#(i am ignoring that it is 2pm. n e way.)

[swift--fox]

Day off

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH I wanted to make this a sort of surprise but I failed miserably. ANYWAY hope u like it i love u you outstanding funky lil dumbass celebrate somehow surviving another year!! (AGAIN please ignore the garbage title I’m so bad at this)

P/N: This is amazing, and I have been hoarding it for like a month (Totally not because I am terrible at remembering to post shit, shhhhhh) But THANK YOU GREY @pissbabydean!!! THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT!!

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Dean woke up in a great mood. He was well-rested, perfectly sated from last night’s…activities, and they had the bunker to themselves today. He and Sam had agreed to taking a couple “off-days” a month just to keep tensions from building too high. Today was one of them, and Sam was taking Eileen out on a day trip to Colorado. 

Dean rolled over and flopped on top of the warm body next to him, resulting in a sleep muddled grunt. He peppered a flurry of kisses across his boyfriends neck and cheeks, making obnoxious smooching noises as he went. Said boyfriend was now awake, if his sleepy murmurs of protest were anything to go by. 

“‘M sleeping. Get off,” Cas mumbled, eyes still shut while he turned his head, blindly trying to evade Dean’s affections. 

“No way, Grumpy. It’s almost 11, time to get up.” Dean crowed, leaning down to peck a kiss on the tip of his nose. Cas screwed his face up and twisted underneath him, unseating the hunter without breaking a sweat. He buried his face into the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

Dean could almost forget how strong Cas was, seeing as he rarely showcased it. He only really used it on hunts or when they were hooking up - in both instances Dean’s brain was usually too preoccupied to really take note. 

Regardless, Dean had to uphold his reputation as Incredibly Annoying Alarm Clock, otherwise Cas could sleep until 2pm. Which was weird, because angels didn’t even need sleep. Cas just really really liked it, which was all fun and games when Dean could wake up in the arms of his angel and maybe even lay there with him until his growling stomach could no longer be ignored. Now, it was more annoying than anything. At least he could have fun waking him up.

He crawled back over and straddled Cas’s bare back, resulting in a muffled “Uff” into the pillow. 

“Caaas, c’mon, dontcha want to spend time with your loving boyfriend? Who makes amazing pancakes? And who you love so very dearly?” 

A dismissive grunt was all Dean received in way of an answer. Dean leaned forward and licked a fat stripe across the top of Cas’s tanned shoulder. He shuddered once and that was the only response he got before Cas stilled again. He wormed his tongue up Cas’s warm neck and traced the shell of his ear with it, making lewd moaning noises right in his boyfriend’s ear. 

“Gross,” He protested as he reached back to blindly swat at Dean’s face. The perpetrator just chuckled and avoided the half-hearted protest, nipping on his fleshy earlobe.

“You love it,” He teased.

“Not when you have morning breath,” Cas rebutted. Dean hummed dismissively and continued his minstriations. 

Cas didn’t mind enough to put up an actual fight, but he did mind enough that his will-power was slowly diminishing. Then, a tongue snaked into his ear and he shrieked, nearly throwing Dean off the bed while he escaped the disturbing sensation. Dean was folded over with laughter, cackling into the bedsheets while he glowered.

“You’re disgusting and cruel. Go make me pancakes,” He groused, using the hem of Dean’s discarded t-shirt to wipe out the wetness in his ear. Dean, who was still laughing, came over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Comin’ right up,” He grinned. It was hard to stay mad at him, especially with a smile like that. Cas could still act the part, though. 

After brushing his teeth and putting on a clean shirt, Castiel ambled into the kitchen, which was flooded with the scent of cooking batter and fresh-brewed coffee. The table was already set, his favorite mug filled to the brim with dark liquid. He sat down and immediately began nursing the bitter beverage while he watched Dean man the stove, quietly humming to himself. 

Castiel was an angel. He didn’t need to eat, just like he didn’t need to sleep. Unlike sleeping, though, he didn’t particularly enjoy eating. Mostly, if it wasn’t Dean cooking for him, he wouldn’t eat. Not much was worth the overwhelming tsunami of flavor and texture from each individual molecule and building block of whatever he was consuming. But Dean’s satisfied little smile and shining eyes were. 

Pancakes weren’t the worst for him to eat, but they certainly weren’t good by any means. He found that foods containing eggs were largely unpleasant. But Dean always made him a heart-shaped pancake, and Cas’s chest always did those happy little swoops when he caught Dean watching him eat it. 

They finished breakfast and Castiel washed the dishes while Dean dried, then Cas was left to sit on the couch while Dean showered. He reached over to grab his latest read - The Crooked House, which he’d flown to the public library to borrow a few days ago in anticipation of their off-day. He opened up to the yellowed, well-loved first page and quickly lost himself in the rolling plot.

Dean had come to join him some time ago, stray droplets dripping from his hair to the shoulders of his t-shirt. He slid his way over to the couch suavely, socked feet gliding easily over the smooth flooring. If he wasn’t so focused on his book, he would have noticed Dean’s little huff of annoyance that Cas had missed his grand entrance. 

And thus began Dean Winchester’s unabashed quest for attention from his angel boyfriend. It started with an incessant amount of talking.

“Heyyy, Cas, whatcha doin’? He drawled in a very successful imitation of Isabella from Phineas and Ferb (What? It’s not like Cas would get the reference. Slim pickin’s on Netflix these days).

“Reading,” Came Castiel’s curt reply as he turned a page. Dean’s mouth fell open in an overexaggerated “aaahhhh,” noise.

“Cool. Whatcha readin’?” 

“The Crooked House. It’s a murder-myster novel where a young woman’s-”

“Cool, cool. So, whaddya say about a little TV? Ever watched Schitt’s Creek?” Dean cut him off purposefully, gesturing at the TV. The picture of innocence, if you didn’t count the faint upwards tug of the corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t mind if you watch something,” He replied noncommittally. Dean narrowed his eyes a fraction and tossed the remote aside.

“Okay, no Netflix. So, what should we do, then?” 

Castiel shrugged and flicked the page. “I’m reading. You can do what you like, Dean - it’s your day off.”

Dean collapsed against the couch with a frustrated groan, throwing his hands up in the air.

“It’s our day off, babe. As in, together. Let’s do something,” He whined. 

“I’m open to suggestions,” Dean sat up excitedly, but Cas held up a finger. “…after I’m done reading.” 

Dean’s face fell and he crossed his arms against his chest. He wasn’t pouting but he wasn’t not pouting, either.

“Come on, dude, you got, like, the whole book still! Watch something stupid and funny with me! Don’t you love me?” 

“I do. And you love me, which is why you’ll let me finish my book in peace.” 

Dean huffed and muttered complaints under his breath. He hated it when Cas turned his own words against him. It was just unfair. 

Dean could be unfair, too.

He started clicking his tongue obnoxiously loud, humming nonsensical tunes to himself, tapping loudly on the end tables with his finger tips. He watched the angel carefully for any reaction to his antics but damn, he knew Cas was good. He would have to up his game.

Then he started singing. Loudly. Badly. Voice cracks and all. 

“Oh Danny boyyyyyy, the pipes, the pipes are ca-a-allingggggg~”

There was a minute twitch in Cas’s jaw and the grip he had on the cover of the book was a lot tighter than necessary. He was getting somewhere.

“From glen to glennnnnnnnnn, and down the mountain siiiii-” 

His mouth was suddenly clamped shut. Lips pressed together, like if he weren’t speaking at all. But he had been, and he was trying to. He tried to speak, to do anything, but no sound came out. 

“Perhaps vocal lessons would be a good investment for you, Dean.” Cas commented off-handedly, and then paused in thought. “Or ear-plugs for the rest of us,” 

Dean glowered at the nonchalant angel on the other end of the couch and shifted, shoving his legs unceremoniously into Cas’s lap, making sure to jostle the book in his hands with his calf. 

He knew Cas knew what he was asking for. HAnd Cas knew he knew that he knew what Dean was asking for. e was just being an asshole for reasons unknown (okay, unknown if you didn’t count the way Dean woke him up that morning. And how he’d scared him in the shower the previous morning).

Where Dean had been glaring a hole into the wall just past Castiel, he noticed that the book was…levitating. Where were Cas’s hands? 

