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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Six- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Six

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,317
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by justjensenanddean

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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

Something more.

The words rattled you to your soul and you swallowed thickly.  It wasn’t like you could come up with a reply.  Every time you went to say something, your voice died in your throat.  The air didn’t seem to want to push its way out of your lungs and the only thing that came out was a strangled choke.

Dean had gone quiet too.  His eyes staring straight ahead, but his hand never left yours.  You looked down and you felt your heart stop when you noticed how perfect they seemed to fit together.  It was an odd idea to you.  That you could feel so much for someone but still want to hide yourself from him.  

Dean was never meant to be yours and it was going to be hard to let go of  something that never could be.  Chewing on your bottom lip, you gave his hand a squeeze.  You didn’t want to hurt him, but your heart was already dying inside.  There was something broken in you and there was no fixing it.

 Dean didn’t know that and you wouldn’t let him find out.  You would simply let him see that you weren’t meant for him.

Ten minutes later, you and Dean had arrived back to the motel.  You stopped in front of the door to your room and watched as he disappeared into his.  You allowed yourself to finally let the tears you had held back to fall.  Shaking in relief as you did.   

What the hell were you going to do with yourself?

You reached up and wiped away the tears as you stood in the cool night air.  It made your skin prickle and you reached up to rub your arms.  You had momentarily forgotten that your outfit was so suggestive until someone drove by in the parking lot to scream lewd things your direction.  You jumped and let out a surprised screamed when they honked loudly.

The door to Dean’s room came flying open as he came barreling out.  

“Y/N?” He asked as his peered around the corner at you.  You had pressed yourself to the adjoining wall as you tried to calm down.  You were overwhelmed by everything that had gone on that night. You desperately tried to regain your composure as you breathed in deeply.  Dean had rounded the corner and had you in his arms.  


You leaned into his touch and wrapped your arms around his waist.  Your heart thudded in your  chest as you tried to ignore the growing desire.  A desire to be that girl he called his own.

 
“What the hell are you doing out here sweetheart?”  He asked softly.  His hands coming up to stroke the top of your head.  You shook your head and clung closer to him.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing at all…” You mumbled into his shirt.  You were cold, tired, and confused.  You heard Dean let out a sigh before he pulled away and lead you to his door.   Your eyes snapped to him as he motioned for you to come inside.  
“Ummm….  Heh….  Ummmm…  I thought we’re gonna take things slow.”  You whimpered as you took a step backwards.  The pure nervousness that you had felt that first night in the bar was settling itself back into your stomach.  Dean let out that laugh of his and you turned to glare at him.


“What the fuck, Winchester!  Why are you always laughing at my expense? Not the best way to get in a girl’s pants!” You hissed.   Dean continued to laugh as he went inside his room.  You hovered in the doorway and stared into the darkness.  What the hell was he up to now?

First he confesses that he wants something more than sex from you.  Then he’s trying to get you into his motel room.  Was he trying to fuck with you?  You choked on your tongue  when the overhead light flickered on and Dean stood there in nothing but his boxer and t-shirt.  

You had never seen the man without his five layers of clothing except for the other morning.  Then it had only been brief and a lot less sexually driven.   Dean gave you a look as if to say, ‘You know you like it, sweetheart.’  You grunted and rolled your eyes.  

“Are you coming to bed or you just going to stand there all night?”  He asked with another chuckle.  You froze as you looked up at him with a questioning look.  

Was he just trying to get in your pants after all?  You glowered at him but took a step inside.  Dean approached you and closed the door behind you.  When it slammed shut, you couldn’t help but feel you were suddenly being locked in a dungeon of doom.   Dean, of course, being your own personal dungeon master.  You squinted as the idea of that being a dirty thought weaseled through you.  Your face twitched a bit at the thought of Dean spanking you while you called him Daddy flashed through your mind.  

You slow blinked at the thought and wondered what the hell you were even thinking.  The things this man made you think about.  No wonder woman’s panties seemed to literally drop at the sight of him.  You had never understood it until now.  Having Dean Winchester’s attention was the best high you had ever experienced.  It was also the most pissed off you had ever been.

Dean had been watching your facial expression with peaked interest.  He wished that he could just for a moment get inside that pretty head of yours, but mainly he wished he could get into those panties. 

 He snorted to himself and shook his head at that lie.  He knew damn well that what he was saying earlier was the truth.   What he wanted to get into was your heart and your panties.  Though he really didn’t care of the order that it happened.  He smirked at the thought and the way you had pressed your back against the door.

“Relax, sweetheart.  I just thought that maybe we could cuddle.  You know ease you into all this a little slower this time.”  He said with a toothy grin.   You eyed him for a moment and inspected him for any lies to be told.  All those years of hunting had given you a nose for sniffing out lies.    


“Alright… I’ll give it a try.”  You murmured.  “But any funny business Winchester and I’ll make you regret the day you were born.”  You warned as you eyed him with suspicion.  Dean just gave you that smirk of his in return before sprawling across the bed.  

“I’ll be right back.  I need to get out these clothes….  I smell like a bar threw up.”  You mumbled as you head towards the adjoining door.  Making your way quickly to your duffel bag, you rummaged around for your pajamas.   Yanking off your nuisance of an outfit, you sighed as the soft fabric of your favorite old band tee smoothed over your skin.  

Cringing when you noticed how wet your underwear still was, you slipped them down you legs in favor of a newer pair.  You blanched, when after searching for some time, realized that you didn’t have any more clean pairs.  You would have to do laundry soon.  Slipping on your sleep shorts, you grabbed your tooth brushed before sucking in a deep breath.  

You made your way through the door and stopped just short of the bed.  Dean was lying propped back on the pillows.  Shirtless.  A whimper got caught in the back of your throat and it made you sound like a mouse squeaking.  Dean smiled broadly at you and his fingers ghosted over his ab muscles.  Your eyes would have been come glue there if you hadn’t torn them away.

