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fallingfavourites · 2 years

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Footnote -Nancy Wheeler x reader

Summary: your in love with your best friend but she has a boyfriend and you aren't even sure if she returns the feelings that you have for her

Word count: 1,8k

CW/TW: implied fem!reader, but she/her pronouns isn't used, no use of y/n, brief description of puking/vomiting, underage drinking?? Im not sure how old they were in s2, small hint of internalized homophobia I think, probably shitty writing, maybe some ooc Nancy or Steve I'm not sure

A/n: yes I do have a few request laying in my inbox but I suddenly got inspired to write this at around 1am and I finished it around 4am. Also it's crazy how little Nancy fics there are heh

Inspired by: Footnote by Conan Gray and S2 E2

Gif credit: @strangrthings

Nancy had been dating Steve ‘the hair' Harrington for awhile now. You and Steve weren’t exactly friends. It wasn’t necessarily because he was a total douche a year ago. No it was because he was dating your best friend. They weren’t right for each other you knew that. They were in a total different state of mind and you just wished Nancy would see what you see.

As you were parking your car you noticed there were already quite a lot of people. Only going to Tina's Halloween party hadn’t initially been on your planning. Party’s have never really been your scene. This time your best friend Nancy Wheeler had somehow convinced you to come. And if you were being honest you would do anything for Nancy if she just asked.

With your head being too busy being occupied by Nancy’s relationship it had totally slipped your mind that this was a costume party. You look down at your clothes trying to figure out if you looked like a character from a movie you had seen recently. Suddenly you remembered that last week Nancy had forced you to rewatch Grease with her. And you realise your outfit sort of resembled the outfit Sandy wears at the end of the movie. Lucky you.

Walking into the living room your eyes immediately scan across the room trying to find Nancy. A small smile creeped on your lips as you realised she was dressed as Lana from Risky Business. She hadn’t shut up about that movie since she had seen it. Oh and don’t even get started on her Tom Cruise poster.

You automatically had started walking towards her. Not even noticing Steve who was standing next to her. You were a few steps away as she walked right past you. Your head followed the brunette as she walked away. Suddenly you bump into something hard. As you look up you realise you walked right into Steve.

“Oh shit, sorry.” You apologized to him. It was hard to see Steve’s expression since he was wearing sunglasses but you were almost sure you saw his eyes roll. “Where did Nance go?” You questioned, your face furrowed in confusion.

“I might have convinced her to just be stupid teenagers for the night and now she is probably somewhere getting sheet faced.” He informed you with a tired sigh.“Are you an idiot Harrington?” You remarked, “You know what, don’t answer that. Should i go look for Nance before she gets to drunk?”

Steve noticed the sincere concern you had for Nancy. Steve noticed the way you would look at her instead of the movie the three of you were watching. Steve noticed your protectiveness over her. Steve noticed the smile and twinkle in your eye when someone mentioned her name. Steve noticed the way you would change all your plans if Nancy just asked you to do so. Steve noticed everything but he always just convinced himself that those things were all best friend things.

“No, no don’t worry I’ll look after her you go have fun!” He exclaimed after stumbling over his first few words. You rolled your eyes as Steve jogged away before you could respond. You weren’t here to have fun you were here for Nancy. After scanning the crowd for Nancy or Steve you couldn’t find either of them. Letting out a sigh you decided you might just take Steve up on having fun. A little booze never hurt anyone.

By now you were well on your sixth.. or no maybe it was your seventh cup. You couldn’t really be bothered either way. Suddenly you see a beautiful girl in a black and white top coming your way. She has gorgeous short brown hair. And as if the girl couldn’t get prettier she looks just like your Nancy.

“Hey! I’m so happy you came!” A voice that sounded as sweet as honey yelled out above the music. Suddenly it hits you. This girl doesn’t just look like your Nancy, this girl is your Nancy. “Nance!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around her.

You couldn’t help but smell the flowery parfume she wore. The sweet smell made you want to keep breathing it in forever. Nancy catched on pretty quickly that you were way past tipsy at this point. She grabbed your hand and guided you as you stumbled to the bathroom. When you both entered she closed the door, the music from outside could only softly be heard and there hanged a comfortable silence in the air.

You leaned against the bathroom sink while she leaned against the door. The two of you both looked up at each other at the same time and both of you broke out in a smile. However that smile quickly turned upside down for you as you began to gag.

Quickly you rushed to the toilet and you felt Nancy already holding whatever hair would fall in your face. Quickly flushing the toilet when your done you couldn’t help but grimace as you leaned your head against the cold tiles of the bathroom. The disgusting taste of vomit still lingering in your mouth.

Nancy was quick to get you a glass of water which you accepted gratefully as she sat down next to you on the floor. “You feeling okay?” She asked as you took a sip of your water. “I like you” You blurted out.

You didn’t know where it came from, maybe it was the alcohol that was in your system. After the words you were struggling to come to terms with what just slipped past your lips, you didn’t dare to look up at Nancy. After a few moments of silence Nancy stood up. “Sober up.” She mumbled as she looked down at you.

Somehow you found the courage to look up at her, “Nance I’m not just saying it ‘cause I’m drunk.” You told her. “You know I’m dating Steve.” Nancy reminded, if it wasn’t for the alcohol in you you might’ve noticed that she was more reminding herself than that she was reminding you.

“What if I waited for you Nance?” You questioned maybe a bit to hopeful as you stood up and placed the water on the sink. “Would that maybe help?” You asked as you reached out for her hand. Just as your hand brushes hers, she quickly pulls it back. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” Nancy stuttered out as she walks out the bathroom door.

You just ruined it. You just ruined everything. A few tears escaped past your lashes. You turn around and lean with your hands against the sink. You catch your own eyes in the dirty mirror. Your mascara has run out, your eyes looked red, you looked like a mess. You wipe the few tears that hadn’t fallen of your face yet and in doing so you smudged your make-up even more.

Opening the bathroom door you hoped no-one would be able to see your face and as quickly as you could you made your way outside. You opened your car door and sat down while burying your head in your hands. You dont quite know how long you sat there like that but a sudden and rappid knocking snapped you right back into reality.

As you rolled down your car window you notice Steve Harrington standing in front of you. “Hey, I can’t find my car keys can you drop me off at my house?” He asks, tiredness very clear in his voice. At first you were about to say no, but then you thought about what Nancy would want you to do. She wouldn’t want you to leave Steve out here in the cold.

So you nodded and mumbled ‘sure'. He gave a small but grateful smile and walked around the car to get into the passenger seat. You started your car and you turned down the volume of your radio so it wouldn’t be to bothering. Because of pure coincidence you had to stop around a street light and exactly at that moment Steve glanced at you.

From the corner of your eye it was clear he noticed your messed up make-up. “Hey, you.. uhm.. you alright?” He asked clearly not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “It’s just Na-" You shook your head and let out a sigh, “It’s just nothing really.” You corrected yourself not taking your eyes of the road. After a silent drive that felt like hours you finally reached his house.

You parked your car half on the sidewalk so he could get out easily. As Steve is about to open his door he pauses. “I think me and Nancy broke up.” He blurts out. Your head shoots his way with a confused look on your face. “After she came back from the bathroom she got like pretty drunk, then we got into a fight and she called our relationship bullshit and basically said she didn’t love me.” He explained.

“oh wow” Is all I can seem to mumble out. “oh wow really? Thats all you have to say?” He complains. “Well yeah, what did you expect me to say after you dump all of that on me?!” I exclaim as I throw my arms in defeat. After that it’s quiet for a bit.

As you focus your eyes on the hands in your lap you debate on telling Steve about what happened between you and Nancy tonight. As you toy with your fingers you can feel Steve’s piercing eyes staring at you. He’s clearly figured out you want to say something. “Me.. Me and Nancy.. I told her I liked her..” You struggled with your words.

Not sure how Steve would react to them. After a minute of silence or so, you feel the tears threatening to fall again. This is stupid earlier this night you disliked Steve and just now you told him something you couldn’t even tell your parents. “Oh..” Is all he seemed to be able to mumble out. “Oh? Really thats all you have to say?” You complain as your voice quivers.

“Well yeah, what did you expect me to say after you dump all of that on me.” He joked with a smirk on his face. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “How did she react?” He questioned, his tone more serious now. “I don’t really know, she only really said that she was dating you, which is not true anymore I think, but besides that I don’t think she likes me back.” You respond with a saddened smile on your lips.

Steve bumps your shoulder with his shoulder and cracks a smile, “Hey, I’ve seen the way you care about her and how you would do anything for her, so that’s her loss.” You can’t help but let a smile slip on your face. Steve gives you a small nod and opens his car door and you send him a quick wave.

You started your car again and drove home while your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone. Does Nancy hate you? Could you still be friends after such a confession? Did her and Steve break up because of what you told her? The questions wouldn’t stop plaguing your head.

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler x you #stranger things #stranger things x you #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington #natalia dyer #nancywheeler #nancy wheeler x y/n

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castawaybarnes · 4 years

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drunk words, sober thoughts. [timothée chalamet]

summary: best friend timmy comforts you after a breakup.

warnings: alcohol consumption and just a little bit of smut if you squit!

the things this gif makes me wanna do,,,,,,,,, someone call the local pastor, because i need jesus.

