You ran inside your old house, it felt strange to be home. But that’s where this place was… Home. Your place with John was never a home, it was just a motel; a room with four walls. That’s not what a home meant to you, it was a person more than a place. That person to you was your mom and you needed her now more than ever.
When you opened up the door you had expected her to be on the couch watching a movie or something. The TV was on, however she wasn’t there. Your mom would never have left the TV on and gone to bed, so where the hell was she? You shut the door behind you and checked in the living room once more.
Heading up the stairs you heard the noise of the TV from her room. Why would the upstairs and downstairs TV be on?
“Mom?” You called out, but there was no answer. “Mom, it’s me, Y/N… I’m sorry, things didn’t work out with John.”
You walked into her room and saw her foot hanging off the end of the bed. You figured she must have fallen asleep while watching TV. You smiled as you thought of her peacefully laying there and not having to worry about anything. You wanted to cover her with a blanket but as soon as you walked in, you saw something you weren’t prepared for.
Everything stopped for a moment, you couldn’t move or breathe. Not a single sound came from your mouth, you just stood there and stared at her lifeless body covered in blood. “No.” The short word just about escaped your lips. Your throat was dry and you still couldn’t move. You weren’t sure if it was fear or shock doing this to you but it was as if you had been frozen on the outside yet your mind was screaming on the inside.
Then the smell hit you. That smell your brothers and father had told you was an instant alert of demons. Sulphur.
“Fuck. No, fuck fuck fuck,” you finally screamed now that your body finally let you move. “Mom?” You sobbed as you moved forward and held her body close to you. You didn’t care that you were getting blood all over your clothes, all you were desperate for was to bring your mother back. “Please wake up!”
You laid her back down on the bed and looked down at her. She looked so… Peaceful. That’s not how someone should look when they’re dead, should they? Before you could even begin to think of a way to fix this somehow, a voice spoke.
You jumped and turned around to see a man in a black suit, an evil grin plastered on his face. “Hello, love,” he spoke in a British accent.
“What the hell are you doing here? Are you a demon?” You snapped as you stood away from your mom. “Did you do this to her? I swear I’ll-”
“Yes, I know. You swear you’ll kill me and bleed me out and blah blah blah blah,” he interrupted. “And I’m not just some demon, little Winchester. I am the king of hell.”
* * *
“Crowley. Welcome to your tape,” you revealed.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had no idea that Crowley was the demon that killed your mother. Now that Dean recalled it he realised that you never really gave details on who killed your mother. But why?
“Not only did you destroy my life by taking my mother away from me, but you also made sure I could never tell anyone it was you because you knew my secret. You held that secret over me to make sure that my family never came after you for hurting my mom… I kept you safe to keep myself safe,” you explained. Dean fidgeted in anger and anticipation. “But now I’m gone, I’m dead and I don’t have to keep my secret anymore… Now I can let it out on this tape that you are the one that murdered an innocent woman. But when people know your motive, well, that’s the real twist in this story.”
Dean had so many questions about this. He had mixed emotions: he was confused, angry and intrigued. Crowley being the one that murdered your mother wasn’t the twist of his story? What the hell could his motive have been? What could you or your mother had done to make him want to hurt you so badly? But if Dean needed answers, that’s what the tapes were for.
“So, Crowley,” you said in a sassy voice, a voice that Dean missed so much. “Let’s begin with my secret.”
* * *
“I know who you are, Y/N,” he smiled. “We just need to have a chat, my names Crowley.”
“I don’t fucking care who you are,” you spoke dangerously low through gritted teeth. Tears of anger and sadness slid down your cheek as you talked to him. “I wanna know what the hell you’re doing here, what happened to my mother?”
“All in good time, darling,” he smiled evilly. As much as you wanted to just jump forward and kill him, you needed answers. The fact that you had just lost your mom failed to sink in, the mixture of rage and sadness was more towards the fact that something bad happened and it was out of your control. Right now, talking to Crowley was the only way to take control of the situation.
“We shouldn’t talk here,” Crowley insisted. With a snap of his fingers you were gone from your mothers bedroom; you appeared in a humid room full of people with black eyes. Crowley simply raised his hand as a motion for them to leave and they did it right away, no questions asked.
So maybe this guy really was the King of Hell, he had such a power over everyone. He walked over to a large, black throne and took a seat where you stood a few feet away from him. It felt like he was your King and you were bowing down to him but there was no way you would ever bow down to this asshole.
“Why did you bring me here?” You demanded.
“We need to discuss things. There are reasons I killed your mother, and there are reasons you can never tell your brothers or your father. They would kill me,” he explained.
“That’s exactly what I want,” you spat through gritted teeth. “There’s nothing you can say that will stop me from telling my brothers that you are the one that killed my mom.”
Now, now,“ he spoke confidently. “There’s a little more to it than that, Y/N. I know things… Things you wouldn’t want your family to know about you.”
“And that is?” You questioned, you had no idea what it could have been but there were so many options. You had a lot of secrets and a lot of bad history. How would Crowley know about any of them?
“Do you remember-” he stood up from his throne, walked down the step and towards you, “-that night you were drunk, we spoke in the bar.”
Now you started to remember him. You were so drunk that night you didn’t even think about who you spoke to. He circled around you as he continued to explain the story. “Drunk girls really like to open up about their feelings, especially the feelings about their daddy’s that leave them.”
What the hell did you say about John? What was Crowley talking about?
“I remember you,” you said with a shaky voice. “But, I didn’t talk about John. You just helped me out of the bar and back to my motel room, then you left. That was it.”
“You really don’t remember, do you?” He asked with excitement in his voice.
You stayed still in your place as Crowley continued to walk around you in a circle, time and time again. “I do- I don’t- I don’t remember.”
“You really don’t remember the fact that you wanted to kill John Winchester?” He questioned and now it all hit you. You remembered the whole night. You remembered that you told Crowley about hunting, thankfully he already knew about it or you would have revealed it to someone who might then start telling everyone. You thought back to sitting in the bar and telling Crowley your whole life story; how you father left you; how your mother was all you had; the fact that you were bullied for questioning your sexuality all through school; the amount of times you had sex with countless people just because you wanted to feel something other that hurt. He knew everything.
* * *
“You knew everything about me, didn’t you? You made sure you did your research before hurting my family so that you could cover your back. When we met in that bar… I thought you were kind. I guess I always made judgements too quickly.”
Once again, Dean paused the tape. Instantly, Crowley was a dead man walking. There was no chance that Dean would let this dick get away with it. But then he remembered the message at the beginning of tape one, you said there is someone making sure they always listen to the whole thing. Maybe this person watching is also making sure Dean or whoever is listening can’t react by hurting the others.
Dean stepped out of his room. He left the tape in the player but put the rest back inside the box so he could find them easily for the time he listened to them.
John, Mary and Sam were all in the library and looking for a case. “Hey,” Sam said as he noticed Dean. “I think we found us a case.”
“It was Crowley?” Dean snapped, changing the subject of the conversation completely.
“You’re only on the second tape?” Mary demanded. “What’s taking you so long?”
“It’s hard to listen to,” Dean replied.
“I listened to it in one night the first time,” Mary revealed. The first time? She listened to it more than once?
