#still can't get over the shot of the red stain over her heart after the Carmy/Claire sex scene like what was the point?

[majorlysapphic]

After I finish my current fic, I want to write a glassheart marriage of convenience fic (either a long multichapter or interlinked one shots in a series) based on an initial miscommunication.

Now hear me out...!

(I'm so sorry for how long this post is, but I NEED to mind splurge about these two)

In this fics timeline, Wonderland had agreed to unite with the other Kingdoms to form what Auradon is today, BUT only on the condition that they get seperate terms for their union (meaning the Queen of Hearts can still rule over her Kingdom - but when it comes to political decisions, the rest of Auradon act as council).

Now we have the basics settled, let's get to Red and Chloe! The two have known of each other for pretty much all their lives. They see glances of each other as they wait for their parents to finish their political meetings and they see each other from across ballrooms. But they don't start their friendship until around eight years old.

Picture this: Red has spent the majority of her childhood in etiquette classes and tutoring sessions to prepare her for her rule over Wonderland, which means she is constantly hyperaware of her image in others minds, especially her mothers. So, when she's talking to the son of a diplomat her mother wants to get closer to, she's silently horrified when he spills his drink on her dress. It's a bad stain. A very, very obvious one that would ruin the perfect image she needs to maintain. So what little Red ends up doing in a panic is hiding under a desserts table, hoping to wait until the ball ends to slip out to her carriage inconspicuously.

But guess what? She's not the only one under that table because to her right is a princess her age, with her face covered in cupcake frosting. That's right, little Chloe is hiding from having to talk to anyone in favour of hoarding as many desserts as possible.

It's awkward at first. Red doesn't know what to do, but her worries smoothen out a little as Chloe offers her a cupcake. Because, wow, Chloe has never seen someone look so worried at a ball before. Sweet treats are the best way to fix this issue, obviously. Red hesitantly accepts Chloes offering, and she forces a smile as she listens to Chloe talk and talk for the rest of the ball.

After the event ends, Red doesn't give it too much thought, she's too busy trying her best to be an exemplar crown princess, thank you very much. But things will take a turn in her life once she's handed a letter by her mother (sent to their castle, addressed to Red, with the Charming family seal closing the envelope). A letter from one Chloe Charming, written in glitter pen and littered with stickers.

Turns out that night alone was enough to place her on Chloes radar for who she wanted to befriend in the royal circles. To say the Queen of Hearts is happy to have more influence on other royal families through Red is an understatement. So, Red is tasked with getting close to Chloe to gain more allies/political sway early on, it's for the good of their kingdom after all.

Still living under her mothers thumb, Red obeys. But what she didn't expect was to end up enjoying the other princesses company, and soon enough her and Chloe are genuine friends; writing to each other every other day, seeking each other out in balls, slipping away together to explore.

This is when Red starts to shift out of her perfect persona. To lean into the rebellion and the longing to act as herself, and when she's with Chloe, it seems a little easier. And soon enough, they have years of friendship behind them.

Now. We can't forget the fact that no matter how rebellious Red may become, the Queen of Hearts will always try to shift her back into an ideal ruler of her perfect vision. And so Red starts being brought to council meetings at fourteen. And oh my god. This is much more different than her lessons growing up, and she's terrible at her diplomatic responsibilities. But you know who seems to take to these things like a fish to water? As it turns out, Chloe is amazing at this stuff. So before and after every single meeting, Red has Chloe helping her (and soon enough, Red starts to improve her approaches).

They spend four years in this partnership, and it ends up being beneficial to both sides because the crown prince of Cinderellasburg, Chad, is no longer with his title to the throne due to the decision to marry into the Rose royal family and become King Consort to Audrey Rose. This means that Chloe is now entitled to the throne as the crown princess of Cinderellasburg.

Both girls are ecstatic, of course - they can rule side by side with their Kingdoms as allies!

But it seems that they may have gotten their hopes up. Because the Queen of Hearts has been getting more and more suspicious of other Kingdoms, and starts placing even heavier taxes on Wonderlands finite resources (causing arguments between diplomats), and just as Red is blowing out the candles of her eighteenth birthday cake, she is informed by her mother that at the next Grand Union Ball (hosted annually to celebrate the union of all kingdoms in Auradon) Wonderland intends to announce that they are going to close their borders for good.

Intensely against this, Red does everything in her power to reverse her mothers decision. But her pleads fall on deaf ears, and soon enough, she's tearfully writing to Chloe about what is to come. And Chloe... She doesn't respond.

It's a whole month before the dreaded ball and Red's letters are going unanswered, and soon enough the date arrives. The Queen of Hearts and Red arrive to the ball, with the knowledge that the announcement shall be made as a closing speech to end the night, and all Red wants to do is run away. But then Chloe finds her, whisking Red away to an isolated balcony.

Their reunion doesn't go well at first, Chloe's still panicked at the idea of losing Red for good and Red wonders why Chloe had stopped responding to her letters. But soon enough, stuttered apologies are made, and Chloe looks ready to faint with what she's about to do. Because she ends up getting down on one knee, presenting Red with a ring she had commissioned to be made exactly a month ago, and is asking Red to marry her.

Red's taken aback. She's speechless with the impulse to jump off the very balcony they're standing on. This is the kind of scenario she's dreamed up in her head. Because she's been in love with Chloe since they were fourteen, and she knows goddamn well that the girl of her dreams has never seen her as anything but platonic. Surely she would have noticed? But that doesn't change the fact that she's looking down at one of Auradons' most eligible bachelorettes, her best friend, practically pleading for her to become her wife.

But it's too good to be true. It has to be?

But before Red can say no and ask what on earth is going on, Chloe starts nervously rambling, as she is prone to do. She tries to explain her actions to the best of her abilities: she had panicked and takes full accountability that in her process to think of a solution, she shouldn't have pushed away Red. But you see, she cares for Red. So, so much. A painful amount in fact. So losing her is just out of the question, as she is simply in love with her, and has been for such a long time (but it took the thought of losing her for Chloe to properly realise it). So here she is asking for her best friends hand in marriage with the full intention of wooing her properly once they're married. Because once they're wife and wife, the Queen of Hearts can't shut the borders of Wonderland if her only heir is residing in Cinderellasburg. Chloe's parents are getting older and they plan to abdicate very soon, so with Chloe on the throne and Red as her Queen Consort (Since the Queen of Hearts is NOT planning to give up her crown anytime soon), they'd have control over improving their Kingdoms to be fair and just like they had described to each other as kids (especially given the fact that their union would prompt more peace talks and trade deals).

Too bad that when Chloe rambles, she mixes up words and sometimes doesn't phrase things the best. Because Red has fully clocked the idea that Chloe wants them to be wives in title only, and they would remain married (as friends) up until they could find a solution against her mothers desire to close off The Rabbit Hole to Wonderland.

So with a heavy heart, she accepts, and the next thing she knows she has an engagement ring on her finger and Chloe is delightedly claiming the first speech of the ball (buzzing from the fact that she thinks her and Red are on the same page about their feelings for one another). The announcement prompts a bit of chaos (especially with the Queen of Heart's fuming that her plans can no longer be put into action with this development, and with King Charming and Queen Ella absolutely gobsmacked that their daughter had not told them that she was seeing Red, let alone planning to marry her) before congratulations are given out.

~Cue a time skip, though I would obviously write a chapter dedicated to the Wedding itself, obviously~

(Now, for the rest of the fic...!)

They're newly weds and settling into their new roles as queen's, and once they get their bearings on their shared new normal, the chaos begins.

Because Red is having to internally scream every other hour, because if Chloe was a good friend to her before, then she was working overtime to be an even better wife. But she has to keep reminding herself that it's all platonic and to maintain appearances (it has to be, right?).

And even though Red has been friends with Chloe for a decade, she's still a girl who has spent her life cooped up in Wonderland. So obviously, when Chloe spares no expense spoiling her on 'dates', she's just reading too much into some strange Auradonian customs. And, obviously, when Chloe kisses her like it's the last thing she'll ever do in life, that's to keep up their appearance as happily wedded wives (and even when their trysts are purely private, it's actually method acting, because obviously they can't risk their facade being found out).

'Because how could Chloe ever want her as something more than a friend after all?'

Meanwhile, Chloe is absolutely buzzing with the fact that she gets to be with Red. Yes, their start may be unconventional, but it'll work out because it's them. Chloe and Red. Red and Chloe. They're a package deal, and she's made sure all the world knows now she has Red with her wedding band secured on her ring finger.

They're doing good, at least that's what Chloe thinks. But when they get a few months into their marriage, Red properly starts working hard to see how she can bind Wonderland to the same conditions as the rest of the Kingdoms in Auradon as she would hate to see her people ostracised from the other Kingdoms on behalf of her mother. Chloe obviously does her best to help, but on a day that they are constructing a plausible solution, she pauses in horror as Red mentions them divorcing once Wonderlands business is all settled. And the worst part? It was mentioned so causally. In the same tone Red had used to comment on the new floral arrangements in their bedroom that very morning.

'What happened? Did she do something wrong? Where did this come from?'

Chloe's mind is whirling with questions, meanwhile Red is looking at her like she's grown a second head with the reaction she's given, 'because wasn't this their original plan all along?'

...And with that, the fic continues trying to deal with them getting to the bottom of their miscommunication and *fingers crossed* properly starting to see each other, with the clear message that, yes, they are sickeningly in love and locked in for life. Thank you for reading my 1AM brain splurge! :D

[fluffykiddosstuff]

Choose (Gavin X Reader X nines)

Do I have a problem with Gavin and nines? Maybe, will I stop writing about them? No.

Warnings : insults, crime scene explanation, part nudity, fighting for someone

The reader, has a female body and uses she/her pronouns and lives in an apartment

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That was by far the most disgusting crime scene you ever saw.

There was blood, blue blood everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling, how was that even possible?

Today was valentines day, every couple was happy, well except the one who was brutally murdered by the mother of the human, who didn't appreciate that her sweet boy was with a "machine" which was odd to you because now, androids were a big part of society and concidered as living beings, there was still many things Markus needed to do for their rights, but it was on the good path.

For this investigation you were paired with a model that Connor freed himself, the Rk900, supposed to be his replacement, yes he was deviant but stiff as a stick and emotionless like a rock.

The mother came herself to the police, after murdering her son by "accident" she kept babbling about "just wanting to get rid of the machine", so you both didnt had much to do about her, but fowler still needed a report of the crime scene so here you both are.

"how did she even managed to do that, that poor android girl.." you said looking at the thirium being all over the place, there was no scent like human blood would, but it was still a disgusting scene, the android was unalived on the floor, wires out of her stomach and led completely Grey, she was severely damaged outside too, and near was her boyfriend, he was killed with a bullet right in the heart, a bit of blood circled his body but it was not that creepy compared to the other body.

"detective I found something"

Earing your partner's voice, you got closer to him, in the living room, he showed you a black box with a gold ring on it, examinating it.

"it's an engagement ring, and from what I could reconstitue, they where all in the living room, the son proposed to his girlfriend in front of his mother then leaved to get something in the garage, she then attacked the android with a knife, finished her with a gun the son kept in the drawer, when he came back and started to yell at his mother, she got surprised and shot as a reflex"

"I will never understand this.. Why can't people accept change" you mumbled, nines as a better model, already sent the report to fowler like usual so you could go home. But as you were walking, you didn't noticed the curtain on the ground, resulting in you slipping on it and ended being covered in blue and red blood, your android partner came closer and helped you get up.

" are you alright detective? No Injuries?"

"no I'm fine, I'll just go home to wash myself.."

"gavin's house is not far maybe we-"

"no I don't want anything to do with him, let's go. "

You got into your car, staining it but fuck, you'll clean it later, nines came as well, since he didn't had a place to stay yet, he came to your apartment regularly, you looked at the windows while nines was driving to your living place, that's when all of the things that happened today got into your mind

Flashback

You had putted a chocolate box on the desk of your crush : Gavin reed, you talked a lot about it with nines and he told you to do it "the worse thing he could say is no after all, you are friends" little did he know how he reacted.. He thought it was a joke from hank or even worse, connor, he threw the chocolate box on the ground and stepped on it, putting it in the garbage after. You saw everything from your desk and runned to the bathroom to cry, why was he so cruel!? You then avoided him from the rest of the day,  being heartbroken by his behavior.

End of flashback

"Detective we arrived"

You opened up your eyes to see your apartment by the window, you got out, so did your partner, you unlocked your door and stepped into the living room, nines closing it behind him

"can you get me some clothes? I'll go wash myself"

The android nodded, you got into your bathroom and started to strip off, putting your dirty clothes in the washing machine, you then got under your shower to get off of all of this disgusting blood on you.

Nines pov :

While i was searching for some clothes, the bell ringed, since the detective was still in the shower I decided to open the door myself, it was unexpected to see detective reed on the porch

"hey-what are you doing here tincan?"

Autor's pov :

The smaller male was visibly mad and shocked that his "coworker" was there, nines furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him, he seemed, mad.

"since your little brain can't register something so simple, the detective allowed me to stay here until I found somewhere else to stay, what are you doing here reed?"

That was the first time the Rk900 used gavin's last name without his title, that made him boil inside, he clenched his teeth, holding onto the flowers and the chocolates he had hid in his back

"let me see her, now."

"i'm afraid I can not, you hurt her, and I don't want her to suffer anymore, especially from an idiot like you."

Gavin pushed his opponent with his elbow and got into the apartment, not hiding the presents anymore, that's when it hit nines : he was nicely dressed, he even putted on cologne, his hair weren't as messy as usual and he had presents : he wanted to ask you out. Anger took all over his systems, he rushed to the human and picked him by his collar, resulting in the gifts dropping on the floor.

"what are you thinking!? Do you want just to broke her heart again and again!? She has enough, I have enough! Can't you leave her alone, are you that much of an asshole!?"

"the fuck are you talking about shit head!?"

"the chocolates from earlier! It was from y/n ! She putted them for you on your desk, if you weren't a shit head and actually had read the note she left you would have know it!"

He then dropped him off, Gavin falling on the ground, he was pale as an egg, it was from you? So that's why you wouldn't talk to him and runned to the bathroom this morning.. Man he really fucked up, he needed to apologize, and quick. As he stands up, you then appeared in his sight, still wet from your shower and a poor towel to cover yourself, debuting on your breasts and finishing at the base of your tighs.

He picked up the flowers who were a bit ruined and the chocolates and got closer to you, almost a bit, shy..?  He dropped them on the table and looked at you in the eyes.

"listen I'm, sorry for earlier, I didn't know those were from you, I swear I wouldn't had done this if I knew, please, forgive me for my behavior"

You smiled, you had been friends from years, how couldn't you forgive him? Then you looked at nines, who was approaching with a gift box

"I would like to give those to you, as a thankful way and also, for you know, the meaning of this day.." he seemed shy and had blue over his cheeks

"I-I appreciate it guys but, I might gonna change first.." you putted your towel up, almost half of your breasts were out, they blushed and nodded as you got into your room to change, you then came back, both are sitting on your sofa, looking at you.

"so did you make a choice?" they both said, you then responded

"I don't want to make one"

Both males looked at each other, wondering if you already had someone in your heart or if, you just didn't like them, you then spoke again

"I actually want both of you"

They were, quite chocked by your statement

"what, how??" managed to say gavin

"well, I like both of you, for many different reasons so.., what do you both think about it?"

They looked at each other again then back at you, nodding.

"we can try" finally said nines, you kissed them both on the cheek and then sits in the middle, putting the TV on to watch your favorite show, one of their hands in yours.

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Oml I just can't get rid of them 💕 I love my pooks

(1491 words)

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Hiii so I’ve been really into Coriolanus Snow lately 👀 and I was gonna ask if you could write a version of the end where Lucy Gray runs into the wilderness to leave Snow but Snow catches up to Lucy Gray and his possessiveness over her becomes worse after that moment. Maybe he incapacitates her to make sure she can never leave him again. Also I love love love your writing 🫶

Writing this makes me want to write more in first person, Coriolanus is absolutely off his rocker. I might continue it depending on it's reception!

A Bird in the Hand

Contains: blood, pure insanity, and physical harm

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I just shot Lucy Gray. 

My ears are ringing and it still isn't loud enough to drown out the mockingjays.

She stumbled here. I swear, I saw it. Venom sends pain all through my arm. Am I going to die? How could she do this to me?

“Lucy Gray!” I don't even realize I'm screaming her name. 

It's too early for katniss. The leaves are still wet, sticking to my hands and knees as I search for proof that…

I just shot Lucy Gray.

I hear her everywhere and nowhere. My beautiful songbird. You're hurt. 

Red on the ground, a splatter here and there. Leaves crushed in my hands. Spread on my gun. 

How many kills before I lose track?

“Lucy Gray!” My throat is sore and my heart is beating out of my chest. I scour the ground like a dog. Desperate. Feral. A scuff here, a stumble there.

The ringing gets louder. The birds are a cacophony of her. It's beautiful, it's maddening. Just like,

“Lucy Gray!” I scream as I chase her trail. Her blood is my lifeline. Why did she make me do this? 

Then, through the madness, 

“Corio…” 

A pained whisper, softer than wind through grass. There's a tangle of roots, a splatter of blood, and a torn piece of fabric.

My heart beats twice as fast as I race down the hill, sliding over soggy leaves, tangled thorns digging into my skin. The venom reached my heart and it's spreading everywhere, a wildfire in my veins.

There she is.

Spread about the fallen leaves—wavy black hair, bright dress now stained with blood, skin drained of its warm hue—a mosaic of macabre colors.

“LUCY GRAY!” My voice cracks as I race to her fallen form. She's so beautiful, my angel. 

Her eyelids flutter when I pull her into my arms. Fragile little bird. I brush her hair from her sweaty forehead and press my fingers against her neck. Her pulse is so faint, cold dread quenches the fire in my veins.

I search for the source of the blood. A hole in her calf, leaking still. Her dress is already torn, what's one more tear? I rip off a length of fabric and tie it beneath her knee.

“You can't leave me, Lucy Gray,” I whisper, cradling her close.

Her eyes flutter again and meet mine, hazed with pain. I don't hear her speak, but I feel her question sear into my brain. 

Why?

“Why? You know why, Lucy Gray. You always knew. You belong to me, but I don't belong out here with you. I never have. You know what I did to save you. I love you, why don't you love me enough to forgive me?”

She doesn't respond. Her eyes are vacant, staring up at the mockingjays that rain torment from above.

The venom in my veins is subsiding now, or perhaps integrating with my blood. I can still save us.

I rise from my knees, holding my beautiful Lucy Gray. 

If I can forgive her, surely she will forgive me. We have both hurt each other, but love conquers all—right?

Eventually I reach the cabin. I lay her on the bed, and press a kiss to her forehead. I need to find help, and I know she can't possibly leave me in this condition. It's ironic how, in this moment, I feel more secure in our love. 

If I didn't love her, I wouldn't have saved her. She needs to stop running from me. If she had only stayed where I could see her, I would have never needed to shoot her. 

A cool serenity washes over me as I look down at her weakened form. This is better for us, isn't it? She's so beautiful, she needs me so desperately. Yes, I need her to need me. 

I don't flinch as I approach her bedside. We need this, don't we? We need stability, and we can only have it if I can keep her safely under my control. And in order to do that, she has to stop leaving me.

I trace my hand down her bloodied leg, to her thin and fragile ankle. I can do this with my bare hands, can't I? Yes, it'll be easy. She's a bird, their tiny bones snap like twigs. 

One deep breath.

CRACK!

She doesn't even flinch. Her foot hangs at an unnatural angle.

Once more, for good measure. One hand on her heel, the other over the arch of her delicate foot. 

CRUNCH!

Her foot is mangled now, twisted, her tiny bones splintered like so many fragments of wood. 

A small smile flits over my lips. 

No one said love wasn't painful. 

[batstorm93672]

Robin was fine fighting by Red Hood until he saw Two-Face with a gun pointed to Red Hood. His brother hadn't noticed...

In a moment of fear and adrenaline, Robin shoved Red Hood out of the way. The bullet struck right into his abdomen. Robin trembled, it was all coming back too quickly. The rain, thunder, bullets, gunshots and most of all the way his body can't move. He can't move.

Robin looked down at the blooming blood staining his tunic, his hands twitching as his hands moved close to the wound as if it was something he's never seen before. Everything was just a shrill ringing in his ears. Someone was in front of him, worrying over him. Yet Robin barely paid attention to the person, all he could feel is the blood and obvious loss of feeling in his legs. Is he standing? He can't tell, he doesn't want to look down to have his nightmare come true.

This means he'll be taken back to her and given a new spine, one in which he may not be able to stop the chip they put in to control him so easily. Their technology will be better, meaning the solution may be even harder to find. A million scenarios flashed through Robin's head that not even the Flash could keep track.

Suddenly everything was louder the rain pouring down, Robin realized it was Red Hood who was the person that worried over him.

"...in Robin. I need to know you're with me, I took the bullet out and stitched the hole closed. I don't know how much blood you lost, but you went into shock. You look more... focused now, can you hear me?"

Robin's gaze flickered to Red Hood. "That is the first response you've given me that you can hear me. Good, we're in a safehouse. I patched you up. How are you feeling?"

"You can't stay..."

"I have to protect you, I can't leave"

"You'll protect me... by running as fast as you can"

"What's going on?"

"She's going to use me, to kill all of you"

"Shit I think you're still in some manner of shock. If you are worried about Talia, don't be. You were shot in the stomach by Dent, you can move, you just need time to rest and regain your strength"

Robin's voice was a whisper "I can't kill you... please run away, I don't know how powerful she imbued this chip it may take more than just being electrocuted"

"No, habibi listen it's not like that. You aren't paralyzed, Talia hasn't taken you or done anything to you, come on sit up"

Red Hood gently patted Robin's shoulder and helped him sit up. "There we go, come on focus with me. You're not paralyzed. Just got hurt in battle but nothing too fatal. Can you repeat after me? I'm okay"

"I-I'm okay..?"