The vague ‘get to mine as soon as u can please’ text had Timothée worried out of his mind. His thoughts raced from one bad scenario to another until he couldn’t even think at all.

When you sent the text you were already two shot in. Your asshole of a boyfriend dumped you just a few hours prior, yet you weren’t sure if the drinks were to drown the sadness or to celebrate. So naturally, when Timmy dramatically burst through the door he was surprised to see you with a wide grin, holding a vodka bottle in the kitchen.

“(Y/N) for Christ’s sake you had me worried.” He exclaimed as he stepped into your apartment, taking off his coat. “Did you really text me at 2PM to come and drink with you?” He raised an eyebrow. “What’s the occasion anyway?” He took the shot glass you had poured for him and raised it, waiting for you to meet him halfway.

“To being single!” You giggled as your glass met his, and quickly threw it back, letting the familiar burning sensation run down your throat.

“Wait, when did this happen?”

“This morning.”

“You don’t seem very upset about it, (Y/N).”

“Well it’s either the alcohol buzzing, or my brain just hasn’t yet processed the image of my boyfriend fucking someone else right in front of me.” You explain trying to keep a straight face as the events of this morning freshly run through your mind.

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” Timothée sympathized as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your petite frame. You leaned into his touch, biting down on your lip as you felt a slight sting in your nose from holding back tears.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” You forced a smile as you pulled away from him. Taking the bottle back into your hands, you looked back at Timmy. “Well, this isn’t going to finish itself, you know. Now let’s get drunk and let me cry on your shoulder.”

First you were angry. Throwing any little object you could without damaging your property too much. Letting out all that pent up emotion really helped. Timmy watched you carefully as you swayed around the room rambling on about how shitty of a person your ex really was. Timothée made a mental note to not drink as much as you, just to keep you safe, seeing as now you were stumbling over every piece of furniture you owned.

“(Y/N), be careful please!” He jumped up off your bed to catch you just in time. You both sat down on the fuzzy carpet of your bedroom, leaning against the frame of your bed. Keeping your arms on the neck of your bottle you let your head rest on Timmy’s shoulder.

Then you were sad. The tears came unexpectedly and it didn’t seem like they were planning on stopping. You let go of your bottle, which Timmy was fast to catch and put aside, and you wrapped both your arms around Timothée’s shoulders as you continued crying into his chest.

He hated seeing you like this. He hated seeing you anything else but happy, because that’s what you deserved. He listened to you complain, which in all fairness paired with you sobbing sounded like gibberish, and slowly rubbed up and down you back in an attempt to calm you down.

And lastly you found it funny. It wasn’t until your sobs turned into low chuckles did he pull away. Timothée looked down at you with eyebrows raised, not understanding the sudden change of mood. Your chuckles soon turned into uncontrollable laughter and Timmy couldn’t help but join you.

“God, I feel like an idiot. I’m sitting here crying over a guy cheating on me when I was the one lying about being in love!” You drunkly confessed.

“What do you mean? You were together for five months.” Timmy questioned.

“You wanna know a secret?” You completely disregarded his question. “All the time we were together, every single we had sex, I was thinking of someone else.” You told him and then put you index finger to your lips and then burst out laughing again.

Timmy, however, wasn’t laughing. He sat there with his mouth slightly opened trying to process what you just confessed. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as deep down he hoped the guy you were thinking of was him. That’s when he decided that letting you drink yourself into oblivion wasn’t the best idea. So he got up and left your room, receiving a wince from you because of the loss of contact, but he soon came back with a two bottles of water.

“We need to sober you up, I know how cranky you get with your morning hangovers.” He smiled, earning a groan from you.

“But I don’t wanna, Timmy!”

“Stop being a baby and drink up.” He handed you a bottle, which you took with an over-dramatic pout on your face.

“You’re the worst.”

“Yeah, but you love me.” The statement caused you to giggle.

It was around 4AM by the time you sobered up. You were still slightly tipsy, however, you didn’t feel like puking your stomach contents out, which was good. You currently laid on your bed, as you rested your head on Timmy’s chest, one arm draped over him.

“Was it me?” He spoke quietly.

“What?”

“Nevermind...” He sighed.

“Timothée, come on, you can tell me anything.” You assured him, raising your head to look up at him,

“Do you remember what you told me tonight?” You looked him in the eyes as you searched your brain for the answer to the question. Your mouth fell slightly opened when you realized what he was talking about, you felt a blush creeping on your cheeks, yet you didn’t want the embarrassment of admitting it, so you simply shook your head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Tims, I was drunk, probably blabbering on about nonsense.” You tried your best to lie, but Timmy felt how you body stiffened on top of him. And whether it was all him or the alcohol still buzzing in his system, he flipped you over in one swift motion, so that now he would be on top.

His legs straddled either sides of your hips, as one hand went next to your head to support him, the other making its way to your cheek. You were completely thrown off by his movements, but you weren’t resisting them. His face was dangerously close to yours, feeling his breath against your lips, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. His gaze kept falling from your eyes to your lips and your entire body felt like it was on fire.

“Did you think of me, (Y/N)? Did you think of me when you were with him?” He whispered against your lips, subconsciously making you squeeze your thighs together. Timothée let his hand wander down your cheek, along your jawline as his thumb went over your lips. “Did you think of me when he kissed you?” His eyes were fixated on your lips as if he was debating whether or not he should kiss you right now. “Do you know how many times I seen you two and wished it was me holding your hand? Kissing your jaw?” He lowered himself and attached his lips to the skin of your lower jaw, leaving along a trail of wet kisses. “Feeling you...” He continued, this time letting his hand wander down your body as he attached his lips to your neck. “Fucking you...” He whispered as his hand brushed over your clothed heat, earning a shaky breath from you. “Did you think of me when he was inside you?” He continued to tease you through your underwear.

“Timothée...” You moaned quietly. Your hands finding their way to his hair, softly pulling him up to finally connect your lips to his.

It was gentle at first, Timothée holding back, as if he didn’t just feel how wet you were through your underwear. As your hands traveled further down his body he finally put more force into the kiss. Slipping his tongue past your lips, it was all tongues and teeth at this point, neither of you managing to hold back any longer.

“Of course it was you Timmy... It’s always been you.”

#timothée chamalet #timothée chalamet imagine #Timothée chalamet x reader #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet smut

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dustofinsanity · 5 years

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𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒

Jaebeom / Reader ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤAngst/Fluff ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤWords count: 4.2k

Summary: Y/n’s saw every JB’s faces: the perfect first meet guy, the kinky and teasing demon, the so in love with his dear girlfriend man, the not so often present serious roommate, the annoying and proud cats owner, the talented underground artist, the heartbroken angel but can she forgot the terrifying monster?

Content/Warning: Mature content, Roommates to lovers AU, Underground Artist AU

Credits: @ the gif owner

“Nora, don’t play with the cables! Odd, get down right now! Kunta, don’t chew my eraser!” You sighed and, rubbing the top of your nose, lost your patience. “JB! Come get your Minions!”

A door opened and a handsome young man, your roommate, came into the living room, an amused and arrogant grin on his lips. He obviously heard you earlier but he loved when you called him for help with his infernal cats. He took Nora in his arms and, patting his right thigh, called the two other cats that immediately came to him. It was a conspiracy!

“You’re so loud, babe. You’re scaring them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” You said cynically, faking a sad face. “But I try to work and I can’t focus because of them! And don’t call me babe!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He chuckled making you madder than you already was.

“You, your Minions, in your room! Right now!” You growled, pointing at his door. “I’ll call you for dinner!”

“Yes, mom!”

Keeping his arrogant smile, he left the living room and went back to his room, winking at you before closing the door.

You hated this fucking -handsome- man.

Before, you were living with your best friend, Hana, an adorable young lady you knew since the kindergarten. But, few months ago, she moved in with her fiancé and was living a perfect life. Since you knew you couldn’t pay the rent of your apartment all alone, you placed an ad for a new roommate but you had no idea that things would turn like that. Some people came to see your place but, when Jaebeom appeared in front of your door, your heart melted.

Yeah, you’re weak…

The first weeks were cool. Jaebeom was a real sweetheart, cooking for both of you, apologising when his five cats were a little too loud and, sometimes, he even forced you to stop working and relax on the couch, massaging your back. Yes, Jaebeom was a real sweetheart… But it was a trap and, after a month and a half, you saw his real face! You met the demon!

Even if he continued to help you with the household tasks, he started to tease you and test your patience. Too bad for him, you were patient. But when it wasn’t Jaebum, it was his cats, the Minions, and, day by day, well… you lost your patience. When you told Hana what JB did, the way he tried to get on your nerves almost everyday, she thought he had a thing for you. But it couldn’t be since he had a girlfriend and was so madly in love with her.

No, Jaebeom didn’t have a thing for you, he just loved to see you mad.

Too focused on your work, you didn’t hear his door open and jumped when he puts his chin on your shoulder, asking you what the novel you were writing was about. Hiding the screen with your hands, you shouted at him not to look and, turning your face to him, noticed he was shirtless.

