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Prompt My Own Damn Self #1: Non-Linear Healing
Summary: When you die in Borderland, you don’t die in real life—you simply get transported back to the real world, full memories intact. This proves to be a problem when you see a familiar face while walking down the street...
Genre: Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies-to-Bromance
Warnings: ‼️18+‼️ Language, Death, Violence, Sexual Content (Mentioned)
I based this off a text post or something that was like “hey what if you just go back to your real life after borderland and you see hatter and you’re like ‘wait that’s the guy who stole my cards, slept with my wife, and left me for dead in a game’ like wouldn’t that be kinda funny?” And like...it IS funny. But also we get sad and sentimental.
(Also, yes, I AM prompting myself. What are you, a cop??? Wanna tell me where the law is that says you can’t prompt yourself??? Yeah that’s what I THOUGHT! Come back with a WARRANT)
It’s been three months. Three months since you woke up screaming on the bathroom floor, eyes streaming tears as you thrashed against the tile. Three months of night terrors, three months of therapy, three months of sedatives and breathing exercises and non-linear healing.
Healing. Today, healing comes in the form of a post-lunch stroll through the bustling streets of Tokyo. Crowds never made you nervous, before, but now... Well. Things are different, now.
You busy yourself, your brain and your eyes, looking at the swirl of colors and shapes bustling around you. Breathe in, breathe out. There are no games here, no death looming around the corner, no lasers to clip through your cranium and shoot out below your jaw.
And then, you see him. A mirage? A trauma memory? A ghost? No. A man. Slouching against the door frame of a shop, face turned up towards the sky, cigarette smouldering between his middle and index fingers. He looks content. Happy, even.
Fear hits first, like a punch to the gut. Then, bubbling rage. Of all the people, of all the miserable sons of bitches to run into on the street—
You’re weaving through the crowd now, slipping between couples and sidestepping shoppers, vision shifting red and fists clenching. You want to punch him. You want to knock the stupid hat off his head and feel his trachea crunch beneath your palms. You want—
“You wanna buy a hat?”
You freeze.
“Hatter,” you say.
He looks up at the sign above his head, then to the hats in the shop window. Then, back at you.
“Uh...yeah?”
You grab him by the lapels of his loose-fitting shirt and pull him up, noses centimeters from bumping together.
“You...” your voice comes out guttural, growling, “you stole my cards, you fucked my wife, and then you fucking shot me with a goddamn crossbow!”
“Ooooooh,” and Hatter has the decency to at least hint at remorse, his mouth turning downwards into an exaggerated frown, “You were...y’know...there.”
You shake him.
“I should kill you for what you did—“
“—Probably should, but can we just...” His eyes dart left and right, taking notice of the few people who have stopped to watch a potential altercation unfold, “Inside, please? Getting mugged outside your own shop is, uh, not the best look...”
And you let him go, only to grab him by the collar and drag him through the doorway. Then, you slam the door shut, the little bell above it chiming manic and merry as you push Hatter to the floor.
“Okay, you’re upset with me. I get it. I’m upset with me, too,” He’s still on the floor, half-reclining on bent elbows, palms open and facing outwards in an attempt to calm you down, “The card thing was wrong. It was wrong, and it was messed up, and I’m sorry.”
“You think I give a flying fuck about the cards?”
“No! No, uh,” He cowers when you kneel on the floor and grab him by the shirt collar once more, arm reeling back for a punch, “Oh! I’m also sorry for shooting you! Even though, technically, it’s the game’s fault for making rules so that—“
Your fist connects with his cheekbone with a loud smack. The hat which had been so perfectly perched atop his head is knocked halfway across the room as Hatter’s head takes the impact of the punch.
“Fuck, okay, I deserved that,” he says, “What else am I supposed to be sorry for?”
“My wife,” you seethe, “you rat-bastard....”
“Of course, the wife! What was her name, again?” He flinches as you raise your hand once more, “I want to apologize properly! So you can hit me and really make it count!”
You study his face for a moment, admire the knuckle-shaped bruises blooming on his skin.
“It’s Aiko,” you spit, venom dripping from your teeth.
“Aiko? Aiko, Aiko, Aiko...” His face lights up, “Oh! Aiko! With the short hair! And the little heart-shaped earrings!”
“Those were an anniversary present.”
“You have great taste! In jewelry and in women!” He slowly raises his hand, index finger extended upwards as if to ask a question, “I didn’t fuck her, though.”
This time, you slap him.
“No, really!” Hatter hisses from the sting, “We made out, I felt her up a little, but I did not fuck her.”
“I saw you two at the club...”
“...And she was sitting on my lap and I had my hands on her tits, but that’s it, I promise,” he sighs, “Look, man, I always admit to fucking somebody’s wife. Or husband. Or whatever. But Aiko, she saw you and she started crying. And it was a total mood-killer—“
Desiring symmetry, you decide to backhand him.
“—But the point is that she left me to go back to you! We were super drunk and she was just using me to deal with the stress of the games! Trust me, I meant nothing to her!”
Hatter closes his eyes, bracing himself for the next hit. Something in you sours. You let go of his shirt and move so you’re sitting with your back against the counter. Tears begin prickling at your eyes.
You hear something shifting, a light groan and the crack of joints as Hatter moves to sit beside you. He puts a hesitant hand on your shoulder.
“We were all just trying to survive out there. Doesn’t make any of it right, but...well, that’s what makes us human, I guess.”
Bitter tears, hot and angry and heartbroken, spill down your cheeks.
God, what a nightmare. What an awful, terrible thing to have lived through. The blood. The death. The fear. Everything rushing through you, cracking your bones and drowning out your lungs.
It hurts. It hurts so goddamn much—
“Here.”
And Hatter’s offering you a beer—when had he gone and gotten that?—green bottle glistening and cold in his outstretched hand. He has another one pressed against the side of his face—no doubt trying to take away the ache your fist had pressed into his skin.
You dry your eyes on your shirtsleeve and take the bottle, nodding a ‘thank you.’ He sits back down on the floor, but this time, against the opposite wall—out of hitting range, you notice with a chuckle.
“How is she?” Hatter asks, “Your wife. Did she...come back?”
“About a week after I did. She’s...” you take a gulp of your drink, “...coping.”
“Aren’t we all?” He smirks, “Let’s just hope she doesn’t come and beat me up, too. I bet she’s got a mean right hook.”
And you laugh. He laughs, too. It’s ridiculous, sitting on the floor and drinking with the man you had been so determined to hurt.
Two beers later and you’re walking home, sunset warm on your back, phone dialing your wife’s number. You’ve decided to invite him to dinner this weekend—provided it’s alright with her, of course. It’ll be good for you all, you think.
Maybe you can all start to heal together.
#alice in borderland#danma takeru#hatter#boshiya#alice in borderland netflix#imawa no kuni no alice#spicy boy#I’m a grown ass woman I can prompt my own damn self#ngl I kinda wanna know what would happen after this like how’s this gonna go down???#listen I love hatter but also he seems like a very punchable person
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Hii! From Prompt List 1 can u do number 3,51 and 243 w javier peña please ✨
Also i love ur writings so much ⭐
3. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"
51. "Go on them, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."
243. "Oh my God, you're in love with her!"
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Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language
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"Tell me," there was nothing but venom lacing your voice as you stared at Javier. Your face was slick with tears as you tried to keep your lips from trembling. You wanted to break down, gods knew you did, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You would do that as soon as he walked out of your apartment for what would be the last time, "go on then, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."
"Don't do this cariño," the bastard had the audacity to try and call you by your pet name, "you know this is the way. The only way."
"You're such a damn liar," you hissed at him. You should have seen this coming. You should have known.
You shouldn't have fallen in love with Javier Peña.
"We always knew what we were doing was wrong," it was a meek insistence, hollow and empty and neither of you quite believed it, "it was never supposed to go this far."
"This far? This far?" you wanted to scream, to grab his shoulders and shake him, to knock some sort of sense into him, but instead you just stared at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears, "did you think we would fuck and that’s it? I told you it was never going to be just that. And you never seemed to have a problem with that."
"You need to stop," this time it was more firm and his nostrils flared as he tried to control the hit of rage that had seemed into his bones, "we both knew what this was from the start. It was just sex."
"You're here, in my apartment, lying to my face," you sniffled as you dabbed at your eyes and wished you would wake up to find this was a horrible dream. You wished you'd wake up, wrapped in his arms while he slept soundly, like you had so many other times. You wished, you wished, you wished. But that didn't change the reality of the situation, nor the gravitas of it, "if you can look in my eyes and tell me you don't love me - never loved me - do it. If you can do it, I'll let this go."
"You're being ridiculous," he huffed and rolled his eyes ever so slightly as his hands went to his hips.
"I'm being ridiculous?" your voice rose up about two octaves as you realized just how hysterical you did sound. But it didn't matter - once Javier had made up his mind, he was a stubborn piece of work. But you refused to let this go, "I'm not the grown man that won't even admit his own feelings. That runs every time something comes up. That shuts out everyone and everything anytime it gets real."
"Maybe you're just thinking too much into this!" and there it was - the fiery temper that he was famous for. It wasn't shocking because it had suddenly jumped out; it was shocking because he'd never raised his voice at you, "maybe you just want to make something out of nothing! It was never anything - it was just sex. Why can't you just accept that?"
"Am I supposed to be scared of you?" you raised your voice and yelled back with just as much as anger and spite as he spit at you, "you're a liar and a coward. You can't even look at me - if you don't love me fucking tell me!"
"I'm not doing this right now," he huffed as stepped over the threshold, shoulders rising and falling in rapid movements as tired to control his anger, "I'm done - whatever we had, its over now."
"Javier," you tried to reach for his hand, but he was quick to pull out of your grasp, causing you to sigh heavily, "don't walk away - not like this."
"There's nothing left to say," he insisted quietly, staring at the floor, rather than daring to look in your eyes, "I'll see you at work and that's that. Everything else is done. Obviously you cannot handle this."
"You're just going to walk away," you were incredulous as a few tears of grief and anger rolled down your cheeks, "fuck you, Javier. I hate you."
You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. Tears were heavily pouring down your cheeks and spilling onto the cool slide as you sank to the floor. Small ugly little sobs racked your body as you gave up and in to your pathetic inner, upset self. You loved him, you really, really did. You knew that.
You knew he loved you too. You knew he was scared. Damn scared. And it was okay - if he would have opened up to you.
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“You look like shit,” Steve barely looked up from his coffee and morning review of documents as Javier stormed in, practically slamming himself down in his chair. He groaned and flipped Steve the middle finger before reaching for his cigarettes, effortlessly lighting it up and leaning back, “what happened to you?”
Javier closed his eyes but remained silent, a vain attempt at letting his mind wander too far. He hadn’t slept the night before, mind and thoughts racing over and over with snippets of his conversation with you. Your words had stuck in his mind all night: coward, coward, coward. And you had been right.
He was a coward; pathetic and scared all because he didn’t want to risk getting hurt. Or hurting you. And in the end he had managed to do both. It was never supposed to go this far, it was never supposed to be anything more than sex, but the lines had become so blurred and so fast, and before he knew - he was in love.
And that terrified the shit out of him.
So he reacted how he tended to do; to push you away. To isolate himself. It was supposed to be easy, supposed to work. All it had down was leave him with regret eating him up alive. He should have admitted you were right, he should have confessed. If there was anyone worth taking a chance on - it was you. He’d known it was you from the first time you’d had sex it was just...different. Different from every other experience he’d had. And gods, how he’d slowly fallen for all the little things you did, all your little quirks.
Your smile, that laugh, those eyes that seemed to convey a million emotions at once. Your steadfast stubbornness, the fact that you always called him on his bullshit, how you never backed down from confrontation, how you gave so much to others and asked for so little. How you’d chide him for getting even a papercut, and how you’d love him, even when he didn’t ask you to. How you;d take him in your arms, wordlessly, and give him everything he needed and then some, how you’d chase away his fears and pain. How -
Everything.
He was in deep, and when it came down to the wire, he’d run. Like a liar and a coward.
His eyes snapped open and landed on the desk, the spot you normally occupied and found it empty. A scowl tugged on his features as his brows knitted together, “where is she?”
“Hmm?” Steve looked back up and followed Javi’s line of sight before he shrugged lightly, “I talked to her this morning, said she wasn’t feeling good.”
“Bullshit,” he hissed under his breath, just enough for Steve to hear, “did she say when she’s coming back?”
“I dunno, Javi,” Steve sighed heavily, “she’s a grown woman, if she’s not feeling well, she’s not feeling well. She’ll be back when she’s better. Calm down.”
“Steve-”
“Oh god - you’re in love with her. Aren’t you?” the smirk tugging on his features was undeniable as Javier rolled his eyes but refused to look over, “I knew it - everyone knew it.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” his mouth went dry as he looked at his partner and felt like slamming his head against the wall. Of course. It’s so obvious.
“I mean...it’s just...everyone’s known, Javi,” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, “it’s so obvious. You’re different because of her - for her. You might be the last person to know. Shit...you haven’t told her, have you?”
Javier made a small sound in his throat but otherwise remained silent as he stared at your desk. Not feeling well my ass, he thought to himself before running a hand over his tired face.
But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or -
Shit. He had really messed up.
You were all he could think about, plaguing his waking and sleeping hours as he tried to figure out what to do. His mind was on you as he sat in the office and smoked cigarette after cigarette and glossed over paperwork. You were in his every thought as he and Steve chased after some of Escobar’s men; so much that he almost slipped up and let them get away.
By Friday afternoon, he couldn’t handle it any longer. This was ridiculous and he was going to put an end to it all, one way or another.
Javier almost jumped out of his seat, grabbing his leather jacket and half empty pack of cigarettes without a word as he stormed out of the office. Steve barely looked up in time to catch him, his question dying on his tongue as he watched his partner storm out. He didn’t have to ask to know exactly what was going on.