He got his answer a second later when he felt fingers press against the arch of his foot. He tensed and a little ribbon of excitement coiled in his chest. He thought he was getting what he asked for. He was wrong.

Cas’s fingers were…devastating, in all the wrong ways. Just barely brushing his fingertips in sweeping ovals on his heel, occasionally poking his arch or instep. It wasn’t enough to warrant laughter, or even really much squirming. It was just on the precipice, and Dean fucking hated it.

And then Cas decided to get meaner. He would drag a deliberate finger down his sole and as quickly as his nerves could flare up with tingly delight, the sensation was promptly rubbed away by strong, soothing hands. It was a terrible, cruel, sadistic, almost-tickly-but-not massage.

Dean scowled and leaned forward to thwack Cas on the shoulder, though not too convincingly. Despite it not being what he wanted, Cas was a talented (if incredibly mean) masseuse. Dean was putty in his hands, and not the giggly kind. Ugh. 

Cas was still reading his stupid murder book, the creased and worn old book was hovering a few inches from his face, the pages turning on their own. Seriously, how did this guy have enough concentration to do three things with his grace at once? 

“What is it, Dean? What more could you possibly have to complain about? I’m giving you the attention you were so desperate for.” 

Dean harrumphed and glared at his angel, pointedly jostling the feet in his lap. Cas would have found it cute if it wasn’t so annoying. He continued his infuriating game while Dean’s mouth stayed zipped shut with grace, all he could do was move into the touch - and for every bit he did, Castiel pulled back the same. It was goddamn psychological warfare.

Then, there was a…prodding. On his right bottom-most rib, through his shirt. Which could only mean one thing. Dean would, technically, be getting what he wanted. But in the most impersonal and - there was that word again - infuriating way possible. It was more of an itch, really. But the fact he couldn’t scratch it was why he started squirming and kicking his legs out. Castiel was not amused and then Dean realized that he wasn’t moving anymore. He was sending the signals to his muscles to move and thrash and, in general, be a nuisance. His body just wasn’t responding and it took Dean a second too late to register the faint self-satisfied smirk on the other man’s face before the incredibly thin and spindly wire of grace was curling and flossing between each individual rib.

Though, now, he could laugh. And he did. He imagined he would have thrown his head back if he could while he shrieked and full-belly laughter tumbled from his newly-functioning vocal chords. But, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t shake his head or even clench his fists. He couldn’t do anything that even alluded to a struggle and he couldn’t decide if he liked that added layer of vulnerability or not. 

Then, the spindle of grace turned more into a…tickly lash. The thing with using grace for tickling, (like a filthy cheater, because grace is so unfair for this very reason) is that it doesn’t quite follow the rules. With a wave-length of celestial intent behind the wheel, it was lethal. 

The cruel extension of his power flicked across his chest, leaving behind a swarm of buzzing nerves. It migrated to his neck, his underarms, his belly - Jesus, even his thighs. His laughter was jumpy and bright and desperate, because he didn’t know where the next strike would be.

His question was answered when the malicious tendrils of grace brushed the crease of his thighs. The laughter Cas drew from there was wholly consuming and embarrassing. Cackling, you could call it. Howling may be a more accurate descriptor. 

Dean waited for the electric tingling of his nerves to taper off, but it didn’t come. Cas didn’t stop. 

If it wasn’t before, Dean’s laughter had definitely turned desperate. Gasps and sobs and choked attempts at words and all. 

“C-CAS!” He all but screamed, and the rest of what he would say slipped through the cracks of his crumbling mind. His boyfriend, although sadistic, knew when to stop. Or slow things down, at least. The weapon his thighs were previously assaulted with moved to converge on his stomach, ribbons swirling around the softer center like a goddamn merry-go-round.

Occasionally one of said ribbons would deviate from the rest to wiggle into his belly button - which would add a squeaky quality to his giggling. At least now he could think, although the laughter that was coming out of his mouth (that could only be described as giggling, much to his dismay) was embarrassing enough that it was hard to find this an act of mercy. 

“Yes, Dean?” 

"Me-Mehehercyy!” He pleaded. His lungs were starting to ache, as well as the rest of him, from laughing so hard. Although, it was a nice feeling, Dean enjoyed the feeling of complete bone-deep exhaustion after he and Cas’s sessions. Still, he needed a break. Cas’s book finally was placed on the end table and he smiled over at Dean fondly with a short nod. 

When Dean regained control of his body, the first thing he did was fold forward and press his forehead to Cas’s thigh, panting out the last of his residual laughter. A warm and firm hand rubbed soothing circles into his back and Dean leaned into the heavenly touch.

“You were mean,” Dean whined, no real accusation behind his words. He felt Cas chuckle more than he heard it, and he was being guided to collapse in his lap again. This time, his upper-half was splayed across the sweatpant-clad legs and he was face down, cheek pressed against the top of Cas’s thigh. He sighed and immediately molded himself to the warm body under him.

“I was, wasn’t I? What would you like?” 

Dean hummed and reached behind him blindly for Cas’s hands.

“Touch me.” 

A blissfully wam palm flattened in the center of Dean’s back and began rubbing once again, the same soothing circles, but now under the shirt. 

“Is this good?” 

Dean thought for a moment.

“Light.” Was all he could manage, as his brain was currently tickled-out mush.

Cas made his hand into more of a relaxed claw and dragged the pads of his fingers and occasionally the edges of his blunt fingernails of the pliant and receptive planes of Dean’s back. The hunter let out a herculean sigh as every bit of stress was drawn out of his body by his caring and meticulous angel. Damn, he’d have to annoy Cas more often.

#submission #supernatural #Destiel #ticklish!dean #dean is a nuisance #Cas loves it tho #he pretends to hate it #but really

[with-love-anu]

Desiderata: The Reveal

PART: 5

WORD COUNT: 2K

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Reader

SUMMARY:  You had been best friends with James, Remus, Sirius and Peter. Read your journey of love, friendship and jealousy through your wonderful years at Hogwarts. Enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST

As you moved through the train looking for the compartment and your friends, you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. You had always worn simple T-Shirts and jeans at school. Now, as you walked wearing a coral pink off-shoulder top and some high-waist denims, you could suddenly feel people noticing you. It made you smile, the new found attention. You finally saw your besties sitting in the second last compartment.

“Fangs!”

James hugged you as you entered. He held you at arm’s length, his hands on the either side of your shoulders as he took a good look at you. “Wow! You look so pretty!”

“Well, I take it you like my new look.” You smiled smugly cocking an eyebrow.

“I don’t know about him, but I freaking love it” Remus piped in as he came forward and practically engulfed you.

“Remus…can’t…breathe…” you choked out as Remus chuckled releasing you.

You turned to find peter as red as a tomato and Sirius beside him. He stared at you with a somewhat surprised expression on his face, his mouth slightly ajar. It took him a second before he came forward and pulled you into a tight hug and whispered, “I missed you” his breath tickling your ear. You blushed and slowly pulled away from him.

After you all settled down, you told them about your trip to India. Sirius had spent most of the summer at James’s house and the way their eyes sparkled mischievously, you knew they had done much more than have some “fun”. Remus had spent his summer engrossed in the books you’d lent him. Having read through your collection more than 3 times and knowing Remus would take good care of them, you had given them all to him for the summer. Peter had travelled to the country side with his family.

When you’d finally reached the great hall, you couldn’t wait for the sorting to get over and to dig into the feast prepared by the school elves. You were sitting beside Lily who had pulled your ear on seeing you. (“Y/n Y/l/n! You had no time to see me!”)

James who sat in front of you was continually giving you looks, pestering you to make Lily talk to him. After a while, you started ignoring him all together because you knew how infuriated lily would get if you did that just now. Lily and you talked about your vacations. You told her how your sister wanted to give you this big makeover and you just took the opportunity. Lily listened to you a small frown occurring in her eyes. You asked her about it.

“Nothing, it’s just that my own sister Petunia hates me. I wish I had same relationship you have with your sister.” Lily told you. “But anyways, I love your new look and I could already see the boy’s heads turning in you direction” she said wriggling her eyebrows.

“Lily!” you said smacking her arm.

