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Note: This is an extremely long post 

101 reasons why Jikook/Kookmin is my ultimate OTP
or 101 times Jikook made my heart flutter

1) When Jungkook tries to find reasonable excuses to hold Jimin’s hands (in which he usually succeeds). Example: A decent round of arm wrestling or a hand massage.

2) It’s nice to know Jungkook isn’t the only one who enjoys the occasion; Jimin does too, even comes up with the most absurd idea (like who arm wrestles while sitting 5ft apart? and knowing he will definitely lose?) urm 128 rounds, 128 losses…

3) The way Jimin ruffles Jungkook’s hair, as if to say “You did well, baby. I’m proud of you” or the way Jungkook leans into Jimin’s touch when he pats his hair.

4) When Jimin asked for kisses from Jungkook, but he panicked and jokingly pushed Jimin away, all the while grinning like the shy boy he used to be.

5) The moment Jimin asked for a peck on the cheek on Jungkook’s birthday but Jungkook just smiled at the camera.

6) When Jungkook softly answered “no” when asked by Jimin if he likes his hyung that much. He just couldn’t resist teasing hyung because of how adorable he would look afterward.

(Time frame: 3:45-4:10)

7) The numerous times Jungkook would wait for Jimin even though he keeps on complaining about Jimin’s sloth-like pace.

8) When they strut around the airport or basically anywhere, side by side. Even when others are way ahead they would take their own sweet time.


After fansign…

and of course, at the airport….

9) Jungkook probably feels that it’s a part of his responsibility to make Jimin happy, so more often than not he would try to joke around and comfort the older, even if it means turning himself into a dork.

10) The glistening look in Jungkook’s eyes whenever Jimin talks in interviews. 

11) When Jungkook made Jimin wear a tiara at a fansign and called him princess.

12) The uniformity of Jimin’s Twitter hashtags when Jungkook is there with him. It’s always #JIMIN and #꾹, making it easier for trash like me to find what I’m looking for haha.

13) Jimin and Jungkook being domestic and sharing soggy cereal in one bowl, using one spoon. Also the many times they share drinks and food.

14) “I will sleep here with Jimin” while pointing at the top bunk of the caravan in Bon Voyage , which, for me, strengthens the possibility of them sleeping together in the dorm. Reminds me of this too: “Everyone, Jungkookie cuddles me to sleep”.

15) When Jungkook suddenly stepped in front of Jimin while he’s talking to apply lip balm on his lips. The hyungs’ reactions were gold. They were stuck to one another like glue the whole broadcast and It hit me hard.

16) The times Jimin said “I Love You” to the camera and Jungkook stared at him like he’s the one being confessed. 👣

17) Jungkook knows his limit when he makes fun of Jimin, always being there for his hyung when insecurity gets the better part of him and I think that’s very, very beautiful. 👣

18) It’s OBLIGATORY for me to include We Don’t Talk Anymore cover by JM and JK here. No explanation needed because I’m sure you feel the same way as I do.

19) When Jungkook waited for Jimin to complete the formation during his part in The Rise of Bangtan in Nanjing, then turned to Jimin and serenaded him.

Serenades Jimin…

Turns to fans…

20) Jungkook knows Jimin, remembers every single thing Jimin does better than the man himself. He’s quick to answer things pertaining to Jimin.

21) When Jimin fell down at Taipei airport, Jungkook wasn’t there because he was filming Flower Crew. He joined them a little while later for their Epilogue On Stage. However, on their way back to Korea, Jungkook made sure to stick close to Jimin and walked by his side until they checked in. The fact that Jungkook was there with him made me cry a little./okay lie/

22) When Jimin took a blanket and a soft, fluffy pillow and tucked Jungkook in, and made sure he’s comfortable enough. Also the fact that Jungkook didn’t even bother waking up and sleeping in the room.

23) The amount of times Jungkook and Jimin hang around with each other, usually accompanied by another member.

  • A date
  • Big Bang Concert with Hoseok
  • At the waterpark with Jin

  • Eating Ramen at Hangang with Namjoon

24) “오~갖고 싶다” (Oh, I want you) That iconic moment in Now3 need I say more.

25) When Jimin hung around behind the camera while Jungkook was getting interviewed. 👣

26) When Jungkook squished behind Jimin when Jimin got his photo taken even though he could’ve gone away and NOT be in the camera.(Fancafe content)

27) When Jimin picked up a slice of cake and fed Jungkook in Bon voyage.

28) Jungkook’s way of carrying Jimin up bridal-style during Limbo game still has me feeling some kind of way, and I will not get tired of seeing it, not anytime soon i bet. (Every time it appears on my feed I’ll stare at it for hours)

29) How Jungkook’s ears perk up whenever Jimin says something. He’s extra attentive when it comes to Jimin. I don’t know if Jimin’s melodic voice gets him or what, cause if it is, boy I feel you. Example: Run! BTS in the US, when Jimin screamed “엄마ㅏㅏㅏㅏㅏ~~~~” (mommy~~) because he’s scared of the roller coaster and Jungkook was like “왜?” (why?)

30) When Jimin laughs an octave higher whenever Jungkook does something funny.

31) The way Jimin sat on Jungkook’s lap and how tight Jungkook pressed him against his chest in Summer Package Dubai.

32) Jungkook didn’t bother about the fans’ parents who sat across him because he needed to make his hyung look good and that was all that mattered.

33) After Jungkook hurt his back at Mama, Jimin took care of him at the airport, gently keeping his hand on Jungkook’s back the whole time they were walking.

34) The fact that Jungkook and Jimin monitor each others’ scenes when they’re filming, waiting around and constantly giving support.

35) When Jungkook and Jimin held hands on stage.

36) The No More Dream lift that has changed over the last couple of years.

37) That moment Jimin made siren sound when Hoseok told everyone that his sister liked Jungkook. I find it cute. (Sukira)

38) When Jimin and Jungkook being lovey-dovey at Manila Airport. 👣

39) Jungkook and Jimin still had their own photoshoot even though they’re both paired up with someone else. Also the iconic “Jeomsoon-ah, please be my baby’s mom” by Park Jimin.

40) Jungkook randomly barging in and interrupting Jimin’s vlive and just….the immense amount of flirting and eye-fucking throughout the whole video…caught me off guard. 👣

41) No matter how many times Jungkook messed around with him, Jimin didn’t have the heart to say stop. He couldn’t say no to Jungkook; that’s how soft he is for the maknae. But yea, speaking quite frankly, Jungkook didn’t even try. There are million other ways to piss someone off but what he did? nope, that’s not how you do it,boy haha. (Run BTS spy episode)

42) And it took 0.000001 sec for Jimin to say thank you to Jungkook. Although Jungkook kept telling him he’s handsome, something he rarely does, Jimin still couldn’t catch on;Still became flustered and shy afterward. It made me asdfjkl. (Undercover mission in Japan)

43) I love Jungkook’s determination. Jk’s inner monologue: I have to make Jimin hyung wear this goddamn headband *gets on his back and forces him to wear it*

44) When Jungkook pinched Jimin’s nipple the instant Jimin went in for a hug lol. (Fancafe content)

45) Jungkook and Jimin have no chills when they’re seated together at fansigning events. They pay attention to each other more than they do to their fans. (don’t get me wrong they still love their fans)

46) When Jimin pretended to be mad at Jungkook for not sitting beside him at a fansign, and how Jungkook played along,claiming his current seat was his original seat when it’s not lol.

47) When Jungkook snatched the snack from Hoseok’s hand for himself, but stopped and gave it to Jimin instead when Jimin asked to be fed.

48) The various times Jimin snakes his slightly smaller hands around Jungkook’s waist and shoulder, and sometimes when it seems that Jimin has difficulty standing after putting his hand on Jungkook’s arm, Jungkook would bend to better accommodate him.

look at him tiptoeing…

49) When Jimin back-hugged Jungkook (and kissed his shoulder from what i saw).

50) The cutest nicknames they gave for one another. 👣


Okay pause. I’m afraid I’ll have to break it down into two parts, as seeing how freaking long this has gotten ahaha. Part 2 will be posted really really soon~~~

Post-Kerberos! Matt HC

★ When the rebellion group helped him escape, he just ended up sticking with them and eventually became one of the best fighters there???

★ He doesn’t have any idea where his dad is, but scavenges through old Galran tech to hopefully find out.

★ The group is pretty much amazed by humans and low-key terrified of them bc of Matt 

★ He dislocated his shoulder once and the group was like, “it’s horrible to see another one go,,,,” and Matt was just like “???? i can put it back in place????” 

