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maybankslover · 3 years ago

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Too good at goodbyes- JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warning- Angst, fluff, implied smut. English isn't my first language. Mention of pregnancy.

Summary: Friends who fall in love, only to fall apart and realize that will be each other's eternal love.

Playlist: Too good at goodbyes by Sam Smith/ Cuanto me duele by Morat.

Y/n and JJ had been together since they were sixteen, growing up together and being best friends led to them falling in love. Now four years later things seemed to be falling apart, the pogues were growing tired of the fights that had become quite constant in the past two months. And that's how they had ended up here, fighting like their lives depend on a friday afternoon at the spare bedroom of the chateau.

"I'm tired Y/n" JJ said walking to the door with the intention of leaving but she was faster and put herself in front of him.

"Don't you dare walk out on me JJ" She looked at him on the verge of crying

He looked down before speaking again. "Baby we don't stand a chance." And after that everything went quiet. Their friends who were listening from the living room stared at one another. JJ looked at the girl he had fallen in love at age fifteen, the girl who had been through everything with him with tears in his eyes, Y/n started to fall apart in front of him unable to stop herself.

"This is it, isn't it?" Y/n asked and when he nodded yes, she hugged his waist and ask for him to lay with her one last time, JJ didn't doubt before saying yes.

They laid in bed, in each others arms and without realizing, fell asleep. After two hours of total silence, the pogues decided to check on them and the image in front of them made their hearts ache.

"I hope they find each other in a few years." Pope murmured.

"Yeah me too." Sarah agreed, leaning on her boyfriends hug.

When they wake up the next morning, both already know that holding on for more hours will only hurt them more. There's no one at the chateau when JJ walkes her to her car, hugging and breaking it off, only to hug again a few times. And after one last kiss, Y/n gets in the car, not ready to drive away.

"See you around." She says.

"See you around, take care Y/n/n." JJ closes her door, still not ready to watch her leave.

"Take care J." And with that she went, leaving her heart and soul behind and taking his with her.

Four years went by like the wind and after spending some time working and studying in Europe, there she was going back to her hometown. She had seen Pope a few times on the mainland where he went to university but she hadn't seen her other friends or her ex boyfriend in a very, very, long time.

Sarah walked to the kitchen hoping to find the blond, now, man she was looking for, and thankfully she did.

"Hey I gave something to tell you." JJ looked up to his friend while eating his sandwich.

"You are really pretty Sar but you're like my sister." He jokes, earning a glare from Sarah.

"Not that you big idiot, Y/n, she is coming back." And that was more than enough to capture the 24 year old attention. Their friends already knew the drill between them, every few months the exe's would ask their friends how the other one was doing, just to know, just taking care of each other at a distance.

"Really?." Sarah saw his blue eyes lighting up. "When?"

"Tomorrow I think."

"How is she? is she good?." She sat next to him on the kitchen table and started telling him, how her hair was much longer and back to her natural color, missing the blonde highlights she had done to her hair when she turned seventeen.

The next day Y/n found herself sitting at John B's couch as if nothing had changed, ignoring the fact that they had new inside jokes she was no longer part of, choosing to focus on her family laughing right in front of her, focusing on John B's hug and how it felt like home, focusing on the more defined curls that Kie wore, focusing on Pope's stories about college, focusing on Sarah's babybump and how she didn't want to miss any of this process, and ignoring the fact that she was about to see the love of her life after four years. Y/n was lost in the moment when a voice she recognized better that her own invaded the place, JJ came barging in the house but stopped whatever he was saying when he saw her.

"Y/n". His face wearing the shock of the moment.

"Hey J." She got up of the couch and embraced the blonde on a tight hug. The pogues expectating at the scene that was developing in front of them, what they said about their hairs, how hers was longer but his shorter, even if they didn't realized, their friends saw the adoration their eyes still holded.

Later that night as John B and Sarah were at god's know where while Kie and Pope had already gone home, they laid on a hammock outside, just like they used to do when they were younger. Catching up on what had been going on in ther lives, she told him about all she saw in Europe, and he told her about the surfer shop he was about to open, receiving an "I'm proud of you." from the girl he was still in love with.

He got up to get another beer when Y/n called his name, JJ turned around and looks at her.

"I miss you." She said what he had been dying to hear for the past few hours since she got back. A smile made it's way to his face "I miss you too." He responded.

Y/n needed to and dared to ask. "Are you with someone?."

"Haven't been for a while, you?." He answered, sincere.

"No." She bit her lower lip nervous. The tension started to built up, and JJ came closer to her once again, putting his hands on her face, but before he could ask if he can kiss her, her lips where were already on his, enjoying the taste of beer, weed and coconut chapstick, that he used to steal from her, his lips still held. Without breaking the connection with eachother, they got inside the house and made the path they had done a million times on what seemed a lifetime ago. They got lost in their feelings, touches, kisses and noises on the same bed that had watched them part their ways.

A few hours later, while she rests her head on his chest and he caresses her back in between kisses and with their bodies tangled together he had the urge to ask. "What are you doing back at OBX sweetheart?."

"Missed my home and I'm staying, for good." She looked up at him from her place on his chest.

"Good, cause I'm planning on keeping you with me." JJ kisses her head and watches her smile.

"Good." Maybe they weren't that good at saying goodbye.

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toms-cherry-trees · 4 years ago

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All We Have Is Each Other || Victoria Shelby

Summary: The youngest Shelby brings on the biggest scares

Word count: 2425

Warnings: Infant illness, some swearing, no proofreading

Author’s note: This was sort of inspired from last week’s experience of having to look after my niece with adenovirus (she also has kidneys issues so big panic but she’s doing well)

Taglist: @alandofmyth @nickwilding

Let me know if you wanna be in my taglist

(I know the gif is not Tommy fight me. I got it from Google, not sure who the artist is)

When you struggle every day to get by and money leaves your pockets faster than you can earn it back, a vital part of survival implies staying healthy. No money means no doctors, no hospitals and no medicines. A poor person knows that illness and poverty do not mix well together, and a little cough could turn into a one way ticket to the nearest graveyard. Amongst so many tragedies in their lives, at least all of the Shelbys had been blessed by fate with an iron strong health. All of them but one.

From the moment of her birth, Victoria had been a survivor. The old midwives who attended Rose Shelby on her last delivery deemed the baby too small and frail, struggling to draw in every breath, murmuring that she wouldn’t live to see the sunrise. Then they said she wouldn’t make it to Christmas. Then, she wouldn’t survive the winter. But every day Victoria proved them wrong, slowly, ever so slowly gaining weight and health, rosy replacing the paleness of her cheeks and little rolls filling her legs and arms. Even after Rose’s tragic demise, when they couldn’t figure out how to feed her, and definitely didn’t have the ways to afford a wet nurse, the little girl hadn’t given up and proved herself to be a true, strong Shelby.

That didn’t mean their worries were soothed, no. Even the slightest sign of discomfort sent the family spiralling into panic, fearing the old days of frail health would come back and fate would once and for all cruelly claim their sister’s life like those of so many other kids of her age. It had simply become part of the routine to listen closely to her breathing at night and count carefully every bottle she drank and every nappy she went through. Keeping Victoria alive and well had become the family’s main goal, and they believed themselves to be doing a great job at it. Slowly, Tommy stopped having mini heart attacks every time she breathed too fast, and Polly didn’t fret whenever she had just half a bottle of milk instead of a full one. The worst had passed and the upcoming summer promised warm days and healthy children. Or so they thought.

One early evening the entire family had gathered around the small kitchen table, eagerly wolfing down their meager dinner. Polly had her spoon in one hand and in the other Victoria, the child leaning against her chest; halfway through falling asleep. Not a noise could be heard besides the scratching of cutlery against plates, that was, until the littlest Shelby broke into a fit of coughing, which abruptly ended with the poor thing spilling the contents of her stomach down the front of Polly’s apron and breaking into hysteric crying. Pol rushed to stand and sat the baby on John’s lap as she tried to clean herself. John attempted to rock Vicky to calm her, but the second he touched her, he retreated his hand as if he had touched an open flame.

“What’s the matter?” Ada inquired, after nearly being hit in the face by her brother’s elbow.

Meanwhile John looked as if he had come across death herself “She- she’s fucking burning. How didn’t I notice before she’s like a damn furnace” His fingertips kept pressing against her forehead and cheeks, almost as if John was trying to believe he had made a mistake and it was just his hands being the wrong temperature, not his sister.

In a split second everyone had gathered around Victoria, Arthur pulling at his hair and Tommy scolding himself for not noticing sooner her ragged breaths and her glazed eyes. The old terrors came tumbling over them like an avalanche, paralyzing them with fear and not allowing them to think clearly. Polly was the only who remained level headed, having had children of her own and having cared for this girl since the moment she left the womb.

“John, grab Finn and put him to bed. I don’t know if it is contagious and we can’t afford them both getting sick. Ada, put water to boil in the big pot and the kettle. Arthur, you go knock on Mrs. Woodward door and tell her to come quickly, she owes me a big favour” She turned to face Tommy, who had gone pale as if he was about to be sick himself “You take her up and get her off those dirty clothes, I’m going to prep her a bath”

Everyone rushed to do as they were told, Ada nearly tripping over her own feet as she went to fill the pots, while John struggled to wrestle a very annoyed Finn up the stairs. Tommy’s hands trembled while he carried a still howlering Vicky to the small bathroom and dropped her stained clothes on the sink. Now that he paid more attention, he noticed only her cheeks were red, for the rest of her body had acquired a ghostly pale tone, allowing him to see the tiny blood vessels under the skin. The muscles in between and under her ribs sucked in dramatically with every laborious breath.

Reality had somehow turned into Tommy’s worst nightmare. Nursing that little girl to health had been an uphill battle, but right now it felt as if they had rolled right back at the bottom. Tom was painfully aware of the emptiness of his pockets, and knew that even if they gathered all the money they had, they wouldn’t even be able to afford a cough syrup. Keeping a child alive was a hard task, and the brothers had given everything they had to keep their young ones alive. But right now it seemed as if that hadn’t been enough. They hadn’t been enough.

Polly interrupted his disastrous train of thought by entering the bathroom, carrying a steaming pot and a ragged towel hanging from her arm, closely followed by Ada with the kettle. Both stopped in their tracks when they found Tommy sitting on the edge of the bathtub, cradling Victoria into his chest, silent tears sliding down his cheeks. He seemed to be mumbling something into her ear, inaudible to them. He didn’t move from his spot as Polly got the water to the right temperature; and barely even looked up as his baby sister was pried away from his embrace and placed into the tub.

Polly gave Ada a single look; the girl immediately got the hint, silently slipping out of the bathroom and giving the elders a little bit more privacy.

“She will be fine” Polly mumbled after a while, breaking the unbearable silence. It wasn’t clear if she said that to reassure Tommy, or herself “She has not survived everything she has gone through just to go down with a pathetic flu” Her motherly hands moved with expertise only acquired after having children, hurriedly washing and drying the baby before she could get cold “You all have gone through things like this and you were fine”

“You know I am not afraid of many things Pol” It was true. Tommy only feared a handful of things, but those fears were greater than the world itself. He feared the poverty his family could sink in anyday. He feared losing what little they had earned through sweat and blood. He feared their efforts not being enough and having their young ones taken away by the parish “But I think nothing terrifies me more than losing Vicky. If she dies” He had to force the word out of his mouth like it was venom in his tongue “I’m sure this whole family is dying with her”

“You talk as if we were already laying her down on the churchyard” She regretted those words the moment they were uttered, noticing her nephew visibly flinch, as if her statement had physically hurt him “Here” She handed him Victoria, tightly tucked in the thin towels “Dress her up while I warm up in the kids’ room”

“No. She is sleeping in my bedroom tonight” Polly was quick to open her mouth and protest, but Tommy gave her a rather pitiful look “Let me have this win. You know I could not sleep anyway. Not with her like this” He kept his head down, gaze focused on his sister as he held back tears again, shaky fingers fumbling with the sleeves and buttons of the nightgown.

While most of the initial fuss had subsided, Arthur still hadn’t come back with Mrs. Woodward, and they still had no idea what to do with Victoria. All they had at hand to soothe her were damp clothes to bring down the fever, and different herbs prepped into a sort of warm infusion that the baby refused to drink, now matter how hard they tried to trick her into opening her mouth. Seconds ticked down dreadfully, every minute dragging immensely as they tried to calm the crying child and put her down to sleep, hoping that some rest could cure whatever ailment afflicted her, and they were too poor to treat.

Midnight struck with no signs of improvement, while Arthur returned alone, with nothing but advice to try and give her rice water, and a half-dependable promise to drop by the next morning. Tommy had ushered everyone out of his room, even Polly, and laid Victoria down on his own bed, her ragged breaths and feeble cries piercing his heart with a thousand needles. Even though he could not be to blame for anything, in his eyes, he had failed his sister and therefore failed his mother’s memory.

He had simply resorted to sitting on a pillow on the floor, chin propped onto his thin mattress, his eyes never moving away from his sister’s chest, carefully counting each rise and fall of her breaths. How many minutes ticked by like that he didn’t know, but he had almost dozed off when his door creaked open, the faces of Arthur and John peeking in through the gap. He jerked up so quickly he almost knocked over the basin with the towels and the cup with rice water he had unsuccessfully tried to give to his sister.

“We just wanted to check how she was doing” John explained almost apologetically, after the sudden noises awoke Victoria and caused her to break into yet another fit of silent cries, since she had already screamed herself hoarse.

“Just the same” Tommy stifled a yawn into his arm as he replaced the now warm towels with new ones, mentally scolding himself for falling asleep. His neck felt stiff and his joints already ached from the uncomfortable position he had been sitting on. Arthur plopped onto the single chair in the room, while John sat near his brother, chewing nervously onto his bottom lip.

“Why don’t we call a doctor. We could sell some things” Arthur mulled over, very well aware that there wasn’t much left to sell. The only valuable thing they had were a few jewels belonging to their mother, and they had agreed as a family to sell them only when they were stuck between that and living under a bridge. John made sure to quickly cut that idea “It’s two in the fucking morning Arthur, where are you going to go and find yourself a doctor, eh?”

“There has to be someone in this bloody city. If you are not going to help then -”

“Shut the fuck up, both of you” Tommy could already feel a vein popping in his temple, but whether it was caused by sheer stress or his brothers’ bickering, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that they were not helping anyone like that “We are going to stand watch and wait. If things get worse, I’m bringing a doctor down at gunpoint if I have to” Tommy usually tried to bite down his temper, since the last thing he needed was to be thrown in a jailhouse, but he wouldn’t hesitate to go to any lengths to help his family “We can figure it out the rest later” Tommy himself had been in full panic a few hours ago, but seeing his own family panicking pulled him together enough. Someone had to keep the head above the water, and he couldn’t exactly count on his brothers to do that.

Without any arguments to contradict, and at loss for a better plan, the three brothers sat down and watched. Waited and watched. At some point through the night Ada joined in, claiming she couldn’t sleep. Then Arthur brought in Finn, stating they couldn’t leave him alone. Shortly after John brought in every pillow in the house, complaining that the floor was too hard to sit on. Ada came a bit later with blankets, since the floorboards were cold. Every time someone dozed off, one of the babies started to cry for whatever reason. The black skies had faded into a stormy grey before anyone got anything remotely close to real rest.

The following morning, Polly did her usual early round on the children. Great was her surprise when she found every bed empty. Not even Finn in his cot. Her frantic steps rushed down the hallway, trying to enter Tommy’s bedroom, but finding the door jammed. Pushing a bit more, she came across one of the sweetest scenes in her life. All of the Shelbys were crammed together in Thomas’ tiny room, occupying every last inch of space available. The floor was a tangled mess of hairs, limbs and bedding, Ada had cocooned herself with most of the blankets, leaving Arthur and John to hug each other for warmth. Tommy had his head against his nightstand in a very awkward position, lanky limbs sprawled as uncomfortably as possible. On the bed were the youngest Shelbys, Finn sucking onto his thumb, his free arm crossed over his sister’s chest. Victoria’s eyes were wide open, still pale but much closer to normal, and she looked quite pleased to see her aunt, making grabby hands at her. Polly did her best to tiptoe around the minefield of Shelbys and grab her youngest niece to give her a much deserved breakfast. She didn’t even bother to try and wake the others, they all looked like they could do with some more sleep. Polly smiled to herself as she went down the stairs, reliving the image again in her mind.

The Shelby family may not have much, but they had each other. As long as they had that, they would be fine no matter what.

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years ago

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Can’t Forgive or Forget

Word Count: 2,030

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, OC Characters, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, possibly small fluff? tw: trauma, nightmares

A/N: ---

Masterlist Link to Part One

You could hear loud banging on the hotel door as you whimpered softly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you backed away from the door.

It was pitch black outside, as well as inside the room. Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to control your breathing.

“Open the fucking door!” you could hear John’s voice yelling at you as you cried softly.

Your heart was racing as you put your hands on your head, curling up into a ball as you tried to keep John’s voice out of your head.

“This isn’t real, this isn't real,” you cried softly, trying to calm yourself as you scrunched your eyes tightly.

“This isn't real,” you heard the door being pushed open as you let out a small cry.

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“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)!” you jumped up in your bed, Dean had his hands on your shoulder, shaking you.

“What?” you gasped, sitting up.

“You were crying in your sleep,” your face dropped slightly as you sniffled softly.

“Why did you let me fall asleep?” you said.

“Because you haven't slept in weeks,” he replied.

You wrapped your arms around yourself before clearing your throat, getting off the bed.

“Is Sam back yet?” you asked.

“(Y/N),” Dean started.

“I wonder what’s taking him so long,” you walked to the door, looking out the window as Dean called your name once again.

“We need to talk about this,” he crossed his arms.

“There's nothing to talk about,” you shrugged.

After John passed away all feelings and memories came to haunt you every day and every night. You tried your best to stay awake for as long as you could, and it began to affect you quickly. It was harder to focus on hunts. Your aim was definitely messed up, you even had trouble staying still.

Sam and Dean always tried to talk to you, or help you, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. They didn't deserve the burden of knowing what was going in your head, and know about all your worries and pain. You only saw yourself as broken, only a shell of what you used to be, and it was all your fault.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, with a mix of worry, anger on his face as he looked at you.

“I’m gonna go for a run,” you said.

“It’s 10 PM,” he replied.

You shrugged, walking towards the bathroom to go change, while you could feel the disappointment radiating off of Dean.

“Keep your phone on,” he said.

You nodded softly, closing the door behind you.

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“(Y/N)! Open the door, come on!” you could hear Dean yelling from the other side as you held back your cries, wrapping your arms around your head.

Depending on the point of view, you were getting better, or you were getting worse. The nightmares were worse, all the fear and pain had intensified, but your dad’s actions and abuse towards you came to light.

Everything was going to be okay, or so you kept telling yourself. Then, Sam died. Dean beat you to save him, selling his soul. Fighting the yellow-eyed demon was especially hard, the three of you beaten and broken as you tried to make yourself strong.

Then your father reappeared like a ghost. You instantly tensed up, out of fear. Your bones were aching, as well as the rest of your body, before you held in your cries, reaching for the colt and putting a final end to the demon.

“(Y/N), I know it was hard, but-” he went quiet again before you heard him sigh.

“If you don't open the door in ten seconds, (Y/N/N), I’m gonna have to pick the lock. Save us both the trouble, please,” his voice was softer than before as you let out a breath, slowly walking to the door.

It’s not Dad, Dad’s dead

You opened the door for Dean, as he rushed to wrap his arms around you, while you buried your face into his arms, crying softly.