Dear Lord, living with him was torture!

“Is it that kinky?” He smirked near to your ear, making you hold a shiver hardly.

“Go away, JB.” You sighed. “I already told you, I don’t want you to-”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna take a shower. Do you wanna come?”

“Go away, JB.” You repeated, biting your bottom lip discreetly.

“You’re not funny, babe.”

He moved away from your head and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the living room with a racing heart and bright red cheeks. Ah, sorry, not alone, the Minions came back.

You hated him so much.

Knowing that you couldn’t write with the Minions around you, you saved your work and went to the kitchen, starting to cook the dinner. Even if you weren’t a chef, you liked to cook pretty and delicious dinners and, this evening, it would be chicken alfredo for you and soondubujiggae for Jaebeom since he only eats korean food. Struggling with the cats that were all rubbing against your legs, you started JB’s meal and gave some meat pieces to his pets. Sometimes, they were cute. Sometimes.

You continued to cook when you felt two arms wrapping around your waist and wet hair against your head. Holding you closer to him, Jaebeom sniffed and whispered it smelled good before thanking you and kissing your shoulder. You hated when he was doing that. You hated it even more knowing he was just playing with your feelings. Even if you weren’t really friends, he knew you pretty well, he knew how weak you could be sometimes and saw all the times you blushed when he left the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He knew how attractive you found him.

At first, you thought he was doing this to make his girlfriend jealous but it wasn’t. One night, when your both were sitting on the couch, speaking seriously together -because it happened sometimes-, he explained to you he and his girlfriend had a deal, a game. The rules were simple: no kisses, no sex, no feelings, just seduction. They could play with who they wanted, even in front of each other. Like he told me, it was a way to see how much they can trust each other.

Basically, a shitty game and you were a toy. Great…

You tried to push him away, struggling against him but he tightened his grip around you and chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

“Can you, at least, put a shirt on?” You sighed, trying to focus on the cooking.

“I know you like it when I don’t wear one.”

“Don’t think I’m your toy, JB.”

“I didn’t think you would be against it.” He whispered in your ear and went down to your neck while his hands started to go down on your thighs, making you bite your bottom lip as you threw your head back. “Would you, babe?”

“Stop it right now or I swear to God I’ll hit you with the burning pan.” You growled. “Or maybe you would prefer me to kick you in the-”

“Okay, I’ll stop!” He laughed, pulling his hands up and moving away.

Lowering your head, heart racing again, you tried to catch your breath and finished the meals, putting them on the kitchen counter where you always ate. Jaebeom looked at you all the time, trying to guess what you were thinking about or to see if your cheeks were red but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction and ate naturally your delicious chicken alfredo.

Even if you were a mess at this moment.

After the dinner, you did the dishes, it was your turn, and let him watch a movie on TV. Well, that was what you were thinking but when you turned to the couch, you saw Jaebeom reading a notebook… YOUR notebook! You rushed over him and tried to take back what was yours but your roommate stood up quickly and lifted his arm above his head.

Why were you so tiny?!

Even if you jumped, you couldn’t reach his hand and, of course, it made him laugh. But this time, Jaebeom crossed the limits and you weren’t amused, not at all.

“Give it back to me!” You shouted, jumping again.

“I didn’t know you write that good, Y/n.” Jaebeom smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Did you already think to show your songs?”

”Give me back my notebook!“ You growled, jumping higher, and finally grabbed the notebook but made both of you fall on the couch.

Eyes wide open, his hands on your hips, Jaebeom stared at you, as shocked as you were. Expecting a cynical comment from him, you said nothing and just lowered your head but JB stayed quiet and just came closer to you, sliding his hand on your neck and pulled your face inches away from his. To be honest, at this moment, you didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or not, you just wanted to kiss these lips that you found more and more attractive every day.

But luck was never your friend and Jaebeom’s phone rang on the coffee table behind you. The young man sighed slightly and, wrapping an arm around your waist, made you lean back. Without taking his eyes off yours, he leaned over you, grabbed his phone and picked up the call. Usually, he was happy when his girlfriend called him but, this time, he seemed disappointed. He nodded and mumbled few words before hanging up, always looking at you.

”I have to go.“ He sighed, putting his hand on your cheek and touching your lips delicately with his thumb. ”Don’t wait for me, babe.“

You nodded blankly and let him put a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips before standing up and walked to your desk where you put your notebook. You didn’t dare to look at him, embarrassed by what happened, and just heard him put a hoodie on and leave the apartment. You looked at Nora, that came to rub against your leg, and sat down on the floor, taking the beautiful cat in your arms and petting it like you rarely did before. What a strange night.

And it wasn’t over.

Around 4am, you was awoken by the sound of the front door opening abruptly and two male voices that you immediately recognised; your roommate and his best friend. Getting out of bed, you left your bedroom and saw Mark and Jaebeom in the living room, the first helping the second to sit on the couch. It wasn’t the first time you had seen them coming back from a club or party, and you already saw them drunk too, but, this time, something was wrong, you could see it on Mark’s face.

”Need help?“ You asked, joining them in the living room.

”Oh, thank God, Y/n, you’re here!“ Mark exclaimed, his hands up.

”I live here, Mark.“

”Sorry if we woke you up but… Do you have a first aid kit?“

You opened your eyes wide and ran to the couch where JB was sitting, his face covered by bruises and his hands bleeding. You carefully cupped your roommate’s face in your hands and made him look at you, asking what happened.

”Nothing.“ He growled, moving his head and lying down on the couch.

”His girl cheated on him and they broke up.” Mark sighed without paying attention to his best friend who was asking him to shut up. “We went to a club and JB fought with some guys.”

“I’m not good enough, she said.” Jaebeom sadly chuckled.

“Don’t listen to this bitch.” Mark sighed again. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at Mark and nodded, letting him know that you agreed with him, and told him that the first aid kit was in the bathroom. He brought you back the little red and white box and asked you if you wanted him to stay but you answered that you could take care of Jaebeom, he could leave without any worries.

“Thank you, cupcake, you’re an angel.” He smiled at you, kissed the top of your head and left the apartment.

Without saying or asking anything, you forced Jaebeom to sit back and opened the first aid kit. Slowly, you cleaned his hands and put sanitizer on them, apologising when you saw the young man wincing. After putting some bandages on his fingers, you sat beside JB and cleaned his face but his expression broke your heart in million pieces.

Slowly you turned his face to you and looked straight into his sad eyes. The demon with who you were living for few months was far away and Jaebeom looked like a broken angel.

“Mark was right.” You whispered, putting a light kiss on his forehead. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled shyly and were about to put some sanitizer on his face when Jaebeom grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, kissing you passionately. You tried to push him away but he wrapped his arm around your waist and made you sit on his lap, deepening the kiss second by second.

“Jae… Jaebeom, stop…” You moaned against his lips. “Please… stop…”

“I know you want it.” Jaebeom growled, sliding a hand under your oversized shirt while the other went down your back and grabbed your right cheek.

“Not… not like… like that… Please…”

A loud groan escaped from his throat and suddenly, you understood that things wouldn’t get better, he wouldn’t stop. Jaebeom abruptly lied you on the couch and tried to take your panties off but you struggled, hitting him as hard as you could. He then grabbed your wrists with just one hand, raised them over your head and started to slide your underwear down your thigh with his free hand. You begged him to stop but you froze when his eyes met yours: the man over you wasn’t your roommate, he wasn’t Jaebeom, he wasn’t the arrogant but funny demon with who you lived, he was a stranger, a monster.

Terrified, you struggled harder and finally been able to kick him in the lower abdomen, making him fall from the couch. You stood up immediately and ran behind the couch, grabbing the first thing you could reach, a standing lamp near a window. You heard Jaebeom growl in pain and stop suddenly, getting up and looking at you with eyes wide open. He seemed so lost.

“Y/n… I… I’m… I’m so… so sorry.” He stuttered, standing up and coming slowly to you.

“Stay away from me!” You shouted, lifting up the lamp, eyes full of tears. “Don’t touch me ever again! Don’t talk to me ever again! You monster!”

You carefully stepped back, dropped the lamp and ran into your room. You couldn’t believe what happened, you couldn’t believe Jaebeom tried to do this to you. Leaning your back against the door, you tried to ease the beat of your heart and wiped your tears with your shirt.

For the first time in your life, you even locked the door of your bedroom.

After that night, you talked with Jaebeom only one time but didn’t let him apologise or say anything. You coldly told him he could still live in the apartment but only on certain conditions. One, he shouldn’t talk to you never again. Two, if he touched you, you’d kill him. Three, he should do his dishes and his laundry. Four, you wouldn’t buy his food anymore, if he wanted to eat, he had to cook his meals on his own. Five, if he came in your room, you’d kill him. Six, if he touched your stuff, you’d kill him. And seven, if he didn’t respect the rules… You’d kill him. He nodded sadly and, following the first rule, didn’t say anything and left the living room.

From this moment, you lived together like that, as if you were ghosts to each other. Sometimes, JB left some post-its on the fridge, letting you know he had done his tasks, was out or bought some meals that you never ate. Other times, he just wished you a good day, always asking you not to work too much or skipping meals. But you never replied.