  • Matt: Guys,,,,stop crying,,,,this can be fixed,,,,,
  • Rebellion leader: i saw a dear friend die bc of that, there is no survival
  • Matt: *silently puts in back in place*

★ He has a scar over his right eye bc of the Galra

★ The Galra also found out he needed glasses and basically went, “well we can’t have The Champions friend like this!” and injected some weird shit into his eyes. Matt no longer needs glasses, but his eyes change colors depending on his mood and who he’s talking too

★ Matt, talking to keith as his eyes turn red: And so– why the fuck are you pulling out your sword?

Keith, seeing Matt’s eyes turning yellow as he talks to Hunk: “Uhm guys? Are we sure that Matt isn’t Galra?”

  • “I am right here”

★ When he first heard of Voltron his main thought was, “Well that sounds lit” but when he hears that ‘The Champion’ aka Shiro is their leader, he immediately turns into that Mr.Krabs meme

★ Somehow some people find a picture of the paladins and everybody is just “???? the tiny one resembles matt”

★ Matt automatically realizes it’s Katie and that the red paladin is Keith and just,,,screams for roughly 5 hrs

★ Why is everyone he knows up in space? He has no fucking clue but w/e

★ Makes it a personal mission to track down Voltron for himself and the rebellion

★ They end up showing up eventually to make allies

★ The Paladins talk to some civilians first, so Allura and Coran meet up with the Rebellion leader

  • “Number 5?! How’d you get here so quickly??” “Funny story actually,,,”
  • The real Pidge shows up like 0.5 seconds later
  • Pidge//Katie, tearfully: “MATT”
  • Matt, nearly sobbing: Oh shit waddup

★ Keith screams at him for a solid 10 minutes before tearing up

  • “It’s okay. I know you’re gay and texan already, Keith”
  • “I fucking hate you”

★ There’s a tie between whether Pidge or Shiro cried more

★ Allura: I’m princess Allura and you are?
single and willing–i meAN MATT

 ★ **Takes in Katie’s appearance** “Well, one of us is going to have to change”

★ **Inspecting Shiro’s arm** “Yo, your weapon is just a bitch slap”

★ “,,,,,you guys do realize Allura just picked your lions off of your clothes right???” “No she–holy shit”


  • He essentially spends his time pointing out problems with basically everything tbh

★ “Why does Voltron represent the olympic rings??”

★ He realizes Keith has a crush on Lance in like a couple of days

  • “Listen here, you piece of shit”

★ Slowly comes to the realization that he likes both Shiro and Allura

  • “Coran have you ever heard of a pickle?”

★ He helps Coran around the castle and stuff

  • “And this is the Teludav” “Y’all have fucking teletubbies here?”

★ Him and Hunk team up to annoy Shiro and Lance with puns

  • “I’m just over the moon with excitement”
  • “Aren’t you glad i’m not lion in the cold depths of space??”

★ Him and Slav get along pretty well

  • Shiro hates it

★ “In this timeline, there is a 42% chance of you getting together with the two of them.” “Thanks buddy”

★ “Why did you choose five kids to defend the universe there’s so many ways this could go wrong”

★ Him and Hunk set up the lions to play “What’s new pussycat?” 7 times with one “It’s not unusual” before resuming ‘What’s new pussycat?’

  • “For years, scientist have wondered if you can make 3 teens, 1 adult, and 3 aliens weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ “It’s not unusual”.”

★ Lance is amazed by how smooth his skin is

  • Like, you’ve been in space for 2 years???? And majority of that was with the Galra??? Tell me your secret

★ Everyone figures out Matt’s crush on both Allura and Shiro and try to get them together

  • One plan consisted of a rock, 15 cups of nunvil, and a very upset bounty group.

★ Matt actually likes nunvil

★ The Lions all take a liking to him and everyone would be salty, but he looks adorable when he talks to them so they deal with it

★ Pidge voice: I’ve banned Hunk because he kept messing with my shit but now—

★ He appreciates the fact that Hunk points out all the weird shit that’s going on while everyone else just accepts it

★ “Do you think i could install the internet to my mind?”
★ **sees all the upgrades Pidge added to Green** “yO—YO!”

★ Anytime Shiro or Allura do anything remotely romantic to him, ‘What the heck i gotta do’ starts blasting from the Green Lion

★  Allura called his ears cute once, and nobody saw him for 6 hrs until Lance found him frantically grabbing Altean romance novels while whispering, “what does it mean?!”

★ They go to a planet where it’s considered normal to have more than one partner

  • Coran convinces the newly dubbed “Poly triangle” to pretend they’re actually dating for reasons unknown
  • They pull it off so well that the Aliens eventually ask when they’re gonna get married
  • Everyone had vastly different reactions

★ “You guys are fighting Zarkon right? Why don’t you just turn him Zarkoff?”

★ Hunk voice: Um, guys, what are those things?
    Obviously annoyed Matt voice: Aliens. 
    Different ranges of offended Allura, Coran and Keith voices: Excuse me?

★ “I’m fucking tired. beam me up, Scotty”

★ Keith, kneeling down on one knee: “Matt, Allura, will you do me the honor of marrying my stupid brother?”

★ “Voltron? More like Dabtron.”

  • “How do I return a brother?”


★ Tried to convince Shiro to let him Pidge and Hunk install a laser gun sound effect or the lightsaber noise to his arm

★ Once, he finally found the courage to tell Shiro and Allura that he liked them but they mistook it as him saying he enjoyed their company or smth along those lines

  • He tried to throw himself out the airlock afterwards

★ Lotor eventually shows up and everyone is tense bc he’s shown interest in the Blue Lion

★ Lotor sees Matt, and just pushes Lance out of the way: Hello there ;)

  • Everyone pretends not to notice Shiro’s eye twitch and Allura breaking the weapon she was holding
  • Lance was offended at first but seeing their reactions made it worth it

★ Matt is oblvious to Lotor’s attempts though

  • Everytime he gets close, Matt just assumes it’s some weird galra thing

★ “Raindrops on roses, Allura’s white hair, Shiro’s back muscles and Allura’s eyes. These two could probably kick his ass and they’re a few of Matt’s favorite things”

★ Obviously exasperated Pidge voice: You guys just need to bone
    Stern Matt voice: What did you say?
    Pleading Hunk voice: Please don’t say it again
    Not Caring Pidge voice: I said you guys need to bone
    Shocked, Furious Matt voice: B O N E!?

★ They visit a planet with very tall aliens and of course shenanigans ensure

★ Keith voice: Y’know Allura, Shiro, you should probably hold Matt’s hand, so he can’t get lost everyone around here is pretty tall

  • **Disappointed, obviously knows what you’re doing Shiro Glare**
  • Completely oblivious, already grabbing Matt’s hand Allura voice: Of course! We wouldn’t want that!”
  • **Undignified, silent squeal from Matt**

★ Hunk voice: The stars sure are beautiful tonight
    Lance voice: Y’know what else is beautiful?
    Pidge and Keith voices: A loving relationship between Matt, Shiro and Allura

★ Eventually, the time comes where there’s a serious fight that both Shiro and Allura have to go through alone, and Matt freaks tf out and terribly confesses to the both of them:

  • “Okay, listen tf up. I can’t do that dramatic thing where I pull you down and kiss you and say, ‘Come back to me’ since there’s two of you. But I will say that I love you both, and if you dont come back i’m taking out the entire Galran Empire myself”

★ Allura and Shiro are both shocked but Matt is already fast walking away so they can’t say anything

  • They come back and make a beeline for him
  • Allura makes it to him first

★ Keith cries, Pidge and Hunk pull out a confetti cannon they made for this occasion, Lance falls to his knees in victory, Coran pulls out a cake. Everything is good in the Universe.

[Read Part One// Pre! Kerberos! Matt HC here!]


Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.

Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.

Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.

She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.


Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.

He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”


“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.