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“You’ve been having these nightmares since Dad died?” Dean sat down in front of you, while you looked down at your hands, watching them shaking.

“N-No, they… They started after we went t-to the roadhouse… Ellen was just praising Dad for e-everything he did a-and…” you stopped speaking, trying to hold in your cries as Dean lifted your face slightly, wiping your tears.

“W-Why did he hate me so much?” you cried softly.

“I don’t know why he treated you like that, (Y/N/N), but he can’t do it again. He won’t ever hurt you again,” Dean put his arm around your shoulder, sitting next to you as he pulled you in.

“I’m sorry I keep messing up our hunts,” you whispered softly.

“Well, lucky for you, we decided we’re gonna take a small break,” you lifted your head slightly to look at Dean.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, Sammy and I think we deserve a break. What do you think?” he asked.

You nodded softly as he kissed your forehead.

“It’s my last year, so of course I’d want to spend some time with my pain-in-the-ass younger siblings,” he teased as you smacked his arm.

“Why did you have to sell your soul?” you scoffed.

“I needed to save Sam,” he replied.

“You didn't have to kill yourself to do it,” you muttered.

“You'll understand one day,” he said.

After sitting with Dean for some time, you heard his phone go off, receiving a text from Sam.

“He wants to get drinks. Are you up for it?” he asked.

You shook your head before sitting up.

“I think I’m gonna try to sleep,” you said.

“...Okay. We’ll be back soon. Bobby’s downstairs,” he said.

You nodded, pushing yourself under the covers before Dean kissed your forehead once more, receiving a soft smile from you before he left your room.

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“None of us should be calm, Dean! You’re wanted! I’m supposed to be dead, and Sam is on stage drinking kale smoothies!” you yelled at Dean as the four of you left the bunker, walking into town.

As the years passed, you began recovering from the trauma and scars that John left you, relying on Sam and Dean greatly. You were better now, everything was okay. You felt better than you’d felt in your entire life, and in the middle of all this craziness, you found yourself pregnant a year ago.

Sam and Dean were more than excited to become uncles and were ready to make having a kid around work for all three of you.

“Okay, calm down,” Dean said.

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down, Dean!” you held your child, caressing her back as you paced in front of Sam and Dean.

“Look, we get it. It’s scary, but… what can we do about it?” Sam tried to calm you as you shook your head.

“Dean can break the pearl,” you walked towards Dean as he held up his arms defensively, stepping away from you.

“Okay, I know you hate this, but we can’t. Not yet. For Mom’s sake,” Dean defended.

“Dean, Mom’s in love with the idea of Dad. She doesn't know how much he changed after she died,” you corrected.

“Well, then are you gonna tell her?” Sam crossed his arms, raising his eyebrow.

“Sam shut the hell up,” you clenched your jaw.

“I don't love this either, and if Mom wasn’t here… but she is here. We’re going to pretend, just for the night,” Sam replied.

You closed your eyes tightly, shaking your head.

Sam walked next to you, before taking Nicole out of your arms.

“Sam, what are you-” you started.

“I saw some cute baby shoes that I want to get with her,” he began walking away from you and Dean as you scoffed.

“Sam, she isn't even a year old yet. She doesn't know how to walk!” you replied, annoyed.

“It’s never too early, I’ll see you guys later,” he continued walking away as you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“I know this is hard, okay?” you began walking away from Dean as he followed you.

“Mom deserves the truth, but we’re not gonna tell her now. Not while she’s there with Dad. You don’t think she deserves to be happy? Be with him again?” Dean asked you.

“Dean…” you whined.

“Come on, (Y/N),” you could see the look in Dean’s face.

He said Mary wants this, but you knew he did too. There was a time before Mary died where John didn't hurt you, and you were a picture-perfect family. Only Dean remembered. After everything that happened within the past few years, you wanted him to be happy, he deserved it.

You sighed, nodding your head.

“Thank you,” he let out a breath of relief.

“But that man is going nowhere near my baby,” you warned as he nodded.

The two of you continued to make your way to the shops, getting the groceries.

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You kept to yourself for most of the night, feeling your heart racing as you bounced your leg. The night was filled with laughter and joy. Sam and Dean were happy, John was happy, Mary was happy and you were still scared, as you had been for the whole night.

You found your excuse to leave, saying it was time for Nicole to go to bed. You waved a quick goodbye, picking her up as you went to your room, letting out a sigh. You made it through the night.

You heard footsteps approaching you, while you looked up, seeing John making his way to the bedroom door,

standing there as he led against the doorframe.

“It’s difficult, seeing you all grown up like this,” he started.

You kept your back to him, cradling Nicole in your arms as you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths.

He wouldn't hurt you, not now.

“Yeah,” you said softly.

You could feel his eyes on you as you laid Nicole down in her cradle.

“You know, you haven't said much tonight,” he started.

“Sam and Dean told me everything about them, but you… you haven't talked to me. How did life treat you after I died?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw, hiding your emotions as you turned to face him.

“Terribly,” you said.

You could see the look of shock on his face as you sighed.

“I-I had nightmares, I was in pain all the time,” you shook your head.

“I didn't-” he started.

“Nightmares that you caused,” you dug your nails into your palm, seeing his face soften.

“What do you mean?” he frowned.

“Are you… Do you not remember all the bruises you gave me? A-All the wounds, all the scars? Do you not remember abusing me?” you tried to hide your anger as you took a step closer to him.

“Oh, come one. I never abused you, (Y/N),” he started.

“You won’t even admit it to yourself. Well, sorry I’ve been distant, and sorry I haven't talked to you all night, but I can't find it in my heart to forget what you did, and I most certainly can’t forgive it. I hate you, so, so much.”

“You know I never meant to hurt you-”

“I don't want to hear it. The only reason I didn't tell Mom what happened, is because Sam and Dean told me not to. They want to protect your image in her head,” you spat.

You could see a pained expression on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he replied.

You didn't reply, instead, you looked away, keeping your gaze off of him while you could feel hot tears rushing to your eyes. You watched as he walked away, closing the door behind him as you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillows as you cried softly.

All memories and all the pain came rushing back, hurting you more and more than you could ever think it would. You remembered your bruises, you remembered your scars, you remembered the feeling of hating yourself constantly, all because of him.

But now it was over, and now he was gone.

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potrix-the-queerschlaeger · 4 years ago

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joy in my heart - chapter 1

Or; What if Johnny had been forced to step up? [On AO3.]

February 5th, 2002

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Johnny glances away from the awkwardly shifting nurse, over to the empty hospital bed. The sheets are rumpled, one of the tabloids Shannon loves to hate lying open on the pillow. Her favorite mug, the tag of the tea she’s started drinking against the morning sickness hanging over the rim, is sitting on the bedside table. “To the bathroom? The cafeteria?”

“Mr Lawrence,” Shannon’s doctor speaks up, and the pity in his voice that he doesn’t quite manage to hide makes something heavy settle in Johnny’s stomach, “your girlfriend left the hospital earlier this morning—”

Johnny’s shaking his head. “No, she—she gave birth a day ago? She—”

“Ms Keene discharged herself, against medical advice, about an hour ago.”

Before Johnny can even begin to wrap his head around any of that, there’s a soft knock on the door. The nurse goes to open it, gesturing for the woman on the other side to come in. She’s got a clipboard under her arm, and a no-nonsense expression on her face.

“Ah, right on time,” the doctor greets somberly. Then, addressing Johnny again, he says, “Mr Lawrence, allow me to introduce you to Mrs Porter.”

“Mr Lawrence,” Mrs Porter says, with a curt nod. “Francis Porter, Child Protective Services. Why don’t we take a seat?”

In his crib, Robby starts crying.

(Watch out for the break!)

February 14th, 2002

They won’t let him take Robby home.

Johnny’s sitting on the old, dirty carpet floor in their—his, now, he supposes, with Shannon fucked off to who knows where—shitty little one-bedroom apartment, his back against the couch, and a mostly empty bottle of the cheapest whisky the gas station had to offer on the coffee table in front of him.

The foster family they’ve lined up has experience with babies like Robby, they’d said.

It’s too early to tell if there is going to be lasting damage, they’d said.

We can refer you to people who know how to help, they’d said.

No one is trying to take your son away from you, they keep saying.

Yeah, right.

Johnny reaches for the bottle again.

“Happy fuckin’ Valentine’s Day, Shan.”

April 21st, 2002

Robby is asleep. He’s asleep in some strange woman’s arms, tiny chest rising and falling steadily, looking so damn peaceful—

Johnny turns around and walks away, ignoring Mrs Porter calling after him.

June 13th, 2002

“Please, Mr Lawrence,” the guy who stole Robby, who’’s telling him he can’t see his own fucking kid says, blocking Johnny’s view into the house, “you can’t be here, not unsupervised. You know you can’t.”

Johnny takes a step forward, swaying on unsteady feet. “I just—I just wan’ to—only for a minute. One minute, okay? ‘S all I’m askin’, okay?”

In the distance, Johnny can hear sirens.

He blacks out before the cops arrive.

July 8th, 2002

“Fetal alcohol spectrum disorders (FASDs) are a group of conditions that can occur in a person whose mother drank alcohol during pregnancy. Symptoms can include an abnormal appearance, short height, low body weight, small head size, poor coordination, behavioural problems, learning difficulties and problems with hearing or sight. Those affected are more likely to have trouble in school, legal problems, participate in high-risk activities and have problems with alcohol or other drugs. The most severe form of the condition—”

Johnny doesn’t bother putting the book back before he stalks out of the library.

July 9th, 2002

“My name’s Johnny. I’m—I’m an alcoholic? That’s what you’re supposed to start with, right? My kid, uh, Robby? He’s the reason I’m here, I guess? He’s not staying with me right now. For obvious reasons. His mom’s not in the picture. I—look, I don’t really know what the hell you want me to say? I just—I just want to see my kid, man.”

August 4th, 2002

Robby is six months old. He looks at Johnny with big, curious, familiar blue eyes, thumb jammed into his mouth. He’s drooling all over his sleeve, wispy blond hair sticking up wildly from the nap he’s just woken up from. He’s still got pillow creases on his chubby little cheek.

“He’s been doing really well lately,” Helen tells Johnny, with a soft little smile. She bounces Robby, smoothing back his hair. “Isn’t that right, honey? Are you ready to say hi to your daddy?”

Johnny’s heart is in his throat.

His hands fumble, for a moment, when Helen passes Robby over, before he manages to settle on under Robby’s butt, and the other on his back. Slowly, carefully, Johnny lifts him out of Helen’s hold, pulling him close against his chest.

Robby makes a cooing baby noise, still staring at Johnny, and curls his free hand into the collar of Johnny’s shirt.

Johnny is holding his son.

For the very first time.

He is never letting go again.

Ever.

October 25th, 2002

“—crying for, like, forty minutes now? That can’t be normal? Right? I’m—what the hell am I doing wrong, he won’t stop—”

“Johnny.” Helen, in Johnny’s less than expert opinion, sounds way too calm, considering the situation at hand. “We knew this was going to be an adjustment for him. First overnight visit with you, in an unfamiliar apartment, a complete deviation from his usual routine. He’s probably just a little confused.”

Confused because he’s staying with his deadbeat, piece of shit father.

Right.

“He’ll be fine, Johnny. You’re doing great,” Helen reassures him, as if reading his mind. Johnny squints suspiciously. “You’ve bathed him, fed him, changed him—”

Whatever she says after that, Johnny doesn’t hear, since Robby decides to add flailing to his sobbing, and yanks the phone right out of Johnny’s grasp.

“—some calming music,” Frank is suggesting, when Johnny manages to jam the receiver back between his ear and shoulder. “Helen is partial to ‘Stuck On You’, but anything slow will do, in a pinch. Put on some music, walk him around, bounce him. You’ll be fine.”

Music. Yes. Okay.

That’s definitely doable.

Only.

“Wait, Lionel Richie? What the hell have you been teaching my kid, oh my god, and they let you be foster parents? Unbelievable—”

“Johnny.” Helen’s clearly trying to hold back laughter, and not doing a very good job of it. And that, somehow, is enough to finally make Johnny listen. Really listen. She wouldn’t laugh at him if Robby was in actual danger. “You will be fine. Both of you. All right?”

Johnny doesn’t own anything Richie, obviously, but one of the boxes he hasn’t unpacked yet is stuffed full of all his mom’s old tapes. He rummages through it one-handed, while Robby attempts to make him go bald prematurely, until his fingers land on an old, well-loved copy of ‘Rumours’.

“Definitely beats Richie,” Johnny murmurs, and pops the tape into his cassette player.

Robby is probably just startled, when it starts in the middle of a not exactly slow song, but he does finally, blessedly, stop crying. He still looks like he’s thinking about it, though, so Johnny hugs him a little tighter, and starts singing along.

All I want is to see you smile. If it takes just a little while. I know you don't believe that it's true. I never meant any harm to you.

February 4th, 2003

They’re celebrating Robby’s first birthday at Helen and Frank’s house.

There isn’t a huge crowd present, but Johnny had still been surprised at how many familiar faces were there to greet him.

“Like we’d miss this,” Tommy had scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs, while Jimmy’d nodded along. “Nowhere else we’d rather be, man.”

Bobby had just pulled him into an almost bone-crushing hug, and whispered quietly, “I am so proud of you, John.”

Because making someone cry at their kid’s birthday party was, apparently, a thing priests did.

Johnny is sipping his apple juice, squished onto the couch between Bobby and Tommy, when there’s a dull thud from the other side of the room. Helen is standing right by Robby, who’s looking mostly confused as to why he’s on the floor instead of toddling towards the gift table, frowning down at the carpet as if it’s personally offended him.

Then, his lower lip begins to wobble.

Helen is right there. Frank not five feet away.

Robby looks up at her, at Frank, then over at Johnny. Lifting up his arms, eyes wide and wet, he demands, “Dada?”

Johnny’s never moved faster in his life. “I’m right here, buddy. I’ve got you.”

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #robby keene #fatherhood #lawrusso #eventually #father son relationship #father son #parenthood #myfics

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americancowgirl19 · 5 years ago

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The Good Stuff

Summary: There’s always been something between Bobby’s daughter, Y/n, and John’s son, Dean. It never went past lingering touches and flirting until Sam left for college and John started leaving Dean on his own more often. It started off with them being simple hunting partners until it wasn’t simple anymore. Then Dean sells his soul for Sam and begins acting different. One night Y/n snaps and they blow up at each other. Dean leaves Y/n in the motel and heads for the bar where he has an interesting conversation with the bartender.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Reader: Female Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2,014

A/n: This takes place towards the beginning of season three and is inspired by the song ‘The Good Stuff’ by Kenny Chesney

Masterlist

The rumble of the Impala is the only noise on the empty road. Dean grips the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles are white. His jaw is clenched so tight he’s surprised his teeth haven’t shattered under the pressure.

“I’m your family too, Dean! I may not be your blood but I’m family!”

This isn’t the first time him and Y/n have fought but it is the first time where a drive through the night on an empty road isn’t calming him down. If anything he feels himself getting more worked up as his mind replays the fight over and over again in his head.

“I am the only one who has been there for you for everything! Everything! And let’s face it Dean, you’re not exactly a peach all the time! But I stuck around! Me!”

His mind focuses on her voice. She had a sarcastic tone that quickly went enraged before it started cracking.

“What about me Dean?! I can’t lose you but you’re not giving me a chance!”

Along with her voice he remembers her facial expressions. She kept a steady glare all throughout the fight but her eyes always gave her away. They were angry but most of all they were scared, terrified. His heart clenches as he remembers how tears puddled but never fell.

“All you ever care about is Sam and yourself! You don’t give a damn about me! I love you and you’re leaving!”

Grumbling under his breath he pulls into a bar. He’s thankful they’re in a small town and there’s hardly anyone in the joint. He turns off the Impala and slams the door after climbing out. Once he’s in the bar he makes a beeline straight for the closest stool.

Looking down the bar he notices the bartender, an older gentleman, is sitting in the corner practically falling asleep. Looking around he notices there’s only one other person in the bar and it seems to be a coworker. Clearing his throat loudly Dean gains the mans attention.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender asks walking up to Dean. Dean goes to respond but hesitates. He contemplates if he should have a beer trying to be responsible seeing as he had to drive back to the motel. However, he also felt a need for something a lot stronger.

“The good stuff,” Dean responds not really caring what the bartender brought back. When the man didn’t reach around for a whiskey nor attempted to pour Dean a beer he frowned his eyebrows. Dean felt a little awkward when the man seemed to tear up a bit.

“You can’t find that here,” He responded with a small smile. His eyes went distant as if thinking back on a memory. He lets out a little laugh and leans against the bar top. “Cause it’s the first long kiss on a second date. Mamma’s all worried when you get home late.” He lets out a huff of breath, a small smile still dancing on his lips. “It’s droppin’ the ring in the spaghetti plate cause your hands are shakin so much,” He continues to grin still lost in his thoughts. “It’s the way she looks with rice in her hair... and eatin’ burnt suppers the whole first year, asking for seconds to keep her from tearin up. That...That’s the good stuff,”

Dean sat there for a moment soaking up his words. His mind goes back to all the flirting he and Y/n did in the middle of Bobby’s kitchen. Whenever Dean stayed at Bobby’s they were always in the kitchen. It’s Y/n favorite part of the house and of course wherever she is, Dean’s not far behind.

His eyes close as he remembers their first kiss. It was before dad went missing, before Sam went off to college. They were all at Bobby’s and Y/n was cleaning up after a meal. His dad and Bobby had gone off to talk about something and Sam was in a food coma.

She was washing the dishes singing her favorite song under her breath. Dean simply watched her from the doorway. He specifically watched her hips as they swayed to the beat of the song she was singing. He hadn’t drank much but it was enough to think it was a good idea to go up to her.

The instant his hands rested on her hips, she stilled. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in deeply. A small smile appeared on his lips when she leaned back into him.

“What are you doing?” She whispers to him.

“Standing,” He whispers back, his voice an octave lower than normal. He smirks not missing the shiver that goes down her spine. He leans his head against hers and reaches around her to take the dish cloth from her hand. He replaces the dishcloth his his own hand and takes a step back. Spinning her around he pulls her into his arms. “Keep singing,” He urges.

Y/n lets out a small laugh as a bright blush settles into her cheeks. However, when she looks into his eyes she finds it impossible to deny him. She begins to sing the song again following his lead as they sway around the kitchen.

When she song ended he kissed her. It was soft, neither of them deepening it. It was innocent, neither of them pushing for anything more. Dean simply wanted to hold the girl he was head over heels in love with and kiss her before his dad forces him to leave in the morning.

“This isn’t a good idea,” Y/n whispers against his lips while looking into his eyes.

“Shh,” Dean whisper caressing her face. “Don’t worry about tomorrow,” Y/n smiles kissing him again. Dean smiles as well and holds her even closer.

When Dean’s eyes open he’s back at the bar. The bartender was washing the counter top. Clearing his throat, Dean tries to shake the memory away but doesn’t try too hard. It’s one of his favorite’s. Their second kiss wouldn’t come for another couple of years.

Neither of them tried to further their relationship after their moment in the kitchen but they weren’t the same around each other either. They were closer. The flirting intensified, the looks became more obvious and the touches lingered longer. But like Y/n said, it wasn’t a good idea and they both knew it. They’re both hunters, they’ve both lost a lot. The last thing they wanted was to get involved only to lose each other. But love doesn’t care, it’ll come whether you want it or not.