Finally, he thought to himself shaking his head, finally.
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"Open the door," Javier's voice was commanding but it still managed to shake as he rapped his knuckles against the peeling paint of your door, "cariño, I know you're in there…"
And you were. You were curled up on the couch in your pajamas, an empty bottle of wine on the table as an old, cheesy romance movie played in the background. The lights were off and you were tired, but you still couldn't manage to find sleep.
You'd avoided going into the office for the last couple of days, feigning illness and earning a scoff from the ambassador, but nothing else was said. In the time you'd been in Colombia, you'd never so much as used a single sick day, so they didn't question you. But of course your partners did. Well, one of them. The other had known exactly what was going and it had been eating him up inside, even if he wasn't ready to admit it.
But his little heart to heart with Steve had inspired him - practically shoved him in the right direction. You'd been on his mind rent free since he'd left. Hell - for much longer than that.
"Go away," you managed to croak out before burrowing further into your pillow, feeling a fresh wave of tears spill down your cheeks at his presence. Knowing you almost had him but didn't was heartbreaking, "you made it clear we have nothing, Javier.”
“Open the damn door,” there was a tone in his voice that you hadn’t heard before - was that...desperation? Javier paused and sighed heavily, “please. I-I...fuck, I fucked up.”
“If you’re going to play some sort of cruel joke, save your breath,” you huffed, “like you said, we are nothing. We’ll be work partners and that’s it.”
There was a beat of silence and a part of you thought he left, you were almost relieved at the thought. But before you knew it, you heard the keys jingling in the lock and the door opened; you cursed yourself for giving him a spare set. Either way, he probably could have figured out how to get in anyways. He just couldn’t let it go.
“Cariño,” he came and swiftly made his way over to you, frowning when he saw you all curled up and the discarded mess around you, "I-"
"Go away, Javi," it was a pathetic plea as you glanced up at him. His heart felt it was going to shatter and break at the sight of your red, glossy eyes as you sniffled at him, "haven't you done enough? Or should I be apologizing for having feelings and being honest about them?"
"I should be begging you for forgiveness," he dropped to his knees beside you, a hand tentatively reaching out to you, as he tried to see if you would pull away. Despite wanting to, instead wishing you could yell and scream, you stay rooted in position as he gently pushed your hair out of your hair. He brushed his thumb gently over your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar touch, "I am so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" your brow furrowed at his words, "you made yourself very clear."
"I fucked up - you're right. I am a liar and a coward," he confessed as your eyes snapped back open to meet his. They were gentle, softened in the corners with the crinkles that you adored so much, "I realized I had feelings and I panicked. I shut you out and hurt you."
"My head hurts, Javier," you sighed slightly, "just get to the point."
"I love you," he admitted and suddenly it felt your heart had dropped into your stomach as you stared at him. He was sure you must have heard the wild beating of his heart as he tried to anticipate your reaction, "I-I'm in love with you."
"If this is your idea of a joke," you moved his hand away and sat up, trying to prepare yourself for any possibility, "its even more fucked up than just breaking my heart. I knew what this started this and I should have stopped it when I started to catch feelings but I-"
But Javier didn't let you say anything further. Instead, he cut you off by crashing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply - slowly and with meaning. It was an easy dance, one you'd done hundreds of times before. But this time just felt...different.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, and yours wound around his neck. Effortless and easy, just like everything with him was. It was anything frenzied or hurried, but slow and gentle as he tried to convey his every thought and feeling through his touch. He thought his heart might burst when he felt your smile whilst his lips, as you carded a hand through his dark locks.
Only when you were both breathless and drunk off of each other did you pull apart. He stared at you, his gaze soft as you grabbed his face and delicately cradled it before pressing another kiss to his lips.
"I hope this means what I think it means or I'm going to have to murder you," you whispered against his lips, as his own tugged into a smile, "because I am in love you and I don't know if I can ever change that."
"It means I'm an idiot," he admitted, "a cowardly fool that ran when things got real - although they were always real. Its obvious, isn't it? I just never realized."
"That's because you gave a thick skull, Peña," you gently tapped a knuckle against the side of his head, "and you need to learn to be more open - with me anyway. You don't have to be afraid, Javi. Not with me; I'm not going anywhere, you know that. I know you - the real you - and nothing about you scares me or whatever you think it is. I love you and that means every little bit of you."
"I…" he paused for a moment, inhaling and exhaling slowly as your words washed over him. His heart had never felt warmer or more light as he realized the immense weight your words held. He closed his eyes and nodded, gently pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you. Fully and completely cariño. Even if I am an idiot."
"My idiot," you promised softly, "just talk to me next time, okay? Don't run and hide - stay with me. It'll be okay, you will always have me."
"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled you into his arms and wrapped you up in the tightest hug possible, "I'm sorry - so sorry. I love you."
"I love you, Javier," you whispered, "stay with me?"
"Always."
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a/n: I 1000000% know that unless you’ve read my fic The Dragon Kings Treasure, this is going to be TOTALLY out of context and you will likely have literally no idea about what’s going on or their history. I’ll be posting this little snippet in my AO3 post at the end of the story if you feel like you’d rather read the full thing first before you read this. There’s some spoilers in this, so if you’ve been planning on reading TDKT and haven’t yet, I’d suggest doing that first for context
Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC) (Fantasy AU)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Fantasy AU
Story Warnings: Sex (vaginal), hand job, inhuman extremities (yes, dick) and mutations (dragon), size difference, rough sex, dirty talk, name calling, breeding (sorta), stomach bulge, Bakugou’s insecure, Koge’s horny
Words: 5,110
Written for the @bnhabookclub ‘s members bingo event!
Crossed off: Mirror Sex
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Art in banner by me
“I am actually going to kill you, Koge.”
“Just do it gently, okay?”
Bakugou grumbled at the completely unbothered response from his lover, glowering at her through a mirror. Laying on his stomach, sprawled out on their bed, the young Lord found himself beyond agitated with himself and with his wife, but not for any regular old reason. No, the problem was something that no one could have ever predicted, and it was something that couldn’t be stopped, either. Reversing the process was also out of the question, so he was condemned to adjust himself to the changes of his body, both internal and external. But, compliance didn’t correlate to happiness in this situation, especially not when paired with the pain and frustrations that came with the changes.
It didn’t help that his wife was more that ecstatic about his newfound dragon extremities. The thick, dark red tail that protruded from the base of his hips and horns perched atop his head were the current bane of his existence, as the past few months of them growing into place were like putting him through daily torture. The changes to his hands and the horns, he had gotten used to long ago, but the currently swaying scaled appendage that protruded from his hips had been the most difficult to accept. It was large and cumbersome, always knocking things over, hitting people, or even causing him to trip over his own feet. Even now, as it knocked annoyingly against his own legs, he wished that he could just cut the damn thing off. Why did it even have to grow in the first place?
Well, he knew why.
His wife. The absolute love of his life and mother to his son, the woman he had chosen to be always by his side and Queen of his land. She was the reason this had happened to him, or, at least, a large percentage of it. The rest was his own bloodline, his family and heritage, but this wasn’t exactly something he had expected to happen. His wife, being a dragon halfling, had always sported her dragon features when in her human form, and had the presence, scents, and mannerisms of one at all times. Sure, she could fit in with humans, outside of her inability to register their words if they weren’t dragonborn of some kind, but in the end, she was a dragon. That fact is what prompted these changes in him that he couldn’t control.
It all went back to his bloodline. His family had always had dragon blood, but the last that had dragon features, that he could remember, was his great grandfather. Since then, each royal child born didn’t have physical dragon features, nor could they change into a dragon. All they had was the magic. Until now. Just being with his wife had prompted a change within him, starting out small at first with the ability to purr and his senses more enhanced than they had already been. Then came the changes to his hands, red scales coating the top and down along his wrist and half of his forearm, with thicker skin along his palms and long claws. This change was quick, only a few days of inability to use his hands or take care of the horrible itch that came with it on his own, though Koge was more than willing to help him with that. In truth, Bakugou didn’t think he could have gotten through any of the changes without her help. She knew how to soothe the pain of his horns growing in and massaged his back and tail as it grew over many weeks.
Now, there was no pain. All that was left was to adjust. New clothes, new sleeping positions, new feelings beneath the now sensitive skin of his fingers and palms. The new smells, sounds, and urges, they all required a huge adjustment, but the tail. The tail was the worst of them all.
“Why a fucking tail?” Bakugou whined into the sheets, turning his face into the soft plush fabric to keep his glare off the swaying appendage. “The horns are fine. The hands suck. But a fucking tail?! Koge, I hate it.”
“It did grow in quite big in the end, but it’s really pretty-”
“-Don’t call it pretty-!”
“-And handsome. Rugged. Who knew you had such strong dragon blood that it would come out looking like this!” Scooting her petite body closer, Koge’s fingers traced lightly down his spine, purring sweetly when she breached the hump of his tail. “I love it. I can’t wait until you get more control over it so I can cuddle in it.”
“Tch, and what the fuck is wrong with my arms, huh?!”
“You can’t tell, Katsuki, but your tail is way warmer than your arms.”
In agitation of her argument, his tail swished about roughly, making Koge giggle softly as pillows were knocked from the bed. To avoid getting hit, Koge flopped down to lay up against his side, wiggling and nudging herself beneath his arm until he was forced onto his side, hugging her to him tightly in an attempted punishment. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he felt instantly calmed by the sweet sounds of her purr, which radiated through his mind like a million bees, making his heart and stomach flutter. Then, within no time, his own deep rumbling began, his purr completely swallowing hers in intensity.
“Ooh see, you can’t be that mad if you start purring so easily.” Koge nuzzled her face up against his neck, her tail falling to rest over his legs, intertwining with his as he calmed. Holding her body in closer, Bakugou scoffed quietly, lifting his head so he could see her face.
“You use that against me. Because I can’t help it.”
“Why can’t you help it?” Koge nuzzled her nose against his tenderly, smiling at the sight of his reptilian pupils dilating in pleasurable response to her affections. “You can’t hide your mushy feelings from me, now. Of course I might take advantage of that sometimes.”
“I can’t help it for obvious fucking reasons.” Bakugou’s snarl and growl of his voice didn’t match his touch or change in the pitch of his purr, spurred on by Koge letting her leg rest over his hips so she could be closer to him. “I love your stupid ass, of course I’m going to start up if you do.”
“It’s so cute!” She placed a soft kiss on his lips, though found herself trapped for more than just a few moments as he refused to let her pull away, his hand even slipping up her back to rest against the back of her head. “Mm… I didn’t expect your dragon blood to make you so… affectionate.”
“The fuck does that mean?” With a growl against her lips, Bakugou rolled them over so she was beneath him, taking both of her arms to pin them up above her head, fingers lacing with hers tenderly. “I’m not any more affectionate than I was, dumbass.” Squeezing his hips playfully with her knees, Koge’s smile grew sly.
“I just expected you to become more aggressive and territorial. But instead you’re super sweet, purring, and cuddly. Just like a little pup.”
“Excuse me?!” Bakugou’s purr was cut short with his rush of agitation, his voice booming through their large chambers as Koge laughed. “I’m not a fucking whelp! You take that back!”
“What are you gonna do about it, pup?” Koge couldn’t resist a grin at the flushing of his cheeks, baring her fangs to him playfully. “Gonna whine and spew a little fire out of your nose? Or are you gonna put me in my place?”
With a frustrated growl, Bakugou could only glare down at her for a moment before pulling away, sitting up turning to sit on the edge of the bed, once again facing the mirror. “Oh fuck off! You know I can’t!”
Frowning as guilt began to creep up on her, Koge sat up as well, placing her hand gingerly on his back. “Ah Katsuki, I’m sorry. I… I’ve just been feeling a little frisky lately, especially since that… new change happened. I’m… It’s a bit hard for me to control myself.”
“Tch… It’s fine.” Bakugou’s glare was once again locked on his own reflection, though the center of his focus was his hips. There was another change to his body, one that he had been doing everything he could to hide from her until recently and had continually hoped that it would just vanish. It happened at the worst time, too, as Koge had just gotten to where she was comfortable making love to him again after further recovering from her trauma as a slave. They had almost gotten back to normal, and then his bloodline had to make the biggest dick move ever. Quite literally, in fact.
His manhood had changed to further match his outward extremities. It wasn’t all that extreme, but it was enough to not only make him horrifically self-conscious about it, but fear that he would never properly have sex again. It had grown, in length and girth, with mostly human characteristics, outside of scales at the base that wrapped back around his hips to his tail, a series of ridges along the sides, and a more angled tip. The foreskin he had always sported did little to hide the changes, even when completely flaccid, though hiding it at all was impossible at this point.
With heightened senses and urges, Bakugou found himself craving Koge’s attention, affection, and body more frequently than he had before. They had gotten used to it when his dick was normal, but for a few weeks, now, he had to suffer through the urges without being able to satisfy himself in any way. At first, he came up with excuses as to why he didn’t want to or couldn’t, mostly concerning the pain of his tail - which wasn’t completely a lie - just so that he could avoid the situation all together. But much to his dismay, Koge was quite clever, and she picked up on his odd behavior quickly.
“Your dick changed, didn’t it?” She had cornered him one morning when she had tried to come onto him right before he got into the bath. “Let me see it!”
He had let her, of course, but that only made things worse for him. She wasn’t put off by the changes in the slightest, nor was she concerned that it would be an issue. But he was, and he couldn’t quite get the fear out of his head. Of course, he knew that he would have to come to terms with it eventually and try to do something with this change, even if that jump was going to be difficult. Each time Koge offered to work with him or try anything, he’d back out, leaving him with a very painful experience of having to let his raging boner settle on its own. He couldn’t quite find it within himself to masturbate to get rid of the buildup or his urges, as even the feeling and pleasures were different and way more intense than what he was used to. Out of everything, his dick was the last thing he expected to change, and it had oddly taken the biggest mental toll on him.