Lily giggled and you couldn’t help but wonder about her. You two always had been close friends but you couldn’t spend that much time with each other as you had the marauders and she, Snape. Now, when she just told you about her sister, you couldn’t help but worry a little. It was the same way Sirius had first mentioned Regulus. You saw how she just mentioned her with a sad glint in her eyes before brushing it away. You doubted that Lily had someone she could talk to about this. Although she was friends with the other dorm-mates you knew that the two of you were the closest. You decided in that moment that you would at least try to strengthen your friendship with her.

When you were both ready to sleep in your respective dorm rooms, you took her into the bathroom with you so that others wouldn’t hear. You pestered her to sneak out. She glared at you but you could be persuasive when you wanted to. She put up a good fight before finally giving in.

“Y/n, if I get caught you would be responsible”

“What would teachers say?”

“I am a prefect; I am supposed to stop these things”

“Y/n you are a bad influence on me”

“Y/n are you even listening to me?”

You huffed. You could very well see beneath the annoyed façade that Lily was enjoying herself. She couldn’t even keep the small smile off her face. You wouldn’t lie if you said that she had a mischievous side to her. You smirked.

“You need to stay quiet. I know that this is your first time sneaking out, but trust me I won’t let you get caught.” You told her.

“Okay”

As you reached the fruit bowl painting you couldn’t help but put in a bit of drama.

“Lily Evans, my closest dorm mate, (Lily face palmed) I present to you my secret of bringing snacks to our dorm. Now, I am only letting you know this because you, yes you NEED to loosen up a bit and also you’ve proved yourself to be worthy to me”

You made wide hand gestures as you entered the kitchens. After Lily decided she had looked around enough, you both sat down drinking some hot chocolate. The two of you laughed and joked around talking about everything from the teachers to the portraits at Hogwarts. You were mildly surprised to find Lily having this wild side to her. She was fierce and bold and definitely not the girl who followed every single school rule. You could see how perfect she was for James, but you didn’t raise your opinions just yet.

“Tell me, why hadn’t we done this before?” Lily asked, her face as red as her hair, from laughing all the way up to the common room.

“You insisted on following the rules so much, that’s why.” You told her smiling. You both went up to your dorm plopping down on the mattress, soon falling into deep slumber.

Next morning, when you went down the breakfast table you couldn’t help but feel a little sleepy due to the last night’s endeavours. You poured yourself a large cup of coffee and piled on some toast and fruit. You saw Sirius come in flirting with some Ravenclaw girl. You huffed and felt that familiar pinch yet again. You were tired, tired of pinning after the boy who would never reciprocate your feelings. When you were going through the makeover, you thought that maybe, maybe Sirius would notice you. But he clearly never did or ever will. You mentally cursed James and Remus for putting the little hope in your head.

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling your name. You turned around and saw Sebastian, Ruuhaan, Alex, Charlotte and Grace smirking at you. Over the years you all had become great friends. They were all from different houses. Sebastian and Charlotte from Ravenclaw, Alex and Grace from Hufflepuff and Ruuhaan from Slytherin.

“How come we are last to know about your new look?” Alex asked smirking at you.

“What? You don’t like it?” you said twirling around so they could see your striped culotte jumpsuit.

“Oh everyone loves it” Ruuhaan said winking at you. You smiled as the group fell into an easy conversation.

“So, Sunday 2pm we start this year’s study session” Grace said as she started to leave.

“I really can’t wait to go back and study” You said in a high pitched tone, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. Sebastian sniggered as Grace smacked you.

“That hurt!!” you pouted.

“We just don’t study and you know it! Anyways, remind Remus too.” Grace said.

You looked back seeing Lily sitting alone eating her breakfast. You glanced at the Slytherin table to see Snape sitting with Malfoy, Avery and Mulciber.

“Can I bring Lily too? She’s real nice outside the prefect duties and being the perfect student” You asked.

“Of course why not?” Charlotte said. “Besides Ruuhaan is bringing his crush, Candice too.” she added winking.

Ruuhaan blushed. He had a crush on Candice for years and had gathered the courage to talk to her after huge amount of pestering from you all.

“So, it’s settled then!” Sebastian cut in saving Ruuhaan from any teasing. As they slowly went their ways you plopped down next to Lily and saw James and Peter had already taken seats opposite to you and were eating. Remus always came in the last moment at breakfast being the sleepy head he was.

“Lily, are you free this Sunday 2pm?” you asked Lily.

“Yes. Why?”  

“Okay so I have this study group I go to where we usually do our homework but time to time we also have fun. There are people from all the houses and honestly speaking; we get our work done earlier than most people. I mean with different views, loads of notes and research work from 7 different people does make things easier.” You explained.

“So, this is the actual reason you score at least an “E” in every class? I’m impressed. I didn’t know there were people who take their homework seriously.” Lily said an amused look on her face.

“Am I hearing a yes?” you said delighted.

“I’ll be there.”

The first day was exhausting. You had gone through double potions and herbology. Teachers were all on about how you needed to work hard for the upcoming owls and you had already got 3 essays to write by the next week. So, as you moved towards the last class, defense against the dark arts, you were hoping to get over with it as soon as possible.

You sat beside James and Sirius who were in the same predicament as you were. Professor Vane was new defense against the dark arts’ teacher. He was an old man who looked like a walking corpse.

“Settle down please.” He drowned in a monotonous voice and you knew he wouldn’t be able to handle your wild classmates. He went and sat on a high chair facing the class and remained there for the entirety of the lesson. He went on about how although you all would be practicing certain spells the main focus would be on the theory. You groaned internally. Great, just great. With Voldermort on the rise, the increasing tension in the wizarding world, you wouldn’t even be taught about how to handle yourself in a battle. You were passionate about the things you believed in and stopping this pureblood mania was one of them. So, as he droned on and on about different spells and their usage you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

While the class went on, James mindlessly writing lily on the corners of the page filling it with small hearts, Sirius winking and passing notes with Marlene (you were glaring at him, but apparently he never noticed) ; an idea struck you. When the class finished you beckoned the marauders to a small corner.

“Listen, I have an idea. I don’t think Vane is ever going to teach us anything useful and I want to be able to defend myself and be strong enough to go on missions against the death eaters.” You looked to see the boys faces darkened with a grim expression.

“What I am trying to propose is a club. Not like the duelling club where people go to have some fun. I want to learn things that would help me keep myself and others safe. I have seen the procedure for making the club and I am sure we would be allowed if we followed the rules. People can teach each other what we are best at. Remus can help us with attacking spells; Lily can with the defensive ones and I could help teach others basic healing procedures- spells and potions. That’s what it is about in the end, isn’t it? Helping each other? Staying strong together?” you spoke out.

The boys took a moment thinking about what you just said. You knew they were as eager to learn as you were. Remus spoke up first.

“I’m in” Remus said with an expression that told you he was determined to make this work.

“Me too.”

“I’m in”

“Sure. Why not?”

You were positively delighted to see them agreeing.

“But, who else would be there?” James asked.

“Oh, you’ll see. Leave that to me” You added smirking knowing exactly who you were going to call and were sure that they’ll agree.

SERIES MASTERLIST

#sirius imagine #sirius x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter #sirius #james x reader #remusx reader #black x reader #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #sirius black #desidereta #my work

[garbage-tozier]

problem - r.t. (part one)

prompt number: three - “now? now you listen to me?”

fandom: it (richie tozier x reader)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: a bit of profanity, and yo mama jokes (it’s richie though, come on)

word count: 2.6k (this is the longest thing i’ve written in a while)

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the wind rustled the leaves of the trees outside your bedroom window. you lay up in your bed, listening to them, urging your body to fall asleep.

thump.

you shot up in your bed, instantly turning towards the window, where the sound had come from.

you couldn't see out of it, and the sound didn't come again, so you told yourself it was nothing.

"probably just a bird," you thought, laying back down.

thump.

you ignored the sound this time, rolling over onto your side and pressing your eyelids shut tightly.

thump.

"oh, come on!" you cried, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and standing up. 

you made your way over to your window, pushing it open and trying your best to see into your pitch-black yard.

"y/n!" you heard someone yell. hearing what you assume to be an armful of rocks fall to the ground. startled, you jump back.

suddenly, something clicked in your brain. the throwing of rocks at your window. the familiar voice. the only rat child you knew who would ever be awake at such an obscure hour.