When they kissed for the second time, Dean knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Y/n had her claws in him since they were kids but when they shared their second kiss he was a goner. She had him wrapped around her finger so tight he couldn’t escape and he didn’t want too. Hunting is a dark life and sometimes Y/n’s smile and her laugh are his only rays of light. He knew he was being selfish but he stopped caring. He wanted his light and he didn’t want to give her up. So, when she stuck around and didn’t try to leave, he held onto her even tighter.

A light beer appearing in front of him breaks Dean from his thoughts. Looking up he sees the bartender smiling at him. Dean nods his thanks and accepts the beer.

“Got a girl at home?” He asks. Dean instantly smiles and nods again. “She pretty?”

“Gorgeous,” Dean responds lifting the beer to his lips. “We got in a fight earlier,” Dean explains to him. “I was being... insensitive... an asshole... as usual,” Dean mumbles.

“We all have our moments,” He tells Dean.

“She puts up with a lot for me,” Dean says. “I’m not an easy person to get along with,”

“Most guys aren’t easy but women love us anyways for some reason,” He laughs a bit. “I’ve put my girl through some tough nights before,” Dean smiles slightly. “But as long as there’s something to fight for then it’ll work out,”

“Yeah,” Dean sighs taking another sip. His eyes scan along the bar aimlessly until he notices a picture taped to the mirror. The bartender turns around to see what had caught his attention. He instantly smiles and reaches for it. Taking it off the mirror he holds it between his fingers before showing it to Dean.

“That’s my Bonnie,” He explains. Dean grabs the black and white picture. “That was taken ‘bout a year after we wed.”

“Beautiful,” Dean compliments handing the picture back.

“Yeah, she was,” He nods holding the picture delicately. Dean’s face falls slightly. “I spent five years in the bar when cancer took her from me,” Dean lowers his gaze as he feels the guilt begin to come back.

“What about me Dean?! What am I supposed to do without you?!”

“But I’ve been sober three years now,” He says breaking Dean’s train of thought. “There’s one thing stronger than whiskey,” Dean tilts his head slightly. “The sight of her holdin’ my baby girl. The way she adored that string of pearls I gave her the day our youngest boy, Earl, married his high school love,” Dean smiles a bit as the bartender continues to look at the picture. “It’s a new t-shirt sayin I’m a grandpa.” His smile begins to fade. “Bein right there are our time got small and holdin her hand when the good Lord called her up,”

Dean looks down at his beer bottle. His mind is soaking up the mans story like a sponge to water.

“Yeah, man,” The bartender nods putting the picture back. “That’s the good stuff,” Dean finishes his beer and stands up. “When you get home she’ll start to cry. When she says I’m sorry, say so am I. Look into those eyes so deep in love and drink it up... Cause that’s the good stuff,”

Dean smiles slightly and slowly nods. He goes to pay for his beer but the bartender waves him off. Thanking the man, Dean practically races to the car before speeding back to the motel. He felt thankful that Sam wasn’t with them at the moment. He needed his girl to himself.

“You’re back early,” Y/n commented when Dean came barging through the door. “You’re usually out the whole night when we fight,” She says looking back at the research.

“I’m sorry,” Dean tells her.

“I don’t want to start this again,” Y/n sighs slowly. “Can we do this tomorrow?”

“No,” Dean shakes his head walking up to her. Y/n sighs again expecting another argument but Dean simply kneels in front of her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through this. I’m sorry for being selfish with you. I should have fought harder for a better deal, I should have done things differently but when Sammy... When he died... I couldn’t think straight. Nothing else mattered but getting him back and I’m so sorry that I have to hurt you to get him back,” Y/n looks away from him as she tries to control her tears. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you so much. You’re my world. I should have never been selfish with you,”

Dean rests his hands on her thighs and slowly caresses them. Y/n sniffles and wipes her eyes before looking back at him. Dean smiles a bit and leans up to kiss her. Y/n weaves her fingers through her hair. Dean stands pulling her with him.

“I’m sorry too,” Y/n whispers. “I said things I shouldn’t have. I know you love me. I know you don’t just love Sam,”

“Shh,” Dean whispers grabbing her hand. Y/n smiles laughing a bit as Dean twirls her before pulling her back into his arms. “Don’t worry about it,” He says while swaying them slowly. Slowly, Y/n begins to hum the song she had sang before their first kiss. Dean recognizes it instantly and holds her against him tighter. He stares into her eyes not daring to look away. “I love you,” Dean whispers.

#dean winchester #dean x fem!reader #dean winchester x female!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #dean x female!reader #dean x reader #dean x y/n #The Good Stuff #kenny chesney #supernatural #spn #fanfic #fanfiction #winchester

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pumpkinpiejack · 4 years ago

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A couple days ago I sent this ask to @lobotomycastiel and actually ended up writing it. It’s mainly about Dean, Claire, and baby Jack dealing with some of the pain of losing Cas.

You can also read it on AO3.

Three days.

Three days, Dean had been in charge of Jack. Three days since they found him smoldering the blankets on Kelly’s bed, sheets stained with blood. Three days since Dean had picked him up and refused to put him down.

Three days since Dean put Cas’s body on that pyre and watched it burn to nothing but ash and dust.

It stains everything he touches, streaks against Jack's baby pale skin, fingerprints on Sam’s clothes. The taste coating the back of his tongue. He can't escape it, can't drive fast enough to get rid of it. It lingers in the air around him and mocks him for his loss, but he still can’t seem to bring himself to wash it off.

Jack hasn't stopped crying since they lit the pyre. Dean prepared the body himself. He owed this to Cas after everything, to prepare his body right, to make sure his hands were gentle. He carried him out to the pyre too, a baby strapped to his chest, unnaturally quiet in the fading light of the sun.

Dean hadn't been able to finish it. His entire body stood curled around Jack, his face buried in the baby's soft hair as his hands shook so hard he couldn't light the match. He couldn't pour the salt, he couldn't hold the gas can.

His skin felt too tight for his body, like something was trying to escape, an animal in his chest scratching and clawing at the inside of his ribs and everything hurt.

Jack cries and he cries and he cries and Dean is thrown back into every shitty night on the road with Sam as a baby and he can't breathe. He remembers waking up at night to the same sound and curling up in a playpen that was far too small for both him and Sam. He wanted to make it better. He wanted to be able to help and make the crying stop.

But, the only time Jack stops is when Dean holds him and only when it's in a specific way. His tiny cheek needs to be pressed into Dean’s shoulder, just over Cas’s handprint and doesn't that just fucking hurt.

It aches in a whole new way, like he somehow senses Cas there.

The handprint itself has faded over the years. All the times he’s been healed and rebuilt from the inside out, and it is the only thing that remains. A discolored and slightly raised patch of skin that means more to him than any physical object on earth (besides his baby of course).

Three days. Two days to drive home and one day to prepare himself.

Sam made the call. Dean couldn't get Jack to stop crying long enough to do it himself, not without risking waking him up. Even with a day to prepare himself, it still wasn't nearly enough.

When Claire walks in it's like the floor falls out from underneath Dean’s feet. She’s a mess. Her eyes rimmed red, mascara and eyeliner streaking down her face and she looks like she drove straight through the night. Her hands shake, just like his as he hands Jack to Sam.

He holds him awkwardly, his hands too big, too unaccustomed to holding something so fragile. Dean could count the number of times Sam had held Jack on one hand. He couldn't be away from Dean for long or he would start crying, shrill shrieks that shake the very ground they stood on. Cries that cause the glass to rattle in its pane and nearly makes Dean’s ears bleed on more than one occasion.

“You look like a mess.”

“Says you.”

Touché. Dean hasn't slept either, hasn't showered, hasn't eaten. He drove 1,700 miles in two days, a crying baby strapped into his backseat the entire way. He knows he looks like shit. He still has ash smeared across his face, he can't seem to bring himself to wipe it away.

He can't bring himself to be far from Jack, can't stand him crying. He can't look at Jack, his eyes repeatedly drawn to the blue that is so familiar and so foreign all at once. He can't light a match. He can't think about his mom. He can't admit Cas is….

There's a lot he can't do right now.

Claire’s voice is quiet. It’s calm in all the ways that Dean knows that she isn't. He can see the rage boiling under the surface. The sadness, the grief all tangled into a little ball, locked away so deep inside of her that the only place it was visible was her eyes.

She tries to stay strong, but she still looks around as if she’s missing something, because the truth is, she is. She looks around the room searching for the same figure that he does every time he enters a room and they’ll never find it. Not now and never again.

He turns to tell Cas a joke, and he’s not there. He’ll see a blurry image of tan and black out of the corner of his eye and reach out with Jack, a mumbled thank god under his breath, but there’s never anyone there.

He’s just alone as she is, even with three other people in the room.

And then the dam breaks.

“How could you?” Dean keeps looking at her. He owes her that. He looks her in the eye and listens, because he owes her that. He watches as they fill with tears and, god, hers are the same as Jack’s. So similar but not quite right. Almost everything he could ever want and his chest burns.

Cas never cried, even when he was dying on the floor of that barn, black ooze streaming out of his mouth, skin rotting and flaking up the side of his neck, he didn't cry. He just looked at Dean with those blue eyes and told him he loved him, that he loved all of them.

They never got to talk about it.

“You were supposed to keep him safe!” Her voice breaks as she launches herself at him, her fists smacking against his chest, but he can't really feel it. Over and over and over she drives the side of her fist into his chest. Like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He makes no move to stop her, to grab her hands and still them. He just lets her. I owe her this, I deserve this. “You promised me you would keep him safe,” and all at once her anger is gone, washed away with her tears as she leans her head against his chest and she sobs. “How could you?”

Finally, Dean moves. He places a hand on the back of her head, careful of any indication that she didn't want to be touched, but she just leans in farther, collapses into his chest and sobs harder.

She’s so small, so young despite her fiery disposition, he could tuck her perfectly under his chin. Dean remembers feeling on top of the world at her age. Twenty years old and suddenly he could rule the world, tear it all down from the ground up and rebuild it in his own image if he wanted. But here she is, a perfect mirror of him and all he sees is a scared little kid.

He can hear Jack crying in the background, having reached his limit of being away from Dean.

Eventually, she pulls away, shoving him and turning to where Sam is holding Jack uncomfortably. Claire smears her makeup farther down her face. There is still anger in her eyes and part of it scares him. It was the same anger he had held the first time he laid eyes on Jack.

Part of him wanted to leave him there. Part of him wanted to do what he originally planned when he walked into that house gun in hand, but he knows he never would. Jack wasn't a monster. He wasn't anything more than a baby. He cried and screamed and had the tiniest hands and the bluest eyes and even just looking at him made Dean’s heart soften.

Something like that couldn't be a monster anymore than Sam could, or little Bobby John.

So, instead, he scooped Jack up, the baby's skin burning his own, a tiny handprint searing itself onto the skin of his left forearm.

“He looks like Cas.” Claire laughs, but it sounds more like a sob than anything. Jack seems to quiet as she draws closer, his blue eyes widening as he takes her in. He’s so small in Sam's arms, blinking and whimpering as his crying petered down to nothing.

“Yeah he does.” Dean’s voice is rough as he reaches out to take Jack from Sam’s arms.

Sam is looking at the two of them, his eyes flickering between them as if it was a tennis match, a furrow between his brows. He is probably just as confused as Dean is.

Jack doesn't just stop crying. He either cries so much that he passes out or Dean spends hours with him pressed against the last fading remnants of the handprint, humming and rocking him. To see him just fade off while still awake was damn near a miracle.

Claire collapses in one of the chairs around the radar and holds out her arms expectantly.

“Come on, then.” Dean lets out a huff of laughter, or something as close to it as he's gotten since everything. He moves closer with Jack in his arms and slides him into Claire’s. Jack coos and waves his hands around. It's the uncontrolled movements of a newborn, more of a muscle spasm than anything, and Claire snorts out another little laugh as he accidentally smacks her collarbone.

“He’s so calm.” Sam's voice is awed.

Dean is right there with him, Jack isn't crying, he isn't uncomfortable. For the first time, he seems almost happy. He curls closer to her and lets out the tiniest yawn, his eyes crunching closed. Claire looks mesmerized. She gives Jack her fingers and he wraps his whole hand around them.

“I'm staying.” Claire says suddenly, eyes still locked with Jack’s. She can't seem to look away and neither can he.

“Okay.” And it’s as simple as that.

Three days. 84 hours, with no more sleep than a cat nap here and there and yet he still couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Every time he tries, he manages to get five steps away from Jack’s bassinet before he starts to scream and he couldn't exactly sleep with the baby on him, not when he could wake up from a nightmare fighting.

So he wanders the bunker. Up and down through the levels, crisscrossing through the hallways. Jack is tucked up against his shoulder like always. The thumb of the handprint brushes against his cheek in the mockery of a caress. He’s whimpering slightly, but at the very least he hasn’t completely started crying yet.

Dean reaches the kitchen only to find it already occupied. Claire is perched on the counter, a beer in one hand and the other wiping away another round of tears. Dean debates leaving her there, but finds that he can’t.

He’s been there more than a handful of times and during each one he was constantly torn between wanting to be left the fuck alone and wanting someone to notice. He wanted someone to realize that he wasn’t doing okay, to sit there with him as he broke apart. He never wanted to talk, didn’t want to cry in front of them, but realizing that someone cared enough to notice his downward spiral always seemed to help in its own fucked up way.

So, Dean pulls the bottle from her loose fingertips and puts on a pot of coffee. Claire makes grabby-hands at him until he relents, handing over Jack who just coos and twines his hands into her leather jacket. Well, Dean’s leather jacket. The same one she had snagged from his closet not too long ago, as if he wouldn’t notice. Jack immediately falls more silent than he’s been all day, his eyes sliding shut with another yawn that is far too big for his tiny body.

She’s so good with him already, her hands gentle as they shush him.

Claire thinks her hands are made for violence, for torture, for killing, for hunting. She thinks that’s all they’ll ever really be good for. She’s a predator, a soldier, made for a war that she didn’t know existed until it ruined her life. But those hands are also for protecting, for comforting, for saving.

She is good, at her core. Gentle and loving and all of Dean and Cas and Sam and Jody and Donna’s good traits all mixed into one girl who stands before him. A better person than he’ll ever be.

She’s stolen his bad traits too, the same way she stole that jacket. Put it on as a layer of protection against the world. It’s too big for her, doesn’t fit quite right, because it’s not hers and it’s not Dean’s either. It was too big for Dean too when he first put it on 20 years ago and he doesn’t know if he ever actually grew into it, or just thinks he did.

Together, they sit, shoulder to shoulder and don't say anything and that’s enough for the both of them. They drink their coffee until they can blame their shaking hands on that and listen to Jack’s even breathing.

Dean doesn’t move, even as Claire rests her head against his shoulder, the same shoulder Jack does, and he feels the tears soak in.

Four days. 96 hours and Jack finally manages to fall asleep without crying.

Nine days.

Nine days and he’s barely surviving. He can’t move, he can’t breathe, he can’t exist without something tearing at him from the inside out. But, he continues on anyway.

So many things he can’t do. So many contradictions that have slowly become his life.

Claire and him have a system. They work like a machine, two parts of the same person. They don’t look at each other, they can’t. Dean sees all the ways she looks like Cas, all the ways she looks like him, and she sees all the ways he’s failed her.

But they work together, anyway, for Jack.

And that scares him too.

It’s hard to see her with him and not see himself reflected back. He was a lot younger when he first had to learn how to change a diaper or make a bottle but she’s still too young to have that responsibility thrown onto her.

Claire takes to it like she takes to everything else: a fake grin that he can spot from a mile away and a sly joke.

She pours formula into the bottle and he gets his bath ready and at night they sit together on the counter and they watch over Jack. On the nights they manage to sleep he can hear her sneak into his room and pass out in the chair closest to Jack’s bassinet. Four hours later, he guides her into the bed and takes up her spot.

It never fails to make him feel like shit when she steals Jack’s from his hands. Makes him feel like John.

Dean doesn’t tell Sam this, but he somehow knows, the same way he always does.

Sam looks at him as he looks at Claire and marches up to him with a furrow in his brow and Dean knows that he’s not going to like whatever comes out of Sam’s mouth next.

“Can we talk?”

“No.” Sam gives him a harsh look and grabs his arm, dragging him out of the room anyway, down the hall and around the corner so their voices won’t travel.

“Sam, I said no.” Dean doesn’t even have the strength to pull his arm out of Sam’s grip, he’s just so tired.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care.” Sam leans against the wall across from him, his hands open by his side, his shoulders slouched. “Look at me, Dean, you need to let Claire help you.”

“I have.”

“No you haven’t.” Sam sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Dean really wants to take a pair of clippers to it. “She helps you, but you don’t let her.”

“Well, maybe it’s because it’s not her responsibility.” Dean crosses his arms, feet squared, even as he sways slightly.

“And it’s somehow yours? Dean, we were all friends with Cas.”

Were, were, were. Past tense, always past tense because Cas is gone. He’s not coming back, he’s ash and bone on a beach 20 hours away, and Dean took a shower but he can still somehow taste it on the back of his throat. His burns sting when he moves his hands. The handprint of his forearm reminds him of the one on his shoulder and he can’t breathe.

“Yes.” Dean chokes out. “Yes. He’s my responsibility and I’m not going to push that onto someone else just because I want to drink or sleep or go on a hunt.”

Dean watches as Sam’s entire face goes blank. He shuts down for a moment before coming back to life all at once, like a computer rebooting itself after it’s been overloaded.

“Dean.” It’s Sam’s turn to choke out the word. “Dean you're not dad.” Dean bolts upright and suddenly wants to punch something. He wants to scream and yell and feel the crunch of wood and bone under his feet.

He doesn’t even have the excuse of the Mark of Cain this time. Just his own shitty emotions getting the better of him.

“I’m not talking about this.”

“Yes we are.” Sam catches Dean's sleeve and Dean nearly socks him on principle. “Dean letting people help you isn't bad, that’s what new parents do. Claire isn’t four, she can choose whether she wants to help or not and right now she wants to help. So let her.”

Dean knows. He knows for as much as Claire acts like him, she isn’t him, but it’s hard to divorce the two ideas when he looks at her everyday and sees a mirror.

She’s been getting more frustrated over the week because Dean won’t let her help. She has to push her way through him in order to do anything useful. Dean can’t stop her from staying awake but he can make sure that he gets everything done before she does so she doesn’t have to.

Dean doesn’t want Claire to feel like she needs to help just because she can calm Jack down. She deserves to have her own life. To go out and hunt and have fun if she wants to and not have to take care of a newborn that is needier than most. But no matter what he does, she’s still right there next to him, trying to help in any way she can.

Dean rips his arm out of Sam’s grip and marches back to where Claire is holding a whimpering Jack. His eyes glow gold ever so often, but she just shushes him with a kiss on the forehead.

Claire already loves that kid. Loves him enough that she would put his life before hers. And you know what? Dean can’t even bring himself to blame her when he made the same choice at four.

Dean collapses into the chair next to her and reaches out to grab him.

“Do you want to go get his bottle ready while I try to keep him settled?” The smile she sends his way is worth more than anything.

“So I’ve been trying to find out why you two, in particular, calm Jack down so much.” Sam’s voice echoed through the bunker, breaking the suffocating silence they’ve been in for so long. He stares at the two perched in their usual spot on the counter, a single mug of coffee teetering between them, lipstick smears on one side.

They look like shit.

In sync they give him a raised eyebrow. Claire passes Jack over to Dean, the baby snuffling in his sleep, and snatches the coffee cup from his hand. She makes sure to twist it before taking a drink, lining up with the lipstick mark already there.