"Yeah, keep at it like that"

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay..." Robin shivered a bit, tensing up and looking away. "I- That was pathetic. I'm sorry for the trouble, I'm sure you could've easily dodged his bullet too. I just panicked and shoved you out of the way. Idiot, there were a million ways I could've helped you and not get injured in the process"

"Don't sweat it, your heart is in the right place. But next time you do that I'm telling Alfred"

"How dare you threaten me"

"I will do it, don't try me"

"Tt. Well... I'll keep that in mind. And... thank you Jason for helping me. I was lost for a good moment, nearly gave myself away into the shock"

[searidings]

this is what happens when @ekingston and i get our hands on the prompt “that's my wife!” and agree that she'll draw my idea for it and i'll write hers (aka hearing kara call it out as she watches lena being wheeled down a hospital corridor)

“Excuse me, you can't go through there!”

Kara growls. The woman blocking her path is short and gently rounded, the kind lines of her face drooping in disapproval above her nurse's scrubs. “No visitor access beyond this point, dear. Immediate family only.”

“Immediate— you're joking, right?” Kara cranes her head, peering through the closing doors to catch a last glimpse of Lena's gurney as it rounds the corner at the end of the hall. “That's my wife!”

The nurse gapes at her. “Your—?”

Kara growls again, louder. It's a good thing she'd blown out her powers twenty minutes ago, or she would not be held responsible for the Kryptonian-shaped hole in NC Memorial Hospital's expensive surgery doors. “Yes, my wi—”

Her snarl is cut off by a hand clamping down firmly over her mouth from behind. Kara's first instinct is to bite it. She resists, narrowly, as the familiar scent of shea butter moisturiser registers in her adrenaline-fogged brain.

“You sure about that?” Alex squeaks around a nervous laugh, voice pitched a half-octave too high. She removes her hand from Kara's mouth, wiping her damp palm on her pants with a wrinkled nose. “Get hit on the head during that fight, did you?”

Kara whirls on her sister, eyes blazing. “Am I sure?” she parrots incredulously. Alex cowers a little beneath the force of her stare. “Unless you're trying to tell me I hallucinated my entire wedding—”

“Supergirl isn't married,” Alex stage-whispers loud enough to be heard in Florida, glancing pointedly down at Kara's ash-caked body and oh yeah, she's still wearing her supersuit.

Right, right.

The nurse – Rosemary, her badge reads – finally picks her jaw up off the floor long enough to speak. Her eyes are wide, sparkling with sudden glee. “So Lena Luthor and Su—”

Kara's hackles rise at the suggestion in her tone. “Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers are happily married,” she interrupts sternly. “You might have seen the wedding photos in last month's Vogue.”

The nurse smirks. At her elbow, Alex drops her head into her hands.

“Kara Danvers, hm? Amazing what a pair of glasses do for you, dear.” Rosemary's brow quirks with impish satisfaction and, oh. Whoops. It would appear that in her haste to quash any potential rumours of Lena's infidelity behind the back of her very recent, very publicly human wife, she'd forgotten about the other delicate matter at hand.

Alex sighs so long and so heavy Kara legitimately marvels that she doesn't pass out from the strain. “I knew keeping a spare NDA in my back pocket would pay off,” her sister groans, thrusting an official-looking, if crumpled, contract beneath the nurse's nose.

“Sorry,” Kara murmurs sheepishly as Rosemary signs away page after page of her right to ever disclose Supergirl's identity in any capacity. “I wasn't thinking, I can't— Alex, it's Lena.”  

“I know, I know,” her sister soothes, frustration dissipating as she reaches out to pull Kara into her side, ignoring the soot and grit that smear across her jacket at the contact. “She's gonna be okay.”

“But what if she's not?” Kara asks and the sobs arrive then, the last remnants of the fight or flight response that had propelled her this far dissipating beneath the weight of her terror. “She stepped right in front of that bullet, Alex! Of all the stupid, reckless—”

“If I recall, she was pushing you back after you shoved her out of the way in the first place,” Alex hums thoughtfully. Kara's tear-filled eyes snap to her face, incredulous, and her sister grimaces. “Right, right. Not the time.”

“She has to be okay,” she gasps, clutching hard at her sister's jacket as her knees threaten to give out beneath her. “She has to, I can't— I feel like I can't breathe. Like my heart's been ripped out.”

Alex clicks her tongue in sympathy, wrapping a firm arm round Kara's waist and guiding her to a nearby row of chairs. Rosemary deposits the signed NDA wordlessly on the hard plastic beside them, reaching into her scrubs to produce a pack of tissues.

Alex accepts, extracting one to dab at Kara's snotty, tear-stained face with her free hand. “Welcome to married life, kid,” she chuckles, pressing a kiss to Kara's matted hair. “It can be a real bitch.”

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It's a long night.  

It's a long night, a night of anxious waiting and barely-restrained nausea and vending machine coffee so bad even Nia won't drink it. Her family, their family, crowd the waiting room, dozing across the rows of seats as the hours drag on and on.

Alex tries her best, at varying intervals, to force her back to the Tower for a stint under the sun lamps. Every time without fail, Kara sets her jaw, then sets her feet in the middle of the surgical wing waiting room and refuses to budge.

This leads to several arguments, and a lot of impassioned shoving.  

“What if she needs me?” Kara laments tearily, pout activated and puppy dog eyes firmly in place. Alex, mid-football tackle with her arms and right shoulder braced against Kara's torso as she attempts to use her entire bodyweight to force her sister toward the exit, only grunts with exertion. Behind them, J’onn dozes in the corner. Brainy and Kelly and Nia continue their conversation without batting an eyelid.

“No, scratch that, she does need me,” Kara corrects, unaffected by her sister's NFL-worthy body slam. “She's been shot. I'm not going anywhere.”

Alex, perhaps finally sensing defeat after her fourth unsuccessful attempt, gives one final shove with all her strength. Kara doesn't so much as wobble, and her sister releases her with a huff. “Fine. But for the love of God, change your clothes before you start shouting about your wife again,” she pants, red-faced and sweating as she collapses into a nearby chair. “That was my last NDA.”

That's a compromise she can make. Kara accepts the bundle of clothes Nia presents her with, stripping out of her dirt-caked suit and re-donning her glasses. Thankfully, the only person around to witness Kara entering the bathroom as a superhero and re-emerging as a Catco reporter is Rosemary.  

The updates on Lena's condition are sporadic at best. By the time the first surgeon emerges to say the bullet has been removed from Lena's chest cavity Kara's accidentally cracked three plastic chairs, advanced all the way to Lollipop Land on Alex's Candy Crush, and worn a groove into the waiting room linoleum with her nervous pacing.

When another doctor emerges three hours later to tell them Lena had developed a tension pneumothorax and needs additional treatment, Kara's made it to Rainbow Reef and chewed her bottom lip bloody.

When, at five in the morning, yet another doctor appears to inform them that Lena is being placed on anti-radiation medication to counter the Kryptonite that had coated the bullet, Kara's finished all nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-five levels of the damn game. The doctor leaves, promising to be back with more news soon, and Kara squeezes her sister's hand so hard poor Nurse Rosemary has to be called to administer an ice pack for the bruising, solar flare be damned.

Dawn breaks to find Kara scratchy-eyed and grumpy, worn ragged with worry. The waiting room begins to fill up around them, new patients and their relatives coming and going, and still there's nothing new on Lena. Every time another scrub-clad surgeon pushes through the doors Kara's heart skips a beat, all of them sitting up straighter in their seats, but every time the doctor passes them by.

Kara's just wolfed down six cold breakfast sandwiches procured by Brainy on his sojourn to the hospital cafeteria and is debating the relative merits of starting Candy Crush over from scratch when another young doctor appears. Her scrub cap has avocados on it. Kara likes her already.

“Family of Ms Luthor?” she calls, looking around, and Kara pushes up hard from her chair to the resounding snap of cracking plastic. Whoops.

“It's Luthor-Danvers,” she gabbles as she bounds over to the surgeon, palms sweating. No matter how many times she hears it, it never loses its thrill. “I'm, I'm her wife.”

The young doctor's features soften. “Of course. I've come to let you know that it looks like Ms Luthor-Danvers is out of the woods. She's sedated and still on an anti-radiation drip, but she's through the worst of it.” She appraises Kara, gaze lingering on her chewed-raw lips and clenching fingers, then leans closer conspiratorially. “It's not general visiting hours yet, but you can see her, if you'd like.”

“Yes!” Kara's shouting almost before the surgeon has finished speaking. “Yes, please, yes.”

She hugs them all, Alex and Brainy and Nia and Kelly and J’onn, and leaves them in the waiting room as she follows the doctor's sunshine-yellow crocs down the hall.

They round corner after corner, an interminable maze. Powerless as she is, she can't hear Lena’s heartbeat, and the absence of the steady beat that has become the soundtrack to her existence sets her even more on edge.  

But at last they turn a corner, and there she is. She's pale and bandaged and her eyes are closed, creamy skin streaked with dirt and bruises, but she's there, she's alive, she's Lena.  

The surgeon holds the door open for her with a smile and Kara's across the room in a heartbeat, smoothing a hand over Lena's warm cheek and pressing kiss after kiss to her forehead and hair.  

“I love you, I love you,” she whisper-cries against Lena's temple, tucking her matted curls behind her ears. The smell of blood and dirt and antiseptic is almost overwhelming, but beneath the dust and debris caught up in her hair Lena's scalp smells the same as always. Kara presses her face to the crown of her head and inhales deeply, soaking it in.  

“Why'd you have to be so damn brave?” she whispers, nuzzling her cheek against silky softness. “I love you so much. Please don't step in front of any more bullets. Please learn to be a coward, occasionally.”

The singular relief of having Lena living and breathing and in her arms again is so complete, so compounded by the fear and the adrenaline and the sleepless night and the solar flare, that she feels suddenly that she may crumple to the ground from the force of it all.

Unwilling to relinquish her hold for even a second she appraises the bandages covering Lena's right side, then crawls onto the hospital bed on her left, careful to avoid her many wires and monitors. She tucks herself in beside her on the wide mattress, chin hooked over Lena's shoulder and face pressed to the side of her neck, and lets the tears that haven't really stopped falling since that bullet had left its chamber fall for just a little longer.

Nothing matters outside of the two of them, outside of the warmth of Lena's body and the softness of her skin beneath Kara's lips and the steady thud of her heart beneath Kara's palm. Nothing else in the world exists, so when an unfamiliar male voice sounds from the doorway it takes her a moment to register the intrusion.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you really can't be on the bed with her,” the strange, disembodied voice calls from behind her and Kara frowns tiredly, unable and unwilling to acknowledge anything outside of the woman in her arms.

But before she's even managed to raise her head another voice sounds, the soft tones of a young surgeon in an avocado scrub cap.  

“Oh, honestly, Peter,” the kindly doctor says with gentle reproach, a quiet calm washing over the room as the door is pulled closed and she and Lena are left alone. “Leave them be. That's her wife.”

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Makeup [S.B]

Sirius Black x plus size!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a toxic relationship history and a bit of insecurity because of it.

A/N: I did a questionnaire a few days ago to see what kind of reader you would like me to do. This is the first one I do base on that questionnaire and I want to say the following:

The only reason the reader is specified as "plus size!reader" is that if there is someone who fits this description, feel comfortable.

You will never see something like "her FAT body" NO, NEVER

Much less that the One shot revolves around their weight (neither nationality, nor gender identity, nor sexuality nor all the things that they put in that questionnaire). I only write about NORMAL people in normal situations. All bodies are beautiful, we are all beautiful.

So, if you are a plus size person, welcome. If you are not, you can also read it without feeling left out in any way.

I really hope that you feel comfortable with everything I write and that you know that I seek to be as inclusive as possible. Without more to say, thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. Tell me your opinion, if you want!💕

You looked in the mirror one last time.

Sirius, the boy of your dreams, had asked you out on a date and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You had met him because you both lived on the same floor of the condo block and it was inevitable to bump into him from time to time. It wasn't the best place to live, it was small and a little dirty, but it was the only thing you could afford and the fastest you could find after that happened.

You liked the way Sirius smelled because when he crossed the corridors, you could perceive a mixture of leather (you supposed it was due to all the clothes he used of this material) and an elegant cologne that drove you crazy.

At first, it scared you a little to see him with that piercing in his eyebrow and his multiple tattoos, but later you realized that he was really nobody to be afraid of, on the contrary, he turned out to be a very tender and sweet boy.

The first time you spoke to him it was because you were struggling to open your door while carrying boxes and bags that you had brought from the supermarket. The boy noticed you were having trouble and walked up to you to offer his help, so (still a bit wary) you said yes.

Once he held your purchases, you could open the lock, but when you turned around, you noticed that Sirius was secretly looking at the contents of your bags and when he realized that you had caught him, he blushed.

"Sorry I'm a little gossipy," he said shyly "I'm Sirius"

"I thought you were a gossip"

"No, my name is Sirius" he laughed and it was your turn to blush.

"Oh, sorry"

"Okay, anyone can get confused" he murmured with his charming smile, handing you what he was holding in his hands "I live in the 512" he informed you. Of course, you knew he lived in that apartment; you had seen him come into its thousands of times "In case you need anything. You know, some plumbing or things that have to do with tools and that shit of men" he murmured kindly. You frowned a little and then he quickly added "I mean, it's not that girls can't do that and it's okay if you know how to do those things, you seem like a smart and capable person. It's just that sometimes it's tedious and requires strength... and it's not that you don't have strength, I mean...” Sirius couldn't continue because he heard you giggle and then realized he was looking like an idiot “Just call me if you need anything and if you want to do it, yes?” he explained to you and you nodded with a smile.

"Thanks for offering your help Sirius" you replied, looking at him over your bags.

"You’re welcome, miss..."

"Y/N" you completed. He smiled and wrapped a dark curl around his finger that fell unruly from his ponytail.

"I'll see you later then, Y/N. It was nice to greet you" he said by way of farewell and you nodded to respond.

You haven't felt like this with any guy since you met your dear (sarcasm) ex-boyfriend. The insecurities that he had created in you kept you from thinking about having something else later and you honestly didn't feel ready to have your heart broken again.

But Sirius continued to be kind to you. Whenever he looked at you, he made an effort to have a topic of conversation, even if you were not so eloquent, and little by little, he was gaining your trust and your affection. As the weeks went by, you became good friends who chatted in the elevator or occasionally (when you weren't late for work) went downstairs just to share a little more time.

Until one day Sirius showed up at your door with his clothes stained with something that looked like paint, his hair tied up in a messy way and smelling of burned food. He was so beautiful in his own way and you were so afraid of falling in love with him because you knew beforehand that having something else would be impossible.

After all, no boy would ever love you. It was something that your ex-boyfriend had commissioned to get very well into your head.

"Go out?" you asked a little confused after he asked you. You didn't want to misunderstand things.

"Yes! We could go wherever you want. For ice cream, to dinner, to a park, to the cinema... I don't know, wherever you can think of”

"Why?" was the first thing that occurred to you to ask. Now it was Sirius' turn to look confused.

"Well, I thought it would be an opportunity to meet and... spend more time together" he explained and although you had understood the idea it seemed impossible to think that the boy had any kind of interest in you "But it's fine if you don't want to, I don't pretend be upset"

"I'd love to," you rushed to say, fearful that the opportunity would slip through your grasp. You saw him smile and after exchanging a few more words he left with a smile that you couldn't see, but that was pure joy.

Finally, the day of "go out" arrived and you were about to tell him that you could not go. You were nervous, more than nervous you were anxious about what could happen or what he could say about you.

You had searched your entire wardrobe for something decent to wear and after pulling and removing and taking out the clothes and trying them on, none of them convinced you. You looked in the mirror and didn't feel like it was enough of an outfit to date a man as handsome as him. In the first place, you did not even know why he had chosen to go out with you, because, although you considered yourself a nice person, you could not boast of being the most interesting.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, you kept repeating yourself as you continued to get ready and looked at the wall clock waiting for the time for Sirius to knock on your apartment.

Once you were with your outfit ready, you looked yourself up and down and although he did not completely convince you, you decided to tell yourself that you looked beautiful. Still a little nervous you looked at the makeup bag that was under some things on your dressing table. You hadn't put on makeup for years, because you were still scared to hear the comments in your head with that horrible voice.

You look like a whore.

You shook your head to ward off all the negativity and taking a breath you plucked up the courage to open the zippers and remove the beautiful makeup that you had abandoned. When you were finishing and without giving a chance to regret there was a knock on the door that took you by surprise. You went out and found Sirius wearing a striped t-shirt and ripped jeans that reminded you of that blond singer... Kurt was his name?

"Wow" you heard him say and he caught you staring at him adoringly. But you noticed that he looked at you the same "You are beautiful" he said with a smile. You frowned, again a little afraid that he was lying, but you tried again to push away those ideas of self-sabotage and smiled widely.

"I'm glad you like it. You look very handsome, you look like...”

"A rock star? I know” he said winking at you and managing to make you laugh “It's a joke, thanks for the compliment, sweetie” he replied, with his pretty smile of sealed lips. Just when you were smiling at him you watched him pay special attention to your makeup and put on a face that completely terrified you, taking all your confidence.

"Something wrong?"

"Your makeup" he pronounced. You felt your heart squeeze a little.

"You do not like? I can go take it off if you find it ugly or something like that…”

"Ugly?" he asked offended "No! It’s beautiful, but I feel like it lacks a touch. You know, the cherry on the cake that stands out in your eyes” he explained. You looked at him confused for the third time and he snapped his fingers as if the answer had suddenly come to his head "Eyeliner"

"Eyeliner?"

"Of course! Don't you like to use it? " he said kindly, turning his head to the side. You denied.

"I never learned how to do it" you lied. There was a bit of truth to it, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that he kept repeating that you looked vulgar with the eyeliner.

“I'm good at it! Come with me,” he murmured. He took your hand carefully and dragged you gently through the hall until they reached his apartment. You were a nervous wreck when he invited you to join him. "Sorry about the mess, I'm really the most distracted person on the planet and I forget to arrange things," he said with an embarrassed smile. You looked at some vinyl lying around, clothes, food packages, paintings, a guitar. There was a certain peace and beauty within all that mess, completely reflecting the boy who was desperately searching for his favorite eyeliner.

"Come," he asked once he left his room. You sat in a red leather chair he had and he leaned in your direction, very close to your face "Raise your head and look slightly down" he asked you and you listened. He took you by the chin with one hand and you saw him stick his tongue out just a little bit (as a sign of his concentration) while drawing on your eyelids. When he indicated that he had finished you saw him smile from ear to ear, which you imitated when he saw yourself in a mirror.

"Wow..." you whispered. Years ago, you loved putting on makeup and especially eyeliner, so seeing you again like that you were surprised. Besides, he was right, his hand was excellent at it.

"Now it's perfect, right?" he said excitedly. Perfect, that's how Sirius described what was in front of his eyes.

"Yeah... it looks much better" you admitted shyly. You couldn't believe that Sirius could make you feel so comfortable and calm, as well as help you maintain your confidence in yourself.

"I just hope I don't meet jealous guys for not having someone so pretty accompanying them," he said flirtatiously, making you laugh because of your nerves and making you blush "Shall we go?" he asked smiling and extending a hand to help you up.

You looked at him, still amazed to have found someone like that in your life, and took his hand with a smile.

Who would say that sometimes love stories begin like this?

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Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

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Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot. 

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best. 

A bonafide, absolute idiot. 

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out. 

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning. 

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time. 

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight. 

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word. 

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession. 

There's no way you think this one looks bad. 

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck. 

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features. 

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too." 

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter. 

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all." 

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier. 

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday. 

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool. 

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend. 

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door. 

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh. 

---

20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week. 

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…" 

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees. 

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling." 

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests. 

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways. 

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies. 

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair. 

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks. 

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again. 

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this. 

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you. 

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here." 

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before. 

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile. 

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side. 

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes. 

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?" 

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down. 

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing. 

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away. 

But alas, she doesn't. 

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight. 

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes. 

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see." 

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality. 

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner. 

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying." 

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you. 

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation. 

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people. 

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks. 

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party." 

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?" 

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one." 

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?" 

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me." 

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip. 

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!" 

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks. 

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter. 

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me." 

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer. 

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets. 

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else. 

You can get your own revenge. 

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them. 

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you. 

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion. 

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away. 

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes. 

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later. 

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen. 

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers. 

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her. 

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall. 

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge. 

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun. 

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are. 

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover. 

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path. 

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up. 

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you. 

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you. 

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be. 

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers. 

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!" 

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting. 

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now. 

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath. 

"What's wrong?" 

There's that voice again. 

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it. 

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me." 

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like." 

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches. 

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas. 

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads. 

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little. 

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled. 

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters. 

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs. 

When did that happen? 

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you. 

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you. 

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment. 

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy. 

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her. 

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against. 

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time. 

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now. 

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly. 

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to. 

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out. 

"I'm Lisa." 

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease. 

"Likewise, beautiful." 

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced. 

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips. 

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing. 

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again." 

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire. 

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes. 

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise. 

"That sounds wonderful." 

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever. 

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close. 

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed. 

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off. 

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up. 

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors. 

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof. 

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you. 

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over. 

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself. 

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away. 

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window. 

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now. 

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building. 

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations. 

She does a twirl, looking around. 

"It's gorgeous." 

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up. 

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out. 

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms. 

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her. 

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months." 

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself. 

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking. 

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains. 

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters. 

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh. 

"Maybe, but it's the truth." 

"Sure, Lisa." 

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms. 

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace. 

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song. 

Turning Page, you recognize it as.  

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites. 

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too." 

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud… 

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it. 

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you. 

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is. 

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush" 

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly. 

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you. 

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second. 

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss. 

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping. 

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up. 

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck. 

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late. 

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey. 

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too. 

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her. 

"Please…" 

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more. 

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go. 

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there. 

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before. 

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there. 

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask. 