His erections were impossible to hide. Any touch that wasn’t his clothing or taking a piss felt like white hot lightning sparking through his body. Sitting or laying were made even more awkward when paired with his tail. He couldn’t properly make love to his wife. He couldn’t pleasure himself. He had to learn how to not walk awkwardly. Any clothes that could accommodate his tail still couldn’t handle his new manhood.
He was different from head to toe, and that bothered him more than he was willing to say out loud. In the end, he didn’t need to say anything. Koge could see it all, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating for her, too. She wanted to help him adjust, more than anything, but it was impossible if he continually blocked himself off like this. Even now, he was trying to hide his obvious boner with his arms, and the discomfort on his expression was worrisome. He may be too reluctant to do something about it himself, but Koge knew that eventually, she’d have to show him that it was okay. By ‘eventually’, she knew that it would have to be now, while the subject was brought to the front and they had no chance of being interrupted.
“Katsuki,” Koge purred near his ear softly, resting her body against his back while her arms came to rest over his broad shoulders. “Let me try-”
“-Koge-”
“- Just a little. You can’t keep going like this. We can’t keep going like this. Sooner or later, you have to let me face the dragon dick. If you just let me try, you’ll see that it’ll be okay.”
Bakugou glowered at his lover out of the corner of his eye, still hunched over his own body in reluctance and worry. “You haven’t seen it erect yet, Koge. It’s… You can’t take it.”
“You underestimate me a little, I think.” Koge nuzzled her nose against his cheek, giving him a firm kiss on the flushed skin. “I’m not human, remember? And your body is reacting to me. I’ll show you that I can take it just fine. Please?”
“I’ll feel like shit if it doesn’t work out…”
“Or you’ll continue to feel like shit if you never try. Right?”
“Tch… You’re right.”
Scooting off the bed, Koge stood in front of him, holding both of her hands out towards him. “Well? Let me help you, Katsuki. I promise it will feel good for both of us.” Although he wanted to take her hands immediately, Bakugou still hesitated, glancing over her body before catching her gentle gaze. Just looking at her like this, clad in nothing but a white sleeping gown, so flushed and unexpecting, had him immediately struggling not to snatch her off her feet and pin her onto the bed beneath him. The thought had his manhood straining, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to take this type of painful tension any longer. He needed to get past this, so he shifted himself to sit up, taking both of her hands tenderly in acceptance of her help.
Smiling, Koge stepped in closer to stand between his legs, letting her hands slide up his arms with a slow and gentle touch that had goosebumps prickling along his skin. As she caressed the sides of his neck, his hands took hold of her petite hips, scooting himself closer to the edge of the bed to be able to pull her body flush against him. It was so incredibly difficult to hold himself back, the feeling of her body beneath his hands and the scent of her arousal completely overwhelming him, but the tender kisses she placed on his lips helped keep him grounded. Her purr soothed him, almost to the point that he felt as if he were floating, not noticing her hands slip down between their bodies until they sneaked beneath his pants to grip the source of his problems.
At first, the hiss that escaped from between his teeth was from the chill of her hands, until her fingers traced along the prominent ridges, each little bump feeling as if she were stroking his tip. Or, what he remembered stimulation to his tip feeling like when he still had a normal dick. Then, the hiss grew into a deep growl, his entire body stiffening and his hands slipping around to grip her backside as she stroked him with both hands, up and down the aching shaft while avoiding the tip. “Mm, fuck- Yeah, tighter. That’s it-!”
“My hands can’t even wrap around it all the way, Katsuki. And you’re dribbling so much cum already. It’s so warm.” Taking half a step back, Koge shifted his pants down out of the way to free him completely, keeping a little space between them so she could see her work. She wasn’t the only one watching, Bakugou’s eyes locked on the way her hands moved, displacing the slowly flowing precum with each firm stroke up and down his shaft. With the liquid acting as a lubricant, Koge was able to increase her speed, stroking all the way from the base to right before the tip. Before long, Bakugou’s entire body was trembling, his face shoved into her shoulder as he struggled to control his urges to pant and moan.
“Stop teasing me, Koge!”
“If I go there, you’ll cum really quick.”
“Do it!”
The growling demand made Koge bite her bottom lip, stroking from the base all the way back up to the tip, which immediately forced a trembling moan from his lips as he pulled her body back in closer. He was throbbing in her hands by now, each new stroke across his sensitive tip sending him further into an uncontrollable ecstasy. Within no time, what Koge had warned came to fruition, with Bakugou cumming after a few teasing strokes of her thumb around his tip. The petite woman didn’t expect it, of course, nor did she expect Bakugou to tug her body back up against him while rutting his hips forward so his cock stroked against the silk of her gown and soft form of her stomach. Within seconds, the front of the gown was drenched with his cum, the load much larger than either of them could have really expected. It stuck fast to Koge’s skin, hot and thick, coating her fingers and soaking through the thin fabric of her gown to dribble down her stomach.
Panting as he came down from his high, Bakugou kept his face shoved into her shoulder, his entire body tingling with the weight of his release. “Fuck… That’s so much more than before…”
“If you mean cum, then yeah, that’s a lot.” Koge moved back from him a bit, prompting Bakugou to sit up himself and observe the damage. One hand still lightly stroking up and down his still hard shaft, Koge brought the other to her lips, licking the cum from her fingers. “Mm, yummy. You even taste better, Katsuki.”
“That’s a weird thing to notice.” Bakugou glowered up at his lover as she took another step back, first wiping her hands on her already ruined shift before pulling her arms inside and out through the neck opening. With it being so oversized, and with the added weight of the liquid that soaked it, it fell around her feet, leaving her bare. Just like nearly every time he saw her like this, Bakugou felt a lump grow in his throat, the glow of her pale skin in the dim light bringing on the urge to just touch and squeeze. Though, even as the chance presented itself to him with her crawling up onto his lap, he felt frozen, the nerves of still not being able to do this properly creeping back up on him. “Koge-”
“Shh,” Holding onto his shoulders for support and facing him, Koge straddled his lap, knees firmly dug into the mattress. Not quite sitting down onto him yet, the halfling arched her backside out, turning her head a bit to look over her shoulder at the mirror behind them. “Look, Katsuki. See how wet you make me? How badly my body wants you?”
Tearing his eyes off her collarbone area to look over her shoulder as well, the fire in Bakugou’s chest grew hotter from the view she presented to him, having to clench his teeth together to keep him from acting out. Dripping with her essence, Koge’s pussy was incredibly enticing, puffy, and pink with the need for the attention she had been denied all this time. Even still, she was so incredibly small compared to him, and her petite body just didn’t seem like it would be able to take him comfortably. “Koge… It won’t-”
“It will,” Shifting her hips up, Koge let his cock rest between her legs, lowering herself down just enough to be able to grind against him. “I want your cock inside me so badly, Katsuki.” Cupping his cheeks, Koge kept her lips close to his, moaning softly with the stimulation to her clit. “Please let me. I’m begging you. Can’t you feel how hot my body is for you?”
Gripping onto her hips tightly, Bakugou lightly dug his claws into her skin in frustration, which only prompted more vigorous efforts from his wife. Of course he wanted this. He wanted to fill her up to the brim and fuck her until she was an absolute mess. And he could. She wanted it. Then, with a teasing swipe of her cunt along his tip, she broke his restraint, and all he wanted was to be inside her. With a low growl, he reached up and took a fist full of her hair into his grip at the base of her head, firm enough to make her gasp and stop the rolling of her hips.
“Fine.” Bakugou growled against her jawline, keeping her head firmly pulled back to keep her submissive and in place. “But you’d better be able to take it.” With that, his other hand guided her hips up and back, his tip slipping inside of her with ease. Immediately, a sharp gasp erupted from her throat, both of her hands moving back to clutch onto his shoulders while it took every ounce of Bakugou’s self-control not to slam her down all the way. Instead, he urged her down inch by inch, her chest heaving and body trembling as she took him in. By the time he was completely sheathed inside her, Koge was already nothing more than a panting mess, eyes rolled back, and nails dug into his skin. “Look at you. Fucking ruined already.”
The sound of his voice helped pull her back, biting down onto her bottom lip when he released her hair and catching his gaze. “I-I can take it, though. See? I just… Mm, it feels so good, I can’t… I can’t move.” Koge looked back over her shoulder again to see them, her cheeks flushing bright red at how huge he looked stretching her out like this.
Smirking, Bakugou pressed his lips against her temple, his eyes on their reflection as well. “Let me help you.” Finding that they were sufficiently lubricated, both from her and from his still present cum, Bakugou was easily able to pull her hips up and back down again, using his strength to make her bounce on his cock. The moans that escaped from her lips were like none he had heard before, the pure ecstasy drowning out all rational thought she may have had left. Within no time, she had taken over the rhythm, slamming her hips down onto him from tip to base with only the pleasure driving her forward.
Resting back on his hands to keep them supported, Bakugou couldn’t get his eyes off their reflection, just seeing her body bounce and the way his cock vanished inside her hypnotizing him completely. She could take him, and the feeling of being one with her again like this was beyond what he would consider to be euphoria. Though, it was when she began to grind her hips that he nearly lost his control, tearing his eyes away from the mirror to look down at her. Leaning back with her hands supported on his knees, Koge rolled her hips with just as much effort as she had been before, though her eyes were locked on her stomach.
“F-fuck-!” Overwhelmed with the pleasure, tears began to roll down her brightly flushed cheeks, though they were of little consequence. “Fuck! It’s so good! Your cock is so good! So deep inside me! You can…- ah! You can see it!” Sure enough, with each passing roll of her hips, a bulge was visible in her lower abdomen, instantly bringing a deep growl of satisfaction from Bakugou’s chest.
“Yeah? You like seeing that while you fuck yourself on my cock, Koge?” One arm still behind him for support, his other hand came up to grip her hip, urging her to be more aggressive. “How I fill up that slutty fucking pussy?”
“Yes!” Koge’s voice squeaked and trembled, struggling to keep up the momentum against the pleasure. “I love it!”
“Well here, let me give you a better view.” Simultaneously standing up and scooping her body up off his cock, Bakugou made his way over to the mirror, turning her so that her back was pressed against his torso while supporting and spreading open her legs. Puzzled, Koge could only stare at their reflections, watching his cock twitch and her essence leak from her cunt that was aching for his return. With this view, she could truly see the size of him compared to her, making her feel suddenly so small and vulnerable, yet she wanted his cock back inside her more than anything in that moment.
“K-Katsuki-!”
“What, baby? You want it back inside you?”
“Please!” Koge flexed her feet and toes impatiently, sniffling against her stuffed-up nose that came along with the tears. “Please, Katsuki! Put it back inside- a-ah!!” Clenching her eyes shut tightly, Koge leaned her head back against his shoulder at the feeling of his tip slipping back inside her, though her reaction was cut short by Bakugou’s deep and demanding growl in her ear.
“Lift your head up and watch, you horny bitch. I want you to watch how my cock stretches out that tight little cunt.”
Taking in trembling breaths, Koge weakly lifted her head, teary gaze locked back on their reflections. She watched as demanded, gasping and hiccupping as each inch vanished inside her, until he had filled her up to the base. In this position, the bulge in her lower abdomen was even more visible, though she didn’t have much time to take it all in before he started to thrust his hips up into her. A squeal escaped her parted lips with the first rough thrust, sending more pleasured tears cascading down her cheeks as he fucked her. With him in control, it felt like a completely different experience, her mind no longer having to focus on attempting to move.
Now, all she had was him, fucking her relentlessly while she rested secure against his chest. The visual of them only made her hotter, able to see the way his cock ravaged her, his large hands supporting her legs, her breasts bouncing with the movement, and even his expression. That is what she loved to watch the most, how his expression was contorted with the pleasure and he was absolutely lost in it. Though, his eyes were on the reflection as well, and they eventually caught hers staring at his face.
Bakugou felt himself immediately overwhelmed with the state of her ruined body, limp in his grip and completely drunk with pleasure. He wanted to destroy her more, to sink his teeth and claws into her silky flesh until she was marked head to toe by him. And yet, he wanted to hold and caress her, just to feel her tender touch along his burning skin. He wanted all of her and more. “What, Koge? Is it too much for you?”
“N-no-!”
“No?”
“No! I-I love it! I love it! Fuck-!” Koge leaned her head back, eyes rolling up as Bakugou adjusted the position to slam even harder into her. “Yes! I-I haven’t stopped cumming since you put it inside me-! I can’t think!”
“You’re such a good girl. You want my cum, baby?”
“Yes! Yes, I want it! Please fill me up! Breed me! I’m begging you!”
Something animalistic snapped inside Bakugou with her plea, and without a second thought, he turned and shoved her face down into the bed, keeping her hips up in his firm grip as he fucked her mercilessly. Koge’s voice once again peaked, clutching onto the sheets as she moaned and cried into them. The new aggression and dominance he was displaying had her entire body screaming to have his cum inside her, the urge to mate with him so strong that she couldn’t ignore it. All she could sense was him, from his scent to the taste his cum had left on her lips, and without him she knew she would surely go insane.
“Such an obedient little mate,” Bakugou’s grunts and moans began to mix with a deep growl, sending prickling goosebumps across Koge’s flushed and sweaty skin. “I’ll fill you up, slut. I’ll make sure you get what you’re begging for.”
Within the next few moments, Bakugou’s thrusts became erratic as he shifted his body closer to hover over her, digging himself in as deep as he could as he released inside her. With each rough buck of his hips into hers, Koge could feel the hot, thick liquid fill her, struggling to find room beside the large presence of his cock. Still, she couldn’t move or say a word, her entire body twitching and pulsing with the remnants of her final orgasm, squeezing his cock and forcing a sharp hiss from his behind his teeth.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all in.” Taking hold of her ass in his hands, Bakugou spread her open, smirking in satisfaction at the sight of his cum leaking from her cunt around his cock. Slowly, he began to pull out, giving a deep purr at the mess his cum made with his exit, dribbling from her and onto the bed. “Fuck. Your cunt’s too small for all that cum, Koge.”