"richie??" you said, squinting. you inched towards your window, and though you couldn't quite make out his face, there was no doubt: that was the silhouette of richie tozier.

"can i come in?" he asked eagerly.

"what the fuck are you doing at my bedroom window at-" you paused, glancing at your clock. "what does that say? one? one thirteen am? why, richard tozier, are you standing in my yard, pelting my window with rocks, at one thirteen am?"

"i was bored," he said simply. you couldn't see his face clearly, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was sporting a shit-eating grin.

"ugh," you rolled your eyes. you had been friends with richie tozier for years now. from him, this kind of stuff wasn't exactly expected, but when it did happen, no one was surprised.

"so can i come in?"

"get your ass up here, you idiot," you pushed up the screen and stuck your hand out into the darkness.

you felt richie's hand hook onto your arm, and the two of you worked together to hoist him through your bedroom window.

"alright, rich," you said, lowering the screen and re-closing the window. "what did you need?"

"what!" richie feigned offense. "can't a guy lovingly visit his best friend at one am without needing something from her?"

"cut the bullshit, tozier." you crossed your arms, leaning on the wall. "what. do. you. need."

richie eyed you before letting out a loud, exaggerated sigh. he collapsed delicately onto your bed. "okay, y/n," he placed the back of his hand to his forehead, resting his other hand upon his heart. "you've caught me."

you sat at your homework desk, flicking on your desk light and watching the boy perform. he was now fake crying into his hands.

"i have no choice but to tell you," he continued. he added a couple of sniffles, even wiping his nose on his arm. "i have..... a problem,"

"many," you corrected, pushing him over so that you could sit down next to him on your bed. "what's up?"

as you observed your friend's face, something looked... different. before, richie was pretending to be troubled. but now, the look on his face was one of genuine nervousness.

he bit his lip. "promise you won't freak out?"

you were starting to get worried. i mean, this was richie. richie "i don't give a shit" tozier. what could be so incredibly wrong that he looked so scared?

"i promise," you said, sticking out the pinkie finger of your right hand. he looped his left pinkie through it.

"alright," he took a deep breath. "i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend,"

it took everything in you not to start hollering at the boy. here you were, actually worried about him, and it turns out this was all just another one of his stupid fake pick up line jokes.

"fuck you," you said, throwing down his hand. you stood up from your bed and went back to leaning on the wall.

"no, y/n, i'm serious!" you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "my mom's family is coming to our house for a party, and i've been telling her i have a girlfriend."

"which you obviously don't" you filled in for him. he looked slightly offended, but said nothing. you surveyed his face. he looked serious enough- but that was the thing. richie tozier was an incredible actor. he was kind of hard to trust sometimes.

"will you?" he begged. under your judgement, which if you did say yourself was quite good (seeing as you'd been best friends with him since the two of you were in kindergarten), he was for real.

still, you were hesitant to say yes. knowing richie, pretending to be his girlfriend would most likely entail a holding hands, standing with each other at all times, and maybe even... kissing.

it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss richie- oh, how you desperately wanted to kiss richie!

but what if you went a little to hard with it? what if you made richie uncomfortable? what if you were holding hands and your hand started sweating? what if his parents didn't like you? what if-

"y/n?"

oh shit. you'd gotten so caught up in thinking about richie that you'd forgotten he was actually in your room.

"damn, rich, i don't know," you said, pulling yourself together. you pushed yourself off of the wall, now standing directly in front of your friend, staring down at the floor. "i..."

you looked up at him. if he wasn't serious, you were going to murder his ass. that clown bitch wouldn't be the only thing haunting his dreams.

"ok," you said, finally giving in. richie immediately brightened.

"thank you sooooo much," he popped of from his seat on your bed and ran over to give you a hug.

"hey, watch yourself, bigfoot! my parents are still asleep, you can't just go stomping around like that!"

"your mom would be happy to see me," richie smirked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"shut your fucking mouth, tozier," you moved to kick him in the shin, but he dodged you. "you don't want me to break up with you, do you?"

"fiiiiine," he sighed, walking back over to your bed and flopping down. "i won't go into detail about what fun me and your mom had last-"

"richie!"

"okay, okay, i'm sorry," he laughed. the air was still for a while as you moved to sit next to him again.

"so about this party..." you said casually, crossing your ankles. "what day, time, who's gonna be there, things like that,"

"well..." richie stared at the floor, as if he were thinking. "it's this saturday, and it's.... 10am to 2pm? i think? but we don't have to stay the whole time."

"okayyy," you said. "who's coming?"

"my aunt, and her kids. they're around georgie's age, but they're not dead-"

"richie!" you scolded, whacking him on the shoulder. "stop that!"

"sorry, 'm sorry," he rubbed his eye with his fist. "there's three of 'em- my cousins. they're all about a year apart. then my grandma and great grandma are coming, and my uncle, who, if i'm being honest, is kind of a creep, so we'll steer away from him,"

you nodded, logging this information in your head. "you tired, rich?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. he yawned.

"no," he replied. "not-" -another yawn- "-in the slightest,"

"wow! looks like trashmouth tozier is not, in fact, a machine! he lives!"

"how do you know my battery isn't low?" he snapped. he blinked, letting his eyes stay closed for just a fraction of a second longer than usual.

"i can't let you bike home in this state," it was true. he was practically falling asleep! if he got on his bike, he might crash! and richie never wore a helmet (not unless eddie convinced him to). "you wanna stay over?"

the boy sitting on your bed was finally beginning to give in. "okay, whatever," he yawned again. "but what about my parents?"

"we'll have you back home before they wake up," you said confidently, glancing at your alarm clock. the time read 2:17am. "we can get four hours of sleep and be up by six if we go to sleep now," you set the alarm as you spoke.

"okay," richie agreed, which was surprising to say the least. "good night, y/n. and thanks, by the way,"

he stood up from your bed, grabbing a spare pillow and blanket from your closet, where he knew you kept them. this wasn't his first time sleeping over.

he made himself comfortable on your bedroom floor. he curled up into fetal position, and closed his eyes.

you switched off your desk light, then walked back to your bed and got under the covers. "g'night, richie,"

however, just like before richie had come, you weren't able to sleep. after a couple of minutes, you decided to get one last question in with richie.

"hey, rich?" you said softly.

"yeah?" you heard him murmur from his position on your floor.

"would we have to like.... i don't know... kiss and stuff?" you tried to be as casual and possible as you slipped that in there.

"i guess?" he said from the floor. "it would sell it better, but we don't have to do anything,"

"m'kay," you said simply, trying not to start hyperventilating.

that was the last thing you remember happening before you finally drifted off to sleep. richie had absorbed all your energy- and for once, you were thankful.

~

"y/n!" you heard as you felt your body being shaken. "y/n, come on! we slept through the alarm!"

"what?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyelids with your fingers. you glanced up at the clock, and instantly felt a pulse of energy run through you. "oh shit, richie, it's 7:45!"

"i know, we have to go!"

the two of you jumped out of your window,running down the street as fast as you could, praying that both of your parents would be sleeping in.

you reached his house, circling around the back to his the closest window that led into his bedroom. you bent down, letting him climb up on your shoulders so that he was tall enough to reach the window.

"lift me higher!" he yelled, stretching his arms up and grabbing the window ledge. "i don't have enough upper-body strength to get my legs through!"

"i'm trying!" you snapped back, pushing the boy upward.

"i got it, i got it!" richie squealed. he now had one leg through the window, and no longer needed your shoulders to stand on.

you pulled away from under him, watching him climb into his bedroom. everything was going according to-

"richard tozier!" a woman's voice suddenly boomed. you hurriedly ducked down under richie's window, praying she hadn't already seen you.

"h-hi mom..." you heard richie wimper. he always made fun of bill's stutter, but look where he was now.

"where have you been all night?" mrs. tozier shrieked. "i come in here at 1am after hearing the window open, worried sick! i thought you'd been kidnapped! and then i check in the garage, of course, because it hit me- maggie, your son isn't exactly a little angel- and your bike is gone!"

fuck. richie had left his bike at your house. you were just about to run off and get it for him, when mrs. tozier started again.

"and don't think i didn't hear you talking to that little friend of yours, whoever is standing outside my house! who is that down there, anyway? the little kaspbrak child? oh, i'll have a word with his mother, alright,"

without warning, mrs. tozier appeared at the window, staring down at you.

