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mondscheinprinzessin · 3 years

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drunken tattoos

This post discussing Olli’s not visible BC tattoo didn’t leave my mind and I just had to write something stupid. So here are Joonas and Olli making a pact to get the BC logo tattooed on their asses.

I am dedicating this dumbassery to @drippinlou and @dream-thieves

(also pls don’t get a tattoo while drunk)

Playing in front of more than a hundred people was more exhilarating than Olli could've ever expected. The way they swayed and jumped to their music, sang along to the words and made them feel like the biggest band walking on earth.

It had to be celebrated. Selling that many tickets was a new high in their band life and it was steady but surely going uphill for them. Soon it was no more playing in shady bars and dirty clubs, they could get a bigger stage and invest in equipment.

Olli wanted to ride on that high forever, the beers he had downed helping him to keep him afloat on a cloud of adrenaline, excitement, and blissful joy. The wide smile on his face had been there for the last hour or so, but Olli couldn’t stop. Seeing his bandmates in each other’s arms and screaming to a Britney Spears Remix currently playing in the club would remain as a picture forever saved in his memories.

Joonas hooked arms with him and pressed a cocktail in his hands with the command to drink it up. And who was Olli to refuse such a charming smile on his fellow guitarist.

Not long after -or was it, Olli couldn’t tell- the both of them found themselves in the alley outside the club, still swaying to the music that could be heard through the open doors. They passed a few smokers that gave them disapproving stares but Olli couldn’t care less. He was having the time of his life.

Passing a corner Joonas suddenly stopped in his tracks, regarding him with wide eyes.

“What?” Olli asked, confused. “Don’t tell me you have to puke, go somewhere else for that.” Already on the move to march forward, Olli was once again held back by Joonas by a tug on his hand.

“No, I have an amazing idea.” He told him with shining eyes, the mischief was clear as day, but that was normal with Joonas and didn’t worry him.

When nothing else came Olli motioned with his hand to continue, looking at him expectantly. Now he wanted to know. The night was too early to kill off and he was in the mood for an adventure, which was guaranteed to happen with a drunken Joonas in company.

“Oh right.” Joonas said as if he had forgotten he was in the middle of explaining. “Tattoos!”

“Tattoos?”

“Yes, tattoos! We always wanted our band logo tattooed, don’t you remember?”

“Of course I remember.” Olli defended himself. “I’m not that drunk.” He said and promptly stumbled over his own foot, holding himself up by the wall next to him.

A giggling came from behind, but Olli found it funny enough to join in, already forgetting what reason Joonas had to laugh.

“Let’s do it now.”

Lifting his head, getting dizzy from the abrupt movement, he looked at Joonas, thinking hard about what they were talking about. “Huh?”

“The tattoo.” Joonas said urgently like it was the most important thing on earth right now. And...it kind of was in Olli’s opinion. Tattoos sounded great. He wanted one.

“Now?” he asked to be sure he understood the plan.

“Of course now. Now is the best time.”

Olli agreed and nodded with his head more forcefully than it was necessary, the world once again hiding behind a blurriness that he was unable to blink away.

“But we can do one better. Let’s make a pact!”

“A pact?” Olli felt like he was only asking questions this evening, his brain slowed down and unable to process any information Joonas threw his way.

Hitting him square over the chest Joonas grinned at him. “Dude, how drunk are you, keep up. A pact between brothers.”

Olli hummed and grabbed Joonas by the shoulders to pull him into a hug, simultaneously tousling his hair. They almost fell over from the force but Joonas was able to keep them upright.

“You’re the bestest brother.” Olli said and squeezed tighter, Joonas only chuckling into his shoulder, the sound loud in his ear but enough to raise his spirits even higher. The fun that came out of forming a band with his friends and touring together was the greatest thing in his life, enjoying the close bond they had and right now he had the most awesome fun ever.

Joonas weaseled his way out of his grip and jumped on his back instead, giving Olli only seconds to take a hold of his legs but they managed, going forward on wobbly knees and in a zigzag course, only swerving around a lamppost last second and when Joonas pulled his hair in the direction they were headed to.

Picking up from where they left off, Joonas said, “So, from brother to brother I say let’s put it on our ass.”

Coming to a halt, Olli tried to understand the strings of words and especially the combination of tattoo and ass in one sentence.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could stop.” Joonas let out and wiggled with his legs till Olli got the memo and started walking again. More or less.

“Why on our ass?”

“Uh...because that’s funny? And like the greatest idea ever. And funny.” He said as if it was obvious. Which- yeah okay Olli could see behind it. It was pretty funny. Hilarious even. Why didn’t they think of it before? Might be the greatest idea Joonas ever had. Or the one they could remember.

“It is.”

“Then onward my fair steed” Joonas said and began giggling again when Olli picked up speed and Joonas was swaying on his back like a ship on the high sea. It was a miracle they didn’t crash and kept lying in a ditch, waiting to be found by their bandmates in the morning.

Somehow, they managed to find their destination, or more like a random tattoo parlour that was mysteriously open at this hour. But why should they care as long as they would finally get their tattoos.

They wandered inside (Joonas by his side instead of his back), greeting the woman behind the counter who had a boring expression on her face. She raised an eyebrow, eying them from top to bottom but didn’t comment on their state.

When asked what she can do for them they simply said ass tattoo. That should cover all information needed.

The woman called for a Sarah and a blonde woman emerged from a room, waving Joonas over who had a flirty smile already on his face. Always ready to play with his charms. Who knows what could come out of this.

Olli eyed the woman, whose name he still didn’t know, but followed her willingly into another room, losing sight of Joonas. They would see each other soon enough. With a little extra on their bodies.

He laid down as instructed, his pants off over a chair and his underwear pulled down to bare his butt for everyone to see. Without the alcohol he may have been blushing more over the fact he was showing himself off so freely, but he couldn’t see what the woman was doing anyway.

He had given her the flyer of tonight's concert so she had a template for the tattoo, and it wasn’t like it was a big one, he would cope.

The first lines of the needle hurt nevertheless and reached his mind even in his drunken state, the alcohol only doing so much to fight back on the pain. After a while though the buzzing only made him tired, having to suppress the urge to close his eyes and just fall asleep.

He contemplated over doing just that when the woman swatted over his cheek not currently sporting a tattoo and that helped him getting awake again. He practically jumped up, refraining from pulling up his underwear as she needed to get over the aftercare stuff but then he was free to go.

He stumbled over the threshold into the colder night air, the alcohol level noticeably lower but not enough to keep his head from spinning. He could hardly make out Joonas leaned against the lamppost across from him, but that stupid hat was indicator enough it was his friend standing there and not some stranger with striking similarity.

Joonas put out his cigarette when Olli came closer. “Well, how was it?”

“Not liking getting my ass spanked but other than that I’m fine.”

Joonas let out a loud laugh from deep in his chest, probably waking every sleeping person in the street. “Sounds like you had a good time. Show me?”

“Are you stupid? Not here. I don’t want to get arrested for public nuisance.” Olli said and shoved Joonas away when he made grabby hands towards his belt. He was definitely not getting naked here.

“Tease.” Joonas whined disappointed. “Oh! But let me show you mine.”

“Joonas, no. I don’t wanna see your ass now either. Besides, we got the same motive?”

But Joonas didn’t make a move to open his pants, no, he only shoved his hand into his face, making him crosseyed.

Grabbing the hand waving before his eyes, he tried to focus. “Joonas, what? Hey! What is this?”

There was clearly a diamond shaped thing on the back of his hand, that suspiciously looked like their band logo, and then it dawned on him.

“There is one on your ass too, right? You didn’t make me do that alone? Right? Joonas?”

His questions fell on deaf ears though and there was only maniac laughter coming from Joonas, who upon seeing Olli’s eyes darken, got a good headstart and ran away before Olli could grab the hem of his jacket. Cursing, Olli could do nothing than follow Joonas and made sure they didn’t lose their way to the hotel and then he could wrestle him down long enough to tattoo that stupid thing on him on his own.

#I wrote his in an hour and didn't edit it #so sorry for mistakes #but I couldn't stop writing and just had to share it with you #blind channel #Olli Matela #Joonas Porko #my fic

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gurenscumrag · 3 years

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Summary: Xiao see’s that you’re hurt and takes the time to reassure you and tease you.

Word count: 1,285

Xiao Lemon

You breathed in, a large smile gracing your lips, fingers gripping the ceramic plate that held almond tofu. You were just outside the entrance to the top level of the Wangshuu Inn, excited to see the adepti that guarded the premises. The two of you had grown very close in a short amount of time, you would come bearing food and would sit down together, Xiao would happily eat, listening to you ramble on about your adventures and the things you had done while in Liyue. Although he would never say it outloud, your visits to him was one of the many happiness he indulged in the mortal world, but you’d never know this. Instead, he would listen quietly, making comments here and there, watching the sun set in and the stars start to make their appearance. It was utter bliss between you two.

“Xiaoooo,” you sang out, walking towards the slender man who turned to face you at the sound of your voice. You offered him the simple dish, taking your usual spot beside him, your legs swinging off the ledge, “Goddness, the hilichurls were awful today. They kept kicking my ass…”

Xiao hummed, the sound coming out soft and apologetic. Chopsticks bringing the firm tofu to his mouth, greedily gulping it down. You laid back, eyes focused on the dimming sky above you both, “It’s kinda been a good day, I haven’t done much, just a lot of running around and gathering materials for my sword. Damn thing needs so many lustrous stone.”

“You have the Serpent Spine, don’t you?”

You nodded at the comment, “Mmm, yeah, but I was able to ascend it to tier three.”

“That’s becoming a good weapon, treat it kindly.”

You smiled, Xiao had a sweet habit of personifying objects, “Of course, I’m giving her a break for the day. She needs a good cleaning too, I’ll do that before I sleep.”

Xiao, who had just finished his food set his plate aside, leaning back on his hands and studying your face.

Your eyes met and you gave the mermaid-ish man a bright smile, “Hey you.”

“Hello.”

“Anyone come to visit you?”

He let out a puff go air through his nostrils, “You know nobody does. Only a few even know I exist.”

“It never hurts to ask, ya know? Maybe someone will, I don’t wanna miss out on hearing about that” You countered, reaching a hand out to lightly trace your fingers over the green iridescent tattoos that decorated the beautiful man. He shivered slightly under your feathery touch, but didn’t move further from you. He trusted you, something that hadn’t come easy and had taken you both months to come to an understanding, but he was grateful for the trust and patience you had given him.

“I know,” Xiao almost whispered, “I wouldn’t keep it from you. I can assure you.”

You hummed in delight, turning your head a little to the side, the last of evening sun slowly disappearing. You were content, these were your moments of happiness. You honestly couldn’t remember what you use to do before Xiao appeared in your life, perhaps you just would trudge into some inn or tent and pass out from pure exhaustion. Sometimes you would walk all night, your legs burning and your lungs gasping for air after scaling mountains and almost dyi-

“What’s that?”

Xiao’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, you turned to gaze at him, expecting to meet a soft expression, but what you got was a cold stare. Xiao was starring at you as if you were a stranger to him and it sent a chill down your spine.

“W-What? What’s what?”

His eyes narrowed, reaching out with a hand and cupping your cheek. It kept you still despite how nervous you felt. This went way beyond the bounds Xiao was comfortable with, and you didn’t understand what was going on with him. His gaze was cold, his thumb stroking a small patch of your skin before he carefully pressed down, causing you to hiss out in pain.

“You’re hurt. What happened?” His voice was growing colder and more demanding.

“It’s nothing, Xiao.”

He clicked his tongue, scolding you firmly with the simple sound, “If it was nothing, then why does it go further down?” To prove his point Xiao trailed two fingers along the bruise, tracing the pulse point on your throat down to your visible collarbone. You thought he’d stop, spare you some dignity, but he didn’t. He pulled the top of your shirt downwards, almost exposing your nipples to him, nevertheless he exposed the large and dark bruise.

“Xiao,” you breathed softly, unsure what to say or even do, you’d be lying if you didn’t have countless nights dreaming about Xiao caressing and fucking you. He was attractive and a refreshing pleasure in your exhausting life, it manifested into feelings of admiration and almost love. To have his hands on you now, so close to your nipples that ached for his touch was overwhelming to say the least, “There’s this one hilichurl… Kinda looks like a giant rock creature… Someone needed help, they kept asking for me to save them, but I couldn’t beat him… I couldn’t save someone, they were stuck and I couldn’t kill the hilichurl. He got me too many times so I had to retreat.”

Xiao let go of your shirt, letting it fall haphazardly back on your skin. One of his hands coming to rest just above your head, he rested his weight on that hand and leaned forward. Your noses almost touching, his cold amber eyes bore into yours, “I told you to call me if you needed help.”

“I… I thought you were just saying that.”

“I meant it. I’m here to protect you. All of you.”

“But how can I call for you?”

“Say my name.”

Eyes widening, your cheeks flushing a bright red, “W-What?”

“Say my name, (y/n).”

“Xiao…” your voice came out breathy, shaky, and in a desperate whimper.

His golden eyes flickered down to watch your lips momentarily, a teasing smirk gracing his own brims at the sheer neediness in your voice, “I meant just generally. Say my name and I’ll hear it. I always do. Always.”

You stared flabbergasted and embarrassed. You wanted to run, to scream, to hide, but you were still trapped beneath Xiao, and then it dawned on you… He can hear his name anywhere?

“Oh…”

He hummed, smiling widely, showing off the sharp fangs in his mouth, “Yeah… Oh.”

“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand that you can hear that?!”

“I didn’t expect you to need my help, let alone moan it.”

“Xiao!?” You screeched, your cheeks an unearthly shade of red, bringing your hands to your face to hide your blush but you were stopped when Xiao grasped your wrists in his free hand

“I’m always here to help, (y/n).”

“…okay…”

“Now, about that hilichurl, don’t worry. If you remember where you left him, I’ll handle it.” You nodded quietly, still stuck under Xiao’s gaze and grip, so he continued, “Let’s get you to QiQi, okay? I’m sure the zombie can heal you up.”

Xiao pulled back, dropping your wrist from his grip. He stood easily and offered a hand to you which you graciously took. As you helped yourself up, mumbling, “I’m sorry, Xiao.”

“Whatever for?”

“Doing... that....”

He hummed, tapped a finger to his chin in an fake thought, “I’m not sorry for listening and watching you. Let’s go now.”

“What?! What do you mean watching me?! XIAO?!”

But Xiao had already sprinted inside, heading down the stairs and motioning you to follow him, all while you stared, mortified.

#genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #xiao #female reader #male reader #genderneutral reader #lemon #fluff #angst #smut #teasing #playfullyness

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h0neyjaehyun · 3 years

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☁︎ 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ☁︎

Summary // Its Tali's birthday and her brothers

Characters // Tali Flores + Miguel Flores (ft. NCT127+ Bang Chan + Karma Yoon + Song-ho + Allen.)

Era / Year // February 2017

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Italics // English

"Out of all days...you just had to pick our birthday to model." Tali said shaking her head.

Tali accepted her brothers invitation to model with him in February but didn't know it was going to be on their birthday. She had to leave early so the boys won't stop her from going. She had to tell her manager to tell Nct 127 manager to tell the members she had a schedule today so they won't worry cause they took her phone because of hate comments.(yes ofc we totally love that)

Miguel chuckled at her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Come on its been awhile and its been awhile since we have spent time together." He pointed out.

She rolled her eyes at him, but did have a point. His modeling career has been off the charts going to different countries to model at points she joins him but they haven't spent a lot of time together properly especially on birthdays, one always seems busy.

"Come on people lets get these twins changed we gotta start." The photographer shouted and people started to scramble.

She has forgotten how this type of modeling was like and its a lot work and longer too. Since usually its more like oh they get two outfits each 5 poses and only one place to stay go while this...this is multiple outfits, different changes, different makeup styles each and places changes.

She mentally groaned remembering all of this, since she sometimes modeled here and there with her brother since he wasn't yet comfortable with other people aka girls. She didn't mind at first but its been awhile since she did this.

After she came out of the dressing room with her outfit that people helped her put on, her brother clapped.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"You look great."

"Oh tha-"

"Cause you look just like me." He said with such confidence cutting her off. Tali gave him such a dirty look.

"What?" He said questioning her dirty look.

"Nevermind, I'm just wondering how I'm related to you." She said looking him up and down and walked out of the dressing room. Miguel looked at her with a disbelief look on his face thinking, I forgot how much of a bitch she can be.

While Tali was walking out her manager got gave her the phone. It was Doyoung. She answered.

"Hi Doyoung."

"Hi princess, happy birthday."

"Aw thank you."

"The guys are wondering where you are, we wanna celebrate your birthday."

"Oh.." She quickly looked back at her manager signaling her to come back over. She covered the mic quickly.

"Did you tell the manager to tell the members that I have a schedule?"

"Yeah?"

"Then why is Doyoung calling me where I am."

"Just tell him you are on a schedule all day."

Her manager waved off, Tali huffed and went back to the phone.

"Uh, I'm at a schedule right now sorry."

"I know, but we wanna come over and visit."

"Oh.... I don't know where we are I slept half way here, let me ask if-" She turned to see her brother shaking his head no, she frowned and mouthed okay.

"Sorry. I can't have visitors." She said glaring at Miguel.

"Oh, when can you come back home?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry." Tali said apologetically.

"Oh Tali don't be sorry, we should its your birthday."

"Oh don't worry, I'm not alone its okay I will hopefully see you tonight I have to go, tell the guys I said hi."

"Will do Tali." She ended the call with a pout and turned to her brother.

"Really, I can't bring them?"

"Nope, this is a brother and sister bonding time, its been awhile since we modeled together lets go lazy ass." He said dragging her to the set.

"Yeah yeah, Im comin."

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?" Doyoung turned to Mark.

"Can we come over?"

Doyoung shook his head, all the members excitement went down drastically.

"Why not?" Taeyong asked quite upset, he wanted to see Talia.

"I don't really know, she just said no visitors allowed." Doyoung slouched in the couch.

"What is she doing anyway?" Haechan whinned.

"She is modeling." Their manager walked in past them to get water.

"Why? She didn't have a schedule for modeling yet." Taeyong said checking her schedule on his phone since she shares it with him because she has different schedules than them its easy to keep track of her so he knows when she gets home.

"She doesn't have it down, it was a favor for a family member, she accepted but she didn't know it was on her birthday she will comeback later don't worry." He waving it off.

The members were taken aback she never talks about her family so never thought she would do something for them especially model.

"Why modeling?" Jaehyun asked his manager.

"Because one of the family members is a model and asked her to model with them, you will see it in Vogue." He said walking off to his room.

The members eyes went big, they didn't think she had a family member that modeled especially one for vogue.

"I wonder how attractive her family is, like think about it." Yuta reasoned.

Everyone nodded Tali was pretty, what about her family?

"Final one Tali you two get to go home!" The photographer said happily. Tali smiled and so did Miguel.

It was almost dark.

"Happy birthday asshole." Tali said putting him in head lock.