“Well back when that whole thing happened like four years back, we found out that angels leave a bit of grace behind.”

No.

“And that handprint was a direct tie from soul to grace.”

No.

“I think he’s reacting to Cas’s grace that remains inside of you. He obviously bonded with Cas before he was even born you remember the park as well as I do. It must calm him down, since Cas isn’t-”

Claire bolts up and Dean sees the coffee cup tip in slow motion, spilling down to the floor with a crash. She’s angry.

She’s so fucking angry it’s like looking in a mirror.

Dean can’t even blame her when she leaves. Walks right out of the kitchen and he can hear the front door slam echoing throughout the entire bunker. He’s just as mad. He wants to rage, he wants to throw the mug against the wall, he wants to scream because Cas left.

He left them with a kid and a piece of himself embedded underneath Dean’s skin that he can never get out. And he left.

He’s gone, turned to ash and dust on the wind and never coming back. No begging and pleading and praying will help them this time. It won’t get him back, it won’t get this piece of Cas under his skin out.

All he gets is the shitty consolation prize of a piece of his best friend's soul under his skin and the grief that keeps him on the teetering edge of insanity. All he gets is his family more broken than before and apparently a connection to a twenty year old who would sooner wish him dead than help her.

All he gets is flashes of something familiar out of the corner of his eye that disappears as soon as he turns and a lingering figure standing behind him in the mirror. Dean has stopped reacting to it. He’s stopped spinning wildly at the sight only to find no one there, he finds he can’t take the disappointment, the heartbreak.

But instead, he chases Claire out the front door, because honestly he can’t take another loss. Not right now.

Jack is still in his arms, working himself up into crying as Claire gets further away.

They catch up to her halfway down the road, her shoulders shaking with the force of holding back her sobs.

“Claire, stop.” Dean calls out and she stops walking but doesn’t turn. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” She nearly shouts it, somehow curling in on herself farther. “It’s not okay. It’s always something new and I can’t.”

“Claire-”

“Don’t look at me.” Claire begs and Dean gets it. He does want anyone to see him cry either so he turns around and presses his lips into Jack’s hair.

“I just-” Claire starts and stops like a car sputtering to life and he can hear her growing more frustrated with every breath. “I keep-” Finally she breaks and lunges forward. Dean thinks she’s going to start hitting him again, like the first day she showed up, but she just rests her forehead between his shoulder blades.

“I keep losing everything.” Claire starts. “I lost my dad for a year and then he comes back and I lose him again and this time it’s my fault.” Dean doesn’t interrupt but he wants to tell her it’s okay. That none of this is her fault. That it was his, and Sam’s, and Cas’s but not hers. Never hers. “My dad wanted to protect me so he let Cas in again and now he’s dead and my mom couldn’t even look at me. She blamed me, I could tell. If I had just said no- but, she left too and now she’s dead. And Randy is dead and now Cas is dead too and I keep losing.” She’s sobbing now, her arms tucked up between her chest and Dean’s back. He’s tempted to turn around, but she doesn’t seem to be done.

“Every time I have Jack it’s like suddenly I’m okay, like I’m whole again. I feel like he’s not actually gone, like I’ll turn around and he’ll be there, the stupid look on his face.” She presses closer, and gently knocks her head into his back over and over again. “And now I know it’s not even because of me, I’m not getting better. It’s just this piece of grace still in me that’s making me think that way and I can’t. I just ca-”

“I know.” Dean finally spins and tucks her under his chin. Jack is squished between them, his eyes glowing gold in the fading light of the sun. They’d have to get back inside soon or he’d get cold. But for now, he just holds the two of them close. She tucks herself impossibly closer, her hands gripping the back of his shirt like a lifeline. “Trust me I know. My dad made a deal to protect me and I still haven’t forgiven him to this day, even though I’ve done the same for Sammy more times than I’d like to admit.”

“That guilt never goes away.” He admits, and presses a kiss to the crown of her head. He wishes Charlie where here. She always seemed to know what to do. “You’ll never forget the people who have sacrificed themselves for you. You’ll love them and hate them and want them back and never want to see them again and it’ll always be confusing.”

“Are you trying to make me feel better.” She laughs and it’s one of the best sounds in the world. It makes the knot in Dean’s chest unclench just a fraction so he can laugh back.

“Yeah I am, because we’ll figure it out together. You have us now and if anyone knows about survivors guilt it me and Sam.” Claire let’s out another laugh and Dean presses another kiss to her head before pulling away. “Come on we have to get back inside before it gets too cold for him.” Claire nods and wipes away the majority of her tear tracks before making the same grabby hands she always does.

Dean slides Jack into her arms and pulls her in for another hug.

“Together?” He makes a sweeping gesture back to the bunker and she snorts.

“Together.”

#baby jack truthing #my writing #Dean Winchester #claire novak #sam winchester #widower arc #I had a lot of fun writing this #helped me avoid my micro bio hw lmao #I’ve been thinking of writing the scene where they pick Cas up in this au too but also who knows #I need to write something besides baby jack #I have a problem #my post #ALSO!!!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS!!!#I wish I would have known I could have written or drawn you something special :(

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moral-turpitudes · 5 years ago

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House Calls:

A/N: I’m in no way a doctor or even a med student, I just used google and went off my own experiences with fevers...so yeah lol. I’m screaming at how cute Soft!Tommy is though like I think I’m dead. RIP to me and my ovaries.

Trigger Warnings: Angst, FLUFF. Some flirty shit at the end.

Word Count: 1,640

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: “Could you perhaps write a one-shot Tommy x reader and the reader would work as a doctor and one day she would be called to treat John or Charlie (doesn’t matter) and she would be able to cure them and Thomas would be very grateful for it. I think that might be very cute but if you don’t like the idea it’s okay!! 😃😃”

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/N is summoned to Thomas Shelby’s house to help cure his ailing son, not knowing she’d catch the eye of the usually cold-hearted gang leader.

Part 1 | Part 2

Around 5am a rough, rattling cough came from the depths of Charlie’s lungs, startling him awake and causing him to cry between ragged breaths. His frail screaming pierced the air, sending Tommy shooting out of bed, grabbing his gun from his nightstand, and darting straight to his sons room. He panicked internally, while flinging the door open for any signs of danger, only to be met with Charlies cries and outstretched hands.

Tommy took a deep breath and sighed, scooping him up and taking a seat in the rocking chair near his crib. As he fought sleep, he looked at the pale blue ceiling of his sons room, listening to Charlie’s ragged breaths. With a furrowed brow, he lifted him up, bringing his forehead to his lips, confirming his suspicions of a fever. The poor thing was flushed red in the face, a light sheen of sweat developing on his skin as his hot tears soaked his face.

“Shhh...it’s okay. Daddy’s got ya. We’re going to call a doctor okay?” He said, trying to gently coo to calm Charlie down. He was whining and fussy and showing no signs of the fever breaking anytime soon.

Tommy gently got up with him and brought him to his bedroom, sitting him on what would’ve been Grace’s side of the bed, and lied down next to him whilst he dialed the doctors office.

A nice voice on the end of the line answered. “This is Dr. Y/L/N with the Birmingham Women and Children’s Clinic. How may I help you?” She asked.

“Hello Dr. Y/L/N, this is Thomas Shelby. I’m calling about my son. He has a cough, ragged breathing, and a fever that seems really high. Are you able to make house calls?” He asked, watching as Charlie played with a horse-shaped toy.

“Yes of course Mr. Shelby. I’ll just need an address and I’ll be over in about 30 minutes.” She said.

Tommy told her the address and any other details she needed to know. And before he could hang up, her voice sounded again, calming Tommy as the sun rose through the window.

“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby, I’ll have him better in no time. But just for a precaution, get a cold rag and put it on the back of his neck to help with the fever.”

“Alright, I will. Thank you.” He said before hanging up.

“Well Charlie, looks like we’re going to have a visitor alright? She’s going to take good care of ya.” He said as Charlie now laid against his chest, whining quietly. Tommy gently put him on the pillow and went to get a cloth, running it under cold water, and putting it over the back of his neck.

“There ya go, my sweet boy.” He said kissing the top of his head. He whined a bit as the cold cloth touched his neck, protesting the feeling as Tommy watched sleepily over him. It was around 5:30 in the morning when they finally heard the doorbell and a swift knock on the door.

Tommy picked up Charlie, and went to the door allowing the nurse to step in.

“Thank you for coming so early in the morning. I’m surprised anyone’s working this early.” He said, his voice still a bit groggy.

“Of course! I was working the graveyard shift so I’m always the doctor on call at this time. Now this must be Charlie...Hello sweetheart. My name is Y/N.” You said, smiling and in a much more lively tone than Tommy.

“Charlie do you want to show Y/N to your room?” He asked. Charlie looked up at you and smiled slightly, his rosy cheeks alarming you a bit.

“Lead the way you two, I’ll be right behind ya.” You said, nervously walking down the hall and up the stairs, reveling at the grandiosity of the house. You knew the Shelby’s after caring for many of the families wives and children, but this was the first time you’ve encountered the infamous Thomas Shelby. His current state was much less alarming than you thought it was going to be. You expected a ruthless leader answering the door, with a razor-blade cap on and wielding a gun, but instead he was a blue-eyed slim faced man, with a loose fitting shirt and pants on, and an adorable baby boy living seemingly alone in this huge mansion.

“Here we are, where would you like me to put him?” He asked you. You looked around the blue-toned room, your eyes catching a portrait of a blonde haired, beautiful woman in a frame near his crib that you assumed to be his late mother, as it was similar to the one in the stairwell.

“His crib is fine.” You said, sitting your work bag down and putting your gloves on and putting your stethoscope around your neck.

“If you don’t mind I’d like to stay, he doesn’t like when I leave...” He said, taking a seat in the rocking chair.

“That’s completely fine, Mr. Shelby. I’ll try to make this quick so you don’t fall asleep.” You said smirking. He smiled and watched on as you did your work.

“Alright I’m going to take this and listen to your heart okay? Big breaths for me, like this.” You said, breathing in a big breath and blowing out.

He did his best to copy you and sat surprisingly still as the stethoscope gently made its way around his chest and back.

“His heart sounds great, but his breathing is a bit rough. His lungs sound like they’re inflamed a little bit.” You said looking over at Tommy who was eyeing you intently, causing you to blush a bit as he nodded for you to continue.

“Okay sweetie let’s take your temperature shall we?” You say before reaching in your bag to get a thermometer.

“Can you say “Ahh” for me Charlie?” You asked, smiling at him. He opened his mouth just enough for you to examine his throat before raising his arm up to place the thermometer under his arm.

“We’re going to play a game okay? You’re going to hold that under your arm and I’m going to hold this under mine until it’s ready alright?” You said, grabbing a pencil from your bag and placing it under yours, getting him to copy you. You were able to get a reading not too long after, taking the pencil from under your arm and clapping as you removed the thermometer from under his.

“Now I know you won’t like me for a moment, but I’m going to shine this at your eyes for a second okay? Look at me.” You said guiding his eyes with your finger as you examined them.

“Great job sweetheart!” You said leaning down to him and giving him a high-five. You turned to Tommy who was smiling at your all’s little interaction.

“It’s 101.5...that’s a bit high especially for a toddler, and so from the look and sound of it, I’m going to say he has acute bronchitis.”

His face turned a bit serious as he took in what you said. Your smile faded slightly as you took in his change of emotion.

“Will you be able to prescribe his anything?” He asked, concern lacing his face and his voice.

“Of course Mr. Shelby. I’m going to prescribe him some cough syrup that will help with the cough and everything, and I recommend cold compresses every few hours to help with the fever or a cold bath if you find it increasing.” You said writing out a note for the prescription.

“Alright, thank you again. I hate to keep you away from your work, but I’d probably be panicking right now if it weren't for you Dr. Y/L/N.”

“It’s no problem at all, especially when my patients are as well behaved as little Charlie.” You said, smiling at him and then at Tommy. You felt his gaze on you as you gathered your things and as you made your way to the door.

“Oh and Mr. Shelby, you can call me Y/N. I’d be happy to help you again if need be.”

“Thank you Y/N. And you can call me Tommy. I know it may not be the right time, but I’d love to pay repay ya in some way, not just with money...” He said lingering by the door to Charlie’s room. You stopped and looked at him, taking a moment to think about what he said.

“What kind of repayment were you thinking Mr. Sh-I mean Tommy?” You asked, catching yourself calling him that out of habit.

“I was thinking maybe going for a drink sometime, when you’re free of course.” He said. You blushed and took a long look at him.

“I’d love that actually...I’ll ring you this Friday when I’m free.” You said.

“Then it’s a date.” He said smiling slightly before turning back to Charlie.

You walked out, hearing the birds singing as you drove off and back to the remaining hours of your long shift, excitedly looking forward to the end of the week.

Later that morning, Thomas called the shop, telling Polly all that went on and decided to take the day off to better help monitor him, but before she could say anything else he spoke.

“Oh and cancel anything for Friday of this week.” He said.

“Why...? Thomas is it serious?” She asked concerned.

“No Poll. The lovely doctor prescribed him some medicine. I’m...actually going to be meeting with her that day...”

“My god you’ve asked out the doctor?” She asked.

“I did. But I know she’s not like the others Poll, you’ll see.” He said before hanging up.

After Grace’s death, he didn’t know when he’d want to take up dating again, but dating takes risks, and risks were something that Thomas Shelby could never shy away from.

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kakakakashi · 5 years ago

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hiii! could you possibly write some hcs for adopting a child? i don’t really care for which characters bc i love them all tbh but my favorites are kakashi, tsunade, and naruto himself! i see a lot of pregnancy type hcs and as much as i love a good breeding kink pregnancy is not for me. obviously it’s up to you if you’re comfortable writing this though!

Omg, this is so sweet? I’ll gladly write these, especially because I personally don’t want children, and I also love a good breeding kink, so I totally get where you’re coming from there. Adoption is something that I wish Naruto would explore more because I think there’s so much potential there. I know, I personally headcanon that the only reason Iruka didn’t adopt Naruto was because he asked Hiruzen, and Hiruzen forbid him from adopting Nart. Also, half of the village is orphans, so wtf is up with that? And like everyone just ignores them? Like… how do you just do that? Anyway, let’s get into this.

Kakashi

Kakashi is terrified of having kids.

I’m sorry, but you don’t go what he goes through without developing a fear that you’re gonna pass all that shit down if you happen to have a baby.

He also believes he’d be a completely incompetent dad who his kid would resent.

He also doesn’t want his kid to go through what he went through when he lost his dad.

Not to mention, he never knew how to be a kid, so he knows he’d never be able to relate to children.

Tbh, he’s really just a mess, and he doesn’t want that to have any negative impact on any child ever, so he distances himself from them.

Why else do you think he makes kids do the bell test?

They’ve got like… a 0.01% chance of passing.

And the only reason he ended up with Squad 7 was because Hiruzen basically volunteered him to be their leader without asking him.

*John Mulaney voice* “This might as well happen”

Anyway, when you bring up kids, the man astral projects the fuck out of there.

Like, sure, a roll in the hay where he talks dirty about getting you pregnant is one thing, but you’ve talked about that, and you both know that him actually getting you pregnant is out of the question for both of you.

Even when you bring up adoption, he’s just dissociating.

Until you suggest an older kid.

And he snaps back, thinking to himself “Oh… that doesn’t sound so bad…”

He’s had a bit of a trial run with Team 7, and he’s aware of the mistakes he’s made.

He knows what he’d do with his own kid, and the concept of his own kid sounds nice to him.

He wouldn’t only have to be the disciplinarian. He wouldn’t have to worry about bringing the kid on missions. He could just… be a dad who could chill with his kid and play with the dogs while you lounge under a tree…

And suddenly, the idea of kids doesn’t scare him anymore. It almost makes him excited?

So, he asks if you can talk about it more for the next few years.

And you just smile and nod.

Tsunade

You bring it up after Kakashi replaces her as Hokage.

You guys have been through so much, and you both kind of just want a break from the action, passing the torch to the next generation.

And you’ve both been thinking about adoption separately, especially Tsunade after growing so close to Naruto.

You’re talking one day about how you want your new quiet life to be, and you’re talking about kids.

“I know we’ve never discussed the details of us having children… but what about adoption?”

“You were thinking about it too?”

You two just smile at each other for a bit before Tsunade hugs you tight, and you just cling to her, peppering kisses along the side of her face.

You guys decide to adopt a youngin because you’re mostly retired, so you have all the time in the world to give to a small child with more needs.

Lil baby Senju is literally your life now.

You’re the “LET ME SHOW YOU 5,000 PHOTOS OF MY KID THAT I KEEP IN MY WALLET! I HAVE MORE IN THE CAR HOLD ON!” couple.

Tsunade came from a big family, and she’s secretly always wanted a family, but it never seemed to be in the cards for her, and it always left her feeling empty.

So, when she’s got you and baby Senju, she’s on cloud 9.

And after you start falling into routine, she’s the one to suggest “Let’s have another.”

You guys adopt another youngin because, again, you’ve got the time whereas some people don’t.

There’s at least one girl. I just feel like she wants to raise a strong little girl to help make positive change in the world.

And when you come home one night to find the three of them asleep on the couch with a book on Tsunade’s lap, your heart just… bursts with happiness. Like, this is your life? How lucky are you?

You guys are just a cute and sweet little family.

Naruto

The fact that he doesn’t adopt in Boruto is bullshit tbh.

Sorry.

He literally went through so much as a child because he was an orphan, and having Iruka in his life changed him so much.

He wants to be someone’s Iruka-sensei.

He also doesn’t want any child to experience the pain he went through, and after knowing Gaara, he doesn’t want any kid to feel like him either.

I like to think Naruto really stepped up care for orphans when he became Hokage.

He established nice orphanages, and always stopped by to see the kids with you.

And there’s this one kid who’s just as hyperactive and goofy as he was at that age.

And he and Naruto just click.

One day, you and he are walking home, and you notice how Naruto’s demeanor gets more glum the farther away from the orphanage they get.

“Naruto…” He looks at you, your words breaking him from his trance. “I know we’ve talked about kids before… and you seem so happy whenever we go visit the children… I know you have a special bond with (*insert kid’s name here*)… and I was just thinking… maybe it’s time to add on to our little fam–”

Naruto’s already picking you up and spinning you around.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Y/N! Thank you! That sounds perfect! We’ve gotta go tell Iruka-sensei! Come on!”

He immediately drags you towards Iruka’s apartment.

And Iruka’s so happy and proud.

He’ll cry when Naruto tells him “I want to be someone’s Iruka-sensei and give them a family, lik you gave me.”

And you adopt the kid, and you bring your kid back to the orphanage all the time to play with his friends, and you all have family dinners together and you’re all basically a little family who stay connected even after the children get adopted and new kids come into the family.

It’s just a really lovely little family with him and you and all your unofficially adopted children and your one officially adopted kid.

And, he’s not a deadbeat dad like in Boruto because HOW the fuck is that NOT completely ooc of Naruto? Just… HOW?!?!

#naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #tsunade x reader #naruto x reader #cherry has ideas sometimes #Anonymous #cherry posts about ninja nerds #100

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thegreatestofheck · 5 years ago

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i love you ≬ JJ Maybank ≬

request - If you do song request, can you do a JJ one based on i love you by Billie Eilish? Angsty please :))

warnings - angst. swearing, cheating, unhealthy relationship synopsis - your relationship with JJ had always been rocky, built on a mutual desire for affection. that doesn’t mean he would never break your heart. a/n - anon, ask and you shall receive ;) (i’m an idiot and didn’t give this a title last night before I queue’d it, oops)

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It's not true Tell me I've been lied to

Your heart shattered in your own hands. You watched as the still bleeding pieces fell to the ground, mixing with the dirt and the dust beneath your feet.