"it's a- richie is this? ugh," in an instant the woman disappeared through the window.

"ow, ow, ow, ma you're hurting me!" you heard richie whine.

you were left alone outside for a good two minutes. you stood there, contemplating whether or not you should walk away.

mrs. tozier didn't know your mother, and richie would never rat you out. as annoying as that boy was, he was a loyal friend. you could get off scott free.

as you thought though, you heard richie's front door open. "you, girl!" richie's mother said, in a slightly softer voice than she'd used with her son. "come here,"

she gestured for you to come over and opened her front door. there was no escaping now.

you hung your head and walked over. the entrance of the tozier home led into a sitting room.

richie was planted on a couch, hunched over and staring at the floor, a blank expression dawning his face.

you moved to sit on a different chair, but richie's mother entered close behind you, taking that seat before you could get to it.

"sit," she motioned towards richie, so you sat next to him. "now i'll make this quick, in case you can get off free with your parents,"

you and richie glanced at each other, confused. "you're my son's girlfriend, yes?"

you pried your eyes away from richie's to look at his mother. "yes ma'am," you answered her, keeping up your and richie's lie.

"alright," mrs. tozier sighed. "i won't ask any further questions. all i want to know is what you were doing last night? and for the live of god, richie, where is your bike?"

"well, you see, ma, y/n and i met up over at the uh..." he stopped. 

the two of you made eye contact and you knew he'd just stopped himself from saying 'kissing bridge'.

"we met up by the park...." he glanced over at you, making sure you were following his story. "and we... fed the ducks,"

"oh, richie that's lovely!" his mother cried, placing a hand on her heart. "now tell me the truth."

like mother like son, you thought. mrs. tozier was like a grown-up, female version of her son, in almost every respect.

"alright. we didn't feed the ducks. we rode our bikes around town, and picked flowers," at this, you elbowed richie in his side, trying not to let his mother see. "ow!"

"it’s okay, richie, just stop lying! i won't get mad!" his mother pleaded.

he met your angry gaze. "i guess maybe i should tell the truth, huh?" he said to you.

"really, tozier?!" you rested your head in your hands in frustration. "now? now you listen to me?"

"alright, y/n, since richie seems to be fixed on lying, why don't you tell me what happened."

"he showed up at my window at one am, said he was bored and we talked for a while. then we fell asleep."

she raised her eyebrow at you explanation as well. "it's true," richie chimed in. "that's all that happened."

she looked doubtful, but she seemed satisfied. "alright," she stood. "you get home now, y/n. and bring richie's bike back when you get the chance,"

you smiled politely, waving goodbye. you winked at richie, before standing up and bolting through the door.

as you ran down the street, all you could do was hope your parents hadn't woken up yet; well, that and that no one had broken into your home. you and richie had left the window open.

you jumped into your room, using richie's bike as a hoist, and climbed into bed. fortunately, you were luckier than richie.

you pretended to be asleep as you heard your mother enter your room. "up and at 'em, y/n," she said.

you allowed your eyes to flutter open, giving your mother a smile.

this was going to be a good day.

#fictober19 #richie tozier #adult richie #it chapter one #it chapter ii #it chap 2 #it #it ch 2 #it chap 1 #it ch 1 #it ch two #it chapter two #it chapter 2 #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #bill hader #bill hader x reader #richard tozier #reddie #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x oc #richie tozier x fem!reader #richie x eddie #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie x richie #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard x y/n

[rosyerim]

fwb↠ lovers!yukhei

warnings; obvi sexual stuff, some cursing, 16++!!!

listen i am a HOE for lucas

but lbr so are u 

who isn’t like have you SEEN that man GOD

anywho letzgetit

lucas aka wong yukhei was one of your friends ever since u two got paired up for a presentation in college

super cocky when u approached him first 

u were like

“hi so will we go to yours ?”

he was like

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) oh we’re goin to mine huh? that fast u must want me bad( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)“

u just rolled ur eyes and was like

“listen here u damn TREE i meant so we could work on the presentation!!”

he’s like “yea sure whatever u say babe”

so u just rolled ur eyes again and was abt to leave before he grabbed ur hand and was like im jk!! gimme ur number so we can sort out a day

so u do bc i mean who wouldnt give lucas their number

when u get home u already have a message from him

“hey it’s lucas :)”

“lemme know what day suits u, im p much free all week!”

he actually wasn’t free all week but would have cancelled any plans for u in a heartbEAT 

little do u know, homeboy been lowkey crushin’ on you ever since he saw u strut into the same lecture room as him

then u tripped but thats BESIDes tHe poInT

u text back and are like

“i’m free tommorow if that suits u?”

you didn’t expect a text back so quick

you put your phone down for 00.02 seconds before

WHA-PING

its ya boi lucas double texting u

“yeah i’m free haha said i was free all week :)”

“that came off as kinda passive aggressive im sorry thats not what i meant??”

hehehe u just smile to ur self what a cutie

you set up to meet at the campus cafe the next day at like 2pm bc god knows ur ass won’t be up before 1pm

again once u put ur phone down thinking the convo was over

WHA-PING-DING

its lucas again 

“so..what are u doin rn? i’m just workin out haha :)”

wong yukhei rlly out here bein all fuckboyish and shit but u bein ur good, sin free self ignore the DEVILS calling and go do ur own things around the house

ignoring the WHA-PINGS

next day rolls around 

you’re at the cafe like 10 mins early because u didn’t want to b late 

and woahh whose already sitting inside at the corner table w two chairs??

and two steaming cups of coffee??

yeah u guessed it lucASS

looking fine as heLL in literally just a white hoodie??

you know THIS look

that whole ass look

okay stop staring at his beautiful self and go i n s i d e

bby boy does a lil jump of surprise when u walk up he was so immersed in his phone

he was not looking up “how to get someone to like u” fucjakjks

he’s all smiley and is like

“ (✿◠‿◠) i didn’t know what drink u liked so i just got u a coffee, hope its okay(✿◠‿◠)“

ssjdhsjd ofc its okay baby!!

u just nod and say you’ll pay next time

he gets a lil blushy bc your both gone meet up again aw

so you both start working, he has ideas so do you, so you both compromise and wow u two make a great team

at some point the convo turns from school to sharing drunk stories of ur friends

a few coffees & lots of laughing later u suddenly realize its gotten rlly late bc of how dark it is outside!!

cue lucas using this as an opportunity to be all suave & gentlemanly 

“wow it’s gotten late, i’ll walk you home!!” 

so ur both on course to ur apartment 

he tries to be that boy and put his jumper on u because he saw u shiver for 00.001 second

but ur like lol no thanks im not cold

the tips of ears go red & poor bby is embarrassed  so he goes all pouty :((

then u feel bad bc homeboy was jus tryna be nice :((

so u end up wrappin yourself up in it and now hes all :))

now ur all :))) too

when u get to ur apt he kinda awkwardly shuffles outside so u invite him inside so he can “warm up” before he leaves

and whooo did u two “warm up”

he takes a seat on ur sofa & is kinda mindlessly babbling as u put on some music and bring him over a warm drink 

so ur both just sittin there bbq sauce on ya titties

and then its like some sort of sudden tension arises??

he stops babbling and just stares at u 

u stare back, slowly putting down ur drink

then ur leaning in oh so s l o w l y

he places his big ass hand on the side of ur face, eyes hovering from ur lips to ur eyes, asking for permission 

you give him a lil nod and he s w o o p s the fuck in

his plump lips are soft, a lil chapped and the first kiss is tender, he pulls away after a few seconds

he looks at you thru half lidded eyes and oop you pulled him back to ya lips hehe

from there it escalates 

he leans back onto the sofa and pulls you ontop of him, in a straddling position

one of his hands moves from your face down to your waist holding u tightly against while the other is rubbing circles on the exposed skin below your shirt

his tongue pushes past your lips, to meet yours and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the ends

this elicits a deep ass groan outta him and he pulls back suddenly, tilting his head up towards you

you’re slightly panting as you take note of his swollen lips and slight blush dusting his cheeks

he notices the same things about you and smirks before your face back towards him

to ur slight disappointment it’s not as heated as before, just a lil soft kiss and hes pulling away again

ur like 

“<(｀^´)> why’d u stopp <(｀^´)>“

he just chuckles w his deeper than the ocean voice pinches ur cheek lightly

“because as much as i’d like to keep goin, it’s a bit too fast paced don’t you think?”