“Please tell me you have on boxers.”  You asked.  Your voice a little higher than normal from embrassessment.  You had never actually touched a naked man before and you couldn’t handle him if he was.   Dean laughed lowly and pulled the covers up to reveal his boxer.  You nodded before cautiously climbing into bed with him.  Crawling up to his side, you laid your head on his chest while he draped his arm around you.  

Dean sighed in contentment as he felt your warmth pressed against him.  His hand coming to rest just above your elbow as he gently ran his fingers over your skin.  You founded yourself snuggling closer into his warm chest.  Your whole body felt light as you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy the moment.  Dean was warm and smelt like mint.  Your hand began to trace circles into his right bicep as you hummed yourself to sleep.  

Dean noticed as you slowly began to fall asleep.  Your body stilled, your breathing became more even, and your eyes closed.  He smiled before placing a kiss on your forehead.  He gently ran his fingers through your hair and he couldn’t help thinking that this was how life was suppose to be.  He had a taste of this kind of life with Lisa, but that couldn’t have been.  You,though,were different.  He wouldn’t be dragging you into the life as you were already a part of it.  You understood him and he understood you.   

Dean spent the next few hours just watching you sleep.  He had chuckled when you had began to mumbled about him in your sleep.  You were frowning and you scolded him several times for being a pervert.   And then things got very interesting.   You had rolled away from him and seemed to moan his name.  He lifted himself so that he could try to make out your facial expressions in the dark.  From what he could tell, your face reflected what he thought was going on in that dream of yours.

“Dean please…  Touch me.”  You whispered.   A cocky smirk drew on Dean’s lips when his suspicions were confirmed.  You were having a sex dream about him.  

Dean could only watch completely transfixed as your hand roamed down your body.  It stopped at the waistband of your shorts and Dean had to swallow hard.  He sent out a little prayer to whomever the fuck would listen that you would go for gold.  Of course the opposite of that happen and Dean rolled his eyes.  Yours had popped open and were looking at him in horror.  He smiled knowingly down at you.  

That ever so cocky grin becoming wider as your eyes gave everything away.  Much to your protest, Dean leaned over and kissed you.  His lips lingering sweetly there.  It wasn’t raw and wild like the other you had shared.  It was soft and loving.  His lips moving against yours gently as his fingers slipped through your hair.  When he pulled back, you were a panting mess of a girl.  

You furrowed your eyebrows together at the action.  You had expected him to make some comment or lewd suggestion.  Not kiss you like you were his first love.  You reached up and scratched your head from nerves as he continued to smile at you.  Annoyance creeped up your spine as you glanced away from him.  You rolled over but could still feel those green orbs boring into your back.  The need to strangle him flashed through your mind and you sat up to glare at him.

“What Winchester?”  You snapped as your eyes narrowed into slits.

The smile was a not there anymore.  The smug grin on his face made you want to slap him or kiss him.  You just weren’t sure which one it was anymore.

“So…  How many of those dreams have you had about me?”  He asked in a cocky tone.  

You groaned and turned away from him.  Making sure to pull the covers over your head as you did.  

“Go to sleep, Dean.”  You mumbled from your blanket prison.  Dean snickered as his hand roamed under the blanket for you.  You yelped when his arms wrapped around you.  Pulling you into his chest as his fingers began to dance along your ribs.  You squealed loudly and tried to squirm away, but he locked you into his embrace. His fingers lingered in the place that he found you were the most ticklish.  You laughed until you were crying and he laughed with you as his heart swelled with joy.

“Dean stop!  STOP. Aahahahhahaha.” You well managed to shriek between rounds of laughter.   You hated being tickled and you wonder for a brief moment how he knew.  Then you remembered that you had confessed to him once.  Bastard, how did he remember that?

“Not until you tell me how many dreams you’ve had.”  He said with a laugh of his own.  You wailed harder as his fingers skimmed across your ribs again.  You jerked and wiggled but his grip was tight.  

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT!  I don’t know!  I’ve lost count!”  You cried in defeat as his fingers stop their torture.   

“Umm.  That’s the answer I wanted to hear.” Dean said as he kissed the top of your head.  Settling down behind you, he pressed himself into your back.  You stiffened when you could feel every muscle and smooth piece of skin.   Oh god damn it, the man was even built like a god.  You hadn’t allowed yourself to get a really good look at him.  You had always tried to avoid staring at him.  It had to be the same concept as staring at the sun.   If you stared to long you’d certainly go blind.

Dean, in the meantime, was taking advantage of your distracted state.  He leaned down and buried his face in your hair.  Sighing when you smelt sweet and light, he kissed the back of your neck.  A last fleeting thought flickered through his mind before sleep overtook him.

This was were you both belonged.


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Palms sweaty.

The only thing your eyes could focus on was the gun strapped to the man’s waist.

Not Olivia, not the strange man, but that weapon.

One wrong word.

One wrong move, and it could be pulled out, leaving nothing good to be the outcome.

“Cute little tune, isn’t it?” Olivia smiled, fingers tracing over the lining of the fabric on the mobile, where little elephants and giraffes were hanging on a thread. “Too bad your little baby of yours won’t be able to hear it, hmm?” she questioned, pride lacing her voice as she watched your reaction.

“Olivia…” you gulped, afraid to look her in the eyes, but you warily did. “You don’t have to do this, alright? We could just talk about this – like adults” you stressed to her and her expression fell. Lips forming into a hard line as she shook her head.

“I don’t have time to talk anymore, alright? I’ve been dealing with your shit for long enough” she replied strikingly and you gulped.

“Now I’ll give you two options.” she offered, and you stayed quiet.

“We could do this the easy way - which let me tell you, will benefit both me and you; OR we could do this the hard way. Now it wouldn’t really be hard for me per say, but it’d be hard for you, and gruesome” she smiled.