JJ stood in front of you, his hands out in front of him too, as if his own heart was sitting there like yours was. But his heart was in his chest; safe and warm and still beating.

“What the fuck?” you breathed. You could have said a thousand things, some of them angry, some of them sad, some of them numb. But that was all you could come up with.

“y/n, I-” JJ took a step forward and you shot him a look that told him if he moved another muscle, he was dead where he stood. So, he stopped in his tracks and swallowed. “Please, just...hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” Your voice broke as a thickness tightened your throat. Your nose burned as your eyes filled with tears. Trying to blink them away, you closed your mouth and gave a shake of your head. “You don’t get to say anything else. Not after what you did.”

“It wasn’t what you think.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” you nearly shrieked, your hands shaking as you lifted them toward your head. “How could it not be what I thought? What I saw with my own two fucking eyes?”

JJ covered his face with his hands.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You’re drunk off your tits right now, aren’t you?” You asked, eyes narrowing. JJ was silent. “Aren’t you?”

“That’s besides the point.”

“So, just because you’re drunk that excuses you....” You shifted your lips, fighting with your tongue over the shape of the words you were trying to say.

“No, it doesn’t.” He took a step forward and you flinched, but you didn’t have the strength to give him any more hateful looks. “It doesn’t and I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

At his words, you collapsed to the ground, your knees completely giving out beneath you.

Crying isn't like you

You hit the soft dirt beneath you with a muffled thud, a strangled sob tearing from your throat. Your fingers dug into the dirt, part of you hoping to pull out what remained of your broken heart and piece it back together again.

It wasn’t until you felt droplets of water hit your hands that you realized you were crying. But then it came like a hurricane, pouring out of you like a beast that had been rattling at the cages for so long.

You had seen all the signs, of course you had. You knew exactly what you had signed up for when you started dating the infamous JJ Maybank. But you turned a blind eye to it, hoping that somehow, he would be different with you around. That the drinking and the smoking and the girls would all fall on the back burner and it would just be you.

You were an idiot to think that would be the case.

Digging your fingers deeper into the earth, you squeezed your eyes shut. Another sob came from you mouth and you dropped your chin to your chest, admitting defeat.

JJ stood there, unmoving. He couldn’t recall a single time he had seen you cry since he had met you months ago. But here you were, dissolving right in front of him and it was his fault.

JJ stepped closer by a single foot and when he noticed that you didn’t react at all, he took another. He stepped closer and closer to you until he loomed just above you and then he lowered himself to his knees.

What the hell did I do?

He put his arms around you slowly, afraid that at any second you would scream and shove him away. But all you did was cry.

When his arms were all the way around you, you let out another, heartbroken sob. He waited awkwardly until you lifted your hands from the dirt suddenly to cling to his arms like they were the only thing keeping you on this earth. He pulled you in to his chest and you let him, barely aware of what you were allowing him to do.

You dug your fingernails into his skin, but he didn’t make a sound, he just held you close.

“What did I do?” You sobbed, barely capable of breathing at all. “What the hell did I do?”

“Nothing, baby,” he whispered to you, his voice breaking as he brushed your matted hair from your eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then...why? Why, JJ?”

He hesitated, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Cause I’m fucked up. And you...are so good. Too good. And I know I don’t deserve you. And I had to ruin it and I’m so sorry.”

You tightened your grip on his arm, the pain in your chest not easing at his words. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop your endless sobs and you couldn’t get a single proper breath into your lungs.

JJ ran his fingers delicately through your hair, not even tugging when he reached the knots.

This might have been easier if it was you fault. If you hadn’t loved him enough or if you hadn’t given him what he needed. If you had been a pain or a bother or made him angry. If you had hid the liquor and cussed him out when he came back to you drunk. If you had taken all his blunts and thrown his lighter in the trashcan. If you had made a louder fuss when he flirted or danced with other girls. If you had...if you had...if you...

But you did everything right and he cheated anyway. It wasn’t your fault, so why did it feel like you messed up somewhere?

Never been the type to Let someone see right through

You had spent your entire life shutting people out, keeping everyone at an arm’s length away. The closer someone was to you, the more they could hold over your head, the more they could control you. And you were tired of being controlled.

It was your mom who raised you as a puppet. Every word you ever spoke before you turned 15 was a direct quote from her own mouth. She chose what you dressed, who you talked to, what you studied in school, which sports you played. She made every decision in your life and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

After she died, you vowed that no one would ever hold that kind of power over you again. No one could break you if you didn’t show them you were made of glass.

But then you met JJ. Every second that he was around, dropping his pathetic one liners and trailing his tantalizing fingers over your skin, your walls cracked little by little. You weren’t ready to admit they were crumbling until you were already his, wrapped so tightly around his finger that there was no hope of letting go.

From the moment he first smiled at you, the light of the campfire illuminating the sapphire in his eyes, to the moment he broke your heart to pieces and even after, you were his.

Up all night on another red eye

The world was dark as you sat awake in his bed. It wasn’t really his bed. It was John B’s bed. But this was the place that JJ always brought you. Back to this bed.

He was asleep beside you, breathing heavily. You had spent enough nights awake in this same place to know that this was the very beginnings of a nightmare. You could wake him now, stop it before it started, but you did that once and he hit you accidentally. You couldn’t hold it against him, it wasn’t his fault, but you didn’t want to risk it.

Your legs were still sore. With JJ, you were always sore. It was a different feeling that you were used to. But it was this part that you enjoyed the most. The not being alone at night, sleeping in an empty bed with nothing but the rustling leaves and the creaking house to comfort you. That’s probably the same reason JJ liked having you here with him.

You looked up at the ceiling until JJ’s heavily breathing became quiet whimpers. Rolling onto your side, you propped yourself up onto one elbow and put your hand on the side of his face.

“Baby,” you whispered, leaning in close, your lips grazing his cheek. “You’re safe. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He jerked once, but you only held him tighter, pressing your forehead to his temple.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” you told him quietly. His eyes opened, but he wasn’t truly awake, not yet. “No one will ever hurt you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

JJ groaned and blinked rapidly. You felt his breathing go ragged, panic settling in for a few seconds before he realized who was speaking to him. He relaxed after a few moments.

“y/n?” He murmured, turning toward your face. You smiled.

“It’s me.”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“No, honey. You didn’t.”

“Oh, good.”

He was already falling back into his deep sleep. You held him close, letting him mimic your own steady breathing until he was once sleeping once again. Humming quietly to yourself, brushing your thumb across his cheek, you wondered if you would be able to coax yourself to sleep as easily as you did him.

I wish we never learned to fly

But this is where all the love got you; a shattered heart and a sore throat.

If you hadn’t let your walls fall down so easily, if you hadn’t taken that step off the cliff and unfurled your wings, maybe you wouldn’t be here now.

You were Icarus and JJ was your sun. You were too desperate to fly and he burned too hot. There had never been any chance that the two of you would make it out in one piece.

”Baby, I’m sorry,” JJ said again. You tightened your jaw and let your eyes flutter shut. “I don’t want to hurt you ever again. I’m sorry.”

”Why did we do this to ourselves?” You asked, your voice broken from so much sobbing. “Why did we do this?”

JJ didn’t say anything. He clenched and unclenched his jaw. You knew he wanted to say something, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. It didn’t take long for you to realize that he wasn’t going to say anything, so you held on tighter to his arm and he pulled you in closer.

You could hear the pounding of his heart. His chest rose and fell just like it did when he had a nightmare, only this time, the nightmare was yours.

Slowly, you started to breathe again. The tears on your face started to dry and JJ brushed away the remaining salt as his thumb grazed gently across the skin of your cheek.

For a moment, he almost thought you had fallen asleep. Your eyes closed and breath finally steady, JJ thought this was the calmest he had ever seen you. You were so often wound up, thinking about everyone else other than yourself. Constantly worrying about him and everything at home that you barely slept at night. And now here you were, resting soundly in his arms. Maybe we should just try To tell ourselves a good lie

“Lie to me,” you said suddenly, reminding him that you were awake. Your words startled him enough that he stopped his rhythmic stroking of your face.

“What?” He asked, looking down at you. You squeezed your eyes tighter together and nestled further against his chest.

“Lie to me,” you repeated, feel another tear slip down your cheek. “I don’t care what you say. Just...lie to me.”

JJ let out a breath through his nose.

“I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered. Your stomach seized and the muscles of your face flinched. “I’m yours completely. Nothing will ever come between us. You’re safe here.”

I didn't mean to make you cry

You could feel his tears against your scalp. There was a part of you that wanted to sit up and wipe away his tears and tell him that it was okay, that you forgave him. But there was another part, the bitter and angry part that knew that he didn’t deserve your forgiveness or your love.

And both of those parts mingled into something that you couldn’t place and it weighed down, keeping you where you were.

“I never meant to hurt you,” JJ whispered and his voice broke. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

For a moment, you almost thought he was telling you the truth.

Maybe won't you take it back Say you were tryna make me laugh

There wasn’t a person alive who made you laugh like JJ did. With his strange antics and his stupid jokes and his constant idiocy, there was very little that JJ could do that wouldn’t make you laugh.

You remembered the first time he made you laugh, all those months ago while you stood in line waiting for your ice cream. He said some stupid joke to his friend from all the way across the small shop. All you did was laugh quietly to yourself, but it was enough. Ever since that day, he had his eyes fixed on you.

He told you jokes, he made you laugh, and he made you cry.

And right now, you wished none of it had happened. You had asked him to tell you lies, to make you believe something that wasn’t true, and part of you was starting to think that was what he had been doing from the beginning.

It had all been one big, massive joke that went too far. He was just trying to make you laugh.

And nothing has to change today You didn't mean to say "I love you"

“I love you.”

His final lie. A wave of numbness washed over you. The pain in your chest eased and you could feel your heart start to beat again. Pulling away from him slowly, you looked him dead in the eye. He dropped his hand from your cheek and let it fall into his lap.

“Say it again,” you said, a clearness in your voice that hadn’t been there before. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Again, you almost believed him. If you could get the image of that girl in his bed out of your head, the very same bed that you often shared, if you could forget about her and the ecstasy on JJ’s face at her mere presence, maybe you could have believed him.

I love you and I don't want to

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. There was no point. In the months since you had known JJ Maybank, you had fallen helplessly in love with him. He was all you had in this dark and unforgiving world. You couldn’t give that up.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, lowering your head, almost in defeat. You watched the muscles on JJ’s face twitch as he examined every inch of you, waiting for you to take it back and say you didn’t mean it.

But you did. You meant it and you couldn’t take it back.

You made your choice. Even if he was lying, you chose to believe him. You had to. It was all you could do to keep on breathing. Without JJ, you would be alone again, stranding wingless on the solid ground, trapped in a cage that you made yourself, alone in an empty bed with no company save for the rustling leaves and creaking house.

It was a terrifying thought.

You never wanted to be alone ever again and if JJ was your solution, no matter how badly it ached, you weren’t going to walk away from it. From him.

The smile that you gave me Even when you felt like dying

It took JJ a few moments to decide you weren’t going to take it back. But when he did, a tearful smile twitched its way up his lips. You looked up at him then, tears making clear tracks down his grimy cheeks, his pink lips still unsure, unknowing as they smiled at you. You caught a glimpse of his teeth beneath those honey sweet lips and, try as you might, you couldn’t help but see them as fangs.

JJ put a gentle hand behind your neck and pulled you toward him, pressing his forehead to yours. The breath he released was ragged. You shut your eyes once again as he shook ever so slightly, still uncertain. Pursing your lips, you lifted one of your hands and placed it over his wrist, accepting his gesture. Even though your eyes were closed, you knew he was smiling.

And to your surprise, so were you.

We fall apart as it gets dark I'm in your arms in Central Park

JJ moved his hand from behind your neck to just under your jaw as he could tilt your face up toward his. He didn’t give you time to even open your eyes before he pressed his lips to yours. At first, it was almost like a promise. You weren’t sure exactly what it was he was promising, but it felt sincere.

Then it became needy, like it always did. JJ flicked his tongue along your bottom lip, pulling you in even closer. That hunger that always burned within him came out whenever you were around and now was no different.

By his touch, you knew he needed you just as badly as you needed him. He couldn’t stand to be alone either. And those girls he had on the side and the booze he hid under the pillow, they weren’t enough to fill the void in his chest. You were.

Your touch, your words, your presence. You were what he needed, like a medication that started as something good but slowly became an addiction. He couldn’t shake you.

Everything was falling apart. The facade was fading. Any mirrors or glass barriers that the two of you had put up to pretend like whatever was going on in your relationship was perfectly normal had long since collapsed. But it didn’t matter now because you were in his arms once again. The only place you ever needed to be was right here.

Maybe you were both falling apart, but it was better to do it together than alone.

There's nothing you could do or say I can't escape the way, I love you

You had never lied to JJ before. Not even the little white lies that everyone always told. You could never bring yourself to do it. You would never be able to believe a single word that came out of his mouth, but he would always be able to believe you.

“I love you,” you said again as you pulled away for a breath of air. JJ kept you close, foreheads still together, mouths only a breath apart. He breathed heavily and his hand tightened at your words. “I love you.”

You were crying again, silent tears running from your eyes. You hoped he wouldn’t see them.

“I love you,” he replied, a mantra you knew he would tell himself over and over and over again even though the words were dead to him. Whatever it took to keep you by his side.

“I love you.”

I don't want to, but I love you

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Enough About Heather! Part two

(gif by: @rafecameron)

A/n: PART TWO IS HERE GUYS! I hope you guys will enjoy it, please comment your thoughts it makes my day! thank you all for the support on part one. I love you all

READ PART ONE RIGHT HERE

wordcount: 3,3k+

Based on: Before you go by lewis capaldi and A little heather by conan gray but that was part one

Warnings: a lot of angst, fighting, crying, yelling, blood, considering of suicide probs more

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Place: Outer banks

One year before the accident

Rafe's Pov

I fell by the wayside like everyone else I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself

"dude you need to focus on something else than Y/n and JJ," Topper says to me as he takes a sip of his beer

"But look at them they think they're special or something" I scoff

"dude she's your best friend, besides they aren't dating and you know that"

"then why the fuck are they hugging."

"you and Y/n do that all the time you're just friends"

of course, he wouldn't understand, he never does it might be because no one knows about my feelings for Y/n, hiding them is better anyway. Cause Y/n and I have been best friends for longer than I can remember, but as we got older, I started realizing my true feelings for the girl that has always helped me through everything.

"I think I'm heading home," I say as I pick up my stuff

"But what about golf," Kelce says as he raises his arms in the air.

"another day," I walk away, but the sweet voice that I know so well takes over my mind as I hear her scream. I quickly turn around I am now greeted with Y/n in the water with JJ while splashing water at him, we get eye contact as she waves at me. I turn around and scoff.

---

Anger takes over me as I rush into my room, knocking my lamp over.

I sit down on my bed, my hands running through my hair.

"I HATE HER!" I yell as tears start to form in my eyes.

but who the hell am I trying to fool we all know that, that isn't true

---

One year later

Place: The Cameron mansion

Our every moment, I start to replace

'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say

A setup that's all it ever was. I never thought it would go this far. Still, it did, I knew when I asked Heather to be my fake girlfriend it was a bad idea but what the hell could I do Y/n was always flirting with JJ, and I wanted to see how she would react, but I knew when I canceled our trip pretending it was because I had to be with heather it was a bad idea. But what the hell could I do? I knew if I went on the trip with her, my feelings would grow even more. But what I forgot was, of course, that she would speak with Sarah.

days after and here we are me about to walk into our mansion when I hear her laugh, and at this moment I forget everything going on that is of course until it all comes flooding back

'Heather emergency I'll pay you 100 just be quick,' and she indeed is cause ten minutes after she's here.

"What!" she asks as she puts a hand on her hip

"Y/n's in there."

"ugh fine, OMG Rafe your so funny" she yells

"shh, put this on" I give her my green sweater that I fully well know Y/n loves a dick move I know, but maybe that is what needs to get her to remember all our memories. After all, how can I forget that third of December?

'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say

We start walking down the hall as Heather starts laughing loudly.

at the end of the hall, I see her and my sister pocking their heads out from Sarah's room

"Uh hi," I say

"Hi," Y/n says as she quickly looks at the ground

"Hi," Heather says.

We all look at Sarah

"I'm not saying hi," she says.

now I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't stop myself as I see the hurt in Y/n's eyes

"Could we maybe talk Y/n?"

"Sure yeah, let's," she says as we quietly walk into another room.

"What's up?" she asks as she looks at the ground

"Just wanted to hear how you are."

"uhh, not good, it kinda sucks being blown off by your best friend." shit

"I haven't blown you off." I have

"You have. I see Heather is wearing your sweater." shit, okay, Rafe; this is your moment tell her everything.

"Yeah, I gave it to her, she looks better than me in it anyways." FUCK ME! how fucking stupid can I be precisely what I said to Y/n that third of December

"I feel like I've heard that before," she says, and she's right, okay now you can fix this Rafe!

but jealousy from JJ comes rushing over me as I say, "Calm down, its just polyester."

"It doesn't matter what it is. You like her better anyway" she walks out of the room. "Sarah, I'm going home," she yells

"y/n wait" I try to stop her

"what the hell did you do" I hear the voice of my sister say behind me.

"I fucked up."

---

When you hurt under the surface Like troubled water running cold Well, time can heal, but this won't

Place: The Dock

"no please Y/n don't close your eyes," I say as her beautiful eyes close the tears streaming down my face hits the ground as I try to stop the bleeding

"hello 911 what's your emergency."

---

Place: The Outer Banks Hospital

Time it's a thing that you sometimes can't have too much of in this case, that was just the thing, cause as the smell of hospital fills my nostrils, and the blood on my hands starts to dry, time stands still.

Cause I lost her and it's all my fault, if I hadn't hired Heather, we woudn't be here right now.

"Rafe" I hear a voice calling from beside me, I look over as I am met with my sister

"Sarah"

"What happened," she asks as tears stream down her face.

"Barry" I sob

"Barry, your fucking drug dealer, this is all your fault," she screams as she starts hitting my chest with her fists.

"Please don't."

"it is, you have always been the worst brother, but you got my friend shot."

"I didn't know it was gonna happen" I grab her wrist as I look her in the eyes

"Is she gonna be okay."

"they don't know that yet."

"no," she falls to her knees as she puts her face in hands.

Now Sarah and I have never been like normal siblings we hate each other, but at this moment we need each other, I fall to her level as I hug her. The tears start again as my body starts to shake.

"Sarah, I can't lose her. I love her."

"I know."

"no Sarah I'm in love with her" she freezes as she looks at me

"you," a male voice calls from behind us, but before either of us can react, a fist comes in contact with my face.

"you prick you got her killed," he says as we start to fight

"No, I didn't, you fucking Pouge."

"Guys stop," Kie's voice interrupts as she breaks us apart, "we need to be here for y/n."

"but he killed her, kie."

"no he didn't JJ Barry shot her, we don't know if she's dead, stop saying that"

"but what if she is Kie I can't lose her."

"I can't either you dickhead" I try to punch him again, but Sarah stops me

And with that said, a nurse walks out, making us all go dead silent.