“We need to have a life outside of these tapes, okay?” John intervened. “Look, Sam has found us a case and we haven’t been on a hunt in weeks. I say we go check it out.”
“Not all of us need to go,” Sam said as he held his laptop in his hands and looked at the case. “You two can just go, I can tell you’re eager for a hunt. I can find another one for me and Dean.”
“Sure, we’ll take this one,” Mary agreed. “I’ll go get some stuff for the road,” she told John before walking off.
Sam walked away with Mary and said it was to help her pack things but Dean was sure it was so they could talk about the tapes. He looked over at his dad who was slouched in the chair; he must have been drunk again.
“Why are you all so fine with these tapes?” Dean demanded. “Why have you all listened to them and never brought them up? Why aren’t they affecting you?!“
“Dean, they did affect us. And no one on these tapes could tell anyone anything, Y/N said it was part of her legacy to be the one to tell everyone how they ruined her life,” John explained as he stood from his chair. He pushed himself up by leaning his hands on the table. He was barely fit to drive, Dean had no idea how he was going to hunt.
“We’re family,” Dean snapped. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything!”
“We used to the first time around. But since your mother and I came back, things have been different.” John shook his head as he walked past Dean to go and find Mary.
Dean shouted before John could leave, “what about Sam?”
“He’s not even on the tapes!” John hissed. “He was the first one to listen to them and now he’s making sure all of us do too.”
Dean was taken aback by what John had revealed. Sam isn’t on the tapes. Sam is the one that you talked about on the tapes when you said the people listening are always being watched. But how did Sam know what to do? Did he know that you were going to kill yourself and not stop it?
Dean had too many questions running through his head. He wanted to ask John about it but if he tried to speak a jumble of words would just pour out like vomit. He waited to speak to Sam, he wanted answers right from the source rather that trying to get more out of John.
Once your dad and Mary had headed off for the hunt, the boys were left alone in the library which gave Dean the perfect opportunity to ask questions.
“Dad told me that you’re not even on the tapes,” Dean revealed.
Sam was shaken by what Dean said. He knew he would eventually find out, but never this early. He hated that he would have to explain this all. “I can explain.”
“Did you know?” Dean questioned which left Sam a little confused.
Sam stared at his brother with furrowed brows, “did I know what?”
Dean had to take a second to realise what he was accusing him of. Him and Sam had done some terrible things over the years, but suggesting that he knew you were going to kill yourself and letting it happen wasn’t something he would do. Never. His eyes darted to the floor, he was trying to think of what to say but it didn’t matter; Sam figured out what he was implying.
“No,” Sam shook his head. “No, you can’t accuse me of that, Dean. Of course I didn’t know she was going to kill herself, do you really think I wouldn’t have done everything I could go stop her?”
“I know,” Dean agreed. “But that doesn’t explain anything, Sammy. You’re not on the tapes, but you were the first person to listen to them.”
“Y/N left me the box with a note on the inside,” Sam began to explain.
* * *
The box was sealed and ready. You made sure Sam busy in the kitchen before hiding in the drawer in his room. He wouldn’t need to go in there until tomorrow when he changed his clothes which meant he wouldn’t find the tapes until you were already dead… He wouldn’t find them before it was too late.
It was hidden under a few of his shirts to be sure that if he did go in the drawer to put something away he wouldn’t be able to see it. When you left his room, you had a quick thought, something changed inside of you and you started to believe that maybe you could beat this.
You pushed past it. You couldn’t let that get in the way of everything.
* * *
“A few days after she… Took her life,” he stuttered as he looked down at his hands. He tapped them against the table nervously. “I found the tapes in my drawer. Inside was a note, she explained about the tapes and that I needed to listen to them and make sure everyone on the tapes heard them. She wanted me to make sure that no one could hurt each other until everyone on there had heard them. I have the note here if you wanna read it.”
Sam pulled out his wallet and dug out the note. He held it and looked at it for a few seconds before passing it to his brother.
Dean took the crumpled, folded piece of paper and held it in his hands. “I don’t know if I can. Not yet. Can I keep it for a while?”
“Sure,” Sam nodded. “As long as you need.”
“This note is instructions on what to do?” Dean asked.
“She said it’s her only legacy…” Sam replied. “She wanted me to pass it on for her.”
“Why are you?” Dean questioned. “Why not just kill everyone on the tapes?”
“Because there are people on there that I care about. And Y/N begged me to not do anything until everyone had heard the tapes… I owe it to her to make her mark,” Sam explained. He stopped tapping on the table and moved his hand to his mouth where he nervously bit his nails. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, he felt awkward and weird. He finally just folded his arms over his chest and stood still.
“People you care about are on there? What about Crowley?” Dean snapped.
“We can do something about Crowley when you finish the tapes. You’re the last one on there,” Sam told him.
“The last one? So everyone else on there has heard them?” Dean asked but he already knew the answer.
Sam nodded. He didn’t want to answer anymore questions because what you wanted was for people to know your story through the tapes.
“I just have one more question. Just one more,” Dean promised.
Sam looked up from the floor and back over at Dean; he noticed how serious his face was. Sam knew he wouldn’t be prepared for whatever question was going to follow, but he never knew those words would leave Dean’s mouth.
“Did I kill Y/N?” His hands shook as he asked the question. He knew he would have to listen to his tape, but he would have to wait through everyone else’s first.
“We all killed her,” Sam replied, avoiding the real answer.
“That’s not what I asked,” Dean spat. “Sammy,” he spoke in a sad voice, “after listening to these tapes, and knowing what you know now, answer me that. Did I kill our little sister?”
Sam paused as he stared at his older brother. Dean had never looked so broken or damaged. There was no point in lying because Sam was a terrible liar. Dean knew what the answer was.. But he just needed to hear it. “Sam..”
“Yes,” Sam finally said. “Yes… You did.”
Dean just nodded. He heard what he needed to hear, that one simple word summed it all up for him. He was at the end because he was the final reason.
“But Dean, it doesn’t mean you did it on purpose.” Sam tried to convince him that somehow this wasn’t his fault. “It was just what happened, there was nothing you did or could’ve done… It was just the final straw that drove her to the edge.”
“She’s dead because of me,” Dean concluded.
“Dean!” Sam shouted because his brother wasn’t listening to him. “I already told you. We all killed her.”
There was no reply. He just walked off and went back to his room to listen to the tapes. Dean knew it wasn’t just his fault, but the fact that he even had a part to play in this all was something he would never forgive himself for.
Back in his room, he picked up the tape player on his bed, put the headphones back on and played the tape again. It was like an endless cycle. He felt like all he was doing was listening, leaving his room, listening, leaving his room. Maybe after this tape he should go on a hunt… Even if it’s just a hunt for Crowley. Dean is the last guy on the tapes, Sam said so himself. So if Dean went after Crowley it wouldn’t stop your story from being passed on.
He held it in his hands and once again pressed play.
“So now you know, Crowley, that the people on these tapes will find out that I did want to kill my own father. Everyone knows my secret, now it’s time they knew yours. You do remember why you killed my mother, right?”
* * *
“Why did you do it?” You cried. “What did she do to you?”