As the words were coming out of Olivia’s mouth, your brain was trying to process all the information, but in your state of panic, it wasn’t sinking in. All that was in your head was that you could potentially end up getting severely hurt, or actually die. The thought of Harry was a blaring image right in front of your eyes.

Your baby.

Your innocent baby’s life could be ruined if you made one wrong move, and you weren’t about to deal with the potential guilt you could be living with.

“What are my opinions” you whispered defeatingly and the man smirked over to Olivia as a grin spread across her face.

“Well, the easy way would be that you simply leave Harry, and never come back. Allowing for me and him to finally continue our relationship that you ruined” she bit at you. “Or we could go the hard way, we take you away, torture you – and then kill you” she said.

Your eyes went wide, looking over at her, not an ounce of regret coating her features.

Instead of regret - she actually held the emotion of pride, and accomplishment. She looked satisfied with herself, and it made you wonder how long she was actually planning for this.

“Come on, Olivia” you told her warily. “You know that’d never work. Harry would never forgive you if he found out you did something to me…to his baby” you stressed, and that’s when you knew you hit a nerve because you felt her arms around your neck almost immediately.

“Shut the fuck up” she growled. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for you, alright?” she snarled. “If you would have kept your fucking legs closed, none of this would be going on” she said, hands wrapping more tightly around your throat as you tried to gasp for any breath you could take.

“Now I’ll give you one more opportunity to put your say in. The easy way, or the hard way?” she repeated, eyes wide with anger, and you knew you had to give her an answer.

You knew you had to give her an answer, because if you didn’t you knew she’d choose the harder way. You could tell, she’d do anything to see you vulnerable and in pain.

So you croaked the one word, you wish you hadn’t.

“Fine”


“Baby, I’m home!” he hollered, closing the door behind him, tugging off his boots and making his way towards the kitchen. “I got your favorite chocolates! I found the ones with little hazelnuts inside! Oh, and the ones with almonds too! They were a bit more pricey, but I know you’ve been begging for them for a while” he said aloud, chuckling quietly to himself.

He adjusted the bouquet of flowers under his arms that he had been planning to surprise you with as he approached the kitchen.

Setting some of the extra grocery bags on the counter he paused in confusion when he noticed a scribbled handwritten note sat upon the counter. With a furrowed brow, he put down the flowers and chocolates, lifting the ripped piece of paper into his hands.

I’m sorry, but we can’t be together anymore

He felt time stop, literally. He felt like the clock in the kitchen had stopped it’s ticking, everything around him, stopping. His heart had plummeted to his stomach, his hands beginning to sweat. His fingers beginning to shake, as his eyes began to slightly water hoping none of this way true.

“Oh no, no, no” he muttered to himself, going as quickly as he feet could carry, going up the stairs and barging into the room, seeing the bed left like it was when he left. The candles still lit around the room, and your clothes folded up on the bed.

He checked the one place that would confirm his thoughts, your drawer - and his thoughts were confirmed when he noticed your favorite tee shirts of his gone, along with some of your favorite pants that you stashed away.

“Fuck” he whispered to himself. “Why, why, why!” he cried, running his fingers through his hair, heart hammering against his chest as he tried to put together the pieces, but none of it was making sense.

Just an hour ago, before he had left, everything seemed good, so good. You looked content. You looked happy.

Why would you have left all of the sudden?


“Please, Olivia! Let me answer the phone!” you whimpered, your hands aching against the elastic she had tied around both your wrists. “Something could be wrong” you told her. “He gets panic attacks, please” you pleaded but she didn’t budge.

“One more word out of you, and I’m putting the duct tape over your mouth. So choose wisely on what you’ll do next” she threatened and you whimpered, throwing your head against the headrest in the car and looking out the window.

“We almost there, Rich?” you heard Olivia ask him and he nodded.

“Yes, few more minutes” he replied, accent thick.


“Fuck, come on baby” he whimpered, dialing your number on his phone for the twentieth time in a row and awaiting an answer, except this time, the line went straight to voicemail and his heart sank.

Something wasn’t right.

He felt it in his gut, that something was wrong, but he couldn’t pinpoint what.

So he did the second best thing he could do, dial his mother.

She was his rock. She was there for him when no one else was; always offering words of encouragement, words of wisdom, and she was just a good shoulder to cry on if he ever needed.

Shakily dialing her phone number, it didn’t take more than two rings for her to answer with her chirpy voice. But her chirpy voice died down when she heard him sniffling on the other end of the phone, immediately asking what had happen.

“Mumma” he croaked. “She – She left” he let out jaggedly against the phone, knuckling at his eyes as he tried to settle his breathing. “I came home from the grocery store because I told her I’d buy her some things for a relaxing night in – and I came home to her gone, with a note that she left saying that we were over” he told his mum brokenly over the phone, chest physically aching, and his stomach turning; feeling as if he were about to throw up.

“Alright, slow down. Take a few breaths – what do you mean she’s gone?” she asked and he groaned to himself.

Gone” he pressed sternly to her against the phone. “Her favorite tee shirts are gone. Her favorite pants are gone. My favorite tee shirts of hers are gone. She left, and I don’t know why”  he cried, looking up at the ceiling as he felt his chest begin to tighten and he shakily leaned over to the table to reach for his inhaler.

“I don’t get what I did wrong” he whimpered, after taking a lungful of his inhaler. “We were okay” he croaked, closing his eyes trying to piece things together.

“Oh, baby boy” Anne whispered. “Have you tried calling her? Maybe texting her?” she asked and he nodded against the phone. “I’ve called over twenty times and it’s just started going to voicemail. Her location is off, she’s not answering her texts…I have no idea where she is” he whimpered.

“You don’t think something could have went wrong…do you?” he warily asked, gulping down what felt like a rock in his throat as he hoped to god that Olivia didn’t have anything to do with this.

“Oh goodness, I would hope not” she whispered and he bit his lip. “Do you think Olivia has something to do with this?” he asked. The line then went silent. His heart stopping along with Anne’s.