"Happy birthday bitch." As he was about to tackle her on the ground the heard someone clear their throat. They looked up to see four familiar faces.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here." Miguel said while Tali was releasing him from the head lock.

"To say happy brithday to you two idiots." Karma said hugging Talia then Miguel.

"Yeah, questionable why you guys are working on your birthday." Chan said hugging both of them in a tight hug.

"Ask Miguel he dragged me here." Tali said hugging Allen then Song-ho. Song-ho shook his head at her.

"Well, we all wanna hangout for your birthday tonight you two up for that." Allen asked.

"Yeah but what time?" Tali asked wondering if she needs to sneak out.

"Around 1am." Allen said checking his phone.

"Why so late, not that I don't mind honestly probably Tali needs a breather." Miguel said eyeing Tali.

"We are gonnna celebrate at the spot." Song-ho smiled widely with the rest aswell remembering all the memories from there.

"Looks like I'm sneaking out." Tali said with a huff.

"Ooh, like usually." Miguel teasingly messing up her hair.

"I came to drop you off aswell Tali." Chan said grabbing her bag.

"Thank youu~, see you guys later and Allen."

"Yeah?"

"Pick me up at the corner instead."

"Okay."

With that she left with Chan.

"So, you gonna sneak out?" "Yup."

"This reminds me of highschool when you used to sneak out, and you still get all A's, you amaze me Tali." Chan said shaking his head.

"Wow flattery will get you no where Chan." She snickered

"Ah wait don't pull that trick on me." Chan warned her while she laughed.

"Have fun Tali, while you still can."

"Is this why you are actually allowing this to happen?" She raised an eyebow at him.

"Of course, but you know our deal." He said eyeing her.

"Of course of course until I'm 19 or Korean age practically 18. But I can't get drunk either way neither can you, if we do....we will end up in bed with someone." She said eyeing him suspiciously as they got the front entrence to the apartment. He turned to her with a are you kidding me face.

"I have no-" "shhhh, you said that last time and you ended up like that." She cut him off getting out of the car.

"I hate you Tali!" He shouted

"Oh shut up you love me." She said walking in laughing.

She got on the elevator with relief. Just really thinking of all the things that happened in her life good and bad.

She got out of the elevator and went to the 127 dorm since she figured they wanted her there. She opened the door it was dark, she thought they all went to sleep which was her luck to get really until the lights turned on and saw the members.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TALIA" They all yelled running up to her and hugging the life out of her.

"Happy birthday Talia." Haechan said back hugging her.

"Aww thank you guys."

"LETS CELEBRATE!" Johnny yelled

It was now 12:30 she was back at the dream dorm everyone was asleep and when I'm mean everyone I mean everyone. After Tali showered she saw everyone passed out not one soul awake she didn't party that much as she needed to go.

As usually she managed to actually leave without anyone noticing running down the stairs, and out the door she left.

Running down the block she saw a black car with 2 people in it who seem like Allen and Song-ho waving at her to jump in...literally.

She ran and jumped over the door and in the back seat as Allen pushed the gas and went to the spot where everyone is waiting. She felt the breeze going through her hair she hasn't felt that in a while. They stopped at a construction site and went up the stairs to see cake, balloons and a fire.

"Finally, I want some cake." Karma said walking next to her looping her arm with hers and pulling her to the cake.

"Okay lets Gooooo."

"Happpy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Twins, Happy birthday to you."

They all sang. Then they both blew the candles.

"OKAY LETS EAT SOME CAKE." Allen yelled.

(Yes I know the bite for some people/ cultures, but Karma would kill them if they destroyed the cake.)

Song-ho, Karma, Allen and Miguel were drinking while Talia and Chan weren't.

"AY, why you guys not drinking, well Chan, I know why Tali is not." Allen asked quickly clarifying.

"Because I need to drive you and Tali home, and personally I would like to be conscious." Chan said matter a fact tone. Allen rolled his eyes at him so did the others.

"Come one lets go out I'm bored." Tali whined while pulling Chan.

"Okay okay, how about the park like we used too?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They were walking some airplaning down the street just goofing around. Tali sat on a swing with Allen looking at her.

"What is it?" Tali asked noticing him staring.

"....do you miss him?"

Tali was taken back.

"Yeah, yeah I do." She whispered but enough for him to hear, she knew who he was talking about.

"Wanna give him some flowers before we go any farther?"

Tali stopped swinging and thought about it for a moment.

"Sure its been awhile."

Allen smiled at her.

"HEY GUYS LETS GO VISIT 'HIM'!"

Everyone turned, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Everyone softened and smiled at the thought of visiting him.

"YEAH SURE." Karma yelled out loud walk towards them with Chan, Miguel and Song-ho.

"You think she is gonna be able to?" Karma whisper to the three boys before they reach Tali and Allen.

"Yeah...." Chan stopped for a second making Karma, Miguel and Song-ho look at him.

"She has to, if she wants to keep that promise."

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Dreams and Nightmares

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: covid fears, nerves, fluff

Request by anon: hi there! i think i saw that requests we’re open and was wondering if i could have a one-shot with jensen x 15ish daughter reader or (something akin to that), where jensen and the reader play a song together play Dust in the Wind together at a con or jensen and the family goes to watch the readers pop punk/punk rock concert? (she’s a guitarist) sorry if this was very oddly specific, i’m just kinda down about not being able to play any gigs right now.

Summary: You love playing guitar and touring with your band. this whole virus put an end to everything that gave you joy. This is the first date that you get to go back out there, and you’re nervous as hell. Luckily, you have your dad to get you through it.

Squares Filled: panic attack @badthingshappenbingo // first time @spndeanbingo // “Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” @spnquotebingo // dreams and nightmares @genprompt-bingo // first date @goodthingshappenbingo // free space @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

This whole virus took the entire world by storm. No one saw it coming, and no one expected it to get this far into 2020. This entire year has been a shitstorm, and what’s worse is that all your concert dates have been canceled for the remainder of the year. The only way they are coming back is if this virus goes away, and that’s not likely at all.

Playing guitar is something you’ve always been passionate about, and you learned everything you know from your dad. When he goes to conventions with Jared and Misha, he can’t wait to get his hands on a guitar and play in front of everyone. It’s a gift, and he likes to share it with anyone who is willing to listen.

When you got old enough, he let you come to conventions with him instead of staying at home with your mom and siblings. It was a fun change of environment, but when you got into that green room, it’s where it felt almost like home. All the instruments were in there, and whenever your dad wasn’t on stage, he’s let you play some of them and teach you.

When you got even older, he let you come on stage with him and play along with his songs. The crowd loved you, and that’s where your whole career started. Everyone loved you so much, you took that confidence and energy and used it to create your own band. Every band starts off rocky, but you’re actually shaping to be a really great one. You gradually moved from cover songs to writing your own.

Every time you walked on stage, you felt like you could do anything and play anything you wanted. The crowds adored you, they sang along to your songs, and they provided with so much energy it was unreal. Why do people do drugs to get high when they can experience the highs you always get whenever you walked on stage? Playing music is part of who you are, and this whole virus thing put an end to that.

You couldn’t do concerts, you couldn’t go to music stores to buy new strings or guitars you really wanted. No one was allowed to go anywhere, and if you tried playing on the street, people stayed away from you. It tore your heart to pieces not being able to play, but it broke your father’s heart even more.

You were such a lively person before any of this started, now you’re a shell of who you used to be. Nothing really gets you excited anymore. Jensen doesn’t really know what to do except watch as this thing kills you from the inside out. All you do now is sit inside your room and play some of your old songs to try to remember what those feelings once felt like. Your band doesn’t even want to get together to practice anymore, and you’ve become so sad.

When will this virus thing end? This year? 2021? Never? All you know for sure is that you can’t wait for it to be over. Then maybe you can start feeling like yourself again, and actually enjoy making music.

During this time, not only did you spent all your time inside your room, you’ve been writing your own songs about how you feel and about this time. You have so many songs you’re in love with, and you can’t wait to perform them to your band and to the world when it’s ready to hear them. For months, you’ve been writing songs like it’s no one’s business, and you didn’t think you’d get to perform them so soon.

Now you can.

It’s unreal to think how much time has passed since this whole virus thing started and look at where you are now. You’re about to walk on stage again to perform to so many people who have been waiting for you to get together. The virus thing isn’t over by any means, but you made it so you could perform. With seats being six feet apart, doing more than one show in a city so that everyone can see you, and the guards handing out masks to everyone who doesn’t have one. It’s not perfect, but it’ll have to do for now.

It’s been months since you even set foot on a stage, and now that you’re here, you don’t know if you can do it. This is the first time you’ve been on stage in months, this is the first date of your concert, and everyone is counting on you to make this work. Your entire band is nervous, but you’re the most nervous of them all.

It’s just about ready to start, and you’re still in the green room with a panicked look on your face.

Jensen is waiting in the audience with his wife and other kids, but he knows something is wrong. The band hasn’t come out yet, and the concert doesn’t start for another ten minutes, but he can feel that something is wrong. He’s been on the other end of this too many times to ignore his gut feeling.

“I’ll be right back,” he mutters to his wife before leaving her side.

The guards stopped him from getting backstage, but once he explained to them that you are his daughter (and after he showed them ID to prove it), they let him through. He knew where the green room is, and when he entered, he saw you in the midst of a panic attack.

“Y/N, you’re okay,” he says and rushes to your side.

“What if something goes wrong?” you hyperventilate.

“First, you need to calm down. Okay? I’m right here. Focus on your breathing and slow down,” he says, and you nod frantically.

Your heartbeat is wild, your eyes are wide, and your breathing is ragged, but the more you stare into your father’s eyes, the more you calm down. Jensen smooths back your hair when he knows you’ve done what he asked.

“Okay tell me what’s wrong,” he says in a comforting tone.

“This is the first time we’re back on stage. What if I mess up? What if we’re not ready? What if--”

“Whoa, one thing at a time, sweetheart,” he interrupts you. “You know you’ve been practicing for months. You and the band have got this. You know you can do it in your sleep.”

“I can do it in my sleep,” you whisper.

“Look, I know it’s scary being back after everything, but you have to know that you are not alone. I am going to be right there, cheering you on. Your mom and sisters are out there right now because they are so proud of you. I am so proud of you. Whenever you feel nervous or scared, you look right at me. You have got this. I believe in you, sweetheart.”

“I love you so much,” you say and hug him tightly.

“I love you too, love bug. Now, get out there and kick some ass. Remember, don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“What does that mean? You always say that.”

“It just means have fun, and don’t be afraid to try,” he smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re on in five,” one of your bandmates says when they enter the room. “Oh, are you okay? Hi Mr. Ackles.”

“Hey kid.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” you nod, and he leaves the room.

“Kick ass out there.”

“I will,” you grin and kiss him on the cheek.

You follow your bandmate to the stage as your dad makes his way back to his seat with the rest of his family. You get on stage and into position at just the right time because the concert begins. You know these songs by heart, and your fingers play them effortlessly as they know the rhythm.

All your fears, dreams, nightmares, and worries are on stage right now, but as long as you have your dad right there supporting you, they don’t seem so bad. Those fears mist away, worries turn into excitement, your nightmares turn to dreams, and your dreams shine through the smile on your face.

This is your dream, and you can’t wait to follow it until the very end.

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You Got it Like That?

Alternately longer Title: You Got it Like That? (Damn that’s crazy)

Pairing: Wooyoung x Female Reader

Genre: Whatever the hell this plot is and Smut

Rating: Explicit

WC: 7.5k+ (below 8k that’s for sure)

Tags: Smut, light fluff, bad attempt at humor, brief Minsan shenanigans, Fingering (female receiving), Temperature play kink, slight praise kink, slight kink discovery (anal), marking kink, some other shit I’ll update if I missed it. Briefest mentions of Seonghwa

Summary: You just needed to get through this week at the resort at the hands of 20 coworkers and Wooyoung; the Sales Department Supervisor who got some raunchy photos of you the day prior.

Taglist: @atiny-piratequeen @thereal-smolchild @angel0taiyo

You stumbled through your house happily, sorta out of it since you’re still high on the party you just left from. A little drinking here and being around smokers that had you linger in the weed; the endorphins coursing through you were pretty higher than usual on this Saturday night. A friend’s night that turned into crashing someone’s party freely without judgment which made everything better in your opinion.

You were on your way to stripping off your clothes when a buzz alerted you, taking your attention away from your work at hand.

+1[245] woobieboobie Uh… I believe you sent it to the wrong person? But holy hell you really did that. Didn’t expect that this late but thank you (;

Confused, you opened the message in full and damn near dropped your phone in shock. Six photos of you in states of undress stared back at you. Provocative and cheeky (literally, ass cheeks showing in some) as you smiled happily towards the lens of your phone. Your breast pushed up in the little strappy blue chemise set you wore to show off your body littered with little bruises and fingerprints on your thighs. Even some prints were dark on your shoulders from one of your wilder nights from a quickie. Honestly, you can’t even remember who’s house you took them in..

Though you managed to send them out to for… what exactly? Looking at it, you couldn’t help but groan in dismay.

+1 [873] me [image89.jpg attachment sent] Feeling sorry that you can’t leave these on me huh. SOL~ Gotta work for it if you want it, doll xoxo

Above those photo messages were questions about the next team-building trip that your company was supposed to take for the week, discussing with your co-manager Wooyoung, from the sales department. Just brainstorming ideas on how to get the departments to know that they work together, no matter how much push back you get from each other.

Both of you got close over the process of thinking this up and getting approval by the company head. If it brings back good results they may make this an option across the board for the rest of the departments who can’t get along. Yea you crushed on him a bit but who wouldn’t? He was hard-working, caring, pretty funny and fucking fine as shit.

You weren’t trying to mess the good balance of friendship up right now cause of some tipsy texting.

There was one for almost every photo too! You didn’t drink that much did you?

+1 [873] me [image90.jpg attachment sent] Wanna know what you like about this pose.

+1 [873] me [image95.jpg attachment sent] Tbh my form looks the best it’s ever been.

+1 [873] me [image105.jpg attachment sent] Call me pretty cause I almost had to beat an asshole up for saying I looked like shit tonight :(

You couldn’t do anything more than spam a message out in response and hope, praying that Wooyoung doesn’t say anything to you tomorrow.

+1 [873] me Kfajsdlgjskfjogsldfj!!! uH THANKS?! DELETE PLZ. SEE YOU TOMORROW!

+1 [245] woobieboobie ….. (: Hmm. See you tomorrow beautiful~ ;3

Based on that response, you knew he wasn’t. The fucking troll. Regardless you made sure the pictures were saved and got ready for bed. There were no real regrets, just the slight anxiousness of the unknown

Would he ask you about it?

Did he want details?

Would he ask for more of them?

Which you wouldn’t mind if it was any of your girlfriends, but you two haven’t hit that stage yet in friendship to even know if jokes like that were allowed (from what you thought). So this was a huge deal for you.

With a sigh you set your alarm and laid down. No one was going to hear about your lapse in texting, you were going to take this to the grave.

If your dream happened to have a certain male coworker and a few Kamasutra positions no one was going to know.

When Sunday rolled around, Wooyoung was nothing but a gentleman to you. He made sure to carry your bags or help get the large group of 20 people to quiet down enough to listen. It was like he was trying to somehow stay on your good side. It had you relax enough to not think of this type of trip of anything business, just a group of people trying to understand each other at the end of the day.

His conversation light on the bus to the resort that was agreed upon, having you laugh, choosing dumb driving games to pass the time there. It was nice to see both departments playing The Movie Game or even having acapella showdowns.

It was pretty nice. Even when they got to their destination to see their sleeping arrangement, he didn’t bring it up. Well… If he wasn’t going to say anything you would pretend like nothing went on. Wooyoung and yourself had one cabin, then there was 5 to the large cabins in the surrounding area.

“Okay guys! We’re going to make you all pull colored sticks -- Whatever color you get we’ll throw a number and that’s the cabin. No switching at all and I mean it!” Wooyoung said above all the groans and whining.

“But you two get your own that’s not fair!” his friend, Mingi exclaimed.

San moved up with a giant pout on his lips. He knew you were sorta weak for them anyways. “Yea why don’t you guys have to do the popsicle thing too!”

You pinched his cheeks playfully, yet your voice was slightly stern. “Because Wooyoung and I made the decision to do this. We’re supposed to have fun but we are also supposed to make sure you guys stop trying to destroy each other’s job.”

“Regardless of what happens do know you guys are still getting the normal pay that you would if you did work. So no need to worry about that.” Wooyoung assured them at your side.

Everyone seemed to relax more at that before they got the sticks to be roomed. Once it was fixed and you sent each group on to their merry way Wooyoung hip-checked you to get your attention.

“So roomie shall we get our little cabin together?” he was twirling the room key as he asked. He stuck his arm out afterward with a little wink.

“Aah… I guess roomie. It shouldn’t be so bad~.” you sang, sauntering off towards the destination.

The rooms were beside each other, pretty spacious from everything of the bathroom to the living room and open floor kitchen. Covered in soft colors you would think it was more of someone's house than that of a resort. Both of you moved things into the respective rooms to set up, heading to sleep since it was pretty late for the first day.

“Night Woo!” you sang to the wall, getting comfortable into your bed.

“Night. Sleep well~” he sang back.

There was more shuffling on his side before you succumbed to sleeping, tomorrow’s worries for the you of tomorrow.

As the week progressed, to you it seemed as if your coworkers were actually getting along with each other. Besides the standard disagreement or someone getting into their feelings, it wasn’t so bad. You got to know Wooyoung’s team more so as you helped them when you explained why your promotions team needs their hand in hand cooperation when asked of them. Just a simple “Everyone on the same page makes things run smoother.”

You also got to know Wooyoung more so in his work environment. He made sure to repeat anything that someone needed help with, ready with a playful remark if someone would call him out on being wrong. He even entertained everyone with a little dance if someone got a question right.

He was so fucking cute you could honestly get cavities right now.

When everything was done you all would head back to either the cabins or the entertainment on the property to set up. Sometimes you had a few of your teammates, like Dahyun or even Jessi who would take you out to see all that the full resort had to offer. Drink or flirt a bit with the other distant company people who used the other spaces.

Mingi catching you out late for talks and jokes before San would join, all of you guys laughing till your stomachs hurt. Maybe stay up later than normal around a little fire looking at the stars.

Other times it was just you and Wooyoung laughing about on the walking trail or sharing snacks with some dumb reality tv show. When you would cook he’d try to be helpful, making sure nothing was too far or too hard to reach. It was really sweet, learning more about him. From the favorite foods or movies-- learning about his whole squad of friends are apart of the company. (He didn’t tell them that he personally knew them for years, just of their working together) Mingi and San being his department while the oldest one, Seonghwa, being apart of your team. 4 other members were spread out in the other departments.

Being so domestic so quickly like it was second nature to both of you.

He even made sure to knock before trying to enter into your space or making sure everything was alright before doing something that he would consider uncomfortable for you. (“Hey I’m gonna come out shirtless!” “Okay that’s fine!” “Don’t look!” “Why cause you got cute nips or something?”) When you asked him about it, he just smiles cutely to tell you it’s to make sure you were dressed or that if you brought anyone in while he was in the shower, all parties would know.

