly as he puts your hair in a silk bonnet that look brand new. "I'm not going anywhere; I'll be right here with you until you're back on your feet."

Throughout your time together at the hospital, S.Coups took on various roles - caregiver, cheerleader, and confidant. He made sure you, his darling Y/n followed all medical instructions while also showering you with love and affection.

"Ya, Y/n don't forget to take your medication on time; it will help speed up your recovery." He says in a soft tone as he breaks your pill in half so it'll be easier for you to swallow.

You roll your eyes at him with a cheesy grin on your face. "I hate taking pills... but if it means getting better sooner so we can go on that vacation we planned... I maybe can make an exception."

"Exactly! We have so many adventures waiting for us once you're fully recovered... plus I owe you front row seats to our concert that's coming to town soon, and the boys really want to see you." He stated as he sat one the recliner that was in your room.

Slowly as the weeks progressed with you getting better the conversations were filled with laughter, and light banter as you reminisced about past memories; plus shared dreams for the future. You loved how he found a way to take time off... to fly to the hospital that you had surgery at during his busy schedule all for you.

One evening while watching Twenty-five, Twenty-one together; your eyes filled with tears as you thought about the uncertainty of her condition.

Pausing the show, you sit up with tears in your eyes. "What if something goes wrong, Seungcheol?" You asked as you look at the wires and medical machines you were hooked to.. trying to contain the tears that weren't fully out of your eyes. "What...what if it comes back but worse like the doctor said it would if they didn't... they didn't get it all out of me."

S.Coups quckily shushed you and pull you closer into his body as he laid in the hospital bed with you. "Hey, hey, hey darling..don't think like that. You're strong, and we'll get through this together. I love you... Y/n my sweet darling, and I made a promise to you when we made us official, baby. Thorough thick and thin, me and you til the end... princess."

You sighed as you look in his eyes for any tells of him lying to you, but giving in once he kisses the tip of your nose. "I love you too, and I thank you for all that you have done for me while being a busy man for yourself." You say as you try to catch your breath once again for the 3rd time that day.

He just shushed you once more in a caring yet loving way, and turned Twenty-five, Twenty-one back on. "Let's focus on Na Hee-do and Baek Yi-jin for now, yeah." He stated as he wiped your tears and kissed your left temple.

S.Coups' unwavering support and reassuring words provided you with the strength to face your fears head-on. As days turned into weeks, the growth of your health gradually improved, thanks to S.Coups' constant care and encouragement... even with his busy schedule as an idol.

Finally, the day arrived when you were discharged from the hospital. S.Coups couldn't hide his excitement as he helped you and your mom who was also taking rotation shifts with him pack your belongings.

S.Coups pushes you in the wheelchair to the car as he thinks about what he is planning to feed you when your mom isn't feeding you what she has cooked with love for you. "No more hospital food! We can finally enjoy your favorite homemade meals again."

You shook your head with a chuckle as you both reach the car. "And no more uncomfortable beds! I can't wait to sleep in my old yet still cozy bed." You state as you get in your moms freshly cleaned car to head to your childhood home to recover properly, and safely.

You and S.Coups knew that your love had triumphed over adversity, and so much more. The both of you were ready to face whatever challenges life threw your way, knowing that together the both of you could conquer anything, especially with the love, and care you had for each other.

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Thank you for reading! 🩵🩶

-Mrs.Cody-Song

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10liver · 7 months

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Some Hawks fluff because he's such a dork.

Hawks catches Reader sobbing over some low-level punk partner.

Cw; fluff, Hawks x Reader, light hurt & comfort, GN!Reader

Every flash of that vivid fight is what keeps your tears fresh and flowing, slipping down your slightly chubby cheeks as you curl up deeper into the couch you've practically grown into.

It's been about 3 days since you've last seen the sunlight, depression hitting you like a bus after being dumped by someone who you thought was the love of your life. Yikes, never making that mistake again, huh?

The bags under your eyes more vibrant and visible than ever, the small cartons and plates of fast food places from whenever you would starve yourself to the point you were so hungry you were tempted to eat yourself.

To put it simply, everything went to shit for you. And you honestly couldn't care about anything right now, even the soft glow of your phone and the constant buzzing of notifications vibrating your coffee table.

All you wanted to do was mope, cry, mope some more, cry some more, sob, eat if really necessary, cr—

SLAM!

"Y/n!?"

You flinched at the sound of a familiar voice, one you didn't expect to hear at all at a time like this. You slowly pulled the blanket just below your eyes to make sure it was the person you were thinking of.

And sure enough, red apple colored wings along with a small flurry of feathers immediately captured your attention from across the living room.

"Hawks..?"

His head immediately snaps towards you before he came rushing to your slump figure on the couch.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Why aren't you answering any of my texts?" The hero panicked, placing a hand just on your jawline, gently leading you up to look at him.

"Slow down." You mumble, yawning before slowly and reluctantly getting up from your dent in the sofa.

"Sorry, okay.. What's going on baby bird..?"

"Nothing."

"You know I know what you mean when you say that, c'mon now, I know you better than that songbird."

You grumble quietly before sighing and finally looking into his golden-brown eyes.

"They dumped me."

"What?"

"They dumped me."

He froze, simply zoning out before a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes took over his concerned expression.

He quickly shook his head before the frown reappeared. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat and sitting beside you to your left on the sofa with a small grunt.

"I know it hurts, but if I'm being honest about this, as a hero, and as your friend, you seriously shouldn't be doing this to yourself." He lightly scolded before fluttering his wings and wrapping one around your side.

You huffed, yanking your blanket from underneath him. "Not as easy as you think, playboy."

"Hey, I've quit my ways a long time ago." He quipped back, sending a feather to grab your blanket and pin it against the wall nearby.

You gaped before glaring up at him and reluctantly getting up to chase after your blanket.

"Ah, where do you think you're going?" He hummed before pinning your shirt to the sofa with another carmine feather.

You pointed to the blanket, and he chuckled before using his wing to pull you closer, unwinding your shirt in the process. "Listen, how about instead of you moping here, we go out for a little fly and get some fresh fried chicken."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

He silently cheered, pumping his fist down in front of him with a grin. When you gave him a look he cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

"Alright, I'll be a second, I need to do something real quick. Go on and get dressed, baby bird. I'll come get you in 15."

You couldn't help the smile on your face before you nodded and hopped up off the couch for the first time in 7 hours.

A giggle erupted from your lips when Hawks sent a feather to tickle you as a soft see you later. One last playful glare at him and you're off.

And that's when his expression darkened.

"Now, where does that bastard live."

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #mha #fluff #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #light hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #sad reader #gn reader

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yxami · 11 months

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What would happen if Malakai caught his darling crying and/or just generally too sad to engage in their usual antics together? I’m declaring myself the biggest Malakai simp btw

-Holo anon

I’m actually Malakai’s top simp!! 😝

If he was trying to spar with you like usual after using your freshly bought soap just to get your attention and you burst out in tears, he’d freak out!