“I would hope not. I know she carries envy around for the two of you, but I don’t think she’d go as far as hurting her.” she told him and he bit his lip, knowing that doubting Olivia was the last thing he should do, because she was Olivia, and she’d do anything to get her point across.

“Yeah, you’re right” he whispered, shaking his head. “I think I’m just getting into my own head. The security gates were closed so it’s impossible she could have broke in, or anyone else for that matter” he sighed, rubbing his face to try and take away some exhaustion, even though it failed to work.

“I just don’t get why she’d leave” he kept repeating, and Anne had the same answer every time.

“Me either, sweetheart.”


His hand tugged on your arm, pulling you out the dark vehicle. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the light, to see you where brought to an abandoned building, but it looked familiar.


“Holy shit, girl! These will be perfect for our photography assignment!” Olivia squealed, pulling out her camera and changing the settings.

“I bet, but I don’t think we should be in here. It says it bold letters ‘No Trespassing’ so I think we should abide the law…” you chuckled, carefully following her and stepping over the shards of glass that was scattered over the concrete floor.

“How’d you find this place anyway?” you asked cautiously, stepping behind her as she got some rigid shots of the building.

She shrugged. “My dad said this use to be a really popular construction sight, but then there was some weather disaster or something, and it took over the whole building and nobody took it upon themselves to fix up the place, so it’s been left abandoned ever since. Looks pretty sick if you ask me!” she chuckled.

You stilled when you felt like you heard something coming from outside, but Olivia didn’t seem fazed.

“Olivia” you whispered, tugging on her arm with wide eyes. “I think someone is outside” you gulped and she chuckled, shaking her head.

“Oh, please. I guarantee you rarely anyone even knows of this place. The cops surely don’t. You could scream bloody murder and no one would hear you since it’s so far into the woods” she chuckled, and you let out a jagged breath.


“By the expression you have on your face, I can see you remember this place” Olivia chuckled, pushing over the heavy wooden door and having it slam shut behind the three of you and the man shoved you down into a chair, taping your ankles to the legs of the chair and having your arms behind your back as you whimpered.

“Olivia, please”  you begged. “I left Harry, I did what you asked me. Why are you doing this?” you asked pleadingly and she shrugged.

“Had to give you at least a little taste of torture, didn’t I?” she smirked, circling around your chair. “You didn’t seriously think that I’d let you get away with everything so easily, did you?” she laughed, but you stayed quiet.

“Of course you did, you’re a little idiotic bitch, so I’m not surprised.” she continued snobbishly as you bit your lip to try and convey your tears.


It had been almost twenty-four hours since Harry has had any contact with you, and to say he was going crazy wasn’t even a good depiction of how he was truly feeling.

He didn’t know who to call, where to go, or what to do.

You didn’t have any family he could contact. You had a few friends, but none of them were very close to you, especially close enough to know about a situation like this.

There was only one person he thought of, and he didn’t want to call her, but he didn’t have another choice.

The phone rang for a few moments before he heard a clearing of a throat, and he heard her voice.

“Harry?” he heard her voice on the other end, sounding surprised. “What’s got you calling at this hour?” she asked calmly, which had some suspicion coursing through his veins.

“Hey – erm, listen” he croaked, clearing his throat and looking down at his feet. “Do you think you could come over? I think we need to talk, I uh – need some help” he told her and he heard her breath hitch over the phone.

“Is everything alright? You’re worrying me a bit” she told him slowly, and he bit his lip, throat closing in on him before a small whimper escaped his lips.

“Uh – no not really. It’s not okay, could you just come?” he asked and he heard her let out a quick of course before ending the phone call.


“Hey, thanks for coming” he croaked, wiping at his eyes, letting her in and closing the door.

Her face held a look of sadness and worry that he didn’t think he’d ever see.

“Oh, of course” she whispered, immediately pulling him into her arms and relaxing into his touch. He stilled for a moment, not really sure what to make out of her actions, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly and let a few tears seep out his eyes as he tried his best to compose himself and not muffle out a sob.

“Alright, let’s sit down” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the living room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked gently, placing a hand on his knee as he closed his eyes, rolling his lip in between his teeth and shuttering out a breath.

“I uh, came home last night, after stopping by the store last night, to see that she left; and all she left me was a note” he told her shakily, handing it to her, and Olivia held her composure, keeping the look of sadness present in her eyes as she read over the note, that she in fact had written - but he didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, Harry” she whispered shockingly, placing a hand over her mouth, as a small gasp escaped. “I can’t believe she’d do that” she told him but he nodded slowly, wiping at the corner of his eyes.

“Me either” he croaked. “I was hoping that maybe, she contacted you? I know you two aren’t on the best of terms…but other than me and my family, she doesn’t have much around here - you know?” he told her sadly. “I thought maybe she’d went to you, maybe told you where she was or something? I don’t know - god I must sound so stupid right now” he scoffed wetly to himself, shaking his head.

“Oh, no, no, no” Olivia hummed, rubbing a palm over his thigh. “No she didn’t contact me or anything…but for what it’s worth, she’s probably not worth it” she told him, and he looked up at her about to say something, but she continued to speak.

“I know you’re going to say that I’m only saying that because of my relationship with her, but that’s not true. What woman, leaves such a bland note to her partner, especially when she’s carrying their baby, hmm?” she asked, looking over at him and he let out a shaky breath.

“God, the baby” he whimpered.

Olivia sighed, pulling him close and running her fingers through his hair. They both stayed silent, Harry not moving, because even though it was Olivia, and he had a strong hate for her. Right now, he was vulnerable, in a spot he thought he’d never be in, so right now he didn’t care whose arms he was in, as long as he was held.


Olivia pulled back from him and he slowly looked up at her, and she kept her gaze on him giving him a soft smile and he sighed,

Placing a hand on his cheek, she stroked away the stray tears left on his cheeks, wiping the corner of his lip where a few tears decided to collect up. She was enamored. He was right in front of her, so close. She never thought he’d be this close to her ever again, all because of you.