Sometimes Wooyoung would forget of course. You would sneak glances at him every now and then; wet and soft from the shower. His body a touch pink from the hot water with his bottoms hanging off his hips.

“Like what you see~?” he’d whisper over to you when he caught you looking.

“It’s here for show so I might as well enjoy it huh?”

“Then I deserve one too right? You are very beautiful.” He told you one time when he was drying his hair and he looked at you expectantly. Even when you flushed hard from the statement, shoving him playfully and whining, he just ruffled your hair up.

You two got comfortable enough that you would be cooking in your pjs just after a shower. Where you wouldn’t be fully dry and the clothes would stick to your frame just a bit more. He never made comments but you felt eyes on you more so than not.

“What am I going to do once we leave here? I’m not going to have your cooking anymore~,” he lamented over the ribs he ate.

You scrunched your nose at his messy eating, even as you were thinking that he looked like a little chipmunk with his mouth full. “Well, we can always hang out after this you know. Or I can just bring food to the job?” you offered.

“Mmm…” he trailed off as he finished chewing-- eyes focusing back on you sharp and serious, “Rather just hang out with you. Then I don’t have to share at all.”

His tone was playful when he said it, but his eyes told you a whole different story. It wasn’t something you saw directed at you so it kind of made you a bit hot under the collar of your pajamas.

“I like sharing though~. It’s okay you’ll just need to work for that huh?” you giggled in the same breath to reach over and clean his face with your thumb.

You sat back without care, cleaning your hands to resume eating but Wooyoung was sort of stuck in his thoughts. Seeing you eat so cutely after doing something like that without warning had his heart rushing. Blinking back into the present he finally responded with a,

“I’ll work for it. Don’t you worry.”

The light-haired male sounded cocky, in turn, you shrugging your shoulders to continue eating.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sometimes… Mingi and San were your main trouble makers from Wooyoung’s team who continued to push your buttons when you were just trying to be informative. Mostly making you come over and show them easy steps in the program that you guys utilize to get any updates. Hands-on enough that they start to look flustered as well when you press up against them, voice soft with a bit of an edge cause your patience was running thin.

Maybe you were teasing them. No one’s gonna notice since everyone should be focused on their work anyways right? San’s face flushing harder than usual though this time. He seemed almost shy with you, whispering “Oh okay I get it now.”

Wooyoung stood off to the side of one of your workers, clenching his teeth at the scene. Trying to figure out what was going on between you three right now.

When you turned to him and gave a thumbs-up, he scoffed and focused on his work at hand with helping. You were confused at his antics but shrugged-- He’ll talk to you if something serious was going on. He was probably just pissed about something.

Later on in the day everyone seemed to be doing better now when they got paired up to work on a small project together. Quiet laughter or a little flirting here and there happened.

You moved over to Wooyoung who stood against the wall silently, murmuring “You alright..?” “‘M fine.” He gritted out, gripping his arms tight before letting them fall to the side. His brows were still pushed together in a slight frown, purple locks of hair sort of sticking to his forehead. You reached out to move them out of the way to smooth the wrinkles from his face.

“You’re not but I won’t pry. Just relax your face hun, you’ll have your face stuck like that~” you playfully jeered and bumped shoulders.

He seemed to freeze a bit before relaxing, giving you a quirk of a smile that you couldn’t help but be extra over.

A faux gasp and a coo came from you. “Aw see? You turned that frown upside down~ Good boy!”

He choked on seemingly nothing before pushing away from the wall. “Shut up dork. Let’s finish, got an announcement for everyone.” “Not even a dork!”

A call of your name distracted you both for a moment before you looked at him seriously.

“But you’ll tell me if somethings wrong right? I won’t judge you or anything, Wooyoung.”

He gave you a look that said something that you couldn’t quite understand. He nodded, making a face when Mingi came over and dragged you away in excited chatter.

“I heard there’s a dance tonight! San and I are going to take you as our date~”

“Hey how did you hear about that!” Wooyoung’s voice screamed across the area.

Both of you giggled, gossiping about what to do as well as what to wear for later that night. Both unaware of the slightly angry look Wooyoung gave to your backs.

You’ve been added to the group chat: Date night!

+1 [177] minglepringle Hope you’re ready~ Me and san will be over there soon~!

+1 [392] sanscript I look better than Mingi just letting you know.

+1 [177] minglepringle We’ll see about that.

+1 [873] me Boys I bet you both look dashing. Stop fighting I’m TRYING to finish getting dressed! Or I’m dumping both of you!

Your mind was too busy giggling at their antics in the text messages. Their playful banter and whining that you got used to over getting close with them, you enjoyed seeing it as much as you have. You also think that they may be fucking but that’s on a whole other note. So immersed into everything that you missed Wooyoung’s warning of checking in that his loud gasp had you turning quick.

There he stood, so fucking beautiful in his all-white suit with his hair fluffed up fully around his head, the middle-parted style that fit his look too well if anyone asked you. His eyes were rimmed in light brown eyeliner; a thin diamond choker on with a pair of earrings that added to the overall expensive look. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow down the expanse of his neck to the peak of collarbone winking at you from behind the open plackets of his black shirt. It was tucked into his pants to showcase the little waist and his pants clung to thick thighs and calves.

“Holy fuck Woo…”

Your eyes trailed back up his form with no shame as you damn near undress him mentally. Shouldn’t do that given you guys work together but what the job doesn’t know won’t hurt anyone.

“You look... Really good.” You finally finished when you gathered yourself together, looking up to meet his eyes. They were slightly hazy and far off before they focused on you. His jaw set when he walked farther into the room.

“Thank you. I’d say the same for you though. Is that all you’re going to wear darling~?” he asked in such a soft candied voice that you got whiplash from the change of his tone, “Just a bralette and boy shorts? Think the boys would like that a lot hm? Seeing their stern supervisor looking all pretty like that.”

You sucked in a quick breath, feeling your nipples harden against the cloth at attention from his voice. Even your heartbeat began to pick up when you realized he was watching your body respond to his voice, a smirk on his features. The thought of covering yourself up shyly was the last thing on your mind as you shakily exhaled.

“Not at all,” voice in a whisper as you grab your dress to slowly slip on in front of his eyes.

“I was just caught off guard, Wooyoung.” you kept the same tone as he tilted his head.

Probably taking in your figure now that it was covered back up in the peach shade maxi wrap dress, long enough to brush against the floor with the slit high enough to show your legs. White liner with darkened lashes with a smudge of brown shadow with nude glossed lips was the choice of makeup.

You added a pair of brown studs into your ears as you bit your lip, giving him a slow twirl so your dress could float around you. Stopping, you asked softly, “Well? How do I look now?”

Wooyoung stepped closer to run the back of his knuckles against your cheek, opening his mouth to say something but it was interrupted by a knock on the main door from two excited voices.

“We’re here to pick you up~!”

“Move Woo stop hogging our date!”

It broke whatever air wrapped around you two that you put on your boots and felt your face heating up quickly.

You didn’t know what to say as he still stood there, looking at you with so many emotions that you felt hot yet again.

“I gotta go Wooyoung…”

He sighed and backed up, his playful air back around him “Save me a dance would you?”

You booped his nose and nodded, giving a bashful smile before leaving to San and Mingi’s insistent whining. You couldn’t really process what was going on but at this point, it didn’t matter; two gorgeous men were your date for tonight and you decided you were going to have fun.

Which you were having. The guys made you three take so many pictures you were sure there was a whole album dedicated to it now. Lots of solo shots of you making funny faces or doing runway poses that you made them do tenfold. (”Can’t wait to use this cute one as blackmail” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Oh doll, you will learn real quick I’m vindictive.” “That’s kinda hot...” Choking sound here somewhere. “Mingi plEASE”)

They layered on the compliments thick to get you to giggle or shove at them on the way there, even when they were the equivalent of models on the fashion runway themselves. Each male held the door open to the pavilion to you before all three of you walked in with each other. It was gorgeously colored with a stage where the DJ was switching up his songs in front of the large dance floor littered with people. Surrounding it were the tables that already had forgotten drinks or people’s belongings there, or just people not really dancing just relaxing with food on their plates.

The music was everything from every genre you could think of that you could sing or dance to, open bar and buffet that you won’t admit you visited more times than you’d admit. It was only to keep your mind off your roommate but it wasn’t helping when your eyes would drift over to him from your peripherals, catching him drinking at the bar or laughing loudly at something someone said.

Fuck it. You can get lost in the dancing since you felt a little looser from the alcohol thrumming in your system. Dahyun and Jessi off doing lord knows what with whatever guys they suckered into doing their bidding for the night.

“Mingi come here! I lost you somehow and you’re supposed to be dancing with me,” you whined loudly while pulling him close and grinding on him before dropping it low to your knees.

He laughed around a whispered “holy shit” as he followed your dancing, his big hands pulling you back up to roll and dance on him again. Songs passed with the two of you sharing another drink before San joined to sandwich you in. It gathered a crowd when you three started dancing raunchier with a couple of other people. Especially with the way the two males really had you going because of their wandering hands and smoldering gazes. When you were gyrating really hard on San, he gripped your hips before trying to tickle your sides.

“You’re such a tease~. We’re definitely going clubbing when we get back to the city.” San whispered in your ear, holding up a finger sandwich to feed you.

You turned to blow a kiss at him before eating the offered food. “I would love that! I’ll go get some water and some food. I don’t wanna eat everything you’re feeding me~.”

Both nodded at you when told them you’ll take a break since you were so sweaty and out of breath from all the dancing, happily giving each of them a small peck on the cheek. You laughed at some of the comments of surprise that you got as you made your way to the bar.

Yea no one’s seen you dance like that but again you all were here to have fun right? It’s bound to happen sometime so at the end of it all, it was something dumb to think or fret over. None of them were CEO’s or anything (well you couldn’t say that for the other people at the resort, but they don’t know you.)

Yet before you could make it there you were stopped by an unfamiliar male stepping into your space.

“I’m sorry but I’m trying to get somewhere so if you could just..Move out the way please that would be great.”

“I just wanted to tell you that your dancing out there was really sexy,” the male stated, moving into your space with an open look on his face. You didn’t really respond but you were guessing your nonresponse was a good cue to him.

“Maybe if you like for me to get you drinks we can get to know each other. Or just let off some steam, if you know what I mean.”

You stepped around him, shaking your head. “Sorry but it’s not what I’m looking for now excuse me--”

He takes a grip at your hand, tight that he had to have heard you snarling. “So you’ll dance like a slut for those two guys but you won’t even give me a look? Especially when I look better than them both?”

You bristled at the comment of him talking about Mingi and San like that, turning around to give him a piece of your mind when Seonghwa steps up to you with Wooyoung in tow.

“It seems like she doesn’t want to deal with you sir,” Seonghwa’s voice was firm, gripping his upper arm tight enough that the guy yelped and let go.

Wooyoung makes sure to stop you from clocking the guy by putting his hand onto your lower back. It was a nice touch but it didn’t calm you down at all.

“This has nothing to do with you--”

“Assholes who think their hot shit? Overcompensating too? Guys like you aren’t the ones I go for.” you spat quickly, “Fuck with me again, or any of my people and you’ll be trying to find the best doctor in town to stitch your dick back on to yourself.” Angrily you stared him down, allowing Wooyoung to tug you away from the asshole and off to a quiet room.

Once the door was locked, he watched as you paced back and forth for a few minutes. He was even calm as you blew up.

“The nerve of that dickwad! The way I dance has nothing to do with who’s allowed to talk to me or not! Literally has no correlation.”

Wooyoung stood by the door and listened as you ranted, sipping on his drink.

“Lucky I didn’t fuck him up. I look too good to be brawlin today. He even had the nerve to talk about Mingi and San? He really fucking lucky--”

“You really fucking do and it’s driving me insane,” Wooyoung growled from behind you, having you jump from how close he was. “You look like a goddess reincarnated and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Wooyou-” you began as your body responded to his closeness again.

He slowly pressed his body against yours, unashamed at the loud gasp you gave him because of his clothed dick hitting your hip.

“See?” the male whispered, looking up into your eyes, “Being so carefree from judgment, dancing how you want. Singing loudly and having a good time regardless of who is around; gorgeous. You made sure to include everyone that was close to dance or sing because you wanted to enjoy this party.”

You really didn’t know where he was going with this but you heaved a shaky inhale when you caught him looking at your lips.

“It just made me like you a hella lot more… Sweaty, hooded eyes were so enticing. Then when you handled yourself with that guy back there, you got so protective and serious…” he trailed off, his dick twitching against your hip again.

“Really wanted to get on my knees and eat you out right on that dance floor… it was so damn sexy you just don’t know what you do to me.”

An airy moan slipped past your lips from his confession, his response of holding you closer and a tad bit tighter had your nipples pebbling to hardness swiftly. Wooyoung’s hands slid down to cup your ass that you whined out his name.

“When you sent those photos… I wanted to have a quick jerk session. Had a hot moment of jealousy…” he whispered now, leaning in to brush his lips along the quickening pulse on your neck. “I wanted to mark you up like that. Have my fingerprints linger on you for days from holding you so hard. Wanted my mouth to find out all your weak spots to have you crying..”

Your arms wrapped around him as you shivered, hips canting slowly against him in the slow simmer of want.

“Wha- What stopped you then hm?” It was a breathy ask while you carded your fingers through his hair, your leg sliding up to wrap around his hip to hold on. You were feeling a bit faint.

His moan vibrated against your skin as he replied “Wanted to be a good boy for you. Said I had to work for it, remember? So I have been.”

Pulling away, you looked at him questioningly, his skin pinkening with an almost boyish shyness to it as he mumbled, “Was gonna wait for the perfect time so I could take you out to dinner then hopefully get to this point now.” Which done it in for you.

"Tell me more doll, wanna hear it." You purred sweetly, feeling him give a full-bodied shutter.

"Didn't want you thinking that I suddenly wanted to fuck because of those pictures. But I've looked at them once in a while this week, hoping I could get you like that myself."

He was suddenly picking you up impatiently to set you on the table in the middle of the room; his lips nipping at the skin he could reach right now as you whined under him.

"Shit, Wooyoung," a hard whimper left your throat and you rutted up against him. "Same. It's the same. I've been crushing on you but didn't wanna complicate things I.."

Your words died on your tongue as he trailed his hand along your body, letting you arch into the feather-light touch before he put his glass down. “Can I kiss you?”

Your arms shot up and tugged him half onto you, nipping his bottom lip hard before kissing him deeply. His mouth tasting of Malibu Sunset shots and something else you couldn't place, both of you groaning at the contact. Tugging at fabric to get to heated damp skin made you a bit desperate, given how many times you have imagined doing anything remotely sexual with him.

“Pretty baby, panting so hard and we haven’t even gotten naked yet huh? You want me that badly? Want my hands on your bare skin that much.” he taunted, pulling back from your grabby hands with a playful pout.

“You take your dress off and then I’ll be good for you to take my clothes off too.”

You sat up with a pout back to him, tone going sultry instead, “That’s unfair cause I really am. If you’re my good boy you’d let me take off your clothes for you. Maybe even let me choke on your dick. I’ve been wanting it for so long~”

You watched as Wooyoung’s dick twitched hard, seeing his hands shake to a stop before moving back towards you in a flash. Inwardly you cheered in victory, hurriedly breaking a few buttons off his shirt and shoving everything off his body. As a prize, you immediately went to sucking marks on to his skin-- feeling his groan of your name vibrate on onto your lips.

You left lipstick marks in some places before sucking harshly on others such as his cute nipples and the lines of softly defined muscle, all the while he tried to push your dress off your shoulders. You made a show of sliding your hand into his pants and gripped his dick that was already slick.

“Who’s wet now doll? Hm?” you moaned out high and breathless, skin prickling with goosebumps from the sudden attack of cold water droplets falling onto your chest.

“Baby, you will be soaked when I’m done with you. Come on, clothes off wanna try something.”

He was asking you in a rush which was sweet but you really wanted his dick in you someway so you relented your control this time to him. You hurriedly slid your dress off your body and moved to get onto the table before Wooyoung tugged you by your bra and kissed you hard again. He was mapping out your mouth like he wanted to remember every dip and curve of it; sloppy, messy and so fucking hot you knew you were dripping in your panties now. “This okay? Not uncomfortable?” he pulled his lips away from yours, gently pushing you back from following.

You swallowed, whimpering out a “Yea it’s fine” from his serious gaze at your face.

When you didn’t change your mind he relaxed and kissed you again. Stealing your breath and making you drool a bit making it hot and messy in the right way.

When cold, wet fingers slide down the curve of your breast your body curved to the touch happily, mind already dopey on wanting Wooyoung’s touch; on wanting anything Wooyoung could give you right now. His mouth moved down your neck, lapping and sucking just as many bruises into your skin in repayment to your own work.

Wooyoung would cover the next stops of his lips with thin layers of alcohol to suck off your skin as if you two had all the time in the world, skipping past your aching breasts to apply more of the sweet liquid on your stomach then your thighs. He made you sit back on the table as he made a promise to his earlier statement and marked you up basically head to toe; his eyes dilating fully to the point of pitch blackness cause of the whining and mewling.

“Fuck. Just let me..” Wooyoung spluttered while grabbing his phone to take a few photos.

You were leaning back with your legs spread, fingers rubbing your clit over your soaked through panties frantic now. Honestly, you don’t know how you even made it through his markings because you couldn’t describe how much you loved it; probably looking too gone already by how he froze for just a moment. He joined you after shuffling his pants off to finally snatch your bra off to give some love to your aching breasts.

But not without adding an ice cube between his lips then sucking a nipple into the same space. The moan that bubbled out of your mouth was nothing less than dirty, making Wooyoung double his efforts. He did this to the other one as well to make your peaks harder than they ever felt. Bringing that same numbing cold heat combo onto your neck then back down, across your navel and your hip line. He skipped over your core to press his now cold lips onto the marks he left earlier, grinning at your pleas leaving your lips quickly.

“Please Woo, ngh! Please!” you cried, holding his head to your chest while he moved your panties to the side and slid two fingers in immediately. The shock of his cooling mouth and cold fingers onto your burning skin brings a pleasant hum to your body and even heavier wetness between your legs.

You never knew how much you liked the combination.

“Need you, baby, please ‘m tired of waiting.” Your head buzzed as you slipped further into his ministrations, alternating from begging or crying out his name to scrambling for purchase on the table when he moved his body away from yours. You had to have left a few more marks in the shape of claws along his skin.

“Want my dick that bad? Kinda like how you're begging right now,” He pressed into you harder that you choked for a moment.

Why was he teasing even more now holy fuck. “Yes let me have it!. You didn’t let me suck you off like I asked earlier.”

“I’ll let you suck me off later, I’ll blow my load if you even so much as touch it.”

You whined even harder. Maybe you wanted him to dirty up your face, he keeps taking everything away from you. It was a fun back and forth game but you were truly wanting his dick like months ago.