However, after three months, you weren’t mad at him anymore, disappointed but not angry, and even started to feel a bit bad for him. What he tried to do was unacceptable, and you needed more time to completely forgive him, but you knew Jaebeom. Deep inside, you knew you weren’t in danger with him. He proved it to you a few times, putting a blanket on your shoulders when you fell asleep on your desk and leaving a note on your keyboard on which he said he didn’t touch you, just covered you. Jaebeom followed every rules and added new ones like locking his cats in his room when you were working or, for him, not drinking alcohol at home.

Maybe you were weak, or crazy, but you finally moved on, forgiving what he did without telling him.

One morning, after a long night full of weird dreams, you went to the kitchen and, opening the fridge, saw a note taped on the door.

“Hi, Y/n. I hope you slept well.

I don’t know if you will read this but, today, Mark and I will hold our first concert. It would be great if you could come. I don’t ask you to do it for me but, please, do it for Mark. He would be happy to see you and you could see how hard he worked. I left a flyer on the counter. If you come, you won’t have to pay, we told to the organisers you’re family. I won’t ask you anything else ever again but, please, come to see us Mark. Have a nice day.”

You turned to the counter and saw the coloured flyer. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you remembered that you promised Jaebeom to go to the first show he and Mark would hold. You checked the time and saw you had almost all day, the concert starting at 10pm. Then, you decided that you could work for a few hours and go to the club in the evening, wondering if you would feel anxious or excited.

Answer? Both.

Your heart was racing and, when you reached the club where the concert was being held, you thought you would faint, your head spinning a little. You came closer to the front door and asked if the concert already started. Shit, you were late! The bouncer asked for your name and let you in when you said it.

The place was full and you felt so glad for the two men. You knew how hard they worked and they deserved all these fans. Being underground artists wasn’t easy in this country but Jaebeom and Mark, aka Disturbed Utopia, were out of this world. Even if the mix of rap and sing was common, their voices, their styles, their lyrics and the feelings they put in them were unique.

Leaning against the bar, you watched them giving their best, noticing that JB was wearing the shirt you bought him for his birthday. They were hypnotising even if you noticed that Jaebeom had a sad glint in his eyes. After the broken angel, the monster, and the ghost, the demon who you lived with turned into the shadow of himself. Even his fake cheeky smile didn’t fool you.

“How are you, guys?” Mark shouted between two songs, making everyone scream in the club. “Are you still here?” Other screams. “You guys are amazing! We will take a short break but before, this is our new song, Heal Me.”

The club went dark and only the two artists were illuminated on the stage, both sitting on bar stools. The music began and you were surprised at how it was different from their other songs. This one was slow and sounded sad. The first verse that Mark was rapping was about a man who talked about how bad he behaved with an amazing girl he liked. But when Jaebeom sang the chorus, the man begged for another chance, asking to be “healed” from the monster he was.

You didn’t need to ask to know who wrote the lyrics and, feeling your heart break, you couldn’t hold your tears, looking straight at your roommate on the stage.

During Mark’s second verse, in which the man was saying all the mistakes he did, JB looked through the public and his eyes met yours but he immediately looked down, his expression getting sadder than before, breaking your heart more. As soon as Mark saw the expression on his best friend’s face, he looked in your direction and saw you, giving you a discreet sweet smile and winking at you. You gave him back his smirk and listened to the last verse where the man explained how miserable he felt and how he missed the girl.

Gradually, the lights went down and, when the song was over, the public gave an incredible ovation to the duo. You wanted to clap too but your hands were shaking and tears were still rolling down your cheeks. The light came back and the men thanked the public before leaving the stage, taking a short break while you couldn’t move at all, looking straight at the stool on which Jaebeom was sitting a few seconds ago.

“Are you Miss Y/n?” A man asked, making you jump before you nodded. “Come with me, please. Mark and Jaebeom want to see you.”

Wiping your tears, you nodded again and followed the impressive man backstage where you were warmly welcomed by Mark who gave you a big hug, thanking you for coming to their first concert.

“It means a lot to us, you know?” He smiled, pulling away and looking at you. “You’re gorgeous tonight, cupcake.”

“Do you want me to look like a tomato?” You laughed as you felt your cheeks redden a little.

“A gorgeous tomato, then.” He smirked before looking quickly at the end of the hall where Jaebeom was, leaning against the wall, head down. Mark focused back on you and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Look… JB told me what happened. I know he messed up and I don’t want to take his side but… He feels like shit. I don’t ask you to forgive him but can you just talk with him?”

“I’m on it.” You smiled, patting his shoulder and giving him a hug, whispering they were amazing on stage. He thanked you again and let you join Jaebeom who didn’t notice you.

Coming quietly closer to him, you noticed he was looking at his phone, rubbing softly his thumb on a picture. Tilting your head a little, you looked at the photo, a shy smile stretching your lips.

“Not the best pic of me but Nora is cute.” You chuckled, seeing that JB took a picture of you when you were sleeping on your desk, his cat curled up in a ball on the top of your back.

Without saying anything, Jaebeom calmly locked his phone and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Teeth clenched, his hands slid into his pockets, he gave you a quick look but looked down immediately.

“When did you take it?” You asked but got no answer, just him shrugging slightly, following the rules. “Okay, forget the rule n°1. So, when did you take it?”

“Two weeks ago.” He whispered without looking at you. “I’m sorry, I forgot to lock my room and Nora opened the door. It won’t ever hap-”

“JB, look at me.” You cut him off, seeing him shake his head and swallowing. You put yourself in front of him and softly cupped his face with your hands, trying to catch his eyes but he avoided yours. “JB, please, look at me.” His eyes finally met yours. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you anymore. You weren’t in your right mind, that night. I know it. I know you.”

“I can’t forget what I did, Y/n. I replay that moment in my mind all the time, what I did, your face.” He swallowed and lowered his head again. “I understand you can’t forgive me, I can’t forgive myself either.”

“I forgave you, Jaebeom.”

He raised his head quickly and stared at you with eyes wide open. His reaction made you chuckle a little and you gave him a sweet smile before locking your lips on his. After few seconds, Jaebeom finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss slowly.

“I’m sorry for what I did, Y/n.” He whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past, now. Don’t think about it anymore.” You smiled, pecking his lips. “But… Since when did my demon call me by my name? I prefer when you call me babe.”

“Same for me.” He smiled. “Can you tell me how many rules I broke for now?”

“Not enough.” You chuckled, letting him kiss you again.

“Get a room, Bonnie and Clyde!” Mark shouted, making Jaebeom and you laugh. “You’ll do whatever you want later! We have a concert to finish!”

“Go show them who’s the best.” You whispered to JB.

He nodded, kissed your forehead and, entwining your fingers, you joined Mark who was smiling at you. He gently ruffled your hair and went back on stage, followed by Jaebeom who quickly came back to you, kissing you once again.

“Promise me you won’t leave, babe.” He told you, looking straight into your eyes, his fingertips holding your chin up.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered against his lips. “Not without you, demon.”

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Love me once, shame on me Chapter 5 : Scream.

Dean x named reader (is this a thing ?)

Love me Once, Shame on me MASTERLIST

Serie Warnings : Violence, swearing, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex (you are smarter than this), Fluffy fluff.

Chapter warnings : Violence, swearing, angst, smut (oral), fluff.

Words : 6.9k

Chapter summary : A scream saved her life. A scream made her his. A scream he hold back. And all the screams in their heads.

gifs not mine

It's 4am. The bunker is so silent I swear I could hear my own shattered heart beating. I can't sleep...

It's been 4 months now, 4 months since Dean kissed me and I told him to go. He never tried again. With me, he never got close again.

The first time he went out with a stupid giggling waitress, I had a panic attack. A silent devastating drowning-in-tears panic attack. I spent the whole night imagining him thrusting in that slut, biting her jaw, leaving bite marks all over her... I puked a lot. I took a cold shower and almost accidently killed myself with sleeping pills.

But Dean found a girl almost one night in two since then... All sorts of girls. Now it's become a habit : I go to bed and cry, I get up in the middle of the night and do something, anything, then I get exhausted and take pills.

We came back from a hunt yesterday, and yet he already found someone for tonight. My sweet baby have kind of become a slut, even Sam is freaking out, asking him what is wrong with him all the time.

I get up and rub my eyes, readjusting my long sleeves t-shirt. What am I still doing here ? Why do I inflict this to myself ? I should go, at least, away from Dean I wouldn't know exactly when he is giving himself to anybody.

My feet meet the cold ground and I decide to head for the kitchen. I'm hungry. When Dean told us he wouldn't be there tonight, I couldn't eat, and now I know anything I'm going to eat I'm going to puke, but I'm hungry anyway.

The light is on, and Dean is right here.

I stop, looking at him with a mix of relief and extreme anxiety. He's making a sandwich and drinking a beer. When his eyes meet mine, he looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Why aren't you sleeping ?" he asks almost in a reproachful tone.

"Why are you here ?" I groan.

"Well it's my kitchen."