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

[devilslinks]

# 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔 !

— 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗙𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 | 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔, 𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.

wc; ( 3.2k )

synopsis; your best friend, raihan and you find yourselves eager to get intoxicated in one another's company. what better place than a night-club, dim lights, the overwhelmin' musk of the various alcoholic beverages; it's every guy pairs wet dream. that is until raihan gets shit-faced and excuses himself to the restroom while he pukes up his spiked guts. only to return to watch his sister take you balls deep, down her throat.

a/n: no brain, only nessa and her magical throat 🤝

warnings. MINORS DNI, NSFW CONTENT, family!au, raihan and nessa are siblings, club sex, intoxication, dirty talk, the name princess, deep throating, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, throat fucking, cum eating, flirty!nessa, jealous!raihan, exhibitionism, voyeurism.

euphoria.

that was the only word that came mind when raihan and you got involved in recreational activities like you did. galar was a go big or go home type of region, and the two of you stayed true to that motto. the itchy, messily thrown together suits that matched all the way down to the type of socks you had on— the overexcessive amounts of booze, and the loud music which just barely drowned out the fits of laughter and discussion littered throughout the packed club. as soon as the doors opened, flooding your senses with nothing but the sickly sweet, aroma of sex and other intoxicating chemicals; that's how you knew the had night begun.

the two of you had been indulging, before you arrived on the scene— time seemed to blur together with head-spinning speeds or come to a full halt at the worst of moments. you don't even know how long you'd been locking eyes with the transparent shapes and manufactured blurbs dancing across the wall a good, twenty, maybe thirty feet adjacent to your seat at the drink counter. the weight of something too heavy for your alcohol infused mind to register until the bar hostess was practically brewing with irritation at your non-compliance with her attempts to have you regain control of your dazed state; sat lazily in-between your pointer finger and thumb, respectively.

hell you don't even remember waddling over to the bar with the company you had brought with you. but you didn't mind, the painfully challenging to recall memories mattered not when there was already another drink swirling around the rim of your shot-glass. raihan's shifty frame wiggling in and out of your peripherals as you tug the half-empty cup to the skin of your lips, craning your head back to knock down whatever liquid remained at the bottom. the delicious burn of toxins coated the lining of your throat, trails of steamy fluid leaving their mark as the mystery liquor made it way down your esophagus. whatever it was, it packed a punch and wasted no time forcing your lips to curve into a bitter sneer— eyebrows shadowing your face in a sour demeanor, as you used the hem of your suit sleeve to whisk away any spilt mixture that tarnished your cherry red lips.

you hardly have the chance to open your mouth for a second time to address the swaying body, huddled closer the counter than it is to your own. raihan is a total mess, loopsy, and feverishly hot skin to compliment— he's stained a harsh, sickly green against his natural melanin tone. doubling over in either pain or the sudden flow of too many drinks pooling in his system; whatever the emotion he was enduring was, he wasted not a second longer before hustling off into the large gathering of people. disappearing before his lips could slur the final word, missing from his dialect.

“hh..h fuck- my stomach is gonna explode, i'll catch you-” his gravely tone churning into the backdrop just as quickly as he initiated the conversation; the familiar hum of lyrics to a song you couldn't quite place your finger on replaced whatever words raihan had previously gargled out before dashing off towards the public restrooms.

your head feels like it weighs a metric ton this late into the night, threatening to tumble forward as if your neck had lost any and all of it's support. your eyelids pulling down roughly over your eyes like window shades before the sudden wave of loneliness hit you like a truck. fiddling with the collar of your dress-shirt was entertaining enough to fill the void that was the now empty stool, where your best friend once resided. but that quick fix subsided rather easily and the once overwhelming presence of boredom had returned to take a seat.

and then, so did she.

“shit, rai- back so soon? you alright?” your vision was foggy and adorned with blurry bits here and there— but it was still evident enough to make out that, whoever was indeed now in your friend's seat, was not the person you had chauffeured to the club with.

“damn, do i really look, that bad? it's me, y/n. the painfully better looking sibling. what did that idiot put in your drink?” the speech is followed by a laugh. it was a warm and inviting chuckle, one that seemed to relax every muscle in your liquor tense body the moment she parted her spit silken lips. you had been in her company earlier that evening, which made it a tad easier for your incoherent mindset to process it. but nevertheless it was hard not to distinguish who the women paying you a visit was at this point, even if you hadn't engaged with her previously; nessa was infamous for those enchanting looks. and in your dumbified state, those gorgeous navy locks tied together by aquamarine highlights were one of a kind and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the room of normal presenting citizens. though your brain didn't want to pick-up any of your surroundings, you found it quite easy to fawn over her in that ebony dress and the way it hugged her curves in all the right places.

“fuck.. nes' when'd you get so.. so.” you couldn't even find the energy or hell, the words to cough up the remainder of the sentence, you were so taken aback by how stunning she was, even behind your bleary, drunk eyes. but nessa wasn't oblivious— you were sure she had picked up the hint you had layed out so bluntly, and the warm palm slowly inching up your clothed thigh secured that suspension for you.

“not even so much as a greeting? you didn't even buy me a drink first; asshole.”

her words are firm, yet so light hearted at the same time; but just enough to set your arousal over the edge. your headspace so vulnerable to teasing that you're certain she knew what she was doing to your conflicted mind and body. her sly fingers are enough to coax you to shuffle your bar-stool closer to her's— not a single word wriggled around your throat in response, instead the tangy after-tase of alcohol still heavy on your tongue distracted you and you were sure the whole bar could acknowledge your intoxicated musk.

her features held so many different emotions at once, as she pryed you for a reply— trying to tell you each one obscured behind that pretty face, way too quickly for you to decipher. her brows furrowed quizzically, one tilted slightly higher than the other as her half lidded doe-eyes stared up at you like prey at a final stand off with their predator; just humbly surrending their body to the circle of life.

“hah, you're one to.. talk, nes' just because 'm out of it- doesn't mean my numb skin can't feel your heavy hand toying with my waistband.” the both of you swiftly changed direction, heads leering down at nessa's free hand. you were infact correct, you observed as the woman swirled shapes into the expensive leather of your belt. pulling bits between her fingers now and then as she silently struggled with the metalic buckle. your groin swelled tightly, gripping your boxers closer to the fat bulge behind your suit pants; it would take an idiot not to take notice of the wrinkled fabric secured around your aching dick. her skin felt like a furnace, contrasting your slightly cooler temperature— but with her body pressing so desperately to yours, you were sure the warmth from her melted over onto your feverish flesh. the damp, sheen of anxious sweat made the fabric of your suit, dewy. sticking slightly against your hellish skin.

“mm, i guess i was wrong about the greeting part— hello there, you look happy to see me.” not a hint of shame obscured her voice, you're miserably watching nessa shift her weight as she now palms at the mound between your legs. you've seen countless renditions of this night loop in your head, but now that the scenario is a reality; it's agonizing to try to contain your primal urges, face to face. it's a chore not to profess all the vile things you wanna carry out with her, but she's already one step ahead. that glare is dangerous, it makes you feel like she's trying convey that the two of you are already in on something devious.

“let me take care of you.. y/n.”

“let me treat you, nessa.”

the both of you drawl out in what would be perfect unison if your mind wasn't foggy and running slower than usual. you had both finally voiced the elephant in the room, the one which was just positively dripping with thick tension up until this moment in time. you're still squirming under nessa's grip, she can feel you whine and pant everytime she gives your cock a light squeeze between her fingers and it's not long before the two of you are absent from the bar and clawing at one another's linen around the corner. closest to any vacant area within eye-shot. well, as vacant as a small room seperated from the bustling club-life can get.

did you think the night would come to a close with your friend's sister skillfully sucking the soul out of your sloppy cock? not in a million years, but you'd be damned if you didn't want it to end on any other note. nessa fell to her knees before the two of you even made it out of view— planting herself in-between your thighs like she was a trained professional; no flaws in her technique as her tongue slid obediently from her mouth and latches onto the moist fabric masking her mouth's destination. nessa's fingers are long and slender, as they snake up your hips and meet at the belt tangled around your waist. you can feel your cock pumping against the seams of your pants, the uncomfortable sensation making it appear as though you'd rip through the cloth if your cock was imprisoned a second longer.

with the head-splitting atmosphere of the club playlist stretching and stuffing your ears to the brim with fast pitched edm that made your skull pound and jitter. as well as the added hum of the gym leader whispering inaudible nothings against your bulge as she at last pushed your pants down, and past your ankles; material getting caught on the fancy design of your shoes. you felt like you were on the brink of death, but the enticing appeal of hooking up with your best friend's relative kept your iron-will alive long enough to rough it out and pass the irritation that came with being black-out drunk.

your storm of worries fizzled just as quickly as they sprung up, maybe it was the alcohol but you swear this girl had the hands of the divine; you were washed away into infatuation once more. nessa's teeth hike up your boxers until they meet the waistline, pulling down on the hem with a familiar aggressiveness as she relishes in the way your big dick pops to life and looms over her lustful features; all chubby 'n decorated with veins fer' her viewing pleasure.

“shit.. i'm gonna have so much fun with your cock. you wanna make your stupid slut already? my mouth is just asking for it.” the first piece is low and almost voiced as if it was meant for her ears only— but the second half is most definitely directed at you; as she tilts her head to plant a few delicate lovebites along the base of your shaft. fingers looping gracefully around your hilt as she admires the girth you carry.

“fuck..” you hiss, cock twitching violently as you pleaded with sinful eyes. she had barely started her reign over your dick before guttural groans and mewls slid past your lips. the sensation of her tiny tastebuds as they trailed over the little glob of pre-cum that drooled from your cockhead was insatiable. the sudden action sent your hips forward almost automatically, like they instinctively acted on impulse; it felt so right. merely a few inches breached past her lips but there was enough speed and prowess in your thrust to drag a surprise gag from the mouth attached to your dick.

impatience was on the horizon, the buzz from copious amounts of alcohol had knocked down a few pegs. you were now fully aware of the figure positioned at your feet like she was praying for a god, and soon you'd make her chant like she was being fucked by one as well. broad fingers clamped down, squishing both sides of her jaw while simultaneously easing your length deeper, and deeper down her gullet like your dick was her last meal on earth. you throw your head back before letting it fall forward against the wall, watching those desperate dark iris' pool with puddles of lust that seem to be neverending.

“come'on princess, you know how badly you want this-- you gonna let me ruin this pretty throat?” you thumb over her warm cheeks, eyes glossy and threatening to ruin the simple makeup she applied before she arrived. the uncomfortable stretch of her esophagus molding as your cock fills the empty gaps in her throat with every inch you have; is one that isn't unfamiliar to her. dragging your pulsating veins along the dip in her mouth, her tongue greedily laps up any and all of the skin yet to be consumed by her.

“jesus.. fuck, oh fuck. take it, nes'. shit.” your cock fully slips into her, heavy and swollen as it spears her right down the middle; eyes rolling back into her skull as it's just too fucking big. bigger than anything she's previously had inside of her, anyway. your core bleeds with spots of warmth as you take the time to bask in the way every individual wall in her mouth feels as it constricts you almost painfully. sucking you in before she slides you back out of her throat once more; repeating the tedious cylce that has the two of you in a heated frenzy.

despite all the sudden and erratic pain, nessa bobs her head in sync, coaxing you to go as deep as humanly possible. rocking your hips as they snap against her face with every good fuck you give her— watching yourself grow rapidly from the outside of her neck, the moist skin now holding a curved bump near the middle. nessa takes the initiative. removing a hand from one of your thighs, she uses four fingers to lightly push and stroke the bulge; almost as if she was jerking you off while you ravaged her inards.

she knew exactly what she was doing, and it had you riled the fuck up.

you picked up the pace, delirious from the amount of stimulation your precious cock was receiving. with your erection fully encased by her face and your dick bouncing off the gummy walls of her gullet, you could tell her throat was already forming bruises with a throbbing soreness to compliment, time come the morning. your rough hands dig behind the back of her head, hands feeling lost amongst her ocean of hair— beautiful locks just perfect for pulling. you yank her face forward, lowering yours as well to not only established authority but to get your point across to the cockdrunk slut mindlessly slobbering all over your messy shaft.

“mfph-- please, cum.. i want- all!” you can just barely string together what sounds like whines for more— i guess she can sense just how close the knot in your stomach is to bursting because she grips the back of your thighs and tugs them forward with whatever coherent muscle strength she has remaining. just in time for the tension in your core to coil tighter and tighter, the lowerhalf of your body trembling with all the signs of an incoming orgasm.

“does my dumb little girl wanna be fucked, that, bad? hah, fuck nes' what would your brother think?” you mock so cruelly, totally disregarding the fact that there is a slim possibility, raihan is searching for the lost pair. and it just so happens that nessa's poor little brother had been observing for a little over half the engagement. fist wrapped around his pathetic cock, suit collar pulled between his fangs, ocean blue eyes fixated on you; your hip strength, the way you rolled and plunged balls deep into his sibling. his body felt so empty, only riding his high off the two of yours', praying he'd finish before you caught him lurking like a sleaze. it was so unfair, why did nessa get to taste your sultry cock before he did?

you can feel the bass reverberate in nessa's throat as her lips nip at your hilt, impatiently trying to babble out a response adequate enough to your liking. her mind is flying, no correct sense of direction as it attempts to form a reply, but all that breaks past the barrier is a few pitiful mewls. her nose is burried in your pubes and she's lost all feeling in her throat, only motivating her to show off the lump on her neck even more. you watch as your length disappears into the depths of her mouth for the hundredth time that night, hands pushing down the lacy strap of her dress in a last ditch effort to find something other than her hair to latch onto for support. her scalp is on fire and she can only accept the stinging sensation as the roughness of your thrusts increase in magnitude.

the club is filled to the brim with lewd moans and needy pants; those of which included raihan's. every inch of her esophagus is being used— you happily ram your cock down her throat a few more times, your balls were quivering wildly. contracting and spasming, boiling with a fat wad of potent seed all ready to venture inside of her. nessa squeals, feeling a thick bulge travel up the length of your cock, up to the head and straight on her tongue; some spurts flowing down her neck while the rest collected in her mouth. painting her insides a translucent white that would surely stain.

just for good measure, nessa deep throats your empty dick with a few simple strokes; a white, sticky ring forming around the base of your shaft after she detached from your dick. a lewd pop, followed by a line of stringy saliva connected her lips to your bottomed out cock before she ruined the trail by letting her tongue lull from behind her teeth. letting you get a nice overhead view of her empty mouth, watching as the last bits of your load traveled down her throat and out of sight for good.

“god.. such a g'girl. you sucked on my cock so nicely, princess. wasn't that a way to end the night?” a blissed out smile creeps over your face, marveling in the aftermath you caused. you gave the right side of her face a few taps from your cock— dried tears and sloppy makeup tainting her cheeks. cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, as a cocktail of her own spit and your semen coats the back of her throat. it was all one big look of;

euphoria.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Thank God It’s Friday

Summary: Three days on repeat to save their sister before it's too late, but they need to realize sooner or later you can't save everybody.

Warning: Suicide(mentioned and done),accidentally murder, tw, blood, gore,spelling mistakes

Tagged: @spnquotebingo @nooneno @ampal98 @fandom-fanfiction-reblog

Part 2 of What's Worse Then Tuesday? Plz read pt.1

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Her skin was pale scars littered her body, but the cause for the lack of completion were the vertical cuts from her wrist to the nook of her elbow one arm was over the edge of the tub while the other turned the cold water a red dark enough the only thing seen was a outline of her body. His scream was earth shattering as if he has never seen her die before, but he doesn't get another chance like before he can't beg the trickster to be merciful and allow her to live to go back exactly to the Wednesday before save them both. Sam would give anything to go back to Tuesday, because this was so much worse.

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Dean rushed into the room not long after the sight made him sick to his stomach, but he pushed through and walked fully into the bathroom as he wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed laying her down. For the first time in a long time he kneeled on the side of the bed and prayed to anything that would listen to his plea. "Give us a do over. Sammy had his chance to save me now let us...together save her." He had his eyes screwed shut his breath uneven. "Please Trickster? God? Fucking Satan! We need more time!" The flap of wings went unnoticed as a familiar voice spoke in the silent room.

"I'm truly flattered you said me before God and the Devil. Warms my heart." The Winchester’s heads snapped up at the man laying on the bed opposite of Dean a sucker in his mouth and a arm propping up his head. "You son of a bitch! You tricked me!" Sam shouted as he went to hit the trickster when he got flung back. "I did not trick you into anything." The shorter man denied as he opened up a new lollipop replacing the stick in his mouth. "You did everything willingly. I told you your sister wouldn't be there she wasn't included in your back to the future snafu." Sam froze as he thought back trying to recall what he said while his older brother looked at him with shock. "You did what?!" The dirty blonde shot up from his kneeling position. "You traded Y/n's life for me!? You left her to die here like this?!Alone!!!" Dean was fuming while pushing Sam's chest. "No? No! Of course not you were dead not Y/n she was on a hunt away from everything. He told me she was running herself into the grave not that by going back to today time would keep moving forward for her." That's when the tallest Winchester turned to the man laying next to his sisters corpse. "You sent everyone, but her back. Why? I thought she was your favorite!" The supernatural creature sighed while playing with her damp hair. "She is my favorite not even a bump in the road like death can change that, it sure wouldn't bump you morons up a place, but you needed to learn a lesson to a pop quiz that about to come up out of nowhere at any moment to bite you." Gabriel looked at them.

Dean reached over to him and smacked his hand away from her h/c hair. "Don't fucking touch her." He snapped as the trickster raised his hands in surrender. "Can you help us get her back?" Dean was trying to avoid looking at the still body infront of him. "Nope not a chance. Samsquatch got not one, but two chances to save you after I warned him. He asked to get to Wednesday well here we are!! Missing one just like last time." The man stood up popping his joints as he picked up Y/n's personal hunting journal flipping through pages. "That was Sam. You never made a deal with me." His honey gold eyes looked up. "Yes I did. You're alive aren't you?" He gave a chuckle about to skim the tea stained pages again. "The deals involved me, but this is my second day ever seeing you in town and we've never made any deal." The eldest Winchester licked his lips nervously. "Fine! But let's make the rules clearer this time." Gabriel sat the journal down and paced the room grabbing the discarded suicide note. "She wrote this on Friday two days before she died and it took you three days to discover her body." He crumbled the note tossing it over his shoulder before clapping his hands rubbing them together. "So let's even those numbers hm...instead of reliving one day you'll be sent to Friday until you save her before Monday. Two days..two and a half if you're lucky, so you have more time before your heat of the moment. "

Dean hummed. "That doesn't sound so bad." He thought it would be easy two people trying to keep her alive for three days. "There's a hiccup she wasn't here Friday. So you need to rub the two brain cells you both share and find her and keep her not suicidal." Gabe picked at his nails. "And small hint for you guys. She was tracking something while here and it wasn't just me so don't go to her directly because technically neither of you should be there." He smirked as paused in the center of the floor. "So your putting us in another loop until what we give up?!" Sam spoke for the first time in awhile. "No just until you realize everyone can't be saved..." The long hair male stood up looking down at the trickster. "Why? Why can't I have them both why them?" He chocked up a bit his breath wavering. "Because everyone doesn't want to be saved." With that he snapped his fingers.

Friday 7:30 am

"My legs are dangling off the edge!"

Sam shot up as he looked around the room was the Sam as if they never left. "The bottom of the bottle is my only friend!" He heard the radio and someone else. Dean sat at the table drumming his hand. "I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone gone gone gone." Sam looked at him in horror as he shut the radio alarm clock off causing his brother to look at him in relief. "Dude that song hasn't turned off for almost two hours that was like the millionth time it's played I think." Dean got up from the table holding up a newspaper with red marks all over it. "There was three cases in the area with this hotel being in the center of them. Did she ever tell you anything about what she was doing?" The oldest Winchester asked as he handed his brother the paper. Sam thought back to all the voicemails he could have easily opened his phone to listen, but he deleted them all. "She talked about wanting to still hunt, how the trickster was a dead end, and...and that all I can think of." He was a horrible brother she called him just like she did when he was at Stanford just to never receive a reply. History was repeated itself he pushed her way until she gave up getting closer. "The trickster said he wasn't the only creature she was looking for. He didn't say hunt, but looking for that means she might have been trying to find a witch or reaper." Dean rambled as he pointed to each of the cases. The tallest sighed as he ran a hand through his long hair. "She'll kill...k-kill herself on Sunday and we only have today to hunt what brought her here before she shows up and we don't know how she'll react to seeing us." He had a good point Dean was supposedly dead and Sam didn't even acknowledge her as if she was a stranger.

The hunt began they started with the witch two hours from the hotel. Driving down they realized it wasn't just a witch it was a coven how the hell did Y/n track down a coven was beyond them. The women quickly went to attack them, but they were no match to iron blades and bullets. The second oldest of the witches sat before them handcuffed in Iron shackles "Tell us everything you know about Y/n!" Dean demanded as the women chuckled blowing her red hair out of her face. "Shouldn't you know it all you are wearing her brothers skin?" She panted blood on her face as she looked at them just before her head snapped to the side with the fist that flew at her cheekbone. "Tell us why she'd come here clearly you know something." Sam shoved a paper that had Latin writing into her line of sight. "A resurrection spell that requires a lot of unholy ingredients." He stated which made her chuckle. "Oh! That Y/n yeah she called awhile back and told us she needs a spell...we owed her a favor so making some headlines was worth getting it done." The young women shifted her head at the spell books spilt on the floor along with viles and broken jars. "All that work for not. The moment she finds out there's no spell she'll fuck off to who knows where." Dean saw a phone abounded on the ground ringing as he pushed a iron rod to her throat. "You aren't telling her anything. She'll see the ashes of this place thinking it backfired, but till then everything grand." He picked up the phone and placed it on speaker.

"Hey Rosita! Sorry if you're busy mama wasn't answering. I'm heading to town from Big B's place after some rough and tumble,if you know what I mean. I'm stopping by yours after settling; do ya got that special something cooking in a witches brew while cackling evilly?" The boys almost crumbled at her voice as she spoke almost like talking to a old friend. "You know it beautiful. It'll be ready by tomorrow just as planned." They looked at her raising a brow at the witch what was...is their sister involved in? Half a year doesn't make bonds like this. "Thank you so god damn much, Hot stuff! Tell sisters and mom I said hi and ask her about that Huckleberry pie recipe she promised." Tears slipped past the witches face as she silently cried looking at her deceased family strung about. "You got it, bye." "Bye." The call ended as the women hung her head and cried not caring about the iron forcefully digging into her throat. The brothers stepped back from the weeping woman gazing at the massacre. Y/n wouldn't go to a monster for help if she didn't trust them they killed good witches that only did bad to fulfill a favor. "She'll kill you both masked as her brothers or not she knows a monster when she sees em." The redheaded witches cackled Dean pulled himself together and grabbed the spell books and went to leave. "We got to clean the place cops would be hear after all the noise of the fight." The brown eyed brunette nodded as his brother patted his shoulder leaving to baby. Sam slowly walked to the doorway his hands shaking as he ignited the match. "I'm sorry...it will all be fixed by Friday again." Dropping the lit match it created flamed track to the walls over each body consuming the room in the orange blaze. She'll be here tomorrow just got to make it to tomorrow.