But now, you were gone.

You were out the picture, and her plan was working.

So she did what she thought was best – she took advantage of his vulnerability and she leaned in slowly, pressing her lips to his and he stilled.

She felt his warm, chapped lips on hers before he quickly pulled them away and looked at her shockingly.

“Olivia…” he croaked shockingly, and she placed a finger on her lips. “We can’t – that shouldn’t have happen” he told her startlingly.

“Harry…”

“No – Uh, I can’t do this right now…I can’t do this to her” he croaked, not even looking her in the eye, feeling the guilt settle in his gut.

“We’ll talk later, but please leave” he whispered, shaking his head and making his way out the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom not even bothering to see hear what Olivia had to say. 


Your stomach was rumbling. Your head was spinning. Your ankles were beginning to become sore due to not being able to move, and you literally felt marks being embedded into the skin around your wrists due to the wire straps that caused your hands to be tied together.

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes and letting out a muffled sob.

You were scared.

Not only for yourself, but for your baby, and for Harry.

You didn’t know what Olivia had planned. You didn’t know what she was fully capable of - clearly, because you never thought she’d do something like this. Your stomach tightened when you realized how bad this situation actually was. You didn’t know how long you’d be trapped here for. You didn’t know when would be the next time you’d be able to drink something - let alone eat something.

Then your mind pondered off to your baby. If you didn’t eat, if you didn’t drink, if you didn’t take your vitamins, this baby could be gone – and that’s when it hit you that this must have been Olivia’s main goal.

She wanted to see you be in pain. She wanted to see you going through a struggle.

She wanted you to suffer, just like she did.

But it was nothing you could control, and you’ve told her that. You couldn’t control Harry’s feelings - and you still couldn’t understand why she was so hung upon the idea of him.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the clamoring of loud feet and Richard appeared.

“Let’s go” he urged, pulling you up, forgetting that the duct tape was wrapped around your ankles and you yelped.

Fuck, will you watch it?!” you shouted, quickly realizing you probably shouldn’t have, due to the expression on his face and his hand tightening around your wrist as you winched with a painful moan.

“You really want to go there, doll?” he asked you. Shaking your head you bit your lip to try and stop the stray tears from coming out the corner of your eye. 

He nodded, ripping off the tape, causing a loud cry to escape your lips and those tears that you were holding in just came pouring out and there was no way to stop it.

All you wanted was to be back home with Harry, laying in bed together eating those chocolates that he promised. You wanted to feel safe and content but at this moment, you didn’t know if a feeling of safeness and content would ever be presented to you ever again. 

Next thing you knew, he had shoved you in the car, pulling a dark bag over your head, taking away your vision.

Another Set of Eyes (Lafayette x Reader)

Request: YOUR BLOG IS MY FAVORITE YOU ARE SO TALENTED DO YOU HAVE ANY LAF FLUFF COMING UP?? I LOVE U

Premise: When everyone realized there was probably a little more than just friendship between you and Lafayette

A/N: This has been an idea of mine to write for the longest time, I just had no idea who to write it for, so when I got the request for Laf fluff (from this super sweet anon omg ily) I put the two together and I got this!! I really like it! I hope that you guys too!! It’s a little bit longer than normal but its a slow burn so what can you expect really. I love y’all to pieces <3333

Masterlist!!

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Unsurprisingly, Angelica saw it first. She was always the most observant of your friend group. She caught on at one of the girls nights that you, Peggy, Eliza, Maria, and herself shared. The five of you were all slumped around Eliza and Maria’s shared dorm snacking on junk food and listening to Peggy’s eclectic playlist. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You and Eliza were having a contest to see who could catch more jelly beans in their mouth while Maria was lending Peggy an outfit for an upcoming date. Angelica was on her laptop googling a movie that she could put on that you all could watch but didn’t have to pay too much attention to. She also happened to be sitting on your phone. She was scrolling down a list of films when she felt a shocking vibration coming from underneath her. She shifted her weight and pulled the offending technology out from under her. She glanced at the screen only to realize that it wasn’t her phone, but yours. You’re lockscreen (a picture of all of your friend group together in awkward poses) was faded behind a text message from “Gilly Willy Billy” reading, “so why are you having a girls night without me??? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME”.

“Y/N? Laf texted you,” she said and read the text out, attempting to hide her laughter at Lafayette’s drama queen tendencies.

“He’s such a dork,” you giggled and grabbed the phone from Angelica, allowing conversation to fall back to normal. Angelica, however, didn’t miss the sparkling of your eyes when she said his name, nor the small smile you had when you responded to the text. Maybe there’s something more to that story, she thought.

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James and Thomas realized at the same time. They figured it out while at Alex’s 19th birthday dinner, which was being hosted by the Schuylers. You and Laf had chosen seats directly next to each other, though that was not out of the ordinary. They didn’t think much of it until it was declared that it was the time to give Alex his birthday presents. Alex was quite humble about it, refusing to take them at first until Angelica gave him one of her looks. This came as a little bit of a shock to Jefferson, who had gotten him a bobblehead figurine of his least favorite founding father, John Adams. However, the bigger shock came when Lafayette handed Alex a box and announced that it was from both him and Y/N. The two of you sharing a soft smile when he returned to his seat

Thomas turned to James and whispered to him, “Since when are they together?”

James responded with a shake of his head and a cough before stating, “I don’t think they are, but I think they wish they were.”

Thomas raised his eyebrow, but neither of them mentioned it again that night. However, both were a little more aware of the pair from that point on.

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Hercules noticed later that night. The dinner party had quickly turned into a dance party and practically everyone was dancing along to assorted music streaming from John’s phone into Alex’s bluetooth speaker. He and Angelica were poorly dancing along to some weird combination of electronic and indie music, when Angelica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned closer to Herc.

“What do you make of Laf and Y/N?” she asked, still bopping her head out of time with the beat.