Panting as she tried to recover some feeling in her limbs, Koge weakly reached down between her legs, using her petite fingers to stroke along her cum stained pussy, pushing them inside her and spreading herself open. “C’mon, Katsuki… Don’t let it all drip out. I told you to breed me.”
“You think I’m done with you?” Grabbing her by the arms, Bakugou pulled her upper body back against his, one of his hands caressing her neck while he kissed her flushed cheek tenderly. “My pretty mate… I’ll make sure you’re bred properly.”
Smiling, Koge placed her hand on his cheek, guiding his lips down to hers. “Mm… you’d better. Now shove that big cock back inside me. And make sure to use your teeth this time. Don’t be gentle with me.”
“Only if you beg.”
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What Will It Cost?
Prompt: “pls do an angsty 2 and 3 with Bucky pls pls” ~ Anon
Summary: You really love that Bucky is protective over you and wants you safe on missions, but it begins to drive you crazy when it almost causes you both to lose a mission. And your relationship...
2. Whoa, what is with the attitude change?
3. Why does she keep avoiding me? It’s not like I did anything wrong.
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Warnings: Language, pretty angsty between reader and Bucky, Bucky kinda being an asshole (SORRY!)...but FLOOFY ending.
One more blow to the side and you swear you were gonna pass out. Blood spread across your cheek, from your nose to your mouth, and began to harden since you had spent a much longer time trying to fight off these agents. Your arms were starting to give in, as you were sick of punching. The guns were out, you lost your knife, and your team aka your boyfriend was no where to be seen. Looks like you were handling this on your own.
You enjoyed yet feared doing these kind of missions partially by yourself because it gave you a chance to prove yourself to the rest of the guys, and to your boyfriend. He was the fucking Winter Soldier and it took a lot to impress him. BUT he’d always step in front when he thought you couldn’t handle yourself, and you were growing tired of him trying to save your ass. This was your time now to show him otherwise.
Throwing down a couple of more agents, you saw that you almost had the area cleared except for this one guy that would not surrender. Running to him, you raised your leg to throw a hard kick, but instead he grabbed your calf and threw you against a concrete pillar. The sting of a cut and a bruised spine seared through your body and you hissed in pain. Your vision was going blurry yet you could see a black blob running in your direction. “Doll! Jesus christ!” A few grunts and screams could be heard, and Bucky was quick to your side. He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face and went to lift you up. “What the hell happened, y/n?” You refused to let him help you up and pushed him aside. “I’m fine, James. I have everything under control. Where’s the hard drive?”
Nervousness filled his face as he attempted to help you up again. “I have to go get it but I saw you lying here and I had to save you.” Raging with anger, you punched him aside and screamed. “What do you mean you have to go get it?! You’re gonna cost us the fucking mission! I don’t need your fucking saving all the time. I’m a grown ass woman that can handle myself.” Stepping back in shock, Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Whoa, what is with the attitude change? You have always appreciated me having your back.”
Walking away from him, you spoke over your shoulder. “There’s a difference between having my back and treating me Steve who you always had to save, like I’m some lost puppy. Your feelings are gonna get us killed, Barnes. Man up.” And with that you jogged off to go find the hard drive, that was in the jacket of a dead agent. Part of you felt extremely bad for talking to your boyfriend like that, but it was definitely built up feelings that needed to be shared. It was going to be quite the ride home...
When you and Bucky arrived at the compound, neither one of you spoke to each as you painfully walked to your shared room. You were in serious pain from the amount of cuts and bruises you earned with this mission. Seeing you in this much pain killed Bucky, but he knew by now to not mess with “the bull”. You landed on the bed harshly and began to undo your clothing. Wincing as you tried to pull off your bodysuit, you noticed Bucky walking over. “Here, let me help you babe.” His calloused hands stretched out towards you, but you pushed them away. “Don’t touch me, Bucky. I’m not in the mood.” You spat each word at him and his heart broke. Finally being in just your underwear, you saw the huge incision in the side of your rib.
Bucky stared at you with puppy eyes, and badly wanted to help you. “Doll, let me help you patch that up. It’s the least I can do.” You brushed past him to the bathroom and turned around sharply. “Let me tell you something plain and simple...I don’t need your help. I don’t need you to save me. And quite frankly I don’t need your pity. You nearly cost us a seriously important mission because you couldn’t keep your fuckin feelings to yourself and saw me as a poor little lamb. I apprec--” Bucky held up his hand and his body tensed up. “Oh, I’m sorry for being a great boyfriend. And maybe I wouldn’t have to save your sorry ass if you weren’t such an ignorant and egotistical fighter. It’s very apparent that you are not trained enough nor have the skills to handle highly trained and well equipped agents. But you’re right, not my job to keep you safe.”
Tears burned your eyes as you fought so hard to keep them from falling. “My bad. I forgot you were the perfect soldier. Always the heroic guy to swoop in and save the day, just like the good ol days. Well wake up, James. This isn’t 1942 and you’re not a perfect soldier anymore. And I’m a damn good agent. I have busted my ass day in and day out, training and pushing myself. Unlike you, my skills are real and not something that came out of a fucking bottle. I’ll handle myself from now on.” Bucky began tearing up too as he walked towards the door. “Well then I guess you don’t need me anymore.” With a slam of your bedroom door, Bucky stormed down the hallway wondering what the hell just happened to your relationship.
You and Bucky were always the best team/duo, whether it was in combat, in the bed, or just being a couple. He loved you more than anything in the world, and never thought that he could love someone considering his broken past. But you were his partner, his girl, his everything....and he couldn’t afford to lose you. That’s why he was so overprotective of you. But this time he knew he fucked up really bad and didn’t know if you’d ever speak to him again.
A couple of days passed by and Bucky never returned to your room. The lonely nights with no warm body pressed against you was driving you insane, though you were still upset. You knew in your heart he was doing this to protect you, but how would you learn if he kept getting in the way? You couldn’t afford to lose him, but you also couldn’t afford to lose your rep of a bad ass agent. One was way more important than the other, and you knew you’d have to make some sort of decision to balance them both.
Trudging down to the kitchen, in the same clothes that you’ve worn for the past 5 days, you hear some muttering in the direction you were walking. “Why does she keep avoiding me? It’s not like I did anything wrong. I love her, Steve. And I can’t afford to lose her on any mission. Believe me, I know she can handle herself but seeing her in a near death state made me wanna screw the world and do anything to save her.” Hearing Bucky speak like this made your heart flutter and you began to feel bad for the way you had barked at him. The next mission would be interesting, whenever that was. Part of you hoped that you both could go back to the old days where you treated each other as partners and that’s it. But he meant well and had every right to protect you, as you would him.
Walking into the room, the boys stopped talking and stared at your slightly disheveled appearance. Your eyes first hit Bucky’s and your body sunk. HIs eyes looked puffy, he didn’t shave, his hair wasn’t combed, and he looked like utter hell. Steve excused himself and the both of you sat there staring at one another. Bucky grew tense yet cautious at the same time because this was the first interaction you’ve had in a little while. Even you didn’t know what to make of it, but your heart had a different idea. You slowly walked over to him and paused inches away from his solid body.
Staring up into his gorgeous steel blue eyes, you couldn’t help but pull his broad body into a tight hug. He sank into your arms and squeezed you back. He missed this. YOU missed this. Sitting in the warm embrace for a few moments, you murmured quietly into his body, “I’m sorry, Buck.” He smiled briefly against your head pressing a small kiss to it, and answered back sighing, “Me too, Doll. Please no more fights.” You pulled apart and linked your hand with his metal one. “Agree. Look, I know you want to protect me and you have no idea how much I love that about you, but I really can handle myself babe. YOU trained me to do so.” Nodding softly, Bucky pulled your interlocked hands to kiss it, “I know. And I promise not to interfere, but I can’t promise that I won’t stop saving you. You’re all I have.”
Leaning your head onto his warm chest, you rubbed you free hand up and down it, feeling his body relax. “I can’t lose you either. Guess that’s what makes us inseparable.” You both chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You know what I think we could really use right now?” You smirked as Bucky cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that, Doll?” Running a hand through his messy hair, you pressed a small kiss to his lips. “A nap! Because we both look like serious shit and definitely aren’t living up to our expectations.” He let out a loud laugh as he began to bring you with him to the room. “Couldn’t agree more.”
When you both finally settled into your shared bed, skin to skin, and bodies intertwined, you tapped Bucky’s half-asleep body. He hummed in response, not opening his eyes but letting you know he was listening. “I love you, Buck. Thank you for saving my life, really.” He smiled and tugged you closer to him, pressing small kisses to your neck. “Anything for you, Doll. I love you more.” Letting Bucky be himself may cost you becoming a self-driven agent, but if it meant not losing Bucky and keeping him by your side, you’d give up anything.
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A/N: Awwww I hate angsty Bucky x Reader, but I had a lot o fun with this one. I was almost debating whether or not to make it a 2 part thing, but who knows?! PLEASE LIKE, REBLOG, AND COMMENT AWAYYYYY!!!!
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If you're still doing prompts, how about L: “Loving you is easy. Living with you takes some getting used to.” for Chasemarsh? Seems fitting for those two. ;)
I’m going to level with you here: I never thought I would write chasemarsh, ever. As someone who was bullied hard by girls a whole lot like Victoria when I was a teen, I’ve never super gotten her appeal. And since Victoria canonically bullies Kate to the point of (attempted or otherwise) suicide... Yeah, chasemarsh isn’t really my cup of tea to be honest. So I hope you don’t mind that I went a bit AU with this one and set it in a universe where they didn’t go to school together and therefore don’t have that bully/bullying victim dynamic.
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Victoria’s never been an easy person to live with. She knows this about herself. A lifetime of excessive familial wealth compounded by parental neglect has left her utterly incapable of being a good roommate. She tends to forget that people who do not keep her insomniac hours do not generally appreciate loud music after midnight. That if you’re sharing a DVR with someone else they think it rude if you delete their shows to make room for your own before they’ve had a chance to watch them. She forgets that dishes left scattered around the apartment will not migrate to the dishwasher by themselves and will, in fact, grow mold if left to their own devices for long enough. That dirty clothes, too, do not magically launder themselves when you do not have servants to take care of them for you. That roommates, for that matter, are not servants and do not appreciate being treated as such.
She’s lost more roommates than she can easily keep count of, honestly.
And so Victoria has gotten used to living alone. It’s not necessarily her preference - she can’t cook worth a damn, for one thing, and she gets lonely much too easily - but it has long been her lot.
Until she met Kate. Beautiful, sweet Kate, who’s never had a roommate flee the apartment in terror or in fury once in her life. Good, kind Kate who never raises her voice, never turns aside a person in need, never has a rude word to say about anyone. Lovely, sensitive Kate who opens up to strangers like they’re her oldest friends, who trusts so easily and so completely, whose smile could make the sun rise on command.
She’s exactly the kind of girl Victoria would have absolutely tortured in high school without knowing why she felt so compelled to ruin her life. But Victoria’s twenty-eight now; she’s a grown-ass woman with a masters degree who hasn’t lived under her parents’ roof in almost a decade and who has finally found a decent therapist, and so when she met this humble, gentle, adorable woman she asked her out for coffee like a normal human being instead of tearing her down like the closeted, self-loathing bully she used to be.
One coffee date turned into weekly coffee dates, which turned into twice weekly dinner dates, which turned into changing their NodFace statuses together, which turned into Kate packing up her ludicrously undersized apartment and her cat and moving into Victoria’s ludicrously oversized apartment with her.
It’s been almost five years since Victoria officially deemed herself incapable of cohabitation and gave up on attempting to share her living space (it’s not like she can’t afford rent on her own, after all, so why subject others to her awful living habits?). Living with Kate after living alone for so long is… It’s wonderful, honestly. Weird, definitely, but wonderful. Kate’s aged and one-eyed rescue cat, Nicodemus, has already claimed Victoria’s most comfortable recliner as his own property, clawing the suede to shit and coating it with a thick layer of white fur. He sleeps at Kate’s feet most nights, and the sound of his purring is almost as restful as Kate’s soft and even breathing. Kate makes tea at least twice a day - usually Irish breakfast in the morning and camomile or something fruity at night - so the kitchen always smells warm and welcoming. When Kate has time she cooks, and when she doesn’t they either have leftovers or Victoria orders in. Kate never forgets her turn to clean out Nico’s litter box, never forgets to put her dishes in the dishwasher, never neglects to put her laundry right in the hamper where it belongs.
Kate’s great to live with. The perfect girlfriend and the perfect roommate.
Victoria is… trying. So hard. She’s trying to remember to at least put her dishes in the sink or the washer instead of leaving them around the house until she runs out of clean dishes. She’s trying to make sure her laundry actually finds its way into the hamper, and she succeeds about eight times out of ten. She’s trying to remember to feed the cat when it’s her turn, to not delete Kate’s shows off the DVR, to not make too much noise when she wakes up in the middle of the night, to only take up one space in the driveway. She’s trying to clean up her own messes. She’s trying not to take advantage of Kate’s generosity.
Victoria is trying, but Victoria is failing. She realizes this when she returns from her morning jog and finds Kate curled up with Nico in “his” chair with her morning cup of tea and tears rolling down her cheeks. The coffee table is crowded with photography books, Victoria’s coffee cups from the last three (at least) days, and the Chinese takeout containers from last night that Victoria had sworn up and down she would put in the fridge. The smell of expired Chinese food nearly drowns out the earthy scent of Kate’s tea completely. Beneath that, Victoria can smell the litter box she was supposed to scoop out this morning before she left because it’s her turn and she forgot again. There are several places on the floor where it looks like Victoria melted into a puddle and left her clothes behind as they fell from her liquified body.