It was distracting enough that you just registered the sounds of how wet you truly were, body experiencing harsh pulses of pleasure from Wooyoung’s fingers and the zip of chill his mouth left before he laved his tongue onto your clit. Harsh flicks of his tongue coupled with the perfect curling of those fingers you’ve also obsessed over sent you reeling. Such a move brought you hurling over the edge to your release quicker than you expected.

“Wooyoung! Holy shit!” you shouted, voice pitched higher than you’ve ever heard it, legs trembling around him as he sucked onto your clit to help you ride that high before layering wetter kisses to the inner thighs. Your head went back with another curse, feeling your body turn into a liquid state of pleasure, unable to ride out your orgasm on his fingers. When your eyes fluttered open suddenly you took in Wooyoung's features.

“God..” he breathed, looking up at you as if you were his whole universe at this point and slowing down his fingers, “you’re so fucking perfect aren’t you baby?” In your hazy state, you keened at the compliment, body curving up slow as if it was reaching for more praise. Slowly, you rotated your hips in small circles to beg for everything he could give.

“Oh? You want me to fuck you while you are just loose and pliant for me baby?” To your little happy hum, he smiled gently. Removing his fingers he made the show of licking them clean, gently taking off your panties and giving you a soft kiss for your patience. “Lemme get a wrapper and I’ll be right back. Okay my pretty baby? Be patience.”

Slurry on your high still, you stayed spread onto the table. “Hurry... Really wan’ your dick Wooyoungie. Need it.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at your denial of feeling him in you.

He tripped in his haste with the condom already on and picking you up into his arms much to your protest. You could see how little it mattered as he held you to rut up against your folds to slick himself up, kissing away your tears with a coo of your name and how precious you were crying for his dick like you were.

Little words whispered against your ear of "I got you, princess, shh" and "Fuck if we go past this I have so much planned for us, holy hell." You wrapped your legs and arms around him tight, leaning in to suck a lobe between your lips and tug, whining yet again.

“Wooyoungie, please. Wanna feel it for days.. Nothing else but your dick please." You hiccuped over a short sob, honestly too fucking horny to care at this point. "Please Woo please I’ve waited for you this whole time plea-”

When Wooyoung finally pushed into your body after making sure the condom was on, it gave way like a greeting. Your walls fluttering and kissing his dick inch by inch like it was meant to be there; so happy that you squeezed him tight and mewled loudly.

“Yess what I’ve been waitin’ for. Wan' it deep~. Make me yours~.” he cursed and started a slow pace.

Honestly, you couldn't believe how much patience he had given the circumstances. His strength on display as he brought your hips down when he fucked up into your body with a slowness that had you singing. He was so hard inside of you, hitting all the right ways when he readjusted his grip on your sweaty body, the slight curve helping to graze your g-spot when he was being nice to you. It was hurting just a tad from the build-up to overstimulation but it felt too good to stop. Clit being abused against his stomach while you arched to throw your hips back onto him to get him to quicken the pace.

You were moaning his name and nonsense when he slid home deeper into you, praising him. Mouthing out on how you crushed on him since all those years he helped you. From when you decided to let him get closer because you wanted to be in the same playing field.

He paused mid-thrust with a tremble and a gasp, "Is that true..?"

Blinking past the tears you nodded, feeling bare to him suddenly.

His mouth worked around its sound for a moment, so focused on you that your breath stuttered on an exhale.

"Fuck... Fuck love, you don't know how much that means to me." He said, voice pitched so low it sounded like a snarl. Though the continuous pulses of his dick inside you spoke volumes.

Slowly you ran a hand through his sex mused hair and brought him close to your face, looking into his eyes, "Then please Wooyoung… Ruin me. Show me how much it means to you."

His resounding growl made your toes curl as he moved you two a few feet to the wall, pushing you hard against it now.

"My pleasure baby." He panted, "Gonna give you what you wanted since you asked so sweetly." He sealed his promise in a kiss before pulling out slowly.

The sudden snap of his hips made the surroundings turn to colorful constellations. Everything else fading to the haze past his beautiful expressions, the feeling of you two joined together, the cries and moans of each other’s name. Mind filled to the brim of Wooyoung, trying to kiss him but both of you are just sharing each other’s air now with little nips or licks here and there.

You don’t know how long he went at it but it felt like hours that he was pounding into you. You couldn’t even moan anymore, just whimper or keen or silently scream while he cursed in between punches of your name from his lips.

You both knew you were going to bruise on your hips and ass cheeks with how his grip tightened and loosened. At a particular shake, his fingers slid and pressed hard against your asshole, almost slipping in a bit from the dripping wetness from your folds and it tumbled you into your second release; so hard that you happened to squirt against him.

The wide-eyed look Wooyoung gave you when you screamed his name had him jerking his hips twice more before he came into the condom. He cried out to you in return, full-body shaking from its intensity that he leaned to kiss all over your face softly. Staying still and bringing you back down to him with kisses and murmurs against your skin. Breathy gravel tones from how spent his voice was blanketed you back down.

"I've been crushing on you too, you know."

"So gorgeous."

"I'm lucky to have such a beautiful princess."

"Come back to me love. I'm right here."

It was a few minutes before you gave him a satisfied smile, lazy in the afterglow and bright for him.

"Mmm, you’re the best."

He took the time to pull out and maneuver the hold on to bridal style, holding you closer to his frame as he set you back on the table with a laugh.

“I must be if I made you squirt~.”

You swung at him weakly, hiding your face from him at that and you kept it there as he moved around the room. You could hear him bump into things, mumbling to himself before he found what he was looking for and moving back to you.

“Come on my pretty baby lets get you slightly cleaned up and get out of here. We can take an actual shower and cuddle together,” he whispered softly, moving your hands out of the way with the sappiest look you’ve ever seen on his face.

Not before he took another of you posing for him to show the additional fingerprint bruises on your lower half, then immediately went to cleaning you with feather touches in case you were too sensitive with the clean rag and water bottle he found in the room. You were getting sleepy under the treatment so you allowed him to do everything; fix your hair, help you back into your dress and watch him put your undergarments into his jacket and fold it up. Making every sure you two had everything you needed.

You even watched him get himself dress sluggish and tired as you were. Something about watching him get dressed was so enticing to you. Maybe it was the way his veins in his arms and hands looked… You couldn’t wait to trace them with your tongue sometime.

When Wooyoung offered to carry you back to the cabin you agreed happily, secretly enjoying his display of strength as you guys avoided the still pretty heavy partying people further down the hall.

“I owe you a dance don’t I?” you mumbled against his neck, curled tight to his chest.

“Yea you do.”

“Damn... We’re starting off our trysts with owing each other.” he laughed into your hair, kissing a free spot on your forehead. “Alright, that’s a bet.”

You left it at that from his questioning hum.

You both got back to the cabin without being caught by anyone who knew you two. He held on to your clinging form as you whined about showering later, you were tired and you just wanted to cuddle up to him and sleep. So much so he relented with a playful sigh and tucked both of you into his bed. He did take a makeup wipe to remove any lingering product on your face and his,

“So I can see your cute natural morning face~” with a kiss to your giggling lips.

The both of you held each other to sleep, tangled head to toe with Wooyoung being the little spoon. You’ll deal with the irritating clothes and washing in the morning you thought. You were excited to think you’ll wake up to Wooyoung beside you finally.

“I h a t e your friends Wooyoungie, I really fucking do.” you groggily said when you woke up to your phone’s reminder buzzes and took a look at the notifications.

“Mmm, why is that?”

You happened to look down at his soft sleep puffy face laying on your thigh, pouting up at you so you blew a kiss at him before showing him the messages.

+1 [177] minglepringle So.. heard you had a grand slamming of a time last night

+1 [177] minglepringle As well as seen him carry you off like a princess being saved by her prince~ So now we don’t have to worry about not seeing you for the rest of the night

+1 [392] sanscript A lot of slamming. Seems like our “Make Wooyoung jealous plan worked”!

+1 [177] minglepringle Glad you finally got that dicking you been thirsting over~ Congratulations! +1 [177] minglepringle DON’T EXPOSE US YOU ASSA LSDKJFLSJGSDJF--

+1 [392] sanscript Don’t forget to call us next time so we can hear better~! We’re friends now your supervisor status means nothing now!! (:< Besides you completely dipped on us and we would have asked you for a threesome but Wooyoung beat us out-- +1 [177] minglepringle sAN OH MY FUCKING LORD STFU +1 [392] sanscript What they gonna do? Beat us?

Then an extra one from an unsaved number,

+1 [524] Unkown As much as I love that you two resolved your heavy sexual tension can I get a raise for having to hear your horny asses going at it like rabbits and dealing with the Minsan duo? Thanks, boss. -Seonghwa

Wooyoung laughed hard, screeching about his embarrassment at his friends and how he was going to beat their asses. He was ranting, fumbling for his phone to give him a piece of their mind but you just watched him being animated. Still a bit sleepy, the marks dark against his skin while his eyes caught the light just right to sparkle slightly. Even when he was squeaking into the phone’s receiver at Mingi, San, and Seonghwa, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at the turn of events.

Wonder what your friends will say once you tell them everything that happened. That would be for another day, you think as you stroke Wooyoung’s face and trace the features. He doesn’t stop talking but he does look at you with a sappy smile, wiggling and making kissy faces at you.

This was something you could really get used to.

#ateez fanfiction #ateez oneshot #wooyoung smut #ateez smut #wooyoung #oneshot

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il-papa-patata · 4 years

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Not So Scary Mary

You wake up from a nightmare in Mary’s apartment. He’s unexpectedly helpful as you try to fall back asleep.

Mary Goore/gender neutral reader, nightmares, Freshly Washed Mary

T for language

You bolt awake.

The dream tumbles after you, the heat of it dissipating but lingering in the clamminess of your skin, the way your heart pounds. You search for anything – details about the dream, anything to grasp onto, to laugh at – you always laugh at your nightmares after they happen, or at least try to – but this one just lingers, vibrant red and sicking to your skin like sand in all the wrong places.

It's not your bed, and not your apartment, so when you spring awake, you can't reach to the same places you do normally, can't reach beside your bed for the old dog plush you got for your sixth birthday, with its flopsy ears worn down over the years and the nose almost gone. You can't take one of the old-man hard candies from your nightstand and suck it against your teeth until you feel its warm flavor all the way down your throat, some sort of normalcy in the face of terror.

You can, in this place, reach for Mary Goore.

Who is already awake.

He's already half-up, blearily wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. You feel bad – the man barely sleeps as it is, and yet here you are waking him up with something like this-

You forget how pretty he is with all the makeup wiped off.

He looks up at you, hazel eyes almost silver in the darkness, face thin and sharp, lips full and parted. Despite your rude awakening, his expression's clear, face neutral and maybe even a little concerned.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, the heat of the dream clinging to you like spiderwebs, “Just a nightmare-”

“Hey,” he says, resting his long hand on your shoulder, “S'okay. You want some water?”

“Y-yeah.”

He dips over to his side of the bed and hands you a still mostly-full water bottle, crinkled along its edges. He pulls his knees up as you drink, resting his head on one, just watching you drink down some of the cool water. The night's chilled it a bit, and it eases some of the nightmare heat inside you.

You cap it again when you feel you've had enough and try to hand it back, but he just shakes his head, holding up a hand. You put it back on your side.

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers, reaching out and smoothing a hand over your lower back.

You do.

You do- but...

But what would there be to say? You can't even remember the dream – you could talk about how you sometimes just have these nightmares but it strikes you that Mary might think you're being a little bitch about it-

On the other hand, Mary is surprisingly good about this kind of thing. He always has been.

“I just... have nightmares. Sometimes.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, still stroking your lower back, “Anything about?”

“N...no. I don't think so, anyway. It's just... red when I wake up.”

“Red?”

“The color of your eyelids when it's sunny out.”

“Hm,” he hums, reaching his arm around your waist and leaning his head against you. His hair is clean – you washed it yourself – and it's fluffy where it brushes against you, all soft and wiry. “S' a tough one. Are you scared after 'em?”

You swallow.

You don't want to tell him that his mattress is the only thing that feels safe right now, that you had shivered putting down the water bottle, like it was a raft in a great tumultuous sea, as though his hastily thrown-on sheets were going to keep you safe. That even the moonlight outside twists into something horrid, the lamp you've tripped on six hundred times, the display from the old cassette-clock he convinces you still works becoming something else entirely. You don't want to tell him how long it takes you to feel normal back home, how his apartment – no matter how familiar by daylight – is scaring you.

He doesn't say anything when you fall silent. Instead, he just wraps his arms around you and pulls you back down into the sheets, guiding your head down against his chest, your nose against his ribs and your browbone against his collarbone.

“Shh,” he hushes, so softly, “It's okay.”

“Mare-”

“Shh. I've got you. It's okay. Nothing's gonna get you while I'm here.”

...Oh.

How long have you been wanting to hear that?

To not only be soothed but protected. You don't doubt for a second if anything actually tried to hurt you that Mary would launch at it, ready to fight it off or even kill it.

You sag into his hold, worming your arms around his slim waist, pressing your face more fully into his chest. He's warm, and unexpectedly soft despite how bony he is, and he hushes you quietly, stroking your nape slowly.

“You're...” you mumble, “Surprisingly good at this.”

“Eh, yknow.”

“No, really- you're... good at calming people down. And- you're nice.”

Mary laughs. “Well, my reputation gets outta hand sometimes. People don't believe I can be this feral and nasty and still be nice.”

You try to look up at him, face clean, hair fluffy. You knew he was sweet – you wouldn't be dating him or cuddled into his chest in his apartment if you thought otherwise, but-

No. You see it, here in the dark. The warmth of Mary. The little patient smile.

“You like being nice?”

Mary purses his lips, looking up at the window. “Well, who doesn't?”

“A lot of people think you don't.”

“Do you think that?” he asks, burying his fingers in your hair.

“No,” you say, “You love being nice. But-”

“But...”

“...oh. No, I get it now. The feralness is the niceness. It's-”

The desire to protect, to include, to be warm and to laugh – the violence and the trashiness and all that was that. A reflection, a complement to the kindness and the warmth and his barking laughter.

Mary smiles. His eyes glimmer slightly.

“Hmm,” he hums.

You tuck your head into his chest again, suddenly way too shy at that warm expression. It was usually a smile he smiled at you when he thought you weren't looking, but you'd never caught the full brunt of it, not from two inches away, and not with his arms around you and his legs tangled with yours.

“But yeah, I think you'll be okay.” He murmurs. “I had a lot of nightmares at one point too.”

He pulls you a bit closer, cocooning you against him. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm. Got out of a shitty life, but all of it chased me. Drank a lot to try and keep all of it away but it didn't really work. Anything I didn't deal with during the day, I dealt with at night.”

You breathe for a moment. You never know whether to ask more or not, when he talks about times before anyone here knew him, before he popped into the city covered in blood and screaming.

You choose to say nothing this time. If he tells you, he'll tell you.

“They'll fade. I make a mean cup of chamomile, though, if you can't get back to sleep.”

“Chamomile? You?”

“Yeh.”

He doesn't elaborate further, although you want to press it a bit.

But you figure you're wired as it is, and the proof's in the... tea, so you nod.

He helps you up, slowly – reaches over the side of his bed for a discarded hoodie which he drapes around your shoulders. It sits a little weird there, but it's comfortable, a nice protection against the chill of the night.

The two of you move into the kitchen, past his second-ish-hand couch. He has a stool obviously pilfered from some bar against his counter, and he perches you there as he goes puttering about.

You breathe deeply.

His house- well, his apartment- smells like him. Something old, something like dark hair warmed by the sun, the smell of smoke, this faint peppery thing. You never thought you'd get used to it – at its worst it's boldly organic, almost gross – but like this, settling around you and into your clothing and skin, it's pleasant.

Mary sets the kettle going – you didn't expect him to have one, and it's tiny, but it's enough for two cups of tea. He pulls down two mugs – one that looks like it's real china, a delicate porcelain thing, and the other a sturdy, obviously corporate mug for a bank.

You aren't sure which confuses you more.

“You worked in a bank?”

“Mhm,” he hums, spooning a bit of honey into it, “Kept the building running.”

“Don't you have an arrest record?”

“Didn't then. Helped pay for my first move.”

“Huh.”

He takes down a canister – it's beautiful, covered in intricate, sparkling cloth, a little thing. He pulls off the lid, and a second lid, and smells the contents. “Still fresh.”

He puts the leaves into two small steepers – both shaped like flowers – and covers them over with the freshly boiled water.

He leans back against the counter, humming quietly. You can't pick out the tune, but it's something kind of familiar. Most people knew his growl, but he had a perfectly nice voice when he sang.

He comes over to you, taking your hands in his and swaying your hands back and forth, humming softly. It's kind of weird – like he's playing with a puppet or trying to get you to dance – but you laugh anyway, bouncing your hands along with whatever he's singing, placid-faced and jaunty in his little galley kitchen.

“You're cute,” you tell him, and he sticks out his chin, frowning deeply while still playing with your hands.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Imma kick your ass.”

“Try me,” you grin up at him, “You're the one singing love songs and dancing with me in your kitchen.”

He flushes, pouting slightly. “Whatever. Can't even hold my sweetheart's hands without someone accusing me of being cute?”

“You really calling me your sweetheart and trying to convince me you're not cute?”

“Shush.”

“Really though,” you say when he lets your hands go, settling your feet up on one of the bars on the stool, “You're such a contradiction sometimes.”

“Con-tro-dik-tee-on? Whazzat?”

“Don't play dumb,” you smirk, “You aren't stupid no matter how much you pretend. You read those academic texts like they're gonna disappear every time your friends bring them over.”

He purses his lips. “Hey, I'm a high-school dropout, you can't be mean to me.”

“What was the title of the last one? A Critique of Foucauldian Governmentality?”

“I'm frankly surprised you remembered that, but yes, and it was a very good article I will have you know.”

“You seemed super into it.”

“I am a slut for Foucault, so.”

You giggle.

He hands you the bank mug, scooping out the steeper with his fingers. He takes up the fine porcelain cup, and even though it's a bit of a contrast – its delicate, blush-pink glaze and gilt handle matching the still-slight flush on his cheeks and the warmth of his eyes in the quiet light of the kitchen – it's not a mismatch. Mary was like that, you think, just a collection of things that didn't seem to go together but felt natural when they were united.

You bump your ankle against his knee, and he shuffles over to you, standing in between your knees. You sip the tea as he does, commenting, “But I like it.”

“Like what?”

“That you're contradictory. Sweet and violent. Depraved but also-” you reach up with your free hand to stroke his jaw, chuckling when he sags into the touch like an eager street cat, “Surprisingly innocent.”

“You want me to show you that depravity?” he growls, grinning and fixing you with a stare that turns your guts to mush.

“Another time, maybe.”

The stare breaks and his expression melts into a little smile. “Aw, okay.”

“I mean, not that I don't want to fuck in your kitchen at 2:54am, and I don't think you're working tomorrow, but...” You shift, sipping more of the tea, “Still feeling kind of fragile.”