Herc was a little confused by the question but still answered, “What do you mean? They’ve been best friends since high school, before the majority of us even met, but you know all this. Why are you asking?”

“Look at them,” she said, eyes still squinting as she nodded her head over his shoulder. When he turned around he was met with the sight of you and Lafayette sitting of the couch, with you half asleep and your head on his shoulder, and Lafayette’s arm wrapped protectively around you. It was a position you both had been in more than once, so that was practically nothing, but the look on Lafayette’s face as he looked down at you, curled into his side, that was what caught Hercules attention.

“Huh,” was his oh so elegant reply. “He hasn’t said anything and neither has she but you never know.” He and the eldest Schuyler parted with a shrug and he went over to the two of you, and asked at a low enough volume for you not to notice, “Dude, does she need a ride home?”

Lafayette shook his head and murmured, “No, mon ami, but thank you. I’m actually about to bring her home now. If you could tell Alex we say happy birthday that would be great.”

Herc nodded and said goodbye. Maybe Lafayette’s arm still wrapped tightly around your waist was just to keep you stable in your sleepy state, but he highly doubted it.

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Alex was next to notice, but the first to say anything to one of you. He and Lafayette were studying for a test in their Advanced French class together (not that either of them needed to).

Alex asked Laf a question regarding verb conjugation in day to day speaking, to which he responded, “I don’t know, mon ami. I just speak it, how do native English speakers know when to use there, their, or they’re? They just do!” Laf waved his hand at the smaller boy, as if dismissing him, though he chuckled slightly.

“Well my bad, Mr. Born-In-France, I just thought I’d ask!” Alex retorted with a laugh. Laf’s phone pinged with a notification, catching both of their attentions.

Lafayette picked up the phone and smiled at the screen. Mumbling to Alex while replying, “Y/N thinks it’s sad that we have to study for a French test despite being fluent.”

Alex looked at Lafayette and noticed a dreamy look in his eyes as he texted back and forth with you. And since Alex was notorious for not being able to shut his mouth, he said, “Woah, lover boy, I can practically see the hearts coming out of your eyes. Since when do like Y/N?”

The question was innocent enough but, since it was the first time anyone had ever said anything about it before, Lafayette was caught completely off-guard. His phone slipped out of his hands and he stumbled over his words a for a few seconds before getting out a simple, “Shut up” before returning to his textbook.

Alex assured him that his secret was safe, and glanced over when he heard Laf’s phone ping again, only to catch a glimpse of what looked like a heart emoji next to your name. That boy’s in deep, was his only thought, before returning to his study guide.

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John took a while to realize it, but when it hit him, it him hard. It was about 10 in the morning when John heard his roommate’s door open. He was about to call out to Lafayette that he was out of milk, only when he looked up, he found you where he expected Laf to be. You were rubbing your eyes as you walked towards the miniature kitchen in their suite style dorm. John also noticed that you weren’t exactly wearing the type of pyjamas he was used to seeing you in. Instead of the usual sweatpants and hoodie you wore to late night movie parties, you were drowning in Laf’s favorite tee-shirt and a pair of his roommate’s boxer shorts. (How John knew that they were Laf’s is a story for another time.)

John was not known for being very tactful in the mornings, so when you were finally close enough to him for him to make the sly joke, he jumped at the opportunity. “Looks like someone got a taste of our Laffy Taffy last night.” He threw a wink at you and began pouring you a cup of his signature coffee, which your entire group of friends lived by.

“Oh shut up Laurens,” you grumbled, a blush tinting your cheeks as you pulled the mug out of his hands and up to your lips. You took a small sip and sighed, “You know it’s not like that.”

In retrospect, John’s not sure what it was that first tipped him off, your blush, your dejected tone, or a combination of the two. He was completely convinced, however, when Lafayette finally made it out to the kitchen and kissed that top of your forehead, both of you looked at the other as if it was the last time you would see them. John gave a small nod (mostly to himself) and made his way out of the kitchen and back to his room, leaving the lovebirds in the kitchen together.

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Maria and Eliza were next to figure it out, but they were the first ones you told. It was a Friday night and the three of you were in your shared dorm with Angelica, who was out with Peggy on a double date. You were all sitting around and talking, as usual, but tonight you were more distracted than normal. You were clicking open your phone every few minutes, as if you were waiting for an important call.

“Y/N, whose call are you waiting for?” Maria asked, a joking tone in her voice.

You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, letting out a big sigh. “Can I tell you guys something without you guys freaking out?” You asked rubbing your left temple.

The two girls looked at each other curiously then turned to you, nodding.

“There’s this guy…” You started, only to be cut off.

“Oh! Is he cute? Do we know him? Is it serious?” Eliza rattled off before Maria’s hand fell onto her shoulder, calming the adorable ball of energy that is Eliza Schuyler.

“He’s amazing. Yes, you do know him. And no. Nothing’s ever going to happen so it won’t ever be serious,” you answered off, the volume of your voice getting softer and softer. “It’s… Lafayette.”

“Woah,” was the only answer you got from both of the girls sitting across from you.

“Yeah,” you responded, shoving your head into the pillow in front of you. “I know it’s stupid. Falling for your best friend always sucks and it never works out like it does in the movies and he’s never going to feel the same way, and I’m going to lose him if he finds out, and–”

Maria cut you off with her soothing voice, “Y/N, calm down. It’s going to be fine just calm down and talk to him about it. It’s Laf! You’ve known him forever. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“No. I-I can’t. He’s already got someone else,” you mumbled into the pillow.

“Aw sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that serious,” Eliza said rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“It’s their third date tonight. And his general rule of thumb is that if it makes it to a third date, then you know what goes down.” You said, looking back up at them.

They shook their heads and attempted to console you. When Maria asked how long you’d felt this way and you responded, “Too long” they knew that if you couldn’t give them an actual estimate that you were probably in way over your head.