"Miss Y/l/n is out of surgery, but she is currently in a deep coma we don't know how long it will take for her to wake up, or if she will, but we got the bullet removed, and we are pleased to say that the shooter has been caught"

"thank you, " John b says

"So, who's going to go see her first?" Pope asks

"Honestly I think it should be Rafe," John B says to my surprise

"What why he's the one that got her here in the first place," JJ says

"JJ it's barry's fault, Rafe, you should go in," Kie says

So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better?

"hi baby, it's Rafe. I'm so sorry that I put you in this situation, y/n I want you to be strong please, I can't lose you, not you. Anyone but you. I don't know if you can hear me, but the doctors said that there was a chance that you could, so I'm just trying okay. Y/n we have been best friends since forever and ever since I started realizing what feelings were I knew I felt that towards you, I remember when we were small we would always hold hands, and I would give you fake lollipop rings asking you to marry me, and you would always say in some years. Y/n I need those years. I need those years with you. You are what makes me wake up in the morning and what makes me fall asleep at night. And when I saw you getting close with JJ, I got jealous, and I hired Heather, and I know it's wrong, but y/n, please forgive me. Y/n, I love you, so please don't go okay. was there something I could have done anything to prevent this, y/n I want to feel your hand squeezing mine again or your lips on my cheek whenever you leave, I need you y/n please."

Why isn't she waking up she should be waking up why isn't it working why am I not waking up from a horrible nightmare by now why don't she squeeze my hand back

"y/n, please wake up... why aren't you waking up, y/n please" the tears fall freely from my eyes hitting her blanket while softly shaking her.

"Rafe stop, don't do that," Sarah says as she storms through the door "come here," and for the first time I think ever Sarah cares and hugs me like a little sister

"it's my fault" I sob

"no Rafe stop it, I didn't mean that."

"But you were right, what if there was something I could have done, to at least just make her stay awake for a little longer."

"Rafe, there wasn't this isn't your fault. let's go home okay you need to wash the blood off you."

"no, I can't leave her."

"Rafe, you need to go home and take a shower, and then you can return again, okay?" I nod softly as we start walking out the door

---

As the water drops runs down my body while the towel is hanging loosely around my waist all I can think about is that they are right this is my fault, what if I had never even started on doing drugs then she would be okay this is all my fault.

The drawer in the nightstand where my gun is at that's my only solution, right? If I don't have y/n, then I don't want to live, and the doctors said there was a minimal chance of her surviving, so who the hell am I kidding, after all, I did this.

As my hand comes in contact with the cold metal, all the memories come rushing back, right from the start to the end. As I lift my arm pushing the gun against the side of my head, the tears start falling again, but it's only when I hear the click signally the weapon was now loaded. I fall out of my trance, dropping the gun to the floor.

I can't just leave when things get rough. She needs me. and I need her

---

Time: a year before the accident.

If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather. So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So before you go

your pov

A day at the pool sounded like a great idea when Topper laid out the idea, but now when I'm in my bikini looking at myself, it sounds like less of a good idea. My tights look bigger, and my stretch marks are more noticeable, not to mention my ass is not the best today.

Tears start to fill up my eyes as I sit down on my bed.

But before I can even wipe the tears from my face, Rafe comes through my door, smiling, but his smile falls as he sees the tears falling from my eyes.

"love what's going on," he asks with concern in his voice as he wraps his arms around me.

"it's nothing."

"it clearly is, y/n please what is it?."

"I'm just so ugly and fat a-"

"y/n y/l/n you are none of that you are the most beautiful girl on this planet, there is no one more beautiful than you. And I want you to realize that. when you smile, I smile, and you are not fat. You are perfect and beautiful, and you make me a better person, y/n I love you. You are the person I love most in this world, and you are perfect" he interrupts me, I start to sob at his words as I throw my arms around his neck holding him tighter than ever. all I want is to kiss him, but I know I can't, cause, after all, we are just best friends

---

Time: two weeks before the accident

Rafe's pov

Was never the right time, whenever you called Went little by little by little until there was nothing at all

I know what I'm doing is wrong. I should just tell her but, I need the right time and moment, and I need to think things through.

Cause I love her

"RAFE YOU PIECE OF SHIT, DID YOU TAKE SOME OF MY MONEY" here we go again with my father, but another day another fight right

"When will you understand dad, I didn-" before I can finish my sentence, my phone rings, I quickly see who's calling.

Y/n

"Dad, I have do take this," I say about to take it, but before I can press the button, he takes the phone out of my hand.

"the hell you aren't."

---

place: midsummers

Our every moment I start to replay

You know midsummers used to be a decent event, but without y/n by my side, I have realized how fucked it actually is.

cause with Heather now by my side, which cost me money, not a single smile has fallen from my lips, with y/n that was never a problem

---

"y/n please, I hate dancing," I said as y/n dragged me across the dance floor.

"yeah, but I love to so you have to" she smiled a smile that makes the whole room light up, a smile that makes everyone else around smile too. a smile that belongs to my favorite person

---

But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face

"Rafe it's Y/n" Heather pulls me out of my thoughts

"shit do something," and she indeed does cause as her lips capture mine by surprise all I can wish is for those lips to be y/n's, I open my eyes and catch hers. behind the scoff she pulls, there is pain cause I know her better than I know myself and I know that I cause the pain

---

When you hurt under the surface Like troubled water running cold Well, some can heal, but this won't So before you go Was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better? If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather. So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So before you go

Time: a month after the accident

Place: Outer banks hospital

A month a month has gone, and nothing new. I think people are starting to worry about me after I almost haven't talked to anyone, and I don't think I have left the hospital for two weeks.

Yesterday she stopped breathing for some seconds, and I swear at that moment my world crumbled into pieces, the doctors said it was normal. But holding her pale hand is hard, and not knowing if she's going to wake up is even more challenging.

"y/n, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I need to tell you something. If you're in pain, I want you to know that it's okay. You can let go if the pain is too much, cause you deserve peace, and if that is letting go, then it's okay, but y/n before you go, I need to say something else. I talked with Heather and, I found out that she is actually into girls, and she did it so she could impress the girl she is in love with. they're together now, so that's good, but y/n I never loved Heather."

Would we be better off by now If I'd have let my walls come down? Maybe, I guess we'll never know You know, you know

"But I can't help but wonder if I had just told you how I felt, if everything would be better now, or if you would have been holding me too right now, I guess we'll never know. But before you go know that I love you. I'm sorry."

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One week later and I'm still here, I heard the doctors talking today about her maybe not making it, but they can't just give up right.

Right?

Every night for the week, I have been having the same dream y/n wakes up, and then I wake up, and she is still not awake.

It's a pattern that doesn't seem to stop.

"Rafe?"

I can't take it anymore I can't go through it again.

"stop this isn't real, you aren't real please" my eyes stay shut as my hands pull my hair

"Rafe what happened, please open your eyes."

"no, it isn't real."

"what? I'm confused."

"you aren't awake; it's just another dream," a pain in my hand makes my eyes open quickly as I see y/n pinching my hand while looking at me.

"I don't think you can feel pain in dreams" she laughs a little, but before I can even think I swing my arms around her afraid if I let go she will be gone again

"your real" I sob as the tears fall down on her shoulder

"yeah," her hands find my hair as she hugs me back "I'm sorry it took so long, but I couldn't wake up. I tried to believe me, but I couldn't."

"it's okay at least your awake now. I didn't think I would ever hear you talk again."

"I heard everything, you know. I'm sorry if you felt like I was in love with JJ I never was"

"you heard everything?" I ask as we make eye contact

"yeah, and you wanna hear a secret" she moves up to my ear as she whispers "I love you too Rafe Cameron" I smile as the tears start to fall again, I hold her face as tears begin to fall from her eyes too, I move closer to her, and our foreheads meet.

"can I?"

"I would want nothing more, Rafe."

And even though it took years and a gun, our lips finally meet, as a new chapter of our lives starts but this time with each other hand in hand

"why did you hire heather? Why didn't you just talk to me," she asks as she breaks the kiss, but I quickly close the gap again, but of course not before I reply.

"Enough About Heather."

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mirismuffins-ovo · 4 years ago

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Plant Palace pt 8🌿

John felt guilty,he hadn’t expected Eddie to accept him back so easily but it still hurt to feel rejected. John had gone back to his car. It was a colder night but he sleeplessly stayed there for the night. Missing his kids and filled with sadness,what would he tell his kids if he came back and said Eddie didn’t want anything to do for John. He’d felt lonely for such a long time and feared losing the one person he wanted to be with most.

He stayed there for the rest of the night,ignoring his hungry stomach begging for food. John normally went hungry for the sake of the kids when they handed out rations for the camps and he’d gotten into the habit of eating less. His clothes hid that fact for the most part,he had examined Eddie's house,it was nice. Eddie had done well for himself,and he didn’t blame Eddie for being mad at John,he’d ran off after promising they’d have a family together and raise the babies together. Sleeplessly lying in the driver's seat with it reclined thinking about everything.

Eddie groaned as he woke up. Leafy and Bitty were pawing at his legs as he realized where he was. He never left the front entry way and didn’t think about the cats.

“Shit.” He groaned.

He got up, going to feed the cats when Bitty looked up at him and meowed before rubbing up against his leg. Then it all dawned on him.

“SHIT, JOHN!”

He fled his apartment, running outside, seeing maybe the man fell asleep at his apartment complex entry way. He didn’t care if it was early in the morning, He fucked up. He had promised himself over the years that it didn’t matter what happened to John. He wasn’t human so he had to do what the man had to do, and Eddie accepted that when they were dating. Just his own jealousy got in the way. He ran in the opposite direction he walked home in the night before, shouting for John’s name. He didn’t even look in any of the parked cars on the side of the street or alleyways. All he wanted to do was find his old lover and hold him in his arms again and apologize for being a complete dick.

John looked over with restless eyes from his small car seeing Eddie running around seeming to look like he was distressed.He wondered would Eddie really be better off,as he listened to him call his name. It seemed like it from what he said last night but he got out of the car,his eyes burned from crying the whole night but also no sleep. He shut the car door loud enough to let Eddie know to look over. John couldn’t bring himself to look at Eddie.

John leaned on his car,watching the man somberly,hearing the rapid steps from Eddie darting around in frantic search. He’d figured Eddie would be better with someone more normal...after all he said maybe it was better that people like them shouldn’t be together. John had spent all night trying to decide whether he should’ve turned the car around and driven back to camp. He hoped he didn’t choose wrong.

As soon as Eddie heard the car door close, he whipped around seeing the smaller distressed frame of the familiar man. Eddie took off full he speed,as fast as his older body could before flung himself at John, embracing him and swinging him around.

“Thank God you didn’t leave!” Eddie exclaimed in pure joy as he set John down from the spin.

John looked up confused but also trying to hide a blush on his cheeks.

“I know we have a lot to work out, but I am so so sorry for being an ass last night. I had a shitty band practice and so I went to get a few drinks and this one girl kept hitting on me at the bar and then I heard your song on the bus home and I…” Eddie paused himself,pulling the red head in for a hug again. “I’ve missed you so so much..I feel like I’m in Heaven right now seeing you again..” he muttered in a loving tone. Placing a gentle hand on the back of Johns head still holding him.

Eddie was crying tears of joy again. John was alive, John was safe, John was here.

John had frozen shocked by the sudden action,he didn’t know what to say. He felt happier than ever and relieved but still filled with confusion, “I’m sorry..I don’t know what I should say” he muttered in a dry voice,batting his eyes a few times while streams of tears ran down his face. Now in the arms of Eddie tightly burying his face into Eddie's upper shoulder. John's stomach said something for him with a loud growl. He blushed embarrassed and pulled away from the hug to look up at Eddie.

“I missed you Eddie...I should've tried to take you with me” John's pale frail hand wiped a tear falling,from his cheek as he let out a soft shaky breath. His stomach letting out another growl craving food once again.

Eddie just ignored the words for the time being and broke them apart for a quick moment before smooshing their lips together in a super long, 2 year delayed, kiss. It felt good to finally connect this intimately with the person he loved dearly. Suffocating one another in affection,but another growl from John’s stomach snapped them out of it,Eddie snickered as John blushed with embarrassment.

“Come back to my place, I’ll cook something. Plus I’m sure there is someone who’d love to see you right now.” Grabbing John’s hand, Eddie started to drag him in the direction of his house.

When they were reaching his apartment, he forgot to close his door and was afraid the cats got out. He quickly approached the door and looked inside, calling to his two kitty companions. He left John at the door to see if he could still find them.

“Spspspsp” He sounded out and waited. The singer walked in looking around to see Bitty pinning Leafy down who was struggling to move as he wanted to go out the door. “Good kitty! Keeping Leafy inside!” He cooed, getting them treats. “Daddy’s sorry he left in a hurry, I’ll give you extra kibble.” Both cats heard food and started to pour more into their dishes.

“You can come in now.” Eddie called, hearing the footsteps enter his home and close his front door.

Bitty lifted her head up in wonder to see who came inside her home when the kitty smelled an old but familiar smell. “Murrrrp? Merrrrp!” She ditched her food dish and ended up rubbing herself on her old cat dad. She meowed and purred vigorously when John picked her up and started laughing.

“Awww my lil Bits” He held her like a baby and gave her head small kisses “I missed you so much my lil one” he laughed softly and set her down purring loudly as she pranced over to the food bowl “I missed her,Thankyou for taking care of her Eds”

John tiredly sat down on a chair relaxing a bit as Eddie started to cook up breakfast,he looked like he was ready to fall asleep then and there. John was exhausted from his worrying, “your house is really nice,I also like the new cat” he smiled at Eddie from across the table. He fidgeted with his red hair “the girls wanna meet you Eddie..and I can’t stop thinking about it” Johns eyes were closed now,smiling at the thought of his sweet kids “my moms taking care of them right now”

Eddie smiled. “I would love to see them too John…” He got out a couple of plates. “But we need to work out what’s between us. We need to make sure it's really safe for Humans and Abbies to live together and be allowed to love each other. Things have been trying to change for the better between our species, but there’s always that loophole that continues to set everyone back.”

He dished up the food and handed one plate to John who carefully begin to take small bites to ease the food into his stomach. Eddie ate like normal, scratching Leafy’s ear when the kitty decided to beg for his food.

“No, Leaf, go eat your kibble.”

Eddie turned his attention back to John. “So… How have you been, like really been?”

John thought about the question pausing his meal,he normally tried to not think about how he was feeling. “I-...I’m tired,it’s been a rough few years raising the kids...and helping my mom with the rebellion,getting captured then breaking out of a facility.I really lucked out they didn’t find I could have kids,...we aren’t seen as humans in facilities” John gave an awkward laugh attempting to hide his grim recount,before he shoved another bite into his mouth chewing slowly. “It’s been...lonely” John had gotten sick during one of the harsher winters after he had the girls. He let out a deep breath rubbing his burning eyes. “It was actually my mom and the girls who said I should try to come back to see you…I mean I was planning to anyways, but I just wasn’t sure if my mom could watch the kids that long. Or if you’d want to even see me.” John ran his fingers through his petal filled hair,it all stressed him out. “Anyways how've you been…” John didn’t wanna tell Eddie that he longed to continue the dream of having a family with him,getting married and actually carrying the children of Eddie. He knew it would be too much to say,it’d been so long after all. He didn’t wanna rush things too fast and lose him again.

“I’ve been better.” Eddie replied. “Just been working on a new EP with the band. After a few concerts, Greenhouse was a success to my surprise. I guess it resonated with a bunch of people. Some people have called it the ‘Barrier Breaker’, saying it’s what's going to bring the people together.” He shrugged. “But who knows.”

He let out another sigh. “So you’ve mentioned you’ve broken out of a facility. But it’s legal for Humans and Abnormals to live together now. Does this mean you’re a fugitive? Does your Mom know you were taken? What about the girls?” He started spilling questions. But then he stopped.

“Sorry. But if you really are on the run, then we have to figure something out so you’re really free.”

“I was a fugitive,this wasn’t the first time I was in a facility. So when we first met I could technically be considered a fugitive,but after this break out and some political negotiations with the governor. My mother and I with a few others were able to make it legal in this state to live in city’s with regular people.” John took a deep breath trying to not overload Eddie with information. “And now a few other progressive states it’s legal,it’s making its way to the presidential office,so hopefully it’ll be countrywide soon” John had an awkward smile for a moment. “we’re working on the details about Abnormals and Regulars getting married and such” He shrugged and sat back in his chair,”Before we were together,a few years back I did some shit as a teenager that got me put in a facility” clearing his throat he continued “it’s why Quinn blew up when I asked about them taking the babies,but now, I’m not a fugitive,I’m ‘legal’ now”

Eddie felt so relieved, like his heart was mending back together.

“We should talk more but you look like you’re about to pass out. Stay for a few days, rest up and eat. I’m still in the middle of the album so I’ll be in my studio most of the day. If you need to leave…” He looked at John with seriousness, giving a warning in his tone of voice. “Tell me. If you run off again, I won’t be as forgiving.”

He got up, went to take a shower real quick then left for the studio. Eddie was elated that John was back, but he couldn’t forgive him just yet. He needed to mend his broken heart and he knew just how to do it. Eddie dried off and got dressed in pajamas,making his way down the hall. John who’d finished eating and seemed to pass out on Eddies couch.

When he walked into his studio, he got set up, texted his band about what’d happened,then began to strum his guitar. He heard only one song ringing through his head now,the song that had been haunting him for years. He closed his eyes, sliding his finger and plucking the first string, beginning to play Eden.

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 7 - Now That The World Is Ending

Warnings: Cuteness, Gabriel holding baby/toddler Daenerys

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: In the final chapter of Aftermath, as the bombs drop down to Earth above their heads. The Winchesters have a surprise guest living with them.

Guest OCs: Just the usuals.

Guest Characters: Archangel Gabriel [Supernatural], John Seed [mentioned]

Note: Next is NEW DAWN: NEW HORIZONS. Taking place 15-17 years later in the year 2035. THANK YOU FOR READING MY CRAP!!!!

Far Cry New Dawn x Supernatural [crossover with OCs]

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“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters in confusion, and also in surprise. He looks up at the two sisters, with a soft smile on his face and weakly mutters “Surprise to see me?”. That question was directed towards Kate, and she smiles back in return.

Surprised and also happy to see her Archangel.

“How did you g-” Paige asks, before stopping herself when she realizes it was a stupid question, “That was a stupid question”.

They help him up, and take him to the main room. Sitting him down on the living room couch.

“Gabriel?!?” Mandy mutters as she walks into the room. In shock and surprised to see the wounded celestial, bleeding a little through his shirt.

Paige leaves her mom, sister and the Archangel by themselves to go get Kenny and the others. Mandy then stands up, and goes to grab a first aid kit, or something that can heal an Archangel. Leaving Kate and Gabriel alone. She takes a seat in front of him. They look at each other for a few seconds.

“What happened?!” she asks, opening his shirt, and cleaning his wound on his stomach.

He shrugs, and softly groans in pain “I’ve sorta lost my powers”.

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “Sorta?!?”.

He sighs, “I’ve lost some of my powers when I was cast out”.

She looks at him, confused, “Cast out?. What do you mean cast out?”

He looks at her, “I’m sure you saw the giant mushroom cloud in the sky”. She nods, “Yeah, we all saw it”.

He shifts in his spot on the couch, “Did you see what else appeared in the sky shortly after?".

Shaking her head, “No, we all ran down here. What else happened?”.

He looks her in the eyes, and says in the most dramatic way possible, “All Angels were cast out of Heaven”.

Her eyes widened, “What?!?. All of them? Everyone?". He nods his head slowly, she stands up from her spot, and paces. Worried about her boyfriend, her friends and everyone she got to know in Hope County. Playing with the bracelet Wheaty gave her. Her thoughts are interrupted by the wounded Archangel on the couch in front of her.