“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 

it gets harder to talk about but it gets easier to hold it in. to sit up prettier, to shut up louder, to pretend i don’t want you when all i want is to give in, to hold back the tears at the bar and release them once i get into my own bed, to pretend i want to exist. i want to exist. i want to exist. if i say it enough times, even i believe it. but suddenly, i’m a couple drinks in and i remember how unhappy i really am and everybody’s having fun around me but i can’t breathe anymore and my friend tells me i’m a wimp for never expressing my anger when the second i express it, there is always someone there to invalidate it. it’s getting easier to call myself crazy as an excuse for feeling, as if i’m not allowed to feel, as if this pressure build-up in my head is nothing but unequal brain chemistry, and everybody is so easy to brush off my emotions as being a product of mental illness instead of re-evaluating their own actions and wondering how in the world they could have made me feel this way.

so yeah, to say i’m mad is an understatement. to say i’m mad would even be lying. because it goes deeper than this feeling i experience once in a while, the real truth is that i’m sad and that sadness runs deep. i’m hurt. i feel like nobody even cares if they hurt me and the second i even suspect i am offending a stranger, i say sorry. but people run from me instead of apologize because their pride is more important than my feelings and it’s always been that way. i fall in love with anyone who shows me affection and people think it’s weird but when you’ve been deprived for so long from people who will listen, i don’t know, it’s hard. it’s still hard to believe that the second i start spilling my emotions, people talk over me. nobody wants to be with the person who brings up serious conversations at parties. nobody wants to be there for the girl who is always sad. everyone wants to pretend it doesn’t exist. and the more they pretend, the more i realize i’m getting good at this.

so i try to shut up until i can’t. like this time last year, i was showing up to your house to scream at you because i spent so much time holding everything in. but last night, i sent you fifteen text messages and deleted every one before i pressed send and i know no one’s gonna be there to congratulate me but maybe i can start being proud of myself because i don’t know how else i’m going to make this inadequate feeling end. you know, maybe i just have to keep trying things until i find something that works, maybe i just have to fly through boys until i find someone who isn’t gonna leave, maybe i just have to realize that the only person i’m ever going to truly have is me and i should stop holding people to impossible standards because they’re never going to live up to them and i’m always going to end up disappointed. nobody’s ever gonna care the way i want them to. it’s like i’m impossible to please. but god, i don’t know - i just wish for one second, someone would be excited about something because i am. be sad about something because i am. make me feel like my feelings affect others in some way. like they mean something. i’m growing so tired of the blank stares they give me.

i don’t know. maybe i’ve always asked for too much but i can’t remember the last time someone told me they loved me and if we’re being honest here: it’s devastating. i’m sad. i feel like i have nobody left. everyone likes me at first because i am so outgoing - i say what i’m thinking - but they leave soon after they realize that i am too much to deal with and they don’t really want to hear what’s in my head. they turn away because my insecurities make them nervous and who wants to deal with the girl who asks you if you hate them every five seconds? you say you don’t hate me but your body language tells me everything. i know i’m getting annoying but i can’t stop so i keep repeating it: i want to exist. i want to exist. i want to exist.

they say you’ve gotta let people in but the more i let people in, the more i regret it. i’m tired of silencing myself but it’s like the moments i’m silent are the only moments i’m not ruining everything.

— off limits | 02 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin 
words— 7,520

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

» 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 ::

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Dating Peter Parker Would Include.....

Homecoming spoilers. Pin for later when you’ve watched the film. :) I repeat, spoilers. SPOILERS.

  • Being his best friend, aside from Ned, of course.
  • Living just across the hall. It was actually how you two met back in the day when he used to visit Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
  • Struggling and mourning the loss of Uncle Ben, because let’s face it, you adored those two with all your heart. (They used to babysit you whenever your parents needed a last minute babysitter)
  • Rubbing the fact that Aunt May loves you more (even though she loves you two the same) in Peter’s face.
  • Enduring all of Aunt May’s larb jokes whenever you join them for Thai.
  • “I larb you, Peter. And I larb you too, [Y/N]
  • “Okay, Aunt May…..enough.” 
  • “What? You don’t larb me? Am I too lame to be larbed? Too cool to larb your awesome aunt? Not enough larb to go around to your good ole aunt? Saved all your larb for you one true larb, [Y/N]? Huh? Hm?”  
  • “Uh….we larb you too?” 
  • “Thank you, [Y/N]. At least someone larbs me.” 
  • Being completely supportive of Peter getting an internship with Tony Stark. 
  • Offering to help him with his internship.
  • Getting slightly offended that he doesn’t want help.
  • “Am I not smart enough to help you?” 
  • “What? God, no. It’s not that…..it’s um….I just have to do this on my own, that’s all. You know, no help. Strictly myself….” 
  • Competing against him with academic scores. 
  • Being extremely competitive with each other when it came to exams.
  • Going back and forth on having the highest grade.
  • Talking about going to the most prestige college and then changing your minds because you two could never leave Aunt May. 
  • Putting up with Ned being needy. 
  • “Ned….this is a date….between two people.” 
  • “Oh cool, I love pizza. I’ll just sit down right here and take a slice.” 
  • “Ned….” 
  • “Yeah, so anyway, you two should come over and help me build my lego deathstar. It’s legit.” 
  • Bickering with Ned, constantly. (But, loving him just as much as Peter)
  • Getting along great with Michelle. 
  • Roasting Peter and Ned into oblivion with her. 
  • Like full on roasts. It’s fantastic how long you and Michelle can go. 
  • I mean, it’s almost not fair how hard you go. 
  • But, in the end, Peter loves you and is sort of relieved that you get along with the people in his life. 
  • Movie marathons.
  • Cuddles for days.
  • Like the kind of cuddles that make you all warm and fuzzy inside.
  • You know, the ones where you just sigh happily in his arms and think that Disney World ain’t got shit on being the happiest place on earth. 
  • Netflixin’ and chillin’, (if you know what I mean, wink-wink) Forgive me, I forget that’s he’s fifteen. No sir, keep that in your pants now, you little rascal. And you? Don’t be puttin’ out, miss. 
  • Geeking out over Star-Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc.
  • Going to Comic-Cons and dressing up.
  • Building and experimenting to the point where Aunt May and your parents scold you two for almost blowing up the complex.
  • Although, it’s not like you actually could blow up a building to that magnitude. 
  • And after the fire department threatened to arrest you two, you put an end to experimenting. 
  • Peter making you a playlist on your ipod. 
  • Listening to it all the time because you just love the songs he chose. 
  • No seriously, this playlist makes your heart stop with every song.
  • Peter always getting you your favorite muffin for breakfast before school.
  • He’ll even leave it at your front door in a cute little handwritten paper bag if he’s sick for the day.
  • Always being told he loves you.
  • Because, you’re the best thing that ever happened to him. 
  • You being embarrassed when he tells random strangers that he loves you. 
  • Like, you’ll be walking down the street and he’ll look at the old lady walking her yorkie, “Excuse me, m’am. But, I just want you to know how much I love this girl right here.” 
  • Peter.” 
  • Then flagging down a taxi to tell the driver too. “Hey, yeah no, I don’t need a ride. Just wanna tell you that I love my girlfriend.” 
  • Peter even telling Happy who always responds with, “Can’t wait for the day she leaves you.” 
  • Him keeping his double-agent life a secret.
  • Because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. 
  • Constantly wondering why Peter’s free time is slowly diminishing. Because you can’t quite believe the internship was that demanding.
  • Worrying that Peter was going to break up with you. 
  • Peter finding out about your worries through Michelle. (Who threatened to skin him alive should he ever hurt you.)
  • Taking a night off from his “internship” to take you out.
  • “Peter….we’ve been on the train forever.”
  • “Have a little bit of patience, [Y/N].” 
  • “Where are we going? Does Aunt May know you’re out right now? How much longer? Is this going to be forever? Are we running away from our problems? Running from being millennials and trying to fit in with society? I didn’t pack anything. How are we going to survive the outside world?” 
  • Peter intentionally ignoring your million questions by putting his headphone in one ear and other in yours. 
  • Playing your favorite song to keep you quiet.
  • Realizing he’s taking you to Central Park. 
  • Almost on the verge of tears when you find out that he organized a candlelit picnic under the stars. 
  • Seeing Ned in the distance as he walks away and knowing that he had a hand in it.
  • Smiling and feeling secure that Peter is here to stay.
  • Getting a weird feeling that he’s still hiding something.
  • Unsure of how to go about asking him what he’s hiding because you don’t want to cross a line.
  • Michelle not caring and confronting him before coming back to you and confirming that he is hiding something because of the way he acted.
  • Feeling uneasy but forcing yourself to believe that Peter would tell you everything and anything because you two were on the same level and understanding about your relationship.
  • Using the Washington D.C. trip to curve your mind from it.
  • It failing when Peter decides to re-join the decathlon team. 
  • Forcing yourself to ignore the gut feeling that Peter is hiding something when you asked him why he decided to re-join.
  • Peter being completely oblivious to your uneasiness.
  • Pushing it to the back of your brain when Liz scolds you for not having your head in the game.
  • But it coming back when Peter doesn’t show up for the decathlon. 
  • Corning Ned and demanding where Peter is and why he isn’t answer his phone. 
  • Getting irritated when Ned stumbles over his words. 
  • Becoming so upset that you tell Ned to tell Peter that he better have an explanation or else they would be over. 
  • Visiting the monument with everyone with the exception of Peter (obviously) and Michelle who passed on the tour. 
  • Ignoring Ned when he tries to talk to you.
  • Liz concerned that you were upset and asks if you want to talk about it.
  • About to confide in her when the elevator of the Monument starts to malfunction.
  • Peter freaking the hell out when Michelle screams, “My friends are up there!”
  • Panicking and pleading Karen to help him find a way to save you and everyone else.
  • Trying to stay calm even though your heart is about to flip out of your chest.
  •  Getting mad all over again because you were going to die pissed off at your boyfriend. 
  • Spider Man saving you just in the nick of time. 
  • Being so traumatized over the ordeal and Peter not being there, you lash out on him when he finally decides to make an appearance. 
  • Michelle shaking her head, “You messed up, dude.” 
  • “[Y/N], wait! Please, I can explain.” 
  • “Explain? Explain?! I’m going to need a whole encyclopedia of an explanation, Peter. Can you give me that?
  • Ned trying to diffuse the situation. 
  • Getting even more pissed off and breaking up with Peter.
  • Michelle whistling (because she didn’t see it coming), “Man, that’s rough. You gonna be okay? Actually? I don’t care. Bye.” Running after you to make sure you were going to be okay. 
  • Ignoring all of Peter’s texts and phone calls.
  • Having your parents stop Peter from coming into the apartment even though they felt you were being silly. (They adored Peter)
  • Sitting in your room with a pint of your favorite ice cream while watching stupid rom-com films. 
  • Crying when the guy gets the girl.
  • But telling yourself, you’re better than that and that you don’t need Peter.
  • Crying again because you need Peter. 
  • Hearing a knock on your bedroom door and getting mad because you just know your parents let him in. 
  • Yanking open the door to find a worried Aunt May.
  • “May? What’s wrong?” 
  • Her coming into your room, “I know you and Peter are fighting right now but have you heard from him?”
  • “No, I haven’t. I actually haven’t received any texts or calls from him today….” 
  • “Where is he? He’s been gone all day. I’m freaking out, [Y/N]. I’ve called every precinct and coroners office.” 
  • Being speechless because it is very unlike Peter to not check with Aunt May. 
  • Her on the verge of tears, “I can’t loose him too.” 
  • Grabbing your jacket and your phone, hugging Aunt May tight and telling her you’re going to find him. 
  • Spending hours before finding him sulking in hello kitty pajama pants and an awful touristy tshirt. 
  • Awkward tension as you text Aunt May and telling her you found him and that he was on his way up.
  • Knowing that there was something wrong but not wanting to engage because you were still mad at him
  • Eventually breaking because you still love him.
  • “I lost the internship with Tony Stark……” 
  • “I’m so sorry, Peter. I know how much that meant to you.” 
  • “Yeah…..” 
  • Letting him go. 
  • Regretting not hugging him or comforting him. 
  • Going back to your apartment to sulk and eat another pint of ice cream. 
  • Turning on the television to torture yourself with more rom-com’s. 
  • Witnessing Spider Man and Iron-Man save a bunch of people on a ferry.
  • Dropping your spoon and ice cream as it hits you. 
  • Running into your room to grab your journal. (you wrote daily)
  • Comparing the dates and times of when Spider Man was spotted and whenever Peter claimed he had the “internship”.
  • Finding a consistent pattern. 
  • It dawning on you that Peter Parker is Spider Man. 
  • “Holy shit.” 
  • “That little shit!” 
  • Running out of your apartment and across the hall.
  • Banging on the door. 
  • Aunt May answering with a concerned look.
  • Ignoring her and pushing past her to go straight into Peter’s room.
  • Busting in and then closing the door behind you. 
  • Marching straight up to his startled, adorable, puffy eyed self. 
  • Punching him in the arm and then covering his mouth when he lets out a yelp.
  • “You’re Spiderman?! Spiderman? Seriously? That’s what the internship with Tony Stark was about? What the hell, dude.” 
  • Peter being completely in shock that you found out. 
  • Standing there in complete silence for almost half and hour. 
  • Him finally explaining how it happened. 
  • Understanding why he didn’t want to tell you but still a little salty about it. 
  • “So…..are we okay now?” 
  • “……..” 
  • “[Y/N]?” 
  • “……..”
  • Baby.” 
  • “Fine. We’re okay but don’t you ever keep secrets from me ever again.” 
  • Everything going back to normal. 
  • Him showing you all his nifty tricks.
  • Feeling bad that he got his suit taken away. 
  • Trying to make him feel better by telling him he doesn’t need the suit. 
  • Ned being ecstatic that you know. 
  • Because now he can finally talk about it with someone other than Peter. 
  • Ned not shutting up about it. 
  • Peter showing you a different view of the city.
  • Planning romantic dinners on roof tops. 
  • Or well, kind of romantic.
  • It’s mainly subs and sodas.
  • But it’s the thought that counts, alright.
  • Making you promise that you will run away whenever something bad happens. 
  • Vowing that he will never let anyone hurt you for as long as he lives because aside from Aunt May, you are the most important person in his life and he does what he does to protect you. 