The boys sat in the motel waiting watching looking for the moment she pulled in to the dingy motel settling just down the hall. A f/c 69' charger pulled up next to the Impala right at seven a figure silhouetted by the rising sun went to the trunk grabbing two bags before heading towards the front desk humming a song completely disregarding the other muscle car next to it. "Doesn't she recognize baby? She basically grew up in that back seat!" Dean was confused it made no sense. "Dean remember what the trickster said we technically weren't here today so maybe she can't see what wasn't here." Sam suggested as she came towards their hall to go to her room. "So what are we suppose to do just sneak around her to keep her safe like fucking guardian angels!?!" Dean was frustrated, but the sound of the doors lock made them both turn before running around like headless chickens before the door opened.

Saturday 5:30 am

Y/n slipped into the room gently closing the door. It was almost comical how they hid Sam looking around before hiding behind the floor length window curtains while Dean crawled under his bed. She looked around the room before walking towards Dean's bed she flopped onto it much like her older brother did, face first, before turning on her back raising up to sit she held her hands on her head as she tried and control her breathing. "I'm so sorry, De. I should be trying harder to save you. I hate to admit it, but I gave up after awhile nothing that went bump in the night scared me anymore I am brutal just like him and I-I don't like it and I know you wouldn't either." Dean listened intently at her voice he wanted to be right beside her. "I got exactly like this once after Sam left put everything into hunting to feel better, but you were there that time, to keep me and Dad from murdering each other, take me on late night drives to cool off, answer your phone each time I called... now you're gone and so is Sammy." Her breath hicked as she gave a watery chuckle. "It's funny how history lived through or written down can always be repeated I thought after everything it be different. He'd be different, but now I'm here alone without anyone god it's so much worse." The oldest Winchester wanted to hug her and never let go this was her last words to him a apology for nothing she could have prevented. "I'm using some of my old favors. From hunters I helped to monsters I saved this is my last half assed effort to be useful to give Sammy what he needs most and that's you, haha you Jackass, always has been always will be. The Winchester brothers against the world while their not even blood sister followed like a lost puppy." She leaned down further her hand going to the underside of the bed almost hitting Dean in the face grazing his nose with her nails. Her fingers wrapped around something gently pulling it free. It was Dean's colt it had the engravings and everything. "The myth is true they don't clean motel rooms. You owe me twenty buck." Pocketing the gun she stood up and walked back to the door she just came from. "Goodbye, Batsy..." she mumbled something so quietly he wasn't able to hear before she left to her actual room.

The brothers got out of their hiding spots they need to save her they can't fail her again. "Dean I'm warning you know that might not be the last time you hear that speech. We'll try to do this quickly, but we're not sure if this will be a one and done type deal." Sam said closing the bathroom door as Dean sat in next to the spot she was in touching it noticing that wrinkles were across the bed meaning she laid down. "She couldn't see our bags." He looked at the foot of each bed opened. The room looked occupied, but she didn't acknowledge it at all. "We don't have time to worry about it we need to see where she's going today. Clearly from the black magic she wasn't as over with your death as I thought." The tall brunette looked at the Latin books. "So we just wait around to see her decide to pick up a razor? Why don't I just knock on her door say the witchy mumbo-jumbo worked and I'm back." He went to leave the room when a body stopped him. "Clearly since my deal with the trickster went through it didn't work on her end. She might think you're a shifter or something." Sam had a point it took him threatening and begging after almost a year without Dean to get him back. Something must have gone sideways for Y/n and the witch.

Sunday Evening

It was the evening the next day and they were following the h/c haired Winchester around she sat in the same diner that Sam lived a vivid nightmare in. Dean caught a slight twitch in her face, but ignored it thinking nothing of it a man walked to her they talked for awhile and he left shortly after. Y/n tucked a notepad in her leather jacket and left the street became impossible to get through with the Summer crowd of people trying to tour the Mystery Spot. "Damnit we lost her." They couldn't stay like this they didn't even see were she went. Time was ticking it was almost Monday. Walking down the cleared sidewalk eyes watch them as the blindly try to track the mop of h/c hair.

Dean basically dragged Sam to the motel they waited in her room. It wasn't until later she was on her way back, but Sam has already locked and broke the bathroom door they just had to wait to restrain her. The door knob twisted and the fluorescent light of the hall shined in the dark room. She looked awful after they last saw her her skin looked sickly as she groaned like a zombie stepping past the doorframe. In Y/n's note she said she felt it all coming back the pain of a million deaths put her body threw hell. Dean stood up to grab her when his boot made contact with the table leg it made a dull thud, but the peace quickly turned to dark and twisted hide and seek. The oldest brother dived down as a bullets rang out Sam tried to get closer which was a bad idea with her hunter instincts dialed to a thousand she grabbed his arm flinging him over her shoulder into the dinning table breaking it. Dean got up on shaky legs before meeting the heated metal of a gun he just got pistol whipped and knocked out.

Brown eyes opened as he met the bright light of the room. "Why in the ever loving fuck are two leviathans doing in these parts? You missed the memo this is the more magical spells and tricks kinda creature unit, butt-ass fugly is three states over." A snort sounded from Sam's right to see his brother awake and bleeding. "Something up I've seen you two all day, but why do you keep changing skins can't you keep them for at least a week?" She picked up John's journal and flipped through pages. "We aren't leviathans we just need to keep you alive till 12 okay?" The signature Winchester look over came her face as she raised a brow. "What kinda fairytale bullshit is that? Will I turn into a real girly girl at the stock of twelve?" She chuckled pacing infront of them. Sam didn't understand last time a loop happened she believed him now she's so skeptical and trigger happy it reminded him of Dad the man that lived by shot first ask questions later and so thoughtful pasted it on to Dean. "I'm gonna tell you this. I'm gonna kill you then sell your skin because that shit is gold when in the right hands." A knife was brought to Sam's face as she pushed into the side if his face. "NO!" Dean shouted after hearing Sam hissing in pain as he planted his feet on the bed he pushed his chair back making Sam's go forward, but with the force it pushed Y/n backwards and landed her on the ground. The brunettes eyes widen as the scene unfolded.

Y/n fell towards the broken table as she fell on the protruding wood like a pit stakes. Pieces of the splintered wood cut up her arms with chicken scratch the lines beading pearls of red, but that wouldn't kill her the jagged table legs did though. One leg went just above her hip bone and the one parallel to it went through her neck she barley chocked on her blood before her breath faded into gargles. The damaged skin seemed to fade into something worse scars and open wounds of all types appeared like a cloak was removed from the surface. Dean struggled to get out the ties to get to her, but Sam just looked on looking just past her head to see the microwave clock say 11:59 in those neon green numbers. He closed his eyes as Dean yelled and cried this was the first, but not the last.

"My legs are dangling off the edge"

Dean's POV

My eyes snapped open as a gasp of air filled my lungs. Shooting up Sam was still asleep just like when I woke up last time. I kick the covers of going to the bathroom my hands shaking as I cupped the water flinging it in my face. "This was what Sam felt. She believed him she's always believed the craziest most logical things." The thought of Tuesday that they caught the trickster Y/n didn't question Sam bringing a duffle bag to the diner. "Even if I'm technically dead she'll believe in logic with evidence." He held in his hand the necklace she got after her first hunt a bullet pressed flat it was he favorite thing and he took it off her corpse. Only I knew about the full story about it how she killed her first demon.

I walked to the door just like before and tried to open the door. Looking out I saw the room exactly as it was reflected behind me stepping through and that stupid fucking song was still playing I turned around and just saw the same thing. "Please wake up, Sammy." I sat at the table and waited the radio clock repeated itself the words were getting stuck in my head how come only on Friday I can't sleep in, but on the weekend I could maybe it was due to the loop reset and my body woke up before Sam making it permanently that way. Well as long as I'm here. I start to think Sam was making a deal with the trickster on Sunday and she died, but she stayed lifeless in that tub for two full days before Wednesday came. A ring came from my pocket spoking me and a very manly yelp slipped past my lips. The batman theme sounded causing a grin to pull on my lips I answer it, but froze up unable to speak. "Hello? Shit this number must have been reactivated...um well sorry for the bother." With that the call ended before I could utter a single syllable. Pulling the phone away from my ear I look at the call log missed calls everyday from months and none of them had a voicemail attached...she called me knowing I could never answer, but unlike Sam she did it everyday like we always did when we were apart. I licked my lips...as I remembered what I always told her.

"Never mention monsters over the phone unless you know it's only going to be heard by me. So no voicemails about slicing a blood suckered head or digging up a corpse. I'll always call you back to hear ever detail, Robin." Her smile was bright in her hand she held a phone she was leaving going her own way a year after Sammy left. Three numbers were already saved on the device, but if he could have seen it now every letter of that contact list would be occupied with someone who owed her a life debt and didn't want her dead.

Slipping the phone in my pocket as I laid my head on the table starting to drum my fingers to the beat on the wood. At some point the words flowed out of my mouth. "My legs are dangling off the edge. The bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I slit my wrist again and I'm gone gone gone gone." My voice seemed to muffle the sound of the bed sheets ruffling. "What the hell man." Shooting up at the noise Sammy looked at me from his bed I can finally leave and start looking. "Finally awake I see. Now get dressed and let's get out of this room before I go mental." I threw the clothes he wore last time at him and grabbed Baby's keys. Going to the door I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath as I twisted the handle. Opening the door I peaked at to see the out side of the motel and the door number across form us. I'd never felt so happy to see the plain depressing walls of a cheap motel.

The while coven was tied up I stood infront of the girl that we questioned before. Everything was in tack this time and not a single drop of blood was shed. "We need to know everything on Y/n Winchester. She's coming to town tomorrow from Big B's place now if you can just tell us everything from what She's coming back to town for and how many she stops she has that would be best." The red headed girl giggled throwing her head back and in seconds the other witches followed. "Why should I tell a monster like you anything about my darling daughter?" My gaze hardened at the older women who I assumed was the mother of all or at least some of the girls in the coven. "She is a Winchester, a hunter that kills monsters like you." I scoffed at them as they giggled again. Sam stood off to the side looking at the books. "A child of this coven is a child of mine and a sister of theirs. We help and protect our own from hell beast like you." I hate to admit that I almost snapped if it wasn't for the phone call. "Right on time answer it!" I hold it up to the mothers face along with a iron rod. "Hello Mama Freya! I wanted you to know I'm heading to town from Big B’s before stopping by. Just wanted the stats on that...special stew?" Sam came closer listening intently. "It's all cooked up almost ready to serve just as discussed my child." I pushed the blade closer the flush on her neck turning red and it looked like it was boiling. "Thank you so much, Mama! Tell sisters I said hi and when I get there I want that Huckleberry pie recipe as promised." The women smiled. "You and your pie obsession, bye hun." A laugh sounded from the other end of the line. "What can I say it runs in my family, bye ma." I creaked a smile or as Sammy so kindly described. "Wipe that doofy grin of your face." I grumbled as I closed the flip phone. "Bitch."

Sam kept his eyes in the book. "A resurrection spell. Is it guaranteed to work or is it not all that creaked up to be?" His gaze panned up at the restrained group of witches. "It's very unprecedented for a human they might come back more monster then man too much unknown about it." Rolling my eyes I snap my fingers. "How about telling us something you do know witchy poo. Y/n clearly has a list of pitstops between wherever she is and in this town. So mind giving us names and addresses." I cock my gun holding it to her head knowing I loaded a iron bullet. "Oh and I'm not asking." It took longer then expected but we got a list. First up was a guy named Leonardo Grayson he wasn't that far out of town, next was the witches themselves so he must be Big B. After them it was someone called Gabriel, then a duo that they didn't know the names just that a man and a women that's as much as they knew.

Sitting in the hotel room I ran a hand in my hair. "She must be at this Grayson's house before she came here so if we head out early tomorrow we'll pass her on the highway and see what he offered her." Sam looked at the map on the table. "Dean you understand we can't go near her this time right. We—we killed her yesterday she was protecting herself like any sane person and we killed her." He rubbed his fingers on his cheek ghosting over where the cut would be. "Sammy we don't know what would have happened if she killed us first. N/n saw us a leviathans and if we died we don't know if we'd get a do over." I placed a hand on his shoulder no matter how pissed I am at him N/n was my main priority and getting out of this alive was all he needed even if she wanted nothing to do with Sam or hell maybe, both of us afterwards. "Don't worry Sammy she's a Winchester through and through she's stubborn as a damn mull." I hit his shoulder before walking over to my bag. We got work to do.

Saturday Morning

The sun barley peaked over the horizon the drive was more then a few hours it was silent on the car, but that was quickly dissolved when the radio crackled. It sounded so muffled and music was in the background of the static. "Never—back—trade—him—Bride—Queen of—" I looked at Sam confused that voice was female I was about to ask what the hell was that when second masculine voice spoke. "Ruler—unstoppable—return—live—die–" The sentences were to broken up to really understand it was Y/n and someone else. "—forget—who—them?" The voice became more clear it was like a old radio. "No—return—without—" That's when a car came zooming by like it owned the road that f/c. "What the hell is going on." I asked Sam looked deep in thought. "Maybe she was talking to someone in the car that's why we heard it on baby's radio and it got clearer the closer the car got to hers." That made some kind of sense, but what were the talking about.

Its late in the evening by the time we get to the address of this B guy a small cabin not super close to town as originally thought it looked abounded but the smoke coming from the chimney said otherwise. We sneak in with guns raised. I went upstairs and Sam stayed down stairs. There's a empty bedroom with both sides of the bed messed up male clothes were thrown around, but there was nothing really except for a slip of paper. Grabbing it I flip it over. "Had a great time last night and this morning. Thanks again for the shades, see ya later handsome." There was a kiss in red lipstick mark and maybe my temper was raising like hell flames. My sweet badass baby sister was in some man's bed last night it was clear no one was here so I rushed down stairs stuffing it in my pocket. Sam stood in the loving from looking at a weird flower. "Sam stop sniffing flowers nothings here." Opening his mother to speak both of us froze as the door swung open. A man possibly Sam's age with tattoos littering his exposed arms that held over his shoulders a dead animal bigger then anything I've seen. "Is that a fucking moose!?" I gasped in shock finally recognizing the animal he snarled throwing the hunt onto the floor like a sake of potatoes. I'm scared shitless and Sam looked paler then a sheet. "What monster has the nerve to come into my home!" His snarls turned into gutted growls as his teeth sharpened and his gray eyes turned gold. We broke into a alpha werewolf's home and we don't have that much silver to take him. "So I think I understand now Big B...Big Bad Wolf." I laughed nervously as he then launched at us both Sammy and I dive in opposite directions as and scrambled to run. Sam booked it out the front door while I went up stairs which was stupid, but Sam has speed on his side he'll out run me easy. It was Dark in the house now after he hit a master switch that turned if the lights of as he ribbed it out the wall.

I'm dead I'm so fucking dead. I would have guessed he went after Sam if he didn't shake the cabin with his angered steps. He can probably smell me, but we've searched this whole house maybe it was too spread out oh god please spread out. "Thought you were so high and mighty coming into my home to what? Kill me?!" I heard doors slam open I was on the window ledge the jump was to steep so I just had to wait. Then I heard a roar so powerful I almost slipped. "WHERE IS IT!?!" I frowned till it clicked I grabbed the note and never put it back. Shit shit shit fuck. The power steps faded and I stupidly let out a sigh of relief. Glass flew into my face and before the sound of the window shuddering could register a clawed hairy hand grabbed my throat pulling me back into the room. He dragged me down the stairs like a ragdoll before lifting me up and growling in my face as he gazed turned towards the open door. "I HAVE YOU'RE LITTLE FRIEND AND IF YOU WANT HIM TO STILL HAVE A BEATING HEART I SUGGEST YOU COME QUICKLY!!!!" He was dead serious as he slowly began to squeeze down on my throat I was close to backing out when a pair of foot steps made me look over their she was again a gun in her hand pointed at me well...again. "Leo put the blood bag down." The werewolf dropped me and I gulped up the air.

"He came for my head the bastard! Why is he still allowed to be alive, Luna?" Y/n walked forward caressing behind his ear and that seemed to calm him down enough to shift him back to his human form. "He wasn't after you. He came for me. Isn't that right, Twilight?" She stepped closer to me using the barrel of her gun to lift my head. "First of all I don't glitter in the light and second of all I'm trying to save you." I said and she almost howled in laughter. "Yeah and attacking my coven and my pup is really saving me. Good job want a gold star, jackass?" My mind froze it so different hearing her say those words these were her people and we've kind of attacked them. "It's not like that Robin we ju—" Her fist cut me off damn that hurt like a bitch. "Don't call me that. It's not yours to use." Hurt filled her e/c eyes before being replaced with anger. "I'm trying to explain. You went back to that damn Mystery spot and remember what happened last time? You and me— um your brother Dean died over and over till you woke up and only he died." I spoke fast and a flicker flashed in her eyes.

Come on N/n you gotta get those gears turning. "So what are trying to say the Trickster got you stuck in a loop and you're hunting me down to save your ass?" Damnit no no so close, but no. "The trickster thecandy eating bastard put us here and each time we wake up we have a new face, we're a new monster." Her brow frowned as her face seemed to be running over the sentence again before it hardened. "Grab him." She demanded and the guy picked me up as she cooked her gun looking around tense. "What the hell I thought we were getting somewhere!" I shouted. Y/n looked at me again with a flame that a well weathered hunter harbored. "You said us and we. Where's the others?" The banister of the stairs got a hole blown into it and splinters of wood flew as the two of them ran upstairs with me thrown over his shoulder like a bag. "DAMNIT DON'T SHOOT!!!" I yelled but it was no use. Y/n split up from us staying in the room while I was in the supply closet with the beast. He pulled knifes from between bathroom and cleaning supplies. He looked down at me. "Stay here." With a huff he ran out and most likely downstairs. I immediately left and went to find Y/n. A fight seemed to breakout on the first floor and guns fired and things being broken. Upstairs was a bust she wasn't there anymore, but the open window kicked my ass in gear. I ran downstairs and saw Sam about to shoot a round of silver at the werewolf when s/c arms wrapped around his neck strangling him.

It was a Rodeo and Sammy fought wildly like a bull to get her off he swung himself around trying to remove her from his back. "Sammy stop!!" I shouted as the shine of silver gleamed in the fires light. In a quick motion the knife was dug into Sam's shoulder. He yelled, but used the arm no longer around him to flip her over her back making content with the cobblestone of the fireplace and he drew his shotgun to fire at what I can only assume he thought was another wolf. Going to fire I grab his arm jerking the barrel up as it went off. It hit the mirror above causing it to rain shards of glass that hurriedly fell to the ground most cut and sliced at Y/n who was just below it. Her arms bleed in familiar places as she shielded her face. It all moved so slow like in all those cheesy action movies Sam cocked the gun again and aimed, her face was still hidden from the attack of glass, the metal shrapnel flew at her chest small pieces packed quite the punch. The hit blew her back into the roaring flames the flannel easily caught a flame her yells were haunting. "Y/N!!!" I yelled and ran to her pulling her free ripping my jacket off I pat her down, but it was too little too late the fire burnt her skin blisters forming on places not charred black her chest caved in from the close range of shotgun blast. S-she's dead a-and we didn’t even make it to Sunday.

Friday Sam POV

“My legs are dangling of the edge”

I sat up Dean sat on the ground his back leaning against the bed as his eyes teared up as he muttered the words of the song before looking at me. "Two days you've been asleep two days." I was shocked at his words. "The sun has been stuck like that for forty-eight hours, Sammy all because of you!!" The guilt in my chest seemed to just settled I shot at N/n and even after Dean called for me to stop I still fired and killed her. "I'm sorry, Dean. I-I didn't mean to." My throat felt like it was swelling as I spoke I've never directly caused any of Y/n's death in the loop like I accidentally did to Dean, but this wasn't a slip of the hand and a axe flying this was multiple rounds of silver. I got up and Dean shook his head and just sat on the bed having already been dressed. "Remember the guy from the Diner that N/n was talking to. We watched everyone who came into town so he was already here so we find him we can question him. He was the last one to talk to her." I said as I pull up my pants and all he could do was nod before walking to the door. This was taking it's toll on Dean watching her die just like we I saw him die, but something uneasy came over me at my thoughts I felt like this only for Dean and not for Y/n. I don't understand she would die seconds after him though seeing him die stuck with me. She should have been on my hip the moment Dean's final breath she could have followed, but I didn't care.

How the fuck can I think like that?! Of course I care about Y/n she's my sister. This isn't me she's my partner in crime, my reading buddy, and I abounded her again. How could I've been so stupid to leave her like we didn't share the same struggle. I forced her to lose all the family she had left because of revenge and she saw no point in staying with nothing to live for. "Sammy? Sam?! Dude I got a hit!" I snapped out of my daze. Looking at Dean, when did we get in baby? "What?" He rolled his eyes as he pointed to the bag in his hand. "While you were in la la land Goldilocks I got food and guess who decided to take a stroll–" He pointed out the windshield at a man with his back to us walking down the street. "Are man of the hour." Looks like we've got work to do.

Kidnapping is against the law, but dammit we need answers. Removing the bag for his head wide blue eyes flickered between us scared he screamed behind the gag as he struggled. We did the monster test and nothing came up so we had to wait for him to wake up. Removing the cloth gag he gasped as before spitting out questions. "What the hell is happening?! W-who are you? Let me go!" Standing in front of him my eyes boring into his what is he. Looking over at Dean he pulls out his gun putting it to his head. Tears rolled down his face as he closed his eyes bowing his head. "Please don't kill me I have a family!!!" He shouted as he tried to move away from the barrel. "Just tell us how you know, Y/n." I said as he opened is eyes that were tinted a slight red. "I-I don't know who tha–" The sound of the gun cocking cut him off. "Bullshit start talking before it gets ugly." Dean demanded and the man shuddered as he seemed to start crying his shoulders quaking with each wet hiccup. I gave Dean a bitch face this guy definitely wasn't the same person. As I went to stand up and take the gun away from him small bubbling laughter replaced the crying.

