but shh i needed more of them

dating peter parker would include...

dedicated to my harrison bestie anon in hopes it makes them smile :) also yes it’s really fuckin long i’m sorry i just love peter parker and have a lot of feelings

  • you actually hate to tell the story of how you two met because it’s mortifiying oh mygod
  • peter, however, loves to watch u blush about it even though it was only really embarrassing when it happened
  • taking the subway to school like every other day, you obviously had spent too many hours on the internet so u were tired as hell 
  • so tired you couldn’t grab the pole in time when the subway stopped
  • and you in an ungraceful manner, tripped, stumbled and fell
  • into his lap
  • his l a p 
  • you still get red cheeks when remember just how embarrassing it was
  • oh my god! i c-can’t believe that- i-i, i’m so so sorry- h-holy shit–
  • peter did find it extremely awkward but your mortified and blushing red face was so much more adorable 
  • n-no, it’s fine– d-do you want my seat?
  • o-oh no, it’s alright. i’d just like to crawl into a hole somewhere. sudden amnesia works too.
  • a cute girl with wit and oh my is that a nerdy shirt????
  • from them on, you had his entire heart 
  • yes i will totally be writing a full on imagine for this
  • you guys weren’t friends for long if u know what i mean 
  • like you had already face planted into his lap so you skipped most of the awkward interactions
  • you were kinda like ‘ah what the hell’ 
  • you did it while you guys were walking home together, like usual
  • hey peter, can you hold this for me?
  • yeah?” 
  • and you just grabbed his hand, grinning at him with wink 
  • cue the cutest blushing from peter 
  • peter goddamn nearly had a heart attack but couldn’t stop smiling the entire walk home 
  • he was really sad when he reached your building 
  • but then you stood on ur tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek so he wasn’t that sad
  • eventually kisses on the cheeks became kisses on the lips & it wasn’t official but you two just knew
  • let’s be real, peter is the worlds biggest dork so movie marathons are so common
  • i mean everything– star wars, back to the future, jurassic park, like man you name it 
  • and if u were a nerd too, then oH boy he would just be in a constant state of heart eyes 
  • he would be anyways but extra heart eyes if u geek out
  • c’mon pete, hurry that cute lil ass up! it’s rogue one!!
  • oh my god, please marry me right now.
  • you guys definitely try to quote movies as much as possible
  • i love you” ”i know *intense blushing* diD YOU JUST–
  • he has a such soft spot for when you guys marathon disney movies not that he tells you that
  • something about you lighting up & singing along makes him go !!!!!!! inside
  • no you two never perform disney duet songs together never ever have you done that why do u ask
  • (your favourite one to perform is hakuna matata because its a goddamn classic and peter gets so into it)
  • (breaking free from hsm is a close second because damn can peter hit those notes when he really tries)
  • peter parker is such an admirer like you dont even know
  • he could stare at you for hours and its pretty much what gets him through the day tbh
  • in fact, he has all your birthmarks and freckles committed to memory because shes so pretty i can’t deal with this
  • he blushes SO MUCH when you catch him staring
  • but lets be real, you were staring at him too
  • he blushed even more when he found that out because oh my fucking god she was staring at me do i look weird is there something on my face
  • but when you’re like no you goof, i’m admiring youu get 
  • he just never stops blushing 
  • he! would! try! so! hard! at everything 4 you
  • baking? hell yeah he’ll bake for u
  • singing? eh he’ll give it a go (but only for you)  
  • dancing? he hates it but he loves to watch u laugh and smile with him so he does it anyways (even if he sucks)
  • speaking of dancing
  • peter loves it when u dance
  • especially when you stay over and he wakes up to you dancing around the kitchen or his room 
  • his favourite is catching you off guard when you’re grooving to some 80′s song
  • babe– cutting himself off with his own laughter, i don’t think that’s dancing.
  • he loves to tease you about your funky dancing because seeing his girl blushing is like his second favourite thing
  • (the first being your smile because it completely melts his insides and everything is better when you smile at him)
  • you also love it when he’s teasing because all you have is pout and suddenly peter’s showering you in kisses 
  • peter is such a sucker for kisses
  • actually he’s such a hopeless romantic & lover of cliches like
  • constantly bringing you flowers he finds on nightly patrols? check 
  • stopping so you two can share a cutesy kiss in the rain? check 
  • dumb pick up lines that still make you laugh? check 
  • tbh you both do pickup lines
  • hey, hey y/n, are you the square root of -1? because you can’t be real 
  • he just giggles at you from the bed
  • except when you do it, its a different story
  • hey hey hey, peter 
  • hmm?” 
  • are you related to yoda? because yodalicious.
  • peter just falls off the bed 
  • you don’t even ask if he’s alright, you just cut straight to laughing at his reaction
  • s-shut up! this isn’t because of your pick up line!! i was startled! 
  • even though he’s trying to hide his face in a pillow, you can see his pink cheeks
  • sure, peter, sure. 
  • aunt may is both a blessing and a curse to both of you 
  • because she spills BOTH OF YOUR SECRETS
  • like you can’t ramble to her about peter because she will tell him everything
  • with you in the same room 
  • oh peter, you’re wearing that shirt? i know y/n loves it, she was talking just the other day about how she find it so hot– 
  • peter secretly really wants to know what you said about him 
  • but aunt may does it to peter too and he hates it
  • “seriously y/n, you should hear the things he says about you, i swear he’s turned into some lovesick–”
  • makeout sessions ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • you both l o v e them 
  • funnily enough, peter is the one who usually starts them 
  • hey y/n, you’ve got something on your face, let me just– *kisses you all over you face*
  • because he’s more than ahead in his classes, ‘study dates’ really means makeout not that you mind though  
  • peter loves kisses everywhere
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • shoulder kisses
  • eyelid kisses
  • back of the hand kisses
  • all the kisses
  • his absolute favourite kiss is the one he receives from you in the morning when you’ve stayed over
  • he’ll play with your hair softly and you’ll yawn & stretch and catch him gazing at you 
  • and you just smile and lean up and kiss him 
  • it never fails to make peters heart stop and when you pull away he just goes nooooooooooooo and pouts till you kiss him again 
  • it’s especially hard when you have to leave or part ways after school because peter turns into a needy lil boy
  • one more kiss! one more! 
  • peter you’ve said that seven times now!! 
  • you literally have to push his away, giggling and grinning, because otherwise he’s going to be late 
  • i swear to god parker, it’s only one class! 
  • and of course you know about him being spidey
  • you actually found out by accident 
  • you were searching thru his closest for something to wear when you stumbled across it 
  • tbh you thought it was a really dedicated costume at first
  • so you put it on and it was so fucking baggy man
  • hey peter! look at me, i’m the spider man! thwip thwip! 
  • except it was the real thing so 
  • y-y/n!! where did you find that??? 
  • don’t worry, i’ll keep your spider-man obsession a secret, peter.
  • but when you accidentally web peter’s hand to the wall, you figure out this suit is the real deal 
  • holy shit!! holy shit! you– you’re, this is the real, oh my god, you’re the spider-man!  
  • peter just panics because you’ve webbed him to the wall and he can’t actually do anything
  • no! no i’m not!
  • you freak out for like another minute before you gather your senses enough 
  • peter parker, do not play with me right now- are you spider-man?
  • would you believe me if i said it was a very detailed halloween costume?
  • after cutting him free, you squeezed him into the tightest hug because you were so goddamn proud of him 
  • but also because oh my god how many times had he risked his life and had you not known???? 
  • oh my god, this is so wicked i can’t believe you’re spider-man–
  • you can’t tell anyone! 
  • shh, you know i wouldn’t but holy god! you have to tell me everything
  • you’re not mad i didn’t tell you?” 
  • pfft, i’ll only be mad if you don’t tell me now.
  • yes i also want to make this an imagine
  • yes, you’re the one who patches him up which always ends in cuddles
  • basically you get to shower peter in constant love and affection because he would do that and more for you 
  • he’s just the perfect boyfriend??? 
  • i want a peter parker
Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen

(complete version)

Alternate Universe where Bitty is a figure skater at Samwell. He and Jack meet for the first time at #Epikegster 2014.

warning labels: Alcohol, mentioned homophobia, Parse. 

 Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loup thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

 He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscated. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

 ‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

 Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding a phone.

 Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

 ‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

 The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

 He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

 ‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

 Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

 ‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

 ‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

 The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

 ‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

 ‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

 ‘You’re crying.’

 The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

 ‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

 ‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

 ‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

 He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

 ‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

 ‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

 ‘What’s her name?’

 ‘Whose name?’

 ‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

 ‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

 ‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

 He burst into tears.

 Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

 ‘Dude, what’d you do to him?’


 ‘D’you break up with him or something?’

 ‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

 He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

 ‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

 ‘Like what?’

 ‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

 Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

 ‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

 He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

 ‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

 ‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

 ‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

 ‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 6)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Claire, Jody, Alex, Gabriel, John(mentioned), Mary(mentioned), readers mom(mentioned)

Warnings: implied smut, swearing, arguing, angst

Word count: 11,147 (I am so sorry)

Summary: While visiting Jody’s, Dean finally listens to tape 6 and learns that some people had a deeper relationship with you than he had ever expected.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was ironic really, that Jody had asked for them to go visit now that Dean was on tape 6. It was as if she knew it or something… But she couldn’t have. It was just a coincidence.

As soon as they walked in it felt tense. Jody, Alex and Claire were expecting you to be there, even though they knew that you never would be again. It was strange that you were gone. They were just waiting for you to walk in with a huge smile covering your face and a cheeky joke about your brothers. Back to when you were alive and everyone felt warm, but now they were cold. It was like a blizzard had hit them when the boys arrived without you. Like the sun had suddenly stopped shining and all the stars were missing from the sky. Sure, there were ups and downs that you had when visiting them, but regardless, it wasn’t the same without you.

Things soon started to ease up as Jody made conversation as she always did. It was kinda her thing- to be the one to break up the awkwardness. She was a sweet woman, not a bad bone in her body.

Claire was the most awkward. She didn’t even look at them, didn’t say hi or make any witty remarks about them as she usually did. She saw them, looked down and headed off to her room. It was coming close to dinner and Dean went to tell her to come help set up the table. He knocked lightly on the door before hearing her say, “come in.”

“Jody said she wants you and Alex to set the table,” he told her as he opened the door. She laid on her stomach as she looked at her laptop, her eyes never drifting to look at him.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” she replied with a cool tone, it was unreadable to what she was feeling.

“Everything ok with you?” He asked with furrowed brows.

She nodded. “Mhmm.”

“Ok, then,” was all he said before walking out of her room and shutting the door behind him. She was always a bit strange but never to this extent, she never acted this way around the boys. She was always confident and sometimes even rude, but quiet and nervous just wasn’t her style.

At dinner, they all sat around the dinner table as they usually would. Jody at the head of the table, Alex and Claire next to each other on one side and Sam and Dean next to each other on the other side. You used to sit at the other end of the table opposite Jody. Claire even realised as she sat down that she had put out a knife and fork for you along with your chair in place.

As Alex looked at it, she quickly looked away and acted like it wasn’t there. They all did. So Jody began to speak. “So, how have you boys been?”

“We’re doing okay,” Sam nodded. “Things are getting a little easier after what happened, but things still aren’t the same.”

“Yeah, they never will be,” Dean admitted before stabbing a piece of chicken on to his fork and shoving it in his mouth. Claire seemed uneasy at their reply, almost guilty.

“Yeah, she was a good kid,” Jody agreed. “How are John and Mary?”

“They’re doing good. Dad is a little on edge most of the time, mom just keeps herself busy with hunting,” Sam continued to answer the questions.

“You ok, Claire?” Dean asked to interrupt the conversation. She was half way through drinking her water when he asked.

She swallowed it slowly as if she needed more time to think about her answer. It looked like she was getting ready to lie but at the same time she wanted to tell the truth about something. “I told you already, I’m fine.”

“Then why are you acting like this?” He questioned as he slammed his fork down on to the table.