“S'okay, you don't gotta qualify why you're not up for it. All I need's the 'no'.”

He dips his head and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and continuing to hum, the pretty, petal-like cup held close in his hands. You think you might want to lean up, to kiss his plush lips, but you don't. It's too late, and the chamomile is working, and your shoulders are slumping. You'd probably fall asleep kissing him.

Maybe another time for that, though. That sounds really nice.

He notices. Of course he does. And without complaint, he sets your cups on the counter and picks you up, cradling you against his shoulder. You feel like a kid again, passed out in the car, the same comfort of being brought inside and tucked in.

He sets you down again on the mattress, huffing a breath when he loses his grip on you. He gently pries the covers out from under you, settling them over your shoulders, batting away your hands when you try to help.

He climbs under the covers too, tugging his pillow closer and shimmying up alongside you, tucking his ankle against yours. You're drifting now, the chamomile and the quiet of his apartment and that familiar scent of him all lulling you back to sleep, but you still feel it when he gently kisses your forehead, smooths his fingers along your scalp, and murmurs, “No more bad dreams, now.”

#mary goore #repugnant #patata fic #not so scary mary C:

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter eleven~ her special ability

2020

The raven haired boy arrived back at Julie’s house, more over in her room. His eyes dared to the blonde who tried to lift a frame from the dresser. The shaggy haired boy stood in front of the bookshelf, studying the pictures. Reggie himself lays down on her bed, fingers running over the fabric of her blanket.

A voice disturbed the silence, “what are you guys doing in my room?”

“Uh..”

“Um..” they stuttered, view wandering between each other.

Luke was the first to find words, “we were looking for the kitchen?”

“This..” she points toward the band, “this cant happen. Its creepy,” her eyes now glued on reggie, “get off my bed, please.”

Luke raises his arm, “hey Julie, whats in the box?”

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh. Oh okay,” he chuckles, “Girls stuff.”

Julie crosses her arms in front of her chest, anger reflects in her facial expression.

“Oh, like butterflies and glitter?”

“Oh, come on. I'm sorry about them,” Alex insists.

“It's none of your business. And yes, there might be some glitter,” she teased.

Alex holds the frame in his hands, spinning around to his friends, “hey!” he chuckles, “I actually picked something up,” when he finished the sentence the frame fell on her bed.

“I dropped it,” disappointed he looked down onto it.

“Is that your mom?”

“Yes, and it’s my favourite picture of us,” she emphasised the favourite, “you break it, I’ll break you.”

“Okay, well, sorry but we’re kinda unbreakable at this point,” Alex adds.

“I don’t get it. You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but can’t pick up other stuff?

“I know, its hard. But for some reason, our instruments easy.”

“Yeah, like super easy. Oh and check out what I learned today,” in the next seconds his bass was in his hands, throwing him back in the beanbag.

“Yeah, that looked super easy.”

“Can I ask you guys something?” they nodded. “You told me about your sister, right? Is she a ghost too? Did you saw her? Can she do it too?”

“Well.. this one.. this one time she.. she told me she was surfing and people could see her, she could talk to them like we do and she kinda lost her mind.”

“You never told it!”

“Yeah, maybe cause you’d freak on the fact she’d leave this dark room.”

“She what?”

“Yes, she left it during the day to avoid you and at night she came back and talked to me and Luke.”

“This means, every time I thought she'd visited my dreams again to talk to me, she actually spoke with me?!”

“I remember she said something like that earlier.”

“Earlier?” His friends asked in sync.

“Well yeah you know how she can feel my mood? So do I and I felt it earlier so I searched for her and we talked,” he shrugged his shoulder as if it would be the casual thing in the world.

“Did you wanted to inform us about it?” Alex questions running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, if she came up in our conversation maybe..”

Their little argumentation was disturbed by a knocking on the door and Julie’s dad sticking his head in the door, “everything okay?”

“Yeah. Im fine.” Luke let go of Alex’s hand, he had clutched against his chest.

“Okay. I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Nope. Must’ve been my laptop.. that I just closed.”

“Okay, if you need anything..” he points to the door.

“Yeah. Thanks.” This was his clue to leave, he closed the door and the attention of the girl was abruptly on the raven haired boy.

“Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe.”

“I don’t know. But if you guys wanna talk to me, we have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” luke suggests.

“You’re kidding right?” she sighs, “the past year, everyones been watching over me, being super nice, as if theyre waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band, I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner three days a week.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell him.”

“Julie…”

“Oh my gosh! I told you to leave it alone!”

“I know. You shouldn’t have said nothing cause now I cant stop thinking about it, so.. Whats in the box Julie?”

“It’s just my dream box, okay? Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?” His body shifts so he faced Alex, they both knew exactly what the other was thinking; this was like Sabrina’s green book, every little thing which crossed her mind was written down in it.

‘Where is it now? I had it in my bag at the Orpheum, I couldn’t just lose it right?’

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

“But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex raised from his seat stepping closer to her.

“In the garage?” Luke hits alex upper arm, brows knitted.

“So you were there too?”

“Uh.. I don’t…” his voice a pinched ton.

“uh he was, like..,” Reggie's voice on the same level.

“We were..”

“Somewhere.”

“So, where is you kitchen, by the way,” the shaggy haired tried to distract her. He rested his head in his palm as he laid on her bed, also with puppy eyes.

“Okay, we need to set some boundaries,” she bend down to his level, “for starters, stay out of my room!”

“Mm-hmm. Cristal clear. Let’s go.”

“We're leaving,” they made their way over to the door.

“Yes, ma’am! We’re out of here.”

Moments later Alex’s head was in the room again, “hey. Um, sorry I didn’t mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?”

“No.. no I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks,”

“thanks.” His eyes wanders around the room and silence felt over the pair.

“is that it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, this is getting weird,” she waves at him and he leaves her alone.

The band was back in the studio sitting spread across the room. Reggie tugs on his bass, Alex head rests on the drum, Luke’s eyes glued to the roof.

“You know guys, I really miss her,” the shaggy haired boy whined, “but I can't forgive her, not after all those years. I mean she ignored me twenty-five years, like.. wait she’s stubborn she can and will if she wants. But I thought…”

“Shut up, talk to her or leave it,” Alex exhales.

“that’s the point, where is she, what should I say, whats her response.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t do it.”

There was a knock on the studio door and through the window were some blonde strands visible which floaded in the wind.

Reggie sat up, his eyes laid on the door, “should we open the door? Is that her?”

“Come in!”

Sabrina poofed herself into the room but was still in a good distance to the boy.

“I shouldn’t be here, I know but.. I.. mm..”

Alex was fast on his feet, embracing her fragile body, although they weren’t alive anymore they both still had their special scent which felt like home for each other.

“I was an ass, Will. And I should have listened to you but I was so heated that you didn’t told that we were dead for twenty-five years.”

Their little moment was interrupted by the guitarist who taped Alex’s shouler letting him know they weren’t alone.

“Brina. I was so selfish and full of anger. I .. I really missed you and your voice. I’m sounding like Alex but I’d probably should had listen to you and your point of view.”

“Yeah right. It’s.. never mind. I should get going.”

“No Will stay.”

“Right, we have to introduce you somebody.”

“It’s this Julie, right? Yeah, she’s impressive, you should probably play with her, push her and all this,” Sabrina shruggs her shoulders and Reggie locked his eyes with her, a brow raised; he felt it and she knew it.

Luke’s eyes lit up as she mentioned her voice, “yeah she is stunning,” the grief in her grew and Reggie’s eyes widened. Alex looks between the two, seeing her eyes are welling up.

“Do you mind if I talk with Will in private?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullshit. Talk to me Sabrina.”

“It’s just, y’all hate me and I understand but you have to understand me too. And now with this girl, I’m losing you and Luke, the way he looks at her…”

“How would you even know?”

“This morning when she sang, I was there, I saw you, her, everyone. And… and I really wanted to hug you, talk to you but I couldn’t.“

“But I didn’t saw you?”

“Well yesterday I saw the three of you at the orpheum, you even passed me as well as this tall man in smoking and black coat. He bumped your shoulder but went straight through me, it drove me crazy so I wanted to speak to you and I knew where I would find you so I came here. First, I.. I was in the garage as well but then you three poofed in and I left, then y’all were outside as well and your eyes laid on me so I thought you saw me.”

“But I didn’t.. but then suddenly you were.”

“I was, the whole time.”

“How’s that possible? Are you superman?”

“I don’t know but we’d try if people see me without surfing if I want to. I mean not Julie cause she can see you without you playing your instruments.”

“Her friend Flynn, she can't we should do it...”

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bumblybeebounce · 4 years

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Sweet Music

So I was the guitar anon in @rzrcrst 's asks a while ago, and thought hey, why don't I try to practice a bit more on writing Ezra? Ssso I made this. Hopefully it's at least tolerable? :'D I just wanted to write something sweet, maybe it will cheer someone up a bit! I am actually trying to learn how to play guitar, but please consider: I am a dumbass. It's a slow going thing. VERY SLOW. So apologies if I got something wrong! Anywho, the song in this one is "I Belong To You" by Brandi Carlile.

Rating: E Pairing: Ezra x Reader Warnings: None

Taglist: @rzrcrst @tarrevizslas @equalstrashflavoredtrash

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Sometimes, for all the advancement made in space travel, the waiting was a purgatory of boredom you just HAD to get through one way or another. Like right now. With you and Ezra in your ship, docked to another carrier on the course for another possible payday. And as much as you could appreciate it when your companion decided to leave you alone for a bit and have some quiet time with a book, this was one of the times where you actually kind of wanted him to talk. Of course if he did he wouldn't shut up for a few hours but listening to him would've been vastly preferable to the sheer amount of mind-numbing boredom you were going through right now.

"If you don't mind me saying so, birdie, going by the frequency and continuous nature of your fidgeting, it truly sounds as though you're preparing to climb the walls." And then he simply turns the page. Like he's not even bothered by the fact that all the daily tasks are finished and there's no reason to go out anywhere because the carrier has sweet fuck all in it and gah!

"Astute of you." It comes out grumpier than you really intended, but going by the lopsided smirk Ezra flashes at you while looking at you knowingly from behind the book is kinda worth it. He seemed to take a lot of pleasure when at any time you either used a fancy word, or spoke in a similar long-winded way he did. Which, let's be fair, was kind of growing on you after spending enough time in his presence. Stupidly charming... Smart-ass. With a nice ass.

"Well. If you are feeling amenable today-" He started after a while and laid his book against his knee, finger between the pages. "I can't help but recall you to be musically inclined, and that you have an instrument hidden in that there locker." Ezra nodded at the locker underneath the bench you were on, causing you to automatically look down at it too.

"Ah. So you noticed." "With this little space to work with, birdie, it's very difficult not to notice such things. Now, that is not a reproach in any way, shape or form, calm yourself-" He leaned forward a little and straightened his leg as you opened and closed your mouth, swallowing the apology you were about to give. "I merely mention it because I do believe you haven't played your guitar in my presence before and I am nothing if not a man who appreciates the arts, as difficult as those may be to find here among the constantly moving stars. So if you would indulge me this once, I believe I would appreciate immensely to hear whatever you deem fit to share with me."

Ezra did have a point, you had been making sure to practice mostly when he was out of earshot for one reason or another, a little convinced that he didn't much care to hear the music. Granted, that could've just been a mix of modesty and self-consciousness, but it honestly hadn't come up before now. You scratched your head a bit and shrugged.

"I mean. If... If you don't mind..." Actually, playing the guitar sounded kind of nice right now. "Oh, I insist."

And with that, you got the bag out and pulled out the acoustic guitar. It had been a bit since you last did so a while went by with just checking that it was still in tune and and just testing that everything sounded right. Your partner kept looking at you with a small smile from his side of the ship as you did, and begun strumming the chords in no particular tune, just to feel it out.

"I must confess, I am mildly disappointed I haven't suggested this earlier. It is a privilege to witness living art produced by a living work of art." Ah, and there was the blush back on your cheeks. You gave a nervous titter and raised a brow at Ezra. "Really, Ez? You're going with that?" He inclined his head in good humour, while keeping his voice serious. "Birdie, have you ever known me to be untruthful about your considerable skills or your considerable charms?" For once, he was very bad at keeping that smirk off his face and you shook your head, telling him to enjoy and keep reading his book.

And so the time passed, with Ezra reading his book and occasionally glancing your way warmly, and you strumming the instrument, playing old songs you half remembered or just nothing in particular. It was surprisingly easy to just get lost in the act of playing, the notes in the air, filling the little pod with something other than mechanic beeping.

Still, now that you had the approval of your partner to practice more freely, it didn't feel like that big of a step when you decided you wanted to sing a bit. Reaching into one of the pockets of the bag, you pulled out a capo and clipped it to the fretboard, tested out the strings, and began. The notes flowed wonderfully and familiarly, like an old friend returning as you took a breath and sang.

“Last night I had the exact same dream as you I killed a bird to save your life and you gave me your shoes You said clip my wings and walk my miles And I said I would too Then I woke up But I wasn’t gonna tell you.”

“Today I sang the same damn tune as you It was ‘Lady in Red’, I hate that song and I know you do too You didn’t catch me singing along But I always sing with you Nice and quietly 'Cuz I don’t wanna stop you”

Alright, so your voice wasn't at it's best but it was fine. It felt nice to be singing again, you thought, even if it was a bit shaky.

“I know I could be spending a little too much time with you But 'time’ and 'too much’ don’t belong together like we do If I had all my yesterdays I’d give 'em to you too I belong to you now I belong to you”

“I see the wo-”

The sound of something dropping startled you and made you look at the source of the sound. It had been Ezra’s book, that much you could see but it was more the look he had on his face that gave you pause.

“Songbird.” Ezra breathed the word out like it was the sweetest word in existence, like it was the culmination of all the wonders of the worlds delivered to him at once, and combined with the look of stunned awe on his face, he sounded like he had just witnessed something indescribably glorious.

The blush creeping up your neck wasn’t that strange in Ezra’s company, the man seemingly lived to fluster you, but in this instant it felt different somehow. The changed term of endearment didn’t escape your notice either.

“… What?” You shifted on your seat, suddenly overwhelmed by the weirdly irrational feeling of doubt and embarrassment. “Sorry, I’ll stop-”

“No, no no no, songbird, please don’t mistake this interruption as a request for cessation, Kevva forbid-” Ezra got up, his book forgotten as he hurried his way to sit in front of you, still looking like he was witnessing the birth of a galaxy while he was given all his birthdays at once.

“I apologize for my clumsiness that distracted you from your practice, and forgive my presumptuous request, but I implore you to finish your song if there is still some of it left.” His voice had grown unusually hushed as he peered at your now very warm face, practically on the edge of his already precarious seat.

The silence stretched for a bit as you tried to respond. This was quite possibly the most captivated and enthusiastic audience you had had in a very long time and it was poking at your nervousness more than you would have guessed.

“Um. Well, okay, uh, just…” Fingers back on the strings and the fret, you counted from where you were and started again.

“I see the world the exact same way that you do We lend our hands, and take our stance In tandem when we do But I lied and said I knew the way And I hid my eyes from you I still don’t know why I probably didn’t wanna scare you”

You could feel Ezra's gaze on you, though you were trying your best not to let your brain psyche you out and just kept going.

“I’m gonna die the exact same day as you On the golden gate bridge I’ll hold your hand and howl at the moon Scrape the sky with tired eyes, and I will come find you And I ain’t scared 'Cuz I’m never gonna miss you.”

“I belong to you now I belong to you.”

You looked up at Ezra, and had barely enough time to draw a breath before he was kissing you sweetly. You let out a surprised squeak and he lifted his hand bringing it to the back of your neck, caressing your skin as the kiss went on, somehow passionate while remaining warm and almost chaste, considering how his kisses usually were.

He pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours as he smiled with his eyes closed. He huffed a laugh as his hand slid over to cup your cheek, almost reverently.

"All the words in the language at my disposal and I cannot find a single one to describe what I am feeling at this very moment, songbird."

It was a little strange how easily he could summon a flock of butterflies into your gut while making your heart squeeze in delight. And all you could offer him back was a delicate "Oh.".

And then he kissed you again, brushed your cheek like you were a miracle and suddenly words felt incredibly superfluous. You wove your hand into his hair and carded your fingers through it, enjoying the affection he was giving you. When you broke the kiss, you bit your lip shyly.

"So I take it that I should play more?" "Songbird, the day I refuse the pleasure of hearing you serenade again is the day I am long dead and turned to dust." "Do... You want me to play something else?" "There is nothing that would please me more."

And who were you to deny such an earnest request?

#ezra x reader #ezra (prospect 2018)#prospect movie #fanfic

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 4 years

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now i’m a believer (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader)

THIS IS PURE. UNABASHED FLUFF~. In an icky kinda way XD

But hey,they say that true love is being able to be gross in front of your partner and having your partner be gross in front of you too.

Summary: To this day, neither your nor Shinsou still can’t quite believe that you found each other and can actually be yourselves around. It helps that you’re both gross.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

- I’m a Believer ‘Smash Mouth’

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt8NtfFSoIo)

You didn’t want to get out of bed, no way it was still the Winter Break dammit you were going to sleep in and probably for the rest of the day. That would be okay right? Just veg out and do nothing? There was surprisingly more work in doing nothing that most people thought.

Sighing softly, you kept your eyes closed and further snuggled into your pillow, but then a soft snore interrupted you from going back to sleep once you remembered it all. That’s right, you invited your boyfriend to sleep with you in your bed behind Iida’s back last night.

Nothing would stop you from letting your beloved Shinsou in your room as you opened your eyes to admire him as he still had his eyes closed and slept peacefully. Wow, he was actually asleep, you knew that bit of chamomile would actually help the poor thing with his insomnia. Not that you had a good sleep schedule either, hell no you stood up WAY too late and were possibly insomniac too but still, you worried more for him than yourself.

And you were glad that he was sleeping because he looked actually even more beautiful asleep, well, right now at least. There were times where he was NOT cute when he slept, some nights he’d snore a little louder than usual, cling to you like you were a lifeline, and then sometimes he’d do more than snore in his sleep…

But you put up with all of that, because you knew you weren’t the cutest when you slept either. And Shinsou was a very attractive boy, not everyone saw it but you did. He had a very handsome face, such soft, disheveled hair and skin so smooth you never wanted to stop touching it. You found your hand carefully and gently petting his soft, purple locks as it didn’t seem to wake him up yet.

How you were lucky enough to meet such a magnetic force of a man you never knew. He had your snarky sense of humor, awesome taste in music, but he was kinder than he let on, and he was also brilliant, charismatic and very strong. Strong enough to carry you in his arms and over his shoulders. Now that was attractive, everything about him was attractive, inside and outside.

And you weren’t the type of person to kick magnetic, funny, kind and strong out of bed for farting up your bedsheets.

Of course Shinsou wasn’t even AWARE of that during some nights (since he was asleep) but you decided not to tell him about that yet to spare the poor guy some embarrassment as you just ran your fingers through his hair as he began to stir a little bit.