“He-hey! I’m sorry, I won’t use your soap again, do you want me to buy you another? I can get it right now! I didn’t know you liked it that much” He frowned, trying to comfort you by sitting on the bed next to you and rubbing your back.

“I don’t care about th-the soap” You slightly sputtered out before falling back on the back as your legs rested against the beds wall. He took notice of your hasty tears running down the sides of your face and brought you into his lap. He had you in between his legs and sobbing against his chest.

He still stupidly cooed apologies about the soap and ran his fingers through your hair before cupping your face with his hands. Once you were ready to tell him why you were sad and upset he’d cheer you up by running to the store and grabbing you all your favorite snacks.

Then a night of gaming would begin where you were too distracted with beating him to think about all the worries you had. He’d make sure of it!

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #yan fluff #yandere fluff #fluff with yandere #sad reader #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere roommate #yandere stuff #malakaimyoc

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wandanatrules · 10 months

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From afar

You lost all hope after you stay in a loveless marriage with your husband, but when a certain redhead moves next door faith is restored.

warnings: very angsty, reader is low key depressed, slight self harm, reader is married to a man, miscarriage, no smut in this one sorry

He wordlessly handed you a bouquet of red roses when he greeted you on his way in from work. you were taken aback at first, not thinking they were for you. Why would Jeremy buy you flowers? He can’t even put his phone down during the dinners you spends hours making him, but he bought you flowers?

you accepted them with a smile, hoping this was the start of a change, maybe some reciprocated effort. you led him to the table and set the dinner plates in front of your respective seats. you sat down and smiled to yourself, looking down at your plate, and anxiously moving it around with your fork. you didn’t know what he was going to say. you hoped it was a suggestion for marriage counseling, so you could go back to feeling how it felt when you first got together.

you heard laughing and your head shot up. It couldn’t be. He had his new headphones on and was watching videos on his phone while obnoxiously chewing the dinner you made him. The flowers didn’t mean a thing. They weren’t a sign that he wanted to go back to being happy or even pay attention to her.

He finished his dinner first and left from the table without saying a word, leaving his dishes there for you to deal with. you finished soon after, or at least as much as you could stomach, your appetite had diminished as soon as you heard his distasteful, booming laughter. you got up and gathered both of your plates, taking them to the sink to be washed.

As you stood there and washed the dishes, you heard commotion coming from outside so you peeked out of the window. There was a storage unit hitched to the back of a pick up truck, in the driveway of the once vacant house. you only now noticed that the for sale sign was covered over with “sold” in all caps. you wondered what kind of new neighbors would inhabit the house. It was a fairly big house, so you expected a family with at least a couple of kids. Maybe another stay at home mother you could befriend to help make your days a little more bearable. The door to the truck opened and out stepped a singular woman. She had dark red hair, it was her natural color, in a long braid. She had on black skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. She was absolutely gorgeous. The mysterious woman walked to the back, opened the storage unit and walked inside. When she came out she was pushing a motorcycle. She shed her jacket and revealed her toned arms sticking out of her homemade tank top.

you got caught up in staring at her new neighbor, and didn’t look away until you saw her lookup from polishing her motorcycle and greeted you with a wink and a smirk. your cheeks flushed and you looked down to see the sink overflowing with dish water. you closed the blinds and got some paper towels to wipe up the resulting mess. When everything was cleaned up, you opened the trash can to throw the towels away, but stopped when you noticed a card in the bin.

you picked it up and opened it. At the top it had the name of a flower company, the same one the flowers were from. The note on the card read, “Thanks for the lunch, Jeremy. I hope you enjoy the roses and I hope to go out with you again. - Samantha.” you dropped the card in anger and threw the wet paper towels on top. you couldn’t believe that these flowers were a gift from his “work-wife” and he just gave them to you, cause he couldn’t be bothered with them. you didn’t know why you expected anything else. After 8 years of marriage and he hasn’t done anything like this, why would he start now?

you felt so stupid, and overwhelmed, and anxious, and lonely, so you went to your safe place. you grabbed a rubber band from the kitchen drawer and let your feet carry you to the room at the end of the hall where you spend most of your time. you opened the door and sat down on the floor next to the dresser. you opened the drawer and pulled out a newborn's onesie, and held it close to you while you let the tears fall.

That is what you always did to feel better. you wanted to be close to your baby in every way possible, before you made a mistake and chose to become physically closer to her. you grabbed the ultrasound picture and held it close to your heart, while repeatedly snapping the rubber band against your wrist. you wanted her so bad, your little Juliet.

you looked around at the room filled with a crib, stuffed animals and a baby changing station. you really needed to give this room a makeover considering she would be almost nine years old now, your big girl. you sighed and thought about what life would be like with your beautiful daughter. you were only pregnant for four months. you deserved to have the experience of motherhood, even if it's all in your imagination.

you have always imagined a life where your husband cared for you and shows you love. you imagine laughter, warmth, busy days, and cuddles. you would do anything just to cuddle and hold your beautiful baby girl. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had a loving hug.

The day it happened your husband hugged you of course, but that was it. He increasingly got more distant and resentful of the woman who couldn’t give him his children. you figured the reason he hasn’t filed for divorce yet was due to him feeling bad about you being infertile and jobless. you loathe the fact that he gets to sit there and look like the hero and a good guy for taking care of you and being the doting husband, helping you through the loss. If only they could see what your life is really like.

The next morning you woke up in your daughter's crib, surrounded by the unused stuffed animals. The last thing you remembered from that night was scrolling on Amazon, looking for nine year old room decor. your husband, if you could even call him that, had already gone to work.

you didn’t know how you would spend the day, knowing that you barely leave the house anymore, you decided that it would be best to go for a walk. you looked out of the window and saw your new neighbor outside working on her motorcycle in the driveway. She had a black tank top, beige carpenter pants and headphones on, while she was surrounded by a bunch of tools scattered everywhere. An idea popped into your head, you would make your hot new neighbor some muffins or something like that, so you could spark up some conversation. If your husband wasn’t going to give you attention you would get it from somewhere, plus it’s not like he wasn’t doing the same thing at work.

After hours spent in the kitchen you had a basket of fresh blueberry muffins ready for your neighbor. you went into your bedroom and changed into something more attractive, so your neighbor could have a great second first impression of you. Once you were ready you fixed your hair in the mirror and made your way outside. you walked next door to your neighbors driveway. She was on the ground working on the bike with her back face towards you. you wanted to speak, to get her attention but you couldn’t so you dropped the basket and ran away, back to your house. The woman felt a presence behind her, so she turned but it was too late, you were already halfway through the front door.

you felt like a failure, you couldn’t even talk to your new neighbor. you slumped on the couch and turned on trashy reality tv, until you inevitably fell asleep. A couple hours later you heard a car horn beep outside of the house, abruptly waking you. you checked your phone to see the time and saw the calendar app, reminding you of dinner with Jeremy’s parents, which you completely forgot about. Thanking God that you were already dressed, you grabbed your purse and headed outside into the passenger seat of his car. He sighed and rolled his eyes as you sat down and quickly zoomed out of the neighborhood. The whole car ride was silent, but that wasn’t unexpected.