“I’m not doing anything!” She screamed back. She looked around at everyone and saw them staring at her. Silence. Everyone was silent, even Dean. What was she hiding?

“Is this to do with the t-” he was about to ask.

“Shh,” she shook her head. “Don’t talk about it now.”

“So it is about what I think it is then, huh?” Dean snapped. He knew someone from this house would be on here, he wasn’t surprised that it was Claire.

“May I be excused?” Claire asked Jody as she ignored Dean’s question.

“Wait, Claire, what is he-” Alex was about to ask but Claire interrupted her.

“I said, may I be excused… Please,” she begged Jody. Jody simply nodded her head. She was embarrassed about how Claire had acted. She was confused as to why Dean was shouting at her, Alex was baffled too.

“What was all that about?” Alex demanded. She looked at every single person on the table until Dean finally answered.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Let’s just take a look at this case, Jody.”

After dinner they began looking over the case. It wasn’t much for them to go from but it was enough until they could figure anything more out. While Alex and Claire were in their rooms, Sam, Dean and Jody were all in the living room and checking out the case. “Jody, could you grab me a beer please?” Dean asked kindly.

“Sure, you want anything?” She asked Sam but Sam just shook his head as he kept his focus on the article he was reading.

As she began to leave the room, Dean hit Sam’s arm to get his attention. “Claire is on these tapes?”

“Keep your voice down!” Sam whispered harshly.

“Which tape is she? Tape 6?” Dean questioned back as he quickly glanced over at the door.

“Yes, hers is after Gabriel’s,” Sam told him. “I forgot, OK? I never would have agreed to come here while you were on her tape.”

“I need to listen to it now.” He stood up to leave but Jody had just returned with his beer.

“Here you go,” she smiled as she passed it to him.

“Thanks. Uh, is it okay if I just drink this in the room you set up for us?”

“Of course,” she replied as her hand squeezed his arm to comfort him. “Take all the time you need.”

Dean gave her a small smile before heading off to his room where he had kept the tape in his bag. It felt strange for him to be in another persons house and listening to the tape. Regardless, he shut his door and pressed play on tape 6.

“Lying. It breaks the best of us, especially when we’re lying not only to everyone around us, but to ourselves. But what do we do when the lies we tell start to hurt someone else? You think a person would stop, right? They would tell the truth rather than using you to protect themselves? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. Until I met you… Claire Novak. Welcome to your tape.”

* * *

It was still only a few weeks after you had returned from Serenity Grove, but your brothers had expected the awkwardness to wear off by now. Of course it hadn’t. You and John still argued all the time and it didn’t seem like it would ever go away. Dean tried night after night by staying up and staring at the wall to just think of a solution, but he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do to stop the constant arguing because you and John were just as strong willed as each other.

Then Sam had a suggestion. It was only a temporary plan, not something that would fix it. However, the break was what you all needed, especially from all the family drama. So one day Sam told you to pack your things and go with him and Dean somewhere. Mary and John stayed behind, they had another hunt or something.

As you climbed into the car, Dean began to drive and you didn’t even bother to ask where you were going, you already knew.

“You care about where we’re going, kiddo?” Dean asked about 10 minutes into the drive after he noticed your facial expression.

“No point in asking, you’re sending me off somewhere, right? A kids home? Another mental hospital? Maybe you’ll just drop me off at the side of the road.” You shook your head with a sigh of annoyance.

“What? No, Y/N, we’re all just taking a trip to Jody’s for a while,” Sam quickly replied. “We’re not getting rid of you.”

“We’re going where? Who’s Jody?” You asked with sudden curiosity.

“She’s an old friend of ours, she’s a great person. We think the break will be nice, Jody took in two girls the same age as you. You can get to know some people your own age and make some friends,” Dean suggested as he kept his eyes on the road.

“I have friends!” You defended.

“Oh really, and that friend is?” Dean asked with raised eyebrows as he looked in the rear view mirror to look back at you.

“You don’t know him,” you lied. “He lives in Russia.”

“How do you even-”

“Ok!” Sam interrupted. “So not the point of the conversation, guys. The point is, Jody is our friend and we want to see her and we think you should meet her. The fact that she has two girls the same age as you doesn’t mean that’s the only reason we’re taking you there.”

“What are there names?” You asked, showing a little bit of interest in maybe making some friends your own age.

“Claire and Alex,” Sam replied.

“Oh, Claire. Cas told me about her, his vessels daughter,” you recalled. “Yeah, I suppose I can try to make friends.”

“Y/N, what you said before… We would never-” Sam was about to say.

“I know, Sam. I just feel a little replaceable sometimes after everything that happened. I didn’t mean to just jump to the conclusion that you would give me up like that,” you smiled sadly. “I never really thanked you both for never giving up on me, even when I was in Serenity Grove.”

“It’s no problem, we couldn’t imagine our lives without you,” Dean replied.

* * *

Dean felt a sudden shiver as he remembered the road trip to Jody’s when you were still alive. The exact words he said. We couldn’t imagine our lives without you. This was their lives without you, an endless maze that every time they thought they had found an exit to, it was just another trapped door; another place they were stuck in as they remembered what it was like when you were still with them.

He paused the tape as he heard a knock at his door. He removed the headphones and hid it all under his pillow. “Come in.”

He had expected it to be Jody, but it was Claire with a glass of water in her hand. “Hey, Jody said you weren’t feeling too good so I brought you this,” she said as she passed it to him.

“Uh, thanks,” he replied awkwardly as he took it and placed it down on the bedside table.

She stood there with her arms crossed over chest, her hand nervously scratching her arm. “Look, about the tapes-”

“I haven’t finished yours yet,” Dean interrupted.

She sighed as she lifted her gaze from the ground and finally to Dean. “I loved Y/N. I loved her so much but what she says isn’t true. I mean, what I did to her is true, what she says I did isn’t a lie and I feel terrible for it. But what she says about me, she says something and it’s not true, OK? It’s not!”

“Are you saying she was a liar?” He snapped.

“I’m saying she didn’t know what she was talking about,“ she hissed back.

“I think you need to leave,” Dean replied as he squeezed his fists together in anger, “right now, Claire.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Now that was the Claire that Dean knew, at least she was being herself now. “Whatever, it’s not true so- so even if you don’t believe me it doesn’t matter! I know it’s the truth.”

“Really? Because you don’t sound to sure about that, Claire,” he articulated with a smug look, she just shook her head and huffed. “Y/N said that lying to ourselves is what hurts us the most… Learn from your mistakes.”

Claire couldn’t listen to anymore of what Dean was saying and that was because she knew he was right. That didn’t matter, she just pushed past it because she couldn’t deal with the truth.

* * *

When you arrived at Jody’s house, the boys faces instantly lit up as they saw this woman. They’d never even spoken about her to you before, maybe John and Mary didn’t like her. Maybe they were jealous of her because she was so kind and they were so, well, not.

“Jody, this is Y/N, our sister that we told you about,” Dean smiled as you stepped forward through the doorway and came in to the living room where they all were. As you shut the door behind you, Jody walked over and waited for you to face her before engulfing you in a huge hug.

“I have been begging the boys to bring you here ever since they told me about you,” she told you as she squeezed you tighter and you squeezed her back. She was much more motherly than Mary was.

“Can’t. Breathe.” You replied in a breathless voice and she let go of you and moved back to look at you. You smiled and said, “it’s nice to meet you too.”

“And these are my girls,” Jody began to tell you as she pointed to them. “This is Claire, and that’s Alex.”

“Hey,” you said to them awkwardly as they looked you up and down. You felt as if they were judging you.

“You’ve been stuck in a car with those guys for hours just to come here?” Claire asked. “Don’t worry, you’re finally with people that aren’t lame.”

“Nice to see you too, Claire,” Dean joked along with Claire calling them lame.

“I didn’t even know you guys had a sister until this morning,” she told them. “I’m glad to see she doesn’t follow in the footsteps of being a total nerd.”

And there she was cheeky again, but not too much that it was rude. She was growing on you already and you’d only met her five minutes ago. “Claire! Stop it,” Alex replied. “It’s not their fault that they were brought up in a world where it was believed that those clothes are actually fashionable.“

“We get it from Claire and we have to take it from you now too?” Sam chuckled.

This was good. They were all being mean to each other but it wasn’t like when you and John were going at each other- the people here could actually take a joke. Everyone got along fine and you felt that within the first few minutes of being there. It already felt like a home… That’s something you never felt with John.

“I made up the spare bedroom but I only have one so you’ll all have to share,” Jody told you as you made your way further into the house.

“Y/N could always stay in my room,” Claire suggested. “She seems cool. I don’t mind.”

“Oh,” Jody said in surprise. “That’s sweet of you Claire, are you sure?”

“Yeah, why not? My room is bigger than Alex’s anyway, so it would make more sense for her to stay with me. The bed is huge so we can just top and tail,” she replied before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the room.

“Ok, I guess I’ll see you guys at dinner,” you said to your brothers quickly before you were pulled away from the living room.

Claire opened up her door to show you her room. It was huge. Your room in the bunker was literally a side table and a bed. But Claire had an entire room with a desk and a chair, a side table next to a double bed, an entire wardrobe. You just kept your clothes in the room next to your bedroom. “Your room is… Wow.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty great,” she agreed with a bit of joke to her voice. She sat cross legged on the bed and looked at you while waiting for you to move. “You gonna sit or something? You’re making me uncomfortable.”

“Right, sorry,” you giggled awkwardly as you sat opposite her with your legs crossed too on the bed.

“So, you’re a Winchester. That’s pretty badass,” she smiled and you just laughed back. “So when did you move in with the boys?”

“It wasn’t really that long ago, but I had to move in with them because my mom wanted me to go and get to know my father,” you explained. “But I kinda don’t really like him that much.”

“Then why not go and live with your mom again?” She asked. She didn’t seem to have a filter, just asked things right out and didn’t care- but you liked that. She wasn’t nervous around you like everyone else. She didn’t watch what she said to be sure that she didn’t offend you, she just talked to you and you were sure it’s because she understood you.

“I tried, I went back to our apartment after John hit m- after we argued about something. Uh- it was a stupid argument, but anyway, I went back for my mom but…” You looked away from Claire and started picking your nails with your other hand. “She was dead when I got there.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied with genuine empathy. “I understand how you feel, my mom died too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How about your dad?” You asked.

“He’s dead too,” she smiled sadly.

“I wish mine was,” you accidentally blurted out. You looked up to see her staring at you with wide eyes. “That was so insensitive, I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s fine,” she laughed. “Seriously, I’m all for the hatred towards parents. So tell me, why’d you hate him?”

“Wow, you’re abrupt,” you concluded.

“I think we’re both very similar, and I’m interested. I wanna know what John has done to make you feel that way.” Again, no filter. But you really didn’t care, you actually liked it. It gave you a chance to talk to someone about John who might actually understand.

“Well, the first reason is the fact that he left me, and now It’s 18 years later, he’s finally bothering with me. And that’s only because I’m the one that went to find him!” You began to rant.

“What a jackass, I hate him already,” she admitted.

“I know right?! So then I went to live with him, because it’s what my mom wanted and I wanted to do whatever made her happy. So I got into hunting and everything, but I wasn’t the best hunter just yet,” you continued to explain, your hands moving around and you spoke. “And he got mad at every little thing I did, and he was angry that I couldn’t research properly yet but I was still learning. Then he hit me and kicked me out, but I ended up coming back when I had no other choice.”

“Because your mom was dead?” She questioned.

“Exactly!” You practically screamed. You were just happy that she was following the story. “And she was killed by demons. Nothing to do with monsters ever bothered us because he wasn’t around. So I guess-” you voice started to become quieter now. “-I guess I just partly blame him for her being dead…”

Claire started at you as she noticed the realisation on your face. You stared into nothing before you looked back at her face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I just… I never realised that I blamed him for her death,” you revealed. “I guess you learn something new everyday, right?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you that far,” Claire apologised. Her hand reached out and rested on your arm.