“Your mother had a lot of secrets,” Crowley revealed as he stood still in front of you. “There were a lot of things about her that you didn’t know, love. It’s even one of the reasons she wanted you to go live with daddy.”
“No,” you shook your head. “She sent me to live with him because she wanted me to know my father. She always said that a girl should think well of her father.”
“Not that you ever did, considering you wanted to kill him,“ he replied sarcastically.
“You’re still not answering my question,” you hissed. “What the hell could my mother have done to make you do this?”
“Your mother,” he said with power in his voice, “was a hunter.”
“What?” You demanded. “No! She had no idea about hunting, she would never have sent me to live with John if-”
“She sent you to live with John because she wanted you to have knowledge of the life,” Crowley interrupted. “And the reason she couldn’t be the one to teach you was because she was going to do the trials.”
“The trials? You mean like- like the ones that Sam-” you stuttered. “Like when Sam was going to close the gates of hell?”
“Exactly,” he nodded before walking back to his throne and sitting down. “She was going to destroy this place, I couldn’t let my kingdom go down.”
“It wouldn’t go down it would just be closed meaning demons can’t get out! You hate earth anyway, why would you want to stay? You had no good reason to kill her!” You screamed as you stepped closer to to him. You swore that for a minute you put the fear of God in him. “You fucking asshole!”
“I did what I had to do!“ He shouted back. “Your mother became a hunter when John left you because she wanted to protect you from demons.”
“Exactly, she wanted to protect me!” You screeched through tears of anger. “She was a kind woman who wanted to help the world and you killed her so you could feel powerful… You did it so that everyone in hell didn’t know that you are weak, Crowley.”
He knew that everything you were saying was true, but he couldn’t put up with it. Not if he wanted to keep up his image as this big, scary King that ruled hell. He pushed his hand out and as if by magic you flew back into one of the pillars. When you stood up he was standing directly in front of you with a knife pressed against your face. It dug into your skin and cut along your cheek, causing you to whimper.
“If you speak a word of this to any of the Winchesters, and I mean any of them, I will feed them to my hell hounds and make sure you’re the last one and that you suffer. And even before that your secret will get out and they may even try to kill you themselves. It’s not like you ever fit in with them anyway,” he growled. “Do not try me, Y/N. I’ve already killed someone you love, you weren’t there to stop it. Don’t let it happen again.”
Crowley snapped his fingers and you were back in your mothers bedroom. The warm blood was dripping from your cheek and onto the floor. Your moms body was gone, the only thing to show that she was once there was the pool of blood on her sheet. He must have taken her to hell when he sent you back home.
Now you just felt numb. Nothing could happen to change your mood right now. Someone could literally come running at you with a knife and you would just let them. You didn’t care at all because at least you would be feeling something.
The only thing you had left now was going back to live with John. You didn’t want to; the only plus side was that you would get to live with your brothers again. You didn’t really know what to feel about Mary yet, you hadn’t known her long enough but you had a strong feeling that she didn’t like you.
You rummaged through your backpack and found your phone. You called the only person you thought you could trust right now. Sam.
You clicked on his name and waited. After three rings, he finally picked up. “Hey, Y/N. Look, I’m sorry about what dad did to you, I know that he regrets-”
“Sam,” you spoke. Your voice was at a low tone, the kind that if someone spoke in that way anyone would know something was up. “Sa- Sammy.”
“It’s my mom,” you sobbed. “She’s, she’s dead.”
“Y/N, where are you? Stay right where you are I’m coming to get you. Dean!” He shouted to his brother. You heard a door open, Sam must have stepped outside when you called. “Get the keys we need to go get Y/N.”
“Sam,” you cried. “I- I don’t know what happened. It smells like sulphur so it must have been a demon… But I don’t know who.”
“Did you see the demon?” Sam asked as you heard the Impala door shut and the engine roar. They were on their way. “What did it look like?”
“I don’t remember… It cut across my cheek with a knife but everything just happened too quickly,” you lied. “I just, I need you to come here and get me.”
Sam stayed on the phone to you until they arrived. Once they were there they broke the door down and ran upstairs to find you in your mothers room. “The demon took her,” you told them as they came in.
Dean held Ruby’s knife in his hand firmly as he moved around her room to see if anyone was still there. He then walked out of the bedroom and went to look around the rest of the house. You weren’t paying attention to what Sam was doing until you felt his body weigh down the bed next to you.
You both sat next to each other on your moms bed in silence. Anything he said wouldn’t have been enough, so he wrapped his arms around you from the side and held you close. That’s all he could do and the comfort was what you needed. Sam and Dean were the only people left that you considered as family.
It felt like all you could do was cry in the arms of you big brother and hope that his comfort would be enough to not only help you through losing your mother, but help you forget that you have to lie for the man that murdered her.
“This is all my fault,” you whispered.
“No, Y/N don’t say that,” Sam replied as he kept his arms around you. “This isn’t your fault. I promise you are going to get through this. We love you.”
You simply shook your head. “I don’t deserve to be loved.”
* * *
“You ruined my life Crowley,” you concluded. “Have you ever heard that saying, ‘keep your mouth shut and your eyes open’? Well, that’s what I did all those years. I thought my brothers would figure it out, because sometimes silence speaks more than words. But they never did… So now that I’m dead I don’t have to keep my mouth shut. And my eyes may not be open anymore but I’m glad that I can open everyone else’s to what you really are. I can open yours to what you really are. A monster and a coward.”
And that was it. That was the end of tape two. Dean knew what Crowley had done to hurt you and he had never been more angry. Rage took over his body as he thought about that accent in a black suit destroying your life and forcing you to lie to your family. Crowley didn’t just break your family, he broke your trust which meant you never felt safe with trusting someone ever again.
Those were issues that followed you until the day you died. You were hurt and alone and that was all the fault of Crowley. The worst thing Dean realised was that there were 11 tapes left of awful things that people had done to you.
He would have to sit through even more of these and know that people had hurt you and he didn’t do anything to stop it. He would have to listen to everyone else’s tapes.
But worst of all, at the end of it… He would have to listen to his.
Summary: You go to the dance with Archie, only to see Jughead there. You get into an argument with him after kissing Archie to make him jealous.
You sat on your bed, replaying what had happened over the summer in your head. It always ended the same. Jughead had broken your heart and you hated him for it. Except you couldn’t hate him.
Whatever, you thought, as you slipped on a pair of heels to match your new dress. Your makeup and hair was perfect and you knew you’d be turning some heads tonight. You couldn’t wait to show off that you were there with Archie. Then you’d finally forget about that jerk Jughead.
Your mom dropped you off outside of the school where Archie stood waiting for you. As soon as you stepped out of the car, you could see his eyes light up. “Wow, [Y/N], you look amazing.”
You blushed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Thanks, Archie. Let’s go inside.” You grabbed his hand, hoping for sparks, but all you felt was the heat of his hand. You sighed in your head. He was nice, but Archie couldn’t replace the one you truly liked.
“Uh, I got this for you.” He stammered before you could drag him inside. He opened a plastic box to reveal a corsage that matched the color of your dress.
“Aw, Archie. That’s so sweet. Put it on me.” You stuck your hand out. Even though you didn’t get the same feeling with Archie as you did with Jughead, you were still excited to be spending the night with Archie. He seemed like a great guy.