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Peggy found out in the most ridiculous way possible. She wandered into a Subway one day for a quick lunch in between lectures when she noticed a familiar tall Frenchman with his signature ponytail sitting in a corner of the “healthy’ fast food joint. She quickly ordered her sub and made her way over to the table where her friend was sitting by himself.

“Yo, Gilbert,” she said as she slid into the seat across from him. He looked up at her like a deer in headlights before shaking himself out of his mind and responding normally. The conversation was light between the two until Peggy remembered something that wasn’t exactly fitting into the picture.

“Wait a second. Y/N said you had a lunch date with your new girlfriend right about now. Did she ditch you at a Subway?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in amusement. Laf’s face suddenly contorted into a mixture of guilt, sadness and sheepishness. “What?” she prodded, hoping for an interesting answer.

“Don’t laugh,” he mumbled, his voice low. She nodded for him to continue. “Well, I told John that I liked Y/N and he said that the easiest way to do it without telling her outright would be to make her jealous, but I couldn’t find anyone who I actually enjoyed spending time with enough to pretend to date so I’ve been going on dates… with myself.”

It took a minute to register the information, but once she got it all, Peggy couldn’t help but laugh. The idea was stupid enough and his execution of it was absolutely absurd. “You know, Frenchie? You probably would’ve have better luck just telling her in the first place. Maybe she would’ve been interested, but now she probably just thinks you’re interested in anyone except her.” She didn’t mean to tear down her friend but he was going about this in the stupidest way possible. “My advice,” she continued, “for the love of god, talk to her. I don’t know what she feels about this, but if you keep it up any longer, you could lose her trust and friendship, and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Peggy collected her trash and stood to leave. “I leave you with that, but keep in mind, I still want everything to work out for you guys. See you, French Fry.” She gave him a hug and headed out to her next lecture.

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Burr was that last to see it, but boy was he the luckiest. Aaron was always a part of their friend group, but he also tended to go unnoticed outside of it. So, it was no shock at all when he went to the nearest coffee shop for the third time that week (He liked coffee. Sue him.) and went completely unnoticed by Lafayette, sitting two tables down. Aaron was fine with this, as he had a project due in a couple of days that he wanted to work on. He did however happen to be able to hear what was going on down by Lafayette with proved to be quite interesting in the long-run.

Burr noticed you come into the shop, skip the long line at the counter, and take a seat across from Lafayette. His super hearing kicked at that point because a.) he’s a little nosy and b.) you and Laf were speaking softer than usual.

“Hey,” you said, slipping of your jacket and running a hand through your hair. Lafayette returned the greeting and you began informing one another about the past few days. Burr was slightly confused as to why you hadn’t been with each other all that time as you two were practically inseparable. He tuned out the conversation until you said something that caught his ear. “So, um, how’s your girlfriend?” you asked. Aaron could hear something in your tone, that sounded almost pained as you asked that question.

Lafayette replied guiltily, “About that… I need to talk to you.” That sounded ominous, Burr thought. You had signified for him to continue, and Laf took a large breath before speaking at a speed that reminded Aaron of Alexander. “Y/N, she’s not real. She never was. It was something stupid I did because I suck at telling people how I feel and John told me that this one thing would work and it, how you say, backfired and I really don’t want to mess this up. I’m so sorry Y/N.” Burr thought that Lafayette’s speech sounded almost like a confession of love, except it was missing one thing: the actual confession.

“You…You made up a girlfriend to what? To get space from me? Laf, if you just said you wanted space I would have given you space. I know I can be a little too much at times but you didn’t need to make up some fake girlfriend to get away from me. We’re supposed to be best friends were supposed to be able to talk about this stuff,” you kept your voice steady until you got to “best friends” and Aaron winced at the break.

“No, wait, Y/N, that’s not what I meant!” Lafayette cried out,reaching across the table to grab your hand. You had pulled it away though when your fingers made contact.

“Then what did you mean, Lafayette?” you asked, “Because I’ve spent weeks trying to be happy about you being with some other girl, who apparently doesn’t even exist, and I just want to know if it’s worth even being upset over this because goddamn it Laf. I’ve been stuck on you since freshman year and I can’t just go my entire life pretending like I have a chance with you when I don’t. I’m sick of pretending. So tell me right here and now, what the hell is going on with us because we haven’t been the same us in weeks and I need to know where we stand.”

“Y/N, just let me finish, and I promise it’ll all make sense,” Lafayette pleaded, reaching from your hand again, and this time succeeding. “I told John that I liked this girl. She’s amazing and beautiful and smart and I thought she’d never go for a guy like me, so I asked for his help. He told me that I should just tell her, but I was too scared so he told me to try and make her jealous. Go on a few dates and see how she reacted. But the thing is, I’ve been in love with this girl for the longest time and,”

“Laf,” you choked out and Burr could hear that you were about to cry.

“Shh, let me finish. So I made up a girl that I was going on dates with, but the more fake dates I went on, the more she drifted away from me. I was in way too far over my head, as they say. I was convinced that somehow, my scheme would work. Then people started calling my bluff. Peggy, and John, and Hercules all told me how stupid I was being and that I needed to just tell her how I felt and so,”

“Laf, please stop,” you said. When Aaron looked up, you were crying. “I can’t listen to this. I told you–”

“Trust me, oui? I am almost done.” Laf responded as his grip around your hand visibly tightened. “So I tried my best to keep this girl in my life, but she was still distant, so I invited her out for coffee, I got her her favorite drink,” at that moment he pulled out a cup of your favorite coffee drink and handed it to you. “And I told her a long-winded story about me being an idiot in hopes that she’d see how much nonsense I would go through to be with her. And as I sat in front of her and handed her my heart on a plate… I-I just hope that she’ll take care of it. Because I love her more than anything else in the world and she’s the only person I trust with it.” Now that was a love confession.

“Sh-She’s me?” you asked, stunned.