When you arrived at Jeremy’s parent’s house, he got out of the car leaving you to unbuckle your seatbelt and follow after him. you arrived at the front door as his parents were opening the door. They pulled him in and were blinded by his “greatness”, spewing praises and compliments. Leaving you outside, forgotten once again. The whole dinner went by this way, nobody uttering a word to you, too distracted by their golden boy. you don’t even know why you agreed to this, only being invited by your husband to uphold their facade of a loving marriage. The loneliness you felt was deafening so you decided to go to your safe place, your imagination. Since being in this relationship, you have mastered fantasizing with your eyes open.

you drowned out the chatter of the parents applauding their son for absolutely no reason, and began to think about your mysterious new neighbor. you just wanted to know what her name was, what her voice sounded like, what she smelled like. you imagined that she would be a great partner. If she was the one that you married, you probably wouldn’t feel so alone all the time, or like a failure. She would probably have a better reaction to the miscarriage, loving and comforting instead of accusing and cold. She would probably put you first. you didn’t know how you were so attached to a woman you’ve never spoken to before, but it was something about those green eyes that just pulled you in. The smile she gave you the first time you saw her through the window. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been smiled at like that.

you sighed, and then were abruptly pulled from your thoughts, by your husband shaking you and motioning you to come on. you got up and walked to the door, not even bothering to wave goodbye, because they wouldn’t even notice. you sat in the car, waiting for your husband’s parents to stop inflating his ego with false praises. He eventually got in the car and began their drive back home, if you could even call it that.

When you arrived in the driveway, Jeremy exited the car leaving you alone. As you reached for the seatbelt, you caught a glimpse of fiery, red hair out the window. your neighbor was outside in yet another armless shirt, planting some flowers in her garden. you stopped and watched her, needing any source of entertainment. you were mesmerized by her beauty and even felt yourself starting to drool. As you were getting ready to go inside you noticed your other neighbor from the opposite side of your house, Maria, walking over to your crush’s house which piqued her interest. She swayed over with a basket of baked goods, how original. Maria smiled at her and handed her the basket. you could feel your teeth grit and palms terse, if only you cared this much about your husband.

The redhead had apparently said something to make Maria laugh, because she made a whole show of cracking up and gripping her toned arm for support. With a smirk, Maria had pulled her phone out and handed it to the redhead for her to put her number in it. After they did that, Maria gave a seductive smile and walked away with a wave. you could feel the tears starting to fall, you needed to be with your daughter, where you felt safe. you got out of the car and slammed the door behind you, which gained the attention of the redhead. She looked over to see what the noise was and saw you hurrying to the front door with tears in your eyes. She wanted to go over and console you, but figured you weren’t interested, seeing as you were the only one who didn’t welcome her to the neighborhood, so she just turned around and continued gardening.

Meanwhile you were cuddled up in your daughter's bed, surrounded by stuffed animals. you were crying your heart out. you should’ve listened to your parents and not have gotten pregnant and married at such a young age. If only you did, you could still have loving parents who didn’t disown you, relationships outside of this house and outside of your husband, and a second chance at having a family. Even though all of that was out of your control, you could have made at least a bit of improvement in your life if only you had talked to the new neighbor.

#beefy!nat #natasha romanoff angst #himbo nat #fem reader #sad reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #black widow #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x you #natasha romanoff fluff

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creative-caramel-coffee · 5 months

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The hard days

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: reader has been struggling a bit and her girls step in.

TW: depression? Sadness

A/n I want people to know I’m still now writing much marvel but this was a special request so … yeah.

To say you felt bad would be an understatement. It had been a hard day. No. It had been a hard week filled with hard days and it just seemed to be never ending. Today you decided to tell whoever was pulling the strings to kindly fuck off. Whatever cruel game they were playing could play without you for just one day. Sure, it wouldn’t fix anything, but the bed was so comfy. The team could survive one day without you. They were big kids, and they could suck it up for once. Today was a pj and bed day. The only reason you were leaving this bed was for the bathroom and snacks.

Nat had been up since dawn as she was every day. You can take the girl out of training, but you can’t take the training out of the girl. Nat was in the gym, the boys were all away on a trip to some space conference or something Tony wasn’t in a sharing mood, so they were either in space or somewhere else, for once nat didn’t care.

After a solid three hours in the gym, she threw in the towel. Using the fluffy sports towels Tony kept in the gym nat took a shower and changed into comfier clothes. She has been up before the sun and already gone for a run before she came to the gym.

After what could only be described as the best shower of her life, nat walked to the lift and caught it to the communal floors for a hearty breakfast. Quietly she padded down the hall and into the kitchen. For once it was only Wanda at the table and they exchanged a puzzled look.

“I thought y/n was with you?” Wanda said covering her mouth which was full of jam and toast.

“I assumed she was here?” Nat responded coming to lean on the bench.

“Nope, haven’t seen her at all today.”

“Neither.” Nat frowned, you had seemed rather blue and tired when you went to bed last night but nat was willing to dismiss it as stress combined with fatigue.

“We should probably go check on her. Right?” Wanda asked putting down her half-eaten toast.

“Yeah… yeah, probably.” Nat said trying to stop herself from biting her lip. She usually did her best to suppress her anxious habits to make it easier to slide into character for missions. Wanda slides a comforting arm up and down nat arm.

“She’ll be alright. She probably just overslept.” Wanda said but they both knew you never overslept.

The two women took the lift to the floor with everyone’s rooms. Walking down to the hall at the end nat forwent knocking as her nerves got the better of her while her mind ran circles around her heart.

Opening the door, she frowned at the fact the curtains were still drawn. She looked to the bed to see a y/n sized lump cover head to toe by the blankets. Wanda stood in the doorway ready to provide backup of nat needed it.

“Y/n.” Nat said poking the lump.

“No.” Came a mumbled response.

“No?” Nat asked.

“No.” you said again.

“Y/n what’s wrong you never sleep in?” Nat asked shuffling up the bed to wrap her arms around you as best she could in this position. “Baby we just want to help.” She said softly.

“It’s … it’s all too hard.” You sobbed and Nat gently peeled back the blanket to see your tear-stained face.

“Oh honey.” She cooed and slide under the blankets to wrap you in her arms. She ran her hands through your hair while she tucked your face under her chin. “It’s ok my sweet girl. It’s ok. It will all be ok. I won’t let anything happen to you. We love you so much baby girl.” She cooed holding you tight into her chest. Over your head she shot Wanda a look and Wanda nodded and disappeared.

You must have cried for hours. To Nat’s credit she never left your side. She held you the whole time, uncaring of her tear-soaked clothes, you were more important.