"Do you want me out of your kitchen Dean ?" I ask with a cold voice.

He looks down. And hands me the knife.

"Peanut butter ?" he says pushing the jar toward me.

We eat in silence. As he stuffs his mouth with enormous bites I remember that time he choked on a burger, I was panicking because his eyes were crying and his lips went blue for a second, but he recovered fast enough to make fun of me, his voice still hoarse, and everyone looking at us because I was screaming like an anxious mom.

"How was your... date ?" I ask.

He shrugs and stays silent. It's better this way, I don't know why I'm talking about this, I must be a masochist.

"I would have preferred a date with you" he shrugs again and I look up at him, incapable of swallowing my bite.

I lift my eyebrows and he smiles, taking a sip of his beer.

"What ? You know I do..." he just says like it was nothing.

I swallow painfully, my throat tight, and sigh. I put my sandwich down and drink the large glass of water in front of me.

"Talk to me about your ex. You said he was a hunter, do I know him ?" he suddenly asks and I have to sit.

He takes two beers in the fridge and follows me to the table.

"Why do you want to know ?" I ask sadly.

"We're friends, and you know everything about me, you read the Supernatural books and you live with us. I introduced you to all of my friends, you even fucked me in the restroom of a shitty bar..." my heart pounds in my chest at his words. Did I really fucked him ? Is that how he sees that ? "And you still don't want to talk to me about that guy who broke your heart."

I take a shaky breath, I have to be careful.

"I was a lonely kid, you know..." I start, barely believing what I'm about to tell him. "I had a shitty childhood..."

While I tell him the story of how that guy came into my life, I watch him watch me. The deep worn out green of his warm eyes piercing my soul. I try not to give him any clue, and I try not to think too much about what I am saying, because I would break down if I would. I don't know how long I talk, but he listens carefully.

"We were so happy. Everything was perfect. I could have died for him just because he asked. And I felt like a queen at his arm" I smile. "Sex was epic and I was horny all the time" I laugh slightly remembering how true this is. My body wanted him all the time, like he wanted to become one with him. "Onesunny summer day... I remember that day... We had a weight off of our minds because I feared to be pregnant and I wasn't. So we had sex outside of my trailer, out there in the sun, for hours, and he get sunburned..."

And just like that, my smile dies on my lips and a shadow of despair darken my face.

"Later that day, I went shopping, I wanted to buy some cream for his burnt back and ice cream because we talked about getting some all day... The drugstore was closed and I texted him that it would take longer than I thought because I had to find another one... I... I didn't want him to peel... I just didn't want him to be in any kind of pain... When I came back..."

I take a shaky breath and feel my eyes shine with held tears.

"He had left a note."

"A note ?" he asks, clearly captivated. "What did it say ?"

I clear my voice, hearing in my head the echo of the deafening sound my heart made then.

"The note said it was over" I whisper.

"How could it be over like that. Did he explained ?" he asks.

"He talked about the almost pregnancy, about the future. He said it was going too far, too quickly. He said he didn't know if he loved me as much as I loved him, and that this relationship was scaring him... He said he needed space, freedom..."

I wipe a single tear with my sleeve and shiver at the contact of his hand suddenly on mine.

"But you were like... Bonnie and Clyde, or Dirty Dancing's Baby and Johnny..." he says and I can't help but smile a bit at his words.

"I felt my heart explode..." I say sadly. "I felt my world crash down. I tried to call him but he didn't answer. I tried to call a hundred times maybe, and he cut his phone... So I screamed. I screamed in the night like someone was torturing me... He was actually."

Telling him that is becoming salutary, and I can't stop now. I take his thumb in my hand and squeeze it.

"I screamed so much I think I fainted at some point. I never felt a pain like that... Then my brain went off. I..." Slow tears run down my burning cheeks, and Dean stroke my shaking hand. "I went to the bathroom and puked, I think I was in shock. I... I brushed my teeth. I remember brushing my teeth like it had any fucking significance. Then I went back to my bed and took the knife he offered me. It was very sharp and made to cut through skin, monster skin..."

"Jay..." Dean says with a very sad voice, making me look in his eyes for a second.

"I just..." I sob. "I just couldn't imagine a life without him. I loved him so much..."

I breathe to stop sobbing, and clear my voice.

"I cut myself deeply. I cut myself so deep one of my fingers still can't feel anything, because I cut a nerve. It was horribly painful but I just didn't care anymore... After a few moments it became hard to breathe, and I fell asleep I think..."

I let a short silence, biting my lips.

"Apparently someone had heard my screams and called the cops not long before that... I woke up in a hospital, alive by chance as they said... I wanted to die so bad I tried to jump out of the window... So they sedated me... It took me a few months to be allowed to go out all alone. When I finally could, I went to my trailer. It was exactly like it as always been, except my blood was rotting on the sheets. I took a bag with just minimal clothes, my toothbrush and a few pictures of him,... And I burnt it down. I stayed there and watch my home burn before I left for good."

Silence falls on the kitchen, I just hear his steady but deep breathing. I try not to cry but tears keep coming down my face in silence.

"Did you heard of him after that ?" he asks low.

"Yeah..." I smile, squeezing his hand, focusing my eyes on the lovely freckles on his knuckles. "I saw him again years after..."

"I know you don't want me to talk about him, let alone... But- but I think I would punch him if I saw him" Dean says about himself.

My head hurts.

"He just didn't love me like I loved... love him. And he told me from the beginning, that he wasn't a boyfriend..."

"But after that he told you he loved you... And he... Anyway... Thank you for opening to me." he says.

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2005

"So the teacher asked to... Are you listening to me Dean ?" she says, making me look up at her wondering face.

"Yeah... Of course."

"No you weren't... You had your head in the clouds. Is there something wrong ?" saying that she comes next to me and strokes my arm gently.

"I'm sorry... I was thinking about... About Sammy."

She kisses my cheek and sighs. I think about him a lot lately, maybe it's because Jay reminds me of him sometimes, maybe it's because I would really love them to meet, I know they would get along so well...

"I'm sure he is okay, Dean... What you said about him, how smart and brave he his... I'm sure he's doing great, even if he misses you for sure."

I take her in my arms and nuzzle in her neck. She smells so good.

"Stop that, you're tickling me..." she laughs, letting her all body fall on my arms.

I take her off the ground and lay her on her bed. Her skin is a bit sweaty from the very hot day despite the fresh shower we took together less than an hour ago.

"Dean, we just had sex in the shower and I have homework to do..." she says while my hands travel from her collarbones to her covered breasts.

"I want you again" I groan.

She smiles, kissing my lips, and bites her delicious lips. Taking her covered nipple in my mouth I spread her legs to lay between them. She moans and take my hair in her hands as usual, telling me how she wants me close to her with her fingers. I take her tank top above her head and smile because she didn't put her bra back after the shower.

"I love them..." I say kissing her chest, sucking purple marks all over the plumb skin of her breasts.

She moans and tug at my shirt, arching her back in a soft wail. When I sit up to take it off, I stay up for a while, admiring her flushed face, the sun piercing through the window and enlightening her shaking stomach, and my claiming marks appearing all over her chest. She already told me once, all embarrassed, how she loves to see the signs of me on her after we had sex, confiding, her face hidden, how horny it made her.

I start undoing her shorts and taking them down. I love that she feels comfortable enough with me to take off her long jeans and large hoodie when she comes home, staying in shorts or panties all the time. I love that she lets me see and touch her body all I want. And I love her body.

She’s naked now. Her legs spread and her arms on the side of her delicious body. She doesn’t hide from me anymore. Sometimes she’s still shy, like when I look at her for too long or that time we had sex from behind for the first time, and I was looking at my cock disappearing inside of her again and again. But I always manage to make her proud of herself, because she can see how hungry I am for her, how perfect she is to me.

I bend to kiss her and go down her chest again, kissing her tits I grow hard.I always do. I didn’t know I was so drawn to breasts before her, but there is something about the intimacy of her letting me feasting on her skin that makes me go crazy.

I know what I want right now, I’ve dreamed of it often, sometimes nibbling at her chest actually.

I want to go down on her.

But until now I knew she would freak out. I knew she wasn’t ready for it as she always told me how awkward she felt when I was looking at her intimate parts, how uncomfortable I knew she was when I kissed her too close to it.

She’s ready now. And I’m starving.

I kiss my way down, her hands still in my hair, her breath steady and loud. My hands roam all over her skin until I reach my goal, spreading her thighs wider.

“Dean, what are you doing ?” she asks, suddenly worried, trying to close her legs.

“Trust me baby” I just say kissing her folds.

She jumps a little, almost crushing my head with her thighs.

“I… I don’t know this is awkward. I… I don’t think I’ll like that. You don’t have to do this Dean” she whines.

“Baby please just relax. I want to, I really want to… This is not awkward, just…” I feel my mouth watering. “Just trust me.”

I slip my arms around her legs to keep her open, and lick once, twice, reaching her clit. She jumps again and wails, letting go of my hair to cover her face.

I lick at her gently a few times, tasting her juice for the first time and I can’t help but moan.

“This is…” she starts. “I don’t… Wow !”