His shoulders showed his restraint, but a booming laugh that caused both me and Dean to take a step back. I kept my eyes on him avoid Dean's I told you so glance. "She'll never come back to you guys. After all she's to busy in bed with me." A shit eating grin pulled at his lips. Maybe I should have grabbed the gun from Dean. The revolver was pushed in his face and all the guy did was grin leaning into it. "Pull it, Dum-Dum." When he didn't pull the trigger he pushed the gun out of his face. Wait his hands were restrained. With a snap of his fingers the Trickster was standing before us. "You guys can't get enough of me. Sorry not enough for you losechesters well except for the little one of course." I grabbed the gun from Dean this time before he can shoot the supernatural creature. "Why were you with her on Sunday? What lies did you tell her, huh!?" This trickster was starting to piss me off. Was he interfering with the loop to play with us. "We only had a little chat. Exchanged numbers to connect later." That didn't make sense she killed herself why would she give out her number if she planned not to use it...unless she didn't commit suicide, but that didn't make sense. "Come on Samsquatch use that brain you claim you have. Your getting closer to the answer." The shorter male said. "It wasn't suicide it was something else." I said and the monster sighed throwing his head back. "I put the answer on a tee and you still manage to miss." Snapping his fingers he placed the red licorice in his mouth. "Then what is it then?! What am I missing? Tell me." Those golden eyes rolled as he walked up to me his eyes screaming mischief. "Fine I'll tell you."

Dean stepped in. "What's the catch?" The man hummed chewing slowly. "If I tell you. You get one more go around and the outcome stays. Does that sound fair? Three full days and you know exactly were she is all three of them." I tried to contemplate it we are starting better off knowing on Friday she was with the wolf, then came into town Saturday possible doing research before heading to the witch coven, and finally Sunday sitting at the diner returning home late at night to her room. Somethings weren't accounted for, but better start. "Deal!" The shock of the apple green eyes and the smug smirk on the tricksters face made me want to retract that statement. "Perfect! She did kill herself in that tub, but not from depression from Dumbs death like her letter made you believe or the abandonment from Dummer, that's you, so there's your answer." He tried to leave when I stopped him. "That's not the whole thing! Tell me the whole truth!!!" I yelled and all he did was grin. "You asked to know if it was suicide or something different and I told you plus some. Our deal never included all the answers." Holding up his hand he snapped his fingers. What have I done, again?

My eyes flutter open as I silence my alarm. The arm around my waist squeezed me and I turned around coming face to face with steel blue eyes gazing into me. "That alarm us depressing as hell." His gruff voice said as I chuckled laying my head on his bare chest. "Yeah, but I couldn't keep waking up to rock anymore." I smiled sadly Enter Sandman was my original alarm sound, but I couldn't stand hearing it anymore and I was so close to throwing away my cassette tape collection because every memory tied me to Dean and they only mocked me as someone that watched her brother died in their arms and was left behind. "Enough with the sad thoughts, Luna." The rumble of his voice pulled me out of it. "No sad thoughts here I'll be fixing it all soon, pup." I kissed up his neck causing his chest to vibrate with a purr that was so rough it sounded more like a growl. The world spun as I was pinned down looking up at him I raise a brow hooking my leg behind his knee flipping us. "Oh pup my turn to in charge." What a fun way to start other morning.

Finial Loop~ Y/n POV

“My legs are dangling of the edge”

After taking a shower Leo went in after talking about needing to hunt soon. "When I get back promise me a fantastic dinner, Leo!" I shouted and he gave a yell of agreement. I pull on some clothes fixing my hair and face. Taking a slip of paper from my journal I write a small note before kissing it. Grabbing my bag I walk down stairs looking at the vase plant. My eyes unfocused as I saw a unclear blurred image of a man examining the plant before turning around and fading away my vision focuses again and I shake my head. What the hell was that? I step closer taking the large bundle of the same flowers next to it. Wolfsbane wasn't as common as people assume and it doesn't ward off werewolves it gives them a boost actually making newly turned one's have more control over themselves and pure-bloods a extra kick. Within my hand was far more then any werewolf could consume at once. I leave and get into my car...I wish I got baby, but Sam just left one day so I had to find my own and Dean would be proud of the beaut I found opening the trunk I throw the bag in keeping the bundle of flowers in my hand. Starting the car I take one of the violet/blue flowers and I start chewing it bitter and gross, but to finish this by Sunday I had to work.

“The bottom of the bottle is my only friend.”

As I drove I turned on music drumming on the steering wheel. "I don't think you trust. In...my...self-righteous suicide. I...cry...when angels deserve to DIE!!" I was bobbing my head to the drums. "All of them deserve it, darling." I snapped my head to the side in shock before calming down reaching to lower the music. "Crowley a pleasure, but what have I told you about the whole appearing and not making yourself seen before talking. Next time I'll make a devils trap." He raised his hands in surrender as he chuckled a glass of scotch in hand. "Do you have what I was required?" I rolled my eyes as I lifted up the wolfsbane and stuck out my tongue to show the purple hue. "Yeah and the veil. A-are you sure this is going to work? I know its a little to late to stop now, but its just..." I sigh the words not coming out a hand rested on my shoulder and I gave a hum in content. "Everything will be different I won't be able to turn around. Things will never go back to the way it was after I do this whole trading places for him huh?" The Scottish demon shook his head and I gave a dry laugh. "I'll become the fucking Bride of Frankenstein with all this supernatural shit juicing up my soul the Queen of monsters if you will." I glanced over at him as he nodded in agreement a small grin pulling at his lips. "Ruler of them all my dear truly a unstoppable force that morons soul will be returned no contract attached and he may live again. All you must do is die and once in hell you'll become whole." He said taking a sip. A car came down the lone road and as it started to pace my mind slipped into my inner thoughts of how I got here.  All of this started months ago I was trying to find a way to sell my soul for Dean, but all demons refused and it wasn't until the King of crossroads and I struck up a deal was any progress made. Our deal was unlike any other. No hellhounds were doomed to rip my soul from my body and I learned the true reason that I was unable to make a deal. My soul had something special I was destine to be the Winchesters saving grace, but to do that my soul could no longer be human.

Letting the memory fade the black car no longer in sight which was odd I just get back to the conversation. "Will I you know...forget about them? Forget who I am to them?" Crowley frowned slightly at my question before speaking up. "No my sweet clover you'll remember and you can return just you must live without them on your own, but your use to that. Aren't you?" I sucked my teeth and nodded my head this was for my brother Dean and Sam to reunite them and get out of the way. "Do you have what I need?" I asked and a silver flask was pulled from his jacket shacking it slightly. "The blood of a hell born beast." His words made me look over all I needed was two more things and it'll be done. I grab the flask about to open it a drink when his hand stopped me. "You already look sick from the other ingredients and you aren't even halfway done with consuming them all. Wait till you get to your witchy friends to help." I nodded as I look down the long road turning the music back up.

"Why have you forsaken me? In your arms forsaken me in your eyes forsaken me oh!"

Time skip Saturday Morning~

I pulled into the the motel parking as I tried to even out my breath. Stepping out I close the drivers door and get my bag from the back. I saw a flicker of a car next to me, but my eyes must be playing tricks on me. I walk to the respiration desk and get a room key funny enough it was the room I was originally supposed to be in, but it was unavailable last time so I slept on the lumpy sofa. I walked down the hall, but freeze infront of the door checking to see if anyone was looking I pick the lock the sound of a slight shuffle didn't stop me though. The door swung open the light of the sun illuminated the room enough it looked just like it did the day we were going to leave minus the once messy beds. Setting my bag down I walk over to the bed Dean slept in and flopped on it my body doing a small bounce.

The covers almost felt warm underneath, but I chalked it up to the direct sunlight it was getting. I flip over and sit up cupping my face in my hands letting out a deep breath tears starting to well up. "I'm so sorry, De. I should be trying harder to save you. I hate to admit it, but I gave up after awhile nothing that went bump in the night scared me anymore I am brutal just like him and I-I don't like it and I know you wouldn't either." My voice hitched as the salt water built up. "I got exactly like this once after Sam left put everything into hunting to feel better, but you were there that time, to keep me and Dad from murdering each other, to take me on late night drives to cool off, answer your phone each time I called... now you're gone and so is Sammy." I give a watery chuckle at the thought of Sam my supposed brother. "It's funny how history lived through or written down can always be repeated I thought after everything it be different. He'd be different, but now I'm here alone without anyone god it's so much worse." The sun seemed to warm my body in some type of embrace a feeling that I've missed and have been craving it felt so close and personal I could almost return the hug, but no one was there not anymore. My anger that I held towards Sam for so long turned onto me after a few months I wasn't enough to him after Dean left maybe I was never enough. "I'm using some of my old favors. From hunters I helped to monsters I saved this is my last half assed effort to be useful to give Sammy what he needs most and that's you, haha you Jackass, always has been always will be. The Winchester brothers against the world while their not even blood sister followed like a lost puppy." I leaned down slipping my hand on the underside of the bed my fingers gently wrapped around and pulling it Dean's colt free. "The myth is true they don't clean motel rooms. You owe me twenty buck." Pocketing the gun I stand up and walk back to the door. "Goodbye, Batsy. See ya soon." I close the door with my bag in hand I got to my own room. After the long drive I want to take a small nap before heading over to the coven house I already called her Friday.

Knocking on the door of the house a tall women with long red hair opened the door before I can greet Mama she pulled me into a tight a hug and I went limp in her hold resting my head on her shoulder breathing in the smell of saga and rosemary. “My child you've finally arrived.” She released me from the hug pulling me into the cozy home. It looked normal in the front area, but after stepping into the living place it screamed witch. My “blood of the coven” sisters quickly came over and we all started chatting like a bunch of high school friends I wished Dean could see me now in a share circle talking about boys while a mother figure was in the kitchen making lunch for us. He’d be happy for me I’m being normal grabbing a slice of that apple pie life like he’s always wanted for us, but God if he only he knew I would throw all of this away the happiness,normality,my lifd to be with him again on the road or states apart just knowing he’s there if not for me,for anyone is all I’ll ever need. We all ate and laughed before testing the spell the liquid looked like tar and the consistency wasn’t far off. ”It will take a month to work just like you wanted. When you feel the time is right drink it all don't leave a single drop or I'll kill you myself.” Mama Freya threatened and I quickly nodded taking the bottle. “Hey mama I was wondering I have all these ingredients I need to take, but they are..” I shiver thinking of the taste of the metallic blood going down my throat or the skin rudder and tough stuck in my teeth. “Hard to keep down can you put them in a easier form to swallow?” She smiled as she took the bag of ingredients taking each items one at a time and it was like looking at a rainbow of pills I dig through my bag finding old pain killer bottles,orange prescription bottles,and a empty baggies that I haven't cleared from my bag to hold them all. Over twenty full bottles and five baggies of the small rounded and capsual shaped objects.

"Its getting late Mama I best be on my way back to the motel. I still have two more ingredients." She nodded sadly and hugged for what felt luke the millionth time since being here. Haha millionth is over exaggerating and it sounds like something Dean would say. "I'm going to miss you girly. The place won't be the same without you." Her face was that of a mother mourning the lose of a child that simply is leaving the nest not about to do the unthinkable and leave this earth. "I'll be back before y'all even notice I'm gone. Scouts honor." I raised my hand and gave a grin. "You better be I'll have more pie baking waiting for you." My eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. I nodded quickly as I went to say by to my sisters. "Good night everyone." I heard various shiuts as I closed the door walking over to my charger I look into the glass of the drivers door and see the house behind me in flames. Snapping back around it was completely fine...what the hell is going on?! I got in the car and drove back to the motel maybe hallucinations are a side effect. I just need to sleep it off like a hangover.

Sunday Moning

I woke up early for breakfast and my meet up with Gabe. Rolling out of bed I get ready I gaze at the full bottles and baggies and I dump half of each in my hand setting them aside as before grabbing a glass...water or whiskey? It was morning and I wanted to semi walk straight so I went with water. Taking it all down with atheist to glasses of water I get up and leave walking to the dinner seeing no point in driving. It was weird walking down the same sidewalk that I once shared with Sam and Dean each step was painful and it was like the feeling all those months ago is coming back in waves. I'm sure if I stayed in the same room it would be ten time worse. Ignoring the pain I stepped in the dinner looking at the menu,but someone sat in front of me just as the waitress came up. "She'll have a short stake with your meat lover omelet and a black coffee. I'll take your Nutella pancakes as a large stake extra nutella and a hot chocolate." The women quickly wrote that down not even having to say a word and left looking up from the plastic covered menu my e/c orbs met molten gold ones. "You know I just get all tingly when you take charge like that." I give a flirtatious smile as her winked at me. Chuckling I set the menu down giving him my full attention. "So trickery archangel what is it like?" He looked shock for a second before recovering. "I knew I liked you for a reason,smarties. My angelic looks?" Gabe tried to smolder,but I just sighed letting out a breathy laugh. "Since the trial started I've noticed your energy and power is stronger yet more pure then any other trickster." I said and he gave a nod.

"So that's why you called me back to this hell hole to confront me. Boo I was hoping for a little more bedroom eyes and less business tone." Gabriel said as his stake of chocolate on chocolate pancakes were sat infront of him as he then drowned it in make syrup. Mine were sat down as well,but I started on the omelet first. "Not really to confront you but to ask for something. When we met last time I told you about the trial and what I needed after trying to kill a trickster buddy of yours. Now that I know you have not just angel blood,but trickster mojo mixed in I was wonder If I can have some." He paused setting the syrup down and gazing up at me. "Alright no biggie have had worse things wanting my blood." Snapoing hus finder he held a vial of blood that glowed slightly and handed it over. I was a little shocked that was alot easier then expected,but I won't look a gifted horse in the mouth. Suddenly I felt like I was freezing up someone was watching us giving Gabe a look he got the idea and we stopped speaking about supernatural and continued to eat. As we both finished I pulled out a notepad and pen. "Tell me were to find you I'll see when we can meet." Gabe nodded and wiped his mouth. "10236 Charing Cross Road, Los Angeles,CA~" I wrote it out and as I read over it my eyes turned back up I gave my best bitch face at his smug grin. "The playboy mansion?" He gave a smirk as we both stood up. "What can I say the ladies love me." I was tempted to hit him with the notepad,but went against it as I put it back in my inner jacket pocket. "Later Gabe. Don't get in too much trouble I'm not saving you." I placed the money on the table. "I wouldn't dream of it,Angel."

I left with that the eyes I felt on me earlier followed me out of the dinner. Diving into the crowed weaving between people I keep going before dipping into a alley getting to the opposite side to a different street. I had one more meet up for the day

Time skip

The warehouse was worn down,but it was the only place far enough for this. Opening my phone I dial Crowley's number. The moment it rung once he appeared infront of me along with his mother. "Hello Rowena." She smiled at me stepping closer hugging me. Whats with the hugs today? "Oh you wee little las! So precious!" Her hands cupped my cheeks as she looked me over. "When Fergus told me you were a Winchester I expected a brut of a lady,but not near this lovely." I peaked over her shoulder to look at Crowley with a elevated brow all he did was sigh and shack his head. Rowena finial stepped back as I brushed myself off. "Now on with business. How much is left?" He asked as I shivered at the amount of items I had to swallow. "Half of everything. Once I'm back at my room I'll take the other half then the spell." I said and Crowley nodded as his hand caressed his facial hair. "Shouldn't be long now,Clover. Dean will be back in three days time no strings attached." This was a relief if Dean saw me he would kill me before I got the chance to do it myself. "Don't worry,love hell isn't all bad." The redheaded witch said causing me to give a look.

"Yes day filled of torture and nightly strolls through the flames are quite pleasant." Crowley stiffled a chuckle as Rowena smiled. "She's feisty too,Fergus if you don't settle down with her no girl will be nearly enough." A choked gasp came from the demon as he coughed on his whiskey that he summoned. "Mother please not this. Not now." He was able to clear his throat enough to talk. "If not now then when Fergus?! You aren't getting any younger and I've lived enough life to at least see one grandchild!" She shouted. I gave a apologetic smile at the demon king's expense. Life with a mother sure had it's ups and downs. The arguing didn't stop so I took my leave Dean would find it funny if I ever told him 'So I witnessed a demon and a witch get in a argument about future grandkids' he'd eat it up. Anything I'd tell him he'd pay attention a hundred percent even if it bored the crap out of him. It's what good brothers do they stayed through all the shit good,bad,exiting,or boring. The don't leave.

Time skip Nighttime

I drove back to the motel feeling sicker then ever before it was the horrible withdrawal it was around time to take the rest of it and end it all. Arriving back I turn on the light it felt like someone was here,but it was so faint. I open all the pill bottles along with the glowing angle blood and look at the empty glass from this morning deciding on the whiskey instead to was it all down. Handful after handle I gulp them all down the bottles were empty and the alcohol was a third full. Looking at the vial of black I take a deep breath...it was time. Opening it I tilted my head back and let it slide down my throat it felt like I was trying to swallow a live slug. It was slow and almost agonizing,but it eventually went down. Taking in a deep breath I stand up with a slight wobble I grab my bags putting everything,but my journal and the empty bottles away. Stepping on the bed I slip the duffel bags in the air vent and fall back on the bed flopping. Dozen of empty pill bottles,whiskey,a knife,and a suicide note in a journal of what can only be chalked up as drug induced illusions it was perfect scene of a regular suicide.

Taking the small pocket knife that had no significance to be like the weapons in my bag I get up to go the the bathroom I closed the door,but didn't lock it wanted my body to be easy to find. Running the water I peel out of my close feeling the world spin on its axial. Once the tub was full of burning hot water I slide in the heat soothing the ache of my body and the steam clearing my head of the negative thoughts. I started with small cuts scattered randomly on my arms one for each day Dean was gone,one for each call Sam missed,one for each word I said in every voicemail,one for every monster I've killed on my own, and one for every day I lived without both of them. My arms looked horrible they were almost unrecognizable I couldn't even see my s/c skin with all the red til I dipped my arms in the water the water turning a dark redish pink. With a deep breath I dig the tip of the blade into the nook of my left elbow and pulled it down. I felt the tip of it graze my bone knowing I didn't just slice the vein,but that I cut it completely in half and then some. With each quick heartbeat the blood gushed out in new waves. I felt light headed,but made sure to give the same treatment to my other arm.

Letting my head rest against the Porcelain of the motel bathrooms tub I let my arms stain the water darking it with each pulse of blood. It would be beautiful and so satisfying if it was the dwindling of my life into the still water. I heard the faint sound of the front door being bashed open and then along with the slam of the bathroom looking up slightly I see boots,jeans,and flannels. Was that my heaven? Seeing them once before I fall to hell. Warm arms pick me up out of the tub their touch was so light yet so strong. I blacked in and out,buy the hum of the most beautiful engine made me smile as I looked around dazed. "I've missed you too,baby." My head must have been in someone's lab because a voice from above was speaking. "Stay....N/n....almost....awake!" The warm hands caressed my face and I leaned into it that voice was the one I've wanted to hear for months and not just through a voice message after every missed call. "See ya soon,De. I‐" My breath was light as everything started to fade. "-love...you." The faint grip that I had on life slipped away as I fell. Falling would have scared me if it didn't feel so good like I was just sleeping without the worry of a monster coming to kill me it was peaceful.

Dean PoV

Damnit we were losing her. "DRIVE FASTER!!!" I yelled at same the hospital wasn't far,but she already lost so much blood by the time we barged in. We didn't want to kill her like the first time breaking in and I knew the same if not something worse would happen if we tried to go in with her already inside. If we just went in sooner we would have enough time,more time, to save her and guaranteed shed make it. Now as seconds past it was looking bad really bad. Finally getting there was like a race to the finish I ran in with her wet wrapped in a towel and dripping blood they took her from me and rushed off with her. All the what if's popped in my head I couldn't sell my soul again for her nor could Sammy I won't let him,but she was dying...my little sister was dying in there and I had no power to help her.

Time skip

We sat in the waiting room and the Sum peaked through the windows shining bright. It should be fucking raining the best thing in this world was fighting for her life. A docter in blue scrubs came in specs of blood were evident and the grime look on his face said it all,but I didn't want to believe it. Y/n is a Winchester she'll pull through this. "Mr.Smith I'm afraid to inform you that your sister didn't make it. She lost far to much blood for us to perform a stomach pump and the inability to seal the sliced vain due to the severity of it proved to be a key factor. I apologize for your lost you may see her now." Both me and Sam stood up and followed him to a room it was smaller then a normal patient room,but it also didn't have any equipment like a normal one. No heart monitor to give me hope,but what would be the point it would beat not for her,not anymore. Her arms were wrapped,but it was blotted with blood still,her body was in a pale blue gown,and her skin was paler then a sheet. Somehow seeing her like this was more traumatizing knowing that last time I couldn't save her helped with the guilt and pain of it all. Just seeing N/n now knowing that it was within my arms she said her last words to me,knowing her last thoughts were about me It broke me more then anything. Sam was quite and silent tears rolled down his face I couldn't tell if it was from sadness or guilt both emotions were conflicted in his eyes. I walked closer to her kissing her forehead it was could tibthe touch as I pulled away. "We tried so hard to save her and she still died each time differently. And yet to every bad there's a worse. This is so much worse." Tears slipped from my eyes as I looked at her longer as I spoke to Sam. We left that cursed town taking her with us. Once we got to Bobby's we buried her not willing to give her a hunters funeral she needed something to get back into when we find a way to save her. I have to save her like she tried to save me.

I watched them bury me in a deep grave no smoke or flames either. Blinking away the black from my eyes I looked at Crowley on the throne in hell just a month earth time years hell time and I'll be back Dean. I'll comfort you like you comforted me in my last moments alive. Walking out of the throne room to my own little room in hell I hummed as song letting the words eacho in the halls of screams. "Thank God its Friday, 'cause Fridays will always be better then Sundays, 'cause Sundays are my suicide days."

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A/n: Part two is down. And you guys thought I'd make the emotional Rollercoaster end lol now you get more trauma!