“Baby? Do you want me to braid your hair?” Nat whispered and felt you nod into her collarbone. Gently she sat you up and grabbed the hairbrush from the bedside. After brushing out the knots which was a slow process due to her wanting to tease them all so you weren’t in pain, she started braiding. She began by sectioning your hair, running her nails over your scalp to seperate it into chunks. After it was properly parted she began twisting the strands, grabbing more hair as she went to create a beautiful design that ran across your head and fell into two of the cleanest braids you had ever seen. When nat was done she pressed a kiss to each of you cheeks and rubbed her thumb over your cheekbone.

“Oh my love, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t know how I’d survive without your little notes it find around the tower. Or the endless ideas you have on missions. Your so special my dove, never forget that. The world would be lonely without you. Everyone is unique to loose you would be to loose something so unique it will never return. We need you. Not just as an agent, but as a person. You are loved my baby. You are so so loved.” Nat said and pressed a kiss to your nose. You let out a small sniffle and nuzzled into her neck.

Wanda came back to the door and sent nat a nod over your head.

“Hey y/n/n?” Nat asked softly.

“What?” You asked in a small shy voice.

“I think you might want to come to the cinema.” Nat said and helped you up. You shot her a confused look and nodded to tired to disagree.

“Ok.” You mumbled.

“Thank you baby.” Nat said and before you could react she scooped you into her arms. Your fronts pressed together as she held onto you like a toddler. You buried your face in the side of her neck and let the up and down motion of her steps lull you into a soft hazy daze.

After a minute you felt nat sit down on something soft. She held you close to her and whispered in your ear. “Open your eyes sweetie.” She said and you looked up. And you have never loved Wanda more.

Starting with the table, Wanda has dragged a table into the room which was covered in snack and drinks as well as just about every takeaway box from New York. She had made a pile of blankets which was made into a makeshift bed the size of almost the whole cinema floor. Pepper was sat cross legged tapping on a tablet and looked up to meet your gaze with a tender smile. Carol was tossing jellybeans into her mouth and sent you a wink when she caught your eyes. Mj was doodling in her sketchbook down the back and waved when she saw you. Yelena and Kate were throwing food at each other which was being eaten by Kate’s dog lucky.

You looked over to Wanda with tears in your eyes. “You did this for me?” You asked gazing around and noticing your favourite movie cued up to play.

“Of course y/n. The boys don’t get to have all the fun.” Wanda grinned and you sniffled.

“Thanks guys. It really means a lot.”

“Anytime boo.” Carol shot you finger guns and a grin.

“Not a problem at all y/n. I love free snacks.” MJ grinned.

“I needed a break.” Pepper sighed.

“Clint’s been driving me crazy, this is the perfect escape.” Kate said and elbowed Yelena from where she was trying to steal her pizza back off lucky.

“Oh… yeah… free pizza and a movie, plus a chance to annoy my favourite sister? Wouldn’t miss it for the world bubs.” Yelena grinned and lunged at the dog who darted out of the way and she landed on Kate who pushed her off.

“It wasn’t that hard. Plus you deserved it.” Wanda said and Nat just placed a tender kiss to your lips leaving the taste of her chapstick she stole from you a month back.

“Ready?” Wanda asked and you nodded as she pressed play.

It was safe to say you had never felt more loved and safe. Life was full of hard times, but without them the good wouldn’t feel so great. You were needed. You were loved.

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octoberclidan · 6 months

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I Want to See You

Request: hi :) can you do a fic abt dean w/ a s/o that is a "small" girl, but shes been gaining weight in specifically in her stomach/face and is getting insecure? maybe shes been refraining from taking her shirt off during sex or changing in front of dean. thank you if you get around to this <3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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[Y/N] swung the door to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom open, a habit she'd developed before taking her showers a month or so ago. The issue with the door of the medicine cabinet, was that there was a mirror on the front of it, and that mirror happened to face the shower. It had been two months ago when she'd come home to the bunker after a long hunt, had dragged herself to the shower to get rid of the werewolf blood that she'd somehow gotten everywhere, and had shocked herself awake when she'd spotted herself in that specific mirror. [Y/N] had always been small. It had its ups and downs when it came to hunting; she was fit and could easily dodge monsters, she could squeeze into hiding spaces that others couldn't, and for the most part, it was something she'd always liked about herself. She had come into issues with being easily picked up and thrown by certain monsters, and she didn't exactly instill a whole load of confidence in the people she was saving, who more often than not were bigger than she was. Both Sam and Dean, being tall, broad, and solid, had a habit of teasing her about her build, but she didn't mind. It was who she'd always been; she was comfortable. Until two months ago.

Two months ago when she'd caught herself in the mirror however, her view of herself abruptly changed. Her stomach wasn't flat like it had always been, and her face was fuller. Combined with the dirt and blood, she'd stumbled backwards when she thought there was a stranger in the bathroom with her. She'd stood in front of it, staring at the difference in her body before tearing her eyes away and focusing on the shower. She'd gone to bed straight after, thankful that Dean was already asleep. The next morning she'd spent a bit more time examining her stomach and her cheeks, pulling and pushing at them, wondering how long she'd looked like that and why Dean hadn't mentioned anything. She suddenly felt embarrassed and anxious thinking about Dean. Dean was perfect in her eyes. Dean was perfect in everyone's eyes, except maybe his own. They'd been together for over a year; she'd been living in the bunker with him and Sam for the same length of time. She shared Dean's room, and they spent a lot of their free time taking off each other's clothes and being intimate. She loved the feeling of his strong and large hands on her skin, touching her body, caressing her legs and stomach and arms. Well, she used to. Now whenever he tried to touch her stomach, she'd wriggle away from him.

She scrubbed her body and washed her hair, keeping her eyes closed and enjoying the heat from the water. She'd been mainly researching with Sam for the day; Dean had gone to help Garth with a simple hunt the day before, and was due to get back late that evening. Once she was feeling clean and relaxed, she turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body before closing the medicine cabinet, still avoiding looking at it even though it was now fogged up. She walked barefoot down the corridor to her and Dean's room, looking forward to a good night's sleep, hopefully waking up in Dean's arms. She stopped abruptly when she opened the door. Dean was sitting on the bed, and glanced up at her, immediately looking her up and down and smirking at her.

"I thought you weren't going to be home until later?" She asked, subconsciously grasping her towel tighter, still standing in the doorway. Dean shrugged.

"Got the job done quickly", he stood up and made his way over to her. "What are you doing standing in the doorway? C'mere", he held out his arms only a couple of feet away from her, but she backed away slightly, clearing her throat when she saw the flash of hurt across Dean's face.

"Sorry, my hair is wet, I don't want to get you all wet too".

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess just a little tired", she swallowed nervously, hoping Dean wouldn't notice.

"Okay". He let his arms drop to his side and he turned around to sit back down on the bed, and her heart broke for him. She felt guilty for rejecting a hug from someone who so rarely gave them out, but she felt vulnerable and exposed in the towel. He'd be able to feel everything. She quickly walked over to her dresser and pulled out some pyjamas, and turned to walk back out the door. "Wait, where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm just going to get changed, I'll be back in a few minutes", she gave him a small smile, but he looked confused.