Yeah, he was all yours. And you were so happy to have him here with you, for another year and hopefully forever. You thought as your petting slowed down a little bit.

“Don’ s’op…” You could hear him mumble rather tiredly as he kept his eyes closed as you chuckled a little bit, “You’re not a cat you know? Though I suppose you being my boyfriend is no different from having a pet cat.”

He resisted the urge to snicker as those beautiful lavender eyes of his opened to gaze into your (E/C) eyes, they never ceased to fill your heart with excitement every time he looked at you. “If I’m your boyfriend and if I’m your pet cat, then that makes you a furry.”

Oh you adored how much of a smart ass he was, because he always made you laugh as you tried to not laugh outloud when he snickered at you. “Smartass…” You sighed in content, wishing you didn’t wake up but at the same time, it was worth it to get to hear Shinsou talk to you, although you wished he didn’t yawn right in your face when you decided to try and kiss him on the forehead and you let out a small shout of disgust as you sat up and backed away.

“Uggggggh…”

“Oh… sorry…” He sheepishly apologized but was clearly trying and failing to hold in his snickers as you shuddered a bit, “Yeah, that IS sorry… ugh… it was my fault though I waked right into the danger zone that is your morning breath…”

Shinsou scoffed a little bit as he sat up, “Hey it’s not just me, you were going to KISS me with morning breath.” He pointed that out, and it was true, you had REALLY bad breath in the morning. Then again, everyone did right? “Ugh you’re right I can taste it in my mouth…”

You were disgusted with yourself, but there was nothing you could do about it until you got up to go brush your teeth. And you perked up with a small gasp when Shinsou put his hand on your cheek and kissed you gently on the lips, which sent blood rushing to your cheeks as you gladly kissed him back.

“Heh…” Pulling away with a small smirk he got out of bed, “Okay, let’s actually go do something about our morning breath.” He suggested as you nodded slowly, still blushing and smiling somewhat shyly.

“Good idea~!” You sang-songed as Shinsou turned away to let you change into your clothes, and you did so under your sheets so he couldn’t see you putting on the undergarments and so you couldn’t see him changing into some clean clothes he had left here. There were times you thought about sneaking a peek but ultimately decided not to yet.

And little did you know, Shinsou sighed and cringed when he got a whiff of his sleeping shirt upon taking it off. Yeah it was definitely due for a wash after a month, ugh it reeked of old sweat and BO, it really needed to be cleaned. How you didn’t pull away from him even when he smelt like this he’ll never know. Although there were times where he could smell YOUR BO but it wasn’t AS bad as his was at times…

He supposed he was super lucky though to have you as his girlfriend, he adored you because you were just perfect in his eyes. Unorthodox and actually acted like a normal person, but also hilarious and witty. Shinsou was mad for your style in fashion and music, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Not everyone might have thought so, but they must be blind if they couldn’t see what he saw in you.

How he loved to hold your body close to his and feel everything about you, so soft and so you. Everything he grew to love, all your imperfections were perfect to him, and the fact that you loved him when he was being himself made him love you even more.

“Okay… I’m ready…”

“Me too.”

Once Shinsou gave you the clarification that he was decent you got out from under the covers, dressed up in your day clothes and shamelessly looking for your deodorant, “Hold on! First I need to put on deodorant before I go, I stink!” You giggled and Shinsou rolled his eyes with a smirk, but that didn’t sound like a bad idea for him either.

“Mind if I use some?” He actually asked you, but without the shame because he could actually be this casual around you without fear of judgment. Any joke you and he made was all in good fun because both of you knew that you were both…

Gross.

It was another reason why you both got along so well and worked out so well, “Sure, but ya know I like the way you smell without deodorant Hitoshi, something about your BO makes me feel safe~.” You said with a playful smile as he shook his head.

“Really? I don’t know about that, it’s bad… I didn’t wear any yesterday so I’m sure you must have felt really safe.” He said rather breezily as you laughed a little bit, “Oh I could tell… I really could tell based on how you smelt yesterday and when we went to sleep, but… I kinda liked it~.” Gross as it was, you still sounded flirtatious with him as he gave you a bit of a look.

“That’s gross.” Shinsou didn’t mean it of course, he thought that was hilarious but also, sweet? That you apparently didn’t really mind it when he stunk, “But for today you could use some.” However you sounded a BIT more serious that time and Shinsou chuckled and took the deodorant to put on himself.

“Thanks. Take it so you can put more on later, the other day you needed more of it, bad…” He then decided to poke some fun at you as you pouted and stuck your tongue at him when he started to put his jacket on, “Hey! I can’t help it when I sweat! But I will take it because that is true… it’s like a rainforest down there sometimes…”

Shinsou resisted the urge to laugh when you talked so casually about your pits, but he didn’t mind if you sweat because frankly he did too, and your first date with him included you, him and a LOT of stress sweat. And if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t mind if you didn’t shave every now and then. A little hair in places never hurt anyone, “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that…” But he was kinda glad that it was a bit more socially acceptable for boys to not shave.

“Yeah no you’re the lucky one...” You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and put on your own jacket as Shinsou smiled and opened the door for you to walk out of. But before the two of you left, you both went to the bathroom first to take care of that morning breath and came back to each other smelling a lot better.

“So what’s the plan today love?” He asked you somewhat lazily but not without affection since it was still just you and him in this floor and you giggled and shrugged your shoulders with a smile.

“Ya know I don’t know… I definitely wanna hit up some Starbucks… maybe buy a cookie somewhere… and probably see a movie. Denki, Fumikage, Kyoka and Yuga… we were talking about it and they thought it’d be fun~.” You announced and that seemed to surprise Shinsou, but he had learned to not really mind your friends. In fact, he liked your friends, they were his new classmates and became his friends.

Aside from you, Kaminari was the first friend he made in 1-A along with Midoriya, Tokoyami was cool, liked MCR and he could hang, Jirou was tolerable and he gained an odd soft spot for Aoyama. He enjoyed MCR like he and Tokoyami did.

“Not a bad idea… just as long as it’s a long movie. Kaminari and Tokoyami have such tiny bladders it’s hilarious and I wanna see the looks on their faces when I call them out when they get up to go.” Shinsou snickered a bit, deciding that going to the movies would be fun for him if it meant getting to make some fun at his friend’s expense.

“HA! Okay just because those two go through multiple potty breaks during movies don’t mean you can make fun of em.” You tried to defend them though, even if it WAS hilarious. And to be honest you were NOT above making fun or teasing your friends with Shinsou even behind their back sometimes…

It was funny!

“C’mon (Y/N) they make it easy… remember when we saw IT: Chapter 2? Tokoyami had to get up to go to the restroom like 6 times… and he only got up to go with Kaminari because Kaminari was actually brave enough to get up and say that he had to pee, and the Gods know Tokoyami would rather die than actually say it. And he had the SMALLEST soda cup (Y/N). The SMALLEST one.” Shinsou clearly recollected the time when all six of them went to go to the movies, which was hell for Kaminari and Tokoyami, who needed multiple bathroom breaks while Jirou and Aoyama were either more sensible or durable when it came to drinking.

“Tell me about it! Denki and Fumikage have the smallest bladders in the world! They shouldn’t be drinking at all! Fumi goes to Starbucks and gets the tall drinks, and that’s literally only 12 ounces, Denki and the others go for the grandes which are 16 ounces. And then Fumi waits for either you, Denki or Yuga or to say you gotta go pee so he could follow either one of you guys!” You didn’t mean to laugh at your friend or even add onto it but you noticed your friends’ habits and you thought it was funny, even if you did feel bad for making fun of them afterwards.

“I know, it’s embarrassing.” Shinsou however, had a little bit more fun at his friend’s expense since that was just how he was.

“Hitoshi… I mean that’s funny, but don’t make fun of someone for peeing a lot. At least he didn’t actually pee in the theater.” You put your hands on your hips as if you were scolding him as Shinsou blushed rosy pink and looked away for a moment when he remembered what you were talking about.

“I didn’t wanna miss a second of the movie… I had been waiting for the second part since 2017...”

Was his excuse even though you shook your head with a small chuckle, since that day, rather than get up to go to the bathroom like a normal person, Shinsou instead decided to pee in his empty soda cup and you were kind enough to cover him and keep a look out for anyone who might have been around to potentially witness. And the two of you had to stay quiet when some other people in the theater started to complain about a smell in the back row and even Kaminari commented on it but neither you or Shinsou said a word.

“I know Hitoshi and I love you you sweet precious dork… but please don’t pee in the cup this time.” You kinda begged for him since you both drunk and shared that cup until he went and peed in it and rendered it useless and you didn’t want to ask Jirou if you could drink out of her’s. He sighed in slight embarrassment though as he scratched the back of his neck, “Don’t worry I won’t… what do you think we should see anyway though?”

But now you had to think about what you COULD watch since there were only so many movies out right now, “Hmm… I was thinking maybe we could play it by ear once we all get there after Starbucks…” You thought outloud and Shinsou shrugged his shoulders.

“Going spontaneous, okay cool.” However he had no problem with that at all as you smiled and texted up your little grip as the two of you walked out of the place with him to exit the dorms. And you waved at your other friends like Midoriya, Uraraka and Ashido as the two of you left.

You smiled and sighed in content when you felt the cool winter air hit your face, and Shinsou took your hand in his to keep you warm as the two of you walked and headed into town.

“Hey Toshi… remember the first movie we saw together?” You and Shinsou weren’t exactly one for small talk, but you made it with each other since you both made exceptions for each other.

“You know what? I do remember. Shrek… of all movies.” He smirked a bit in amusement, since you were both painfully awkward around each other in the beginning even before the two of you got to UA.

Sure you actually managed to get in the Hero Course before he did (despite what you said about your quirk being lame) and it took him about a year before he got in with you, but it didn’t stop you both from seeing each other. Hell, the two of you have been friends since middle school since you both had similar interests and similarly introverted personalities. But it was only last year that you finally invited him over to your house, well, you kinda had to since you were both stuck in the rain and your house was closest.

“Hey it’s one of my favorite movies! It totally subverts all the clichés from fairy tales and romantic love stories!”

Shinsou paid attention to you, and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement with that, “Yeah you got a point… I liked the music too… and Shrek’s character. He’s a smart aleck, but he’s actually smart.” He smiled a bit when he thought about the movie. It was nostalgic and down-to-earth, and funny as hell too.

“I know right?! I love Shrek! He’s an underdog in the cliched word of fairytales! And we get to see from his point of view and he’s super likable. He’s gross, but that’s what makes him charming, everyone’s so shy to be gross nowadays… I get it, but gross makes us human ya know? He’s the most human protagonist I’ve seen in a long time and I can relate to that…” You kinda went on and on about why you enjoyed Shrek so much and Shinsou had to agree with you on that.

He was shy to be gross, well, not in private, but when it came to you he was very shy in the beginning but you were so casual and even talked about your own grossness such as talking about how bad you stunk or about how you enjoyed burping outloud and it made Shinsou gradually comfortable with himself around you.

“Yeah… I do know actually.” Shinsou started to smile a little bit. He really could relate to Shrek, that was the weird part. But it was true, since Shinsou was a pessimist when it came to love and didn’t see himself falling in love, let alone someone else falling in love with him. Shinsou didn’t find himself conventionally attractive and his personality drove some people away because they thought he was weird or ‘villainous’ looking, but not you. You always called him attractive and a hero, and somehow you made him feel attractive because of the way you looked at him with a flustered and enamored smile, which made him fall even more in love with you.

Hell, he started believing in love because of you. Maybe it was an accident, maybe he accidentally fell in love with you, but he was glad he did. Because he fucking adored you…

“Yeah! Hehe it was awesome… then you and I just ate all the snacks in my fridge and I challenged you to a burping contest.” You giggled at the memory, even though you were a LITTLE embarrassed you couldn’t stop the first belch that left you that night. But Shinsou was more amused than disgusted by it, and burped just as loud as you did to make you feel better.

“You’re still better at that than me when it comes to burping ya know?” Shinsou playfully nudged you as you snickered and looked rather proud, “Ohoho yeah… it’s a gift~. I’ll never be as good as Shrek but I’m good~.” You said with a big smile which made Shinsou smile at you tenderly.

Other people might have found you weird or gross, but every time you smiled, it was always beautiful to him. He felt like he was standing in sunshine every time he saw you smile, and at times he felt like he didn’t deserve it. Yet still he had you with him, and he knew he was one lucky guy.

“It’s a good movie. Oddly enough it has a good message. It’s okay to be gross.” He spoke his thoughts since it was true. If Shrek could find love, then he certainly could find love, and he did! You were his Princess Fiona.

He was gross and you were gross too, but he could be honest with you and you could too. He told you that he pees in the shower, you said that you pick your nose when people aren’t looking. Unfiltered and honest. It was yours and his love story.

“Exactly! And being gross is a form of love!” You happily agreed and gave him a big thumbs up as he smirked at you.

Yeah that’s true… after all, having a girlfriend like you means I can fart in bed and enjoy a nice cup of coffee and some ice cream. And it’s great.” He shared his sentiment as you burst into laughter.

“HAHAHA! Oh I know, you’ve done that plenty of times…” You kinda teased him as he tried not to snicker, but couldn’t stop himself from blushing.

“Oh like you’re not guilty of that? Don’t act like you’re not, because I know you do it. I’m in your room half the time after all.” And he turned it over to you as you stuck your tongue at him, “Hey it’s my room! And a person’s room and their bed is their trap for their own farts, and I can fart in my own room whenever I want, it’s my room!” You defended yourself though, and Shinsou couldn’t really argue with that.

“Okay I’ll give you that…”

He chuckled, and not once did he stop holding your hand as you hugged his arm when you both made it to Starbucks, and he only let you go so he could open the door for you. And you weren’t one of those women who got pissed at a guy for doing that, no you liked it when your Shinsou was being a gentleman.

“Thank you~.”

You happily thanked him as he nodded and followed you in and saw all of your friends there consisting of Kaminari, Tokoyami, Jirou and Aoyama.

“Hey! Shinsou! (L/N)!”

“Good morning.”

“Hey you guys.”

“Bonjour my friend~.”

“Hey Kyoka~! Denki~! Fumi~! Yuga~!” You sang-songed and waved to them as Shinsou gave them all a casual ‘Hey’ as all of you ordered your coffees and snacks for the morning.

And you and Shinsou were already secretly making fun of Kaminari and Tokoyami when it was time to leave but Kaminari announced that he needed to pee, with a very shy and self-conscious Tokoyami following him.

“What’d I tell ya?” Shinsou quietly whispered to you as you snickered and shook your head, lightly smacking his shoulder. “You’re mean Hitoshi…” But you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling, and it amused and touched both Jirou and Aoyama.

They knew how in love you and Shinsou were, it was so obvious but it was beautiful to see. “So (Y/N), did you guys decide on what movie to see?” Jirou however decided to ask you since that’s something she’d been wondering since she met up with these guys.

“Ah… well…! I haven’t seen Black Christmas… it’s a movie about women kicking butt I hear! I know Christmas technically already passed but I feel like seeing that kinda flick to pretend that the New Year isn’t already here…” You suggested with a fairly blasé tone which made Jirou smile a little bit.

“Women kicking butt? I’m down with that kinda flick.” To your relief, Jirou seemed pretty cool with seeing that kind of movie.

“Ah! I would also enjoy seeing it~. I’m a fan of those kind of movies.” Aoyama smiled at the thought and you smiled at the guy. He was definitely an ally to women and that’s why you considered him a dear friend.

“So it’s settled. Kaminari and Tokoyami will like that, we’ll just wait til they’re done pissing and we can get going.” Shinsou was clearly happy with the suggestion, but had to make some more fun of their friends as it sent you, Jirou and Aoyama into a fit of snickers.

“Are you going to call them out on that?” Somehow Jirou seemed to read Shinsou’s mind since she had gotten along pretty well with him since he was your boyfriend and she was your closest gal-pal. “Oh yeah, that’s the plan when we get to the theater.” He smirked and nodded which made the girl snicker since she always enjoyed teasing Kaminari and seeing him act all embarrassed for a change.

“You have a wicked sense of humor mon ami.” Aoyama was a bit more sympathetic for the two, since the silly Kaminari and the edgy Tokoyami were the easiest ones to make fun of in their little group. Although even Aoyama, arguably the nicest one of their little group, couldn’t stop himself from giggling whenever a joke was made at their expense.

“Yeah… that’s me.” Shinsou didn’t deny it though, and you didn’t mind it as you grinned, “And I love it~.” You admitted rather happily and hugged his arm yet again which made your boyfriend blush quite madly as he couldn’t help but smile at you.

“And I love you.” He quietly whispered to you which made you giggle and blush an even darker shade of red, and Aoyama and Jirou also started to blush as they averted their eyes. Even as the embarrassed Kaminari and Tokoyami returned to just see their friends all blushing.

“Is everyone all right?” Tokoyami politely asked, and you quickly laughed and shook your head to reassure the raven. “Yeah! It’s all good… hee-hee… now c’mon you guys, we’re going to see Black Christmas!” You announced rather happily which made Kaminari and Tokoyami perk up a little bit.

“Oh! That movie about the girls fighting back? Awesome! I can’t wait now!” Kaminari might have been a flirt, but he clearly had more respect for women that the bigger pervert Mineta. And Jirou couldn’t help but like that about him…

“Good choice. I’ve been wanting to see that one too.” And Tokoyami agreed, and admittedly he was interested from the moment he saw the title ‘Black Christmas’ which implied horror AND Christmas, what a delightfully wicked combination of genres.

“All riiiiight~!!” You cheered with your hands up as you and Shinsou led your little group and hugged his arm the entire time and he couldn’t help but smile. He was in the Hero Course had friends and a beautiful girlfriend, and you were so happy that he was in the Hero course with you as your boyfriend.

And they knew that the two of you were happy and so very much in love. Even if at times it was a little bit icky since Kaminari, Tokoyami, Jirou and Aoyama were partially aware of how gross you both could be based on the jokes you made together.

Plus, the group was there for you during your first date with Shinsou, and both of you came back sweaty messes because you were both insanely nervous. Jirou had to bring you extra deodorant and perfume because you were worried about your smell, and Kaminari, Tokoyami and Aoyama had to help Shinsou blot and give him body spray and a hairbrush when his sweat became a problem. In hindsight the group was starting to think that maybe you and Shinsou shouldn’t have gone on a date when the sun was at it’s highest point in the sky.

Yet, the two of you both came back a relaxed and happy new couple because you both forgot about how gross you both were. Shinsou didn’t mind a little perspiration because sweating was perfectly natural, and you didn’t mind him sweating either because you were sweating just as badly as he was and didn’t judge him. Hell, knowing that you were both insanely nervous actually made you both feel better and more comfortable around each other.

It was adorable, and actually really romantic. Albeit in a rather icky kind of way, but not all love stories are the same.