Quote: "And yet to every bad there's a worse." —Criminal Minds

Hoped you enjoyed this. And please note something I didn't want hinted at in the warning this is fake suicide for a ritual and plz don't take it to heart when I'm using it repeatedly like in this part.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E5; Chapter Five, The Flayed - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Fem!Reader Series

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘱 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘠/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

📝: from the bottom of my heart, thank you guys for being so patient. A lot of you might know that I struggle with depression and while it's never been life-threatening, and still isn't, I do get really low sometimes. And it's been one of those times, unfortunately. It's also, at times, simply hard to write. I am trying though, so your patience and understanding have taken an unbelievable load off my shoulders! love you so much and I look forward to any feedback!!

⚠️: never thought I'd have to put this in as a warning pfftst but public urination 💀, also reader interacting endearingly with a cat lol [I know some people are either allergic and/or hate cats. Apologies, it is the Hendersons after all 😂]

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Code red, I repeat, code red,"

The words bounced off the four, endless concrete walls as Dustin paced, his voice disappearing into the endless abyss that was the elevator shaft. He had been trying for too long now to get a signal, an answer, anything. Well, anything other than the Russians intercepting his message.

"Does anyone copy? This is a code red, I repeat, a code red. This is a code red, I repeat, a code red. Does anyone copy? We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found, they will torture and kill us,"

"Hey!" Dustin's head shot over to the hatch in the floor at the unexpected response. Steve. "Gotta take it easy on that thing, okay? Gonna drain the battery."

"The mall just opened,"

"So?"

"So someone could be in range,"

"What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna repel down here and save the day?" Steve scoffs, beginning to hoist himself out of the hatch.

"Alright, why are you being such a cranky-pants after getting to spend the night with Robin?" He whispers.

Steve stills, going wide-eyed, and he shushes the kid. "Shh! Jesus Christ! Will you just give up on your creepy dream already?"

"I heard you guys talking all night," Dustin shrugs.

"Yeah. We were trying to figure out a way to open up the door while you children were sleeping. After eight hours..." he scoffs again, his voice cracking under the pressure of their situation. "we're still exactly nowhere, which is, you know probably just a little bit of the reason why I'm feeling just... a tad cranky."

When Steve reaches the far corner, his back to Dustin, Dustin, unfortunately, notes the sound of Steve's zipper as the young man undoubtedly prepares to empty his bladder.

"What are you doing?" He can't help but cry in disgust.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Steve grumbled. "I'm taking a leak. Look away. Look away!"

Dustin finally manages to snap himself out of his stupor and turns around with a grimace.

Down below, Robin studied the panel with furrowed brows before a trickling sound pulled her attention away to the far wall. Sure enough, in the far upper corner, she spotted liquid staining the concrete black as it trickled down the wall.

With great agitation, she called up to the perpetrator with disgust laced in her voice.

"Can you redirect your stream, please?"

No verbal response was given, only the trickle of said stream wobbling across the wall and out of sight.

"Ugh," she grimaced, turning back to the panel only for her attention to be stolen away again.

The sudden clanging of metal brought Robin's eyes to Erica who held the vile of mysterious substance in hand. Tongue poking out from her lips in concentration, she stood banging the vile against the shelf until it cracked.

Panicked, Robin raced to her side.

"Hey, hey! Be careful, careful, careful!" She urges, taking it from the girl's hands. "We don't even know what that is,"

"Exactly," Erica countered. "It could be useful."

"Useful how?"

"We can survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn't get water, it will die."

"I hate to break it to you," Robin said, holding out the vial. "but this is not water."

"No, but it's a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit, or dying of thirst," she plastered on a smirk. "I drink."

A tired laugh threatens Robin when the quiet, yet again, is disturbed. The sound is very faint, so faint she isn't even sure she was hearing it until she pressed her ear against the closed doors. Her stomach dropped.

"We've got company!" She alerts, popping up into view and alerting the Dingus Duo.

The two look down at the girl near their feet before meeting eyes. They needed to think quickly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The hum of the wheels barreling down the long stretch of halls finally came to a halt with a screech and a squeak of the rubber against concrete. The two guards stepped off the cart and made their way to the key lock to the side father wall in several sluggish steps. The key card slid into the lock with a satisfying click and the light shone a bright green. A deep, mechanic rumble took over the doors as they steadily crept for the ceiling and revealed... a rather scattered stack of boxes and nothing more. Boredly, they stepped inside to collect their first pile. The second guard paused, his nose scrunching up his face as a foul smell wafted over his nose.

"You smell that?" He asked.

His partner turned to him disgruntled, box in hand. "What?" He asked impatiently.

"Piss."

His friend lazily sniffed the air, getting mostly the smoke trickling off the end of the cigarette hanging from his lips. And the hint of something else. He shrugged, eager to move and get back to their post.

The second man followed in his footsteps, giving up on the strange presence of the odor, and grabbed a box. The two began piling as many packages as their little red cart could safely carry, neither of them aware of the four pairs of prying eyes watching them through the grated ceiling.

Dustin, Erica, Robin, and Steve sat quietly perched around the slit of grated lights that acted as a window into the elevator, waiting for the all-clear. The fluorescents from the elevator shone up into their fearful faces, each of them still trying to calm their racing hearts after their last-minute scramble into hiding.

Steve hunched over the grate once more, having to shift his weight in order to watch the guards leave with the last of the boxes. But he knew they weren't in the clear yet. It was safer to wait. He looked up at everyone around them, hovering a finger over his lips and instructing them so. Only for his eyes to land on Erica and the strange device she was still holding in her hands. Everyone's eyes followed, hers included, dropping to the sealed vial of the mysterious glowing substance the Russians were importing.

She had secured an extra. And Steve knew exactly what to do with it.

Steve waited as long as he believed they possibly could after the sound of the cart's tires pulling away for him to orchestrate their escape. When the sound of the elevator's door rang in their ears as well as the elevator shaft, his heart dropped into his stomach and he threw himself through the roof hatch and onto the elevator floor. As he landed, a shock jumped up his heels and all the way up his legs. Vial in hand, he dove to the floor and on his stomach, wedging the metal vial in the path of the closing door, Raiders Style. But he wasn't done yet. Without wasting a second, he gestures up at the hatch in the ceiling where the others were waiting to leave.

"Let's go!" He ordered, careful to project his whispered voice as the trolley cart travels further and further away.

He throws his arms out, catching Erica's backpack with no effort and chucking it under the door, keeping an eye on the vial before looking back up at Erica. She dropped to the ground noiselessly, heeding his instructions and scurrying under the door to her escape.

"Go, go, go!" Steve whispers urgently in his adrenaline.

"I'm going!" She cries, making it under the door, just as anxious.

Steve looks back up at Dustin dropping through the ceiling, and he does the same. One shaky hand waving him under the door as his troubled eyes dart between the boy and the now cracking glass vile. Following in Steve's footsteps, Dustin wastes no time driving for the floor. He wedges himself out in record time, trying desperately not to let the sound of cracking glass near his ears freak him out and slow him down.

When Steve was sure Robin was at least halfway out the door, he finally followed suit. He flattened himself against the floor, his nose inches away from the vial and his stomach flipped. Several spidery cracks were crawling up the glass like webs, threatening to break at any second. In one final burst of adrenaline, he threw himself the rest of the way, just in time to hear the popping of glass and the door slamming into the ground.

Each of them cried out in surprise at their quite literal last-second escape. And at the messy, hazardous sight the broken vial left behind.

They scrambled to their feet, huddling over the hissing cloud of glowing green fog that mingled with shattered glass. Whatever the substance had been, it was already long gone, sinking into the floor as it devoured the concrete like water on cotton candy.

"Jesus Christ," Steve gasped.

The reality of just how close and careless they had been with this substance was now just hitting them, and just how close they had been to touching it.

Robin threw half a glance at Erica as they all peered around the disappearing fog. "You still wanna drink that?"

Dustin straightened, looking over his shoulder only to pale, his face falling in shock.

"Holy mother of God,"

The path - the only path - laid out before them was a single tunnel that stretched on for miles. Neither one of them could see an end nor a turn of any kind and they all collectively sighed.

They had a long trek ahead of them.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"How... did you even get yourself in this situation?"

Will shakes his head in mild bewilderment as I help detangle the poor boy from the long strand that was Tews' new cat toy.

"I'm still not quite sure," he admits, unwrapping the last of the bungee cord out from under his arm with a bashful laugh. All the while, the small jingle of Tews' bell tinkling around as she pounced after the bouncing cord was begging for our attention.

"Don't play innocent with me," I lightly scold, looking down at the doe-eyed, mischief-bringing hellraiser of a growing kitten who was now playing innocent and mewling up at us. "You incapacitated my boyfriend."

Another high-pitched meow; undoubtedly mewls of deceit.

Tossing the cord back on the loveseat, I crouch down to scoop the kitten up and bury my face between her ears to plant a kiss. Peering up at Will as I cradle her close, I sigh in defeat. "Damn. She's good,"

He laughs, and I rejoin him on the couch for reruns of Family Ties neither of us had really been paying much attention to. Setting Tews down in my lap and draping my legs over Will's, she immediately made a break for the smirking boy and I laugh, plopping my head back on the couch cushions. I watched with a fond smile as he dangled the stuffed mouse out for the kitten who was now trying ever so hard to balance on her hind legs as she bat at the tail of the mouse.

"You're having way too much fun with this," I say.

His smile only widens and he continues to play with Tews.

My attention is quickly stolen by my mother scurrying in from the hallway and making her way into the kitchen, purse in hand.

"Oh, Will!" She beams, taking the time to make conversation as she prepares her lunch in the kitchen. "Hi there, dear. I'm sorry, I didn't even hear you come in,"

"No worries, Mrs. Henderson," Will says as he scoots forward to stand with Tews held tight.

"Oh, honey that's sweet, but how long have we known each other? Besides, I just picked up an extra shift, I'm leaving here in a minute anyway," Will nods and settles back in, smiling back down at the pleased kitten in his arms. Suddenly more stern, she meets my gaze as she digs for her lunch bag. "Pumpkin, did you offer him anything to eat yet? A drink?"

'You'd think after all these years I'd be used to the embarrassment, but--'

Will doesn't say a word or look me in the eye, but his grin has grown a bit more teasing as he plays with Tews.

'--nope.'

"Yes, I did. We just had some snacks about five minutes ago," I say, sneaking a small glare towards Will for his silence when she wasn't looking. He just chuckled under his breath.

"Good, good," she mutters, too absorbed in what she was doing to notice. That was until, "So Will,"

His head perked up.

"Tell me, how's your mom? How's Jonathan? I heard he got a new job at the Hawkins Post!"

"Yeah, he did," Will nodded, his tone changing. I could tell he was proud. He did always look up to Jonathan and this was an exciting opportunity for him. "As a junior photographer. He's more of an intern right now, but it's still a great start for him,"

"That's terrific!" Mom said, hooking her lunch bag on her wrist and grabbing her keys off the counter. She was always like this; she always adored Will. More often than not, she'll get caught up in a conversation with him anytime he's over. It could be awkward at times, but then again I was the exact same with Joyce. "I'm not surprised either, I've seen his work. He's got a real good eye. We'll have to keep an eye out in the paper - that'll be so exciting!"

I buried my forehead in my hand, rubbing at my temples in embarrassment. Will just smiled between me, Tews, and my mom, nodding in agreement. That was another habit of hers; she often ran the conversation when she was in a hurry. Or excited. Or both.

"Oh, well, I better go. My shift starts soon and it takes about twenty minutes to get there."

"It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Henderson,"

"Oh, you too, hon! Stay hi to your mom for me," Mom grabbed for the door, backing out but not before calling over her shoulder for me. "I'll be back later baby. I love you,"

I managed a smile and sent her a small wave. "I love you, too. Drive safe,"

Scrunching up her nose up in thanks, she turned to leave. The door was pulled shut quickly behind her, unfortunately startling the on-edge kitten sitting in Will's lap.

Both of us flinched with her as she dashed the hallway, suddenly climbing up poor Will like a scratch-post in the meantime.

"Tews!" I scold, watching as she ran down the back of the couch and rocketed off for the hallway. My eyes fall back on Will as we both un-tense. He blinks back his shock with a small laugh.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize, utterly embarrassed. "She's been so jumpy lately, I should have warned you. Are you okay?"

He chuckled again, flashing me a smile to ease my guilt as we checked for injuries. "Yeah, I'm alright. It happens,"

Sure enough, three bright red streaks where Tews' claws had caught his unsleeved right forearm.

"Oh-- shit. Will, your arm," I said, cupping my hand around his wrist and pulling his arm closer for a better look.

He didn't seem to realize the injury was even there until I pointed it out. But it was there, the blood already pooling in beads around his enflamed, pinkened skin. He started hissing a little when I guided the back of his hand to get a better look, but he still brushed it off.

"I'm fine, really,"

"Yeah, but it could still get infected," I mumbled, carefully flicking away the stray cat hair around the wound with my fingertips. I looked up at him when I heard him laugh under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing," he smiled. "It's just, you haven't really changed." I frowned a little. "It's a good thing." He reassured. A fond look came into his eyes and he chuckled under his breath again. "Remember the summer before sixth grade? You and Dustin roped us into playing baseball in your back yard and Mike skinned his knee?"

I thought for a second, recalling the memory before a smile slowly sprouted on my face. I could still feel Will smiling at me and my ears slowly began to burn as he told the story with such fondness. "You two had been butting heads all day - the rest of us were actually starting to think you weren't gonna speak to each other after that. But the second he got hurt, you ran inside and came out with this -" Will began gesturing with his hands, his forearm leaving my hand. "little first aid kit even though he just skinned his knee. He even tried to tell you but you said-"

-"'Shut up and let me help you,'" we both finished, and I nodded, unable to fight the laughter creeping up.

I did remember that. I was pissed off at Mike that day, and funny enough, I can't remember why. But I did understand what he was getting at.

It was the same way Dustin was always making sure everyone had enough to eat, or the way Lucas was always protecting us - whether it was thinking ahead or speaking up - it was always for the safety of the group. And how Will was always making sure we were all having fun. We all looked out for each other in our own ways.

"And he did," I said promptly and shooting him a matter-of-fact grin. "And so should you."

We both chuckled again as I took his forearms in my hands, and carefully pulled him closer, his lips on mine.

I could feel his smile on my lips and after a moment I pull away, flashing him a knowing smile. "Now come on," I said, rising from the couch and gesturing for the kitchen. "Let's run that under some water, get it cleaned out."

Despite the subtle roll of his eyes, a grin split his lips and he complied. "You know," he began, rising off the couch and snatching up my hand. "one of these days we're gonna get back at you."

I shot him a funny look, not quite sure what he was getting at.

"You take care of everyone," he clarifies, nudging me with his elbow. "Someday you gotta let us take care of you."

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"It was the same thing-- the exact same thing that happened to Will last year."

I remember going into the kitchen and dressing the wound; he washed it out in the sink and I helped apply a disinfectant before applying a bandage. But that's all it was, a stupid little band-aid.

"--Okay so this crazy old woman who was eating fertilizer--" "--Mrs. Driscoll," --right, yeah, Mrs. Driscoll."

But I also remember the campaign planning days later; it was almost completely healed in less than two days, come to think of it, it should have taken at least a week judging by how deep it was. We had both brushed it off at the time, thinking it had seemed much worse than it was.

Just as Will had pointed out that day, I've always been the one, more often than not, who has the band-aids on hand ever since we were young. I've bandaged countless scrapes and applied many cold compresses through the years but there's never been total healing this fast before.

"Y/n?"

Has there?

"Y/n?"

I turn to Will at the sound of his voice, and I'm shot back to reality. When I finally land, I shift subconsciously under everyone's stare. My mind was still in a daze, even when the three of us were practically pulled out of the bathroom and onto the couch where Jonathan and Nancy were waiting for us.

Apparently, they've been dealing with a whole different piece of the puzzle; just like old times, I suppose. The Party, Nancy, and Jonathan, and Hopper, and Joyce. And me, finding some twisted new thing about myself along the way that makes me even more of a liability to my loved ones.

The thought left a bitter aftertaste, but I knew I couldn't sit on this for long.

"Look, it could be nothing," I clarify, sharing a looming eye with Max and El before turning to Will and the rest of the group. "But there's a good chance that-that I... healed Max?"

Everyone remained quiet.

"You healed Max?" Nancy finally asked, looking between us. "What does that mean?"

I shrugged, still not understanding it myself. "I healed Max."

"Like healed Max, or 'oh, you know, you healed Max'?" Nancy pressed, sounding more and more frazzled.

"I healed Max. I think."

"What's the big deal? So she healed her?" Jonathan cut in.

"No, Johnathan, I. healed. Max."

Jonathan and I were locked in possibly the most awkward staredown of our lives; Finally, his face dropped, prompting a few sighs around the room.

"There it is," Max quipped, leaning back into the couch with a tired look.

"Well, what does this mean then? I thought you could only heal yourself?"

My shoulders yank up in involuntary defense. "I really don't know! Hell, I'm in the dark as much as you. But does it matter -- right now, anyway? If what you're saying is true, that means we could have another spy on our hands."

No one had anything to say that, surprisingly.

"What time did all this happen?" I ask.

"Last night."

"But what time last night?" Will asked.

Nancy thought for only a moment. "Uh, around nine."

I looked around at my friends in vindication -- all of us seeming to share the same grim thought.

Jonathan, meanwhile, dropped his voice in a shocked whisper. "You didn't call?"

"I was waiting for the doctors to run some tests,"

"You weren't there?" Gawked Will.

This time, it was Jonathan's turn to grow defensive. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

Nancy scoffed. "Hallelujah!"

Lucas and I winced.

"Um, so--" Nancy rubbed at her temples, brushing the subject aside with no hesitation. "What time was your... sauna test?"

-"Around nine," we all answered.

"So that proves it! That proves my theory!"

Mike nods his head in agreement. "She's flayed, just like Billy."

"Flayed?"

"The Mind Flayer, he flays people. He takes over their mind. Once they do that, they basically become him."

All our eyes fall on Lucas as he cuts in, unknowingly speaking my mind. "If there are two flayed--"

"--then we have to assume there more." Will finished.

A quiet voice to my right speaks out for the first time since Jonathan and Nancy's arrival.

"Heather," El said, worry creeping onto her face. "Billy was doing something to her. She was scared. She was screaming. Bad screams."

Max and I looked at one another.

"What's a good scream?" Asked Lucas.

"Max said--"

"Doesn't matter!"

Under any other circumstances, I would have laughed at Max's comment. But Nancy had already moved on.

"I'm sorry, I'm lost. Who is Heather?"

"She's a lifeguard at the pool."

"Heather Holloway?" We all nod and both Nancy and Jonathan's eyes widened like saucers.

-"Tom."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I'm the last to leave the house. Everyone was scurrying for the station wagon up ahead of me, and I stopped only to make sure the door was properly closed. Joining Mike and Will at the top of the driveway, I noticed their -- specifically Mike's -- sullen look.

Following their gaze, I see El eagerly pile in the backseat after Max. Lucas after El.

"Get used to it Mikey," I pat his back and head for the trunk with a knowing smile, earning a questioning look from the boy. It looked like it was going to be a tight squeeze. "this is what being a better friend looks like,"

Swinging the trunk door open, I climbed to the far end of the mini seats and the two soon followed. Mike was packed in across from me Will and behind Lucas. Each of us had to hug our knees to ourselves just to fit our legs in.

"Seatbelts," Nancy called to us, clipping her hair back in a clip.

We all immediately complied - apart from El who was caught in a brief moment of confusion. But soon enough, the engine was roaring to life and backing down the driveway.

My eyes widened as I looked past Will's shoulder. "Oh, watch out for the--"

But everyone's bikes were already falling like dominoes on the pavement in Nancy's rush, it probably didn't help there were six heads in between her and the rearview. I winced, sharing looks with Mike and Will.

"Nevermind."

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[sourholland]

congrats on 1k!!! i have a blurb request, could you do something with timmy catching feelings for the reader, but he can't be with her because he's already seeing someone? also he doesn't cheat (v important). thanks lol 😖

late blurb requests !

Lauren is amazing.

She’s the perfect girlfriend. Between her understanding demeanor and undeniable compassion, everyone truly finds something to love about her. Lauren’s the type of girl you bring home to meet your mom. The type of girl you feel safe with.

Worst of all, Timothée knew all that.

She had this way of making her presence known, that was one of the first things he’d noticed about her. That, and her bright red hair in a cluster of brown haired friends at that club one night so many months ago. He got her number, they went out a few times, and he asked her to be his girlfriend.

Things didn’t get messy until you came around seven months into their relationship. You were completely oblivious to the fact that he had made himself sick with guilt every time he was around you. He didn’t mean to harbor the illicit feelings, he truly didn’t.

And you were utterly clueless.

You and Lauren weren’t quite friends, but more so acquaintances. She worked with your ex-girlfriend, whom you were with when you met her and Timothée. Once you and Olivia broke up, you got into a relationship a few months later with Joshua.

Josh was also quite integrated into the friend group. You’d seen each other while getting drinks within the group, but didn’t actually converse until after you were single. Timothée had hoped and prayed he wouldn’t have to see you when the split with Olivia took place—this wasn’t the case, though. It was only a matter of time before Josh’s arm was around you, a bottle of wine in a soft pink gift bag for the dinner party Lauren wanted to throw.

The whole night, he tried to look away from you. He willed himself to look at his beautiful girlfriend, to relish in the fact that he was in a relationship with such an amazing woman. Your laugh, he thought to himself. It was like the feeling of listening to your favorite song in the car with the windows down on the highway.

And god your smile. He had never seen something quite so lovely. Every time you looked his way that night, a blush seemed to spread over his cheeks. It was only the rush of guilt that came after that made him wish he could just send you home and never have to see you again.

“I absolutely adored your new movie, Timothée!”

He spent the next half an hour rambling on and on and on about his career. You sat listening intently, nodding and speaking at all the right times. He wished he could ignore the way you scrunched your nose up, or swirled the red wine in your cup.

Once you’d left, he offered to clean up the table while Lauren got ready for sleep. When he got to your placemat, he picked up the glass you’d been drinking from all night and noticed the stain of red lipstick where you’d been sipping. Without thinking, he brought it straight to the kitchen and rinsed it away so he’d never have to look at it again.