"Are uh.. are we good?" Dean's expression was a mixture of hurt, rejection, and confusion. Two months ago [Y/N] had no problem changing in front of him, and she would have run to give him a hug after he'd come back from a hunt.

"Yes", she quickly reassured him. "Of course we're good. I'll be back in two minutes, okay?" He didn't look convinced, but he nodded at her, and she left. She quickly made her way back to the bathroom to change, her mind busy with coming up with excuses as to why she didn't want to hug Dean or get changed in front of him. Nothing good really came to her.

Dean was in bed with the light off when she got back to the room. He was on his side, facing the wall. She quietly crept towards the bed and slid in, not wanting to disturb him if he was asleep. He wasn't. He was thinking through every interaction they'd had recently. They'd been having sex a lot less over the last couple of months, but they'd also just been really busy on hunts. They couldn't exactly have sex while on the road when Sam or Cas were in the room too. Whenever they got back to the bunker, they were usually just too tired. Or at least, [Y/N] would say she was too tired. He stared at the wall through the darkness, trying to remember if he'd said anything to upset her, any reason that she might be annoyed at him, or if he'd changed his appearance in any way that might make him less attractive to her.

"I can hear you thinking", she whispered, now also lying on her side and facing Dean's back, her hand resting under her cheek. She watched as she could just about see the outline of his shoulder rise up as he sighed.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I'd tell you if you'd done something wrong, you know that", she whispered to him. He turned over to face her. He couldn't see her face, and he was glad that it meant she couldn't see his.

"Then what won't you tell me? I wanted to surprise you by coming home early, and you just looked annoyed. You didn't even want to hug me. You used to find any excuse to be close to me and now it's like you can't get far enough away".

"Dean", she sighed, and reached out with her hand to cup his cheek. "I'm sorry, it really isn't like that, I do want to be close to you".

"Then tell me what that was earlier. Tell me why you didn't want my hug, why you went to a different room to get changed, why you haven't wanted to have sex with me for weeks". He brought his hand up to cover the one she had one his cheek. "Please, just tell me what it is so I can fix it".

[Y/N] sighed and closed her eyes. "It isn't anything you can fix. It's pretty embarassing".

"Talk to me".

"Okay. I've been small my whole life. I've never had any issues with that, it's me, and I like that". Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, he wasn't really sure where she was going with this, but he continued to listen. "But, a couple of months ago I noticed that I'm a bit bigger. My stomach sticks out more, my cheeks are fuller. I look different, and I don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable, it's not me. Every time I've seen myself in the mirror for the last two months I have a hard time recognising myself, like one of my defining characteristics is gone. I feel embarrassed when I think about you seeing or touching me. I feel vulnerable, or exposed I guess. Like if you see me without clothes or if you touch me then you'll see the difference too, and then you won't want me anymore".

It was Dean's turn to cup [Y/N]'s cheek, and he used his thumb to wipe away a tear that he felt drip down her cheek. "[Y/N]..." He sighed. "You're still you. Who you are hasn't changed. So what if you gained a little weight? I don't care. I didn't even notice. When I look at you, all I see is my beautiful girlfriend. I see someone who's a foot shorter than me but can take down a nest of vampires without breaking a sweat. I see someone who shows even more emotion than Sammy does but never lets anyone walk over her. I see someone who makes me feel like I'm worth a damn. You looked hot as fuck wrapped in that little towel earlier. If you'd let me I would've ripped it right off you and had you then and there. I wanna touch you, I want to see you".

She sniffed and opened her eyes, letting them adjust in the dark to see Dean's face. "Really?"

"Really". He slid his hand from her cheek around to the back of her neck and pulled her in, leaning in to press his lips against hers. He hummed in satisfaction as she kissed him back. He gently rolled over on top of her, supporting himself with his arms either side of her as he continued the kiss. She snaked her arms around his neck just before he pulled back and looked down at her. "So are you really tired or can I show you how close I want to be to you?" He smirked at her and pulled one of his hands down to graze over her hip, chuckling when she shivered from the touch.

"I'm suddenly not tired at all", she smiled up at him before pulling him back down to kiss him again, still feeling vulnerable, but now being comfortable with being vulnerable with Dean.

The end

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someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae · 10 months

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Uljima

Pairing: Niki x Jungwon x Reader

Lee: Reader

Switch: Jungwon

Ler: Niki

Genre: Fluff, Enhypen Fluff, Sweet Home, Cheer Up Ts, Zombies, Friends, Niki Fluff, Jungwon Fluff, Enhypen Tickle, Niki Tickle, Jungwon Tickle

A/n : So I had a sleepover at my friends house last night as I'm writing this and we watched Sweet Home until 1am and I had the idea to write a Fic about it. It did not happen like this but I liked the idea, so I hope you like it too.♡

You were at a sleepover at your friends house. Jungwon and Niki invited you and you first went to the movie theatre together and now you were sitting there in Nikis gigantic room where you were sitting on the big grey, comfy sofa. You sat between them and you were actually tired and freaking scared since it was 0am and you three watched the K-Drama 'Sweet Home', a Zombie Drama. It was soo good but the Zombies were so damn scary and even the characters were so scary since they all had this nose bleeding. It was so disgusting but you loved this Drama.

The two boys next to you were pretty calm and watched it in peace while you flinched whenever there was a Zombie on the screen. Then this disgusting spider-human-zombie came on the screen again and you flinched again and let out a little scream. You hated this creature since you feared spiders like nothing else and this zombie was all bloody. So it wasn't you favourite look of a zombie, if there would have been one. Both boys looked at you and Niki smirked and shook his head, laughing at your cuteness.

Jungwon looked at you and he looked at you shivering and eyes widened. He wanted to calm you down a bit since you were THAT scared. So he just poked your side, not expecting much. He better had expected more. You screamed and fell on Nikis lap, not laughing but screaming in fear. Jungwon looked so damn sorry and his eyes grew so big as you screamed. Niki hugged you and rubbed your arm to calm you down and you slowly carched your breathe.

Jungwon felt so bad for scaring you that hard and apologized thousand times. "Oh my god Honey I'm so sorry!!! I'm being honest, I apologize, I'm so damn sorry! I didn't want to scare you that much! I didn't even want ro scare you!!! Omg I apologize I apologize I am so fucking sorry!!!!" Niki helped you to stand up and you told Jungwon that it was okay since he didn't want to do this but Niki was in soft Ler mood and he did not agree 100% with you.

So he sat next to Jungwon and randomly hugged him. The drama continued but nobody minded it since Jungwon was starting to feel uncomfortable because Nikis Fingers lightly ran up and down his tighs. "Niki watcha think you're doing?" he asked. "Ohh what do you think Hyung? I think you know it. We both know you need at least a tiny punishment for scaring poor Y/nah to death. Then he started squeezing Jungwons thighs softly and the older one started laughing and giggling and trashing around in the youngers strong arms. "Yahahah Nahahah Nihihihikihiihih Nahahaha" he tried to stop Niki by grabbing his wrists and pushing him away but ofc it did not work and he was helpless hugged and tickled by Niki. Luckily Niki was a gentle Ler today. So he just wanted to lift the mood and make his friends happy and not tickle them to death. He does this often enough.