You and Shinsou both knew that too, and you both believed in love a little bit more since you were together, could be gross together and could be yourselves around each other.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer Not a trace, of doubt in my mind I'm in love, and I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried...

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zwiezraczek · 4 years

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Helloo!! Can I please request 1 &11 she/her with Warren? and don’t worry, take your time!💕 :D

Haunting [Blurb]

1." You don’t need nobody else, but me.” 11. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

Warning: violence (very small)

Requests are open!

Note: I was DREAMING about writing something for Warren because I love writing characters like him, playing with the "savage" part it's always so pleasing to not write pure fluff - even if I love fluff but I have to confess angst is like my péché mignon haha - Thank you :D nonnie! 💕

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Once, they tried to cut your tongue. Whoever they were, they had heard about your mutation, they knew about it. Your parents warned you about it, but you refused to hide it, living a careless life as you sang to have whatever you wanted. You were the Siren. Every mutant loved you, because you knew how they wanted you to be. You had everything you ever wanted when you opened your mouth, you had everything... But confidence. The only thing you lacked during your whole life, because you were never you, but the one they wanted you to be, you were the Siren and not y/n anymore. You were whatever they saw in you during that particular moment, you were what you created for them. You had done some things that you couldn't speak. You had lost yourself and never found again. But somehow, you liked it. You got used to it.

And then, they caught you, as you were walking in the streets with one of your friends, a bottle of beer in one hand, one boot on your left foot, and your pure laugh enchanting the ones around you. Enchanting ever single one of them, but him. You felt chills going down your spine, as your body tensed immediately after and you looked up in the sky. You saw these wings, immaculate in the pale moonlight. A majestic flying creature, right there, above your fuzzy head. Your friend stood astonished besides you, almost frozen on their foot, mouth agape, it was the first time you saw them like this – since the time you wanted them to shut up and sang it to them.

The man stood in front of you, his body probably made by the gods themselves, from the same mythology you thought you belonged to. His golden locks fell on his forehead as his piercing pearly green eyes looked right at you. You smiled, as always.

“Pretty white-winged boy,” you cooed, lips round, as he stood in front of you with his arms along his sides.

“You're driving me crazy, you know that,” he replied, folding his wings behind his back. How majestic, you thought as you put a finger on your lower lip.

“I do,” you asked and fluttered your eyelashes.

“You're a pain in the ass to find,” he admitted before he started to walk towards you, “and everybody knows how precious your voice is, and how much it annoys some.” He stood right in front of you now, he was way taller than you, but you didn't seem intimidated by him. A rule of thumb: to be feared despite being small and almost fragile. His breath against your face, you smiled.

“But I'm so nice to everybody, I'm just a little singer, I want no harm,” you playfully said, shifting your balance from one leg to the other as a little girl.

“That's not what they say,” he replied, not wanting to toy with you anymore. Suddenly, he put a towel against your mouth and you wanted to scream, but your voice was muffled but the fabric itself. Nobody reacted. Not even your friend.

You looked into his pearly eyes, as you slowly drifted away, you cursed them. You cursed him. You cursed these green pearls, you cursed your inattentiveness. You cursed.

And when you woke up, in a small dark room, tied up to a metallic chair you knew: you were in big trouble. You tried to remember who wanted your death – probably a lot of people in town – but without any particular success. And as you tried to speak, you felt a fabric in your mouth, only now, your mouth half open and sore. Great, you thought. A noise tickled your ears. Somebody was here, a group of men coming in, one with a knife, the others in black suits and the boss – from what you could notice.

Delicately, they took off what restrained your mouth and as you tried to speak, to yell, to cry, you couldn't make a sound. Fuck. What have they done to your throat...? The man right infront of you smirked, his mischievous eyes gazing at you as he walked next to you, now holding the knife the other man had.

“Well, well, well, isn't it our Siren,” he asked playfully before seizing your chin, “of course it is. Look at this pretty face getting whatever she wants, being so easy to catch even whenshe knew that she made a huge mistake last time.” Being more specific would be appreciated, you thought, knowing how many people wanted you dead or working off for what you messed up. “So today, I decided to end your career, Siren, with this little tool ofmine, a beautiful knife, for a beautiful tongue.” Your eyes widened. Being quiet for the rest of your life, being mute, being powerless. You shook your head vigorously. He caressed your cheeks with the blade and you froze. “But, if you work with me, for me, this little tongue of yours will be safe in your little bitchy mouth. Do we have a deal.”