“No, it’s good. You made me realise something that I hadn’t even thought about before,” you smiled half heartedly. “I always moved past that one. I hate him for other reasons too, like because he put me into a psychiatric institution and doesn’t love me like he loves my brothers.”

“Parents. They suck,” she concluded which made you giggle. She smiled at the fact that you didn’t seem upset anymore, she wanted to move past that conversation. “How about your brothers.”

“Sam and Dean?” You asked her. You didn’t know this, but as Claire asked about your brothers, they were walking past her room to get to theirs. When they overheard that you said their names, they stopped to hear what you would say about them. “I couldn’t love them anymore than I do. I mean, sure, I complain that they’re annoying- which they are. But, I can’t deny that they’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Without them, I don’t even know if I would still be alive. I know for a fact that I wouldn’t be his happy. They’re kinda my rock.”

The boys decided to not come in and tell you that they overheard. They were so happy about what you had said. They gave each other that look to say that they should probably keep walking, and so they did.

* * *

Dean smiled at the memory.

“Hey,” Sam said as he opened the door and came in. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Do you remember when we came here with Y/N, and we overheard her saying that stuff about us. That we were the best thing that ever happened to her, we were her rock.”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled. “I actually forgot about that. I guess when she died everything just seemed bad, I forgot to focus on the positives. I just came to let you know that the case is a dead end. It’s not our kind of thing, but Jody has got a lead on who the killer was.”

“We could still help if she needs it,” Dean offered.

“I said that too, but Jody doesn’t think we should get involved with a real investigation,” Sam replied as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. “But she said we can still stay for a few days, she doesn’t care if it’s a case or not. She just wanted to see us.”

“Well, when I finish this tape I’ll join you all. But right now I just need to know how this one ends,” Dean commented as a hint for Sam to leave.

“Of course,” Sam nodded. “I’ll just be in the living room with Jody and Alex.”

As soon as Sam was gone and the door was shut, it was back to the tape.

“From the second I met you, I felt as if I could trust you; like we have some kind of connection. We did, i know that we did. All that faith and trust I put in to you, Claire, was something I didn’t even trust my own brothers with. I was worried what they would think. I guess you have to put your trust into different people for different things. I should never have trusted you enough to think that you would put my feelings above your own.”

* * *

It felt like you and Claire had only been talking for a few minutes, but in reality it was had been two hours. Jody called everyone for dinner, where you sat opposite Jody at the other end of the table. Sam and Dean were next to each other and Claire and Alex were next to each other.

The conversation that had been brought up was hunting to which Alex had gotten annoyed at. “Can we just stop talking about monsters and hunting? What about real life?!”

“Real life?” Claire articulated with raised brows. “Ok, sure, let’s get real. You wanna tell Jody about what you were really doing last night at Lucas’ house?”

Uh oh. This is awkward. You looked at your brothers and cringed before the conversation that was going to follow. “Nothing happened,” Alex tried to defend herself. “We didn’t- I.. Look it’s not like we weren’t prepared- we used protection,” she stuttered. Claire just laughed at her desperate attempt to cover it up. “I hate you so much Claire,” Alex whispered through gritted teeth.

“Ok,” Jody began, “I’m not going to tell you that you’re too young to be having sex, or you,” she said as she pointed to Claire. Jody’s eyes then drifted over to you.

“You better stop there,” you replied.

“Why?” Dean questioned. “It may be too late for the talk but-”

“What do you mean it’s too late for the talk?!” You demanded with harsh eyes.

“Well, I just mean, you know- what happened with Gabriel-”

“Oh my god, are you kidding me?!” You screamed. “You seriously still think that’s true? I can’t believe you would take Gabriel’s word over mine!”

“Y/N-” Sam tried to intervene.

“No, Sam! Why won’t either of you believe me? And did you really have to bring it up in front of everyone?” You fumed. “You’re just as bad as dad.”

“Maybe you should just own up to what you did,” Dean growled back. “We’re not as bad as dad, he’s just telling the truth.”

“Screw you, asshole,” you replied as you picked up your glass and chucked the water at Dean. He gasped at the sudden contact of water but you stormed off before he could shout at you. A few seconds later all they could hear at the dining room table was the slamming of a door.

As you slid down the door in Claire’s room, you realised that you had fucked up. It was always your fault. Why did you have to get so angry and cause an argument? The boys brought you here to get away from family drama but it seems like you just brought it with you.

It was an hour later when someone decided to knock at the bedroom door to talk to you. You had expected it to be Claire or Sam to tell you that Dean was angry at you. You hadn’t thought that Dean would show up himself. “Can I come in?”

You nodded before stepping back and allowing him in to the room. You both took a seat on Claire’s bed next to each other, he shut the door behind him so that no one would listen in on your conversation. Dean noticed the tears staining your face, and how puffy and red your eyes were. He wiped your tears with his hand, “come on, you know I hate to see you cry.”

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised right away. “I’m the problem, and I keep causing problems for you and Sam. I just get angry so easily and I screw everything up-”

“Hey!” He cut you off. “I’m not mad, I wanted to apologise.”

“I threw the drink at you, what is there for you to apologise for?” You questioned.

“What you said about me and Sam being like dad… You were right. We take dads side and leave you on your own to argue with him. It’s not fair and we’re sorry, we should listen to you more.”

“You take his side because he’s right. There’s just so much wrong with me,“ you admitted as you let out a large breath. You needed to steady your breathing to stop the tears from falling but it wasn’t working. “I can’t do anything right, I get mad over the smallest thing because I am just so angry every second of my life. I’m angry at John and I’m angry at myself and I’m angry at you guys and my mom and Mary and I just never know what to do-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Dean said softly to trying and calm you down. Your reflex was to reach out for him for comfort. You went to grab him but you stopped yourself, but it didn’t stop him. His arms were around you in an instant, holding you close and comforting you by rubbing your back gently. “Let it all out.”

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised as you sobbed into his shoulder. You finally allowed yourself to hug him back and accept his love. “I’m sorry that I keep causing you pain.”

“Well that’s what family’s for isn’t it? You’re a pain in the ass and I’m the bossy older brother, stick to your stereotype please, Y/N,” he joked, and you actually laughed. Somehow over all this pain you were feeling, Dean was able to make you laugh. He was able to spark a bit of light in you even in one of your darkest times. “As long as me and Sam are around, nothing bad is going to happen to you. You don’t have to be afraid of anyone, especially not dad. We will never let anyone hurt you. I promise.”

“Thank you,” was all you were able to reply. You knew that waffling on again about all the self hatred you had would just get you no where.

“Tomorrow is a new day,” he said as he pushed out of the hug and looked down at you. He smiled as he once again wiped your tears from your face. “We can move on and forget this ever happened. As long as you promise that we don’t fight anymore on this trip, and I’ll make the same promise to you.”

You simply nodded with a smile back at him. That was all you ever wanted, to move on and agree to not fight anymore. He said only on that trip, but you were planning on keeping that promise for as long as you could. Even when you returned to the bunker you wanted to stop yourselves from arguing so much.

Once again, you were left alone with your thoughts. Dean and Sam headed to there shared room that Jody had set up for them, so it wasn’t long until Claire came into her room to sit with you.

“You tired?” She asked as she came and took a seat on her bed, opposite to you.

“Not really,” you shook your head with a yawn. “I suppose a little.”

“So what was that whole Gabriel thing about?” She questioned abruptly which made you stare at her with wide eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“No, it’s fine, I just didn’t expect you to ask. He’s just this Archangel that I used to like, but nothing happened between us. I thought you would just assume that I did sleep with him, that’s what everyone else believes anyway,” you explained.

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?” She almost sounded hurt that you would suggest that. “If you said you didn’t do it then you didn’t do it, you have no reason to lie.”

You sighed in relief. “I wish everyone in my family thought the same way as you did.”

She smiled before showing slight discomfort. She stretched her leg out so that it was next to you and rolled the bottom of her jeans up. She revealed a bandage covered in blood. “Jesus, Claire. What the hell happened?”

“Werewolf a few days ago. Jody stitched it up for me and put a bandage over it,” she replied as she began to peel the bandage back. As she lifted it she showed the gash in her leg that was refusing to heal.

“You’re supposed to change it regularly or it’ll get infected,” you replied with a frustrated tone. “That’s probably why it’s not healing properly.”

“For a newbie hunter you sure do know a lot. You know more than I do,” she replied as she watched you checking her wound.

“Yeah well, keeping up with John has kinda been a mission of mine ever since I met him. After what happened I can’t allow myself to make anymore mistakes and not know what I’m doing,” you explained. She was about to reply but you interrupted her. “I’ll sort this out for you.”

You grabbed your backpack from the floor and pulled out your small first aid kit at you carried with you everywhere. You were a hunter after all, you never knew when it would be needed. “I can get Jody to clean it if you want-”

“I got it, seriously,” you smiled. “It looks like it has actually healed, it’s just still a little sore and there’s blood left from before,” you evaluated as you stared intently at the wound. “I just need to remove the stitching and clean it with some rubbing alcohol, then I’ll put a new bandage on.”

“You’re cute when you’re concentrating,” she observed, which one again shocked you.

Your eyes shot up to her. “How many more things can you come out with that will surprise me? I don’t think there could possibly be anymore.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” She asked.

“Ok, I was wrong,” you laughed as you continued to clean her wound. You didn’t pay too much close attention to it because it was such a usual thing for you to do. You didn’t really have to think too much about it. “Uh, no. I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t think I’m cut out for the whole ‘romance’ thing. A boy I like tried to flirt with me and I instinctively punched him in the face.”

She laughed at your words. “That’s hilarious. Poor guy, he just wanted to take you out on a date. Anyone that gets to do that sure is lucky.”

“Are you asking me out?” You questioned as you stared into her eyes. Blue. They were a beautiful blue is what I you noticed as you took a real look at her now.

“Depends on what your answer would be if I was,” she replied cheekily.

“We’re just friends,” you replied with a questionable tone.

“Yeah, but, we don’t have to be,” she replied with a warm tone. She had never spoken to you like that. You’d never seen her talk to anyone else like that either. You noticed her bite her lip as she looked down at your mouth.

“All done,” you smiled as you finished wrapping the new, clean bandage around her leg. She rolled her jean leg back down over the wound.

“If feels so much better now,” she smiled. “Thank you,” she said as she leant forward and kissed your cheek.

She hadn’t expected to do it. It was a surprise to you both, neither one of you knowing what to do next. You stared into her eyes again. “You have really pretty eyes,” you commented. “I’ve never noticed that until now.”

What you said was enough for her. She carefully tipped her head forward and planted a kiss on your lips. It was only gentle and small, you both needed to test it out and see how you felt about it. As soon as she was even close to you, you felt butterflies in your stomach- but the good kind. You pulled away for a second and looked at her again before moving your hand to the back of her head and kissing her harshly.

Claire pushed your bag and the first aid kit onto the floor so that it was just you and her on top of her sheets. She pushed you back so you were laying down and she laid on top of you. You continued to kiss, her hands tracing over your body harshly with her hands. She squeezed you in all the right places and you gripped her hair in your hand. You were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.

Claire quickly jumped off you and fixed her hair. You sat in straight and made sure you acted normal. Claire steadied her breathing before opening the door to Alex. “Jody asked me to come get a lore book you borrowed from her or something.”

“Oh, right,” Claire laughed breathlessly. “Um,” she went to retrieve it from her small book shelf. “Here, this is the one she wants.”

“Uh, are you okay?” Alex questioned. “You seem a little, I don’t know, weird.”

“Yeah, I’m great,” Claire said with a tight smile as she waited for Alex to get out the way of the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Alex nodded with confusion. “Bye, then.”

Alex walked away and Claire shut the door with a sigh. “That was close,” she smiled as she turned back to you.

“You’re telling me,” you giggled back. “Anyway, we should probably get to sleep, right? Top and tail you said you wanted to do?”