Fuck. I didn’t think I’d get this many people requesting to be tagged. This literally took me forever…..

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Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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I Was Wondering - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader 

Request: I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.


“You look ridiculous in those shorts”

“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”

He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”

I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes. 

“You’re still driving me home right?”

“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”

I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.

“You can never take a car to serious miss.”

“Yeah whatever auto boy”

“Don’t ever say that again please”

We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks. 

“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.

“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.

“Hey Jeff” I smile.

“What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”

“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.

As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball. 

“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”

As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.

“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.

“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.

“It’s that obvious huh?”

“Very much so” I laugh.

“What are you guys talking about up there?”

I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.

“Hello,earth to y/l/n”

“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”

He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.

“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”

“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”

“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”

When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming. 


“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”

I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.

“Okay, yeah why not.”

Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.



We laugh and he looks down at me.

“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.

“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?” 

“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”

I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come. 

“Well that’s honest of you.”

“Why thank you miss.”

He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere. 

“Shit, its coming down hard!”

I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away. 

“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked. 

“Ye-yeah okay!”

We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house. 

“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.

“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”

“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.



“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.

“So ask me.”

“Will you go out with me?”

I don’t even have to think to know my answer.

“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.

“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.

From The Prompt List~ Three

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “I think 4 and 6 would go good together, but if that’s too much, then 6. I’d like the pairing to be a female reader with Anti. Please and thank you :)”

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing, Sad, Angst, Cruel Words, Mentions of Suicide?

A/N: The prompts are~ “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” and “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” … Enjoy!

Originally posted by secanzevids

   Anti had fucked up, he knew he had fucked up. He couldn’t take back what he had said. The argument was stupid, it was about Anti not cleaning his mess in the kitchen, and yet here they were… Anti was sitting against her bedroom door listening as (Y/N) sobbed into the bed sheets.

“I work for eight hours every day so that you and I can have a place to call home! All that I ask is that you help me keep it looking like a home!” (Y/N) shouted as she threw the dishes into the sink, cursing under her breath. Anti sat at the table, watching.

“Yeah? What’s another hour of work?” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. (Y/N) dropped the a dish onto the floor and it shattered around her, but she just turned to him with a fierce look in her eye.

“Really? You think that just because you’ve got power means that you can take my hospitality for granted? I’m tired, Anti. I don’t want to come home and have to clean up your mess.”

“Then don’t! I’m not Sean, do you expect me to comfort you? Do you expect me to give you a back rub and cuddle with you? That pathetic excuse of a human is gone. I thought you accepted that!”

“Don’t you dare speak about Sean that way, ever! Sean was my friend!” (Y/N) screamed chucking the soaking dishcloth at him. She hated talking about him, especially to Anti. And it wasn’t really Anti’s fault that Sean was gone. Sean accepted Anti, Sean had asked Anti to take over his life. (Y/N) knew this.

“You have feelings for me, don’t you? Humans are pathetic. I am not Sean, I could never love you. You’re pathe-” Anti was cut off by a sob, guilt immediately washing over him. He was an entity but that didn’t mean that his emotions were entirely shut off.