You nodded.

~~~

You ended up working there, for a longer time than intended. Nobody seemed to be too surprised to see you there – even the ones you fooled a couple of times – you were the Siren after all, and your boss always had what he wanted. And he got the Siren and Archangel. Two mythical creatures. You were unstoppable. At least, you felt that way. Warren, because he preferred being called by his name, was unstoppable – and you remembered it: how easily he got you into his – not elaborated at all – trap. How dumb you felt when the boss had the knife against your cheek, and how ridiculous you were. The Siren, voiceless, begging for forgiveness. You never forgot that moment.

Even when the boss invited all of you to the club, a club he owned, to celebrate his new position in town. You couldn't care less. But free drinks and music were served on a golden plate to you, and, as a Siren, you couldn't refuse. When you entered the changing room to grab your bag and your belongings, you saw Warren. And the boss asked you to ask him to come – apparently, the guy was pretty fun at parties from what the other mutants said: drinking, flirting, dancing, kissing and all that stuff.

“Hey, shitface,” you shouted across to him and he immediately turned back to look at you, angry as usual, “tonight the boss invites us to a party or whatever. Asked me to ask you.”

“To ask me out,” he puffed as he looked in disbelief yet amused.

“If you wanna fuck the boss, you do you,” you replied, “not my thing, but you know I respect your choice. The man's scary with a knife and you're probably into knife play.”

“What makes you say that, filthy fish?”

“You wish I was your fish, bridy,” you teased him with a wink as he groaned, “your torso scars? The fact you used to fight in a cage with people probably throwing knives at you, just like in a circus, you know?”

“No, I don't know,” he replied pushing the door of his locker. You stood there, your back against yours, looking at him.

“Kinky, little, bird,” you said, every word rolling out your tongue to play with him, as he played with you. You couldn't forgive him for that night he drugged you to bring you here. Quickly, you found yourself pushed a little more against the locker, with his strong hand as he looked at you with rage. Exactly what you wanted. And you got it, without singing.

“Don't you fuck with me,” he warned you as you carelessly walked your fingers up from his cheek to his temple.

“And what if I do want to, birdy,” you asked, biting your lower lip. “What should I do then, huh?”

“You should be fucking scared,” he growled, his forehead against yours. “Shit scared.”

“I've seen worse, birdy,” you teased, your index wandering down the bridge of his nose after you pushed him back a little. “A filthy fish isn't afraid of a white-winged birdy.”

“You know what they say about me,” he said, nose up, a smirk on his face as you could see lust on his pretty face.

“Never heard a word,” you replied, your mouth staying slightly open drawing a little smile on your face.

“That you don't need nobody else, but me.” You chuckled, pulling him now, your fierce eyes looking at him, and with a smirk on your lips you said.

“Really? I thought people said this about me.”

“Wanna find out,” he replied, a flirtatious smirk on his pretty face

“Probably...”

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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[yoliebloop]

Hey bitch, What’s your fucking name? Um, you can chill. I’m not telling you now.

what color are your nails? They’re not painted.

last time you got some ass? Never.

do your parents like your style/music choices? My mom and I like a lot of the same music. My dad and I like some of the same stuff as well.

ever been verbally abused? No.

ever been in a fight? why? Not a physical one. I’m not a fighter and I’ve never been in the position where I or someone else wanted to fight, thankfully.

do you believe in God? Yes.

describe your looks? Trash.

in 4 words describe your day. I didn’t drag myself outta bed until 6 and now it’s 10, so in that short amount of time I’ve just had coffee, caught up on social media, watched TV, had dinner, and now here we are.

when did you last break down? Last night. did you take mirror pictures a lot? Back in the Myspace days.

what do you do before you sleep? My nighttime routine consists of scrolling through Tumblr, doing surveys, and listening to ASMR.

what time do you fall asleep on school nights? I’m done with school.

one season forever - which one? Fall.

do you use hair products? Just shampoo and detangling spray.

what's the worst thing about your school? --

what food do you always have in your house? Ramen.

last time you showered? Last night.

ever seen your parents make out? No.

who was your first kiss? My boyfriend at the time, Derek.

what's your dream height and weight? I wish I were taller and weighed a little more.

do you put your hair up a lot or down? It’s always up in a messy bun cause I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything with it.

most of the time do you straighten or curl your hair? Neither.

what do you do when your house loses power? Thankfully, we’ve only experienced power outages that lasted a couple hours at most so we just wait it out, really.

what piercing do you hate? I’m not big on piercings, but I don’t hate any. were you raised in a religious house? No.

do your parents get mad when your on the computer for hours? No, I’m 31 years old.

what kind of iPod do you have? I have an iPod Touch still, but it’s been stored away, unused, since like 2012.

have you ever been asked for a nude picture? Yes.

what's your favorite thing about your crush/bf/gf? I don’t have a crush or boyfriend.

what's the worst thing? --

ever been so scared you pissed? No.

can you watch scary movies at night and not be scared? Yeah.

would you rather be held or kissed? can't have both pick one! Kissed.

do you use a watch or a cell phone? I just use my phone.

last reason you got your cell taken away? I’ve never had a phone taken away.

When you cry is it usually hard to breathe? Yeah, cause I’m worked up and then my nose gets all stuffed up as well.

what song can bring you down? Sad ones.

On rainy days what are you mostly doing? I don’t do anything different.

Do you listen to sad music when your upset? Sometimes. I don’t turn to music as much anymore, though.

Has anyone laughed in your face when your crying? Wow, no.

If you get the chance to kill your enemy, would you? I don’t want to commit murder and I don’t have any enemies.

if your in a hurry how do you do your hair? Like I said, it’s always up in a messy bun regardless.

Style?(classy,trashy,goth) Super casual.

What's your current dream job I don’t have one.

what song is always playing on your iPod/stereo? I haven’t been listening to music much.

when you cry can you speak clearly? No. I don’t want to talk when I’m crying and upset.

What would you do if your parent hit you? Wow... I don’t know. I can’t imagine my parents ever doing that.

What's your most common mood? Sad, moody, irritable.

what's your grades in school/what were your grades? I always got As and Bs.

do you like poems? Some. I don’t read much poetry.

do you quote lyrics on your status often? Not anymore, but I used to.

what band would you love to hang out with? Hmm.

who has your heart right now? Myself.

have you ever felt so hurt you can't move? Yes.

do you wear your jammies all day on weekends? My jammies are also what I wear during the day, which are leggings and oversized graphic tees.

take out the 2nd and 3rd letter of your name, how would it be spelled? Sphanie.

would your rather never hear or never see?(just pick one) Ah, I don’t know.

Have you ever caught your ex cheating? No.

ever see yourself going to jail? No. does your family look down on you? No. I look down on myself, though.

last song you sang? I don’t remember.

do you know all the words to your top 3 favorite songs? I couldn’t choose my top 3 favorite songs.

when you lie to someone can you look at them in eyes? No.

do think Jerry Springer is fake? Absolutely.

Megan Fox or Kat Von D? I’m not a fan of either one. Nothing against them or anything, I’m just not.

has the last person you kissed slept with more then 3 girls? I’m sure.

ever been tested for any STD's? No, I’ve never needed to be.

what's on your take of music these days? I like a lot of it.

do you make your bed? It stays made cause I sleep on top and just use a throw blanket that I keep to the side.

what food item could you live off of? I eat ramen everyday, but that’s just one meal. I couldn’t just eat that or any one thing forever.

how much money did you last spend? A little over $30.

do you think its weird when girls change in front of their bf/gf? No?

to do like Techno, Rock, or Rap remixes of songs? Some.

can you name one song by the Beatles? “I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”

this Christmas, what do you want but cant have? I don’t know what I want, yet.

tongue ever hurt from eating to much sour candy? It doesn’t take much for my mouth and tongue to get irritated, which is why I’m not a fan of sour stuff. Or just the sour taste in general. I did used to like Sour Skittles, but yeah those really messed up my tongue.

rather get Chinese or pizza delivered? Pizza.

do you like cartoon or anime? Cartoons.

do you think anime porn is kind of creepy? I don’t get the hentai thing, sorry.

are glasses hot to you? Some guys do look good in them.

what do/did you usually eat at school lunches? In elementary school I liked the pizza, burritos, and chicken sandwiches. In middle school I brought my lunch a lot of the time. In high school I got school lunch during my freshman year, which was the same stuff for the most part and then the other years I brought my own.

get a new camera or new phone? I just got a new phone this past Christmas and I use the camera on my phone, so I don’t have a need for a new camera either.

do your parents have time limits on phone calls? I’m 31 years old, but no back in the day they didn’t so long as I did my homework.

what about when you have to be in bed? When I was a kid, yeah.

does short hair girls mean there a lezbo? No...

would you change your eye color? Yeah, I’d love to have blue or green.

last person that saw you naked (can't be yourself) That’s it, though.

ever kissed someone half naked? No.

is being sweaty nasty? Ugh, yes.

do you wax, shave, or pluck your eyebrows? I pluck them.

would you spend 5,000 for hairless armpits and legs forever? Nah, I’ll just shave.

do you think its gay for male swimmers to shave there legs? No...

can you talk about your flaws and not be embarrassed? I own my flaws.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Swan Song: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,729

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Your plan of getting Dean to trust you again isn’t going so well. He won’t even look at you, much less be in the same room as you. The only way he’s willing to work with you right now is because you’re dealing with the devil, and he knows your magic will come in handy. It’s kind of hard to get him to trust you when he won’t even give you the time of day.

Instead, you decide to rant to Sam about what’s been going on since he’s on your side. He’s the only one right now who you can freely talk to about this. Your dad would only try and side with Dean since they were close growing up.

“I acted on impulse, Sam. I never should have done what I did,” you whisper painfully.

You and Sam sat on the hood of Baby while drinking alcohol. He had a beer while you had bottled wine. You’ve had beer before, but you like wine better.

“I know,” he nods.

“If I can’t defeat Lucifer, Dean’s going to leave me. I can feel it. He won’t even look at me.”

“It’s not your responsibility to defeat Lucifer.”

“I’m the oldest, Sam. When Dean didn’t, I looked after you. Hell, I looked after Dean sometimes. It’s why Dean and I don’t want you to say yes to Lucifer. I look at you and see the six-year-old boy who was scared to sleep with the lights off. I see the boy who could only fall asleep when I sang to him. I keep forgetting you’re an adult now. My maternal instincts started with you, and I regret not passing them onto my daughter. I have to defeat Lucifer if Dean’s going to trust me again. I don’t know what else to do. I’m losing him.”

“We’ll figure this out together. You always got me, remember?” he says and brings you into a side hug.

“Yeah, I got you,” you sigh lightly and rest your head against his chest and close your eyes.

“Hey,” Dean calls as he approaches you two.

You turn back around so that you’re facing away from him. You know he’s going to talk to Sam and only him. Dean reaches down into the cooler to retrieve a beer for himself. He leans against the passenger’s side door with his back turned to both of you.

“Hey,” Sam replies. Dean takes a long pause as he plays with the cap of his bottle. “Dean? What's going on?”

“I’m in.”

“In with…?”

“The whole ‘up with Satan’ thing. I'm on board.”

“You're gonna let me say yes?” Sam asks, swinging his legs to the side so they are hanging off the side of the car.

“No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown—well, overgrown—man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play.”

“That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say.”

“Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, the truth is... it’s always been my job to watch after you. But more than that, it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But I do know that if anybody can do it, it's you.”

“Thank you.”

“If this is what you want... Is this really what you want?” he asks and looks at his brother from over his shoulder.

“I let him out. I got to put him back in.”

“Okay. That's it, then,” he shrugs and takes another swig of his beer.

If only he can use that logic and reasoning towards you. While you understand the gravity of your mistake, and how it’s affecting him, he has to take some initiative towards you. He hasn’t even tried to put himself in your shoes which is the most upsetting. It’s like he doesn’t want to try and work this out—like he’s given up on you.

It’s not like you haven’t made grave mistakes in the past. He’s forgiven those. Why is he holding onto this so strongly?

Your dad found a demon hideout because if Sam is going to defeat the devil, then he is going to need all the power he can get. No one likes this, but that means he needs to drink buckets of demon blood. Your magic isn’t going to be enough to take down Lucifer, but it may work with Sam’s power.

You just finished drying out the last demon, and you cap the gallon bottle full of his blood. It’s grosses you out to every extent, but it’s necessary. You take two jugs out to the car, and Castiel and Sam take the other four. Dean isn’t happy about this and leaves to go to your father’s side. You place the two jugs in the trunk of Baby, wipe off your hands, and head over to the duo.

“What do you got?” Dean asks, getting down to business.

“Not much. Do these look like omens to you?” he hands Dean a newspaper, and passes one to you since he knows you’re hovering. “There’s a cyclone in Florida, a temperature drop in Detroit, and wildfires in L.A.”

“Wait, what about Detroit?” you ask with a frown.

“The temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown.”

“That's the one. Devil's in Detroit,” you say with certainty.

“Really? As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He told us himself… in 2014,” you say and make eye contact with Dean for a few seconds.

“Good enough for me,” your dad shrugs and packs up his stuff.

“I really messed up, you know,” you say to Amara.

She stands in front of you with a calm exterior. It’s been a while since you’ve dreamt of her, but you’re glad you are now. It’s weird to say, but you feel safe with her right now. No one is telling you how she’s evil and trying to take over the world. Right now, it’s just you and her and no one else.

“I know. But don’t think it’s the end for you.”

“The only person I want a kid with is Dean.”

“Good things come to those who wait. Sometimes, it’s necessary to fall in order to climb. Things happen for a reason.”

“Like Sam saying yes to your nephew?”

“That’s one of the things, yes,” she says and puts an arm around your shoulder to comfort you.

“Can he do it? Can he shove Lucifer back in his cage?”

“I don’t have the answer to that. Just know that everything is going to be okay. I may be locked away, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still make a difference.”

“What does that mean?” you ask, but she’s already fading. Your consciousness is starting to take control. “Amara?”

The drive to Detroit is long and far, so you thought you better get in a good nap before the big fight. You’re going to need all of your energy if you’re going to defeat the devil in a few hours. Since Castiel doesn’t have his powers anymore, he’s napping with you in the back seat. His head is resting on your shoulder, and your head is on his. Dean went over a bump which is why you woke up.

“Sam, I got a bad feeling about this,” Dean sighs.

You don’t make it known that you’re awake because you want to know what they talk about when they think you’re not listening. So, you keep your eyes close and wait.

“Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it.”

“You know what I mean. It’s about Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are. Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't.”

“Dean, I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings,” Sam sighs. He turns his head to look at you before turning back to normal. “Hey, I have to ask you something.”

“What?”

“What are you really afraid of?”

“What are you talking about?”

“With Y/N. She’s been working her ass off to try and make things right, but you’re not giving it the same attention.”

“Why are we having this conversation again? Seriously, leave me alone about it.”

“I might die today. Sue me for tying up loose ends.”

“Well, I appreciate you looking out for me, but stop it.”

“I’m serious, Dean. You’re not treating her fairly.”

“What can I say? She’s not the person I thought she was. I can’t forgive her this easily. Now, I don’t want to talk about it anymore so stop asking me.”

“Okay, on another note, if this thing goes our way and I triple Lindy into that box… y-you know I'm not coming back.”

“Yeah, I'm aware.”

“So, you got to promise me something.”

“Okay. Yeah. Anything.”

“You got to promise not to try to bring me back,” he says slowly, and the whole car is just silent.

“What? No, I didn't sign up for that. Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me just to sit by and do nothing?” he exclaims but lowers his voice when he remembers that you and Castiel are sleeping… well, Castiel is.

“Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky.”

“As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there,” he scoffs.

“Yeah, you are. You don't have a choice.”

“You can't ask me to do this.”

“I'm sorry, Dean. You have to.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Make it work with Y/N or you find someone who’s dumb enough to take you in. You have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me,” he urges.

Dean doesn’t answer because he’s too emotional to even think. The thought of Dean being with another woman just breaks your heart. You have to defeat Lucifer so that you can restore your relationship.

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You Walked Away

Hey loves here is another story I am working on.

I have so many going, ideas just keep flowling.

Warning: 18+ ONLY. VIOLENCE,smut talk.

Please do not post my wok anywhere else.

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Italics - Flash backs

Bold- Your thoughts

Regular - Deans thoughts

Strike-through - Lyrics

“Nothings that bad, if it feels good..” Dean woke up out a cold sweat. “Dean, you ok?” looking over at his younger brother, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Ye… Yeah..” He had a dream. About her. Again. Three nights in a row. His only true one. She was a leader. She was a force. She was….you.

Taking a shower Dean thought about your face smirking at him as the two of you sprinted out of the dinner without paying. Both running until your lungs hurt, laughing as you hid behind the trees in the forest. He grabbed your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your lips. The sheer force causing your lips to slightly bruise. “Hey! There they are!” The owner shouted seeing you two from the flashlight that shone in the forest. “RUN!” You Hollard grabbing his hand tightly. Sure to not let go.

“Dean?” Sam asked as he drove baby, going with the curves of the road. “You look like you seen a monster.” “Not a monster..” Dean mumbled. “One of the only two women I ever loved.” Sam knew who he was talking about. Not Lisa. The one who was his ride or die. The one who held Sammy’s hand tightly as they crossed the road to the ice cream shop. The one who pulled a gun on a werewolf who chased him when he was eight.

“Thanks Bobby, This fuckin Wendigo sent me through the fuckin ringer.” You laughed a bit, holding the phone with your chin and shoulder as you changed your oil. “Yeah, I am good. Couple cuts. Nothing huge. Chaz is with me.” You finished tightening the bolt. “Yeah, he is a good dog.” Looking over, you smiled at your white German Shepard who slept on the hay barrel. “Yeah, I will stop by soon. Love you too.” Hanging up the phone, you whistled. Chaz stretched and walked to the side of the car. Lowering the jack to the charger, you opened the door for him. Jumping in the front, he laid back down sleeping. Starting the car, you headed to the next destination.

“Sam, is it Washington?” “Oregon Dean.” Sam shook his head annoyed slightly. His mind was obviously preoccupied. “Well, Imma catch some z’s. We got about seven hours.” Dean nodded staring at the road ahead of him thinking of you.

His lip was caught between his teeth as you danced on the stage in the empty bar you two broke into. Watching as you swayed your hips to the music. A thousand demons could crash in here and he would kill them all if meant you to continue your dance. It was his 20th birthday and you wanted to give him a gift. Walking down the stage you grabbed a bottle of bourbon. Putting it in a shot and gave it to him. Dancing on his lap, he almost choked on the shot feeling you rub against him.

Dean looked down at his jeans. “Fuck..” he gritted his teeth seeing a full on boner. The remember those thick curved that made his mouth water. You where a pistol in the bedroom and had him craving you seven years later. There was always a power force when it came to you. When hell was at its worst, and he was in chains… he thought of you.

Pulling into the hotel parking lot, you grabbed your leash for Chaz. “Sorry boy, regulations.” Jumping out of the car, the dog snorted half asleep. Walking into the hotel, you checked in with ease. After all, no asked questions to a Federal Agent. Opening the door, it was beautiful. Getting situated you open your laptop for a little research. As you looked up the case you where certain it was a djinn.

The next morning you woke up, grabbed your cup of coffee. Your FBI suite was a little more out there than most. It was fitted to well to your body, it caused looks where ever you went. The blue suite with black heels. A crisp white shirt with small blue tie to match. As you opened the door the police station, the young man watched as you walked in. He was handsome, tall and had black hair. He took off his hat nodding to you. “How.. How can I help you mam?” He stuttered slightly. “Hello. Agent Stone with the FBI. I need to see the two bodies that where recently murdered.” Shaking his head he walked you to the morgues office.

“Come on Dean.” Sam hollered as they walked out the door. As they drove, they parked. “Hmm nice car..” Dean looked at the black and red Challenger that sat out of the police station. They walked in to see a young man sitting there. “I am with..” “The FBI?” The man asked confused. “Umm, yes. Agent Smith and Agent Jones.” He nodded. “Your partner is in the morgues office. I’ll walk you back.” Dean looked to Sam confused on who it could be. “Cass?” Dean whispered to Sam. “Not sure.. Maybe Garth?” Shrugging their shoulders, they looked in the office. Dean looked at his phone sending a text to Garth seeing if it was him. Sam patted his arm, stopping out around the door. Dean watched Sam’s jaw drop looking at you. Dean followed his eyes and dropped his phone “Shit..” He whispered. Both men kneeled so they couldn’t be seen through the windows. “Perfect, yeah I would love to take you up on that drink. Hey, I love Karoke!” Dean peered over the window, watching your smile to the corner. You looked so different. Your hair short in a Pixie. He seen your suit and took a deep breath. Your cleavage showing through the white shirt. “We gotta go…” Dean whispered. “NO! you owe her!” Sam growled. “I miss her! She was the only one who rooted me on for Stanford!” Sam went to stand up. Opening the door to the office, you stared at the files, walked passed the men without seeing them. Slipping through the files. Sam couldn’t believe how you had grown. The same confident walk you always had; the rings littered your fingers. He noticed a hand tattoo.

Getting in your car, you peered at the phone number you got. You could afford to let loose a little bit and enjoy your time. After hanging out with Chaz, you took a shower and got ready for your night out. Putting on your dark burgundy lipstick, smokey eye shadow. Wearing tight black jeans that had rips all over. Sliding on your bright red thigh high heeled boots. While most thought they where impractical, you killed more monsters with them than you cared to admit. Sharping the heel, just in case. Wearing a black sequined bra and a white loose shirt hanging over it. Heading to the car, you blasted your music, leaving Chaz with a new bone.

Dean paced back and forth. “We should leave.” “NO!” sam hollered. “We know there is at least 2 or more Djinn that is effecting this place.” Dean nodded sighing. Seeing you shook him to his very core. “Lets go get you some drinks, women, whatever to calm you down.” Sam spoke with a sigh. He knew his brothers vices, one of them used to be you.

“If she leaves I leave!” Dean growled at John. “Wow, you love her.” John laughed a bit shaking his head. “Be careful, they all leave eventually..” Snarling John walked away from his eldest. “I do love her, more than breathing.” “Than… NEVER LET HER GO!” John spoke thinking of Mary. How he missed her, still years later.

Walking into the bar, you went straight to the bar. Three shots of tequila down and whiskey for a chaser. “Love a woman who can handle her whiskey.” The corner spoke smiling at her. “Hey Jesse!” You smiled at the handsome man. “I spoke with your partners after you left. I gave them case files too.” Looking at him slightly confused, your ran through all the hunters you knew. Bobby? No. Garth? Maybe it was Garth. However he implied more than one. Ignoring the thought you started to get on the dance floor. “Are you going to sing?” Jesse asked with a smile on his face. “Sure..” You nodded. “Oh there are your partners!” You looked at the door seeing two men walk in. Your heart beating irregularly. You felt the bar in close on you slightly. “I.. I am going on stage!” “Sure, I will go say hi!” You walked to the stage, grabbing the mic picking the song. “Perfect!” You grabbed the microphone and took the stage. You always seemed to know how to command an audience. “This is to someone who needs to fucking hear this song.” You spoke on the mic. Watching you seen the elder Winchester look at you grabbing the drink he got and walked towards the stage. The music started and you seen two dancers next to you. “We get paid to dance with the karoke singers” the young woman said. Her blonde hair in a pony tail. “Get ready for one hell of a performance.” She smiled annoyed. They probably all said that. “I wanna start this out and say . I gotta get it off my chest . Got no anger, got no malice. Just a little bit of regret . Know nobody else will tell you .So there's some things I gotta say Gonna jot it down and then get it out. And then I'll be on my way” You sang the song by Halsey. This song always making you think of Dean. You swung your hips holding onto the microphone. “No, you're not half the man you think that you are. And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars. I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you. 'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you” Dean listened to the lyrics. His heart was turning at the lyrics. He watched as you took off your white shirt, twirling it over your head. Jumping off the stage in front of him, landing perfectly. You stood toe to toe with him. “Oh, I feel so sorry I feel so sad. I tried to help you. It just made you mad. And I had no warnin'. About who you are. I'm just glad I made it out without breakin' down. And then ran so fuckin' far. That you would never ever touch me again. Won't see your alligator tears. 'Cause, no, I've had enough of them” You shoved his shoulder slightly to have him sit on the stool. Walking away, your ass jiggled as you walked. You grabbed Jesses tie, pushing him against the Colom winking at him to relax him. “Let me start this off by sayin'. I really meant well from the start Take a broken man right in my hands. And then put back all his parts. But you're not half the man you think that you are. And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls and cars. I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you. 'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you” Jesse put his hands on your hips as your sang. He looked at your tattoos and licked his lips unintentionally. You turned around, swinging your hips against his. The whole bar watching intently as you put on a show for them. Walking to the table Dean had his drink on, You jumped up on the cherry wood table, kicking his drink off of it. “Oh, I feel so sorry (I feel so sorry). I feel so sad (I feel so sad). I tried to help you (I tried to help you) It just made you mad. And I had no warnin' (I had no warnin'). About who you are ('bout who you) Just glad I made it out without breakin' down. Oh, I feel so sorry (I feel so sorry). I feel so sad (I feel so sad). I tried to help you (I tried to help you). It just made you mad. And I had no warnin' (I had no) About who you are ('bout who you). 'Bout who you are” A wild child at heart was your call, especially when it came to the man who crushed you more than any god could. As you danced on the table, Dean looked up at you shocked. You pointed at him slightly as you sang. Looking him straight in the eyes. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. 'Cause you're not half the man you think that you are And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars. I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you. 'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you. I feel so sad. You should be sad. You should be. You should be sad. You should be. You should be. You should be” When the song ended a roar of an applause happened. “Encore” was yelled over and over. Walking to the bar you looked at the bartender pleading. “Bottle. Patron. Glass, ice.” The man nodded you put your card down. Feeling hands on your hips you seen Jesse behind you. “Who the hell are you? A Rockstar/FBI” Laughing slightly you took a shot. You felt HIS gaze on you. It was burning you into the wood slab you stood on.

Dean sat frozen in his seat. Everyone dancing to the music that played after your performance. The whole time he couldn’t believe every word you spoke. He seen you sing Karaoke millions of times. Your voice was that of an angel, well.. better than that. The way you took your shirt off, the outfit you wore. The tattoos that covered your body. You had changed, you had grown. He looked over to see you talking to him. The corner. He seen red, getting up. Sam grabbed his shoulder pushing back down on the seat. “No! We talk to her tomorrow Dean.” He said in Deans ear so he could ear. “Bullshit.. She is about to go home with this fucker!” “And? You fucked that up!” Sam yelled back.

Walking out with Jesse out the back he grabbed your hand tightly. “Sorry love.. your beautiful but I don’t shack up with hunters” Your grabbed the sharpened branch in your boot. Jesse went to inject you with sleeping medicine. Easily evading him “Man.. I was hoping it wasn’t you… It is always the corner.. you where cute..” you spoke grabbing the branch pushing into the Djinn. Hearing a large door close you seen Dean and Sam walk out. Grabbing the Djinn body you held him up, making it look like you where walking to your car. Grabbing your keys you needed to burn his body. Opening the back seat you pushed the man in. Turning around you seen Dean, he trapped you against the car. “Get away from me asshole.. Sam talk sense into your idiot brother..” You looked at the taller, but younger Winchester. “We miss you.. Both of us.” Sammy walked towards you. Your beef was not with him. You loved Sammy, as much as you loved Dean. “Wow Sammy, you got tall..” You looked up at the now man in front of you. His smile took up his face, scooping you into a huge hug. Feeling him secure you tight against his chest, you sighed slightly and hugged him back tightly. He pressed a kiss on the top of your hair, pulling away slightly. “I love your hair like this.” He spoke pulling a small clump of the short hair. “Remember I am still your elder Sam.” You shot a smile back to him. “Well it was pleasant seeing you SAM. I gotta head out, there is more than one Djinn. I got it covered fellas.”

Dean watched as you interacted with his brother. So gentle and sweet like you had done years before. Age had been kind to you, that is for sure. The way you smiled at Sam and hugged him, was like when you where kids. Only difference was that Sam towered over you now. Like he did everyone else. “We can help you Y/N.” Sam spoke pleading with you to spend more time near you. It broke Deans heart, seeing how much Sammy missed her too. “Sam..” She sighed a bit, stepping away, putting her fingers through her short hair. “You know.. I can’t be here if HE is here..” Dean seen you nodded towards him. Holding up your white shirt Dean looked at you. “You forgot your shirt..” He grumbled walking towards you. He seen as you held out your hand for the shirt. “Put it on before you get cold.” Dean hated seeing men passing by staring at you. The same hunger and lust he always had for you. “No. I am warm. Thanks for the fake worry thought.” Your voice was venom when it came to him. He knew he fucked up. He deserved anything you threw his way.

“Anyways boys, I gotta go check on Chaz. He probably needs to eat.” “You have kid?” Deans word left his mouth before he could stop them. You could tell by the shock on his face. “No, my dog. Guess he is like a son though. You two choose. Take care of the Djinn or let me. Either way I need to smoke this bitch before he stinks up my beautiful.” You nodded towards your challenger. “Please Y/N. I never got to hunt with you fully..” You watched the puppy dog eyes Sam gave you. Everything in your head was screaming for you to get the fuck out of there. Your heart on the other hand missed the Winchesters. “Fine. Dean doesn’t get to speak to me. I am staying at The Wolf Hotel. Room 125. Here is a spare key Sam. Also, don’t come tonight. I gotta go find another lay since this one, well was a Djinn..” you sighed stretching your arms. Your turned to get your keys out of your pocket once again. Dean and Sam seen a huge scar from your lower back to the top of your shoulder. The diagonal cut looked like the same width of an angel blade. You felt fingers pressed to your back. You knew those hands. The rough pads of Deans fingers out lined the scar. The feeling burned your skin, letting out a slight gasp. “What is that from?” Dean asked angrily. “None of your fucking business. Now gotta go.” “No.” Dean stopped the door before you closed it. “I am not going to let you go sleep with someone random to get back at me. What is that scar from?” “Dean..” Sam grabbed his arms stopping his brother from making any other move. “That is from an angel blade.. From when I was protecting another angel by the name of Castiel.” You seen Deans eyes grow wide. “You.. you’re the huntress Castiel talked about.” Deans voice was dark, something was off about him. “ For some reason he calls me that.” “NO! For some reason all hunters call you that! I had no clue it was you.. No one knew you real name..” “I never told them. No need too. If I died in a hunt, no one would look for me anyways. No reason to know my fucking name.”

That hit Dean like a pile of bricks. “Y/N..” He whispered looking into y/c eyes. “Truth is what it is. Like I said we can meet up tomorrow.” Shutting the door on the boys, you started the car and drove off. Dean watched as you raced down the street. “She.. is” “Lost.” Dean spoke before Sammy could.” “No Dean, she is hardened.” Sam knew that would bother his brother. “Let’s get back to the Motel.”

It was two in the morning. The idea of you laying with another man drove him nuts. He knew you said it twice to piss him off. Another man between those thick, sexy thighs of yours. He tossed and turned in the bed. The image kept burning into his brain was not pleasant. He looked over to see Sam knocked out for the night. Going into Sams wallet he grabbed the room card to your hotel room. He needed to talk to you. Sneaking out the motels door, he got into Baby and sped off.

Sleep was something you rarely got. Mostly because of your back pain and nightmares that every hunter had to deal with. Afterall it was part of the job. Chaz woke up to someone opening the door. A loud howl was hurd, stopping Dean in his tracks. Soon he seen a white dog rushing towards him. He braced himself for impact getting thrown to the ground by the large dog. Chaz going to bite down on his exposed neck. “Heel Chaz..” you spoke tiredly sliding your gun behind your pajama pants. Chaz growled at Dean, looking him dead in the eyes. “That dog could have..” “Killed you?” you cut him off before he could speak. “More than likely. He has taken down larger prey than you.” Rubbing Chaz head the dog walked back to the bed and laid on it. His eyes still fixated on Dean. “ I would be careful if I were you. Any sudden move and he will go after you.” You spoke sitting in the comfortable chair that stretched out. “Can we talk?” Dean asked sitting across from you. Chaz getting up, sitting between you and Dean. He sat facing Dean, sitting like a statue. “He REALLY does not like you.” You laughed a bit. “What do you want? Where is Sammy? I gave him the key card.” Glancing over at the card on the floor that he dropped. “I wanted to talk about.. our past.”

That dog did a number on Deans back. He sat slightly twisted trying to ease the pinched nerve. He looked at your face, wondering what you would say to him. “No.” His face fell at your reply. “There is no us. I try and forget about that part of my life. THANK. YOU. VERY. MUCH.” The attitude that dripped of your lips caused Dean to stir a bit. God did he love that venom tongue that could eat anyone alive. “Y/N.. I have thought about you everyday since I left..” “Sure Dean. Like you thought about Lisa? At least she lasted longer. From what I can tell, she wasn’t a whore. However how did all those one night stands go?” “How did you know about Lisa… and others..?” Dean asked confused. “Well, Bobby told me about Lisa. However, I didn’t know about the one night stands till now.” You sighed a bit. You head falling into your left hand. “Dean go back to the motel and sleep.. I am exhausted and as you know, I don’t sleep well in general. Especially after being thrown around and tortured by an angel..” Groaning you stood up. Chaz quickly going close to you. “Y/N L.N. Enough.” Dean spoke, harshly. “Dean now is not the fucking time! I am running on no sleep, I didn’t get to fuck the cute guy and I am emotionally exhausted. If you don’t wanna drive back to the motel, take the damn pull out couch!”

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