“Yeah, I say a lot of things I don’t mean,” she chuckled before laying next to you and hugging you.

“We’re spooning?” You questioned. “I didn’t know you were one to cuddle.”

“Only with people I like,” she replied before kissing the side of your head. It was crazy, really, that you and Claire felt so comfortable with each other already. It hadn’t even been an entire day but you already felt like you had known each other forever, like you were safe in her arms.

* * *

“I couldn’t believe that I really connected with someone the way that I connected with you. It was weird but I enjoyed it. It wasn’t the kind of feeling I got from Gabriel, he was kind but he was a storm and I knew it. He was a storm but I was too afraid to be lonely so I let myself get hurt. But with you, Claire, with you I forgot what lonely even felt like. I thought things would really work out… I don’t know how I was still so naïve.”

“Claire and Y/N were a thing?” Dean whispered to himself.

Just as he was about to play the tape again, he heard the noise of a door opening. It was Claire’s bedroom door. He watched through the crack of his door and noticed that she was trying to be quiet. She heard talking in the living room and assumed that everyone was there, that’s when she decided to sneak out of the back door. She was up to something and Dean wasn’t going to wait to find out.

He headed out the front, as he walked through the living room he lied to Jody and said he forgot to buy something at the convenience store on the way there. No one questioned it, he left without suspicion from anyone.

He was careful when he followed Claire; always at a distance that she wouldn’t notice she was being followed. As she walked she seemed nervous. She constantly looked over her shoulder to check if anyone was there, but Dean was too careful to have been noticed.

As Claire turned a corner, he parked his car and climbed out to follow down what he realised was an alley way of a bar. Dean had never expected Claire to be meeting one of the biggest assholes he knew. Dean hid behind the dumpster and listened in on their conversation.

”We need to talk,“ she demanded to him. “It’s about Y/N, and the photo that you have. You need to delete it, you promised me that you would.”

“Really, Claire?” Gabriel asked with a smug smile. “You already made me delete the picture of me kissing her. Don’t make me waste the one of you kissing her too. It’s not like you can even tell that it’s you, your face is completely covered.”

“It doesn’t matter. I need you to delete it, you owe that to me, you asshole. You owe it to Y/N,” she fumed. She was angry that he lied to her but also that he lied to you.

“I don’t owe that girl anything,” Gabriel snapped, suddenly changing his tune.

“Yeah,” Dean said as he revealed himself from behind the bin and stood in front of Gabriel and Claire, “you owed Y/N a lot.”

“Dean, what are you doing here?!” Claire demanded harshly as she stood next to Gabriel.

“I knew you were up to something so I followed you here. Maybe next time you should be a little less loud when trying to sneak out,” Dean growled. “Now, what picture are you talking about?”

“The one of Claire and Y/N kissing,” Gabriel smiled. “I took it once when they were in a motel room. I dropped by to see Y/N and I caught her making out with-”

“I didn’t fucking ask you,” Dean shouted angrily. “You’re a worthless piece of shit. You lied and it ruined her, what the hell were you thinking? She’s dead now and you don’t even care?!”

“Y/N Winchester was a crazy bitch who just killed herself for attention!” Gabriel shot back.

“You better watch your mouth,” Dean warned as he took a step forward but Claire put her hands up in defence.

“Dean, stop it. Y/N wouldn’t have wanted this!”

“Oh, you’re right,” Dean agreed with sass. “She would have done much worse.”

“And look where that got her,” Claire snapped which shocked Dean. “Look, I’m not saying it’s her own fault. Yes, people pushed her, but Dean… She pushed back. She caused arguments, she hurt people.”

“But she never hurt you, did she?” Dean asked, but he already knew the answer. “No, she only ever loved you.”

“Claire was too afraid of her sexuality, so she chose to hurt Y/N instead,” Gabriel laughed like the evil bastard he was. “Come out, come out, little girl,” he chanted.

“Shut up, Gabriel!” She screamed in his face. “I told you to delete the damn photo, so delete it!”

“Fine,” he replied with a sly smile. “You see?” He showed her has he pressed the delete button and the picture was gone. “It doesn’t change anything, Claire. She’s still dead.” And with that, Gabriel disappeared.

Claire’s eyes now shot to Dean. He had never seen so much fear in her, but it didn’t matter to him. Dean had never been more angry with Claire in his entire time of knowing her. “I can explain-”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Dean growled. “You can walk back to Jody’s. When I find out what you did I’ll decide if I forgive you or not.”

As he headed back to Jody’s he wondered if he should have given Claire a chance to explain. Maybe he should have given her a ride home so he could hear what she had to say on the journey back. But he knew that if he listened to her story she would twist it and try to make herself the victim of the story. He couldn’t let her do that, he had to listen to the rest of the tape.

So he went back, walked through the living room without even glancing at anyone. He noticed they all went silent as he walked through the house, but no one bothered to speak to him. They knew that he was in a bad mood about something, they didn’t know what, but they knew that he needed space to think on his own. So off he went, back to the tape in his room and pressed play.

* * *

It was a week later and yours and Claire’s relationship was growing every day. You took a day where you went to a motel room and just spent the whole day kissing and being together and eating take out. It was perfect. You were alone. Well so you thought.

But something from your past had come back. That something was actually a someone who wanted to get back at you for hurting him. Or maybe he wasn’t hurt and it was just for fun, just part of his game. But the day after you got back from the motel, you were still all staying at Jody’s. A weekend away had turned into a week, and you never wanted it to end. You sat on the bed in Claire’s room as she stormed in with tears streaming down her face.

“Claire?” You asked as she shut the door behind her. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“This is what’s wrong!” She fumed as she showed you the screen of her phone. It was a photo of a blonde girl laying in top of a girl with Y/C/H hair. It took you a second to realise who the two girls in their underwear was.

“Oh my god! Is that us?” You asked, almost sounding mortified as you took the phone. “Why would someone do this to us? We’re not wearing clothes, whoever took this is invading our privacy. This is-”

“That’s what you care about? Seriously?” She growled. Why was she getting so angry with you? You hadn’t done anything wrong, she never got this pissed at you and never spoke to you like this. “What if Jody sees this? Or Sam or Dean? We’re a secret, if they see this and see that we are kissing what are they going to think?”

“First of all you need to calm down,” you said in a harsh tone and it made her listen to you. “Claire, where is this picture?”

“Alex showed it to me. She said the picture was hung up in her school and everyone’s trying to figure out who it is. Alex didn’t know it was us and everyone at her school thinks it’s someone from there,” she explained as she nervously paced back and forth.

“There, you see?” You smiled as he grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit next to you. “It’s nothing to worry about. No one knows who it’s of. We don’t have to tell anyone about us until you’re ready.”

“Tell them?” She asked with her eyes squinted in confusion. “Why would we ever tell them?”

“Well I mean,” you laughed nervously, “we’re gonna have to tell them at some point, right? We can’t stay a secret forever.”

“Right,” she nodded in agreement. Part of you knew that she wasn’t being genuine, but you didn’t have it in you to fight with her about it. You had a good thing going and you weren’t about to ruin it like you ruined every other relationship you had.

You just held her and promised this would go away, that it was simply a small glitch in the terrible things you had both been through in your lives. While she agreed with you, you could tell how much it was affecting her and there was simply nothing you could do about it.

“Hello,” you heard a jolly voice say. It was a voice that you despised so much. You both jumped at the sudden noise and Claire’s hunter instinct caused her to punch him in the face.

“Woah, hey,” you stopped her as you grabbed her wrist. “Stop it, I know him. Let me take care of him.”

“Y/N, decided to stop being petty yet?” Gabriel asked with a weird, joyful tone.

“That depends, have you decided to stop being a prick yet?” You shot back.

“Oh, fair play,” the Angel laughed. “But I would be careful how you’re talking to me there, Y/N.”

“Why? What are you gonna do? Share that picture of you and me kissing again?” You spat. Claire didn’t know this guy, all she gathered was that this was Gabriel, the guy your brothers thought you had sex with.

“Oh, I have a much better picture to share,” Gabriel smiled as he showed you the picture of you and Claire kissing.

You gasped at the photo and Claire tried to grab the phone, but Gabriel yanked it away from her. “Ah, ah, ah,” he shook his head. “Don’t try anything, sweetie.”

“That was you? You asshole! After everything you’ve done and you still feel the need to do shit to hurt me?” You growled.

“On the contrary, Y/N. I came down to speak with you, but I saw that you had already moved on from me. I took the picture simply as a reminder than you no longer want me. And I may have also stuck the pictures all around a high school close to here,” he chuckled at his own game.

“Delete the photo,” you demanded, but he just continued to smile. “I said delete the damn photo!”

“I will if you do one thing for me,” Gabriel chuckled. “You have to admit to having sex with me. Tell your brothers what they already think is true.”

“I’m not doing that!” You fumed. “Now delete the fucking photo, Gabe, or so help me I will kick your ass!”

“You have 3 hours to convince your brothers that we had sex. Doesn’t matter which one of you does it,” he said with a wink at Claire. “If you don’t do it, I’ll share the picture to everyone you’ve ever met.”

“Claire would never do that to me,” you snapped at him. “We love each other and respect each other to much to play your game.”

Gabriel shook his head. “Your 3 hours starts now. I’ll be watching.”

And just like that, with a click of his fingers, he was gone. You looked at Claire who looked strange, like she was thinking about something. “Claire, don’t tell me that you’re seriously considering what he said?”

“Y/N, come on, your brothers believe it’s true anyway, why not just tell them?” She suggested.

“Are you fucking kidding me? How could you even suggest that?” You growled.

“Do you even care about me?” She demanded as she stared at you with no love. You didn’t know how she could have lost her love for you so quickly.

“Sure, Claire. Make this about you just like you always do,” you snapped as you shook your head. You tried to leave the room but she blocked the door with her arm.

“This isn’t about me, okay? This is about you caring about your ego more than you care about me,” she replied as she yanked her hand down from the door.

“This isn’t about my fucking ego!” You screamed. “If I tell them, it might literally ruin my life. They’ll think that I lied to them and believe that I’m not trustworthy. I’ll lose everything if they believe that I really did sleep with Gabriel because they’ll think I’m a liar and that I threw that drink at Dean for no reason. You can’t use my life to protect yourself from your sexuality. You’re gay, so what? I’m bi, my ex best friend is a lesbian, God is bisexual. You’re not the only one that isn’t straight, and while you might not be ready to come out yet, you’re not allowed to ruin my life to protect that for a little while longer.”

“I know what you’re saying is right,” she nodded with tears streaming down her face. “But I can’t, all I’ve ever done is protected myself. That’s what I’m going to continue to do.”

“Claire-” you tried to protest but she was already storming out of the room and heading towards the living room. “Claire, stop. Please don’t do this!” You begged as you followed her.

“Please don’t do what?” Dean asked as he looked at you both. Your brothers noticed how desperate and worried you were right now. And since they heard you beg her not to do it, they’re going to assume that her following words were the truth.

“Y/N lied to you both,” Claire said simply. It seemed like the words weren’t even hard for her to say. “She did have sex with Gabriel. She told me and I thought you guys deserved to know.”

“No! She’s lying. Please, I promise you I didn’t-”

“Save it, Y/N,” Sam said. Now even Sam was against you, this was bad. “You’re getting caught up in your lies. It wouldn’t even have been a big deal if you would have just admitted it to start with.”

“But I’m not lying, Sam! I’ve been telling you the truth since the beginning but no one wants to believe me. Claire is just saying it to protect herself,” you screamed.

“Protect herself from what?” Dean asked angrily.

“I can’t tell you because I promised her!” You screamed, and everyone went silent. Jody stared at you while she gripped on to Alex, Sam and Dean both watched you to see if they could believe you or not. “I loved her so much, she was my best friend. Even if she is going to hurt me, I won’t let myself do that to her. I hate you, Claire. I will never stoop as low as you did. I will never tell them something that you believe could hurt you and I will never be as bad as you are.”