She stops talking when I starts eating her out for real. I can feel how tense her legs are, I can feel how she won’t let herself go. So I work harder.

“How does it… Dean ?” she tries, unable to speak clearly. “Dean ?”

I lift my head to look at her.

“How does it...taste ?” she finally asks, worried.

I smile. My shy little baby, so she’s concerned about that… I go up her body and kiss her. I kiss her deeply to make her taste herself on my lips and she moans again.

“Delicious baby” I say looking in her eyes.

She touches her lips and smiles shyly. When I go down again, I can feel her body relax a bit.

After only a few moments of licking and kissing and sucking at her clit, I know she’s close. Her hands come back to my hair and her knees fall wide open. I take her legs and put them on my shoulder, giving myself a better access to her entrance.

“Dean…” she whines. But this time not to make me stop, far from it. “Fuck, this… Ah!”

My heart is pounding and my head is dizzy from arousal and the lack of oxygen I inflict myself to keep my mouth on her. I’m not using my fingers, no way, I want her to fall apart like this, she’s so close.

Suddenly I can feel her thighs become slippery, sweat breaking though her skin, her pussy clenches around nothing and her back arches. When I devour her even more fiercely, she comes hard.

She screams for the first time.

Her orgasms are always so silent, her voice stuck in her beautiful reddened throat, and I love that she doesn’t act at all, letting her shaking body show me how much she loves what I do to her. But this time she screams…

I wipe my mouth and climb back to face her. I kiss her lips and she pants in my mouth.

“Wow baby, I think everyone heard you miles away” I smile.

“I’m sorry” she says absently.

“No, no, don’t be… That was incredibly hot. So… You still think you don’t like it ?”

She wraps her legs around me and tries to rub herself on my still covered crotch. I love when she's like this, high on desire.

“It was good… Okay, it was incredible. But it made me crave Dean… I need more now. Please.”

I groan and open my jeans the fastest I can. Before I can come down to her, she takes my face in her hands.

“But what about you Dean ?”

“What about me ?”

“What makes you scream ?” she asks and I feel my own shyness flush my face. “Do you want me to go down on you ?”

I half laugh half whines thinking about it.

“Not today baby.”

“Is it has special for you than it is for me, that sensation ?”

“Mh… Yeah I guess.”

“Will you teach me ? Dean I want to make you scream…” she says biting her lips and I kiss her.

“I will. But right now I need to be deep inside of you” I pant.

“One last question and you can have me all night…” she says.

Saying that she takes my cock in her hand and I let my head fall on the crook of her neck in defeat, panting and thrusting gently in her hand.

“Do you hold back Dean ?”

I lift my head and stop my hip movements.

“What ?”

“I may be new at this but I’m not stupid. You didn’t want to hurt me the first times we did it but you keep holding back…” she says looking in my eye.

“I don’t…”

“Yes you do. And thank you for being so attentive. But please baby I need you to let go…”

“No, Jay, you don’t… I’m a man... I’m horny and stupid, I don’t want to hurt you” I admit.

“I need to be enough” she states. “I need to know you truly… And I need to be the one who gives you what you need. Please.”

I sigh and bite my cheek. I want her so bad right now, I need her. I would do anything she asks.

“You are enough” I say kissing her deeply.

With that I take her hips and thrust in her forcefully. She gasps and I stay still to look at her. She’s not in pain, just surprised and overwhelmed.

“Let go baby. Fuck me. Take me like you need” she whispers in my ear and I groan low.

I start to pounce in her, my arms tight around her, making her look so small. I have to trust her, she’ll tell me if she needs me to stop.

Since I know her I’m horny all the time, I never had sex so much, and yet I always want more. She’s turning me to a beast : jealous, possessive, needing to have her for myself, to mark her, I never was like that. As my feelings for her are growing, my appetite grows too. I can’t stop touching her and kissing her.

I think I love her, and I want to yell at her for making me feel that way.

I fuck her because she asks. But also because I needed to for a long time.

She's clinging to me with both hands, not touching my hair anymore, both her arms under mine, hands on my shoulder.

"Fuck babygirl..." I groan hoarsely on her neck.

A shark pain on my back makes me roar and bite her neck, she's digging her nails in my skin, deep. As I thrust hard, I have to hold her because she's sliding upward, pushed by my forceful movements.

For once I don't see her orgasm coming, and when she cries my name, convulsing and holding me deep strongly with her thighs around me, she takes me with her. I can't breathe for a moment, filling her up.

The sun is going down slowly, and the light is now orange, making her hair slightly red. I'm on my back, still naked and she's nestle against me, also naked.

"You know what Dean ?" she says playing with my hand. "I think the sun is making more freckles appear on your hands."

She kisses my fingers and keeps my hand on her lips.

I didn't move for at least an hour because she apparently decided to examine me neatly. She apologized for the scratches on my back, showing me the blood under her nails with a pout, and started looking at every inch of my skin. She kissed my stubble on different spots to find her favorite and, once she had, she played with my hands.

I never felt so pampered.

"You know what baby ?" I say and she lifts her eyes to look at me through her lashes, not moving her lips from my hand. "I think I love you."

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"You two are up already ?" Sam says entering the kitchen.

Dean looks at his watch and smile. It's 6am. We talked all night.

"Will you run with me ?" Sammy asks making breakfast.

"Not today, Sam. I didn't sleep at all, I need a short nap" I rub my eyes and sigh.

I take my pillow in my arms and squeeze it. I still can't sleep. How did Dean do that ? How could he torture me by spending another night with a girl, come home, make sandwich and get to have me confide in him ? I hate him so much. With his perfect face and his heavenly smell. Fuck him. He sincerely said he was sorry, that he would punch the guy for making me suffer so much. This is confusing.

2pm. I still haven’t slept but I’m not brave enough to get up. I heard Sam talking to Jack in the hallway and I stayed on my bed in a fetal position, holding my pillow tight in my arm.

A ray of light invade the room as someone opens the door slowly. Footsteps quietly join the bed behind me and I feel the mattress sink next to my back.

Dean.

His manly sweet smell surrounds me like the wings of an angel. Oh please, I'm not ready to see him again… His hands bushes my shoulder and I shiver.

“Jay” he whispers, gently pushing hair from my hidden face. “Are you hungry ? I cooked.”

“That’s sweet” I say with a husky voice from not talking for a long time.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” he says low.

“I wasn’t sleeping…”

“Yeah, you rarely are.”

I open my eyes and look in front of me, his shadow adorning my wall. I can see the dark print of his arm lift, like he was about to touch me again, then he lets it fall beside him. When his shadow moves again, it is to bend on me. I only realize what he’s up to when I feel the soft touch of his lips on my shoulder.

I can’t move.

His lips barely brush my shoulder before clearly kissing the same spot again. Then he kisses my cheek. My heart is pounding, I’m holding my breath. Another kiss just below my ear, and another. His hand comes on my side and wonder on my stomach, his lips don’t leave my skin now, I can feel him breathing shakily through his nose.

The only reaction my body allows me is to join his hand on my shirt. He freezes for a moment, and when I don’t take his hand off he slightly pull on my shoulder to turn me toward him.

He is beautiful. The light making a halo around him.

He bends again and, this time, he kisses my lips. Shyly at first, like he was trying to tame my temper. I still don’t move so he does it again, capturing my lower lip in his with a light sigh.

He just had sex with someone, like, 15 hours ago. I hate him… But I need him.

As if this were their natural home, my hands come up to his hair, my fingers run through it and for a second I forget.

When he bends again, I give him full access to my mouth, opening it to let him kiss me like he seems to want. His delicious tongue bringing me back to life. He deepens the kiss and starts to run his big manly hands on my sides.

Then something hits me.

I can’t lose him. If I have him again, and lose him, I’ll probably won’t need to kill myself because the pain will end me anyway.

I push at his shoulders and turn my head.

“Dean, stop that.”

He sighs loudly, and let his head fall before sitting straight. He rubs his face with both hands.

“I’m sorry Dean. I can’t.”

“I know” he whispers. “I’m just… I…”

“If you want me out of the bunker I would understand” I say trying to sit up without getting too close to him.

“What ? No ! Of course I don’t want… Listen I’m the one… Fuck. I’m the one that should leave you alone. You already told me you didn’t want me. It’s just… I’m sorry I shouldn’t tell you that but… Forget it.”

“You shouldn’t tell me what Dean ?”

His beautiful eyes lock to mine and, as I get used to obscurity, I can discern guilt there.

“I just… want you. I’m sorry, I’m a horrible friend.”

My heart breaks a little more to hear that. I reach his cheek and he leans on my touch.

“You’re the best friend I ever had. You just want more than I can give you. I’m sorry” I murmur, hating myself.

That cute Latina police officer is hitting on Dean. She’s looking at him with her most radiant smile while he explains why he needs some access. This girl is a stunner, even dressed for work.

Sam has that look on his face, half annoyed half amused, the one he wears when a girl shows interest in Dean. Often.

I try not to let my emotions show, and look behind her to try and read some information on the file she let opened on her desk. Once she gave Dean the key, we head to the door.