So he let go of Jungwon soon and the two continued watching the Drama while you lied down on your bed, turning your body away from the screen so you only heard the scary sounds.

A/n: I personally don't think this Drama is THAT scary but I thought it would be a fun Idea, so let's continue...

The boys soon saw you, shivering and not looking happy at all so they decided to cheer you up a bit. The turned off the TV and sat next to you on your bed. Niki on the right, Jungwon on your left.

You were not only shivering because of the drama, it was not THAT scary. Okay it was scary but not that extremely. The last days, weeks, months you were extremely stressed and you had many exams and stress because of school. You were also a bit depressed again since some guys from school were stressing you again and your teachers were awful too. You did not get enough sleep either. All this was just too much for you.

"Heyy Y/n are you okay?" Jungwon asked and sounded a bit worried. He sat next to you and pulled you near to him and hugged you tight. Niki joined and stroke your head. "Please tell us, u know that we're always there for you, right?" Those comfy words made you cry. You let out all of the stuck feelings of the last days, weeks, months. You cried your eyes out and the boys just sat there, hugged you and were there for you like they always were. "Nohoho nohothing is okahahay" You cried and Jungwon asked gently: "Do you want to tell us?". Niki signed him that you first should catch your breathe and they were holding you as long as you were crying and longer.

"I'm sorry it was too much these days..." You said quietly and tears started rolling down your cheeks again. "Ohh c'mon don't cry again! Uljima Jagi" Niki said and as you did not stopped, he gently stroke your sides with his fingers. Jungwon guessed the sign right and did the same at the other side. You flinched but it didn't help at all since they were on both of your sides. You did not stopp crying but you let out a few tiny giggles. "Nahaha stahahap" Jungwon seemed happier. "There they are! Your sweet adorable giggles. Stop crying please and let me hear more of these~" He said and chuckled since you blushed softly.

Niki nodded and as you did not stopped he started to spider your side and tummy and Jungwon did the same. You shrieked and giggled more, your tears finally stopped. "Nahahha staahahahahp pleahahahase I dahahahn't crahahay ahahanymohohore" You tried to remind them but they just didn't mind and continued tickling you softly. You were trashing around a bit but since they were everywhere you realized that you won't be successfull escaping them and stopped and just took it.

They continued and sometimes Niki poke a few of your ribs or Jungwon was blewing in your neck to earn some extra giggles but they did not wanted to tickle you to death so they just did it to cheer you up a bit and calm you down. After like ten minutes they stopped and you rolled yourself into a small ball of yourself.

"Thahank you guhuys I think I neheded thahat" You said quietly and thankfully and they smiled and hugged you again. "Do you want to tell us now?" Jungwon asked carefully but you weren't in the mood to cry again so you just nodded and cuddled then softly. "I am just so exhausted of being stressed all day by exams, study sessions, teachers, friends, parents... It's like everyone and everything wants to stress me now. I wrote so many exams the last weeks and I had no afternoon without studying at least an hour. And I have not slept well for a month or longer now." You explained. They listened to you and you felt like being understood.

And they did understand you since they often felt the same way as you. "Oh we didn't know! But thank you for telling us! If you want us to, we can cheer you up more often, just tell us" Jungwon told you and at first you thought that he was joking but after you looked at him you saw that he was completely serious. " Yeah he's right." Niki agreed and you smiled thankfully. You knew you would never tell them you're a Lee but you were so thankful having such great friends. "And now let us help you to sleep good" Jongwon layed down and pulled you with him. Niki also layed down and you three were cuddling all night until you all fell asleep and to the next morning and longer.

A/n: Okay so this ff took me two nights, I hope you enjoyed it! I'm really trying my best to write good fics. Thank you guys 🫶🏻

#jungwon #enhypen fluff #enhypen tickle #kpop tickle #cheer up tickles #sad reader #jungwon x reader #jungwon fluff #niki x reader #niki fluff #enhypen niki fluff #enhypen jungwon #enhypen x reader #reader x idol

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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Love Me or Let Me Go / JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Part 1 here

Summary: after confessing to JJ that you had been in love with him for months, your relationship shifted and changed completely. Neither knew how to act anymore, but Pope helped to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, angst, sad reader and sad JJ :(, mentions of not eating properly (skipping meals, eating little amounts)

Authors note: part 2 as promised my lovelies, I hope you all enjoy! I decided to shift things and some parts from JJ's point of view also, so I hope everyone likes it 😁 I'm so glad people wanted a part 2 😊.

Word count: 3.7k

It had been two weeks since you confessed your feelings to JJ, and it had been the hardest week of your life. You and JJ had never gone this long without talking, texting, or seeing one another. It was usually no more than two days at most, and by the time you finally did see one another, you'd be inseparable. So to go a whole two weeks without talking or seeing him was absolute hell, he wasn't just the person you were in love with, he was your best friend.

He was the missing piece that made you feel whole, he was literally your soulmate. Since that first day of school when you both met as kids, that was the day you both became one being. You felt like your whole body was numb, fading into nothing. You didn't want to lose him as a friend but you couldn't help the way you felt about him. And you weren't sure you could push those feelings aside any longer.

The first week was spent mostly crying and locked away in your room, the only people you allowed in were the rest of the group. Pope visited the most, almost every day, to check on you. You and Pope had always been close but in these last few weeks, your friendship had grown. And you were thankful for that because without realising it, that was what you needed. Everyone had grown to be concerned about you in these two weeks, even your parents and little sibling had noticed that you weren't yourself.

Everyone quickly put two and two together, realising that JJ wasn't coming around. Your family were used to seeing the blonde headed boy, having him over for dinner quite often and letting him crash on the couch whenever he needed to. So your family quickly understood something had happened but didn't want to pry.

Pope knocked on the door of y/n's house, waiting for someone to answer. Y/n's mother answered with a friendly smile on her face, a sad expression lurking behind. "Oh Pope, come in!" She greeted, ushering the boy in. Closing the door she asked for him to wait a moment, "can you take this up to her? She hasn't eaten today." She asked with a frown. He nodded, "of course! I'll try to knock some sense into her." She nodded gratefully and returned to the kitchen. Pope reached y/n's door, knocking gently. "Who is it?" Pope hardly recognised your voice, it was raspy and filled with sadness. "It's me," Pope announced, walking in once you agreed. He was instantly saddened when he took in your appearance, noticing the barely touched plate of food from that morning. He sighed and made his way over, placing the plate in front of you.

"Come here." Pope held out his arms for you, watching as you immediately crawled towards him. He uncrossed his legs, allowing you to sit between them as he held you. The second his arms wrapped around you, you crumbled. The tears instantly fell, cascading down your cheeks like a waterfall. You sobbed into Pope's chest, gripping the back of his shirt as tight as you could. He hushed you softly, "it's okay, let it out." As he placed his chin lightly on your head. You weren't sure how long you stayed like this, embraced in Pope's arms but neither bothered to move until you felt better.