A month or two later, Josh informed the same work group that you two had broken things off, but would still remain friends. Timothée assumed this was just the normal break up excuse, until Josh invited you to the club they usually inhabited on Saturday nights.

The whole night was spent watching you throw back shots of tequila, throwing your arms around people on the dance floor. The way you pressed your body against the nearest stranger had him almost seething with unwarranted jealousy. He watched you flip your hair, press your lips along the jaw of a beautiful girl with the most lovely russet complexion, and go through alcohol like it was nothing.

He hated himself for not being able to tear his eyes away. Hated himself for wanting you.

Lauren wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t oblivious like you. Her eyes flickered from you to him, but strange enough—not for a minute did she resent you. Only him. She noticed you scribble your number onto a napkin for the girl you’d been dancing with, doodling little hearts around the numbers. Lauren waited for his reaction, met with his look of complete and utter hatred for himself. He looked torn, like he wanted to be anywhere else in that moment.

And then you yelled a quick and flattered goodbye across the bar, something about deciding to head out for the night. He watched the girl lean in and kiss you on the lips, saying something about texting you. Her name was Nora, she had a pretty smile and dimples. Timothée picked up on this while he studied the interaction.

“See you guys!” You shouted with a drunken smile. “My uber is out front.”

Taking a drink, he felt Lauren’s present when she sat down on the barstool beside him. Looking over at her, he knew she knew and that there was no way to relish in his own self pity at this point.

With a final glance at you, he saw the door of the bar close. You were gone.

[lunarflux]

"i promised i'd forget, but you're all i see when i dream the night away"

bang chan x reader

genre — drama!au

suggested background music: x

note: like i said - i put a lot of my life into writing. something similar to this happened to me today, and i'd like to think that music is getting me through it. i wanted to add more of a "post credits" scene for chan and o/c, but this is how my day is going and how this situation ends.

The world never felt so heavy.

You'd never thought that scrolling through social media could create this bleeding ring in your ears, yet somehow here you are, unable to look at your phone. The photo you stumbled across had already been burned into your memory. There were times when you could forget what song you'd just listened to, and yet this one image had suddenly been burned, a permanent nightmare in your mind.

Your ex looked happy. It wasn't a bad breakup, but after a year, you couldn't expect him to stay single forever. You'd both agreed to move on, and while you swore you had, seeing the photo of him with a beautiful girl kissing his cheek made your shoulders heavy. Staring at your blacked out screen, it was like the photo was still there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep yourself from seeing it. Every time you closed your eyes, there he was.

Happy.

You fumbled with your cell phone, placing it face down on your desk before your boss could catch you. It was hard to hide the look on your face. It was pain, sadness, and confusion. How was it that after all this time, you hadn't succeeded in moving on, but he had?

Was it you? Or was this girl really so special that you were worth forgetting?

The feeling of being forgotten - it's seeing the dust gather on photos and the doorknob that he will never open again.

It's over.

"Do you have the paperwork for the meeting tomorrow?" Chan popped into your office, placing a fresh mug of coffee on your desk. You'd started here only six months ago, but he already knew that you liked your coffee light and sweet. "Jisoo wants to make sure we're not missing anything before -"

"Yeah, I have it." You said curtly, looking back at your computer, typing away at your report. "I'll bring it to you later."

"I mean, I can wait for it if you have it ready."

"Chan," you looked up at him. "I said I'll bring it to you later."

Chan looked at you with mild concern. Sure, there were a lot of women in the office, and the men had eventually learned when not to step on toes in the case of any mood swings because of work stress. You weren't one of those people though. You were the type of person who'd rid the stress with a bar of chocolate and be done with it. You'd never snapped at him before.

"Okay." Chan backed out quietly. He ducked into the next office over. Knocking on Minki's office door, he peered in.

"Hey," Minki stood up. "I gotta bring these to the fourth floor, can you watch the phone for me?"

"Yeah, no problem." Chan smiled before taking a seat.

Ping

He knew that you and Minki were office best friends ever since you got hired. While he didn't mean to see it, Minki left his messenger open and slowly your messages came flooding in.

x: he moved on x: am i supposed to be upset? x: we broke up a year ago, so why do i feel so defeated haha x: maybe i'm just decomposing. why do i feel like this x: can we get drinks later? i know you hate it when i drink to drown out my sorrows, but i just can't be here right now.

Damn.

Chan swore he didn't mean to see all that. That would explain the mood though.

x: i didn't think i'd miss him this much. i just want to forget about it.

Taking in a deep breath, Chan pulled out his phone and made a call.

**

"Chan, why did you need me for this stupid client dinner? And who the hell has dinner at 4PM?" You continuously complained as he drove you down the road into the next district.

"Just relax, it'll be fine."

You rested your head against the passenger side window. As your breath fogged up the glass, you scribbled little hearts, peppered over the skyline as Chan drove. It wasn't until you started seeing signs that you realized you were at Banpo Bridge. Chan pulled into the empty parking lot.

"The client wants to have dinner here? What are we doing - getting takeout?" You jested.

Chan opened your door. "Go sit over there, I'll be right back."

You took your seat right by the edge of the water. The weather really was perfect today. The fresh air helped clear out your thoughts. Even though the breakup was a year ago, seeing that photo really made it feel like it just happened yesterday. Your heart broke twice, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to think that you hate him now. You loved him as a memory - a beautiful, happy memory, and it was time to let go now.

Chan re-emerged next to you, a bag with four bottles of soju and piping hot ramen in his hands.

"Um -" You nearly laughed at the sight of him struggling to carry everything. "Am I missing something? Are the clients your drinking buddies?"

"Sit, sit, please." Chan arranged everything down on the ledge.

"Not that I'm ungrateful, but I am confused."

"I, uh." He sat down next to you, removing his jacket. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

Stopping halfway from opening a bottle, you looked up at him.

"y/n, Minki had me watch over his desk, and I... I'm sorry, I saw your messages."

"Chan, that was private." You looked down at your shoes, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.

"I know. And I'm sorry." He grabbed the bottle from you and opened it himself. "Minki had to run to another meeting, and I saw how sad you were. I just figured I'd help you escape for a bit. I called in a favor from the interns to watch your stuff, so we could... do this, I guess."

You'd always known Chan was a softie. He was that guy in the office who never forgot about birthdays and important events. He was never late, and he would do everything he could to help out the new people. Even to you, he was a big help whenever you needed it.

"Again, I'm sorry." He poured two shots and handed you one. "But you looked like you needed it, so - cheers."

You watched him as you threw back your soju. You stifled a smile, "Pitiful, isn't it. Still feeling like you've been dumped even after an entire year."

Chan winced as the alcohol hit the back of his throat. "Not at all. Who said that a year was the right time to get over someone? There's no rule for that."

You continued to sip slowly, watching him open up all the snacks.

"I haven't had a girlfriend in years, and I swear, after my last girlfriend and I broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about her even because of the littlest things. It wasn't a bad breakup, but when you have so many happy moments with someone, you can't help but feel sad when you see that person making new moments with someone else. It makes you wonder if that could've been me, y'know?"

It couldn't be stopped. One deep breath and suddenly all the tears started pouring out. You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like the weight of the world finally came crashing down on your chest, reminding you of every little happy memory that had to be released into the ocean like confetti.

Chan rushed over, placing his jacket on your shoulders. He hushed you, rubbing your arms to warm you up. Crouching down in front of you, he pulled you up and brought you into his chest.

"Wait, I'll get makeup on your shirt -"

He laughed at your childish worries. "It's just a shirt. Just go ahead, it's okay. I can get it dry-cleaned, and you're worth more than some shirt."

Feeling your tears soak up in the cotton, you just cried, and Chan let you until it felt like there was nothing left. You chest was still heaving, but you felt the weight lift slowly. The sea air started filling your lungs again like an icy burn.

"I'm sorry." You finally looked up, mascara stained on your cheeks. You smeared what you could from your face before sitting.

"Stop apologizing." Chan sat down beside you again. "Do you feel better?"

"A little."

Placing his hand on yours, Chan smiled. It was a warm gentle smile. He squeezed, "It will get better. I promise."

"I just feel like everyone keeps moving on, and I'm just stuck here."

"Where is 'here' to you? 'Here' to me is existing with a good job with good friends and a good life. 'Here' is anything you're doing happily without him." He reached up to cup your cheek. "I know you feel miserable, but your body won't let you feel this way forever. And neither will I. Please don't feel as if 'here' is an awful place. 'Here', you have me, and I'll stay until you're not sad anymore."

Peering up at him with red eyes, you smiled with whatever energy you had. Sadness still sat on your shoulders, but it didn't feel so awful anymore.

Chan nodded towards you.

"Until you're not sad or until you ask me to leave - I'll be here for you."

[whatitshouldvebeen]

A Bird in the Hand

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Lucy Gray

Synopsis: What if Coryo found Lucy after he shot her?

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, abusive relationship, physical harm

Word count: 1k

I just shot Lucy Gray.

My ears are ringing and it still isn't loud enough to drown out the mockingjays.

She stumbled here. I swear, I saw it. Venom sends pain all through my arm. Am I going to die? How could she do this to me?

“Lucy Gray!” I don't even realize I'm screaming her name. 

It's too early for katniss. The leaves are still wet, sticking to my hands and knees as I search for proof that…

I just shot Lucy Gray.

I hear her everywhere and nowhere. My beautiful songbird. You're hurt. 

Red on the ground, a splatter here and there. Leaves crushed in my hands. Spread on my gun. 

How many kills before I lose track?

“Lucy Gray!” My throat is sore and my heart is beating out of my chest. I scour the ground like a dog. Desperate. Feral. A scuff here, a stumble there.

The ringing gets louder. The birds are a cacophony of her. It's beautiful, it's maddening. Just like,

“Lucy Gray!” I scream as I chase her trail. Her blood is my lifeline. Why did she make me do this? 

Then, through the madness, 

“ Corio …” 

A pained whisper, softer than wind through grass. There's a tangle of roots, a splatter of blood, and a torn piece of fabric.

My heart beats twice as fast as I race down the hill, sliding over soggy leaves, tangled thorns digging into my skin. The venom reached my heart and it's spreading everywhere, a wildfire in my veins.

There she is.

Spread about the fallen leaves—wavy black hair, bright dress now stained with blood, skin drained of its warm hue—a mosaic of macabre colors.

“LUCY GRAY!” My voice cracks as I race to her fallen form. She's so beautiful, my angel. 

Her eyelids flutter when I pull her into my arms. Fragile little bird. I brush her hair from her sweaty forehead and press my fingers against her neck. Her pulse is so faint, cold dread quenches the fire in my veins.

I search for the source of the blood. A hole in her calf, leaking still. Her dress is already torn, what's one more tear? I rip off a length of fabric and tie it beneath her knee.

“You can't leave me, Lucy Gray,” I whisper, cradling her close.

Her eyes flutter again and meet mine, hazed with pain. I don't hear her speak, but I feel her question sear into my brain. 

Why?

“Why? You know why, Lucy Gray. You always knew. You belong to me, but I don't belong out here with you. I never have. You know I did everything to save you. To save us. I love you, why don't you love me enough to forgive me?”

She doesn't respond. Her eyes are vacant, staring up at the mockingjays that rain torment from above.

The venom in my veins is subsiding now, or perhaps integrating with my blood. I can still save us.

My gun slung over my shoulder, I rise from my knees, holding my beautiful Lucy Gray. 

If I can forgive her, surely she will forgive me. We have both hurt each other, but love conquers all—right?

Eventually I reach the cabin. I lay her on the bed, and press a kiss to her forehead. I need to find help. Thankfully, I know she can't possibly leave me in this condition. It's ironic how, in this moment, I feel more secure in our love. 

If I didn't love her, I wouldn't have saved her. She needs to stop running from me. If she had only stayed where I could see her, I would have never needed to shoot her. 

A cool serenity washes over me as I look down at her weakened form. This is better for us, isn't it? She's so beautiful, she needs me so desperately. Yes, I need her to need me. 

I don't flinch as I approach her bedside. We need this, don't we? We need stability, and we can only have it if I can keep her safely under my control. And in order to do that, she has to stop leaving me.

I trace my hand down her bloodied leg, to her thin and fragile ankle. I can do this with my bare hands, can't I? Yes, it'll be easy. She's a bird, their tiny bones snap like twigs. 

One deep breath.

CRACK!

She doesn't even flinch. Her foot hangs at an unnatural angle.

Once more, for good measure. One hand on her heel, the other over the arch of her delicate foot. 

CRUNCH!

Her foot is mangled now, twisted, her tiny bones splintered like so many fragments of wood. 

A small smile flits over my lips. 

No one said love didn't hurt. 

[libraryofloveletters]

‘Till My Last Dying Breath

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: CM level of violence, guns and the use of, mentions of injures, blood and kidnapping and like one swear word. 

Category: Angst 

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Some good old 3am Hotch angst, very on brand for me :) 

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Love was like alcohol. Some people have the occasional drink and they’re happy. Others prefer to stay away from it for various reasons while others need it. Need it to function, to get through the day, to feel something. 

An addiction. 

He was an addiction and one you’d have ‘till your dying breath.

His face, his hands, his touch, his smile, you needed him in every sense of the word. Aaron was the one thing holding you in place and he didn’t even know it. For someone whose job it was to notice the little details, he was oblivious to his own life and your feelings. 

You clung onto his hand as he leaned over you, “hold on, the medics are almost here” his other hand was pressed to your side, covering the gaping bullet wound in your side. “Aaron” you breathe, “y/n, don’t. Save your strength” 

“You can't save everyone Aaron” you whisper, your grip beginning to loosen on his hand.

The panic in his eyes isn't as well hidden as he hoped, the red liquid staining his shirt sleeve and his hand. Your breathing slow and weak, you were slipping and slipping fast. 

“I can save you. It's my job” he breathed, his words barely coming out, he worried if he spoke any louder he’d hurt you more than you were already hurt. Seeing that it was his fault that you were in this position anyways. 

It should have been him. 

An Hour Prior 

“Did you find anything ?” Hotch’s voice carried across the room as you walked back in with Spencer. Spencer shook his head and you opted to actually answer him, “lead was a bust, there isn't even a house there” 

“What do you mean there’s no house?” Derek spat, “Didn’t Garica say there was?” 

“Okay relax, I know she did but there isn't so what do you want me to do?” you rolled your eyes and sat down at the table. 

“Cut the attitude l/n, we’re all tired. Get it together” Hotch said, harsher then he’s ever spoken to you. 

The case was getting to everyone, the team had spent the last five days in a small town in Colorado. They had been looking for three missing women, one had turned up dead and the other was alive but not without signs of trauma and abuse. The third one is still missing and the girl who had survived didn't seem to have answers or remember where she was coming from. The frustration began to set in and everyone just wanted to go home already. Derek was on the phone with Penelope trying to figure out where the missing house really was. The room was quiet other than JJ and Emily going over the theories at the end of the table. “Hotch, Garica’s sending you another address” Derek told him, he nodded. 

“L/n you’re with me, let’s go.” 

You held back the urge to roll your eyes as you followed him out of the station, the two of you drove in silence. You wanted to know why he spoke to you that way, no matter how upset he was, he never did so what changed today? “Seriously, what’s your issue ?” looking towards the man in the driver’s seat. His permanent look of seriousness on his face, his brows furrowed slightly. “What issue ?” 

“Why’d you tell me to cut the attitude? Derek started it” 

“Derek is a grown man, he’s been a part of this team longer than you. Know your place” 

“My place ? Are you fuckin-” 

“Be quiet, we’re here and there’s someone outside” he stopped half way down the street on the other side. The two of you looked at the house that Garica sent the address too. There was a man outside, smoking on the porch, his clothes covered in blood. “Do you think-” “yeah, we go in on my count” Aaron told you, strapping his vest on. 

You weren’t one to wait for directions, hence why Aaron was upset to begin with. He wasn't exactly pleased when you got out of the SUV and sprinted to the house. Gun drawn and pointed at the man, he dropped the cigarette and ran into the house, following after him. 

“FBI! Stop!” you sprinted up the stairs as he ran. The sound of a door slamming and Aaron’s voice in the background were the only sounds you were hearing until a woman screamed. You pushed on the door but it was locked. You tried slamming into it with your shoulder but it wouldn't budge, taking a step back before you kicked the door with everything in you and the door swung open and slammed into the wall. The man’s head shot up, he leant over the girl who was strapped to the chair. 

“Let her go” you tell him, your gun pointed directly at him as you slowly make your way into the room. You take in the room, the smell of old blood and rotting flesh fills your nose, enough to make your eyes water and make you gag. You held yourself together, looking over at the girl. She was strapped to the chair, the rope around her soaked in blood and every inch of exposed skin was now hues of purple, blue and black. There were gashes in various parts of her body, no doubt she had taken the brunt of the beatings as none of the other girls looked as wounded as her. 

“I can't” he whispered, his hand brushed across her cheek, she whimpered. 

“She’s innocent, she didn��t do anything to you” you take a step closer, lowering your gun. Aaron’s heavy footsteps echoed through the house. “What was that?” the man’s head whipped in your direction, his eyes flickering back and forth through the doorway. “Nothing, you stepped on the loose board” your heart pounding in your chest as the man made his way towards you. No matter how many times you did this, it didn't get any less scary. Your gun raised again, pointed at the man who was in front of you, your eyes flickering to the woman in the chair.

“Any closer and I will shoot you.” 

“I’m not scared of you” he smiled mischievously at you

“And I'm not scared of you” you reply, deadpan. 

“You shouldn’t be. I would never hurt a beautiful person like you.” His words sent chills down your spine, not the good kind either. Aaron appeared behind you, his sudden presence startling the man, his reflexes kicking in as he grabs your gun and pulling you towards him.

“What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here” the man had your gun pressed to your head, right against your temple. Aaron’s gun was pointed at the man. “Let them go” he tells the man, who again, does not do as he’s told. “Move,” he waves the gun in a sideways motion, “let me go and you can take the girl” he steps forward, pushing your body as he moves. 

“I don’t want the girl, I want agent l/n back” 

The man froze, he was evaluating his options. Let you go and he gets to keep the girl and the other option is to die. There was no way in hell he was going to give up without a fight, “I'll give you the girl and your agent, if and only if you let me go” 

Aaron’s face twisted before it relaxed, almost like he had given in. You knew Aaron better than the unsub did, hence why your beating heart settled when he gave you a look. A look of certainty, of trust. 

“Go,” he stepped from the doorway, “let them go and you can go” 

“Nuh uh, I'm taking them down with me, that’s the only way I know you’ll let me go” 

Aaron nodded, the man pushed you down the stairs with him. “Why are you doing this?” you ask him, the gun was still pressed against your temple it was surely going to leave a mark.

“Doing what sweetheart?” he breathed, his breath hot against your ear making you feel disgusting and uncomfortable. 

“Why did you take those girls? I need to know” you didn't care, you were buying Aaron time. Time to check on the girl, to get back up to the house, to get you out of there. You trusted that man with your life although he was the biggest pain in your ass. 

“I needed them” he gives you a simple answer.

“Needed them for what?” 

“To satisfy my needs” 

“And what needs are those ?” you question him again. 

“You sure are a nosy bitch” he grumbles. 

Aaron’s steps shake the house and he runs down - basically jumps down the stairs. His gun pointed again at the man behind you. “I gave you a chance, you’re still here. Let them go or I will shoot you” Aaron says, the man laughed wickedly. 

“No thanks agent” 

“I’m not asking you again” 

Aaron's gun clicked, the trigger pressed slightly. The man loosens his grip on you slightly, your gun is now pointed at Aaron. 

It all happened so fast, the sound of the trigger being pressed behind you was enough to make you move to the side, the bullet went in through your back and out the front of your stomach. Aaron’s gun goes off next, the sound of multiple shots ringing through the house and the man behind you falling to the ground, the gun dropping from his hand. You were in shock, your hand pressed to your side, Aaron’s gun still pointed at the man as he stepped towards him, kicking the gun from beside him. 

Aaron’s gun clicked once more, a single shot echoes through the house before you fall to the ground with a thud. He turns and you’re on the ground, hand clinging to your side as the blood slips through your fingers. Aaron’s hand replaces yours, his other hand coming up speaking into the coms, calling for medical backup. Your vision blurry and your body weak, you reach for Aaron’s hand. Your blood soaked one wrapping around his. You clung onto his hand as he leaned over you, “hold on, the medics are almost here” his other hand was pressed to your side, covering the gaping bullet wound in your side. 

“Aaron” you breathe, 

“Y/n, don’t. Save your strength” 

“You can't save everyone Aaron” you whisper, your grip beginning to loosen on his hand.The panic in his eyes isn't as well hidden as he hoped, the red liquid staining his shirt sleeve and his hand. Your breathing slow and weak, you were slipping and slipping fast. “I can save you. It's my job” he breathed, his words barely coming out, he worried if he spoke any louder he’d hurt you more than you were already hurt. Seeing that it was his fault that you were in this position anyways. 

It should have been him. 

“Hey, you know I-” you start, his other hand brushes your hair away from your forehead. “No, I know.” he breathes, a small smile on your face. If this was your time, so be it. At least you’d go looking at the man you loved. 

Your eyes felt heavy, fluttering close. Aaron’s hand patted your face a few times, “hey, stay with me. Hear that ?” the sirens blared but they sounded far, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. 

You knew you weren't going to make it. 

This was it. 

“Aaron,” you mutter, a cough cutting off your words and the blood spattered onto your cheek. “Y/n?” Aaron called, his eyes glued to you. “I- I,” your breathing was heavy, it hurt to speak. “What is it?” Aaron’s look hurt, the sadness visible on his face, it hurt you to know that you’d be leaving him shortly. 

“I love you” you admit, the last words you’d speak to him.

Aaron’s expression softened, a faint gasp leaving his throat. You look at him one last time. The way his hair flopped over his face, his blood soaked hands, the way his hand felt pressed against you and lastly, the expression on his face when you told him what you had been dying to tell him since you met him. Aaron’s voice rings through your ears, “I love you too” the last words he’d ever speak to you and the last words you’d ever hear. 

A dying confession of love seemed a fitting way to end things. 

You love him and you always will, you loved him until your last dying breath. 

Your love for him was an addiction.