Archie clumsily tied the flowers around your wrist, before grabbing your hand to lead you inside. Is he really this nervous? you thought. He was hoping that you would be convincing enough to get Betty and Veronica off his back.
The gym was dark, and decorated with bright lights and streamers. Everyone was dancing and talking and seemed to be having a good time.
“Come on, I want you to meet my friend Veronica.” Archie said excitedly dragging you towards Betty and another girl. That must be who the other girl is. “Hey Veronica, this is [Y/N].”
“Nice to meet you!” said the dark haired girl. She was very pretty and you wondered why Archie was so nervous around you if he had friends as beautiful as Betty and Veronica.
“Hey [Y/N], it’s great that you’re back in town!” Betty said as she rocked to the beat of the song playing. “Can’t wait for us to hang out soon!”
“Yeah, that would be great!” You were really excited that you were making friends.
Before the conversation could go on for too long, a slow song came on and Veronica shooed you and Archie away to go slow dance.
Archie led you into a group of slow dancing couples and wrapped his arms around your waist. You placed your arms around his neck and swayed to the music. You were only dancing for a second when something caught your eye.
A boy in a dark suit, leaning against folded up bleachers was staring you down. Jughead. He was angry. You glanced at him, making eye contact before you looked back at Archie and smiled. Archie smiled back, genuinely glad you were having a good time.
The song playing was pretty romantic and you didn’t think before you did it. As the song ended, you leaned in and kissed Archie. It caught him off guard, but he kissed you back. As you pulled away from him, you saw Jughead storming out of the gym. Crap. That was not the right thing to do.
“Archie, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You sighed as you pulled away from him and headed to the gym doors. Archie seemed puzzled that you waited until that moment to go, but went to rejoin Betty and Veronica.
As you entered the empty hall, you saw Jughead racing towards the front doors of the building.
“Jughead, wait!” You called after him.
He turned, and you could see the pain in his eyes. When he realized it was you, his face hardened and grew angry. “What the hell, [Y/N]?” He demanded, walking towards you. “Why did you do that?”
He stopped a few feet away from you. “The song was really romantic…” you tried to play it off. “What are you even doing here, Jughead? You don’t even like school dances.” You were growing angry. What right did he have to be angry at you for moving on?
“I came because I wanted to make sure you weren’t just playing Archie. And it looks like you were.” He said, crossing his arms and glaring at you.
“You don’t know that. I actually like Archie.” It was only a half lie. You did like Archie, just not the way you were letting on.
“[Y/N], stop it! We both know what this is really about.”
“Not everything’s about you, Jughead. You’re not the only thing that’s happened in my life, you know.”
“No, only the things that you make about me are about me. I know you only did this to try to make me jealous. And you’re hurting Archie in the process.” He knew that wasn’t entirely true, since Archie only asked you out to cover his back, but he knew his words would sting you.
“Oh, now you choose to care? You were pretty upset with Archie over the summer and now you magically care about him again now that I’m involved?”
Jughead sighed. “I never stopped caring about Archie. He’s always been my best friend.”
“But you don’t really care about me?” You were starting to get upset and could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You turned to go as the gym doors flew open and Archie came through them.
“What’s going on?” Archie raced to you and hugged you after seeing your tears. “Jughead what are you doing?” He sounded angry.
Late one night, in the middle of July, you were laying in bed when you got a text from Jughead. “Meet me outside. And bring a swim suit” it read. A swim suit? What was this boy doing now? You glanced out the window to see him waving at you from the ground. You knew you shouldn’t have told him your parents were out of town for the weekend.
You grabbed your favorite swim suit and a towel before heading downstairs and meeting Jughead outside. “Why am I bringing a swim suit?” You asked, slightly annoyed and slightly amused by this random, late night message.
“We’re going swimming at the lake.” He stated matter of factly. Swimming? This late at night?
You raised an eyebrow at him, no longer amused. You liked having fun but this seemed a bit too wild. “Oh come on, don’t you trust me?” Jughead asked, reaching out to grab your hand. The warmth of his hand the smile on his face convinced you to give this craziness a shot.
You sighed. “Yeah, ok. Fine. But you need to let me change here. I’m not changing in front of you at the lake.”
Jughead turned slightly red, and ran a hand through the hair on the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah that’s a good idea. I didn’t think of that.”
You weren’t sure if he lying or not, but you laughed at his embarrassment. You went inside your house to change and came out with a shirt and shorts over your swim suit. “Let’s go.”
He grabbed your hand again and didn’t let go until you’d walked to a pier by and old house. Something about this house didn’t seem right, thought.
“Does someone live here, JJ?” you glanced at the old building. You definitely did not want to be trespassing.
“No, this house has been abandoned for years. I come here sometimes to relax.” He said as he took off his beanie.
“I never took you for the swimming type.” You teased, trying not to look like you were staring as he took off his shirt.
He shrugged, now in nothing but his swim trunks. “Everyone’s got their own ways of de-stressing. I love writing, but it can be stressful from time to time.” He looked at you. “Are you gonna come swimming or what?”
You suddenly felt self conscious of him watch you take your clothes off. “Yeah, just turn around so I can undress.” He turned red again, but quickly turned around.
“Okay, I’m ready.” You said. He turned back to you, and grabbed your hand before pulling you up on the pier and to the edge of the water. You stopped there, not sure of what he was expecting you to do.
“Are we just gonna… jump in?” You questioned.
He answered by grabbing your arm and jumping in, pulling you into the water with him. You came up laughing, and playfully hit him. “Jughead what are you doing? Don’t do that!” You swam closer to the shore where you could stand and Jughead followed.
“Would you rather I do this?” He asked, his voice low, as he slowly walked closer to you. He reached his hands into your hair and pulled your head closer to his, locking his lips onto yours. The kiss took you a bit by surprise, but you definitely weren’t going to break it. When he finally pulled back, he stared into your eyes and you smiled at him.
“Bet I can beat you to the end of the pier!” You called, taking advantage of the moment. You tried your best to run away through the waist high water, as he ran after you. He caught up to you and pushed you behind him, laughing and launching himself into first place. Giggling, you jumped up and climbed onto the pier from the water, as he walked onto the shore. You were ahead again, but Jughead wasn’t far behind. You stopped when you reached the end of the pier. He wasn’t expecting you to stop and fell straight into the water below. As he came up for air, he saw you laughing loudly at how you had tricked him.
“You tricked me!” He yelled, laughing. He splashed some water up at you, causing you to scream.
You continued to laugh as you jumped into the water next to him. He leaned in for another kiss as a light caught your eye. A light had flickered on inside the old house. Oh no, someone must be there!
Jughead saw it, too and looked back at you, surprised. You both instantly rushed for shore. A figure began to emerge from a door in the house as you both reached shore and threw on your shoes. There was no time for your clothes, the stranger could keep them. You had to get out of there.
You managed to scoop up Jughead’s signature beanie before running off into the surrounding woods.
You followed Jughead until you’d returned to a neighborhood a few streets over from yours. You both stopped to catch your breath.