“What are you saying?” Dean asked with a soft tone.

“I didn’t have sex with Gabriel… I fucked him,” you lied. “Is that what you wanna hear? You want me to lie to you all so that you can just feel better about yourselves?”

“Y/N-” Dean was about to speak.

“Want me to say it again?” You smiled as you bit your lip. Your smile wasn’t sad or happy, it was a weird-angry kind of smile. “I fucked Gabriel. An archangel, I let him into my bed and I let him touch me, and do whatever he wanted to me. It was filthy and disgusting and I loved every fucking second of it.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at your brothers. “You didn’t want me to lie but now you’ve forced me to because the lie that Gabriel told is the only ‘truth’ that you’ll accept. As long as I tell you what you want to hear, you won’t care that the words I just said make me feel degraded and vile and miserable.”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t know who is telling the truth,” Dean shook his head. “But don’t you ever speak like that again.”

“I’ll do whatever I want you big fucking moron,” you growled.

“Don’t call me a fucking moron!” Dean screamed back.

You put your hand over your heart and gasped. “I can’t believe you’re swearing at me.” Your sarcastic tone was not what Dean needed to hear right now.

“Jody, I’m so sorry,” Sam apologised as he looked over to Jody and saw how terrified Alex looked. Why was she so scared?

Fuck. Now Jody was going to hate you.

“I’ll pack my bag and leave. I don’t want to cause anymore pain to any of you,” you simply said before walking off to Claire’s room to pack your bag. As you were packing it you heard a knock at the door but no matter who it was you didn’t wanna speak to them. “Go away.”

She opened the door anyway and came in. It was Jody. “It’s just me, I wanted to talk to you.”

You took in a deep breath as you continued to pack your bag; you were trying to hold back the tears. “I can’t do anything more than say I’m sorry. If I say anything else it’s just gonna seem like I’m trying to justify how I spoke to my brothers or the language that I used in your house and I can’t do that. Your home is supposed to be your safe place, I can’t take that from you and expect you to let me in with open arms.”

“Sweetheart, please can we just talk?” She asked as she took a seat on Claire’s bed. You obliged and sat next to her. “I know that things haven’t been easy for you while growing up. I know that coming in to this life is hard, I respect that.”

“Jody, I’m so sorry,” you shook your head. “The way I grew up isn’t an excuse-”

“I don’t care about what you said, I just want you to remember that your brothers love you. Now they’re gonna be mad, we both know that. But deep down their anger is because they love you and respect you and don’t want you to speak about yourself like that. What Claire said is just her word against yours, it doesn’t matter who’s telling the truth or whether they believe you or her. All that matters is that they are your family, through everything, they’re yours.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? After what I said to Claire and my brothers?” You questioned. No one had ever shown you kindness in the same way that Jody had.

“Because you remind me of someone. You’re like me when I was your age, I was so against everyone and I thought that it was me against the world. That’s why I took Alex and Claire in. They treated me like crap for a while, but we finally got past that at some point,” she admitted with a sweet smile. She rubbed your back to comfort you. “If things ever get too much, you can always come stay here for a little while. Obviously at some point you’ll have to go back to your brothers but, you always have a place here.”

“Thank you, Jody. I don’t think I can be near Claire right now. I don’t know what you believe or who you believe, but it doesn’t matter because she betrayed my trust,” you admitted.

“You know, your brothers said you would say that,” she chuckled. “You’re just as stubborn as them. Not a bad thing I suppose. They believe that you should forgive her, like you should forgive some other people in your life.”

Her kindness was so genuine, you loved that she respected you enough to not get mad at you for every little mistake you made. “By other people do you mean John?”

“Is it not a sign that you should forgive him considering he’s the first person you thought of?” She asked. And you thought Sam was good with words, he had nothing on Jody. She was on some other level. “Your brothers think you should all head home together.”

“They don’t want me to leave after what I did?” You asked.

“I already told you, they’re mad, but they’re family. They will get over it, Y/N, I promise.” And just like you were her own daughter, she hugged you to comfort you. She was much more maternal than Mary. Mary was just off with you, but Jody was sweet and made time for people. She was caring and didn’t have a bad thing to say about any of you Winchesters. “They’ve packed their bags, I think they’re all packed in the car.”

“Ok, I’ll be there in a sec,” you replied before she walked out and you finished packing your bag. Once you were done, you went to the living room to say goodbye, your brothers were already in the car. “Thank you for letting me stay. Getting away from the bunker for a while was good for all of us.”

Jody hugged you goodbye. Alex smiled and said, “it was good meeting you. You should come back some time, we didn’t really get to know each other well enough.”

“Yeah, and listen, I’m sorry about getting angry so easily-”

“Don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us,“ she said with an understanding smile. You were sad that you never spent much time on her, you’d spent almost all of your time getting to know Claire.

Then you stepped over to Claire who was waiting to say goodbye to you. “Claire.”


You stared at her and shook your head. “I won’t fight with you, not now. Not after everything that’s happened. But at the same time I don’t think I can ever forgive you… I guess forgiveness isn’t for everyone.”


“Goodbye, Claire,” you said with a blank tone before leaving Jody’s house. As you shut the door behind you, you looked ahead at the car, where your brothers sat with anger and waited for you.

There was no point in stalling, you were going to have to get in the car with them even after what happened. You climbed in to the back seat. You were ready to head off but Dean and Sam just sat there in the front seat as they stared out the front window. “Aren’t you gonna-” you began to ask.

“Shut up,” Dean cut you off. “You’ve got a whole lot of apologising to do, and you’re grounded forever, until I change my mind.”

“That’s fair,” you agreed.

“It’s not just fair, Y/N. And it’s not just to punish you,” Sam added. “You can’t just act like that, you need to learn to control your anger and have more respect for yourself. You can never speak about yourself like that again.”

“I know that mow. You’re right and I’m wrong. I’m sorry,” you finished.

“Yeah, well,” Dean began to talk again as he stared to drive the car, “it’s gonna take a little more than that.”

“Well whatever it is, you tell me and I’ll do it,” you promised. “No more exploding like that, no more secrets. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

“Thank you,” Dean nodded with a stern face. His eyes were on the road but you could see his expression in the rear view mirror. “You can start making it up to us by talking to dad.”

“I always talk to him,” you stated with squinted eyes.

“Well this particular conversation is going to lead to forgiveness,” Sam finished.

Forgiveness, you knew exactly what that meant… You had to forgive John for leaving you. How could they ask that of you? After everything John had put you through you didn’t know if you could really do it, but it’s what the boys wanted you to do to make up for the way you acted at Jody’s.

* * *

“My brothers wanted me to forgive you, Claire, forgiveness was all they talked about on the way back to the bunker. I wanted to forgive you and give you all my love. You won me over, you broke down every wall I had ever built up to protect myself. But while you were breaking these walls I didn’t realise that you were also slowly breaking my heart. There’s a thin line between love and hate. Apparently that line is trust.”

And there it was. Tape 6 was over, and Claire was exposed as to what she really did to you. She put her feelings over your life, he could never move on from that. He heard Claire sneak back in. He opened up his door and she stood in her doorway, staring back at him with fear. “Did you finish the tape?”

He just nodded, and she got the message. Like you had said to Claire before, forgiveness isn’t for everyone.

“I’m going on a hunt tomorrow, I’ll be gone for about a week, I probably won’t be back for a while. You won’t have to leave because of me. I made Y/N leave because I was stupid, I won’t push you and your brother out too.”

“Claire,” Dean spoke a little softer as he realised that Claire felt remorseful for what she did. “Look, we all did things that hurt Y/N, things that we aren’t proud of.”

“That doesn’t make what I did okay,” Claire replied as a single tear fell down her cheek.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. I haven’t even reached my tape yet, I have no idea what I did, and when I listen to it I know that I’m going to hate myself for what I did because I loved her too. What you’re feeling right now is because you loved her.”

“It doesn’t bring her back,” she snapped.

“No, it doesn’t. And you know what? Nothing we do will ever bring her back, no matter how much we pity ourselves or hate ourselves for what we have done, we can’t bring her back because she is gone.” Dean didn’t realise he was crying until now, until he felt the wetness of his cheeks with his fingertips. “My baby sister, the person that I was supposed to protect and believe in, is dead because of all of us on those tapes. It is the worst pain imaginable and I will never be able to do anything about it, but if we don’t at least try, we are just as bad as Gabriel, or Crowley.”

“Crowley, tape 2 right?” Claire recalled. “He killed her mom, but I still feel like what he did is nothing compared to how I hurt her.”

“The easiest way to hurt someone is to tell them that you love them and then shatter that love in a matter of seconds. Crowley hurt her in cold blood, she hated him from the moment she met him. But she loved you, and that’s why what you did feels like the worst thing in the world. You expect bad people to hurt you, and in some messed up way when they do hurt you, you feel prepared. The people that love you and hurt you, that’s the hard part.”

Claire just nodded at what he said. “I uh, I need to pack some stuff for my hunt. I guess I’ll see you.”

Dean just walked into his room, he didn’t reply or acknowledge what Claire had just said about packing. He went in his room and she went into hers; that was the end of that conversation because he didn’t know if he could continue.

It was too much for him to handle, so he put the tape away in his jacket pocket before hanging it up on the back of the door. Dean laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. The tiredness he felt wasn’t something that could be fixed with sleep, but he had to at least try. The next day, Sam and Dean were going to head back to the bunker, even if they had only been at Jody’s one day, he needed to go back and listen to tape 7. He hadn’t told Sam or Jody yet that he wanted to leave the next day, but since the case was a bust anyway he didn’t see the point in staying.

And he knew that all tomorrow would bring was another tape. Another thing to break his heart, and another way for him to feel worse about your death. But he had to get through the day, just like he always did.

The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

Constructive feedback always appreciated!

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist

“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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Finally a take on the girls and a quick one at that. Similar to the first one, I messed around with both the movie and books/graphic novels to get this mess of a scribble. Shh! I hope ya’ll have a good day. Moving on!

The Nightly Routine

Summary: Being a parent means you get no sleep.

Pairing: Domestic!SamXReader

Warnings: Breastfeeding (not explicitly described), mostly just fluff, I think I dropped one F-bomb in there too

Word count: ~700


“It’s your turn,” you mutter weakly, turning over onto your side as he groans in protest.

“I just checked on him,” Sam returns sleepily, though you notice how he sits up and rubs his tired hazel eyes, the both of you tuning out the sound of the crying child a few feet away.

It’s loud and needy, but the few hours of sleep the two of you have been running on for weeks helps to dull the volume slightly. Just slightly.

“Fuck,” you moan, and you find yourself sitting up as your son let out another wail. “He’s probably hungry.”

Sam makes his way to the small crib and softly coos to your child, picking him up to bring him back to your bed.

The crying doesn’t stop, and you exhale quietly as you take the red faced infant into your arms. He settles within seconds of beginning to nurse on your breast, and you lean back against the headboard, closing your eyes.

“You okay?” Sam asks, and you nod weakly.

“Just tired,” you admit to him, rubbing your son’s tears from his cheeks carefully as he nursed. He was fussy and very picky when he ate; he didn’t like to be bothered.

“Daddy, Bubba woke me up,” you both look to the small voice in the doorway, rubbing her eyes with the back of her tiny fists.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Sam makes his way to your daughter, scooping her into his arms to bring her back to your bed as well. “He’s hungry.”

“Why can’t he just learn to say I’m hungry like I did?” she asks tiredly, laying her head against his shoulder. Her pout is almost as good as Sam’s, and you have no doubt that as she grows she will perfect it into a weapon that will be hard to combat.

“He will, when he gets older,” you tell her quietly. “Right now he’s too young to talk.”

“He cries a lot and hurts my ears,” she continues, sticking a thumb into her mouth.

“No thumb,” Sam reminds her, gently patting her forearm. “You said you’re a big girl, and big girls don’t suck their thumbs anymore.”