Kate looks up over the mess to Victoria, her sweet brow creased and her gentle eyes shimmering with tears.
“Katie…” Victoria’s eyes dart around the room, taking in the now obvious overwhelm. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up. I’ll fix it. I’m so sorry.”
Kate gestures helplessly at the disaster of a room around her. “Tori, I… This is horrible. I can’t relax like this. I’ll help, but I can’t do all of it. I’ve got work in an hour, and I can’t--”
Tears spring to Victoria’s eyes. Her head is spinning. She’s been here before too many times: a roommate cowering in horror of the trainwreck that is Victoria’s life, absolutely at her wit’s end with Victoria’s failings. “Katie, I swear, I’ll do better, I promise. Please don’t leave. I know I’m a mess, and this is all my fault, and you can’t take it anymore, but please don’t hate me. Please stay with me; I can’t lose you.”
“Hey,” Kate says tenderly, uncurling her hand from around Nico to beckon Victoria over. “Tori, sweetheart, I’m not leaving and I don’t hate you. I love you. Come here.”
Victoria wades through the mess and kneels by Kate’s side. Nico’s cool, wet nose sniffs at her forehead a couple of times before he loses interest and resumes sleeping on Kate’s lap, blissfully oblivious to Victoria’s heart breaking in her chest. She rests her head gratefully on the soothing warmth of Kate’s thigh, and Kate’s hand rests lightly in her hair, stroking it soothingly. “I’m sorry, Katie. I know I’m a nightmare to live with. I should have warned you before you moved in so you wouldn’t be stuck with me.” Tears weigh down Victoria’s eyelashes as her brain counts up her countless failings as a life partner and as a human being. “I don’t know why you love me,” she mumbles. “I’m a miserable person. I’m unloveable.”
“Victoria Chase,” Kate says softly but in a voice that brooks no argument. “You are not unloveable. Loving you is easy.” She glances around and giggles a bit despite her red-rimmed eyes. “Living with you takes some getting used to.” She brushes Victoria’s bangs out of her teary eyes gently enough that Victoria can actually believe that she is beloved. “But hey. We’ll both work on it. Together. Okay?”
“Okay,” Victoria sighs into the comfort of Kate’s skin, and she lets the tension drain from her shoulders. She isn’t perfect, and she never will be. But she’s becoming a better person every day. And if Kate is willing to stay with her through it, maybe she can become a better roommate, too.
#prompt fill#prompt fic#prompt ghost#ghost writes#fanfic#life is strange#victoria chase#kate marsh#chasemarsh#alternate universe where victoria didn't bully the crap out of kate
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whatever our souls are made of (his and mine are the same), pt. 11
Welcome back to another addition to my collection, hope you all like it.
Just want to say this is a two-parter so be sure to read tomorrow’s one-shot too for the resolution!
You can also read it here.
See ya!
my love is so hard to disguise
Prompt: You can tell me anything. I won’t listen though
Summary: No matter what Rukia says, Ichigo just cannot stop himself from protecting her.
“What the hell was that?” Rukia tells him as soon as they reach her office.
Ichigo shrugs in response. “Me putting some bastards on their place.”
“Uhu… So that wasn’t you acting like an ass for no reason?”
Her voice drips with sarcasm, something he doesn’t appreciate, but he can see her point of view.
“I wasn’t being an ass for no reason.” He shots back.
“Oh really?”
“I had every reason to be an ass.”
Ichigo probably shouldn’t have said that with such pride.
He knows Rukia won’t see the humor in the situation.
Still, he can’t help it.
“Oh, and who are you to fight with my trainees again?” She replies, crossing her arms and looking less amused by the minute.
Crap.
“Look, I’m not going to apologize for that.” He quickly admits.
“I may have gone overboard. But they had it coming.”
Rukia sighs as she hides her face on her palms.
It seems that she’s about to admonish him.
Yet, she doesn’t.
“Ichigo, tell me, who is in charge of this division?” She asks instead.
“You.”
“And after me, who is in charge?”
“Kiyone and Sentarō.”
“And after them?”
“Whoever is fourth seat.”
“So, tell me again, why was it that you had to scold the new trainees?”
He grumbles in reply.
“What was that?”
She raises an eyebrow at him, daring him to lie.
“I didn’t have to.” He says out loud.
“Glad you’re self-aware.”
Oh, the sarcasm continues.
Bad sign.
But Ichigo’s not about to back down.
“But I wanted to.”
That’s obviously not the right answer as Rukia curses under her breath.
“Damnit, Ichigo! Why?” She whines.
And Rukia is not a whiner.
So that means he has really screwed up this time.
However, his position remains unyielding.
“They were talking shit about you behind your back, so I couldn’t let that stand.”
She sighs.
“When that happens, you tell me about the situation so I can solve it! You don’t just step in and deal with something that pertains to me.”
“Sorry not sorry, Rukia. I can’t just let that stuff go.”
He stubbornly continues.
“And why’s that?”
“The moment someone is being rude to you, I must step in.”
That gets her angrier.
“Ichigo, it’s not your job to defend me, much less from my direct subordinates.”
And he knows that.
He gets it.
Rukia is short, young-looking, and a woman in a very patriarchal society.
Not to mention she’s fairly new at being a lieutenant.
Then there’s the whole issue with her being from a noble clan and all.
In cases like this, she is the one who needs to assert respect.
But when he heard the new trainees complaining about Rukia, calling her every name on the book, from spoiled rich brat to incompetent Shinigami, he hadn’t been able to remain quiet.
Much less when they had said she shouldn’t be in charge as she was too busy being “the Substitute Shinigami’s whore.”
That he definitely couldn’t let pass.
So Ichigo had followed his instincts and done what he had thought was appropriate.
Kicking their asses.
And he knows Rukia should have handled it.
But the name calling had bothered Ichigo way more than he would have thought.
It had been a dig to his own insecurities, of taking too much of her time, of Rukia being ignored or disrespected due to his presence.
And the way these trainees had defined their relationship had been the last straw.
Was that how they looked to the outside world?
He has to wonder.
Was Rukia seemingly nothing to him but someone he could use for sex?
That statement was beyond derogatory.
And Ichigo knows that Rukia has been called many names before.
From the time she was a child growing up in the Rukongai to when she was adopted by the Kuchiki Clan, she had been called many things.
Street rat.
Spoiled.
Robber.
Stuck-up.
Undeserving.
But Ichigo never wants to be the reason why someone feels the need to insult her.
So he had snapped.
In hindsight, maybe he should have just been mildly terrifying.
Maybe a bit of yelling would have sufficed.
That has never been his style though.
Truthfully, he hadn’t beaten them up like he would’ve done in the past.
It had just been enough to scare them from furthering offending their very capable and admirable lieutenant.
Yet Rukia hadn’t been amused or thankful.
Ichigo does get it.
It’s just… he can’t just let such things happen.
He can’t watch silently as the woman he admires so much gets insulted by the people that should be respecting her.
It is the very least Rukia deserves after all she has done to improve and get to where she is.
“I get your point.” He concedes.
“You do?” She says, clearly skeptical. “Because it doesn’t look like you’re listening to me.”
“Oh, I hear you, Rukia. I’m just not going to stop doing things my way.”
Yet, he stands his ground on this issue.
“Ichigo, we’ve been through this! I can’t take care of myself.”
“I know that. And I don’t doubt it. You’re a badass. You’ve saved my skin more times than I can count. It’s just, I can’t just stand there and let other people insult you. Not on my watch.”
Rukia sighs again.
“You know what they’re going to think, right? That I have a guard dog waiting there to bite anyone who’s against me.”
Guard dog?
That doesn’t sound so bad.
“Damn right you have. They’re gonna think twice before being disrespectful now.”
“That’s not going to solve the issue here.” She deadpans.
“Maybe not, but you can’t deny it was satisfying watching grown ass men crying for their moms.”
He jokes to ease the mood and it works.
Rukia chuckles and shakes her head.
“If they accuse me of being a tyrant, it’s going to be your fault.”
She gently admonishes him and Ichigo grins.
“Hey, I accept all responsibility.”
She drops it after that, muttering something around the lines of “you never change.”
Sooner or later it’s going to come up again, though.
But maybe next time he won’t get such a light scolding.
And it’s not as if he doesn’t know what Rukia meant.
He does and he respects it.
However, Ichigo cannot just listen to her on this one thing.
Let people think whatever they want.
Let them accuse him of being overprotective.
Of being her personal guard dog.
They might be right.
Because he will never let anyone hurt Rukia.
Ever.
And if she gets mad or if others criticize them, so be it.
It is the price he must pay for wanting her to be happy.
Because her happiness is everything to him.
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Whumpetition / @badthingshappenbingo prompt #4: sadistic choice (sequel to Buried Alive)
1. I know you’re in there 2. Buried Alive 3. Ambulance Ride (All these whumplets are also in a collection on FF )
Liam sent Milah ahead of him, to prepare the back apartment and find bandages. He didn't trust any of the crew from above. Anyone who thought it wise to bring a child into the underworld was not someone Liam would assume had good judgement. He assessed the damage briefly. Killian's shoulder was dislocated badly, to start. It would need to be set but he couldn't do it on his own while Killian was unresponsive. There was so much, so much to patch up. He shook his head. Better to get Killian over his shoulders now while it couldn't hurt him then to hesitate and make him take the trek back conscious, He made it halfway back to the bar when David came jogging up, his face terse in a way that indicated bad news.
He slowed when he saw Liam, "You got him?"
"Aye." Liam nodded, not slowing. "The boy?"
David shook his head, jaw clenching. "He wasn't at the bar. He might have wandered off but-"
Liam shook his head. "This is no place for a child."
"This is no place for any of us-" David started and Liam stiffened, tightening his grip on Killian.
"Then why are you here?"
"For Emma. And..." David sighed, glancing up at Killian's limp form. "Maybe he's grown on me a little."
"You intend to take him with you?"
"That's why we're here."
"And you have no plan for getting him out of here-"
"We're doing the best we can." David retorted, his tone defensive and Liam scoffed.
"The best you can got him here in the first place, pardon me if I'm unimpressed."
Now it was David's turn to stiffen. "What the hell is your problem?"
"You can't be serious?" Liam's eyebrows went up. "My little brother was tortured then trapped in a coffin underground for a week, maybe longer. And now, Hades is going to use a child you brought here to maintain his power over all of us. That is my problem. If you were not here he could move on, not be used as currency to extradite a bunch of royals from the mess they made."
"Killian was right. You can be an ass. He didn't mention you were so self-righteous."
"He's my little brother," Liam made a little motion that might have been a shrug if he hadn't been carrying Killian over his shoulders. "I am what I need to be to keep him safe."
David was quiet a moment as they approached the bar. He paused as he reached the door, one hand on the handle but not opening it.
"She loves him too, Liam" David said after a moment. "Don't be cruel." David didn't wait for an answer before he opened the door, holding it open for Liam to carry Killian through.
Emma looked up immediately, meeting his eyes for a split second before turning her attention to Killian. Her eyes were red from crying and she looked lost. Liam carried Killian into the back apartment and Emma and David helped get him down from Liam's shoulders without jarring him.
"His shoulder needs to be set," Liam commented, "preferably before he wakes." Milah had gathered all they needed but stayed seated in a chair next to the window, her eyes distant. Liam wanted to go to her but Killian needed him now. The more they could patch him up before he woke the less agonizing it would be. "I can do it but I'll need someone to hold him-"
Emma shook her head. "Let me-" Her hand began to glow and she gently pressed it to his shoulder first then began to touch each of the wounds she could see. Bruises faded before his eyes and abrasions knitted together as she systematically found and mended all the evidence of Hades attention. Tears slipped down her face when she reached his hand, battered and bloody from trying to escape for so long. She kissed it softly when it was mended and Liam's gaze on her softened. He lifted Killian to a sitting position as she made her way to his back where the shredded leather of his jacket was a grotesque preamble to what lay beneath. Her magic left behind only pale scars, but they were light, barely noticeable next to the ones which Killian had carried for centuries.
When she was finished Liam laid Killian back on the cot, where his rest finally looked peaceful. "Should we wake him?" Liam asked cautiously.
"Let him sleep," Emma murmured. "He's been through enough. He's earned a decent night's sleep."
"I'm sorry about your son, Emma."
Emma swallowed hard. "We're going to find him. Do you think..." Emma paused swallowing again her breath shaky. "Do you think Hades is hurting him?" Liam winced. He was not prepared for this. When he told her no, though, it was the truth. "After all he did to Killian, you don't think-" her voice was hopeful, but she was watching him intently as though she could see a lie on his face.
"He's waited centuries to get his claws into my brother. Your son, he's a way to get Killian back. He won't risk that."
"Why does he want Killian to suffer like this?"
Liam glanced at the ground with a sigh. "Hades expected to get Killian years ago. Cheating death makes Hades ... ornery."
Emma nodded. She took Killian's hand in hers again for a moment then sighed. "I should get back to Regina, look for some way-"
"What about how you found Killian. I know this place, if you could describe a location perhaps, perhaps I could help."
"We tried. Hades must have figured out how we found Killian. He's blocking us now." Liam nodded then stood, making his way over to a desk, small and tidy in the corner of the room. Milah didn't look away from the window as he opened a drawer next to her and pulled out a stack of papers.
"What are they?" Emma asked.
"Maps."
"Of what?"
"Everything." Liam shuffled through them and pulled out one in particular. "There's a system of tunnels below. He has... cells there where.." Liam trailed off. "It might be a good place to start looking. But one of us will need to come with you. Only the dead can open the passage."
"I'm going." Milah said, her tone allowing no argument.
Liam raised his brow, "Perhaps you should watch over Killian, I know those tunnels-"
"I'm going," she repeated. "I'm going to help find my grandson."
Liam gaped at her for a moment, trying to work out the logic of what he'd just heard. "Your grandson-" he stammered.
Milah smiled half-heartedly. "I looked like that didn't I?" she asked Emma.