He was an addiction and one you couldn’t seem to quit, one that was with you ‘till your last dying breath.

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[blkgirlcafe]

Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading. 

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. 

Thank you @dersha98 for the inspiration and the ending. Thank you love!

University of Munich

Y/N tried to keep her eyes on the slides but it was nearly impossible. She never believed the hot professor stereotype until now. 

Somehow she had gotten her dates mixed up and ended up registering for classes late. Which means all the good electives were taken. Y/N had gotten stuck with the two worst electives one could think of and she was sure to be in for a boring ass time. Public speaking and Romanian literature. 

Public speaking was the worst to Y/N, because well it was public speaking. Every other week she was giving a speech, standing in front of a class of 30. It was nerve racking and she always needed a break after that class. 

Romanian literature on the other hand surprised her. The professor was gorgeous, a man if she ever saw one. 

Talk and built like a brick wall that she would happily run into. She sat up front, eyes tracing his each movement. 

“So reports are due, please pass them up.”

Y/N pulled out the report that she put together less than 4 hours ago after reading the spark notes online. She hadn’t read most of the book, getting bored within the first 4 chapters. 

Everyone knew that professors didn’t read these things, just grazed over and did a length check. 

She quickly passed it forward and began to pack her stuff, last class of the day. Y/N couldn’t wait to get home and watch Netflix. 

1 week later 

A big bright red F was stamped on her paper. Not even a C or D. This would tank her grade in the class which would tank her GPA. 

Y/N waited until the class was empty before approving Mr. Munteanu

Up close he was even more impressive of a man. He was solid built and smelled like mint and firewood. She liked it. 

He didn’t even get her a chance to talk, “Your grade is your grade, stop staring off into space and maybe it could have been better.”

Y/N was shocked not expecting that out of the normally quiet professor. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Munteanu, the book was just really hard for me to get into. Can I try another book? Please?” 

Y/N tried her puppy eyes on him, hoping it would work like it would on her boyfriend. 

“Read the whole book, cover to cover and instead of a 2 page report, I want 4. The highest you can get is a B.” 

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” 

The way he licked his lips made her look away, something inside her heating up at the thought of his tongue.

“When is it due?” She finally asked. 

“I’ll give you a week, and Y/N don’t tell anyone. I don’t normally let students make up work.”

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

Y/N declined an invite to drinks, and lowkey ghosted her boyfriend to finish the paper. Once she got past the first 4 chapters the book was actually good. Lots of drama and sex which she wasn’t expecting. 

She easily typed out a report after and printed it out. Excited to hand it back to him after class. 

Y/N waited silently as Mr. Munteanu read her paper. His tall frame was casually leaned against the desk at the front of the auditorium. She fidgeted in her seat. Having him read it in front of her was nerve racking. 

The paper dipped below his lips and Y/N found herself staring at his lips and how pink they were, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. 

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped out her daydream, “Yes Sir.”

“I asked what is your favorite part of the book?”

Y/N chewed her lips, wondering if she should tell the truth. The book had a few steamy sex scenes and they were explained in graphic detail. 

Y/N kind of shrugged, not wanting to answer him. 

“Use your voice young lady.” His voice was stern, making her clench her thighs. 

“The sex scenes Sir, they were just so real.”

One eyebrow shot up on his face. 

Y/N felt her heart speed up, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him. 

“Come here Miss Y/N.” 

On shaky legs she made her way to where he was standing, he picked the book up off the desk and handed it to her. 

“Show me your favorite part.” 

Y/N flipped through the book she was handed. For some reason her hands were shaking, she found the part. 

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out. 

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

Y/N gulped, praying her voice did not fail her, “ His soft touch sent flutters through her body, this is what it felt like to be touched by a man. An experienced man…”

Mr. Munteanu wrapped a large hand around her hip, Y/N gasped.

“Can I touch you?” 

“Yes...please.”

Y/N cursed herself, already begging. Mr. Munteanu stood and Y/N felt surrounded by him, he towered over her, his scent engulfed her. Y/N tilted her face up, to look at him. 

“Tell me you want this.” he barely whispered. 

“I want this sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu crashed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively. Y/N kissed him back, biting back a moan as he grabbed her ass.  She needed more, wanted more. 

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss. 

“Please what sweetheart.” 

Y/N wasnt sure what to ask, fuck my brains out sir, use me like a toy sir, do anything you want. The pad of this thumb traveled from her hip to her neck where he gently squeezed getting a moan out of Y/N.

“Don't make me ask twice.” 

“Please fuck me Sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu growled as his other hand yanked at her jeans, not even bothering to unbutton them, pulling them down. 

Cold air hit Y/N wet pussy lips she was absolutely drenched from the little he had done. What happened next happened so quickly, Y/N head was still swirling. She was face down on the hard wooden desk, Mr. Munteanu running a thick digit up and down her slit.  The clink of a belt was all that could be heard over both of their hard breathing. 

“Fuck I wish I had more time.” his thick accent broke her out her spell. 

“Please...I need you.” Once again begging like a whore to be fucked by an older man. 

“Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to fuck you like a man should.” 

His wet tip came in contact with her thigh as he guided the thick cock head towards her entrance. His pre cum mixed with her wetness as he pushed inside her, testing the limits of her walls. 

A gasp left Y/N as his thickness filled her up, a painful stretch that quickly turned into pleasure. Mr. Munteanu pushed until their bodies were connected, Y/N walls fluttered around him, reacting to having such girth in them. 

“Good girl, taking all of me.” he grunted. 

Y/N moaned as he begin to fuck her, slow deep strokes that left her breathless. Y/N let out a loud fuck as he hit a particular spot. 

“Have to be quiet for me baby, can't let them know what I am doing to you.” 

“I cant...It feels so good...please more.” Y/N tried to bite her lip, to keep from getting too loud. 

“You want them to know that you like older men, that you let me fuck and so quick.”

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

“I'm not stopping until I flood that cunt.” 

Mr. Munteanu lifted one of her legs, setting it on the desk, hitting even deeper on each stroke, a tingling that started in her core finally let go, Y/N toes curled as she had her first orgasm, breath hitched in her throat. 

“Look at you, already cumming all over my dick. Imagine if I had you in a bed, the things I could do to you babygirl.”

Y/N head swam with the thoughts, the way he could use her body, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else right now. 

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

He knows I have a boyfriend, Y/N though. Mr. Munteanu picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. 

“Tell me Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. 

“No Sir, you feel better.” Y/N cried out. 

Y/N was being fucked so hard she swore the desk was moving, not that she cared, her second orgasm was sneaking up on her. 

Moans, skin slapping and the occasional grunt filled the empty auditorium. Mr. Munteanu pulled out, flipping her over before laying her back on the desk. All Y/N could see was him and his extremely chiseled chest. Her ass was pulled to the edge of the desk, her ankles by his ears, thick dick at her wet entrance. Y/N fist clenched around nothing, riding out her second orgasm. 

“Fuck, I am about to…” Mr. Munteanu never finished. 

He flooded her unprotected pussy, something she didn't even let her boyfriend do. He kissed her legs and thighs as he pulled her legs down. 

“I need more.” was the last thing he said as she rushed to put her pants back on and scurry out the door. 

Y/N rushed across campus, she felt like everyone knew what just had happened, she felt like everyone knew that her professor cum was staining her panties. She made it to her boyfriend's apartment, praying he was not there, still at the gym, or at the pub with friends.

The whole way up all she could think was, I just had sex with Mr. Munteanu! In the same class that he taught me in. Y/N was going to have to stare at that desk for the rest of the semester. She got to his apartment and mentally cursed herself, she could hear him on the game already. 

“Babe! Where have you been?” He asked her. 

“I had to turn in that paper and he had me stay while he read it.” Y/N tried to quickly get down the hallway but  Fynn wouldn't stop talking. Any other time he would be so engrossed in the game she could walk around stark naked and he wouldn't notice. 

“I waited on you for dinner though, I am hungry babe.” he whined. 

“Let me take a quick shower and I'll order your favorite.” 

She should feel guilty that her boyfriend was waiting for her to return while she was having the best sexual experience of her life on a desk, with her professor, who was also her boyfriend professor. But all she could think about was two orgasms in less than ten minutes. 

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

Y/N froze in her place, she just got fucked with the biggest dick she ever saw. 

“Sprained my ankle earlier in heels, I need to put it up.” 

Y/N quickly faked limped to the bathroom, turning the water up super high. She set her phone on the counter noticing a text from an unknown number. 

Be free Friday evening -Flo

[arminbitchlover]

Confession (F!reader x Jean Kirschstein)

content warnings: mild language, smut, oral (F receiving), praise, unprotected sex, alcohol/intoxication

summary: reader and jean have been in love w one another for years, but never actually admitted it. it wasn't until one night at marley, drunk jean decided to change all of that and finally make them his.

word count: 3.1k

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You forgot what it was like to genuinely have fun with your friends again. You couldn't recall the last time you got together and not worry about your lives being at risk. It didn't matter to you whether it be making bets to see who takes a shot or reminiscing on old times during training, it just made you feel somewhat at peace.

"C'monnnn, y/n!! a single shot won't hurt anybody." Hange playfully shoves your shoulder as they hold a shot glass in front of your face.

"I rather not, but thank you anyways." You giggle and push away the shot from your view.

"More for me." They chug down the alcohol as if it was water, not being affected from the after burning effect.

You never really liked the idea of being drunk; having little to no memory of what you're doing and having to deal with migraines and nausea the next morning did not please you in the slightest. Jean, on the other hand, didn't seem to care much about the consequences.

"Y-Yeah, ssoooo then I-I zoomed in and swoosh titan DEAD!" Jean hiccups and waves around his hands as he tells Connie his, more than likely, fictional kill.

"You sound like an idiot." Connie playfully smacks Jean's shoulder, laughing out loud.

"Youu are— More pleaseee." Jean slurs out his sentences into one while pointing at his empty glass.

"Sure, buddy." Connie smiles and grabs his glass, walking over to the bar.

Before he could call over a bartender to fill Jean's cup, you clear your throat to catch his attention.

"Don't you think Jean is going a bit overboard with the alcohol?" You flash a confused look to Connie and immediately break out into a smile.

"Oh fuck yes, but he's enjoying himself so I'll let this one slide." He sits on the chair next to you, glancing at Jean and Armin having some kind of competition.

"Yeah, he is..." You trail off, letting your mind wander off as you stare at Jean.

You never had the courage to admit to Jean how much he meant to you since the day you met him. You recall it as if it was yesterday, you were practicing with ODM gear and one of your hooks stopped working and Jean didn't waste a second to help you. You remember everything about him at that moment, how he had a grass stain in the mid left of his shirt and how he had a small scratch right under his left eye as well.

Before you got the chance to tell him how you felt, you found out about how Jean was basically in love with Mikasa and fuck did that hurt, but it was over now. That was 4 years ago and now you're here, still with the same little crush but understanding there was no point of trying to make it anymore than that.

"Uhhh, y/n?" Connie snaps you out of your thoughts, noticing your eyes never leaving Jean.

"Huh? Oh— sorry." You turn your head back to Connie, wanting to get Jean out of your thoughts.

"You know, he's stupid if he doesn't see what an amazing person you are." He smiles, immediately seeing through you.

"Is it really that obvious?" You slightly smack your forehead.

"Somewhat, but, hey, you really should try to shoot your shot. Jean got over Mikasa a while back and I notice the way he glances at you when you're not looking." He hits your shoulder with his, getting a small chuckle out of you.

"Yeah as if." You grin and continue your conversation with Connie, unaware that Jean has been shooting quick looks at both of you when neither of you were looking.

Jean never likes thinking about his feelings, let alone talking about them, especially after being rejected by Mikasa, but he will never get over how everything about you causes butterflies in his stomach.

He will never forget when he noticed how perfect you were, it was during dinner with all the scouts and the usual argument between him and Eren had arisen. Everyone else was telling Jean to quit and that he was being rude for no reason, but you were the only one who stood up for him. He will never forget how you looked, you had a bruise on your forearm and a gash on your right cheek from cutting yourself with a branch, but he still thought you look absolutely beautiful

Now it was two years later, and he never actually thought of ever telling you how he felt since he just assumed that it was some type of infatuation, but it was so much more than that. Before he had the chance to tell you how he felt, his self doubt clouded his mind, telling him that it was just a one sided crush and he believed it.

"Armin, d-do yerrr think y/n and Connie— together?" Jean clumsily turned his head to Armin, seemingly forgetting what they were talking about in the first place.

"Jean, you're completely over analyzing them. They're just friends." Armin laughs, quickly noticing Jean's jealousy.

"I-I hope so," He hiccups, still staring down Connie and notices you laughing at something he said.

"Oh, fuck this." Jean tightens his hands into fists, gets up and walks towards you, not aware that he was leaning to his left.

"CONNIE!" He grabs his best friend from his collar, pulling him out of your seat.

"JEAN— WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Connie grips Jean's wrist, pushing him away.

You stand there in shock, not knowing how to help either of them.

"Y-Y-You know how I feel about y/n and youuu still decide— steal her from me," He stammers while using the bar table for balance.

You and Connie both look at each other, completely stunned from what just came out of his mouth.

"Jean..." You trail off and slowly make your way towards him, scared that what he says is too good to be true.

"Whattt?" He makes eye contact, genuinely curious why you were calling him.

"Maybe we should go back to the hotel and get you some water." Connie rubs Jean's back, completely disregarding what had just transpired between them.

"Wait—" Jean pulls away from Connie and faces towards you.

"I love-love you, okay?" He grazes his fingers across your forearm, not thinking much of what he just confessed.

You feel your face start to heat up and your heart begins to pound rapidly in your throat. You couldn't believe what you just heard, you think it's some sort of twisted lie that his drunken self has just stirred up. It was all too good to be true, right?

"You're wasted, Jean." You move your arm away, doubting everything he just spat out.

"I knew you didn't f-feel the samee way." He looks down on the floor, looking as if he wanted to barf and cry at the same time.

"Let's uh— go, Jean." Connie gives you a weak smile before taking him out of the bar.

You sit alone for a few minutes, not knowing what to do with yourself before deciding that you just needed to end this night already. You get your things and make your way to your hotel and check in.

You grab the keycard from the receptionist and head to your room, feeling completely empty inside. You didn't really feel like staying up any longer after what happened even though it was barely 11:30, so you took a shower and went to bed with Jean's confession playing repeatedly in your head.

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You wake up to knocking at your door, leaving you completely startled. You rub your eyes before looking at the clock, 4:54.

"What the fuck.." You mumble to yourself and get out of bed and check the peephole, seeing Jean with no shirt and pajama pants.

Your chest tightens and you immediately open the door, not giving it any thought.

"Y/n..." He rubs the back of his neck, not making any eye contact.

"Jean." You keep your body somewhat hidden behind the door, not knowing what to do.

"Can I please come in?" He looks at you, hoping you'll say yes.

"Well, are you still drunk?" You smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Oh no, I— um slept it off, I just have a headache." He laughs as you widen the door and allow him to walk in.

"Is everything okay?" You sit on the bed, hoping that he doesn't bring up anything he said at the bar.

"So, uh Connie told me everything." You feel your heart drop to your stomach, already assuming what his next words are going to be.

"And?" You close your eyes, preparing for the worst.

"I can't really take back what I said, you deserve to know the truth," Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him, his eyes on you, "I just need to know if you feel the same way."

"Y-You really like me?" You feel butterflies in your stomach, everything beginning to feel so surreal.

"Of course I do, what is there not to like about you." He chuckles and takes a seat next to you.

"Well um- I like you too... For a while now actually." You hesitate as you realize that this was real, Jean really sees you as more than just a friend.

"Really?" His face turns red, not noticing that he immediately took a hold of your hand.

"Yes, really." You squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You both stare into each other's eyes for a little bit, enjoying one another's presence, unaware that both of you start leaning in at the same time

Your lips slightly brush against each other, feeling the electricity trill through your body before connecting them and letting the warmth of his body consume you.

You've never shared a kiss like this before; one that's so deep and passionate and could almost feel all the feelings you have for one another being poured onto it.

"God, you're perfect," Jean whispers as he slowly lowers you to the point when you're laying flat on the bed and he's on top, both of his legs on each side of yours.

You glide your hand across his chiseled jaw while he has a firm grip on your waist, scared that if he let go it would all be over. You completely underestimated how much you wanted him, not just physically, but all of him.

"Do you want this?" He lifts his head and rubs his thumb in tiny circles on your cheek.

"I do." You grab his face with both of your hands, pulling him in for another slow and sensual kiss.

You grind slightly against him, already feeling the arousal pooling low in your stomach just from a kiss. You slide your hands down to his abs, lightly tracing them with your index finger. 

He moves his hands down to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it off to the side. His eyes widen, completely in shock that you were without a bra.

"What?" You giggle, lifting his chin to make eye contact.

"Nothing." He grins and gives you a peck, before turning his focus back down to your chest.

He starts by kissing on your collarbone, intertwining his hands with yours by the sides of your head; tightening his grip each time he marks your skin.

"Shit." You exhale heavily, loving the intimacy Jean created with everything he was doing to you.

He made his way to your tits, taking his hand to massage your left breast while he kisses and lightly sucks the other one with care. You run your hands through his hair, taking in everything he was doing to you.

"Is it okay if I- um go down on you?" He breathes out, feeling his hard cock get tight against his pants.

"Of course." You feel your face heat up and help him pull down your underwear.

He pepper kisses all the way down your stomach before reaching your slick center. You feel your heartbeat start to quicken, already feeling prepared as this was something you would think about endlessly, but before he did anything you feel your legs being hoisted onto his shoulders and his grip on your outer thighs become more firm.

You suddenly felt the pad of his thumb lightly press against your clit, involuntarily causing your hips to buck up. You glance down and see a smile across his face.

"I'm going to take my sweet time with you and I'll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure, okay?" He smirks at you and goes back down, not waiting for a response.

"O-Okay." You took in a sharp breath, unexpectedly feeling his hot wet tongue take in your arousal that covered your slit.

He focuses on your clit, doing sloppy circles at a tedious pace. Even though he just started, you love every second of this. It makes you feel so special to have someone wanting to spend a great deal of time just pleasing you and not worry about anything else.

His hands slowly rub up and down on the outer sides of your thighs, making his actions so much more intimate. He continues his sensual pace, as you grip his brown locks, feeling fuzzy.

"Mm, Jean," You moan, grinding against his mouth wanting a bit more.

He didn't hesitate, seemingly already knowing what you wanted, and slips his middle finger into you. He still wasn't rushing anything, wanting to make everything last as long as possible, wanting to ensure your first time with each other was nothing but perfect.

It slips into you effortlessly, taking his finger in while your walls clech against it. While you don't realize, Jean's dick is seeping with precum, making a small wet spot go through his boxers and onto his sweatpants.

"Another please." You're so ready to gush all over him; you never understood the effect unhurried foreplay could have on you until this moment. You didn't think it could turn you on this much, let alone cum, but fuck, Jean was making it happen and it was coming fast.

He pushes in his ring finger, curling them both to hit your g-spot, causing your vision to swim.

"Cum on my face, please," Jean mumbles, slightly picking up the speed but nothing too harsh and abrupt.

It didn't take long for you to fall apart, your thighs trembling against him as you moan out his name while gushing on his face and fingers.

"You sound so pretty saying my name." He pulls away and smirks at you, gently rubbing your clit to bring you back down from your high.

"Well maybe you should try and make me do it again," You giggle, feeling ready for what was about to happen.

He makes his way back up your body, pulling off his pants and boxers before aligning himself.

"Are you sure you want this?" He looks into your eyes, worried that he'll fuck up somehow and ruin everything.

"Yes, I'm sure." You pull him in for a gentle kiss, feeling him push into you and stretch you out.

You gasp, not expecting him to be as big as he was. You feel your walls clench against him trying to take him in as smoothly as possible even if it was borderline painful.

"Shit— are you okay?" Jean stops, giving you a worried look, noticing discomfort flash across your face.

"I'm fine, keep going," You reassure him and you mean it. It wasn't anything that was excruciatingly painful, but rather just pressure and soreness and you had to admit it felt fucking amazing.

"I'm still going to take it slow alright? I just— really want to enjoy this moment with you." He kisses your forehead and moves your hands to the top of your head, holding them with one hand and the other gripping the bed frame.

So many thoughts go through your head at once. One part of you was so happy that you and Jean were finally together, admitting to each other what you've kept hidden for years. The other was so fucking scared, scared that there was no certainty that either of you would be alive by next week. So you understood Jean's words and you wanted to enjoy every second with him as well, as if it were your last.

He slides further into you, already feeling his cock start to twitch in you from how tight you are.

"Fuuckk," He drawls, feeling his tip hit your cervix.

"Y-You feel so good," You whimper, feeling yourself coat his dick in arousal as your back starts to arch against his stomach.

He keeps his slow and sensual pace, resting his forehead against yours while giving you soft kisses between each thrust.

You close your eyes, savoring what he feels like inside you, his sluggish movements making you feel fuzzy and warm.

You feel the pressure build up in your stomach again, feeling him hit a spot so deep in you that you didn't realize was even there.

"'m gonna cum again." Your eyes roll back and you move your hips against him, seeing stars as he puts a bit more pressure into your sweet spot, feeling your walls start to flutter.

"Don't hold back." He moves his hand that is holding yours back down to your clit, setting you over the edge.

"Jean!" You throw your head back, losing yourself in the waves of sensations and feeling yourself tightly clutch on his cock.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum too." He immediately pulls out and begins pumping himself.

Your stomach becomes painted with hot white spurts of cum, seeing Jean's face wash over with bliss and relief.

"That was... wow." Jean smiles and pulls you in for one final kiss before putting back on his clothes and walks over to the bathroom to get paper towels.

"That was worth the wait," You giggle, reaching your hand forward as you try to grab the paper towels from his hand.

"No, please, let me." He lightly pushes you back down, gently wiping down your stomach and making sure you were clean before laying back down next to you.

"Thank you, Jean." You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"Why are you thanking me?" He clumsily traces your back, taking in your scent.

"Making me happy." You pull away and look into his eyes, caressing his cheek.

"Well in that case, I promise I will do everything I can to make you as happy as possible for the rest of our lives." He chuckles and kisses your temple before pulling you back into his chest, both of you drifting off to sleep.