“How can you say that? How can you so effortlessly break someone,” (Y/N)’s voice lowered to a whisper, tears rolling silently down her face. “I accept you for who you are, I understand why you do the things you do, you’re a demon. You can’t feel anything, I know that, but you’ve talked about wanting to feel emotions. I just… I don’t understand why you act like a monster… “ (Y/N) choked back a sob and walked past Anti, going to her bedroom. Anti didn’t try to stop her but he followed her.

(Y/N) had stopped crying and it sounded like she was asleep, so Anti slipped through the door. She was curled up, clutching a pillow, and wrapped in a blanket. Anti sat at the head of the bed, moving so that he was leaning against the headboard and (Y/N)’s head was laying in his lap. He said and started running his fingers through her hair. After a few moments Anti heard a soft voice,

“I’m sorry… “ (Y/N) whispered, curling into a tighter ball. Anti’s movements stopped and (Y/N) nudged against his hands, like a cat. The entity let out a soft sigh and started again.

“You probably hate me… I’m sorry, too.” Anti winced unsure of his ‘apology’.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” (Y/N) forced out, staring at the wall. Neither of them spoke for a while.

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” Anti finally said, staring down at (Y/N). She looked up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Anti chased her back down to the bed, pressing his lips against hers. After he pulled away she sighed, her cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“Please stay.”

The Accident

Hi everybody!! So this is not at all good but I really wanted to write something like this

Characters-Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader

Warnings- Swearing, angst,

You walked slowly behind your brothers as they opened the motel door, you had just come back from a guresome hunt, there was supposed to be only one wendigo but it turned out there were three so in short things didn’t go according to plan and all you had to do a lot of things in an impromptu way. The only problem was that one of the wendigo had dug it’s claws in your left leg and your right arm was coloured in red and black bruises, if one is being honest everything in your body was hurting. And this was the very reason why your elder brother Dean was pissed as hell.

As soon as you entered the room, Dean dropped his duffel bag on the ground and turned towards you. He looked at you with such anger and resentment in his eyes that if looks could kill you would not only be dead but Dean would personally drop you at the gates of heaven or hell.

“Sit”, he commanded in a gruff voice and you instantly went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Sam get the first aid so I can clean this up”.Sam immediately went to get the first aid without a word, everyone knew when Dean was angry all we have to do is back off.

“I need to clean your leg first ,sit further back on the bed so I can clean the leg”, so you shifted till you back was touching the headboard and your legs were carefully spawrled out in front of you.

Dean carefully rolled up your jeans while you pressed your lips together to stop from hissing in pain, Sam kept the first aid near Dean and sat beside you so he could hold your hand. You smiled faintly at Sam which he returned and sequezed your hand.

Dean first cleaned the cut and then he poured the alcohol on the wound, you let out a small cry of pain at which Sam gently soothed you. “Shhhh it’s okay y/n, it’s okay”

When Dean had finished his procedure, Sam got off the bed first so he could help you sit in a more comfortable position.

“Stop coddling her Sam”, Dean said in a harsh tone

“Dean she is hurt”, Sam tried to reason with your elder brother.

“I know, which brings me to a very intersesting question; what in the world were you thinking?”

The air in the room turned very still, and you nervously swallowed the harshness away in your throat. You hated when Dean got angry with you, you loved him more than anyone else in the world except Sam and you hated when you dissapointed him.

So you gathered your courage and very calmly spoke,“I know you are angry Dean but I didn’t mean to get hurt, everything happened so fast and all of us had to make the best of a bad or in this case really bad situation”

“Are you making excuses? Do you see me and Sam with such injuries?

You shook your head because you could not merely his eyes.

“That’s right we don’t have such injuries because we are smart, well trained hunters and not dumb like you, today you come to motel kipping on your leg, tomorrow me and Sam will be carrying your dead body here”

“Dean! What the hell are yo-”

“Sam, let me deal with this, you baby her too much when will she grow, when will she learn when will she start acting like a fucking mature adult?! ”

You bit your lips hard trying not let the tears which had filled your eyes drop on your cheek but unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep them inside and they spilled on your cheeks.

“Oh great, now she is crying”, Dean said while clapping his hands and mocking you in every way.

Sam was about to go to comfort her but Dean stopped him.

“Sam when will she learn? When will she start acting like a responsible adult ?

“That is the point Dean! She is barely fourteen she is not an adult!! ”

“Well she is not a kid either! She hast learn. When will she stop being a burden?! ”

And that was it for you, you ran out of the motel room and started running down the empty main road, you couldn’t believe it that the man who you had placed on the highest pedestal considered you a burden, you loved him so much and he didn’t even love you back.

“Y/N! STOP!” you heard Dean’s voice behind you but you didn’t stop.

“Y/n please, just listen” So you turned around and saw Dean a little farther away on the sidewalk, with Sam right behind him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?! ” you had just screamed that when suddenly out of nowhere a car came and collided again you and you only felt immense pain and then black.

Dean’s POV

My eyes widened when I saw the car hit my baby sister. None of us had seen it coming.

“Y/N !!!!” Me and Sam yelled together and ran to where our baby sister lay on the ground.

Anger boiled in me when I saw what condition she was in, for one second I thought that she was dead.

“Dean, she is breathing……. barely, Call the ambulance ” Sam said in a broken voice as he cradled my baby sister in his arm whispering words of comfort.

I quickly called the ambulance and gave them the details of the place, I checked on the driver of the car and saw that he was unconscious but had no physical injuries.

I went and knelt down next to Sam, so I could see my baby girl.

“ Sweetheart, don’t worry nothing will happen to you, I am right here okay so don’t be scared me and Sam we are not going anywhere”


I turned my attention back to my sister, I grabbed her hands and peppered them with kisses and started mumbling “I am sorry, I am so so sorry, I love you” no then started sobbing hysterically and felt Sam’s hand rub my back up and down in comfort as we waited for the ambulance.

To be continued

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Sons of a Thunder Storm

Modern!Reader x Ragnarssons’

Based on this thread

AN: The translation is probably not accurate but I did my best xD Also I did not intend this part to be so long.

Thank you to my sister wives for all the ideas, in part 2 the boys learn about TV, the internet and just get into a lot of trouble.


Hvat ef vera á? - What is going on

Hverr þú  - Who’re you

“No.” You groaned as your car made a pitiful clunking sound and started slowly rolling to a stop, glancing at your dead phone. “Why now?” You groaned. The sky cracked and the sound of thunder echoed around the field next to you.

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The Color Red - Steve Rogers x Reader - Soulmate!AU

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: Everyone is born colorblind, that meaning you live a black and white life. The main 6 colors in a persons life are the classics. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Each time you live a significant moment of your life, a new color comes into play.

Red: Your Soulmate
Orange: Worst Enemy
Yellow: First Heartbreak
Green: Biggest Role-Model
Blue- Best Friend
Purple: Self-Acceptance

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Brock Rumlow is his typical asshole self in this one-shot, otherwise I think it’s fine besides cursing and such.

A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask, message or comment (:

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You’re the Voice I Hear Inside My Head

Summary: For as long as Eddie could remember, he’d been hearing his soulmate’s voice in his head. It had always annoyed him—but hearing it out loud? That was a whole other story.

Words: 1613

Pairing: Reddie

A/N: sorry this took so long y’all i’ve been busy and for some reason this took me a good while to write, but the soulmate au i promised is FINALLY HERE!! pls be nice to me, this is the first reddie fic i’ve ever written/published. feedback is appreciated, i don’t have a beta, so forgive me if i mess up words or tenses or whatever a lot. in this, your soulmate’s voice randomly pops into your head (there isn’t a set event or age that triggers it) and it’s just like having a conversation in your mind. the voice doesn’t know anything the person doesn’t know, so each person still can’t read the other’s mind or anything. it’s just another person’s voice and personality conversing with you in your mind. zany. tags under the cut. please enjoy!!

His mom had never heard anyone’s voice in her head but her own. She didn’t buy into the idea of soulmates (simply because she didn’t have one.) When Eddie told her that he heard someone else’s voice in his head, someone he didn’t know, she immediately took him to the hospital, crying Schizophrenia and Psychosis the whole way. When the nurses informed her that it meant her son had a soulmate, she took him to a different hospital. The only way he could get it to stop was by saying that he had made it up, that he was lying about the voice.

Of course, this meant he just ended up grounded instead of hospitalized, but he did what he had to do.

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This Isn’t You


Request:  Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???