"Pretty damn close," Emma replied. "Thank you, Milah."
Milah stood, gathering up the maps. "We should go. Tonight. Now. Before Hades gets bored."
Emma nodded and stood as well glancing down at Killian's sleeping form. "If I wake him he won't be able to sleep."
"Likely not," Liam replied.
"Tell him I'm sorry, if he wakes before I return."
Liam nodded "Hurry Emma. It does not take long for Hades to get bored."
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Liam heard arguing from outside the apartment. Apparently some of the woman's family objected to her plan to go alone, with only Milah as backup. It was the only way, though, and how any of them thought that an entire Royal family could march through the tunnels without being noticed was nonsense.
She must have convinced them, though, because in short order the raised voices quieted replaced by low murmuring and the clinking of glasses. Apparently someone was helping themselves to his stock. The back apartment was small, the cot only big enough for one and a small chair next to his desk the only other seating. Liam laid his head down on the desk for a moment. He hadn't slept much for over a week and he just needed a moment-
The next thing he knew he was bolting upright to the sound of screaming. He drew his blade instantly, eyes darting about the room. The door from the bar slammed inwards and David led the charge, with Snow and Regina looking tousled but similarly armed a step behind him. They lowered their weapons almost instantly as Liam continued to scan for the danger.
The screaming faded to choked sobs and Liam's stomach dropped, turning from the danger he now realized was not coming to face the cot. Killian was still asleep, sobbing and trembling, curled in on himself in the cot.
"I have matches behind the bar," Liam ordered, not caring who followed the instruction. "Bring every lamp you can find." He sank next to Killian, a hand gentle on his shoulder. "Killian open your eyes. I've got you little brother, open your eyes." By the time Liam had coaxed Killian into wakefulness the room was glowing with the flickering light of a half dozen lamps.
"Liam?"
"I'm here. You're alright. I've got you."
The trembling grew worse but his cheeks flushed with shame. "I'm sorry-"
"You've nothing to apologize for." Liam rubbed Killian's back gently until the trembling abated, watching as Killian's eyes flicked from lamp to lamp.
"I could hear you. Below. When you-" Killian's voice still shook. "I think it's the only reason I did not go mad. Hearing you. Knowing that there was still something there, beyond the black. Gods, brother, I didn't think I was ever getting out of that box."
"A temporary respite," Hades voice dripped malace and Liam spun, Hades lounged against the wall, watching them with gleeful eyes. Where are your lovers, captain?"
Killian paled, his eyes darting around the room.
Liam stood, ignoring the smirk in Hades' eyes. "They had things to discuss," he lied smoothly, "and thought a walk might ease the tension."
"Pity, I should like them to have seen this."
"Seen what?" Killian retorted.
"Seen you return to your coffin of course." Everything went dark for a moment then Killian stumbled, nearly toppling back into the gaping hole Hades had dragged them to the edge of. Liam grabbed his arm, steadying him and Killian scrambled backwards, putting some distance between himself and the coffin.
"No-" Killian whispered.
"No?" Hades eyes widened as though in shock. "I expected better of you captain, when the life of a child depends on you. Are you a coward?"
"Where is Henry?" Killian asked tremulously. It made Liam sick to hear Killian like this. How many times had he begged his little brother to control his temper. Now he'd give anything to see something of the old spark in Killian's eyes.
"Henry is hanging, rather precariously I might add, over the river of lost souls. Waiting, with some anticipation to learn if he will be taking a swim tonight."
"No!"
"Oh yes. But you can save him. All you have to do..." Hades waved dismissively at the gaping hole.
"I'll go," Liam said instantly, "I'll go below in his stead. Let the boy go, leave Killian be and you can have me instead-"
"I want him," Hades hissed.
"Surely we can come up with some kind of arrangement," Liam askes, "Lord Hades, surely-"
"Not. This. Time."
Killian was trembling again, just enough that Liam could feel it when he pressed closer to him. "You'll let the boy go?" Killian asked, "If I do as you wish, you'll let him and his family return home?"
"Well aren't you clever. Now all I said is that I wouldn't throw him in the river. But ... I'm feeling generous. You return below and I let them go home. Do we have a deal?"
"How do I know I can trust you to keep your en-"
Hades' hair flared bright for a moment and a flash of anger erupted over his features only to be replaced by calmness almost immediately. "Liam. Tell your brother if I keep my deals." Liam shook his head minutely and Hades eyes narrowed. "Tell him or I will."
"He … he does, Killian." It made him sick to say it but the rage hiding behind Hades' eyes made Liam break out in a cold sweat. If he aggravated Hades now they might just end up in the river. "He keeps his deals. But-"
"I'll do it." Killian's voice came out rough and likely quite a bit quieter than he wanted.
"No," Liam tried to interrupt. Hades shot him a look and suddenly there was fabric stuffed in his mouth.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to interrupt." Hades chastised. Killian sagged minutely as he approached the box and Liam stumbled to Killian's side, ripping the cloth from his mouth.
"You don't have to do this-" Liam whispered.
"I do." The words were barely audible, little more than a shaky breath as Killian stepped into the box. Liam's hand gripped Killian's forearm like a vice and Killian looked at him, confused and distant, as though some part of him was already gone.
"He really does," Hades pointed out in a helpful tone. "And if you don't let him do this, the child is gone. But there is one way you can help him."
Liam looked up, meeting Hades eyes and finding no comfort there.
"Close the box." Hades said with a grin. Liam's eyes widened in horror. "Close the box or no deal."
"I can't-" Liam whispered turning away from Hades to look at Killian. He looked pale and frightened and so young. Gods Killian was hundreds of years old and when Liam looked at him it was as though looking into the face of a frightened teenager, half defiance and half terror and Liam just wanted to make it stop. The top of the coffin was still on the ground, the underside streaked with rust colored stains that Liam did not want to think about.
"No," Liam begged. He spun on Hades, the practiced motion of placing himself between Killian and the enemy of little use here. "Please, take me. Lord Hades, Killin isn't the reason you-"
Hades interrupted with a laugh. "Allow me to assist you," with a flick of his fingers the top of the box was lifted to the air and settled down over the box leaving only Killian's head exposed. Killian winced visibly, his chest rising and falling in something rapidly approaching panic. "Close the box, Captain." Hades repeated, his voice suddenly low and dangerous. "The boy has only moments, and you waste them."
"I can't," Liam shook his head, kneeling next to the box, the words for Killian now as he turned his back on Hades. "Killian I can't do this, I won't-"
Killian swallowed hard, quiet a moment before he reached and took Liam's hand. "If I let any harm come to the boy when I could have stopped it," Killian said quietly. "she'd never forgive me." Liam shook his head violently.
He felt for the boy, truly, and he despised Hades for using a child as a tool like this but this was Killian. This was the boy he had raised, the boy he had tried and failed to protect so many times. The boy he'd kept safe from the terrors of the dark with oil lamps when he could manage it and with distraction when he couldn't. And now to lock Killian back in the dark again, to trap Killian in his childhood terrors that he'd only just escaped from. He remembered the way Killian had clung to him when he woke, screaming, only minutes ago. He'd told his little brother he was safe now, held him until the shaking stopped and told him he'd keep him safe now. ""Liam-" Killian's voice was unsteady but there was something in his eyes that grabbed Liam's attention and kept it. "Liam, if I let something happen to Henry I'd never forgive myself." Killian squeezed Liam's hand tightly, "And I'd rather see your face than his before I go into the dark."
"This is all very sweet," Hades commented, tone bored, "but I tire of your stalling."
Liam squeezed Killian's hand once more and then rocked back, his hands trembling on the lid of the coffin. There was fear in Killian's eyes, but it wasn't just the darkness that scared him. There was a desperation that matched his own. Killian felt responsible for the boy, this Henry. The boy who was not his blood but who put a look on Killian's face that Liam had only ever seen in a mirror.
"I'll find a way," Liam whispered, "I won't abandon you here."
"I know." the look Killian offered him was not quite a smile, but it was an attempt.
The top of the coffin slid into place with a dull thud and Liam lowered his hands stiffly to his sides as he turned to face Hades.
"The boy?"
"Will be returned to his mother by morning. So long as Killian remains in his final resting place they will be permitted to leave this place but Captain?"
Liam looked up, trying to mask the hatred in his eyes.
"If that coffin opens so much as a crack, I will know. And if you try to free him once the boy is gone, it will be the river instead. For both of you."
Liam nodded, a mask of obedience centuries in the making slipping over his features to hide the rage. Hades vanished and Liam sank back down to his knees next to the coffin. It was quiet.
What if Killian had changed his mind? What if he was crying out for help. What if it was too much.
What if this broke him?
He wanted to fling the top open, wanted to pull Killian free. Liam rested his head against the wood.
"Stay strong, little brother," Liam murmured. "You're not alone."
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The Backside Closed
Pairing: Dean x Reader, with Sam and Cas
Warnings: Smut, anal, language, drinking, going to a strip club, crazy amount of flirting, Dean being a sweetheart one second and an ass the next.
A/N: Written for @notnaturalanahi ANA’S CRACK CHALLENGE # 2 TWSS EDITION. This is my first attempt at writing crack. I have no earthly idea what I’m doing. I hope you have fun reading this. I hate giving things titles.
Prompt: The backside closed
Word Count: 4.5K
The sound of a car alarm woke you from your hazy drunken sleep. The spot next to you was empty, Sam must have gone for a run. You and Dean had gotten drunk together last night at a bar because you both had convinced Sam to let you guys have a couple of days off but instead of sleeping next to your best friend like normal, you had to sleep next to Sam.
Dean had literally past out on the bed diagonally with his arms and legs completely taking up the full expanse of the bed. You tried to move his heavy ass, unfortunately when he was like this he was an immoveable rock of muscle and bones. You made sure Dean’s boots were taken off before you passed out yourself.
Sam was like a personal space heater, which is great for the winter but it was the dead of summer and the AC at this motel was shit plus he would often times ended up kicking you during the night. Dean was nothing like Sam, sure he was warm but never hot and sweaty. Dean also laid pretty still at night unless he had a nightmare then he would pull you in close and spoon you all night. He had become your rock in this world and sure you had a slight crush on the man but everytime you thought about making it more you decided that it would be better off if it just stayed the same.
You turned your head expecting to see Dean still asleep in the other bed. Surprised, you noticed that not only was he gone but his bed was made. Maybe he left to get some breakfast. God, you hoped he brought back some aspirin, your head was splitting open. You wallowed on your stomach in a sea of self-pity for a few moments until the door opened allowing for a flood of bright light to pour in the room only making your head ache worse. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw the most wonderful sight, Dean’s amazing smile with a bag of food and coffee for all of you.
“Morning Gorgeous!” He greeted you. You grunted back. “Now I could get used to looking at that everyday.”
Oh goodness you must have stripped down to just your bra and panties sometime during the night. You probably got over heated under the covers with Sam. You wiggled your ass at Dean and he promptly smacked your butt cheek, earning him a yelp from your lips. He placed your cup of coffee on the night stand and you sat up covering your lower half with the sheet.
“Thank you Dean” you whispered as you blew on the hot coffee. “You didn’t get any…”
You stopped your train of thought when he pulled out a white bottle from his pocket and shook it. “I think I love you. Will you marry me, Dean Winchester?” You joked.
“Just tell me when and where, Sweetheart.” He sassed back.
You both chuckled, then you groaned, “how are you even up? You drank just as much as me.”
“Actually I didn’t. You drank almost twice as much as me and I was fucked up but you weigh like 70 lbs less than me and you were still holding your own.” He stated.
“Oh ok” you didn’t doubt him, you did drink a lot, the guys at the bar kept buying you rounds and you lost count a few times, “Well when my legs start working again, I’ll come eat breakfast.”
Dean walked over flung the sheets off you and removed the coffee from your hands. “Hey!” You cried. He set the coffee on the table.
He put his arm under your legs and the other around the back. “Hold on.” You grasped him around his neck, he picked you up and gently placed you in the chair by the table. He walked to his duffel and held out a shirt, “Will this work?”
You nodded and put the shirt on, he quickly grabbed your pills and coffee and set them in front of you. Being this dazed and foggy was never fun but shit, if Dean wasn’t doing everything to make you feel better. “Your going to want to take at least three or four of those now and maybe a few more later today. I got you lots of carbs to soak up all that alcohol.”
Your eyes went wide at the mention of food. The container had three massive pancakes in it, you weren’t sure if you eat it all but damn, you going to try. The door swung open and a sweaty Sam walked in
“Smells good! Did you get me something?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, they had this healthy platter, egg white omelette, whole wheat toast and fruit.” Dean informed.
“Thanks.” Sam ran to the bathroom to wash up before breakfast. Sam sat next to you, your head was on the table as you ate your pancakes through side of your month. “Umm are you still going to join me at the museum today (Y/N/N)?”
“Sure, once the room stops spinning.” You chuckled.
He scolded his brother, “Why did you let her drink that much?”
“She is a grown ass woman. She can make her own decisions.“ Dean responded.
“Hey, don’t blame Dean. I drank, it’s my fault. He’s been the best this morning.” Your voice was low and slow. “You should join us today, Dean.”
“Oh no, Sweetheart. I spend too much time in old boring places anyways.” He protested.
“Come on Dean, Sammy won’t take care of me like you will. You never want to go and do the things we want to do.” You whined.
“That’s because what you two like to do is boring.”
You were starting to come out of the fog, you guessed enough food, drugs and caffeine would do that. “Make you a deal, come out with us today and I’ll go do something fun with you.”
A boyish smirk stretched across his face, shit, what did you just agree to? “Anything?”
“Anything within reason Dean Winchester.”
“Ok, I’ll go with you guys. Let me think on what we can do for fun.” Dean chuckled.
Wow this was either the best or worst idea ever. Dean always had an unexpected side.