“A boyfriend huh?” he asks, chuckling and looking up at her.

She looks at him confused, “What?!?”.

“You got a boyfriend?" he asks, "Or had one".

She tries to hold back her tears, biting her lip “Not helpful Gabe” she mutters softly. Standing there in front of him, her hands resting on her cheeks, looking at the floor. Her anxiety builds up, and her hands become shaky.

Gabriel stares at her stomach, just something about it looks different to him. It looks slightly bigger, like she put on some weight. He can’t seem to put his finger on it, but whatever it is he can feel some strange essence, or some sort of energy coming from it, coming from her body. She has a slight glow on her face, but it could be sweat.

Kate notices him staring at her stomach. “Why are you staring at my stomach?!?” she asks, glaring over at him. Breaking his focus on her slightly bigger stomach.

He looks up at her, anticipating for her to slap him for asking the question, “Don't hit me for asking this but, did you gain weight??”.

She scoffs at him, rolling her eyes, and crosses her arms. Taking a few steps away from him, “You never ask those types of questions to a human Gabe”.

He tilts his head, curiosity getting the best of him, and motions her to come towards him, “Come towards me”. She heeds, and walks towards him, standing in arms reach. He places his hand on her 7 and a half week baby bump, and feels why his curiosity is concerned about her belly.

His eyes widened, he looks up at her with his eyebrows raised “You’re pregnant?!”.

Feeling somewhat hurt that his special human is pregnant with another man's child.

For a moment she forgets that she’s carrying another tiny human being inside her, she nods her head, “Yeah. I am”.

"And it's not mine?!" he jokes, totally not hurt that his human is pregnant. Moving his hand away.

She scoffs again, "We both know the outcome for that". Taking a seat next to him.

"You were there, you knew I'm pregnant" she tells him. He looks at her confused.

"I was where??" he asks, very confused. She looks at him in disbelief, thinking this Trickster is messing with her. "In my hallucination trip. A few months ago" she tells him.

He looks at her like he has no idea what she's talking about. Shrugging, "What are you talking about??".

She shakes her head, "It's nothing. Forget it". She drops the hold thing, she knows what she saw in her bliss hallucination a few months ago.

A few moments later, Paige walks back into the living room with Kenneth, Cody, Martin, Mark, Nate and Adrian.

"Gabriel?!?" the 6 men say in unison.

The Archangel chuckles, "Did you all rehearse that?!".

He catches them all up on what was happening in the world. Angels, all of them were all cast out of Heaven, God tried to wipe out all of humanity with a nuclear explosion. The Collapse. The Reckoning. The Apocalypse. The End. The whole world is up in flames. Literally. Heaven is shut down with no one but God up in cloud city.

*****

May 2019. 7 months later

It’s been 7 months since the bombs were dropped. After several hours the bombs stopped falling, and you'd think everything would be safe to go back out. Nope, knowing that you're gonna have to live underground in a bunker with 20 other people for the next 6 and a half years. After 2 and a half months the world has now ended but it's only just begun.

No other bombs, or explosions have been dropped by The Man upstairs. The World was going through the route of regrowing, and being reborned. Starting over again.

On May 2nd, Kate gave birth to a healthy baby girl. A few weeks earlier on April 16th, Paige had a C-section giving birth to triplets, 2 boys and 1 girl with the help of Cody, his wife and Adrian’s wife Amanda delivered all 4 of them. Having all the right equipment in the bunker infirmary, stored away.

Jeffrey Dean Winchester-Smith named after her cousin, Dean. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Thomas Sam Winchester-Smith also named after her cousin, Sam. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Bianca Rhea Winchester-Smith because she's always liked the name Bianca. Weighing 7 pounds, and 4 ounces.

Daenerys Arya Brienne Winchester named after Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark and Brienne of Tarth all female characters from Game of Thrones. Being the smallest of the 4 infants, weighing 6 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Cristina is over a year old. 1 year, and 6 months old. She is now walking, she has almost all of her teeth, and can say 7 to 10 words. She is able to comprehend language, and know from right from wrong. From good from bad.

The triplets are a little over a month old now, Daenerys is 2 in a half weeks old.

During her pregnancy, Gabriel was very protective of Kate, even though they were all living underground in a huge bunker, and couldn't leave for another 6 in a half years.

Cradling her 20 day old daughter in her arms, Kate feeds her a bottle of formula. Gabriel was very cautious around her, afraid that he'll somehow hurt the tiny infant. Even though he has very little to no powers left in him.

He tried to keep a safe distance from her, Kate constantly reminded him that he didn’t need to worry about hurting the infant. That he and Daenerys will be fine. He is very fond of humans, of course, unlike most celestial beings. That was his one fear, hurting her.

"You wanna hold her?!" she asks him. He looks up at her, stammering. "Uhh, do-do you want me to?".

She smiles at him, "It's fine with me" she responds. She hands him the tiny infant. He holds her, cradling her and she starts to fuss in his arms. Making her typical baby sounds.

He groans uncomfortably, holding her away from him, stammering “Uhhh w-what is happening?!?”.

“She’s fine” she reassures him, fixing her baby blanket, “It’s a normal infant reaction”.

She starts to calm down, yawning and falling asleep in Gabriel’s arms with her finger in her mouth.

“What’s happening?!?” he nervously asks, “Is she dead?!?”.

She looks at him, chuckling, “She’s not dead. She’s asleep”. She takes the infant from his arms and puts her in her old bassinet.

Paige comes in holding one of her triplets. “Hey” she says, looking down at the one month old infant in her arms.

“Hey” Kate responds, “Which triplet is that?”.

She groans unsurely, and checks the diaper, “Thomas, and/or Jeffrey”.

“It’s Thomas!” Kenneth calls out from the next room over, “You’re holding Thomas!”.

She points in the direction where her husband's voice came from “The 2nd one. Thomas Sam”.

“How’s the scar?” she asks, referring to her C-section scar.

She groans uncomfortably, “It’s healing. Slowly, but it’s healing”.

*****

Later that night, Everyone is in their own bunker rooms. Kate is in hers, changing Daenerys into her night onesie.

Talking to the infant in a soft voice. Gabriel, who is a few rooms over, can hear Kate and the tiny human with the very little powers he has. Leaning against the headboard of his bed, listening to her conversation.

He knows he’s Kate’s Guardian Angel, he saved her several times, he gripped her tight, and raised her from perdition when she was a somewhat innocent teenager. He’s her soulmate as well. He has had these feelings for her since forever. He knows she would be better off with her boyfriend before God dropped the bombs on humanity, but he’s most likely dead. John? He’s dead as well, and he knows damn well that Daenerys is his kid. He knows Kate is ashamed that she’s his kid, regardless she loves her.

He couldn't possibly imagine how Daenerys would've turned out if John Seed had lived. How he would've treated Kate, how that demented, psycho family would've treated a pregnant Kate. A premarital baby. How that sadist psychopath would somehow ruin Kate and their baby.

He gets up, and goes to her room. Walks down the hall and knocks on the door.

“Yeah?” she responds her voice muffled from behind the closed door. He opens the door and steps inside her bedroom.

“Hey” he sighs, “How she doin’?”.

“She’s doing great” she answers, taking a seat on her bed. Gabriel takes the leap of faith, not holding back.

“I just wanted to get us over with” he tells her. Kate looks at him confused, “What are you talking about?!?”.

He lays down on her bed, laying on his side with his hand prompt up against his cheek. Looking up at her.

He lifts up his free hand from behind him, and holds a diamond ring between his index and middle fingers. Her eyes light up, and gasps softly.

“You already know where I’m going with this” he chuckles, “Will you marry me? Blah, blah, blah. I love you. Blah, blah, blah. You could do so much more better than that idiot Yes man John Seed”.

She laughs softly at his comments, “So. In all seriousness” he continues, “Will you marry me?”.

She looks at him, “You already know the answer” she whispers to him before passionately kissing him on the lips.

Katella Evyanna Winchester is set to marry an Archangel. Archangel Gabriel. She always thought of herself as the human he had to protect. That’s all she thought she was to him. His human.

*****

A few years later, November 2022, the children are all 3 years old, Cristina turned 5 years old that same month.

Daenerys, the youngest of all the children, wakes up at 6:00am, which is unusual for a child at her age to get up at, and feel energetic.

Her and the other 4 Winchester children share the same bedroom, across the hall from their parents rooms. She stumbles to Kate and Gabriel’s room, pushes the door open and climbs onto their bed.

“Mommy! Daddy!” she says loudly, waking them up.

Kate groans, as her daughter steps on her with her tiny feet. She sits on Gabriel’s chest and playfully slaps his cheeks. Waking him up.

“What?” he asks, half asleep. She giggles softly, “Wakey wakey”. He chuckles softly, slowly sitting up.

He looks over at the clock, “It’s 6 in the morning, how are you so energetic?!” he asks the 3 year old child.

She lets out a playful giggle, and jumps up and down on their bed.

She looks up at the child bouncing on the bed, having the same exact eyes as John. Those baby blue eyes that she got from him, a reminder that this little bundle of joy and happiness is also John Seed's daughter.

He gets up out of bed and carries the 3 year old child down the bunker hallway towards the kitchen.

Despite him being an Archangel with very little of his powers. He manages to get 3-6 hours of sleep, and eat solid foods. Not wanting to use his very little powers in fear that he’ll hurt any of the children living in the bunker, he manages to get by without using them, he knows the world above them is going through some change, a huge massive change that'll change everyone's lives.

But finally being able to marry the human he fell in love with, and fathering her child, he was more than happy to be a part of their lives.

Paige and Kenneth walk into the kitchen shortly after, her holding Jeffrey and Thomas in each of her arms. Kenneth holding Bianca, and Cristina following behind him.

"Here you go" Paige mutters, sitting the two toddlers in their seats at the kitchdn table. Everyone else wakes up half an hour later. Adrian, and his wife Amanda. Mark, his wife Dana and 2 kids. Nate, his wife Ellen and 3 kids, Martin and his fiancée Megan, Cody and his wife Brandy. Mandy, Barbara, Kenneth, Gabriel, Paige, Kate and their kids.

One bunker with 20+ people, and 1 Archangel living in it. 16 adults, and 10 kids. Having to spend another 2-4 years underground while the Earth regrows, and the radiation goes away. Its only a matter of time, and they can go back to their normal lives, or at least they think its their normal lives.

Hopefully, a new hope. A New Dawn. New Horizons will come their way.

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years ago

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metamorphosis (ao3)

What if, when Jack was born, he stayed a baby?

A retelling of season 13, with a few key differences.

No planned schedule, will update when I finish chapters lol

Prologue - Mary I

THEN

Mary stared out the cab window at hers and John’s home, at the bare branches of their tree reaching towards the sky and at their lawn mower abandoned underneath it, guts scattered about in disrepair. Her heart stirred, suddenly; Mary’s breath shortening as the vice around her chest tightened. She squeezed the handle, frozen in her seat and reticent to depart the safety of this yellowed rust bucket. Instinct, strangely, kicked in; Mary’s gut rumbled like some emergency siren, begging her to run to safety, run and never look back.

“Hey, girlie,” a gruff voice startled Mary from her reverie, it belonging to the cabbie behind the wheel, “You leavin’ or what?” He tapped one cigarette-stained finger on the meter, fare ticking ever-upward.

She chewed the gloss off her lips watching it ascend inch by inch, nearing an even twenty. It was an affordable sixteen dollars when they arrived. The cabbie cleared his throat again. Mary finally tore her eyes from the fare to meet his cloudy grey glare in the rearview mirror. He repeated his question. Mary didn’t have an answer for him, not yet.

There was the obvious answer. Mary could dig inside her duffle, pay him, and leave without another word. But what kept her in his cab, kept the fare running higher and higher, was this selfish urge she fought against. The urge to tell him ‘no’, to keep driving, to not stop driving until Mary spent every dollar she won from hustling pool the night before.

And she hated that. She hated him. Mary hated how she ditched a perfectly fine, albeit stolen, Oldsmobile at the edge of town for his cab that reeked of tobacco and stale booze. She absolutely loathed how he spent the entire drive lobbing innuendo her way even though every attempt was met with a polite smile and forced chuckle instead of the end point of her hidden boot-knife. She chafed at the thought of asking him for further help. Most of all, Mary despised how if she gave in, if she breathed life into her desires, this cabbie wouldn’t be any wiser to the huge decision she made. He wouldn’t judge her. He would not care. The burden of leaving, of making that choice, rested entirely on her.

It felt humiliating.

“Seriously, blondie, is it just air between those ears or –“?

“I’m leaving.” She handed over what was owed, not bothering to wait for any change. She hurled herself out of the cab, slamming the door shut in her wake. Mary lingered on the sidewalk, white knuckling her duffle, while the cab drove off. The fumes, toxic and tantalizing, tickled her nose. She stayed firm, refusing to look behind her as it left. Mary knew that, in doing so, her resolve would crumble like Lot’s wife in the breeze.

She was forged of hardier stuff than her.

Mary began marching, each step bringing her closer to that other version of herself. Each step, and she shed another layer of who she was to become who she needed to be, what she chose. The guts of her being stripped bare like the lawnmower John left in their yard, a shell of what remained unlocking the door with the key in her pocket.

There’s no fanfare announcing her return. Their house was silent save for the low hum of the television. Mary followed it, dropping her duffel at the foot of the stairs. She found John, alone, in the living room, asleep with stains on his shirt and a beer can in his hands. The corpses of three other cans were strewn about his feet, their lives given at some earlier time when the game on the screen actually held his interest. Mary grabbed the remote on his thigh, John snuffling slightly. He didn’t wake. He stayed sleeping even when Mary flicked the television off and didn’t stir when she collected the empty cans. Mary carried them into the kitchen, leaving them by the crowded sink, stacked high with dirty pans and plates.

It was empty last she remembered, three days ago.

“Dammit John…” Mary reached for the dish soap, pausing midway. Her hand hovered over it briefly. She dropped her hand to her side, skipping the chore for the moment. Mary exited the kitchen, another destination in mind.

Urged onward by a sudden migraine, caught in its early stages where the pain was annoying but bearable, Mary climbed the stairs for her room. She saw it there, her bed visible because John left the door open. It looked deliciously inviting, Mary imagining the soft blankets wrapped around her shoulders, not John’s, not like they always were, as she sank into unconsciousness strewn across the entire mattress instead of the small sliver that John left for her whenever she finished cleaning their messes in the twilight hours of night. Within seconds, she wouldn’t have to imagine what that might feel like.

That imagination would be her reality.

On her journey to the bed, however, Mary heard a tiny sniffle; then a second, followed by a large hitch of breath – all coming from Dean’s room.

She hesitated, glancing between her room and her son’s. Mary stared at the former, soul yearning for nothing more than rest. But when Dean sobbed, an awful keen that pushed the other option out of her mind, she knew where to go. She sighed, shuffling in the direction of her crying son.

Mary slowly opened his door, a sliver of light breaking through the depressing darkness blanketing his space. The lights were off, and his curtains were drawn shut. She reached inside to flick on the overhead.

Dean startled immediately, hiccupping in fright. Wide, bloodshot green eyes met her worn hazel, silent conversation interrupted only when Dean rubbed his fists at them to brush away any lingering tears. “Mommy,” he whimpered, the word bruising her already purpled rib cage, “you’re home…?”

She smiled, fully entering the room. “Yes, baby, I’m home.” Mary leaned all her weight on the doorknob, shifting on her feet. “Why are you in here all alone?”

Dean shrugged, looking down at the doll in his hands. He swung its arm back and forth, dragging the silence out. Mary waited. She waited, even though her eyelids began to droop. She waited despite the tiny voice whispering in her ear about how sweet it’d be to lay down. She waited, stayed until he was ready. Dean’s lib wobbled, silently mouthing his thoughts. Soon enough, he set the doll aside. “Dad tol’ me to.”

“He did?”

“Said I was bein’… loud.” Another sob racked his small frame, Dean shuddering to contain it. “I coul’… I tried not bein’ loud. But I – but I didn’t see the twisty-thingy twist, and when he open-ed it I, I was there, and it hurt. It hurt!” Tears poured freely from him like the tap water at the motel Mary camped in last night, thick and gross and disgusting. She couldn’t stand tears, or criers.

Though Mary hid her disgust well, covering an instinctive grimace with a heavy cough. She had to.

“Oh baby,” Mary cooed, lowering herself onto the floor. Her knees protested, the cut from a stray claw on her left calf flaring from the strain. She swallowed her pain, then beckoned Dean close so she could do the same for him. Dean crawled into her arms, wrapping sticky fingers around her neck while burying his face into her chest. “How long have you been up here?.”

“A while,” Dean muttered, drooling and crying onto her shirt. She felt his warm breath dampening her shirt, the fabric clinging to her skin. “He said if I were good that he’d lemme out but he… I’ve been quiet s’long, an’ he never came.” Dean gasps, burrowing deeper into her. “Di’ he forget about me?”

Mary clung tighter to her son, remembering how she found her husband. John, soundly sleeping in his chair, drunk, while their son suffered in his room. She trusted him for one weekend. He promised her it would be fine, that everything would be fine. This wasn’t the first time her faith in him had been misplaced. The disappointment never lessened. Will she learn this time? “I’m sorry, Dean,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Mary pressed a kiss to his crown. “I wish I could have brought you with me.”

She hadn’t meant that.

Where she went, Dean couldn’t follow. It was a promise she made after the first hunt, after falling into bad habits again. These trips were hers. Outlets for her aggression. Measured doses to feed her addiction. Reminders of why she left that life, why she chose a picket fence that kept those shadows at bay, why she never wanted her new family to know what she really was.

Dean shined too brightly for that dark hell. Monsters and ghosts and demons would shatter this innocent child into irreparable pieces, ruining him like it’s ruined every Campbell before him, like it ruined her.

It was depressing to accept, but denial became maddening. Pretending drained Mary of her strength. Repeating lies, staring down her reflection with mantras that one day she’d not judge herself like an impostor, or an outsider, or a fraud, ate at her soul. Motherhood was not what she imagined. Motherhood did not come naturally to her. Motherhood proved to not be the escape she hoped.

On those days where she felt low, like nothing she did was right, hunting reminded Mary that she was not just a mother.

But that’s who Mary was to the little boy in her arms. That’s all she was.

“Mommy,” Dean whimpered, calmer now that he spilled his tears into Mary’s embrace, “Mommy… can I haf’ food now?”

“What?”

“I’m hungry,” he whined, tugging on her hair, “Please! I hadn’t eated since Daddy left for his juice!”

Mary looked down at Dean, her little boy. She watched his eyes shyly poke through his lashes and past oily, sandy bangs; how his fists curled tighter around her golden waves. Her own hands twitched with the dreadful urge to shove Dean off of her and tell him to make his own food. A scream echoed in her throat, trapped, that she was more than that. She was more than Dean’s mother. She was more than John’s wife. A fighter’s blood pumped through her veins and a soldier’s head sat atop her shoulders and it was a killer’s hands this clueless boy asked to prepare his food.

While that storm whipped inside of Mary, she hardly let it show. Mary fought against her initial reaction, instead scooping Dean into a loose hold. “I’m kind of hungry, too,” she lied, “dinner sounds wonderful.”

There was more to Mary than motherhood, except those other pieces of herself grew smaller as motherhood, in its frenzy, consumed them bit by bit. It was determined to be the dominant aspect in her life, the sole expression of Mary’s identity. Motherhood was a monster impossible to slay. Worse, it was a monster of her own making, in her own visage. It was much of her as all the others, conceived at the exact moment Dean was.