“Agent ?” she calls and Dean turns back. “Since you have my number, maybe you’d like to call me and have a drink… tonight ?” she bites her lips and I want to bite her carotid.

Dean smiles at her and, without realizing it, I clench my jaw, ready for another punch in my chest.

“I’m flattered, but married” he says and Sam’s eyes widen.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn't know, agent.”

When we reach the Impala, Sam asks in a mocking tone :

“Do we need to call your wife or can we hit the road ?”

“Hilarious Sammy” says Dean while I take place on the back seat.

“Seriously Dean” Sam laughs. “What is wrong with you, that woman was very attractive…”

Dean turns the music on and offer him an insolent smile of his.

“Short and respectful way to say no” he mutters, turning the volume up.

Raising his beer to his lips Dean closes his eyes in satisfaction. This bar is actually nice, the music’s not too loud but loud enough to create a warm atmosphere, people seem relaxed and happy, I think it’s a birthday on that corner.

“That case was too easy” says Dean, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Too easy ? We’re on it since Monday ! And a teenager almost got killed again” Sam sighs.

“Almost” Dean objects proudly. “Jay saved the boy.”

“Hum excuse me.”

I turn my head and my eyes meet with turquoise ones. A charming man is smiling down at me.

“I certainly don’t want to seem rude” he has a charming English accent. “But I was wondering if I could buy you a drink… Unless one of these gentlemen is your partner.”

Dean is about to open his mouth when I answer.

“Only working partners.”

He smiles and his eyes don’t crinkle so much, they are too blue, and his tone is too polite… Everything reminds me he is not Dean.

I feel Sam give me a little punch under the table. When I lift my eyes on him, he mime “Go” in silence.

“I don’t know, I hum… Okay” I say getting up.

I don’t really know what he is talking about now, his job maybe, I switch off a few minutes ago. Poor guy, he is actually nice, but I can’t focus. I wonder if Dean is paying attention to us, if this will push him right in the arms of a one night stand ; I wonder why he turn the pretty police officer’s offer down, if he really wants me like he said and what it means…

“Hey” Dean’s familiar voice makes up come back to Earth.

He stand just beside me and I feel his hand discreetly slip on my lower back, his thumb stroking the reachable skin between my belt and my shirt. Why is he doing that ?

“Sam and I are going back to the motel. If you want to go back, anytime of the night, call me, I’ll pick you up…”

I know he’s trying to tell me to come back with him, I know his hand is saying I want you, have sex with me instead. And to be fair, every inch of my body is telling me to throw myself at Dean, each of my fucking cells yelling in unison for me to forget why I can’t give in to him… But my heart howls, my shattered-in-thousand-bloody-parts-heart is in pain with each beat.

“Okay Dean, I’ll call if I need.”

I honestly don't know what I'm doing here. That guy is nice but I just want to be anywhere else. I feel like I'm cheating on Dean and making that lovely man waste it time, I want to hide, alone, under a blanket or even in the woods.

"I'm sorry" I finally say. "I... You seem to be a nice guy but..."

"But your heart is taken" he cuts me with a knowing look.

"Broken actually" I sigh." I should go home. Thank you for the drink. I'm sorry."

The night is dark. I walk on the side of the road, my phone in my hand. I didn't call Dean right away, I walked alone a few minutes, thinking.

I thought about that first time Dean told me he loved me, and that one time he told me he'll love me forever.

I thought about how hopeless I was when he left, how empty the whole world was, how painful each breath...

The roar of the Impala stops beside me. Before I can open the door, Dean comes out. He looks pissed.

"Why didn't you call me sooner ? What happened ? Why are you on the road ?" he asks, frowning.

"I just wanted to walk a few minutes, Dean, no big deal" I shrug, trying to look unimpressed.

"You're lost in the middle of nowhere, what if a car had stopped ?"

"Dean, I'm a hunter, I'm not afraid of the dark."

He bites his lips with what looks like anger and gets in the car.

His eyes on the road, his hands on the wheel, Dean drives in silence. I try not to look at him too much but it's nearly impossible.

"I thought you were saving yourself for the douchebag who made you suffer years ago" he snarls through his teeth.

I can see a shadow of regret darken his face the second he pronounce that sentence.

"I..."

"I'm sorry" he says softer, not letting me answer.

"I didn't have sex with that guy you know" I say looking at his profile. "I mean I don't have to answer to you for anything I do but since you're implying..."

"I'm not implying anything, forget I said that. I'm sorry."

I know Dean, I mean I knew by heart, and I know he acts like that when he's afraid. What is scaring him so much ?

Sam is asleep in the bedroom, and when we enter the room he only turns on his side. They found a nicer motel than usual, with a sort of living room and a bedroom. Sam is sleeping in the big bed and I can see Dean was lying on the couch. I close the bedroom door to let Sam alone.

"You can have the bed..." Dean says low. "Sam is tall but this bed is giant. And I don't recommend the couch."

"Okay" I just say.

I don't want to sleep with Sam, I don't want to know Dean is alone on the other room, on an uncomfortable couch. I just want to take him in my arms and caress the spot on his neck that makes him relax, while he sleeps on my chest... I take a shaky breath and head for the bathroom.

When I come back, Dean is sitting on the sofa, rubbing his neck. Something's wrong with him, he's afraid and sad. And yet he has to sleep alone on this old mattress. My Dean...

Before I can think twice, I sit beside him.

"Are you okay, Dean ?" I ask with the most gentle tone I can use.

"Yeah, of course. Why ?"

I can't tell him how much I know him.

"You look tense."

"Yeah this hunt was rough" he lies.

My all body is screaming at me to take care of him, so my hand comes on his knee.

He freezes and looks at me. I turn a bit to face him and smile warmly.

"I don't save myself for anyone, Dean. I just have nothing left to give..."

He bends and catches my lips. It's like his lips are draw to mine.

I can't let him have me with his heavenly kisses, I have to stay in charge.

Before he can move his hands I put mine on his crotch, making him moan in surprise on my lips. I start opening his belt and he takes me in his arms, rubbing my sides, his rough fingers trying to lift my shirt but I don't let him, and slip a hand on his boxers.

"Fuck" he moans on my mouth, making me instantly wet.

When I wrap my hand around his cock again after all this time, it all comes up.

I remember the time when, in the course of a conversation, we looked on internet to learn more about male anatomy, he thought he knew everything... we had so much fun.

I remember holding him tight when I made him come with my hands, or with my mouth, how desperate I made him ; and the first time I actually made him scream.

My mouth is watering.

I start slowly pumping my hand, making him break the kiss to look at me. He's already panting slightly and I can't help licking my lips. When he bends to kiss me again, I allow just a little peck on my lips and fall off the couch, on my knees between his legs.

"What... Jay. Wh..." he starts but I pull at his jeans to take them down a little with his underwear.

I missed having him on full display. I take him in my hand again and lick his length from the base to the head.

"Fuck !" he tenses.

Licking again I swirl my tongue at the head and take it between my lips. He looks down at me, stunned, his jaw clenched. When I slowly take him in my mouth, I flatten my tongue to touch the more skin I can. His fist close and his stomach moves in contraction, I know I'm doing it right.

I remember him guiding me, telling me what everything I tried felt like, I remember learning to make him come fast or slow, to make him beg.

Sucking on his cock, I let my hands wonder on his balls. He almost let out a scream, and harshly puts a hand on his mouth. I take him deeper and deeper, until my nose touches his pelvis and my throat hurts.

"God Jay..."

I know exactly what he likes, what he loves, what he can barely endure. I learned on him. And repeatedly, I play my favorite partition.

"I... can't..." he moans out of breath and I know he needs to come.

One of his hands comes to my head and he takes my hair in his fist, he's holding back with all his strength not to thrust upward.

"S-Stop I... Fuck... GOD !" he holds back a scream.

With that I feel ropes of cum flood my mouth.

He looks down at me, panting and shaking, releasing my hair he rubs his face. I smile and get up to straddle him, I take him in my arms and swallow loudly next to his ear. He moans again.

"Wow, that was the most... Where did you learn... God" he starts without ever finishing a sentence.

I'm starving. I need him so bad I could cry right now.

"Touch me, Dean" I whine, nibbling at his jaw. "Please touch me."

He bends and kisses me again, not minding at all to taste himself on my lips. He never did.

Then I feel his fingers slip inside my panties and run along my pussy and my head falls backward.

"Fuck you're soaked. Is that me that..." he doesn't finish because I'm already nodding.

"Dean..." I moan, not believing whining this name again. "Dean... Please."

He slips a finger inside me and I violently clench around him, desperate to feel full again. He adds another and I fall on his chest. I kiss and lick his jaw, wailing in his ears.

"You're incredible, baby. I'm already hard again" he says.

If I wasn't so high on him, the nickname would have had the effect of a slap, but I just retain that he was hard.

"Fuck me" I beg in a shaky whisper.

With that he's up, lifting me with him, and he carries me toward the table. He puts me down just a instant to take of my clothes and sits me on the table, my legs wrap around him and squeeze to take him closer.

"I hope Sammy sleeps deeply" he murmurs.