At the art museum, Sam really enjoyed the modern and abstract work while Dean liked the paintings of rolling hills and simple times with families. You thought about finding him a print to hang in his room. The day wore on and Dean kept checking to make sure you were ok. He even seemed to be having fun.
“(Y/N/N), I could paint this. Why would someone pay for this?” Dean asked looking at some splatter art.
“Not sure but if you like it I’m sure we could recreate something similar back at the bunker.”
“Nah, you know I’m a perfectionist. Working on this would kill me.” He chuckled and you took his arm and moved on to the next room. It had been hours, you were feeling so much better thanks to the best nurse ever, but it worried you that he hadn’t mentioned what he wanted to go do.
On the way back from the museum, you all were pretty tried and your feet were a little swollen. You fell face first on the bed once you got to the motel. “Oh no Sweetheart, don’t fall asleep on me now. Remember, you promised we do something fun.” Dean told you.
“Are we doing that tonight?” You asked.
“Of course.”
You turned over, “what the hell are we doing?”
“Not telling.”
“I not going unless you tell me what we are doing.” You said crossing your arms.
“Ok ok, we are going to a strip club.” He informed. You heard Sam chuckled from a distance.
“So is there a male review I don’t know about?” You questioned with sass in your voice.
“God no, I sure hope not.” He scoffed.
“Then why do you think I would want to go?” You stood up waving your arms a little.
“What it’ll be hot! I’ll buy you a lap dance.” You gave Dean the best bitch face possible. “Ok I’ll also pay for your drinks.”
“You really think I want to drink after last night,” he stared you down after your comment, “dammit, you know I want a drink.” You laughed, “ok, ok. Dumbass, I’ll go. Get your keys.”
“Oh whoa, whoa, whoa. You aren’t going looking like that.” Dean protested.
“What do you mean? I look fine.”
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and hesitantly started, “It’s better if the dancers think your straight.”
You glanced down at your outfit. You were wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and boots. “What you think I look like a lesbian? I hope you know, I get plenty of ass looking like this, you dick. Sam back me up here. I don’t look like a lesbian, do I?”
Sam looked so shocked that you brought him into the argument. “It’s just that you normally don’t look very feminine.”
“That’s just great. Ya’ll could have said something before now.” You pulled your plaid shirt and tank top off over your head. Both men just watched you, they tried not to but every few seconds they just had to look over at you. You slipped the plaid shirt over your head again, unbuttoning it then quickly tying it the front of the shirt. “Better?”
The Winchesters both tilted their heads and nodded. You ran off to the bathroom to brush your hair and put some make up on. You were pissed off. ‘Not feminine, my ass. I am damn sexy. Those fuckers.’ you mumbled to yourself as you got ready. “Alright you Son of a Bitch, let’s get this over with.” You basically spat at him.
A loud bass line pumped from the strip club as you got out of the Impala. You looked at the seedy joint and cringed, “it’ll be ok, (Y/N/N).”
You weren’t as pissed as earlier, Dean sang to you in car, “I know Dean. I’ll just need a drink as soon as we get in there.”
He chuckled, “I can make that happen.”
You both walked to the bouncer on back of the building. “
The backside closed
” he pointed to the front of the building.
“That’s what she said.” Dean joked with the guy, pointing at you. The man just rolled his eyes.
“Don’t listen to my friend.” You drug Dean’s smug ass to the front of the club. “Really Dean” you smacked his arm hard.
Dean immediately placed a drink in your hand before you even sat down. I couple of really skanky women came out and danced, they had fake everything, Dean sat and drooled over each one. “What about her? She’s beautiful. She would give you a great lap dance.” Dean asked.
“Umm no. I’ll let you know when I see one I like.”
After a few more songs, a very pretty, natural looking girl came on stage and danced. You watched her intently as she gyrated against the pole. “Her!” You pointed to the lovely blonde on stage.
He seemed excited when you finally made a decision, he got her attention before she got off the stage. She made her way over in five inch heels, “She would like a dance.” Dean told her.
A bunch of men started to watch you and the stripper as she began trying to seduce you. “Is there somewhere more private?” You asked her. Not enjoying the thirty plus eyes focused on you.
She took you and Dean to a room in the back, it was so much quieter with a sectional couch. The girl danced curving her body in a tantalizing shape before climbing on top of you. “By the way, what’s your name?” She asked.
“(Y/N).” You replied.
“I’m Sapphire.” She said with a low raspy voice.
You tilted your head, “Really? Sapphire. I’m not some horny stalker.”
She thought about it for a second, “ok, I’m Stephanie.”
“Better.”
“So are y'all together?“ Stephanie asked grinding on you.
You scoffed, “Dean and I. No not at all.”
“Well he wants to be with you. I can tell.” Her voice whispered in your ear.
“No he just wants to see two women together.” You looked over watching him try and controI himself.
“Would you like to kiss me?” Stephanie inquired.
You thought about it, she was hot and reminded you of your best friend from high school “Sure.” You answered. “Hey Dean watch this!” you called out as you reached up pulling Stephanie’s lips to yours.
“Oh fuck!” Dean breathed out, you looked at him intently while your tongue massage Stephanie’s tongue.
Breaking away from the kiss, “How was that?”
“Really good!” She said.
Dean was palming himself, “Yeah that was awesome! Please continue.”
“Tell me something Stephanie, you don’t have to work a second job, do you?” You asked.
“Oh no, I make plenty of money.” She giggled.
“Really? Like how much?”
She cupped your ear whispering, “Last year, I made $120,000.”
Your face contorted into shock and you would have stood up if she wasn’t on top of you, “You made how much!” All you could think about was that you and the boys didn’t have anything unless you were hustling pool or running credit card scams. “You make that much and all you have to do is shake your ass?”
“Yeah, you know the boss is always looking for new girls and you have a great body. We have an amateur hour starting at 10pm.” You looked at your watch it was ten after nine.
Stephanie got up and stood next to her you, “Hey Dean, you wanna see me strip?”
“Hell yeah!” He said wiggling his eyebrows. Stephanie drug you out of the champagne room. “I’m callin’ Sam and Cas.” Dean yelled out.
“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off.
Back stage was fun there were a ton of people yelling and running all over the place. Stephanie got the attention of one of the managers, “Lenny, this is (Y/N/N) she wants to perform for amateur hour.”
He was tall, decent looking and made a lot of eye contact. He looked you over, took your hand and spun you around. “Alright, very nice. That’s good work Sapphire. Get her into an outfit. She is our first and only amateur tonight. This your first time, Darlin’?”
“Yes it is.”
“Don’t worry doll! We got your back. I’ll make sure the guys out front treat you good and tip big.” He winked flashing a great smile.
Stephanie, and two of the other girls helped with your hair and makeup. One girl held up a sexy cop outfit and a nurse outfit. “Which one?”
You sipped your bourbon and laughed, of all the decisions you were going to make today this was a fun one. Jody and Donna would not like the cop outfit and Dean had a thing for nurses, so dammit, the nurse outfit it was. You got to play pretend all the time but this was so different, you weren’t doing this because of some case, this was for you and to get Dean a little hot and bothered.
“Wow you clean up nice. Good job girls!” Lenny praised. “Your name is (Y/N/N) right, well we never use the girls’ real names so tonight you are Bunny.” He pulled back the curtain just to let you pop your head out for a second. “Sapphire said you came with a friend. He still out there?”
“Yeah, and he brought two of my other best friends.” You said rubbing your hands together. You were nervous now. You never get nervous. They had seen you with very little clothes on before but not like this.
“I understand that you are nervous. You look great! The guys are going to love you. Your friends aren’t going to cause any problems for me?” Lenny asked.
“No they shouldn’t.”
Lenny got on the mic, “Men, have we got a treat for you! This is her first time to the stage. Put your hands together, she is beautiful, and all– natural. And it looks like she already has her own cheering section. Boys, please welcome the lovely and talented “Bunny!”
The lights were blinding as your borrowed clear six inch heels led you to the stage. You heard the beat of ‘Doctor Feelgood’ play over the speaker and you could hear the Winchesters hooting from the floor as walked out. It took no time for your eyes to lock on to Dean, your body snaked as you wiggled your hips on stage. You had never felt so exposed but so empowered that every mans’ eyes were on you. You practically glided to the edge of the stage that Dean had been sitting at, he held out a twenty for you of which you gladly bit from his hand. “You look so hot!” Dean mouthed to you.
“Oh damn!” Sam yelled out. You turned your attention to him. Curling your finger at him, you danced your way low on stage and directed Sam to put some bills in your garter. His dimples shined and you smiled back at him.
Poor little stoic Cas sat there with his arms crossed unsure what to do. Dean handed him a couple of fives. “Come here, Cassie.” You ordered.
“(Y/N), I don’t understand, if you need money we would have just given it to you.” Cas stated.
You got on all fours shaking your ass for all the other men to see, “I don’t need the money, I’m just doing this for fun.” You sat up and unzipped the front of your outfit just enough to show off your bra. “Why don’t you put that right here?” As your fingers traced the front of your cleavage. Cas’ eyes widened and like a nervous teenager shoved all the bills he had in your bra. You stood feeling good about teasing the boys.
The pole was calling to you, as you watched the girls earlier you remembered what they had done to get the right propulsion to swing around. You were probably stronger than most of the women there, your arms and legs grasp hold of the pole as you leaned back letting your long hair flow. You heard a guy say ‘take it off!’ from the bar. Well that was what you were here to do.
Dean’s emerald eyes watched your every move sure there were other men in the room but none of them truly mattered, you were taking your clothes off for him. Something inside of you changed, the white gloves you were wearing came off first, then you finished unzipping the white nurses outfit. The items fell to the floor and the men kept pouring the cash in the stage. You weren’t even done yet. You pretended that your hands were Dean’s as your hand moved slowly over your body while your hips searched for anything with friction. You bit your lip, you worked your way down to your knees, crawling around the stage making eye contact with all the men. You stood, winking at as many of them as you could then you peeled the the boy shorts down over your perky ass revealing the bright pink thong on underneath. You shook your ass one more good time, bending over so that they all got a good view. Then your set was over and Lenny asks for a round of applause. You quickly grabbed your borrowed clothes and hard earned money, and left the stage.
You put your nurse dress back on before you walked back through the curtains to work the crowd with Stephanie on your arm. Dean stopped you with the most adorable smirk and a hand full of cash, “I get the first dance, Sweetheart.”
“Ok” you giggled.
“Go get him tiger!” Stephanie whispered.
You drug him off to the champagne room, “So how much to get for this?” He held up a hundred.
“You know you’re ass.” You chuckled straddling him. “Put that shit away. I don’t want any of that, I just want you.”
His lips started to curl up then he wet them perfectly, “I’ve wanted to hear that from you for awhile.”
He was already getting hard, your ass rubbed against his soft denim. He pressed his lips against yours, gripping into the meat on your thighs. He held your back scooting as close to you as he could. Your hands danced through his hair before he flipped you over on the couch. “Be honest, you are only doing this cause I danced in that stage.” You asked while he kissed down your chest.
“Maybe, but this is the first time you’ve ever really showed any interest.” He commented.
“That is such BS!” You scoffed, bitting his lip. “If you weren’t so busy chasing waitresses, we could have been doing this after every hunt.”
“Oh really now!” His hands skillfully pulled down the zipper. “You are so beautiful, Sweetheart.” He whispered. “I wish you didn’t have all that make up on.”
“So what I’m too feminine now for ya?”
“No, you’re just a little trashy now.” He put a finger up to your mouth to stop you from spouting anything and everything out of your lips. “I mean it’s fine for one night stands but my girlfriend, I want her to look just like you do every day.”
You grinned liked a crazy person, did Dean just bring up the idea of you being his girlfriend. “So have you ever had sex with a stripper while still at the club?”
“God, I’d thought you’d never ask.” He pressed a firm kiss on your lips.
He pulled you up into his arms and on his lap. You shrugged off the rest of your dress, you heard a ripping sound from your thong. “Sorry they just needed to come off.” He shyly said, you didn’t argue.
His lips were full and starting to get swollen as you bit into them more. Your lips sucked a huge dark mark on his neck. Your hands were frantic trying to touch every ounce of skin. The dance had gotten you all worked up. This wasn’t how you thought your first time with Dean would go but ‘fuck it’, you were having a great time. Somehow, you managed to get his belt buckle undone and pushed his pants past his ass. His huge cock rubbed next to dripping wet pussy.
Dean padded down his pockets, “Shit! I don’t have a condom and I know you aren’t on the pill.” Fuck, you thought, he was right you weren’t on the pill and your bag was with the boys.
“Well then we will just have to improvise. You know this backside isn’t closed.” You lifted your eyebrows making sure he understood.
“Yeah?” He questioned.
“Yeah!” You smirked. You let his length get coated in your slick before you turned around on his lap presenting your ass to him. Untying your bra, he cupped your breasts and held you close to his chest. You gently lined him up, the feeling of his blunt head sent a shock down your whole core.
“We can stop if this hurts you, Baby.” He grunted in your ear.
It was a glorious burn of his cock filled your ass inch by inch, no way you were going to stop now. He pinched your nipples only making you buck your hips even more. Fuck it felt so good. You bounced up and down, moving forward, away from his chest, his hands found a home on your hips. You had to resist the urge to scream out, you didn’t want some bouncer to stop this.
He pulled you back closer to him, bathing your neck with his tongue, his steady hand worked its way to your clit, rubbing you roughly making you feel like you would soar above the clouds. He thrusted even harder now, trying to catch his release and yours.
You forgot where you were, your vision when black, you tilted your head back, basking in his manly musk. You let out a very high pitched moan, “Ohhhh!“ His name was said over and over again until you came down from your high, “Fuck, that was awesome!”
“You’re telling me. I’ve never had sex with a stripper.” He chuckled.
“Hey guys, you done in there.” You heard Sam’s voice call out.
You opened the door just enough, “Sammy, can you get Cas’ coat for me?” He obliged, you left your torn off clothes on the floor and bundled up in Cas’ trench coat. The four of you ran from the club and piled into the car.