But Mary wondered, if this beast that she became, that worked to destroy everything that came before it, had always lived inside of her, biding its time. That there was never an option of being anything else besides a mother.

Running seemed pointless, then. Hunting delayed the inevitable.

She stood in front of the stove, a pot of tomato soup simmering over a low flame. Mary watched the fire burn, hotter and hotter as she spun the dial further towards the highest setting. The tomato soup boiled, bubbles bursting and spewing tomato gunk everywhere. Some landed on her hand. Soup scalded her skin, though could not compare to the inferno tearing apart her being.

Fire burnt away all that ugly, the darkness Mary was mired in since birth. Blistering heat will make her into the perfect mother. Motherhood was a monster of its own design, unslayable, that demanded suffering and sacrifice.

I chose this, she mouthed to herself, I did.

NOW

Mary stumbled out of the memory-dream, slowly at first, then thrown into consciousness by a calloused hand. She yawned, stretching, agitating the knot in her lower back. “Yeah?”

Bobby offered her his gun, gaze darting to the smoldering embers of their campfire. It didn’t add light, or warmth, but it seemed appropriate when Mary broached the topic of stopping for the night. “Your turn.”

She nodded, hauling herself off the fallen log she slept against. Bobby dropped in response, taking her station. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to head out. Sweet dreams.”

“Unlikely.” He twisted, rolling away from her and onto his side. Mary shouldered the rifle, looking from him to the others around the fire.

Crowley, in his dirty, wrecked suit, sullenly poked the kindling with a knife Bobby must have given him. He hadn’t moved since Mary closed her eyes; however, he appeared more disgruntled than she remembered. An agonized expression carved into his soot-covered face. She might hazard a guess on what caused it, attention flitting from him to the last member of their party.

Lucifer studied Mary from his own perch. She didn’t know how long he watched, her skin prickling with that feeling of a thousand stares tracking her every move since she crossed over into this other dimension, the apocalypse world. He raised his hands, shackled by a pair of handcuffs that Mary smuggled in with her. He winked, then blows her a kiss.

Mary spun on her heel, advancing to an outcropping perfect for scouting and a good distance away from the devil’s cold, calculating glare. Her grip on Bobby’s gun tightened. She thought of her boys, of Dean and Sam. How gutted they must be because of her decision, of her sacrifice.

If only they knew she had no choice. Motherhood demanded it, craved such violence. It was the only aspect of that beast she understood.

#supernatural #spn #spn13 #mary winchester #12x22 #dean winchester #john winchester #the winchesters prequel #spn fanfic #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #baby dean winchester #mary winchester character study

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Anonymous ~ do you write smut? because if you write smut you should write another villain!au w/ All Might x fem oc where he breaks into her house and fucks her in every hole available and doesn’t let her cum the whole time and cums in her so much her tummy expands and he fucks her right into her womb and it’s just lots of noncon and him making her do whatever he wants her to do. please don’t use my user name I don’t know how to make it not show it. Thxs you!!!!!

*Flames red, fans self, and cracks knuckles* You got it baby, and no problem, name removed! I hope you like it Darling. It’s my first real attempt at writing smut and hopefully it’s what you had in mind. You’re, uh, you are age appropriate for such requests, correct? *Harshly raises eyebrow in judgement* Also, I’m pretty sure that there’s an option around your username that asks if you want to be anonymous? I could be wrong? *Edit - So, it turns out that I didn’t have the Asks set up properly and you couldn’t ask anonymously, and I am so sorry!*

Warnings: Mature 18+. Smut. Non-con. Shameless, indulgent, request inspired, filth. Real rapey folks. Anal play. Nipple play. Throat fuck. Vaginal Sex. Orgasm control/denial. Daddy kink (implications). Super unrealistic descriptions of how everything works out with the size difference. (Please never look at John. K. Peta in Google. Just. Just don’t.) A mess of curse words. Lots of cum/cum inflation. Cervix penetration. Kidnapping. Graphic descriptions of everything mentioned. It’s fuckin’ filthy y’all. Ye have been warned.

Yandere! Villain! All Might / Original Female Character

Playlist - The HU (Mongolia) Radio ~ Pandora

Name: Kauri Zenigata ~ Birthday: July 7th ~ Age: 24 ~ Hair Color: Blonde ~ Eye Color: Blue ~ Gender: Female ~ Height: 5′1′’ ~ Quirk: Usagi ~ Occupation: Pole Dancer

Appearance: Kauri is a short girl of a relatively slender build compared to the other girls who work at the gentleman’s club, who has notably large rabbit-like feet as well as two large white ears on her head. Her appearance is rather rabbit-like in general: she has a very fluffy tail at the base of her spine, the tips of her fingers have soft pink pads rather than fingerprints, her eyes are large and coltish; she also demonstrates some rabbit-like mannerisms, like hopping instead of running in life or death situations and thumping her feet against the floor to alert others in her area to danger. Her hair is light blonde, and is very long, although the curls cause it to fall no further than her waist. ~ Most, if not all of Kauri’s clothes outside work come from the thrift markets around town, and she’s managed to collect a rather large closet filled with Mori Kai fashion - loosely fighting layers of garments such as floaty dresses and cardigans. Her clothes all come from natural fabrics and tend to be hand-made or vintage accessories with nature themes.

Quirk: Usagi (Rabbit) ~ Kauri’s Quirk gives her both physical attributes and abilities of a rabbit. This gives her heightened leg strength, allowing her to jump and kick with extreme force. She also has excellent hearing thanks to her rabbit-like ears, and possess animal instincts that alert her to nearby danger.

Power - 4/5 ~ Speed - 5/6 (S) ~ Technique - 2/5 ~ Intelligence - 3/5 ~ Cooperativeness - 5/5

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~ Kauri Zenigata arrives home after working an exhausting night and barely manages to wipe away the heavy stage makeup from her face and change from the barely there underwear she wears for her work into a pair of plain black panties and a tank-top of the same color. The moment her head hits the pillows her body melts into the mattress and everything goes dark behind her eyelids. She doesn’t feel like she’s been asleep long at all when she feels a heavy weight holding her down and she wakes up to find a looming shadow above her, a single hand pressed into her wrists while a second stroked and touched her body. He’s already talking when she wakes and when she listens to the words her blood runs cold.

~ “ -little angel. So perfect. Such a dirty little slut. You like it, huh? Dressing like a slut and dancing in front of all those men? You’ve been asking for someone to fuck you for a long time. Gonna wreak that pretty little pussy of yours, baby girl.” Even if his voice hadn’t been instantly recognizable the piercing blue eyes cutting through the darkness certainly were, and Kauri’s situation came to her in a rush.

~ She was no longer wearing the clothes she had fallen asleep in, she realized, and there was something hard and stiff rubbing against her stomach; after a fleeting moment of confusion, Kauri realized that it was his dick rubbing against her pussy while the tip leaked pre-slick above her navel. Long and thick and so hard she could feel every vein as they passed over her freshly waxed slit, his shaft was nearly as large as her forearm. “No! No, no, no -” Kauri begins to scream, and she suddenly regrets living in such a remote part of town. It had seemed so nice, not having any neighbors for three blocks in any direction, but now, with Japan’s Number One Villain forcing her back into the mattress, pressing his obvious erection against her, it suddenly seemed as if she might as well be on Jupiter. “No!”

~ The laugh that leaves All Smite is booming. “Come now, darling. You work at a gentleman’s night club. You can’t tell me that you haven’t expected this - haven’t expected what would happen to you if anyone ever thought to follow you home.” All Smite begins to laugh again when Kauri starts to cry, huge tears pooling against her lashes before falling into her pale hair. Words of denial and refusal continued to fall from her lips, but they were incoherent between the hiccuping sobs that escaped with every breath, her body nearly vibrating as All Smite leaned forward so that his teeth could scrap across the sensitive skin on her neck and chest.

~ Kauri’s voice rose to a wailing cry when he pulled her to the edge of the bed and bent her at the waist so that her hips were pulled up into the air. His mouth latched onto the smooth lips of her pussy and sucked - hard. His teeth followed after and Kauri’s voice continued to rise and fall as All Smite abused the soft slit before him. Drawing back, All Smite felt the girls legs shaking where they rested against his shoulders, her back pressed against his chest, and he smiled wolfishly. With one hand, he held her in the air by a single ankle, and with the other he spread her swollen, bruised, beautiful pussy lips wide, her slit bare before him; a second later his lips and teeth latch onto her clit, making Kauri’s legs to go stiff and her entire being to go hot - hot - her hips began to thrust against his tongue, a wave a pleasure rising up in a white hot pulsating tide that was seconds away from washing over her -

~ And then All Smite removed his mouth, stopping all stimulation and the moan of frustration that leaves Kauri’s mouth is absolutely filthy as her pussy clenches around nothing in a dry imitation of an orgasm. “Oh, no, baby. Good girls don’t cum without their Daddy’s permission. You’re so small, you know. Like fucking with a little girl.” All Smite let Kauri fall limply onto the bed, her head hanging from the edge. His fingers slipped into her mouth and he forced them in and out after commanding her to suck. Kauri, who very much so wished she was brave enough to bite the villains fingers as a way to show him that he didn’t own her, began to openly weep as All Smite continued to speak. “Oh baby girl, so fucking small. Like a little doll. Gonna fuck you up and take you home so I can do it all over again. Gonna ruin that pretty little pussy of yours, and fuck this cute little mouth-pussy until your lips are swollen and you can’t breath without my dick in your throat.”

~ All Smite removed his fingers from her mouth, wet and glistening with her saliva, and found her nipples, pinching hard enough that Kauri’s mouth opened into an immediate yelp of pain. The sound was cut short, however, when All Smite pressed his hips forward, burying the head of his dick into her mouth. “If you bite me, I’ll break your neck, little girl.” And Kauri believed him. It didn’t matter how fast she knew she could be - how strong - All Smite could break her in a second if he wanted. But he hadn’t. Not yet, at the very least if you didn’t count the bruises Kauri could feel forming on her wrists and neck.

~ “Mmmphh!!” Kauri’s hands flew to All Smite’s thighs, pushing away, trying desperately to breath past All Smite’s length when it hit the back of her throat and then continued. Thrashing, Kauri’s hips rolled across the bed despite All Smite’s hands on her lower back, and he groaned, “Ahhh, c’mon, don’t struggle. That’s it. Swallow baby.” All Smite pulled back when only half his dick was buried in her throat, his glacier blue eyes flashing for a moment before he smiled, teeth wicked sharp in the darkness of the room, and then he thrust forward, encasing the length of his dick to the base. With Kauri’s nose buried against the fine golden hair just above the base of his cock, he began to snap his hips forward, while one hand slid to focus on her abused slit while the other pinched and pulled her puffy nipples. His words began to assault her ears as he continued to fuck her throat, muttering vile, degrading things when her pussy began to produce slick. He gathered the wetness and began to pool it upward, rubbing against the small star bud so close to the entrance of her pussy. For a moment - only a moment - All Smite pulled back, his dick resting along the side of her face, and she wondered why until All Smite slipped two thick fingers into her ass, slamming them to the last knuckle with no warming before scissoring them inside her, stretching her open. “Didn’t want you to bite my dick off when I did that.” All Smite muttered against her back as she shrieked, before nipping at her bottom with his teeth, causing her to convulse.

~ All Smite began to against her wet heat once again, even as he thrust his fingers into her again and again, ignoring her pleas to stop. The pleasure was back, spreading through her pussy and making her clit feel as if it were on fire, the throbbing unbearable as she felt the pleasure spike as All Smite rubbed at the swollen button of flesh. The fingers in her ass were pumping into her vigorously, making her backside burn like ice as the pain mixed with the pleasure from her clit. The mixture was overwhelming and she began to whine low in her throat. She was close - so close - almost - All Smites fingers found her clit again, pinching this time, causing Kauri’s faint moans to change to a hoarse scream as the pleasure turned to pain and the orgasm was forced away once again. All Smite wasted no time in pressing his dick back into her mouth, thrusting forward hard and fast all at once, the whole length of him in her throat before she can take a breath.

~ I . . . c - can’t . . . breathe . . . Kauri’s eyes rolled upwards, vision blurring into a wall of golden light. The throbbing in her clit was beginning to rise once again as All Smite rolled the bud between his fingertips. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, baby girl. That’s it!” All Smite’s roar drowned out the sound of Kauri’s feeble cry around his cock when he abandoned her clit just as she retched the edge of yet another ruined orgasm and instead threaded his fingers through her hair, forcing the whole of his penis into her mouth and throat as thick ropes of cum erupted into her esophagus. His fingers massaged her scalp and ears as his hips continued to give sudden, jerky thrusts, holding her down with his length still buried in her throat. Kauri could see black spots beginning to dance before her eyes, could feel of him pulsing inside her neck, blocking her airway. Her head began to spin and her hands, which had been pressing against the villain’s hips, fell to the bed, fingers dangling limply towards the floor. “That’s a good girl. But what’s wrong, your heartbeat feels faint. Doesn’t it feel good baby girl?”

~ Kauri couldn’t be sure, but she thinks that she passed out with his shaft still forcing her throat to stretch, because the next thing she knows, she’s laying with her back against the bed instead of her stomach and All Smite is smiling down at her in a way that makes her stomach curdle. His fingers pinch and pull her nipples, massaging her generous breasts as he spoke softly to her, his voice nearly inaudible as he seems to speak with himself over her small body. His fingers soon moved from gently tugging and pulling at her rosy nipples to twisting them and pulling against them so the weight of her breast hug from their tips making Kauri cry out.

~ Something jingles loudly in All Smite’s hands, but before Kauri can give the sound a second thought something cold and heavy and tight wrapped around the base of each nipple and the pain that seemed to engulf her breasts made her scream high and loud, her voice breaking at the end as she scrambles to move away, to protect herself from more pain. Her leg jerks from his grasp and a moment later her foot - large, furry, and strong - hits his chest with enough force to make All Smite’s breath rush from his lungs. Glaring, All Smite easily slips a hand around a singe hips the moment she manages to move to her hands and knees, the weighted clamps attached to her nipples pulling against the sensitive flesh painfully, and he yanks her back in one fluid motion. Kauri screams again when her weight is forced onto her chest, rubbing and pressing against her nipples so that her screams continue as he easily forces her over his lap.

~ “Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” All Smite’s voice cracks as he begins to fondle her ass, spanking her ever time she seems to become too comfortable with his touches. It was after his hands fell upon her ass in a quick succession of blows that Kauri lost count of when he slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy to find it absolutely soaking wet. “Holy fuck, are you - are you liking this?” All Smite asks, mocking her with the tone of his voice and the fingers that skimmed the surface of her swollen clit, making her entire body tremble. The immediate, feeble ‘no’ that leaves Kauri’s mouth causes All Smite to smile, his hands already pulling her up so that she was sitting across his lap, the head of his dick resting against the bottom of her sternum while her hips strained to spread far enough to allow his thighs between her own.

~ When All Smite moves to position Kauri over the head of his shaft by lifting her as if she weighs no more than a kitten, the swollen tip leaking pre-slick across her already soaked entrance, her voice raises in level once more. Her voice raw and rasping, Kauri begin to struggle against him once more, shaking her head. “It won’t fit - too big - you can’t - no.” She knew that her words were disjointed, that they didn’t make sense, but as she felt the large head of All Smite’s shaft begin to force its way into her body, Kauri swore she could feel her pelvic bones creaking. It hurt, hurt, hurt, and All Smite wasn’t stopping, not when her nails scrapped across the skin of his chest and forearms, not when her back arched in an attempt to throw herself from his hold, not when she screamed so loudly her voice broke and suddenly became nothing more than a rasping squeak. He had only managed to force the head of his dick inside her entrance and already it felt as if he were splitting her in two. Her neck felt weak and Kauri couldn’t seem to hold her head up as All Smite rolled his hits into hers, chuckling when she stiffened and whimpered, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

~ “Still awake down there, baby girl?” All Smite chuckled, pulling back so that the swell of the tip of his shaft rested against her folds. Her hands were slack against his chest and it seemed as if her eyes might be rolled into the back of her head. “Hey, c’mon now, you’ll want to wake up for this next part. It should be . . . Plus Ultra.” All Smite laughed, the old saying from his high school days rolling from his tongue easily as his hands gripped her hips tightly then, giving her no room to move as he pressed his hips forward - and then he surged upward and Kauri wailed as his length sunk into her heat.

~ “You’re breaking me! I”m breaking - you’re going to break me - I can’t!” All Smite laughed and told her what nonsense that was - “After all a woman’s pussy’s meant to have a baby and as flattering as that is, my dicks no where near the size of a baby.” - and then he was moving, the length of his dick showing through the bulge in her stomach each time he thrust. Kauri continued to wail, unable to help the sounds escaping her mouth as All Smite bounced her on his lap. With her back pressed against his chest it was easy to reach the swollen bud between her legs and he rubbed it aggressively as he began to bounce her, and her nails dug almost painfully into his wrist as her walls began to flutter around his shaft. He waited until the fluttering stuttered and her breath caught before he pulled his fingers away. The orgasm was further halted by his other hand pulling one of the clamps on her nipples sharply and suddenly so that it pulled from her skin with a loud snap. “I told you, only good girl get to cum and you’ve not proven that you’re a good girl yet, have you?”

~ She lost the second clamp when All Smite denied her yet again and her thoughts were beginning to go fuzzy around the edges. She didn’t scream when the nipple clamp was painfully pulled from her body, but she did begin to sob when All Smite pulled his dick from her pussy with an audible pop and a rush of fluid down her thighs. Her pussy clenched painfully at nothing and All Smite turned her so that he could watch as she trembled in his arms. “Fuck baby girl, gonna cum soon and fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cum.”

~ Pulling her up he dropped her down again with no warning, and he groaned as he felt her battered cervix give beneath the pressure and the last few inches of his shaft slipped inside as he moved impossible deeper into her slit. “Wha - !? Uahhhh! No! Nooo!” Kauri wailed. All Smite’s hands wrapped around her waist and he smiled. “Do you feel that baby? Feel your womb getting pushed up? Your so stuffed with my cock that I can feel your ovaries.” Kauri’s face flushed violently and she shook her head when All Smite’s fingers danced across the skin of her belly. “No! Stop it! Don’t - you can’t do this! You can’t! You can’t!” All Smite laughed through each word by pulling back till only the tip of his shaft lay inside her before pushing forward with as much force as he possible could. His fingers found her clit again and he rubbed with a single minded intent and for a moment, a fleeting moment, Kauri thought he might finally allow her to tip over the edge but then he leaned down close to her ear, “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, I’m . . . I’m gonna cum! I’m - I’m cumming!”, and he pulled his finger away and left her teetering at the edge once more, her voice a breathless whine as her body shook on his dick.

~ Kauri could feel the rush of liquid as it filled her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as All Smite continued to swipe his fingertips against the swollen bud that was throbbing painfully between her legs. She was cramping, the pressure from the villain’s cum trapped within her pussy causing the swelling of her stomach to grow. The shape of All Smite’s dick became less pronounced and then disappeared all together while he continued to pump into her slit, each thrust filling her with more and more of his essence. “Such a good girl.” All Smite crooned into her ear, his hand rubbing across her belly, which was swollen to the point she seemed nearly four months pregnant. “Such a good girl. If you keep being good I just might let you cum when we get home. I can’t wait to fuck you again. Such a good girl.”

#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere all might #villain all might #bnha #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #all might #no beta ill die a (wo)man

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