I don't get to answer as his cock bottoms out inside me. I let out a strangled cry and take him in my arms to cling to him. His thrusts are fierce, their force and precision surprise me, making me feel innocent again, in the arms of a tall manly warrior.

We won't last, he's already quivering and pouncing quicker and I'm holding back my own orgasm since that first sharp thrust.

"Stay with me Dean..." I cry, nuzzling in his neck.

"I'm right here" he pants, not getting the measure of my words.

And I come. My voice die in my throat but my body screams and implores him. I'm on the verge of passing out.

Groaning low he comes for the second time, digging his fingers so firmly on my hips I know I will be bruised.

We stay still for an instant, I don't lift my head because I can't look at him right now, it would make me cry. I feel him soften inside of me and I silently beg the universe to let me have him forever. I have a lump in my throat, and my poor heart is sobbing, begging me to stop torturing him.

"That was..." he tries but his voice makes me jump.

I push him gently to make him withdraw and get up.

"Perfect to unwind" I finish.

I get on my tiptoes, still butt-naked, to kiss him.

"Yeah..." he whispers.

And I disappear inside the bathroom.

When I surreptitiously comes under Sam's blanket, I hear him clear his voice.

"I thought you would stay with Dean after that" Sam says turning.

"Oh Sammy I'm sorry you heard..." he hums. "I don't... we're not. It was just this one time..."

"And the other" he adds.

"He told you..."

"He just told me, yeah" he says. "You have quite an effect on him."

I hide my face and turn my back on him to hide the tears. We stay silent for a moment.

"Night Jay."

"Night Sammy."

Night Baby, my mouth mime.

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Soft Confessions

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genre: fluff

summary: you find out your boyfriend has been cheating on you so Renjun comforts you

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You slammed the door to your shared apartment, soaking wet and tears streaming down your face.

You’d been waiting for your boyfriend to show up at the cafe for your date for an hour when he texted you that he had to cancel. You weren’t that surprised he cancelled, yet another, date so you just locked your phone and started walking back to your apartment.

You were surprised, however, when you saw him pressing a girl up against a wall and shoving his tongue down her throat. You bolted at the sight of that.

How could he? You’ve been dating for a year an a half now and you thought everything was going fine. Yeah, he frequently cancelled plans, but you just brushed it off since he was a busy person. Apparently, he was a busy person, just with another girl...

You didn’t even realize it had started raining until you made it to your apartment complex and the front desk lady shot daggers at you for leaving puddles with each step you made. You didn’t care for her attitude and just went straight to the elevator and pressed your floor button.

You were currently in your room, crying on your bed as the sheets turned dark from your soaked clothes. You didn’t care. They’ll dry.

“I didn’t realize you’d be back so early and ordered some take out a little bit ago, but I don’t think I can finish it if you want some,” you heard your roommate and best friend, Renjun say as he entered your room. He was looking at his phone, checking over the delivery time, but immediately looked up at you when he heard sniffles come from your nose. “Oh my god y/n you’re soaking wet! What happened? Are you okay?” he shoved his phone into his back pocket and dashed the few feet to your bed.

You felt the bed dip as he climbed on. You looked away from him, not wanting to show your blotchy face to him, but he stopped you. He placed both his hands on your cheeks and guided your head so he could look at you. “What happened?” he asked, his features cast down, obviously upset that his best friend is crying.

“I saw him with another girl,” you said, your voice cracking at the end. “I’m so stupid. I should’ve known he was cheating on me.” More tears spilled out of your eyes as you pulled your head away from Renjun’s hands.

Renjun bit his lip nervously. He knew you’d find out eventually, but he wishes you didn’t find out like that. He’s known for quite a while and he always felt guilty for never telling you. How could he?

It had only been a couple months since you started dating your boyfriend when Renjun saw him with another girl. Specifically, making out with another girl. Renjun was furious. How could someone cheat on you? Why would someone want to cheat on you? He stormed his way up to your boyfriend and confronted him about it right then and there.

“Don’t tell y/n unless you want me to tell her about your little crush on her,” he smirked down at Renjun.

“I don’t like her like that. Y/n is just my best friend.” Renjun furrowed his eyebrows together. He wishes he wasn’t lying and he wish he wasn’t such a bad lier. He’s liked you since high school, but you never showed signs of liking him back and he never wanted to ruin your friendship so he kept quiet.

“You’re so obvious, I’m surprised y/n never caught on,” your boyfriend quirked an eyebrow at Renjun. “Then again, she’s not that bright so,” he shrugged. The girl next to him snickered.

That was the first time Renjun ever threw a punch and the first time he ever got one thrown back at him. When he came home that day, you immediately dragged him into your room and started tending to the cut on his cheek. You asked him what happened, but he just said he walked into a tree. You were sceptical of his answer but didn’t question him further.

Now, it was Renjun tending to your wound, but this time it couldn’t be fixed with just a bandage.

He just sighed, angry at himself for being too scared to tell you about his feelings and angry at your boyfriend for being such an asshole.

Renjun wrapped his arms around your shaking frame and pulled you close to his chest. You initially tried struggling, telling him you didn’t want to get his clothes all wet, but he didn’t let you go. You eventually gripped the front of his shirt and sobbed into it.

It took a while for you to calm down to a few sniffles every few seconds, but that’s when you loosened your grip on your friend’s shirt. “I’m sorry for getting your shirt all wet... and crinkling it up... and probably getting snot on it..” you glanced down at your hands. They were folded between the both of your laps.

Renjun chuckled at your comment. “It’s just a shirt. I’ll clean it up later,” he smiled as he tried patting down the wrinkles. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I just wish I wasn’t so stupid to fall for him,” you angrily pout.

“He didn’t show his real self to you. You couldn’t tell.” Renjun reassured.

“But so many people told me not to date him,” you finally look up at Renjun. “He always cancelled our dates and avoided me half the time. He never answered my texts and only called when he wanted something. I was so blind. Why couldn’t I have just dated someone like you?” you angrily pick at your wet shirt. “You do everything for me even when I don’t want you to. You always remind me about important dates because you know I’ll forget them and always cook the morning of so I don’t starve and forget everything because I have an empty stomach. You make sure I get back home safe when I drink too much or come pick me up when I’m supposed to drive back but I’m too smashed to do it.. You always listen to my dumb problems and worries even at 4am when you have an exam the next day but you say it’s fine because you studied already,” you huff out. “I just wish I didn’t date such assholes all the time.”

You fall back on your bed, exhausted from getting all worked up over your shitty relationship problems and using up a whole lung and a half while ranting to Renjun about it.

“What if you did date me?” Renjun quietly said. You slowly sit up, not sure if you heard him correctly. He’s not looking at you and instead, looking down at the sheets, absentmindedly picking at a stray thread. You can see the tips of his ears burn red.

“What?” you ask, needing a clarification.

“I like you, y/n. I’ve liked you since freshman year of high school,” he glances up at you. You just look at him in disbelief and he takes your shocked silence as a rejection. “I’m sorry for suddenly telling you this, especially when you just saw your asshole boyfriend do that, but I just wanted to let you know,” he says sadly. He pushes himself off your bed and heads towards the door.

He doesn’t get very far because you immediately catch his wrist. He looks back at you, his sad expression replaced with a surprised one.

“Renjun, I like you too. I thought that was obvious,” you huff out a laugh.

“Huh?”

“I’ve liked you since we became friends and I was always dropping hints to you. You never seemed to notice so I just thought you thought of me as just a friend,” you shake your head in disbelief. “I started dating other guys to try to get rid of my feelings for you, but it never worked...”

“What?” Renjun just stared at you, shocked at your confession.

“I literally just told you I liked you back and that’s your response?” You glared up at him. Your cheeks were a bright pink from spilling your feelings, but you were far from feeling shy at this point.

“I’m sorry I’m just... really shocked. I thought you always saw me as just a friend and I always tried to push my feelings away because I never wanted to lose you as a friend,” he stuttered out. “you know? It’s better to be friends and still talk to you than having to be awkward and our friendship fall apart because you didn’t feel the same way and I don’t know I’m just really surprised but I’m really happy because I can’t believe -”

You rolled your eyes at your best friend. He had a habit of spewing everything that was on his mind when he got nervous and you always thought it was cute, but this time you just wanted him to shut up. You scooted yourself off your bed and stood up in front of him. He was too busy rambling to noticed you until you pressed your lips against his in an attempt to make him be quiet.

It was a short kiss, more like just a peck, but it did the job. “I get it. We both like each other so do you want to go out?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yes!” he blurts out a little too fast. You snort at his response time and lean in to kiss him again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him snake his arms around your waist. It sends tingles up your spine and you jerk a tiny bit, not expecting the shivers. Renjun smiles into the kiss and when you eventually break away, he’s still smiling.

He can’t contain his happiness as he brings you into a tight hug. You just laugh at his actions but hug him back nonetheless. Your soaked clothes seep into his dry ones. They cling onto each of your bodies and it should be uncomfortable, but you’re wrapped in Renjun’s warm arms. Nothing could take away from this moment.

Even when you wake up sick the next day from spending too much time in your wet clothes, you smile because you wake up in Renjun’s arms.

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