you flush again as u didn’t even think about what he was feeling and nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck

but the hypocrisy of this bOY

the next time u two meet up to “work on the project” u end up goin to his place and oop hes got u beneath him on his bed, both of ur shirts on the floor 

his mouth is set on marking your neck, collarbones while his hips are lightly grinding down on you, you feeling his bulge from beneath his tracksuit pants

you wrap you legs around him, pulling him even closer before flipping him over somehow

he’s a lil surprised as you take ur turn to pepper his neck and collarbones w love bites but he’s not complaining as u can tell from his quiet moans beneath you

you make your way lower on his body, stopping just before the waistband of his pants, looking up at him

“can i?”

u ask him first because consent is important kids

he nods so fast ur afraid his head is gona pop off 

you pull his pants & underwear down and wha-ping there he is

you grasp him at the base and lucas throws his head back, almost banging it off his headboard but does he care? nope.

so after ya know, suck the soul out of him

homeboy needs a phat minute to get his breath back

but ur pulling ur top back on, ready to go bc u felt like he woulda kicked u out but nOPE

the second he catches u ready to leave, he grabs u and pulls u back down onto the bed w him

ur like??? but in a good way

he ends up peppering ur face w lots of kisses and u gigglin bc aw

but then the kisses end up getting more heated as he makes his way down ur body, ur shirt leaving u once again, as well as ur pants and oops ur underwear too??

he ends up giving back what he received :)))

after that night, you both agree to keep it casual

basically friends w benefits

lucas loves the idea 

at first

like the thought of him bein’ able to text you whenever he was horny and not block him? great. gettin’ the occasional nude from you during his classes and ending up hard for an hour? not the best, but he’ll take it.

bUT the sight of you coming down off your high that he gave you while still panting his name softly??? 100000% HERE for it

wearing his shirt as you tumble around his bedroom, your neck covered in lovebites from him leaves him 97% soft and 3% sorta kinda horny

but he wants to be able to text you abt how your day was or what you’re doing for the day him or just listen to you rant!! not just when he pops a boner or you’re in the mood

he also wants to experience holding you in his arms, filled with love and not lust, kisses that are just innocent instead of heated 

to wake up to your sleeping face, no matter how funny looking, in the morning instead of an cold, empty space in his bed

but lucas knows you won’t return his feelings so he does his best to hide them (read: fails miserably at hiding his feelings for you)

then you begin to notice subtle changes in his behavior 

he goes from choking you out w a dark look in his eyes to caressing your cheeks w heart eyes in 000.02 seconds

he gives you his shirt to keep even after you leave his apartment and insists on driving you home

he texts you pictures of cute puppies he saw on his way to college instead of his usual boxer pics 

safe to say, u knew wtf was up

but u didn’t want to sound conceited abt knowing lucas liked you, so you didn’t say anything

and you both kept up the facade of hiding your feelings for the other behind by taking your frustration out on each other, sexually

and it stays that way for a while, but lucas was becoming more agitated each night you left and vice versa

until he broke the unspoken rule

neither of you had stayed overnight at the others for fear of having to deal with the truth of your emotions in the morning

but that night as you lay beside him, breathing heavily, the thin covers barely covering your naked bodies, he slipped his hand into yours and pulled you close

and you both lay there for a while, content in each other embraces, listening to each others heartbeats

then, you shifted to move away, to leave another night of unspoken feelings for another day

but he pulled you back and whispered, “stay”

you knew what that meant, you thought it over in your head

if you stayed, you would wake up and finally face the music, finally talk about how much you’ve fallen for him

how much you want to give him kisses all over his face to make him laugh

how you want to go on cute little cafe dates and study dates and dinner dates and basically every kind of date with him

how you want to introduce him to your family as not just your friend, but your boyfriend, your lover

a few moments passed

lucas’ forehead creased slightly in worry

he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles

mumbled a soft “please”

you took a deep breath 

and relaxed against him, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you let sleep overcome you

missing how lucas’ eyes literally shone as he looked down on you

“finally” he whispered against the crown of your head as he placed a kiss there, his grin almost splitting his face in half

he sent a bunch of keyboard smashes into the nct gc later bc he was so happy sjdksjd

and thats how you and wong yukhei fell in love

he also still gets butterflies every time he sees you and screams internally every time u kiss him fucjskjd <33

le fin♡ 

this is my first bullet scenario, hope it was okay (〃▽〃)

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct headcanons #nct imagines #wong yukhei #lucas #lucas headcanons #wong yukhei imagine #lucas imagines

[velvet-roads]

Like A Virgin: Chapter 25

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13:  Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: Chapter 23: Chapter 24:

Warnings: nothing.

Word Count: Who Cares?

Outfit:

Music: Call Me by Shinedown and Scars by I Prevail

      “Ok, all fun and games aside, we need to find a place to stay tonight. Camping or motel?” You asked taking another large bite out of your 4th slice of pizza. Crowley watched astounded as you ate. “What?” You sheepishly asked with your mouth full. 

      “Where, the devil do you put it all?” His eyes scanned you up and down, looking at your curvy, and toned features. Sam and Dean chuckled because they have ruminated on the same thought more than once.  

      “Camping is not an option.” Sam said, getting back to your original question. There was several motels and hotels fairly close. Monroe was home to the Evergreen state fair so, there were ample places to stay. Pulling out your phone, you googled motels close to the hunting grounds you were going to be trudging through relatively soon. As far as proximity went, your options were to stay in Monroe or a place called Gold Bar. Just the name of the town, Gold Bar, brought images of the movie Deliverance to mind. Dean shared your thoughts when he saw the alternatives to the little town you were now in. Monroe wasn’t have bad, better than the boondocks.  

      The boys paid for the food and left a decent tip for the waitress. Exiting the pub, you noticed that there was a guns and ammo store right next door. That was one of the nice things about red neck towns, shopping was always convenient for hunters. 

      “How’re we doing?” You asked, using your thumb to gesture to the sign of the shop. The boys decided that in this situation, since yo didn’t really know what was going to even damage the Alpha, that this was not a less is more hunting trip. After about 20 minutes, you had managed to buy all of the extra ammo you would need. Sam and you then had to spend the next five minutes trying to get Dean out of the store without a “new toy”.  

      It was getting close to 2pm and the Washington rain was really beginning to show. Getting into the motel and cozying up was sounding extremely satisfying, too bad the reading material you had for this occasion was anything but relaxing. 

       The car ride was pleasant and almost felt normal. Crowley even seemed to be enjoying riding in the back with you, having him as a hunting partner almost felt normal. 

       “Got an air leak?” Dean quipped, sarcastically as Crowley let out an exasperated breath. Crowley and Dean’s banter was so childish at some points that you half expected the demon to stick his tongue out at the back of Dean’s head. Instead he just ignored Dean all together. 

       “I’m being summoned.” As he spoke he took both of your hands. The feeling of his warm palms on yours gave you small flutters. “I will be back as soon as I can, love.” His last word was punctuated with a kiss that was less of a good bye and more of a promise that he would come back. Before breaking the kiss, he just vanished and to your surprise without him next to you, a slight red glow began emanating for your necklace. A beacon calling him back to you.  

       Finally, making your way to the motel, you weren’t surprised or disappointed with what you saw. The Monroe Motel was not imaginative and the rooms were as simple as the name. Since you didn’t have a clue when Crowley was going to be returning, you guys decided on sharing a room. The office where you checked in was a house that had been converted to a certain degree. You could tell whoever managed the few rooms lived in the back half and upstairs of the place and left the front have for work. At the front doors there was two vending machines. The Coke machine looked relatively new to this particular building but was in no way actually new. The vending machine was not so appealing, It had most defiantly seen better days. The sight of it made you question exactly how long some of those snacks had actually been sitting in there.  

       After getting your keys, one for the boys and one for you, you headed across the small parking lot to the long rectangular building with several evenly spaced forest green doors at the front. The place looked like it had had some sort of recent face lift, well, maybe not a facelift but at least real estate Botox. 