“She’s always been you, mon amour,” Lafayette sighed and looked down at his hands.

“You’re a dork,” you stated matter of factly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“Pardon?” he said, his eyes shooting up to meet yours with fear shining in them.

“I love you too you stupid French Fry. Now shut up and kiss me before I start to cry again.” You stood and held your arms out to him, as he stood up and made his way around the table to you.

At that moment, Burr looked away because as happy as he was for you, watching you two make out in the middle of a coffee shop was not exactly his cup of tea. Or…er…coffee.

Exploring (Tom Holland Imagine)

Disclaimer: Okay so this is my first Tom imagine so please bear with me. I just really wanted to write about him.


Late night adventures in the city with Tom

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I put in my earphones as I get comfy in bed. As I am about to click play, I get a call from Tom.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, wanna do some exploring?”

I check the time. “Tom it’s almost 10. You really want to go out this late?”

“Yes, I’m bored and thought of going around the city with you. But I guess you’re not up for it so I’ll jus-”

“What did you have in mind?” I cut him off. I knew if I didn’t say yes then he’d guilt me into it.

“Well I figured we could just see what happens.”

“Okay but if we end up stranded somewhere, it’s your fault.”

He laughs. “Okay, I’ll be right over.”

I change out of my pj’s and into my favorite tee and a comfy pair of jeans. I slip some sneakers on as I hear a honk outside. I shiver a little from the cool breeze. Crap. I should’ve brought a sweater.

As I get into Tom’s car, he reaches over to the backseat then hands me his sweater. I smile. “Thanks.”

“I figured you’d forget something.”

“You know me so well.” I put it on and can’t help but smirk a little because it smells just like him.

“Ready to have the best night of your life?” he says with thrill in his eyes.

“Yes.”

He revs the engine and we speed off into the night. I roll down the window and feel the wind blow through my hair. I shout a bit then look over at him to see his reaction. He has a huge smile painted on his face.

He pulls over at a diner that’s open late. “We’ll start this adventure off with some food.”

“Good idea.”

We head inside and instead of sitting in the booth, he jumps and lands on it. His legs are strewn across one side so I have to sit on the other. I shake my head. What a show off.

A waitress comes over and hands us some menus. “Let me start you off with some drinks. What would you like?”

“One chocolate, one strawberry and one vanilla milkshake”, Tom says, not missing a beat.

She writes down the order and asks me next, “And for you?”

Before I could answer, Tom interrupts. “The three shakes will be fine.” I shoot him a look after the waitress leaves. “We can share, right? Plus we get to try all three flavors! It’s a win win. Unless you wanted something else..”

“That sounds more exciting than what I was going to get. We’ll stick with the shakes.”

I skim over the menu and feel like ordering one of everything. I look up and catch Tom staring at me. His eyes look away, pretending he wasn’t just watching me a moment ago.

“See anything you like?” I tease.

“Umm…” His cheeks begin to turn a light pink.

“I have no idea what to get. If I could, I’d get everything!”

He chuckles. “Probably not the best idea to go out to eat when you’re practically starving.”

“Definitely not.”

“Why don’t we get some burgers and fries?”

“That sounds good.”

The waitress comes back with our shakes. “Ready to order?” she asks then takes our orders and the menus.

“Which of the three do you think will be the best?” Tom asks.

“Vanilla.”

“You sure? Isn’t vanilla too plain?”

“Not to me. I find that it has a good balance, the perfect amount of sweetness.”

“I’ve never looked at it that way before.”

“You shouldn’t judge something based on the outside. You got to dig deep and maybe you’ll find something sweet inside.”

“Good point. So since vanilla is best, shall we save it for last?”

“Sure.” He hands me the strawberry and he takes the chocolate. We sip at the same time, taking a few seconds to rate the taste.

“Wow, that is really good!” I gush. “What about yours?”

“Not bad. Let’s switch.” He switches our glasses, takes a sip and nods his head. “That is delicious.”

“You were right about this one, it’s alright.”

We then move onto vanilla. Tom takes a straw from one of the other glasses, wipes it then dunks it into the glass. We sip at the same time and ‘mmm’ in unison. I try not to keep eye contact with him as we continue drinking the shake. 

The waitress comes back with our food, making the moment a bit more awkward. 

“I’m starving”, Tom says, breaking the silence.

“Me too.” As we enjoy our burgers and fries, an idea comes to mind. “Say, have you tried dipping your fries in a shake?”

“I haven’t.”

“You have been missing out my friend.” I place the vanilla shake in between us and dip a fry in. I take a bite and savor the taste. Tom does the same and his eyes go wide.

“Wow. That is amazing!” 

I laugh. “You’re welcome.”

Late night dinner fills with chitter chatter about anything and everything. After we finish, we decide to see the touristy sites. And boy, are they more beautiful at night! 

“Let’s pretend we’re visiting the city”, Tom says. I take some quick snaps of him and laugh at his idea. “Aww don’t tell me you took bad ones!” He runs over to me to look at my phone.

“You never take bad pictures. Your idea is what amused me.”

He grins at me. “We should try their Starbucks over here! See if they have any interesting drinks.” 

We head on over to the 24 hour Starbucks and find no line. “We should go here around this time to avoid the busyness”, I joke.

He laughs. “For sure. What would you like?”

“Just get me the usual.” As he places our orders, I take out my phone, open up my camera and capture this moment. I flip through the pictures I took as we wait for our drinks.

He goes up, grabs them and motions me to go outside. “Since there’s no one else in there, I thought we should enjoy our warm beverages in the park.”

We walk to the park which isn’t far. Tom sits down on the grass, placing his coffee beside him and lays down. I follow his lead. “Wow”, I say out loud as I take in the beautiful sight of the stars above us. 

“Incredible, right?”

“Absolutely.” I look over at him and just smile. “We should do this more often. Maybe, make it into some sort of tradition.”

His eyes meet mine. “Yeah, I’d like more nights like this. As long as it’s with you.”