“[Y/N], I’m so sorry. Nothing like that has ever happened when I’ve been there.” Jughead felt bad about pushing you into that situation, but he had no clue somebody would be in that house.
After you took a second to catch your breath, you looked over at Jughead and burst out laughing. “JJ, that was the most dangerously fun thing I’ve ever done!”
He smirked at you and started laughing, too. “I guess it is pretty funny.”
“You should have seen your face when that person came out of the house.” You continued to roar with laughter.
After what felt like an eternity of laughter, the two of you began to walk back towards your street. You suddenly remember what you were carrying. “Oh, I grabbed this for you, JJ,” you said, holding up his beanie. “You’re not really you without it.” You placed it on top of his head. It didn’t sit right on his wet hair, but neither of you really cared. Jughead smiled at you before leaning in for another kiss.
Jughead glanced at you in Archie’s arm before turning towards the exit. “I was just leaving.”
In a time gone ,in a time of state of dreams ,when i was a little girl trapped and encloused in a world of the elders ,in a world of responsabilities and chalenges but kept wondering if it worth a while of escaping to the world of possibilities outside …from my shattered window, i could picked all the falls,all the springs but never all the summers….the colors, were always dark,grey ,brown and even so appealing to me ….i kept wondering if i could pick one by one and glue them into my childish heart…my mind wanted more ,my mind and thoughts desired the unexpected and yet that old house was keeping me from warm,keeping me like an hidden treasure ,keeping me from the outside ,from a cruel and ugly world….nevertheless ,my eyes were beyond and in that precise moment my sadness gave me a chance to crack the window and try something else ….
Summary: Reader is close to Danny, nearly a sister, and she drops by on vacation.
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader
Warning: Makes jokes dealing with reader being a sex therapst, mild threats, McDanno banter
*I don’t own Hawaii Five-O characters, obviously. And credit to the people who created the gifs - aka not me. Oh, and my stories are one-shots until requested differently
Danny’s phone rang, he looked up to
Steve, who was driving, and tried to decide whether he should answer it in
front of him or not, “Hey Doll, why are you calling so early, your flight isn’t
supposed to arrive until tonight.”
He glanced up to the very curious
Steve McGarrett, who was trying to figure out who his partner was talking to.
Steve didn’t know someone was flying in to see Danno, “Who’s on the phone?”
Danny continued to talk to you and ignore his partner, “Hey, who you talking
Slapping his hand away, “Can’t you
see I’m on the phone. You see this object I am talking into – it works like one
of those tin cans you use to talk into, you know to another person,” he pointed
to the phone, “I’m talking to someone, you animal.”
“Alright, alright,” he put his
hands up defensively.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,
just hold tight,” Danny said to you over the phone. He hung up looking over to
an innocent, but nosey Steve, “Can you please start making your way to the
“The airport, are we expecting
company,” Steve asked, acting clueless.
Shaking his head, passively
laughing, “We? We aren’t expecting anything. I have family flying in from
Jersey. They found an earlier flight out of the blue and they just landed. I
don’t have time to drop you off and drive my car to get her – so here we are,”
Danny explained, emphasizing on the my car part.
“Her, family – Daniel,” Steve
looked over to his partner, prying some more, “Why would you not tell us, your
family in Hawaii, that you had another family coming in.”
Frustrated, “She was my brother’s
best friend from home, okay,” he yelled, “She’s like my little sister and it’s
been hard on her recently with missing Matty. So she is coming to stay awhile.”
They arrived at the airport, “Why
haven’t you ever mentioned her,” Steve ask, “This Y/N?”
“Grace has,” he said, looking
around the crowd, “Remember that story about the aquarium and the boy picking
“She’s the fish tank girl,” he
“Yeah,” he grumbled, “Y/N is the
fish tank girl.”
You were walking around aimlessly,
trying to catch sight of that helmet of blonde hair, “Danny,” you screamed over
the crowd, dropping your suitcase, and pulling him into the tightest hug, “It’s
so good to see you.” Steve eyed you up, instantly intrigued by your high
waisted jean shorts and belly shirt. Pulling away, you look at the man watching
the both of you, “Tall, dark, bruiting, troublemaker spirit, and a smirk – you
must be Steve, I’m Y/N.”
“Fish tank girl,” Danny pointed to
Shrugging at the memory, “Not my
finest moment,” you said, half laughing.
Steve grinned at you, gripping your
hand tightly to shake, “Nice to meet you. I hope you don’t believe a thing that
comes out of this man’s mouth.”
“Daniel,” you point to him, who was
pulling your suitcase along with him to the walk to the car, “Never, Jersey
people, we like to embellish with dramatics.”
“Aye,” he pushed you gently,
“You’re lucky you’re grown up or I’d be shoving you in a closet.”
Steve opened the door for you
letting you climb in the back. Danny shoved Steve and started to banter about
Steve’s unnecessary flirting with his practically little sister. Danny put your
luggage away, “So Y/N, what do you do in Jersey?
“Oh, I’m a sex therapist mostly,”
you shot out, looking at the environment around you.
Steve was trying to get some water,
nearly spitting it out in Danny’s car. “Y/N,” Danny yelled, “That’s not true,
Steve – she is a professor.”
Steve coughed, “Sex therapist – what does that
entail,” staring straight at Danny, smirking. Out of your line of sight, Danny
motioned for Steve not to start, glaring at him.
“Oh you know,” I said watching the
beauty of island past by the window, sneaking a peak at Steve, “I deal with
people who have issues with intimacy, fetishes, dysfunctions – the usually,
maybe even a tip or two.”
Nodding his head, he looked at you
through his mirror, “So you’re an expert.”
“Seven years of education would say
yes, I am an expert,” I smile, I knew what he was doing.
“Stop it,” Danny pinched Steve, “Y/N
here has a Ph.D. in personality psychology and we are very proud of her.”
“Thank you Danno.”
Eventually you ended up and Danny’s
house, Steve grabbing your bag from the back. You walked into the front yard,
you couldn’t get over the beauty of this place, “Steve, if you try to hit on
her one more time, I’ll break your Navy Seal face.”
“Commander,” you called to him, “You’re
considered a local right,” you ask.
He nodded, watching you curiously, “Yeah,
grew up here.”
“Want to show me around,” Danny
looked between the both of you shocked, “In exchange, maybe I’ll give you some
tips,” you grin, watching Danny’s expression.
Steve didn’t know what to say, “I
don’t think I need any tips in that department, but I’m happy to show you all
around the island. Hope you packed a bikini,” he caught what you were doing.
“Hey,” he yelled, “I’m standing
right here. You don’t need this animal to see the island, that’s why you have
big brother Danny,” he continued to increase his volume, “Plus, you’ll most
likely get shot at and I don’t need that. Now get your purse and walk inside
“Same old Danno,” you grin, picking
up your bag and walking inside the house, “Bye Commander,” you wink at him.
Steve walked next to Danny, “I like
“I’m going to punch you in the
mouth,” he said to his partner, “She is only saying those things to get a rise
out of me.”
“And yet it is working,” he made
fun of his partner.
Stabbing Steve with his finger, “Don’t
even breathe in her direction, she is off limits you, Neanderthal.”