       The inside was just as underwhelming as the outside, however it was clean. There was a tiny mini fridge with its lovely 70s style faux wood panel front, two queen beads with matching red and tan floral bead spreads, faux wood paneled walls, and a small bathroom with a standard tub and shower and a single stand sink. The place wasn’t much but it most defiantly was not the worst place you guys had stayed in.  

      Dropping your duffle bag on the bed, you immediately started fishing for more relaxing and dry clothes. When you opened your bag you were once again greeted with one of Crowley’s little notes. 

                  Thought you could uses these until I return. ~C. 

       On top of your extra hunting shirt and jeans there was a black satin bag, about the size of a pillow case. Tied around the middle was a red satin ribbon holding it closed. You didn’t say a word, all you did was smile and sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the gift in front of you.  

       Sam and Dean had gone back outside to get the rest of there things from the Impala while you were looking in your bag. When they came back they saw you sitting on your bed holding the peculiar package. As you stared, your smile faded and tears began to form in the corners of your eyes.  

       “Y/N?” Sam asked gingerly, but you didn’t hear him. You were lost in your own jumble of emotions. Knowing that you had a man that loved you made your heart feel light, like it could float away. However, the possible casualties that could be waiting for you in the next 24 hours kept that light heart tethered by a rope of fear. It was in this moment that you realized how scared you were to face this particular monster. You all almost ended up dead on the last hunt involving these bastards. The thought of losing Sam, Dean, or the only man you have ever really loved was too much for you to process at one time.  

       Dean was now sitting on the bed across from you just watching you cry, he was at a loss for what to do. Sam crouched down in front of you and carefully reached his hand up and touched your shoulder. You jumped slightly as he pulled you out of your emotional daze.  

        “Y/Nickname, what’s wrong?” He asked staring at the package in your hand and then back at you. You could tell that he was trying to decipher what had made you cry and he was coming up empty.  

      “Nothing and everything.” You responded with a small sob. Dean moved next to you on the bed, making you slide next to him as he sat, his weight making you shift. He lifted your chin so you would look at him, and then began to dry your tears with his thumb. 

      “I am afraid we are going to need a bit more than that, sweetheart.” He said giving you a small smile. For a moment time and space stood still at you stared into the eyes of your brothers, your saviors, and your best friends. The crushing weight of your fears finally hit you and you crumbled in Dean’s arms sobbing. Your older brother healed you tight whispering that it was going to be ok, while your other brother lay his head on your knee and held your hand. Both of them waiting to hear why your are so upset.  

      “I’m so scared.” You whispered, giving them some sort of understanding. Sam gave your hand a good squeeze. 

      “Hey, what are you so afraid of?” He asked. You knew he understood what you were afraid of, but you also knew he wanted you to say it out loud so you could face it.  

       “I am afraid of losing everything, you guys or Crowley. I know you guys don’t understand why I care about him so much but I do. I love him.” You looked into the tender faces of your brothers and you could see that the same fear had crossed their minds as well. They didn’t want to lose anything either. 

       “Y/N, no matter what happens tomorrow it will be ok. You are a Winchester, right?” Dean grabbed a tissue off the night stand as he spoke and then proceeded to dry your eyes. Sam pulled the package out of your lap and placed it on the other bed so he could grab both your hands.  

      “Right?” Sam asked, mirroring his brothers question and giving both of your hands a squeeze.  

      “Right…” your trailed off and sniffled. You were actually beginning to feel glad the Crowley wasn’t there to see you in your blubbering state. Puffy eyes and a runny nose are anything but sexy.  

       “Good,” Dean said, making you look at him, “Winchester’s don’t run away from fear, we kick it’s ass.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Dean’s words. They sounded like a speech that a high school football coach would be giving his team at half time. However, you knew he was right, staying afraid wasn’t going to get you anywhere. As a thank you, you threw your arms around Dean’s neck and mumbled “get in here Sam.” After that, the three of you were engrossed in a giant bear hug.  

      When you broke the hug, Dean went to the mini fridge to grab you all a beer and  Sam moved to the bed across from you and picked up the package.      

       “From Crowley?” He asked even though he knew the answer, the wrapping was a dead giveaway.  “Yeah,” You nodded and began to untie the ribbon. Carefully dumping the contenders out on your bed, love filled laughter began bubbling up inside you. He had left you a couple packages of your Chamomile lavender tea, a cozy thermal pajama set in a dark green plaid, a pair of brown slip on slippers with Sherpa lining, and lastly your signed copy of the book you two shared. You started to cry again, only this time they were tears of love and joy. 

       “Rain check on the beer.” You said with a tearful smile, as you handed Dean the bottle he had placed on your night stand. The day had been full of emotions for you, anger, joy, fear, love, and pain. A shower was defiantly in order. There was hope that it would wash off the day so you could focus on what needed to be done, and thanks to Crowley you were actually going to be able to relax a bit.  

       You told the boys that you were going to take a shower and you grabbed your new pajamas and headed to the small bathroom. While you were gone the boys finished situating the room and who was sleeping where. In the small hotel rooms that only had two beds you usually slept in the same bed as Sam, Dean tended to be a cuddler, some times it got awkward.  

       The hot water from your shower was calming and it helped give you some perspective. The most important thing to focus on now was taking down the Alpha, all of you, together. 15 minutes later you turned off the shower and took your hair out of the bun you had placed it in to keep it from getting wet. Slipping into the new pajamas made you feel warm and safe, though it was the slight smell of burnt matches, Crowley’s scent that made you feel that way. After this hunt, that was something you were never going to take for granted.

       When you emerged from the bathroom the boys were in their usual places. Dean sitting on the bed, his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him, one crossed over the other while he read a lore book. Sam was sitting at the table, his fingers in his hair holding some of it back while he read another book and his notes he had taken on dragons. Both of them looked up at you wen they heard the door open.  

       “Better?” Sam asked, knowing that you needed the shower to get yourself back together. You gave him a small nod and headed to the tiny coffee maker that was standard with all places you stayed in. Grabbing one of the small Styrofoam cups, you filled the machine with enough water for a cup of tea. When the boiling water hit the bag it released the sweet and relaxing aroma of lavender and chamomile. You took your cup to the bedside table and set it down, watching the steam for just a second play in the glow of the motel lamp. Snapping yourself out of the small trance, you walked over to the table where Sam sat.  

       “Are we looking for anything specific?” You asked as you peered over his boulder to see what he was reading about. He was going over his notes on Alphas. Throughout the boy’s hunts they had found that some monsters, even alphas could be taken out by the colt, some but not all. Crowley had killed the Alpha shapeshifter with an iridium blade, and Castiel had smote whomever was left while he was playing God.  Unfortunately this did not leave you guys with many options on what weapons to use. The sword forged in dragons blood was the only thing that you guys had definite knowledge of working on the dragons.  

       Sam handed you the books that he was going over and another stack of notes, “Anything that will help.” His words were not ones full of hope. This case was more than difficult. While you went through the books and research with Dean, Sam switched to going over the maps of the area and plotting the best places to hike in the morning on his laptop.   

        Meanwhile, in hell, Crowley was dealing with his own complications and chaos. It had been his right hand man, Joshua who had summoned him. The issue at the crossroads was still not resolved and another demon had been killed. Since no one was coming up with any answers for him, Crowley decided to do some investigating on his own. After several hours of teleporting, interrogating, and giving the choice between death and answers, he had finally found out how they died. Someone was finding the bones of the original demons body and burning them, a technique Sam and Dean and attempted to use on him before and one he new Bobby Singer had success with.  

       He knew it wasn’t you nor the boys, so finding what hunter is causing him so much trouble was going to be a pain of moral proportions. Crowley had no care for humans, minus you and the boys. However, he knew that if he killed another hunter and it had gotten back to you three that it would be an emotional issue. Something he did not want to deal with. Keeping the hero’s in plaid at bay was more important that ridding the world of another hunter. Besides, everyone always wants something, making a deal was more the King’s style anyways.  

       As he sat in the throne room he contemplating how he was going to solve his problem, Joshua approached.  

      “Shall I rally a search party for the hunter responsible, your grace?” Joshua’s question sounded rehearsed. Crowley knowing his feelings for you, and knowing you were safe at the moment gave him the space to think clearly and notice small details around him.  