Pope sat down next to you, sitting with his legs crossed. You were sitting with your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly. Your head lay on the top of your knees, facing him but you weren't looking at him. Pope noticed the glassy tired look in your eyes, they were red and puffy from crying. Pope felt awful that he couldn't take the hurt away or make you feel better. It pained him to see his friend in such pain.

He was pissed at JJ, how could he not see how amazing you were? How could he not want to be with her? No one had ever fully accepted JJ so completely, flaws and all as you had. Not even John B, so how could he hurt the person who loved him the most? Pope just couldn't understand, he felt his heartbreak for you. He could see how much you were struggling without him.

By the second week, you had managed to stop crying as often. Able to mostly keep it together for those around you who were concerned. Kie and Sarah had just left, you had been able to spend the last two hours enjoying the moment without a single thought of JJ. Which was a first, until they had left at least. You made your way downstairs to have dinner with your family for the first time in a week, finally feeling good enough to leave the safety of your bedroom.

Your family looked shocked, not expecting to see you but we're happy nonetheless. Despite not expecting to see you, a place at the table had been set for you, which made you smile. "What can I do to help?" You asked with a small smile, giggling when your mother rushed towards you with open arms.

You sat with your family eating your mother's homemade spaghetti bolognese, missing the taste of a full meal. You had lost your appetite all week, not being able to stomach large amounts of food. So you were grateful that you were finally able to eat normally once again. Your younger sister smiled at you, passing you some bread, happy to have you mostly back to normal. You watched as your mother and father chatted about work, playfully making jokes towards one another.

You watched as your father teased your mother lovingly, placing a peck on her pouting lips with a laugh. She giggled, not being able to stay mad at him for long. You sighed silently to yourself, feeling sadness overcome you. But you refused to let it ruin your time with your family, so you simply sat there and ate your food.

JJ sat on the porch of the chateau with a beer in hand, it had been five days since you had confessed your feelings for him. He was struggling not seeing you or talking to you at all, he wasn't used to being without his best friend. You helped to keep him sane and grounded, you always looked after him and never judged him. You were more than he could have asked for in his life and he had just thrown all that away. JJ placed his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in anger.

John B walked outside, leaning against the doorframe and observing his best friend. He felt bad for him, seeing him struggle but he had also seen how bad you were suffering also. He was torn. "Hey man." John B announced his presence to his friend, taking the seat opposite JJ. JJ raised his head to look at his friend, tears in his eyes.

"I fucked up big time, didn't I?" JJ whispered, looking at his friend sadly. John B nodded, giving him a sympathetic look. JJ stood up aggravated with himself and threw his bottle across the grass, watching as it smashed. John B went and stood with his friend, grabbing his shoulder. "How do you feel about her?" John B questioned, wanting to know. Everyone wondered, JJ hadn't told anyone how he'd felt about his best friend.

JJ laughed bitterly, "I've been in love with her for years man." JJ shook his head at himself, annoyed that he didn't answer you back that night. "Dude are you serious?! So then why didn't you say that to her days ago?" John B asked, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. JJ groaned, "because I'm a fucking idiot, okay?! Every time I've tried to tell her I've chickened out because I didn't think she would fall for someone like me, I'm a mess! Hence why we are in this situation." He huffed to himself, giving his best friend a sad look.

The sound of a car alerted the two boys, John B and JJ looked over in the direction of the noise confused. Pope got out of his father's car, slamming the door behind him. "Oh, he's pissed. At me right?" JJ questioned, already knowing the answer. John B shook his head amused, knowing Pope was going to argue with JJ.

"I've just visited y/n, do you know how much you've hurt her?!" Pope yelled, making his way over to the blonde-headed boy. "How is she?" JJ questioned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Pope looked at him dumbfounded, "how is she?! Hmm, let me see. She hasn't stopped crying in days, she's barely eating and she refuses to leave her room. Does that sum up how she's doing?!" Pope was enraged with JJ's typical attitude, at that moment he wanted to punch his friend.

"That's fine! I can manage that, I think." JJ mumbled the last part, more to himself than the other two. Was he able to go any longer without seeing or speaking to you? He wasn't sure. But he supposed he'd have to. All JJ knew was that he needed to get you back and as more than just his best friend this time. "Okay, here's the plan," Pope muttered, pulling the two boys in to discuss what to do.

"Fuck!" JJ yelled, even more, pissed at himself than he was before. He felt like such an arse, he'd broken his best friend's heart. The person he loved more than anything, "I've fucked it up and I don't know to unfuck it!" JJ yelled, pulling at his hair. He didn't know what to do, he was stuck in a difficult position. "Help me, Pope. Help me get her back, i-i need her man." JJ could feel the tears welling in his eyes, clouding his vision. He turned from his friends, wiping his eyes.

He knew he'd fucked up big time but he needed you back, he couldn't imagine his life without you in it permanently. He'd his feelings in for long enough. "Fine, but she needs time to feel better first. You haven't seen how she's been, man." Pope sighed, remembering how broken and defeated you'd looked as he left.

Two weeks of not seeing or speaking to JJ had been absolute hell. You had been tempted on many occasions to call or text him. You had sat on your bed multiple times in the last week, pulling out your phone and hovering over JJ's contact. But you would back down last minute, thinking it better not to. You had sat there wondering if he had wanted to contact you as well, you hoped he would have but he never did. Which broke your heart further.

You had managed to pull yourself together mostly, not having cried for a few days. Pope had messaged you that morning asking you to get ready by 7 and to meet him outside your home. You had asked why but he refused to tell you, saying it was a secret. So by 6:30, you had eaten, showered and shaved, and gotten dressed in a tank top and shorts.

By 6:45 you were sitting on your bed anxiously, your knee bouncing up and down in one spot. A nervous habit you had. You were unsure what Pope was up to, your stomach felt knotted for some reason. You decided to go downstairs and let your parents know about the plans, knowing they would be more than happy that you were finally leaving the house.

"Hey, I'm going out for a while, meeting with Pope, Sarah, and Kie. I'll see you guys later." You hugged your family and walked out the door, heading towards the beach to meet the three. Sarah and Kie had rung you last-minute letting you know they would be joining, which was of course okay with you. You were happy to spend time with them, you just hoped JJ wouldn't turn up.

The sun was setting beautifully, a warm yellow-orange glow shining upon you. You spotted your three friends standing together, chatting about something you couldn't hear. "Hey!" You called, reaching the group with a smile. The first genuine happy smile you'd had in two weeks, which the group picked up on. "Hey! You look a lot better, healthy!" Kie commented on your appearance, making you giggle lightly.

"Thanks, Kie." You shook your head amused. Sarah and Pope looked at her annoyed, "really? Healthy?" Pope asked dumbfounded, Kie raised her hands in defence. "Sorry, sorry!" She laughed. "So! What are we doing here exactly? You guys were very vague on the phone?" You smiled, curious as to what you'd all be doing but grateful to be out of the house. The sun felt good on your skin, the light warm breeze nipping at your legs.