“I don’t wanna be a big girl, Daddy,” she pouts and nuzzles into his neck. “I wanna be little again and not wake up when Bubba cries.”

“I know, baby girl,” he rocks her slightly as he sighs. “He’s gonna grow up soon, and he won’t cry at night anymore. Can you wait just a little bit longer?”

You turn your focus to your son, who is now pushing away from your chest, signaling that he is done with his meal.

You don’t hear your daughter’s response, or Sam’s following comments as you focus on your son.

Grabbing the rag from the bedside table, you throw it over your shoulder and burp him gently as Sam quiets your daughter.

After the burping, you rock your son gently until he falls asleep, and one look at Sam shows your daughter asleep on his lap, her arms curled around his neck.

You smile slightly at the sight and catch his gaze. As one, you both move to put your children back to bed, Sam to the adjacent room, and you to the crib nearby.

You make it back before Sam does and crawl under the covers, already almost asleep as he moves in beside you and lays his head in the crook of your neck.

A hand moves instinctively up to his hair, settling through the long locks as a comfort to the both of you as he places a featherlight kiss against your collar.

“And you want more of them,” you mumble against his forehead, throwing a leg over his hip as you cuddled into him comfortably. The lack of sleep was a very large reason of why you were hesitant to have more children, but Sam didn’t seem to mind.

“Shh, go to sleep,” he states against your flesh. “We don’t know how long this one will last.”

“When he cries again, he’s yours,” you inform Sam with a yawn. “I fed him, he shouldn’t need me.”

“Fine,” he agrees. “But she’s yours.”

You groan against him and then sigh, closing your eyes as sleep closed in.

“Deal,” you say, but you’re pretty sure he’s already back asleep and taking advantage of the quiet moment.

And in seconds, so are you.

The Wounded Heart(M)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Angst, Smut

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say about this one! Enjoy!!

-Admin Moon

“Touch me,” I breathed, my eyes on his. “Just… just once, touch me.”

“Y/N,“ He choked​ out. "I… you know I can’t do that. It’s not right. You know I…I…I just can’t.”

“Cause we’re in your office?” I asked. “Because I’m your my best friend and I don’t want you…,” He told me, while I managed to wring my arms around him. My bottom lip shook as I let out a small whine, “But I want you,” I begged. “I want you so bad, Hobi.” I leaned closer to her even though he tried to put some distance between us. I start whispering in his ear. “I dream about you. I think about you. I…” My breath hitches. “I want you. I want you to be the first… I need it to be you. I want everything I know you can give me.”

After last night I knew I wanted to be with him, the man I loved…my bestfriend. He look away but my mouth followed, landing softly on the soft skin behind his ear. He groan out loud as I began making small nibbles on it, making him tighten his grip on my wrists. “Stop this, right now,” He order her, but I just snuggled closer to him, so needy for his attention it hurt. “Y/N, you need to stop.”

“Make me, Hobi” I taunted him, causing him to gather my wrists in one arm and put it behind my back, while the other one went to my neck. When he gripped my throat tightly, my breath caught. “We’re not doing this,” He snarl at me. “You’re my best friend, I don’t want anything to happen to you. Because if you hurt me, your punishment will be worse than theirs were.” My throat contracted as I tried to get oxygen. “You can try and stop me,” she manages to get out. “But you’re the one who’s going to break in the end, Hobi.” I wrestled out of his embrace, but he doesn’t let me get away. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me back. “Stop playing,” He growls at me. “You’re walking on very thin ice.”

I gasp when his fingers touch my hips. He pulls me closer and sits on his desk, and suddenly I’m between his legs. I can feel how fucking hard he is, the thick outline of his cock brushing up against my thighs. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him right now. I need this, I’ve waited for so long for this moment. If only if he would let me. “I’m not playing, Hobi” I manage to whisper. “This is real to me. This, between us, whatever it is. I want you.” He mutters something under his breath, his eyes roaming over my body and leaving goosebumps erupting under my clothes in their wake.

His hands don’t move from my hips even though I want them to, and I know he’s trying to decide what to do with me. “Just let it happen,” I say softly. “Just… fuck me, Hobi…please. We both know it’s going to happen sooner or later.”

“It shouldn’t,“ he mutters quickly. "It shouldn’t fucking happen. You’re messing with my head, Y/N. You’re… You’re too much…” I reach for his lapels to pull him closer, molding my mouth to his in a desperate kiss. I’m trying to make him see how very badly I need this, his mouth touching mine, his tongue slipping inside me and taking me. I kiss him with all the fight I have left in my body, the anger from him denying me all this time, the desperation I felt when we spent the weekend together. I need this, and it’s becoming evident as every cell in my body becomes so involved in the kiss I end up crumpling in his lap.

Hoseok holds me up by my hips and gives me a strained look. “You don’t want this, Y/N,” he warns me. “I’m not gentle, I’m not sweet, I’m not the right guy.” I know all of this, yet I this want him. I crave him. I need him to finally be mine. I look at him, realizing he’s battling himself on the inside. “Please,” I beg him. “Please, I want this so badly. You’re… you’re the one I want to be my first.”

His fingers tighten and bunch up the fabric of my blouse, and he groans when I keep begging in the softest of voices. Just repeating that one word over and over again, please Hobi, fuck me please, I need you please, please take me. He breaks slowly, his resolve weakening but his grip on my clothes tightening. I moan when he pulls me even closer, when my pussy brushes up against his leg, when his dick throbs against my thigh. I can tell how much he’s struggling as he pulls down my skirt and I step out of it, leaving my tights and my shoes on. “Fucking shit, Kitten” he groans, his fingers going to the hem of my blouse.

He undoes them slowly, like he’s trying to change his mind with every button that comes undone. But sooner or later he’s done, and I shrug off the blouse until I’m standing in front of him in my bra. He looks away. “Hobi,” I beg softly. “Look at me, please…” When his eyes meet mine they’re filled with so much pain. He’s afraid I’m going to hurt him, like the bitch who left him for his brother. We’ve been friends for years now, he should know me better than this.

I pull down my tights and step out of them. Now I’m just in a blue lingerie set, it had a lighter blue as the trim, which popped against my skin.

He’s staring at me and I shiver under his touch as his fingers stroke my tummy gently. “I can’t do this,” he groans. “I can’t fucking do this to you, Y/N.” I take his hand and place it on my neck, his fingers trembling as they wrap around my throat. “But I need you to,” I whisper. “Use me, Hobi. Do whatever you want to me. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me like you think. Let me help you heal.”

He curses under his breath and I see him break. And then everything happens so fucking fast I can barely catch a breath. He gets up from his desk, he takes my wrists behind my back and bends me over the desk. I moan with pure ecstasy as my cheek hits the hardwood of it, and his fingers travel down my spine, making me arch my whole body. He undoes the hook of my bra and pulls it off in one motion, my breast bounce free. But they never hit the desk, because he grabs them and pushes his cock into my ass, making me purr like a needy kitten.

"Do you really want this?” he asks me in a low growl, and I barely manage a nod. “Okay, Kitten. I’ll be gentle as I can, I promise…” His voice is sweet but deep as he strokes my chest. I feel my nipples getting hard under his touch and I almost pass out from the feeling building inside me, so desperate to feel him, more of him, filling me, taking me, ruining me. His fingers leave my breasts and I moan in protest, but gasp the next second when he rips my panties off, just like that. “This ass has been driving me insane for years,” he tells me, stroking me with two fingers. What’s insane is the way he makes me feel with barely any contact.

In moments, I’m begging for more and arching my back so desperately my cheeks blush in embarrassment. I attempt to spread my legs, but he pushes them back together, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “It’ll be even tighter if you keep them like this,“ he whispers gently in my ear, and I cry out.

He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back with one hand, his other unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. I’m so desperate I’m gasping, low, soft sounds making me beg him for his cock inside me. "I need you,” I cry out. “No more waiting.” I feel embarrassed as hell when I feel the first tear fall, not because I’m hurting or scared, it’s because he’s still not inside me. His finger outlines my soaked pussy and I want to scream, fucking scream for more. “Shh, Kitten,” he says gently, but his voice is strained. And then I feel something probing at my entrance, his cock so hard, the tip silky and round and so fucking big my eyes dilate as I look at him over my shoulder. “Fuck,” I breathe panicked breaths. “I can’t, I’m scared.” He strokes my cheek and I just stare and stare at him, “Do you want me to stop, Kitten?” he asks me gently. “I’ll stop right now; we don’t have to talk about this ever again.”

“No,” I say right away. “I’ll hate you if you do, just push it in, I don’t care if it hurts, just fuck me, Hoseok… Shit!” He pushes inside without waiting for me to stop rambling. He doesn’t go slow, he fills my pussy up and I have to bite my lips to stop myself from crying out, because god, it hurts so much, it hurts so fucking good. I can feel him splitting me open, his cock parting my lips and claiming me with one push, one thrust of his powerful hips. He groans behind me and I close my eyes, more tears leaking out and my lips shaking so bad. “Goodness,” he breathes behind me. “What a tight pussy, Kitten.”

He starts thrusting into me slowly, his cock filling me up and leaving me so damn empty in the next second I just want to scream. I adjust to his size when suddenly, it starts feeling good, so fucking good my nails dig into the wood of the desk. “More,” I beg him. “More Hobi. I need so much more.” He grunts and keeps fucking me, and I keep my legs tightly pressed together, and it’s so much, so much to take I feel like I’m about to pass out.

I let out a long moan and he grabs my hips, pushing inside me with such force my body starts hitting the desk, my hip bones bruising with every one of his thrusts. I feel it building inside me, something unknown, something I don’t completely understand. I feel it happening before it actually does, the pressure building, then finally mercilessly, releasing as my pussy let’s go and I scream his name. “Hoseok, Hoseok!”

“Hold on, Kitten,” he grunts. “Just a little bit longer… Just let me use you up, Kitten.” He goes faster and I go limp in his arms. I feel him so deep inside me, and I love this feeling. I can’t believe this is happening. One of his hands goes to my breasts and he has to practically hold me up to keep fucking me, I’m so far gone. I keep whispering for more and he keeps giving it to me, long, deep thrusts that make me roll my eyes back and hope there’s more to come. “I need to cum,” he growls in my ear, blowing strands of my dark mane out of my face. “Yes, give me what I want.” I squeak out. He grunts and pushes inside me, and I feel his hips shaking as he empties himself inside. “You’re such a good girl, Kitten,” he mutters. “Now stay still now, let me finish inside you.” I collapse in his arms, but Hoseok holds me up until I milk him dry.

I feel him release it all inside me, and still, he won’t let go. I feel him getting softer in my pussy, not rock hard anymore, as he cradles me in his arms. He holds me like a man that’s loved me for a long time. He breathes deep, tired breaths into my back, and finally lifts me off his cock. I gasp when he does it, and then he places me down on his desk, like I’m some kind of expensive decoration for his office. He leans over to me and I stare at him deliriously. His hands grasp my face and he kisses me, the first time he’s done it of his own accord.

His lips are hard, but the kiss isn’t. It’s almost sweet, like I had my old bestfriend back. “Are you okay?” he asks me gently, and I nod. “I know it’s a lot to take.” He takes my hand in his and offers me a bottle of water on his desk. I reach for it with shaky fingers, but can’t get the lid off. He does it for me instead, unscrewing it and giving me the water, pouring it in my mouth. I take slow, long gulps while my eyes rest on his. He smiles at me and then makes a face, and I spurt water all over him when I start to laugh.

This is how things used to be…before his ex tore up his precious heart with her claws. I’m not regretting what happened, it had been a long time coming, though. I saw the signs, but he refused to listen to me. I wipe my mouth and give him an apologetic look, “I’ll let you get back to work. I don’t want to get you in trouble.” I say softly, getting off the desk. “Wait.” He pulls me by my wrist gently, giving me an inquisitive look.

“Why don’t I take a half day and go home with you?”

“You…” I look up at him, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.”