“I’m ready for the beach,” you skip
out in a bikini and sunglasses. You missed playing games on Danny like this, it
felt right. And you missed it more than anything - so you couldn’t stop, even
if you were pushing Danny’s limits.
Danny looked at you in awe, Steve
check you out, nodding his head in approval, “You know, I have the best beach
at my house. Danno,” he touched his partner’s shoulder, “Grab some swim trunks,
we’ll barbeque there. I’ll call Chin, Kono, and Grover – it’ll be a family
“No,” Danny yelled, “No – put a
“Too late,” Steve answered looking
at his phone, “Everyone’s headed over to my place – they can’t wait to meet
your Sex Therapist sister,” he grinned, motioning you to his car, “Come on
beautiful, your chariot awaits, welcome to paradise.”
Meeting his eyes as you make your
way into the car, enjoying Danny’s anger, “I’m glad to see chivalry isn’t dead,
thank you sir,” you turn around and wink at Danny, who you had to have steam
coming out of his ears. This was going to be an exceedingly fun vacation and
Steve McGarrett was the key.
Prompt: Set in OotP, the reader is currently staying with the rest of the group at Grimmauld Place. Remus continues to struggle with his werewolf condition, even if Sirius was there to support him. You decide to take your gander at helping the poor man.
Warnings: Mentions of scars, and overall sadness from our poor wolf boy Remus.
A/N: I know it’s been a while, but I hope this one is good for you guys! I slightly altered the original prompt to make it more fitting/canon.
He was already fidgety the night before the full moon. During dinner, you couldn’t help but notice that Remus was quiet with his head down, barely even touching his food. You couldn’t help but internally sigh. He deserved so much more than this. Suffering every single month for something he had no control over.
Despite the noisy table filled with Order Members, Harry, his friends, and everyone else who could fit in the place, all you could focus on was him. Everything else just sounded like muffled chatter.
“If you’re not going to eat the soup I’ll take it,” you attempt a joke. “Molly swatted me out of the kitchen last time I tried to get seconds. Said she couldn’t keep up with everyone wanting seconds.”
“How long have they been like this?” Remus asked concerned from the doorway of the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. This particular summer had everyone on edge. With the death of Cedric Diggory still preying on their minds and the return of the dark lord, discredited by a rag of a newspaper, being locked up inside the old decaying house probably wasn’t the best course of action. Especially when two of those people were a set of twins with a penchant for mischief not unlike their own when The Marauders were young and whole.
“I’m not really sure.” Hermione replied wringing her hands. “I peaked into the kitchen looking for Mrs. Weasley and found them like this. I think they put up a silencing charm.” She explained.
“Looks like a potion gone wrong.” Sirius muttered stepping into the room.
Remus hummed his agreement the state of the kitchen all the proof he needed to know they’d most likely been working on a new prank. “Judging by their conversation the effects seem to be amnesiac in quality.”
“Can we do anything for them?” Hermione asked.
“I’m not sure.” Remus replied.
Sirius sighed. “We’re going to have to call Snivellus aren’t we?”
‘It would appear so.” Remus responding, watching the little witch as she walked further into the kitchen. Her movements caught Fred and George’s attention and they turned to look at her.
“Are either of you injured?” she asked carefully. They both shook their heads still staring up at her in what Remus could only describe as wonder.
“You’re very pretty.” Fred said.
“So pretty.” George added.
“One, two, three.” Sirius counted down under his breath. At the end of the countdown the twins turned on each other, one tackling the other to the ground and soon they were throwing punches yelling at each other.
“I saw her first face stealer!”
“No you didn’t I did, ugly!”
“We have the same face!”
“Even having lost their memory they end up in the same argument.” Remus chuckled.
“I guess they didn’t heed our advice on the triad thing.” Sirius replied watching amused as a red faced Hermione tried to break up the dueling amnesiacs.
Request: Can you do some cute ass Sammy fluff? His girlfriend takes him to meet her family where he meets her puppy too? And this little fur ball just falls in love with Sam because he got a. “I protect and love your mommy.” Vibe from him. So seeing how well Sam and the pupper get along and realizing she doesn’t want to be without her dog reader convinces Dean to let her take him home with them.
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“I’m really nervous right now.” You said, biting your lip as
you bounced your leg.
“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Parents love me.” Sam
grinned from the front seat. He was driving the Impala because Dean allowed you
and him to go away for the weekend.
“No, I love you. My parents are a different story. Not
saying they’re mean or strict but they might welcome you in a bit too much.
They might overdo it. My siblings aren’t that far behind. My mom over thinks
everything. When she found out I was dating you, she wanted to throw me a
party. My dad may act tough in front of you but don’t let him steer you. He’s
harmless.” You blabbed on. When you were nervous, you rambled on until someone
“My brother may want to beat your ass because he got this older
brother protective vibe going on but he’s all talk and no bite. Well, he did
beat up my ex boyfriends way before I met you but you’re so big and tall and
muscular, he got nothing on you. My sister, though, is a little shit and will
try and get with you. She’s just that way. But she’s a teenager and she thinks
she can get any guy she wants. Just stay away from her. Maybe this was a bad
idea. Maybe we should turn around.”
You were cut off by Sam’s lips on yours and you immediately
relaxed, kissing him back. You pulled away, remembering that he was driving but
frowned when you didn’t see the road but your parent’s house instead. Damn, how
long were you rambling?
You pressed your lips back to his and he cupped your cheek
with one large ass hand, pulling you closer to him. With his lips on yours, you
forgot why you were here in the first place. But damn, what you would give to
get hot car sex.
You pulled away, tugging his bottom lip as you went. He
released a low growl and looked at you.
“We can definitely continue that later. But right now, keep
it in your pants, Winchester.” You grinned and got out of the car, taking a
deep breath. Sam followed you to your front door and you pushed it open
“Oh, I forgot to mention…” You didn’t get to say anything
else when your golden retriever puppy came running at you and Sam. He passed by
you and ran straight to Sam, jumping into his arms. Your puppy wasn’t small by
any means but he wasn’t an adult yet.
Sam laughed as he caught to dog, petting his soft fur. Your
puppy licked his face all over and Sam laughed more, getting deep dimples.
“Sam, meet Sammy. He reminded me of you thus that is how he
got his name.” You laughed, introducing them.
“Hi Sammy.” Sam said with a smile. Sammy barked and
struggled to get down. Sam let him down and Sammy ran around him, sniffing him
and wagging his tail. He barked happily and went to you. You picked him up and
he licked your face.
“He’s my baby. I hate that I’m away from him.” You smiled
and kissed his nose before walking inside the house.
“How old is he?” Sam asked, shutting the door behind him.
“Almost 2 years old. I know, he’s so big already but I love
him. Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You called out for your family.
Edmund Kemper was a shy, solitary child, and despite his huge size (he would eventually reach 6 ft 8 in height and nearly 300 pounds in weight) little Ed hated fighting and would run away whenever challenged.
His mother, Clarnell, feared Edmund was a homosexual, and so to toughen him up she would pick fights and destroy his belongings in a fit of anger. Once, as punishment for a slight, Clarnell called eight year old Edmund inside the house and demanded he kill his pet chicken and eat it. He did so, and spent the rest of the evening riding his bike through the streets, crying.