      “No, I have another plan.” Crowley eyed the demon before him skeptically, trying to read his body language.  

       “Might I ask what your plan is, sire?” It wasn’t uncommon for his people to ask him questions about his plans or motives. When he took the throne He was left with a lump of un molded clay that he had successfully turned into a well oiled machine. The demons he now ruled were not used to order, rules, and plans. However, in this instance the question made him bristle. Joshua was usually one of compliance and in some cases out right obedience.  

      “Forgive me. I was merely curious.” Joshua gave a slight bow and turned to leave. Gathering his coat off of the arm of the throne, Crowley stood to leave. Before he vanished he called to Joshua in a manor that caused the demon to jump, asserting his dominance over his subordinates. 

       “I will be back with in the next day, once this alpha is taken care of I will take care of the hunter responsible. If I find out that anyone has gone after him without my consent, they will meet the same fate as the other five demons.” As he spoke the full extent of his demon power, red eyes included, rolled in waves through the room. Joshua was barely able to choke out a “yes, sire” before the King vanished. It was after 2 in the morning and all the king wanted at this moment was time with his human.  

       It felt like you guys had been going over research for days but it had only been a mere few hours. By midnight the three of you were all starting to go cross eyed.  

      In a frustrated growl Dean threw one of the lore book across the room. “I haven’t found squat.” He crossed his arms over his chest, like he had done so many times before when he was angry or irritated.  

       “Nope, nothing.” Sam said shoving his work away. He turned towards you and Dean. The three of you sat in silent frustration while you contemplated your next move.  

      “How many bullets do we have left?” Dean asked with a husky and tired voice. He had his eyes closed and was leaning back against the wall. You could tell that if he relaxed at all he was going to fall asleep immediately. 

      “Not many.” You replied with a yawn, as you stretched out across the bed. Your head now at the foot of the bed, you looked up and saw Sam blankly staring at the floor. He was just as tired as is brother.  You cleared your throat to get Sam’s attention. Shaking his head and clearing the fog in his mind, he looked at you with a smile. However, it wasn’t happiness that lined his lips, it was tension from being worried.  

      “Why don’t we sleep on it? I mean we have read everything over and over with no luck, what else could we do?” You asked with your head in your hands. You wanted to be more worried than you were but couldn’t seem to muster anything.   

       “Not much else we can do.” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders and putting away some of the books that he had just been pouring over.  

      “Maybe your, boyfriend,” Dean wrinkled his nose at the word, “could actually lend a hand.” As Dean rose from the bed you hid your face so he could not see the smile that appeared when he called Crowley your boyfriend. It sounded so high school but it felt so nice. 

      All of you needed some time to wined down and forget the stress before sleeping. Sam opened up his laptop and popped in his headphones to enjoy the most recent episode of Game of Thrones, Dean went to the bathroom to take a suspiciously long shower, and you pulled your signed copy of Crazy For You off of the night stand. Snuggling down in the blankets you slowly opened the book, enjoying the still new crackle of the binding. The last thing you remembered was reading about Quinn and her new life adventure before you had drifted off to sleep.  

       Dean emerged from the bathroom, his tension displaced for the time being. He stopped at the small desk where Sam was sitting. Using his elbow he got his brothers attention and Dean placed a finger over his lips. Looking around his brother, Sam noticed that you were fast asleep. They both grinned because you had only been reading for about twenty minutes before your body just gave up. Sam went back to his show, while Dean plopped himself in the chair and put head phones on. While he bobbed his head to whatever classic rock he was into at the time, he enjoyed a new car magazine he picked up at some point on the drive to Monroe.  

      Sam had made it about half way through his second episode when he heard a faint whimpering past his head phones. Hitting pause, he noticed it was you. Focusing his attention on the bed next to him, he noticed you were still asleep but now there was nothing sound about it. You were having a nightmare. Sam removed his head phones and  came to sit at your bedside. Dean pulled out one of his earbuds when he saw Sam moving towards your sleeping form. In response his brother mouthed “nightmare” and jerked his head in your direction.  

      You lay there in your sleep crying and twitching. It didn’t look like much on the outside but in your head you were terrified. You were dreaming about the possible fight with the Alpha and in your dream you were all losing. Sam had a broken arm, Dean was laying injured on the ground of the dark tunnel, you were covered head to toe in blood and it wasn’t your own. Crowley’s body was now laying in front of you in pieces, his blood covering you. You screamed out his name in your head but to Sam and Dean it was just a whimper. The tears had begun to mat you hair and your brothers were becoming concerned with how to wake you. 

      Before they had a chance, you shot out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The imaged of your loves body destroyed and broken were still fresh and the rest of you couldn’t handle it. From the other side of the door Sam and Dean listened to you throw up and cry some more. After a gruesome fifteen minutes, you had managed to compose your self and brush your teeth.  Four eyes greeted your sweat and tear stained face when you opened the door.  

       Sam had placed himself on one side of the bed you were going to share and pulled back the covers for you. You knew after that nightmare you were not going to be able to sleep alone.  As you snuggled into Sam’s arms, Dean brought over the laptop and placed it at the foot of the bed and he went back to his tunes and magazine.  Not wanting to play any gore after your episode, Sam opted for the second Lord of The Rings movie. The two of you had had more than one Tolkien marathon together. About the time Faramir discovers Frodo has the ring, you had fallen back asleep with Sam’s protective arm around you.  

      You hadn’t been asleep for long when Crowley appeared in the motel room, the necklace calling him back to you. However, the sight he was greeted with was anything less than pleasant. Seeing you safe, warm, and asleep in the arms of Sam Winchester was enough to make his blood boil. Leaving the moving playing, Sam placed a finger over is lips to shush Crowley. Both brothers could see that he wasn’t happy. 

      “Get your meat gobs off of her.” Crowley spat in a whisper. Dean and Sam could feel him let out some of his demon power as he spoke. 

      “Oh would you keep it in your pants.” Dean quietly grumbled as he removed his head phones. “She had a pretty bad nightmare and couldn’t get back to sleep.” Crowley looked at Sam from confirmation. Sam gave him a small nod and carefully scooted out of the bed, leaving you lying in the middle still asleep. Crowley walked over and sat at your side, carful to not disturb you. It was then that he could see your swollen eyes and the slight dampness in your hair from the tears. He placed a large, warm hand on your face and instinctually you snuggled into it but didn’t wake. He slowly and silently stood and walked over to the small clothing rack that hung on the wall next to the bathroom. Removing his overcoat, he turned to the boys, his face saddened that it was not him that took care of you.  

      “Is she all right?” As he spoke his eyes never left your sleeping form.  

      “Yeah, she seems fine now but it was pretty bad.” Dean spoke up, leaning against the wall near Crowley. “We could hear her crying and she said your name. The next thing we know she is wide awake booking it to the bathroom to hurl.” Dean was looking at you too as he spoke. He didn’t have to guess what made you want to puke, in your line of work it was only ever losing some one you cared about that could get to you like that.  

       To Sam and Dean’s surprise Crowley removed his shoes, scooting against the wall under his now hanging jacket, and he unbuttoned the top few buttons of the black dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves.  

      “Making yourself comfortable?” Sam asked with a hushed tone and raised eyebrow.  Crowley moved towards your bed as he answered. 

       “As a matter of fact, I am. Moose, I hope you like to snuggle.” Before Dean could give any kind of protest Crowley removed Sam’s laptop from your bed and put it on the one opposite, then he placed himself where Sam had been. The boys both rolled their eyes and rock, paper, scissored for who got the sofa. Naturally, Dean lost and bitterly stole the top blanket off Sam’s bed to sleep with. Sam, slightly more satisfied than Dean, crawled into bed as well. With a faint click, the room was plunged into darkness and everyone attempted to sleep.  

         Crowley scooted you down slightly so you could lay in a comfortable position, one that wasn’t going to give you a kink on your neck in the morning. The movement made you wake slightly. Smelling expensive cologne and the sulfur of a fresh match made you relax again. You weren’t sure if he was really there or if you were reliving a memory, but either way you decided to enjoy it. Snuggling close you fell into a more peaceful sleep than before. Crowley lay his head on top if yours, listening to your slow steady breaths. It was in that moment that he came to the full realization of how much he had in his arms, and how much he had to lose.  

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