Word Count: 2,354

This Isn’t You

“You want another beer?” Brian asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing and talking vociferously.

“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.

“What about you?” I asked him. 

“What?” he mumbled back.

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“Broken” (Chapter Seventeen)

Holla for some sweet, sort of smutty IronFalcon! 


Enjoy :)


“Alpha.” Sam surprised Tony in the kitchen early the next morning, coming around the corner and sliding his arm around the Alphas waist, lifting his red wings to hover over Tony’s shoulders in a protective embrace. “Good morning.”

“Sam.” Tony turned and kissed the Beta good morning, smiling because he and Sam were both wearing the ridiculous flannel pajama pants Clint had given everyone for Christmas last year. “You are up early, honey, what’s going on? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?”

“Everythings fine. I just wanted some time with you.” Sam bent his head to kiss Tony again, longer this time, lingering over his mouth. “Between missions, and people coming by, and you and Bruce creating high tech stuff in the lab, I feel like you and I haven’t had more than two minutes together.”

“It’s been a crazy few months.” Tony agreed and smiled when Sam kissed him again. “So what? You set your alarm for five am because you figured I would be up?”

“Actually, I set it for four thirty am because I know you creep downstairs, get into the kitchen and get your coffee and are back down in the lab like an evil scientist all within about six and a half minutes.”

“Six and a half?” Tony raised an eyebrow.  “Mr Wilson, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were stalking me.”

“One man’s ‘stalking’ is another man’s ‘paying great attention to detail’.” Sam countered. “And Mr. Stark, I would like to pay great attention to lots of your details.”

“Does that line work on all the other pretty Alpha’s?” Tony batted his eyelashes teasingly. “Because I must say I’m flattered.”  

“I wouldn’t know.” Sam bent close to purr in his ear. “You’re the only pretty Alpha I’m interested in.”

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Don’t Fight This, Don’t Fight Us- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/n I am going to try to finish up and couple more request today but I am not sure if I will be able to get to it. Thank you for all the request, feels great to get them.

Request/Summary: Can you please do an imagine of Harry Hook where Harry gets brought to Auradon and you are TinkerBells daughter but when u look into his eyes u guys fall in love & you go home to tell ur mom but she gets mad so you decide to avoid your feelings for Harry but he pushes it. You can chose ur ending if it doesn’t make sense (:

Warnings: None

“Thank you again for doing this y/n,” My best friend Ben whispered to me as the limo carrying the kids from the Isle pulled up. I gave him a small smile and nod.

“No problem,” I whispered back. The limo driver hopped out and opened the door. Out stepped a girl with teal hair, a boy with blonde hair, and another boy with brown hair. I looked them up and down and notice the hook the brown haired boy carried. That could only mean one thing.

He was Captain James Hook’s son.

The smile I had on my face fell slightly as I looked over to Ben.

“Hello guys, welcome to Auradon,” He said with a huge grin on his face. He must have sensed my discomfort as he looked over at me with a worried expression. I simply turned back to the three of them and made eye contact with Hooks son. All the fear I had felt from being around him went away when I looked into his beautiful eyes. He smirked at me and I immediately ripped my gaze away from his blushing. I looked at the other two kids and saw them staring at me, Ben noticed this too.

“This is Y/n Bell. She will be showing you guys around the school and answering any questions you have. Y/n This is Uma, Gil, and Harry,” Ben pointed to them when he said there names. I gave them all friendly smiles but quickly returned my attention to Ben as a guard came up and whispered something into Ben’s ear.

“I am sorry but I have to go but I am leaving you in good hands,” He said as he started walking off. I grabbed his hand and pulled him so our backs were facing the three.

“Ben you can’t leave me with them, I thought you were going to stay with us during the tour,” I said in a panicked tone. Ben laughed at me and patted my back.

“You will be fine, besides what could go wrong,” He asked as he left me behind with them. After a few seconds I turned around with a forced smile. I didn’t have a problem with them it was just that Harry kid made me want to melt when I looked at him.

“Well why don’t we start the tour,” I asked them with fake excitement. They all mumbled their agreement and we started the tour. As I walked them around the school Harry kept making flirty comments. Gil would laugh at them and Uma would scold him but would end up laughing. I would turn as red as the jacket he was wearing. After a long hour of being a blushing mess I finished the tour.

“That is pretty much it, if you guys have any questions then feel free to ask me. If you can’t find me I am sure someone else will happily answer them,” I finished feeling slightly relieved. I watched as Uma and Gil walked away to their dorms but Harry stayed behind.

“So, you’re a Bell,” He asked me. I nodded my head.

“I hope you don’t have anything against me because of my father,” He said after a while.

“You’re not your father, I don’t have anything to hold against you,” I told him. That made him smile.

“I like you lass, do you want to go out sometime,” He asked me with no trace of fear. 

“L-Like a d-date,” I stuttered out, shocked that he would want to go on a date with Tinker Bells daughter.

“Yeah, a date,” He said a little uneasy. I smiled at him.

“Sure, why not. I have to be going though, my mom is expecting me. Just tell me tomorrow when you want to go,” I told him as I turned to leave.

~At Your House~

“I will not let you see that boy,” My mom yelled at me. We had been arguing for hours just because I wanted to go on a date with Harry.

“Mom he is not his father, why can’t you just let me be happy,” I screamed back.

“Honey, I want you to be happy. That is why you shouldn’t be with that Hook boy. He is bad news,” She said in a tad bit quieter tone.

“Mom you don’t even know him,” I shot back.

“You are never going to talk to that boy again and that is final. Do you understand me,” She snapped back. 

“Yes ma’am,” I mumbled back stomping up to my room. It wasn’t fair, if I liked the boy then why couldn’t I go on a date with him. It’s not like I was marrying him. What was the harm in it? I mean he wasn’t like his father was he was he? He lived on the Isle though which means he is a villain and I have heard some rumors about him before he even got here. Maybe my mom was right, I just need to push my feelings aside and everything will be fine. I soon fell into a deep sleep thinking about Harry.

I walked down the halls of Auradon when I spotted Harry. When he saw me a huge grin spread across his face and he waved at me. I quickly turned around and walked the other way. I felt horrible for doing it but I had too. It was for the best. I quickly walked to my first block class, having to take the longer route so I wouldn’t have to walk passed Harry.

I had successfully avoided Harry all day. He had tried to talk to me but when every he did I would make up an excuse as to why I couldn’t talk or just act like I didn’t hear him. It was the end of the day and I was walking with Ben.

“I just don’t get why you are avoiding him. I know you like him,” He said as we walked.

“Ben you know that my mom doesn’t want me talking to him. Plus he is no good, I mean you have heard the rumors about him,” I tried to reason with him.

“Yes but as you said they are rumors. That doesn’t mean they are true. Oh look who is coming,” Ben stated with a smug smile. I quickly turned to him with a look of panic.

“Well I should be going,” He said as he turned to go. i quickly grabbed his arm making him stop.

“You can’t leave me with him. I will do anything,” I begged him which only caused him to laugh.

“Sorry but I things to do. You’ll thank me later,” He laughed out as he walked away leaving me behind with a sour look on my face.

“Hey,” I heard Harry nervously say.

“Hi Harry,” I said back with no emotion. I practically could feel the uneasiness radiating off his body.

“Why have you been avoiding me,” He asked.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” I quickly denied.

“Then why is it everytime I call your name you turn away from me and walk away or when I actually get to talk to you, you come up with a reason to leave,” He questioned me.

“I just don’t want to talk to you,” I bitterly stated. It came out way colder than I intended but it was easier this way.

“What do you mean you don’t want to talk to me? You can’t tell me you feel nothing for me,” His voice was full of hurt. I stayed silent, knowing my voice would betray me. He took a few steps forward but I stepped back and help my hands out infront of me.

“Harry please,” I stammered out. Even though I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry but I couldn’t. 

“We just won’t work out if we did start dating so what is the point?”

“How do you know that? Y/n we could make it work, don’t fight this. Don’t fight us,” He pleaded. 

“Harry,” I sighed out.

“Please, just give it a chance. I may not know much about love but I know whatever I feel when I am around you is more than a friendly feel,” He said as he caressed my cheek with his hook.

“I want to, I really do but I just can’t. My mom-,” I started but got cut-off by him.

“Your mom doesn’t control your like y/n. You get to chose who you spend it with,” He said. He was right, she couldn’t decided who I wanted to be with. That was all up to me. 

“You’re right, she doesn’t control how I feel. Harry, I want to give this a chance,” I said with a smile. He returned the smile and pulled me into a hug.