Senior prom night was what you were looking forward to the most in your high school years. The one night where everyone changed out of the uncomfortable, ugly school uniform and into flowing dresses and tight dress shirts. You and you best friend have planned for this night for a good part of three months and today was the day where it was all coming together. You sat in from of your best friend with your eyes closed as she added colour to your eyelids. She rambled on about how excited she is about going to this special event with her date, Jimin. You had a date too, but it wasn’t the person you wished it was. Of course you considered Jinyoung to be an amazing guy, but he sometimes came off as a bit of a fuckboy. You wished it was someone else. As you and your best friend finished getting ready, you couldn’t help but feel a tad but of sadness building up inside of your body as you thought about the future events of tonight and that your date wasn’t him.
Your mother squealed and grinned when you and your best friend appeared downstairs in the living room, all glamoured up for the night. You wore a nude pink chiffon dress with a short front and long flowing back with tall stilettos, your hair in a low updo slightly messy yet neat. Your best friend wore a long navy dress with chiffon sleeves and tall stilettos. Your mother couldn’t contain her happiness and told your brother to take photos of you and your best friend. Memories, right?
After the whole ordeal with your mother telling you how to pose and to smile wider, you and your best friend exited the house and sat inside your father’s car as he drove you to the venue. Stepping out of the vehicle, your best friend squealed when she saw Jimin leaning against the hood of his car waiting for her. You looked around and saw Jinyoung lingering around the entrance of the venue, knowing that your best friend was now all over her date, you walked up to your date after bidding your father goodbye. You stood in front of Jinyoung and waited for him to notice you, when he did you smiled softly which he reciprocated and extended his hooked arm out to you and you threaded yours through and the pair of you walked inside the venue. Music was softly playing and the ballroom was slowly starting to full up with people. You and Jinyoung sat at a table with a few of his friends and for an unknown reason you couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward and uncomfortable.
When the event had officially started and people were dancing or chatting and Jinyoung was nowhere to be found, you just sat at the table and admired your best friend slow dancing with Jimin. Her hands were resting gently on Jimin’s shoulders and his hands framed her waist, their foreheads met at one point and they were looking deep into each others eyes. In that moment you knew he was good for your best friend and the thought brought a smile to your face. Feeling hot and bothered in the ballroom, you stood up and made a beeline for the bathrooms. What you saw when you got to your destination wasn’t something you were hoping to see on the best night of your life: Jinyoung was pinning a girl to the wall as he kissed across her jaw and down her neck, soft pants and gasps escaping her lips. Tears started to brim in your eyes; he had ruined your night. Knowing that the party wasn’t even at its midpoint, you felt the sudden urge to go home. The girl noticed your tears and pushed Jinyoung away from herself and he turned to look at you. You scowled at him and turned, wiping gently at your eyes as you didn’t want to ruin your makeup and started to walk out. Stepping back into the hot ballroom, you noticed a certain someone within the crowd: pale skin and blond hair peaking out from under a wide brim hat. You always knew Namjoon had his own style so seeing that he turned up to prom with a sleek black suit and the addition of black framed glasses and a wide brim hat didn’t surprise you. His eyes met yours from a distance and you felt the tears spring to your eyes again. He was the one you wished to be at your senior prom with not Jinyoung, especially now after encountering the bathroom incident. You gulped and walked back to the table you were sat at to grab your bag. You looked around for your best friend but she was nowhere to be seen so you simply exited the ballroom. You pulled out your phone from your bag, ready to text your father or brother to pick you up, but before you could unlock the device, two strong arms grabbed at your waist. Hastily, you turned around only to be met with the blond locks and wide brim hat. In that moment you knew how much you missed this man. Namjoon was your ex-boyfriend, but you never stopped loving him even now. You stared at him speechless, brain fuzzy and confused as to why he was here and not inside having fun.
“N-Namjoon?” You asked, tears sitting on your waterline ready to fall down. He smiled meekly when his name escaped your mouth.
“That’s me, Y/N,” His hand reached up to wipe at the stray tear that jumped from your waterline. His palm cupped your cheek and he brought your chin up to look at him. He hadn’t changed much and still looked like the softy that you always knew him as. “Let’s go for a short walk, huh?” Namjoon suggested and you thought about the offer for a second before nodding in agreement. He extended a hooked arm and you linked your arm with his hesitantly. The pair of you began walking towards the nearby garden and finally you situated yourself on a bench in the gazebo. Namjoon asked you why you were out and not having fun and you explained to him your encounter with Jinyoung and his girl and reiterated the same question to him, “I can’t bare seeing you cry,” he replied.
“You should go back now, Namjoon. I’ll call my brother to pick me up. Thank you for coming out here even though you didn’t have to. It was lovely seeing you again,” Your voice was filled with sadness because in reality you didn’t want him to leave. You stared at your lap, fidgeting with your false nails expecting Namjoon to leave, but when you didn’t hear anything shuffling or movement you turned your head to look at him. Namjoon had then stood and you looked back at your lap. Then a hand was stuck in front of your face and you looked up again. He was stood in front of you with an extended hand. You took that as a hint and placed your hand in his, standing up. “Dance with me,” He said and you giggled, telling him there was no music to which he shrugged and placed his hands gently on your hips. Your hands found their way to his shoulders and the pair of you swayed from side to side. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your head fell to rest on his shoulder as silent tears fell from your eyes.
“You know, Namjoon, I’m so sorry for everything that happened between us. I really wasn’t in the right mindset when we broke up and I regret everything. I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I know that- that your dream is to become an idol and I’m so sorry that I stopped you from persuing your dream when you had the chance. I was being selfish and I regret it so much. I ruined everything for you,” You pulled away from him and turned to stare out far into the garden and at the clear night sky glittering with stars. “I still love you, Joonie. I never stopped and probably never will. I understand that you’ve moved on from me, but please know that you’ll forever have a place in my heart.” Namjoon stepped closer to you again and turned you around, his lips quickly crashing against your own. You were caught in the moment, unaware, but you quickly began to kiss back, the tears still falling from your eyes. The kiss you shared was needy and heated, yet sweet and gentle.
“Y/N… I’m sorry that we broke up on the wrong terms, and yes maybe it was a little selfish of you, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m auditioning again with a different company soon, so there is still hope. Don’t worry about it.” His fingers tucked a stared of your hair that fell out behind your ear and he caressed your cheek. “I still love you too, Y/N. Sweetheart, my love for you never died. And I want you to know that I’m willing to give us a second chance. I want there to be an ‘us’ again because we’ve got to admit we were a power couple,” You giggled at his words and smiled at him. He leaned down again and connected his lips to yours again. This time the kiss was sweet and gentle, more longlasting.
Pulling away, Namjoon’s hand dropped down to yours and he interlaced his fingers with yours. “Do you want to come back to my house with me, baby girl?’ He whispered into your ear. “I have a free house tonight,” You swallowed hard and butterflies erupted inside your tummy. You agreed and after collecting all your belongings, you allowed Namjoon to drag you to his car. Right before exiting the garden you stopped, you hand unlinking from Namjoon’s. He turned to look at you confused when he saw you leaning down to take off your stilettos. Before you could even take the shoe off your foot, you were swept up off the floor. Your eyes were wide in shock and you wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck for support. You were a smiling and giggling mess as he carried you the rest of the way to his car. He set you down in the passenger seat before getting in himself. The ride consisted of him focusing on the road, but his free hand resting on your thigh just like old times.