He shakes his head, “Trust me, I won’t. He’s busying doing something…or someone right now.“ Afterwards he pulls me closer. He doesn’t let go of me, just looks into my eyes with an intensity I haven’t seen for awhile. "Can you get dressed?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say softly, and he lets go of me. He zips up his trousers while I put my outfit back on, my cheeks burning like crazy, because I’m not wearing panties under my tights. He tore them into two pieces, and they’re just not salvageable. He pulls me back into his embrace, “Y/N,” he says sternly, one of his hands going to my nape, the other resting on my thigh. “You know you’re mine now, right?” I just stare at him, feeling myself blushing intensely. “Yours?” I repeat. “Yes,” He reaches up to my lips, brushing them with his thumb. Before I really know what I’m doing, I suck his finger into my mouth and he stares at me deeply, letting out a breath when I look up at him with his finger in my mouth. My hands go up and I clutch his wrist. His hold on my neck tightens. “Mine,” he tells me firmly, and a wicked smile lights up his handsome face.

How MM Characters React to Finding Out You're Pregnant


  •  He already noticed slight changes to your mood and body before you did. 
  •  At first he thought it might be the flu, but that thought changes when you are too tired for your usual love fest in bed.
  • “I’m sorry, Jumin. I’m too tired tonight.”
  • Elizabeth 3rd also becomes extra clingy to you. 
  • Jumin makes you go to the doctor and they can’t find anything wrong. He insists to do further tests but you beg him not to.
  • “It’s probably stress, Jumin. I’ll be fine.”
  • Wrong answer. Jumin has cleared your schedule until he feels like you’re feeling better. 
  • A week later you realize your period hasn’t happened. 
  • Jumin knew this before you and scheduled another doctor’s appointment after asking Jaehee to research information on missed periods (poor Jaehee.)
  • He makes you go back to the doctor for blood work. Suddenly this all makes sense: The fatigue, your bras no longer fitting, and feeling sick. 
  •  The doctor walks in with the good news. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Han. You’re going to be parents.”
  • Jumin doesn’t say anything at first. His face loses color. The news is a surprise. 
  • “Sweetheart, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve never seen him this way before.
  • He nearly faints from processing all the emotions he is feeling on the way out of the doctor’s office.
  • Jaehee cancels all of Jumin’s meetings for the week citing “exhaustion” as the cause.  
  • Jumin holds you close to him later on that night, confessing he is both terrified and delighted at the news. He wonders if Elizabeth 3rd will feel jealous. omg really jumin. 
  • “I’m sure she’ll be happy too,” You whisper in his ear as you accidentally fall asleep on his chest. 
  • He admires the glow your face is beginning to show as you sleep peacefully. 


  • You’ve been much more emotional lately. 
  • Every time Zen had to leave on set you find yourself crying, but why?
  • You even beat yourself up about it. “Why am I acting so strange..?”
  • Zen invites you to come on set with him one day and you’re immediately say yes! 
  • You couldn’t help but keep refilling your plate with cakes from catering. Zen tries to crack a joke “You are what you eat, huh babe?” 
  • But it backfires.
  • It backfires BAD. 
  • You walk away sobbing. This is entirely out of character. 
  • “Wait! BABE! I’m so sorry!” He runs after you and pulls you in for a hug. 
  • You sob into his chest for a few minutes and then go silent.
  • He pushes you in front of him to see what’s wrong. “Babe…?” 
  • Your face turns white and you go limp in front of him. 
  • Zen FREAKS out and immediately yells for someone to help. 
  • He carries you himself to the ambulance and he demands you get rushed you to the hospital. 
  • The paparazzi outside of the set take photos of the incident. A video is uploaded to Youtube.
  • You regain consciousness when arriving to the hospital. “What’s…what’s going on?” 
  • Zen cries with joy seeing you’re awake and hugs you. “Shh. Just rest, my princess. We’ll find out. I love you.” 
  • He refuses to leave your side as the hospital runs a bunch of tests, but, you tell him he should get something to eat while they do an ultrasound. 
  • The doctor comes in a couple hours later and tells them it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration.  “This is a common symptom in pregnancies. She’ll need to make sure she drinks more fluid and get rest.”
  • Wait. What? Both you and Zen look at the doctor with confusion.
  • The doctor informs the two of you that you’re already 13 weeks pregnant. He gives Zen a picture of the ultrasound showing a little baby bean! 
  • You start crying at news. It’s happy tears. Eventually Zen starts crying too. He’s just as happy. 


  • It’s not secret you and Yoosung wanted to have kids immediately.
  • You two tried every month for six months. 
  • You have a bulk stash of HCG strips in the bathroom, an ovulation 
    tracker on the your phone, and have read every article online on how to improve your chances at becoming pregnant.
  • Every month your period came, Yoosung started to doubt himself. 
  • “Is.. Is there something wrong with me?”
  • You’d hold him and reassure him. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you! Sometimes it just takes time, I guess.” Deep inside, you wondered if there was actually something wrong with you instead.
  • After a year of trying, you both go to a fertility specialist to have tests done. 
  • The specialist tells the both of you there is a problem with your ovulation. They immediately start on you a treatment plan with fertility drugs. 
  • You act okay with the news, but in reality you are the opposite of okay. 
  • Yoosung finds you crying underneath the covers and panics. 
  • “Please don’t cry! It’s not your fault!”
  • Soon he’s crying too. 
  • By the third treatment cycle you start to notice changes in your body.
  • You start doubting your feelings. You try to remain calm. 
  • Every day you and Yoosung talk about all of your different things happening with your body.
  • When you take one of your test strips at home you notice a second faint line, causing your heart to skip a beat.
  • “Yoosung! LOOK!” 
  • Each test on each day has a darker, and darker second line. You two get hopeful. It’s been a hard two years, but it feels like you two are getting to the light at the end of the tunnel. 
  • You two are SO nervous at the fertility specialist. Yoosung can barely breathe.
  • The fertility specialist confirms what you two have been dreaming. You are pregnant!
  • Yoosung sobs tears of joy at the news.  You two are so happy to finally become parents. 
  • The fertility specialist interrupts the celebration with even more good news.
  • “There’s just one thing…”
  • He shows on the screen there are four baby beans. 
  • FOUR.


  • Remember that one time he wanted to leave evidence he existed on you?
  • Well he wanted to do that again on your honeymoon. And then some. 
  • A couple months later you notice you are craving Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper more than normal.
  • At first Saeyoung thinks it’s really cute how much junk food you’re eating.
  • And then he realizes an entire giant box of Honey Buddha Chips are gone. 
  • He asks Saeran first if he knew what happened to them.
  • “Why would I eat all of your chips? I saw your wife with the box. Ask her.”
  • And then he wonders if maybe you’re emotionally eating.
  • What if she regrets our marriage? 
  • Later on in the day you visit Saeyoung in his computer room where he’s playing LOLOL. “Hey… Saeyoung.. we need to talk.”
  • Your voice makes him immediately spin around. He has tears in his eyes. “I.. I knew this day would come.” 
  • Your heart immediately sinks. “I’m.. I’m so sorry Saeyoung!”  You feel even more guilty at eating his precious Honey Buddha Chips as you add “I’ve been so hungry lately and they just taste so good. I’m so sorry for eating them I will never do it again!” 
  • Saeyoug looks at you confused. “Wait? You’re not leaving… me?”
  • “I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU.” omg you stupid idiot i love you. 
  • Suddenly you feel hot and sick. You run to the bathroom covering your mouth.
  • Saeyoung panics when he hears you vomit in the bathroom. It’s enough to get Saeran out of his room too. 
  • He’s never heard you this sick before and makes you go to bed. This goes on for a week. 
  • Soon he’s starting to search for answers online. He even goes to WebMD.
  • When you’re sleeping he calls Jaehee in a panic, worrying you might be dying and because you both are girls maybe she would know how women things work. 
  • Jaehee calmly explains to him that you’re not dead and dying. She suggests to him that you may be pregnant and should take a test. (I guarantee she facepalmed at the convo.)
  • A week later, you’re start having suspicions too. You look at the calendar and realize you haven’t had a period in two months.  “Could it be..?” 
  • You go to tell Saeyoung you think you’re pregnant and He confesses he already purchased a bunch of pregnant tests for you.
  • You think that’s the most romantic thing ever and hug him to pieces. 
  • He waits outside while you figure out how to use to use the test. How do girls pee on this thing omg. The test immediately comes back as positive. 
  • You rush out of the bathroom with the test in hand. You both are sobbing tears or joy together. 
  • You lean in to kiss him when you’re stomach starts to growl again. 
  • “Can.. Can I have more Honey Buddha Chips?” 
  • He’ll be glad to give you anything for you and the baby. 
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Your suffering, my offering...

Anonymous asked: Could we have some more of canon Dark’s personality showing through? Like he slowly lets it slip that he isn’t actually trying to help and wants to use us instead?

( You did say “slowly,” since Dark is often subtle with his approaches. I took a long time trying to figure out how to approach your request, since I try to portray Dark as close to Mark’s interpretation as I possibly can in all my audio posts. Hopefully this audio fit the criteria to your request, anon! If you have more suggestions, I highly encourage you to send them to the ask box, or submit a script if you have one you’d like to share. )
- Ellynore 

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Anxiety was hungry, and not the normal kind of Hungry he always had. No, Anxiety was spinach corning, growling hungry. He burst into the kitchen, and grabbed a yogurt, unaware of anything else that was happening. He was about halfway through his yogurt when he heard the sniffling, and he flipped around. His eyes narrowed at the bent figure, and he realized it was Roman, crying into his sash. Anxiety dropped his yogurt, it exploding as it hit the floor, and rushed over to the prince. Anxiety cradled him, talking a mild a minute,”Hey… Crying is my job… Shh… it’s going to be alright… what happened?… What do you need?… You can tell me… Deep breaths….How can I make it better?…”
His calming words trailed off, becoming nothing more than soothing sounds crashing against Princey’s choking sobs, and the depressed boy was whispering soothingly. It was a sharp contrast to their normal ways, but if anyone knew crying, it was Anxiety.
Eventually, after about 10 minutes, them just laying there Roman cradled in Anxiety’s arms, Princey calmed down enough to form a coherent thought, and he began to choke out the words: “I … was … just… cutting… some…onions.”
At this, Anxiety stands up suddenly, pushing Princey off his lap. “Onions?” he shrieks.
With his voice still echoing on the cupboards, Anxiety strides out of the room, and slams the door, leaving behind a splattered yogurt, and a mute Prince.
Inspiration comes from @prinxietytrash, @incorrectprinxietyquotes, and of course @thatsthat24.
I don’t own anything, just my adaptation.

The best part of the How to Train Your Dragon movies isn’t even the plot.

It’s the emotions, the reactions, the expressions, the details.

They don’t follow cliches.

When he found Toothless, it wasn’t the fish that made them friends. It made Toothless less murderous, but he still wouldn’t let Hiccup near him. It was a moment of bonding that let them be friends. A drawing, a dance, and patience. That’s what it took.

When he was in the battle arena, Hiccup tried to make Toothless leave after he saved him. But Toothless wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t listen because he thought Hiccup was still in danger. But when Hiccup yelled no, Toothless listened then because of the way it was said. When he told him to leave, he was worried. When he told him to stop, he was scared.

When you see a loved one you thought you lost, or you are the loved one. It cliches them running, and hugging and crying. But these movies show a different reaction. Hiccup is confused, Stoick is quiet and careful, and Valka is afraid.

Things that usually make movies boring, re-imagined. All of these things that you sometimes know are coming, and they do. But they come in a different way. Instead of when someone dies, the MC immediately attacks the cause, or killer, Hiccup went over and cried over his dad for a moment. He never attacked or yelled at Drago about it. He never even mentioned it to him. 

Hiccup didn’t hold a grudge against Toothless. He yelled at him a moment, but that is a natural reaction. You can tell he regrets it very fast. He tries to save Toothless before being held back.