“You won’t regret this Y/n.”

A/n I am sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you kind of liked it.

Companions reacting to a pregnant Sole going into labor in the middle of no where.

AN: Oh I’ve got a thing for romanced companions ones :D Thank you for the request! Because of this I now know what to do if a woman (or me for that matter) is about to gonna give birth in the middle of nowhere or in a car or sth. I’m learning some life skills here! ;) PS: the first ones got a bit long I tried to kinda restrain myself after those to avoid tldr but man this ask is technically fanfic/oneshot material.

Sole’s eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She figured she could make it back to Diamond city in time to give birth to this kid and settle down there for a while… take it easy. Clearly she had been mistaken. This baby was coming and nothing was going to stop it. She looked over at her companion, who was still oblivious to what was happening, and pointed at a very, very shabby looking hut-like thing in the distance. “Let’s check that out.”  She figured that was exactly how far she was still going to get. As soon as they closed the door behind them she hunched over, stumbled over to the remnants of a bed and grabbed on to the upper arm of her companion. She looked him straight in the eye. “ Looks like this baby isn’t waiting around for the due date. I’m having this baby. Now. “ 

“ Oh dear! Okay, it’s happening! Let’s… let’s get you comfortable, Mum!” Codsworth put on a brave face and tried his best to keep his cool but could not for the life of him hide his panic (or excitement, Sole wasn’t entirely sure) in the slightest. Sure, he wasn’t exactly programmed to help bringing children into the world but he was sure that they would manage, after all “it is a beautiful and natural part of life, mum”. His peptalk, including those exact words, served more to soothe himself than to soothe Sole,
“Codsworth I appreciate you wanting to make me feel better but let’s focus on this tiny human getting out safely rather than on peptalking me, please?”
“ Certainly! Oh, it will be such a beautiful child! I bet it’ll have your eyes,Mum.” 
“ Codsworth… I’m in a lot of pain.”
“ Err… right. What should I do?” 
“ Get out water, some clean cloth or clothing to wrap this kid in, anything helpful.” Another contraction hit her. “ Right. Now.”   Codsworth tried to hide that he felt at a loss considering he had no clue on how to proceed next. In between contractions, Sole just told him what to do next as he meticulously followed her every instruction. He hated that he couldn’t help her with the pain but it’d have to do. 

Danse stayed remarkably calm and got out of his power armor. Sole kept his eyes on him. Sure, she hadn’t expected him to be the kind to go  frantic but he was far too calm… did he think she was kidding or something? “ I’m not joking.”
“ I am aware of that. There is no need for concern. Breathe in, breathe out and relax.I won’t let anything happen to you or this baby.”
 “Danse, I know for a fact that ‘how to be a midwife’ is not part of the Brotherhood’s training process.” 
Danse smiled, she didn’t think she’d ever seen him more in love with her than in that moment. “  Ensuring that you are prepared for the mission you will embark on is part of the training. I made sure I was well-informed  and therefore know precisely what to do. Our only concern is potential complications.” Sole’s stomach turned at the idea of that being a possibility and regretted not listening when he had urged her to just lay low and stop travelling around sooner.  He took some clean cloth, water, a stim pack, a pipet… out of his backpack and took his top off. Sole’s tried to smile but the pain made it difficult.  “Danse… I appreciate the distraction but …”
“ We need to keep this child warm, body heat is ideal. I presumed you are in enough discomfort already however you can certainly opt to use your own body heat.” Sole grimaced. Yeah, she was in enough discomfort already indeed.
“ No thanks. “ He got a blanked out and put it over her after helping her out of her pants, presumeably to keep her warm. 
“  You might have to breastfeed the child as it will lessen the bleeding due to the hormones.” She smiled at Danse. “Thanks for having my back.” 
Danse gave her a reassuring smile and brushed some hair out of her face as gently as possible. “ Thank you for being the love of my life and giving me a family. Hang in there Sole, you’re going to be allright. Both of you. I will protect you, no matter what. Both you and our child. “

 MacCready seemed to be lost in thought. “ Don’t just stand there, now what do we do?”  He sat down beside her.
“ We don’t have time to get you to a doctor so we’re gonna have to make do with whatever we’ve got here. But hey, how hard can it be right?”
“ You have no idea.”
“ Right, sorry. Lucy made it very clear to me that it wasn’t easy when she had Duncan. The things she yelled at me, I thought I’d pull back a bloody stump considering how hard she squeezed my hand. I’ve only seen it and even I felt traumatised. I mean, damn what you women do is way more badass than anything that I…“
“ Yeah, real comforting there, MacCready.”
“ *ahum* Anyway I think I’ve got this.” He grabbed a somewhat clean shirt from his duffel bag and started ripping it up after putting his coat underneath Sole. The house may have come with a bed but clean sheets were something else entirely.“ You’ve still got some purified water, right?” He looked through her stuff and lifted the bottle. ‘Found it!’
“ I appreciate you trying to stay calm but I doubt having watched it once makes you any more of a midwife than me.” 
“ Someone once told me the second kid is easier though?”
Sole groaned and shot him a vicious look. “Sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.”
“ Okay, you’ve got this. I’ve got you. This baby is gonna be come out you’ll forget about all the bad stuff. Start with those puffy breathy things.”
“ Puffy breathy things?”
“ ‘C mon you know what I mean. ”  
MacCready focussed on her, showing to be much calmer than she was. However she noticed some tears welling up in his eyes. 
“ You’re gonna be fine. “ He grabbed her hand while she was still puffing. 
“ It’s always nice to see you this emotional, MacCready. “ She was expecting an excuse, from the dusty place to a full-blown twig in his eye. Perhaps onion-cutting ninja’s for the occasion.
“  I’m about to see my second child. This …  This is a big deal all right? You’ve done so much for me. You’ve given my son his life back, you’ve given me my life back and now you’re bringing another one into this world. And I get to raise them with you. Damnit Sole, I love you.”
“ No cursing.” She squeezed his hand at another contraction. 
“ Yeah you’re gonna have to let go cause I gotta get there now though.”


“ Ohkay… well I used to be a nurse once upon a time, all the doctor’s fancied me… probably because of the blonde wig and my long legs. “
“ Deacon, this is really not the time.”
“ I could be telling you the same thing.” She shot him the kind of look that made him count his lucky stars for her currently not being capable of fighting him because she would’ve handed him his ass. She hissed at him; “Look I know humor is your way of dealing with stressful situations and usually I am all for it. But not. Now.”
Deacon couldn’t supress a wide grin. “Well I helped get it in there I suppose I can help gettin’ it out.”
“ I swear if you’re gonna keep blurting out ‘funny’ shit you’re gonna make me a single mother.” Deacon was still smiling.
“ That would be a crying shame, especially because you would be dealing with the crying. Actually, maybe that’s preferable, then I get some peace and quiet.’
“ Really, Deacon? That’s your reaction? Don’t you think it’s a bit early for bad dad jokes?” 
“ No. Panic. I would say panic is my reaction. This is the scariest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. Feel better knowing that? What do you suggest we do?” 
“ Get some things ready and please, please don’t do the fake being hurt thing when I yell insults at you because my sense of self-control is at an all-time low.”
“ Gotcha, By the way, you’re doing great, keep up the pushing.” 
Sole groaned. “Less peptalk more getting your kid out because just like their dad it loves to get me stressed out.” 
“ Aww, they take after me already.”
“ Deacon, shut the hell up and get my pants off.” He opened his mouth again when Sole yelled ‘NO innuendoes.”

Gage’s eyes widened… “ Come again? This is some sort of bad joke right? Here?” 
Sole shook their head. “ Not the kind of thing I joke about.” Sole doubled over, hand on her belly, at another contraction. “Some help’d be nice”
He sighed and picked her up. “ Well shit boss, I’m not prepared for this.”
“ Should’ve thought about that before you got me knocked up Gage.”
He smiled a little.“ That’s what you get for always taking what you want I guess.” 
“ Oh please, if you had taken anything without my say-so you wouldn’t be breathin’ anymore. For now you’re gonna have to take off that armour and make sure you get this kid out safely.” Gage sighed. “I didn’t sign up for the getting it out part.” 
“ And I didn’t sign up for defeating your Overseer with a squirt gun, shit happens. We need to get this child out safely.”
The look on Gage’s face shifted as he got out some clean water. Shit, what else did he need for this. Sole noticed.
“ Wait… is that concern Gage?”
“ I… No.”
“ It actually easy, that I’d live the day to see this.”
“ This is my kid too ya know. I don’t want it to have the kind of fucked up life I’ve had, but it’d be a good start if it comes out kicking and screaming. But cause someone refused to stay put I’ve gotta help you get my kid out.”
“  Say whatever you want, I’ve found a soft spot in that cold cold heart anyway.“ Sole winked before another contraction plastered a look of pain on her face again.
“ I’ll guide ya through it Gage. But I can’t hold your hand through this cause  you’re gonna need them. So get something to put this baby on.” She decided that the last thing she had to do now is get insecure, wouldn’t help either of ‘em.
“Damn boss, you’re somethin’ else. Fuck it, let’s do this.”