Inside his house, his lips attached to yours again and he picked you up again, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, lips never leaving the latter. He carried you upstairs to his room and set you down on his large bed. His nimble fingers messed with the zipper of your dress and you just nodded at him, allowing him to pull it down. Once you were discarded of your dress and left in your your undergarments, you reached for Namjoon’s tie and knocked the hat off his head throwing it across the room. You then proceeded to take the glasses off his face and placed the gently on the bed side table before your fingers worked to undo the tie. Namjoon stripped himself off his jacket and shirt and your hands slid up from his waistband to his chest and across his shoulders. You leaned forward and pushed him back so that you were on top, your lips started kissing across his clavicle and down to his navel and your fingers began to toy with his belt and you undid the button of this pants then pulling them down. He helped you discard them by kicking them off and onto the floor. Now you were both left in just undergarments. You stared at his almost naked form and though how much more muscular he had gotten. Your fingertips danced across his chest, slowly inching closer to his manhood. You got to his member and grabbed ahold of the bulge through the thin material of his boxers. He was big and you began to think how much you missed him and his friend downstairs. Without thinking you pushed down the material of his boxers and grabbed ahold of his shaft when it stood at attention. Your hand began to move up and down at a steady speed and you leaned your lips closer to the tip that started to glisten with precum. The glorious taste hit your taste buds and you began to make kitten like licks at his tip. Short breaths and gasps escaped Namjoon’s mouth and his hand shot down to your hair that you let out earlier in the car. His fingers tangled within your locks as your lips went further down his shaft and he started to slide down your throat. Within mere seconds he was fully down your throat and your nose bumped his pelvis with every bob of your head. Namjoon was a moaning mess under you and the noises he made sent arousal to your womanhood. Your panties were wet just from the noises Namjoon was making. Your hand slipped down to your core and your began to tease yourself through the thin lace material of your panties. Namjoon pulled you off of him and threw your onto your back, getting ahold of his member and rubbing it up and down against your folds through the sheer lace material. You were making lewd noises and the filled the four walls of Namjoon’s room. He circled his tip around your clothed clit and you were moaning loudly, hands gripping at the male’s shoulders desperate for more contact. Namjoon moved the material of your panties to the side and reached into the bedside table for a condom. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the latex protection down his shaft. His hands reached behind your body to unhook your bra and he slipped it off your arms, throwing it across the room. His lips attached to one of your nipples as he lined and slowly began to move inside your walls. You were a moaning mess, your fingernails dragging down the boy’s back as his thrusting speed increased. His hips rocked into yours for a straight ten minutes. Your nails continuously dragging down his back, his hips thrusting into yours and his thumb teasing and circling your bundle of nerves. He sent you through two hard orgasm and soon reached his peak too, releasing inside the condom. He collapsed next to you onto the bed. You lazily reached a hand down off the bed to find his shirt that he wore earlier and you put it on, buttoning up a few buttons before laying next to your ex-boyfriend. You felt at peace when your head was situated in the crook of his neck and your hand rested on his chest that rose and fell with every breath. Namjoon kissed your forehead sleepily and held onto you tightly.
“Nams?” You asked, softly. He hummed. “What- what are we?” You were confused. You let your ex-boyfriend kiss you, you let him have sex with you but you were both still exes to each other.
“I told you that I want there to be an ‘us’ again, but that’s only if you want to. I’m willing to have a relationship with you again. I miss you, baby girl. And I still love you wholeheartedly.” He pecked your forehead again, holding onto your waist.
You kissed his jaw and grabbed the covers to cover you both. “I’d love to be your girlfriend again, Nams,” You smiled to yourself. Subconsciously, you started tracing patterns on his chest and began feeling yourself slipping into a haze of unconsciousness. “I love you,” You said quietly before drifting off to sleep in the arms of your boyfriend.
“I love you too, Y/N,” Namjoon said, smiling to himself and looked down at your sleeping form, giggling at how ridiculously big his shirt was on you. He kissed you softly again before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.
A/N: you guys have been so so patient and i’ve been promising this fic for ages and it’s almost done! well, this part anyway. but i wanted to give you all a small teaser of what’s to come. this is about to be yet another chaptered fic so get ready for the roller coaster of angst (so much), fluff, and maybe a lil smut. enjoy!
She hadn’t meant to come. Castle was taking ‘a break’ from the Twelfth to finish Nikki Heat (oh hell, why did it have to sound like that in her head?), and she knew that heading to the bar after a successful but grueling case just wasn’t a good idea.
But here she was anyway, just inside the Old Haunt, house keys in her hand like she belonged here and not at home.
A crowd of people came in just behind her and she had to make up her mind, found herself being pushed to one side to allow them in. She wound up standing before the narrow dark booths, the wall of the famous staring down at her.
She turned her head, astonishment so great that for a moment she was speechless.
Castle got up from the booth, gave his laptop one quick check as if to be sure the words were still there - or perhaps that the document was saved - and then he came forward with a look on his face equal parts pleasure and wariness.
“You come to roust me?” he said, moving in like he was going to kiss her cheek or perhaps embrace her. And then he abruptly paused, tragically comical, and instead tucked his hands into his jean pockets. “Something happen at the Twelfth?”
“Oh. No,” she finally replied, shaking her head. “Closed the case. Got him. Just.” She shrugged, casting a long look around the bar at the crush of people. “Pretty crowded tonight.” A glance back at him. “Not too noisy for writing?”
“Usually dead in the afternoon,” he explained, looking to the bar himself. “Hey, you want something? A scotch or something fruity or hey, I know, pomegranate martini - you’re a vodka-”
“Castle.” She swallowed the irritation. “A beer. Something dark.”
He nodded and moved past her for the bar, and behind it, owner’s access, she supposed, and Beckett finally turned back to the nest he’d made of his booth.
She sat opposite his laptop, pushed her body against the wall, far as it would go. Needing the pressure it gave, or maybe the darkness, the seclusion.
Castle came back with two beers, flipped the top off hers with his thumb as he set it before her. She blinked in surprise, but realized he’d already cracked them both open back at the bar, left the tops on as he carried them over.
He settled across from her, his own cap disappearing in the massive maw of his hand. He took a swig, regarding her, but oddly silent.
“I guess I thought you might be here,” she said finally. Admitting it.
He grinned but caught himself, like he was trying to hide it. Ever since the swings, he hid. Hid the pleasure, hid the frustration too. Sometimes she didn’t know if what she thought she remembered was how it had really happened.
But not today. Not with him sitting so close to her that his knee kept bumping hers under the table. Not with the sneaking smile that kept creasing the corners of his eyes.
She let out a long breath, tapped the lid of his laptop with the neck of her beer. “You work, Castle.”
He tilted his head. “What are you gonna do?”
She could tell he was about to make some clever joke about staring being creepy. But that was a little too predictable for the good feeling in her chest after that smile. “What am I gonna do?” She paused, smiled back at him. “Supervise.”