"You need to trust us, okay?" Pope smiled, waiting as you frown. You laughed, "no way! Every time I trust you guys I either get shot at, chased, or in trouble with the law!" You shook your hands around, turning away from them. You were grabbed by two pairs of arms, making you grumble unhappy. You frown at the three as you were turned around. "No, no, no. Come on, you trust me don't you?" Pope questioned with a raised eyebrow, he knew you did.

You huffed, "yes I do!" You announced annoyed, but you knew that none of them would put you openly in any danger unless you were all together. "Let's go then!" Sarah called happily, a big smile on her face. You couldn't help but smile in return, there was just something about Sarah Cameron's smile, she won people over effortlessly. Sarah linked arms with you and eyed you secretly, I hope this works, she thought.

They led you down onto the beach, allowing you to remove your sandals. You carried them in your hand, looking around curiously. The beach was empty apart from you guys and the silence allowed you to feel peaceful. They led you down the sand to a secluded corner, large rocks and trees covering the view of the road and pathway. You looked around confused when you noticed a little picnic area set up, blankets covering the sand so you could sit.

There was a bunch of food and drinks poking out the open lid of the basket. Pope, Sarah, and Kie gave you large smiles, positioning you where they wanted you. You turned to face them, your back to the picnic, "what is this guys?" You asked confused, pointing to the area. You noticed them walking away from you quickly, "where the hell are you going? Leaving me alone here! Guys?!" You yelled as they laughed, running away from you.

You watched as John B jumped out from behind the rocks and ran away with the three, "you two John B?! What the fuck guys?" You yelled again, you waved your arms around annoyed. "What is this?" You pointed, turning to look at the picnic, only to be met with a sheepish looking JJ scratching the back of his neck. You groaned annoyed, "traitors!" You yelled at the group who were walking away together.

They turned to look at you, giving you both thumbs up, "good luck!" You knew that was aimed at JJ. You sighed, turning to face JJ fully. You looked at the blonde-headed boy, he wore a button-up white shirt with four buttons undone. He wasn't wearing his usual cap, his hair was messy in a sexy way. He wore a pair of dark grey shorts and his favourite pair of shoes were placed by the picnic. He looked absolutely delicious and tempting, but you refused to show your attraction to the boy.

"Hey," JJ muttered, feeling extremely nervous. You could decide to just walk away, and never want to speak to him again. JJ could feel his palms sweating, his stomach churning nervously. He was terrified of losing you completely, you were his everything. Maybe he had already lost you, the thought made him panic. Oh God, what if I've already lost her? Shit, I'm such a fucking idiot. "JJ?" you called, noticing he looked like his mind was elsewhere.

You raised your eyebrow at the boy, waiting for his explanation. "Shit, sorry. What did you say?" He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck? "I asked what all this is for?" You replied, pointing to the picnic. You were nervous beyond belief, not having seen him in a while. The person responsible for your broken heart, but the same person who made you feel so many emotions. You were conflicted on how to feel right now.

"When I first noticed things were different between us, more than just friendship, I was terrified. I got scared, I've never had someone love me in the ways you do. You've never once judged me, you always stood by my side even when I would do some stupid shit." You both laughed at that part, remembering all the times you'd come to his aid, "you've always been my partner in crime, and you've always made sure I was taken care of. You see me for the real me, the me that I haven't shown anyone else, and that scared the shit out of me! So I did what I always do, I ran. I slept with that toroun that night of the party to push you away, I was scared you'd get tired of me and leave me like everyone seems to. And I know it's stupid! But I'm in love with you, I have been since that first day I met you. I'm a fucking idiot for not telling you sooner, but I just couldn't risk losing you." Once he'd finished explaining, you were shocked.

"I asked the gang to help me out, to set this whole thing up. I wanted to do something special as a way of helping me to apologise to you. Just give me like ten minutes to explain, please?" JJ begged, pulling at your heartstrings. He did all this for you, to say sorry. The least you could do was hear him out, so you agreed. JJ led you to the blanket, sitting down near each other.

You were curious as to why JJ did what he did, wondering why he had led you on the way he did. Did he want to hurt you in the end? You were sure not, he cared about you deeply. Surely he didn't intend to hurt you the way he had. You stared at him, giving him your full attention. JJ felt nervous, he had never fully opened up to anyone before. He tended to keep the full truth to himself, he'd never had a serious relationship before or someone that loved him as fully as you do.

You couldn't believe that he had felt the same, for years! You could feel tears prick at your eyes, "why couldn't you have said this two weeks ago? You could have saved us both the heartache." You stressed, a single tear falling. JJ lifted his hand and wiped the tear away, you leaned into his touch. JJ shifted closer, pulling you to fully face him. Your knees were touching, making your stomach do flips.

"Please y/n, give me another chance to fix this. Give me the chance to make it up to you and love you. I need you." He begged, his eyes glossy. You contemplated your options, he was extremely sorry and set up this romantic picnic to apologise. He explained why he did it, although you were a bit pissed that he'd felt this way for years and didn't say anything. An idea popped up in your mind.

You smiled, "only if you tell me why you stormed out of the porch that day at the chateau." JJ instantly knew which day you were talking about, an annoyed expression forming. He groaned, "because we always sit together, so when I saw you all giggly and close to Pope, I got jealous. You two looked like you were getting really close, especially when we went out on the boat." He huffed, seeming to remember the memory in his mind.

You giggled, "you do realise, that me and Pope were bonding over our mutual issue of being in love with people who don't like us back. Well, at least I didn't think you did," you felt amused that JJ had been jealous of you and Pope. JJ looked at you in shock, realisation hitting him. I'm an idiot, he thought to himself. You both laughed together about it. "So does that mean that I get a second chance?" JJ asked, giving you a hopeful look. You bit your lip and nodded, "yes, you get a second chance." JJ happily pulled you into a hug, squeezing you gently. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. JJ's head relaxed into the crook of your neck, "God I missed you." He whispered, his arms tightening their grip on you.

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You smiled into his shoulder, "I missed you too." You whispered, feeling JJ pull back. You looked into one another's eyes, he flicked between your lips and eyes. You both began leaning in until your lips touched. You were both apprehensive, being gentle and slow. Your lips moved perfectly in sync, picking up in speed quickly. JJ grabbed both sides of your face, your hand grabbing the back of his neck. You grabbed the hair on the back of his neck, pulling slightly, a groan leaving JJ. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his waist.

The kiss quickly became heated, "woooh! Finally!" You heard from afar, you both turned to look at your friends a distance away cheering you on. You and JJ laughed at your friends, shaking your heads. "Shall we enjoy this picnic?" JJ questioned, a big smile on his face. You smiled in return, "yes definitely." You nodded, looking at all the food and drinks he brought, all your favourites. "I love you y/n," JJ confessed with a smile, staring at you with such love and emotion. You felt your heart soar with happiness, "I love you too JJ Maybank, more than you'll know." JJ pulled you in once again with a passionate kiss.

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