“ Looks like this kid takes after their dad, life’s to the fast and the rebellious. “
“ Yeah, high five it when it gets out but help me first.” Hancock looked rather happy until he noticed just how much pain Sole was in.
“ You alright?” Sole looked at them. If looks could kill…
“ And people say there are no stupid questions.” She folded double, grabbing at her abdomen. “ This hurts like hell.” He guided her to the bed and let her lay down on it. 
“ I’d give ya some chems but that’d be bad for the baby.”
“ No kidding, I’m not having any of that filth now regardless Hancock.”
“ Guess we can’t make it to Diamond City anymore? I was looking forward to finding out whether they’d really let me in with you by my side, me being the father and all that.”
“ Hancock, focus. No small talk. I could use some help getting my pants off.” 
“ Ah, just what you said when we conceived the little one. Good times.” Hancock winked. Sole would laugh if the contractions weren’t hurting quite as much as they were. “
“ Alright… let’s fuck this shit up.” Sole slit her eyes. “Let’s fuck this shit up? Seriously? Look I know you’re a man and all but I speak from experience when I say this is not that easy.”
“ You’ve been dating a me for a while now darling, in comparison this is gonna be a freakin’ breeze. You’re a fucking superhero and I love you. Now, lay back, push and let’s hope this baby gets their looks from mommy.” 

Originally posted by daisyjm75

Maxson didn’t waste any time and picked her up. He put her down on the bed gently and seemed extremely calm. 
“ Maxson, are you even processing what I just said?” 
“ I know precisely what I am doing and  yes I have. We have this under control.”
Sole groaned in pain. “ Speak for yourself … the pain is getting worse.”
Maxson got out a wide array of things he needed to deliver the baby .
“ You do what I tell you what I tell you and there ought to be no issues.”
Sole scoffed. “Sure, cause you know all about babies. Maxson, with all do respect, this is not exactly the same as commanding an army.”  
 Sole clenched her teeth and dug her nails into what was left of the matress on the bed before screaming out. Maxson rushed over and for a moment his facade cracked, he was worried about her, brushing some hair out of her face.
 “ Are you alright?” 
Sole grimaced. “ Hardly. What happened to having everything under control?” 
“ Our child will be safe, it’s you I am concerned about.”
“ What makes you so sure Maxson?” 
“ I asked Cade what I would need to help you deliver this child if he wasn’t nearby. I have prepared for this potentially happening and have all the required equipment at the ready.” Sole screamed again, he grabbed her hand. 
“ I swear I will protect you and this child. I will send a message to the Brotherhood after this and they will come pick us up in a ventibird. And then you will rest.” Sole grinned. “Never listened before.”
“ I’ll lock you up if I have to, I care more about your safety than about some missions.”
“ You mean you love me more than the Brotherhood? That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” She screamed again and grabbed his hand, he didn’t even flinch as she squeezed as hard as she could.
“ I love you and this child more than anything. Now focus on doing this. You are my goddamn Sentinel for a damn good reason, you can do anything. That includes this. Just… whatever you do stay with me.” 

 “I really don’t think this is the time. I mean…”
Sole grimaced. “ I don’t think this kid cares about whether it’s the time for it.”
Kent supported Sole and put her on the bed.  “ Are you sure we can’t make it to Diamond City?”
“ On the list of things not even the Silver Shroud can do: delaying childbirth.”  Kent looked around nervously. “Okay… okay. What should I do.”
“ Stop looking so panicked for starters? Just do as I say and this will be fine.”

“ We’re having this baby now? Really?” Preston could hardly hide the happiness and excitement on his face when it dawned on him that the circumstances were hardly ideal for someone to give birth. He looked around. They were in a small shack in the middle of nowhere… panic crept up on him. He looked at Sole who seemed very busy with putting on a brave face but he knew when someone was scared. He picked her up, knowing he had to be the strong one. She had enough on her mind now. “ I got you. This baby is going to be fine.” He gently put her down on the bed in the hut. 
“ I was hoping for better circumstances but at least it isn’t raining, right?”  He held her hand. 
“ This is not the first time I’ve helped someone getting a baby out in the world by the way.” Sole laughed a little, very faintly because of the pain. 
“ You mean you’ve got a bunch of kids running around?”  He laughed and brushed some hair out of her face and helped her take off her pants and get a little more comfortable. “ No, but we do a lot in the Commonwealth. There was once a pregnant lady among the people we saved. The stress made her go into labour sooner than expected. But the baby pulled through.” Knowing that he had done this kind of thing before soothed her  a little.
“ I’m going to look for things we can use. Some clean cloth, water,… You’re going to have to take your top off too I’m afraid. Saved the mother. The child’s grandmother was with us and she told us it could stop the bleeding faster. I’ll get you a blanked though.” Sole nodded. 
“ You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Nick immediately focused on getting Sole calm and comfortable on the cot in the hut. “ Listen to me, kid. You can do this. We’re going to get this baby out safely do you hear me?” Sole nodded, still biting down on her lower teeth.
“ I guess it’s gonna have to come out somehow.” She smiled a little but still looked panicked. What if something went wrong? They first thought there were complications with Shaun’s birth as well but it quickly turned out to be a false alarm, she might not be as lucky this time.
“ The first thing you need to do is slow your breathing, relax.”
“ Easy for you to say.” The pain of the contractions wasn’t getting much better. He took off his coat and put it underneath Sole.
“ That’s gonna be messed up if this kid when the baby comes out Nick. Blood doesn’t wash out easily.”
“ Do you honestly think I give a damn? This is our child. I’m going to try to get you comfortable.” He did as much as he could to make Sole lay down in a comfortable position.
“ It’s not my comfort I’m worried about.” Nick sat down next to her and grabbed her by the back of her neck until his forehead touched hers. “ First of all; I love you. Second; when I say push you’ll have to push. I will support the baby’s head and make sure they’re breathing, okay?” Sole nodded. Nick planted a kiss on her lips. “ Everything is going to be alright. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I will not lose you or this baby”

Sturges’ eyes widened. “Oh… okay, no need to panic we can do this.” Sole grimaced. “ I’m not so sure about that.” 
“ Hey this is nature, you’ll be fine. I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you or to our baby.” He smiled at her in such a proud way that her heart melted a little. 
“ This is not exactly how I wanted things to go down sturges.”
“ Hey, look at me alright? You’ve got this. You’re a badass, I’ve seen you save so many people and survive against all odds, even if you can’t properly install a tap. This baby is going to conquer the world with a mom like you. Everything’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna get something to wrap the baby into, okay? Lay down and try that breathing thing.” He walked to his backpack but immediately walked back over to her and brushed some hair out of her face. “ I forgot to say one more thing… I love you.”

“ The nearest point we can transport to the Institute is 5 minutes away. I suggest we start moving.”
“ I’m not gonna make it there.”
“ You are.” He lifted Sole up and carried her to the place they were supposed to be. X6 seemed to be convinced he had it all under control although he looked more stressed than Sole had ever seen him. He barely managed to get Sole to a point where she could be transported to the Institute and once there started yelling orders at each and every doctor. As they frowned at him for presuming he, as a synth, had the audacity to doing so Sole yelled that he was officially her second and would be obeyed. Especially in these circumstances.
He continued his orders and Sole noticed a hint of a smile. Someone stood beside her and urged her to calm her breathing to delay the birth a little. X6 soon sat beside her, holding her hand.
“ I’d hardly considered you the sentimental type.” 
“ I am aware of the fact that squeezing someone’s hand aids them in getting the focus off the pain to some extent.” With her next contraction she squeezed again, hard. Part of her didn’t give a damn but she looked at X6 regardless, trying to figure out if she hadn’t hurt him.
“ I can take it. Do whatever you need to do.”

Originally posted by lightwood-shadowworld

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 Part 9 Part 10

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.

I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.