These movies showed so much love and trust between Hiccup and Toothless. Toothless tried harder to get out of the place where he fell to save Hiccup then he did to save himself. Hiccup trusted Toothless to save him from pillars when he was flying top speed towards them. 

Hiccup challenged his tribe, and his own father, for Toothless.

Toothless challenged a dragon 1000 times his size for Hiccup.

This is why I love these movies so much. This is the reason I have watched them at least 20 times this month alone. 

This is what Dreamworks needs to aim for every time.

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Photo - Jonathan Byers Imagine

REQUESTED: Yes, requested by @cocodelocoquerico! (I couldn’t actually tag the user for some reason, so I’m slightly annoyed :( )

“Could you do a Jonathan Byers x reader where the reader takes his camera and snaps a few saucy pics of herself and then when he comes across them later he gets all flustered and aroused”

WARNINGS: Noots, boners, awkward Jon is awkward

SUMMARY: You find Jon’s camera at your house, and decide to have a little fun, forgetting about the photos until he’s developed them.

NOTES: So, I actually got a lot done today in terms of organisation/health!

I did 20 minutes of yoga today in order to get abs (wooooow) and then organised my Chrome favourites bar, as well as making some infused water for myself! (I’M TRYING GUYS I’M ACTUALLY TRYING)

Anyways, I’m so happy for this request for a Jon imagine because honestly I’ve missed writing for him and the ST group, so this is a welcome surprise :)

Hope you enjoy!!

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anonymous asked:

1-30 Eremika


1) who rocks the ferris wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

mikasa doesn’t flip out per se, but she gets this certain look on her face and that’s all it takes for eren to still. eren’s no idiot, however, he likes to test his luck and see how far he can go with it.

2) who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

i headcanon eren and mikasa as aromantics, so they’re not horny™ 24/7 — even in modern verses where they have more time to explore physical intimacy. during the beginning stages of their relationship, mikasa initiated a lot because eren is awkward and he’s always been more of a physical kind of being. as he continues to grow more comfortable with being sexually intimate, he becomes more confident and makes up for his past obliviousness with fierce, passionate lovemaking.

3) who is more into taking showers/baths together? who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

sexy times occur when an innocent little over-the-shoulder kiss lingers too long. with eren and mikasa, the mood™ can be stemmed from something as random as something that happened two weeks beforehand.

eren “we’ve been separated because of a situation i couldn’t control and i missed you so fucking much” jaeger.

mikasa “you washed my scarf and left a note for me before you left” ackerman.

4) who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

“eren…why are you naked?”

“because i have nothing to wear.”

“you can wear me.”

“…get over here, you.”

5) who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

eren. but he always wakes up to mikasa lying on top of him with their blanket and all of a sudden, he’s not angry anymore.

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sleepover | cheryl blossom

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a/n: work of my co-owner xx

what is a ‘best friend’?

almost everyone has one, and almost everyone is one. there’s something about a best friend that cannot be duplicated.

everyone has their own definition of what their own best friend is like and what an impact he or she has made in their life. For me, it’s Cheryl, Cheryl Blossom.

we started off as chem partners and immediately became friends. we were there for each other. she was there for me when my sister moved out and I was there for her when Jason died.

true friendship is a divine quality. to get a true friend is rare achieve­ment now a days, & cheryl really was one, or so I thought.

far more recently, our friendship had started to fade. I was lonely,confused. I tried to call her, to help her, but I failed. I knew her like a back of my hand, something was going on.

It was the first school day of the semester. I was happy, yet a little nervous. I was walking down the hall, starting at my phone, trying not to draw much attention to myself when i hear my name being called


it was one of my good friends Kevin.

“Kevin! Hey” I greeted him with a warm smile.

a few classes have passed and it was time for the cheerleader try outs with cheryl.

I was anxious to meet my friend once again, after a long time. I put on my short shorts and the River Vixens shirt.

Cheryl made me a Vixen last year. She was very protective and possessive of me since the other girls truly hated me. Suddenly, a skinny read haired girl entered the Ladies Room. It was one and only Cheryl Blossom. I sighed, trying to get myself together.

“Okay, listen up!” She clapped her hands in order to gain some attention.

“The next football match is in 7 days, ladies. Which means, hard work”

“What on earth are you waiting for?! Get out!” She shouted. I nodded, avoiding any eye contact.

“Not you!”

Boom. That was it. I frooze. She approached me.

“Hey” she said in a sweet, calm voice.

“Um… Hi… Cheryl” I laughed awkwardly.

“Look… How…”

“Shhhh…” She pressed her finger onto my lips.

“Sleepover. Thornhill mansion. Tonight. 6 PM. I’ll explain everything”

I gasped in confusion and mumbled ‘okay’ to myself.

time passed quickly. It was already 5.30 and I was ready to go. I was completely confused, was Cheryl hiding something?

I decided to go by my bike, since my car was not in a good state. Cheryl and I used to drive around with my car late at night. Those were adventures. I smiled to myself while a tear rolled down my cheek. 

I entered the massive place where the Blossoms had lived. I found it strange that Cheryl wanted to be my friend in the first place, since my family wasn’t rich at all, I guess our friendship was strong, right?!

“Y/N?!” I heard a familiar voice. It was her.

“Cheryl.” I hugged her tightly. God, I missed tat feeling.

“Let’s go up stairs!”

the atmosphere was more than weird. Something truly strange was going on with her.

“You want a drink?” She said sweetly. 

“Um… I don’t drink, remember?” awkward silence. 

“Yeah, sure, whatever. “ 

“Cheryl” I shouted. “What’s going on?“ 

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know the truth. A single tear escaped her eye. 

Then more and more. Suddenly she turned into a sobbing mess. "Cheryl, I…”

“It’s them. My… My parents.”

“Shh…” I hugged her and sat on the bed.

“Jason… He was the one. I’m not. My family, they hate me, Y/N." i started to cry too. 

"Everybody hates me" more tears rolled down her cheek. 

"Hey” I laughed. "Remember when when we pranked your parents on Halloween?“ I tried to brighter up her mood. 

"They thought somebody broke into the house” a small laugh escaped her mouth.

We looked into each other’s eyes and laughed.

“I don’t hate you, Cheryl’ I whispered softly.

"You are my best friend, I can’t possibly hate you” I smiled to her. We spent the rest of the night cuddling in her bed and talking. It was simply beautiful.

This world is changing so fast at a speed of light that even though we know we both change and we’re finding our place in the world and we both know that when the tears fall we’ll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we’re not best friends anymore.

thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Hartwin, 47

47. “No one needs to know.”

“Harry,” the voice says. “Oh, fuck, is that you?” 

Eggsy’s standing there in the doorway, hair mussed and clad in a Kingsman suit, and Harry’s breath catches. He’s bare-handed, but his fists are clenched, ready to throw a punch, and his eyes flash with shock before his arms collapse at his sides. “Oh, fuck. I thought…oh, Harry. It’s you, isn’t it?” 

“Yes,” Harry says, rising from his bed, then winces at the ache in his head. Poppy gives him painkillers, but they’re not a cure-all, and he doesn’t take them unless they’re forced down his throat. Eggsy still looks stunned, lips parted, eyes as green as the highlands he and Merlin explored as boys. 

“We gotta get you out of here,” Eggsy says, looking behind him. “Now.” 

“How did you know where to find me?” Harry asks. He’ll need a weapon, but Poppy is always careful that he has none. The safety razor is taken away each morning, the utensils he uses to eat are flimsy white plastic, and he’s always kept heavily drugged by whatever the tiny bursts of air emitting from the walls of his cell are. His head is always foggy, always confused, and the marks he uses to keep track of the days must be wrong, but he keeps doing it out of a desire to preserve some amount of sanity and control. 

“I knew you were alive,” Eggsy says, “and I never stopped searching for you.” 

Eggsy had faith in him, as boundless and as endless as the sea. That realization makes Harry want to kiss him, draw him into his arms and say all the things he should have said instead of the hurtful words he’d snapped at Eggsy before leaving. 

Clearly, Eggsy sees, and his eyes widen for an instant, something like a smirk creeping across his face before being replaced with a softer smile. “I missed you,” he now says, and every thought Harry has vanishes with the questions crowding in his mind. “I missed you so much.” He shakes his head. “Remember when you were in that coma, and I kept sneaking down to see you? I knew I couldn’t lose you then, and I can’t lose you now.” 

“Eggsy…” Harry says, but Eggsy comes up, pressing a finger against his lips. His hands are smooth, unblemished, with nothing so much as a dark pink scar from his right knuckles, and Harry stares down at them as one of them coil around his tie. 

“Shh,” Eggsy whispers, “no one needs to know.” His lips ghost over his, and Harry detects a trace of something sickly sweet, something that smells like strawberries. 

Summoning all of his strength, Harry places both hands on Eggsy’s chest and shoves him away. 

The cloaking falls, and in Eggsy’s place stands Poppy, looking disappointed. “And here I thought I was going to be a bit more successful this time,” she sighs, then looks towards the cameras with a short glare. In that second, Harry thinks about lunging for her, wrapping his hand around her throat, but knows it would be futile. There are guards waiting outside, along with countless security measures Merlin, safe in London, would have to break. “Clearly, my information was flawed.” 

“Oi,” a voice complains through the speakers embedded into the ceiling, indignant and drawling. Hesketh. That fucking bastard. “I gave you what I could on Eggsy. Not my fault.” 

You don’t know enough about Eggsy to break me, Harry thinks. It’s a bitter triumph. 

Still, he needs to be careful. Poppy will eventually perfect her concoction and the first test subject will be him, trapped in this cage without an ally. He has to play the good prisoner, confused and as helpless as he can seem, and perhaps would be able to get more privileges. 

Harry knows what leverage he has: information about Kingsman Charlie isn’t privy to and skills that Charlie also cannot match. Poppy’s come in, making references to the footage of the South Glade Mission Church. She knows what he can do, and she clearly wants him to do it for her. It matters not that she has mercenaries of her own, including Chester’s treacherous candidate, with fantastic weapons made out of prosthetic limbs; Poppy’s stockpiling and wants to have everything in her arsenal ready for whatever she wants to do. 

Until then, he’ll keep fighting. Poppy will never get a word out of him, not an inkling, and he’s slowly memorizing all of her tricks. She won’t kill him, not when he’s so valuable, and eventually, he’ll slip through her defenses and find his way back home. 

And when that day comes, he’ll get to see Eggsy again. 

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OSF AU - “On the World Stage” (Extended Trailer)

So there is a slightly longer section for this, where editing is a bit choppy. But here you go anyway, for now. :p

Marineford was a nice place. Large, dignified, polished…brimming with eager soldiers of all ranks and plenty of guns pointed toward the sea. Battleships bristled with cannons and the sound of human activity carried along the wind and up through the island’s structure. The sea breeze on the edge of the Tarai Current was refreshing, particularly after days of travel to reach this particular, fortified spot. The base buzzed with nervous energy as the garrison prepared for a war that could shake the very foundations of the world. Almost literally, when one accounted for the possible presence of a master of the Gura Gura no Mi. The Marines were ready. The war would not find them wanting.

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Authors note: This is my first story, I encourage you to let me know how you’re liking it so far. I would also like to thank @starshinesupergirl for all the help (if you dont follow her you probably should. 

Some Walking Dead Characters


Warnings: graphic violence, gore, language, rape, food water and sensory deprivation, murder.

Chapter Summary: Negan swings around after a traumatic moment, but she dodges him again. 

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |


Chapter Eight: Red Water

I slowly brought myself to my feet, my bottom lip quivered and I let out a shaky breath.

He was standing in front of me, alone and I didn’t even have a game plan. I couldn’t run or fight, the lack of food brought me to a surrender, physically.

The man approached me his eyes were dark and dangerous. His demeanor was serious and ominous.

Stalking closer to me, my eyebrows furrowed, my blood boiled and my stomach was in ropes.

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