Not a word was spoken for few, then everyone just laughed with the exception of Cas, who still didn’t understand why you had to take your clothes off. “So, (Y/N/N) when am I going to get a lap dance like Dean did?” Sam questioned.
“Oh Sammy, I don’t think you can handle me, Baby.” You playfully said right before you sucked on his ear lobe. “But then again you probably feel just as good as Dean does.”
You thought Dean would be jelious but he just raised his eyebrow at you. You sat back in your seat, “but I think Cas is man enough to handle me.” You opened up the trench and glided his hands up and down your thigh, real close to your sex. Cassie looked like a deer in headlights, “it’s ok Cas, I won’t bite.” You looked at Dean in the rearview mirror and you both laughed.
“What the hell did you give her to drink tonight?” Sam asked Dean.
“Oh no it wasn’t Dean, it was Stephanie.”
In unison the boys asked, “Who’s Stephanie?”
“Sapphire, the hot as hell stripper who was helping me. Sammy, Sammy, she’d be great for you.” You tapped him on his shoulder.
“I don’t date strippers.” Sam protested.
“Well, your brother does.” You laughed. “Dude, she’s a law student, think about it biatch and I got her number. We could so totally double date. Shit, she could even find a girl for Cas.” You told them.
“Ah, how about we talk about this in the morning when you sober up.” Sam suggested.
You almost feel asleep listening to the purr of Baby’s engine until you saw the shining lights of the hotel. You walked in, handed Cas back his coat, “I’m going to take a shower. This stripper glitter is going to be a bitch to get off.” Your naked form sauntered to the bathroom.
“Damn, Dean I think you got a wild one on your hands.” Sam said putting his hands in his pockets.
“I guess we all needed a couple of days off.” Dean chuckled.
“Oh Dean, aren’t you going to join me?” You yelled over the rushing water.
“Be right there!” He rushed to his duffel. “Can’t forget theses.” He showed Sammy two golden condom wrappers.
“Agh.. gross man!” Sam squinched up his nose.
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season three episodes nine & ten
Okay everyone, after a short hiatus, I’m back and ready to reenter the world of Siesta Key, much like Alex after his long-awaited return in episode three of this season. There’s a lot of ground to cover here, (over yonder and hither north), and a lot of bare ass to see. So let’s just cut to the feeling!
The summer’s third most important event on the Key, following closely behind Alex’s birthday which didn’t happen, and the Kompothecras Autism fundraiser which has yet to happen, is the Fourth of July. We all know how much the cast loves a themed bathing suit party and an excuse to take as many blueberry and watermelon Smirnoff Jello shots as possible, so this day is an honored tradition! But this year, we discover Juliette will not be participating in the annual debauchery. She’s under the impression that Alex and Alyssa will attend BG’s pool party, so in a rare moment of maturity (sorry Jules, but you know it’s true), she decides to work the holiday instead so that Blend, the boutique she works for, will be ready for its opening party. We love to see her contribute so thoroughly to Florida’s flourishing haute couture scene. But she’s mistaken – Alex and Alyssa are actually planning to head to Alyssa’s lake house in Georgia. (Go Dawgs! Sic em! Woof Woof!) Alyssa has invited Alex’s self-proclaimed “posse” consisting of JJ, Jared, Amanda, and Chloe. Her best friend Madi will also be there. I love being introduced to cast members’ friends because the company people keep is very telling of their overall aesthetic and vibe. Madi’s Instagram bio says that “chaos makes the muse,” and from that, I can assume that she’s a basic white girl who is obsessed with Show Me Your Mumu and uppers. How fitting!
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While everyone is finalizing their FOJ plans, Madisson is enjoying a romantic evening at Ophelia’s On the Bay with Ish. This classic Siesta Key establishment is reserved for special occasions, so I’m already at the edge of my seat wondering what is going on in Ish’s shiny, bald head. Ish pulls a small jewelry box out of his pocket, and I’m breathlish. I mean, breathless. Is Ish going to propose?! Madisson’s face lights up, then falls when she sees the box has a necklish in it instead of a ring. Bummer! But rest assured, the jovial grin returns to Madisson’s face moments later when Ish asks her to move in with him! I mean, she’s quite literally giggling with excitement. Whatever happened to playing it cool? In fact, Madisson is SO jazzed that she suggests Ish come to lunch with her entire family soon, since her older sister, Paige will be in town. You may remember Paige as the girl who hooked up with both Pauly and Canvas, two major SK players. Fabulous track record. I can’t wait to see her again.
Country roads, take me home! We have arrived in Albany, Georgia and are ready to hit the lake and celebrate America! But before the celebration can begin, everyone must decide who is rooming with who. Chloe quickly nixes the possibility of Amanda rooming with JJ, and later chastises Amanda for even thinking about rooming with her toxic ex. Between you and me, Amanda looks quite peeved with her friend’s overbearing orders. After everyone gets settled, and Jared makes a connection with Alyssa’s friend Madi, Chloe walks inside and sees Alyssa shucking corn, something Alyssa apparently thinks only happens in the south, even though everyone literally everywhere who eats corn needs to shuck it. Alyssa confides in Chloe about Alex’s recent shuck up – his confession that he was on the phone with Juliette for six hours. Chloe lets it slip that Alex only admitted his wrongdoing to Alyssa after Chloe pushed him to do it, which makes Alyssa angry. She confronts Alex about it, and all I have to say is that if this is any indication of how Alex responds when presented with damning evidence, I do not want him representing me. He immediately gets defensive and angry at Chloe, and as much as I hate to admit it, Alyssa holds her own. She gets mad at Alex for attacking Chloe for simply telling the truth. Instead of just owning up to what he’s done wrong, Alex stammers out a half-apology and looks ready to fight Chloe. Oh no.
Cut to JJ and Amanda, grilling up some burgers and a hot conversation! After discussing their rekindled flame despite their tough past, Amanda tells JJ about another wrench in their road to romance – Chloe’s blatant disapproval. JJ looks really annoyed with the intrusion. I mean, he’s had to deal with BG, the fact that he cheated on Amanda multiple times already, and now this?! It’s so unfair. Speaking of BG, back on the Key, Brandon’s party is in full swing. You know what else is in full swing? The bare ass of a girl attending the party. Listen, I know the show loves to transition scenes by showing close-ups of scantily clad females, but this is just not something I can get behind. (Ha!) In all seriousness though, readers, please consider using something more than floss to cover your asshole if you ever find yourself on national television.
There’s more than one ass at this party, and her name is Kelsey. Sorry Kelsey stans, but this scene is just so violently cringe-worthy that I almost threw the remote at my screen. Kelsey can be so off-putting when she tries to flirt. But she’s hot and on a reality show so I’m not too worried about it. G Baby approaches Kelsey and asks her where “Jakey-poo” is. It’s worth noting that the robots controlling Garrett are becoming increasingly upsetting as well. Kelsey informs the Robot Garret that Jake is “over yonder, hither north” and then giggles/hiccups. I’m actually grimacing as I type this. Their nauseating display reminds me of why they’re actually perfect for each other. Foreshadowing, maybe? Kelsey then asks the question we’ve all been wondering – are Cara and Garrett still talking? Garrett says that they are not talking anymore, which is exactly what BG says about Amanda when Madisson asks. And as the fireworks explode in the night sky, I can’t help but think about the lack of fireworks in the love lives of our beloved cast.
Back at the lake, tensions are rising faster than the current unemployment rate. Chloe seems to be the common denominator in everyone’s annoyance, and at dinner, everything comes to a head. Looking directly at Chloe, Alex asks, “Chloe, I know you like hanging out with us, but are you more of a team Juliette girl?” Chloe warns him “not to go there,” but Alex keeps pushing, accusing Chloe of being “finnicky.” Alex Merriam- Webster Kompothecras back at it again with the BURNS! Nice try buddy, I guess they don’t have vocab in law school. (I believe Alex meant to say “fickle,” but let me know your thoughts.) Chloe fires back by asking Alex a question – why hasn’t he made things official with Alyssa yet? Future Lawyer Alex blesses us yet again with a genius rebuttal: “Why? Because… I’ve… learned that… you shouldn’t push things. And when… the time is right...” Chloe cuts him off by reiterating that Alex still continuously hits Juliette up. At this point, I feel so bad for Alyssa who is just sitting there like a vegetable. But before I can focus on how painfully awkward she must feel, Amanda randomly starts butting in and yelling at Chloe for inserting herself in everyone else’s relationships. Chloe inserting herself in other people’s lives is literally the core theme of the show. Please get over it. Amanda keeps yelling because she’s clearly annoyed with Chloe’s criticism of JJ, and as JJ sits there, harrowingly silent, Chloe tells Amanda to fuck off and storms out of the lake house. Let’s all pray she didn’t drive home. The night isn’t all bad though – after the fight, Jared ends up sealing the deal with Madi, who insists that she “usually doesn’t do this on the first night.” Okay, sweetie. After Jared is unable to perform, the night, which began on an explosive note ends on a rather underwhelming one.
The fourth may be over, but the aftermath from the day remains. And what better way to catch up on the day’s events than over lunch? As Chloe meets up with Juliette to explain what happened at the lake, Madisson takes Ish to meet up with her entire family and break her news to them. I predict that while Chloe and Juliette’s lunch will go swimmingly, Madisson and Ish’s lunch will turn sour quickly. And I’m right! Juliette drinks in every last detail of Chloe’s public fight with Alex. I’m proud of her for steering clear of the drama this time, but I’m not naïve. Juliette can only be on the Key drama-free for so long. Let’s check in with Madisson. As anticipated, this is not going well. After Madisson’s mom asks if she is pregnant, and Madisson’s Dad refuses to acknowledge that she and Ish are anything but “just friends,” Madisson tells her family that she plans to move to Los Angeles with Ish. They appear less than pleased. It is a stark contrast from Madisson’s giddy reaction when he initially proposed the idea. Ish gently reminds her family that while Madisson would like their blessing, she is a grown woman and can make her own decisions. He knows their situation is “so unique”, but hopes they will grow to accept their relationship. Paige, Madisson’s sister, breaks her silence. While Madisson was hoping she might be an ally for their relaysh, she turns out to be team parent. “Unique…?” Paige questions. “Isn’t this more of a cliché? The old Hollywood producer sleeping with the actress…” Ouch! And here I thought her father was the harsh one!
While Madisson’s relationship becomes increasingly rocky, Alex decides to take things up a notch with Alyssa. During a bizarre conversation in which he essentially admits that he still has feelings for his ex-girlfriend, Alex seals the deal with Alyssa and asks her to be official. I wonder what prompted him to take the next step! Could it have been Chloe point-blank asking him why he hadn’t made things official with Alyssa the night before? We may never know. Regardless, Alyssa accepts the clearly sincere offer and Siesta Key has a new power couple. “Wait,” you might be thinking. “New power couple? But what about Ish and Madisson?” Oh, thanks for the reminder. Alex and Alyssa are only able to overthrow this couple because…they’re done. Gasp! In a shocking scene, Ish breaks up with Madisson on national TV. If I’m Madisson, a stunning 25-year-old girl who is D-List famous and kind of intelligent, I’m furious. How dare my old, overweight ex-producer dump my ass in front of all of America. But after Ish says he needs space and doesn’t think they should be together, Madisson just starts to softly cry and runs off-screen, away from her now ex-Father ex-boyfriend. I am torn because I know that Ish means well. It’s like that time in Stephanie Meyer’s classic American novel, New Moon. When Edward realizes that his relationship with Bella puts her safety and ability to lead a normal life at risk, he knows he must leave her. Even if it’s the last thing he wants to do. He must act out of selfless love. Eventually, though, he comes back to Bella…we can only hope for the same fate for Dadisson.
Speaking of exes, let’s check in on everyone’s least favorite exes, Boring Robby and Juliette! Boring Robby is throwing some sort of strange soirée, and it’s a little awkward that Juliette is there considering the last time these two saw each other it ended rather abruptly. But Juliette, on a mature streak, pulls Boring Robby aside and apologizes for the harsh convo. She invites him to the Blend opening as a peace offering, and even though he accepts, Boring Robby can’t help but push for a few more answers. He asks Juliette why she would ever say she loved him, and Juliette responds by explaining that while she did love him, she wasn’t in love with him, because she felt like he was “fatherly.” Okay y’all, you’ve heard of getting friend-zoned, but today we’re introducing you to a new dating trend, getting “dad-zoned!” She ends the talk by saying that she’s ready to make her own decisions without the influence of any man. Yas kween! The only other notable thing that happens at this party is that Garrett refers to himself as the “G-Slanger,” which to me, is really thrilling.
But not everyone is dartying today. Despite their blowout, business aficionados Chloe and Alex must meet at the Crescent Club to “work.” Before they hit the books, Chloe expresses her frustration with Alex. She explains that Alex is now doing the same thing Juliette did at the beginning of the summer. He’s mad at Chloe for continuing to be friends with Juliette. And WHY can’t she be friends with both!? Alex vehemently denies this claim but agrees that they need to find a way to smooth things over with everyone. On a more somber note, Jake comes over to Kelsey’s house and tells her that his father passed away, so he needs to return home. He also breaks things off with her. :( One of those rare actually intense moments in this show.
Blending business and pleasure never works, so when Alex shows up at Blend’s sign hanging, Juliette looks less than amused. Instead of gearing up for the opening party that night, Alex whisks Juliette away from her boss and coworker to have a chat with her. The chat goes absolutely nowhere – they’re literally talking in circles, saying the same things we’ve heard for three seasons. Juliette tells Alex she’s going to pretend like he doesn’t exist, and Alex responds with a menacing smile and says, “see you later.” I’m scared.
It’s time for the official opening of Blend! While I’m still confused as to how they were able to pull it together in time when Juliette went to Greece instead of helping out, I’m so proud of Juliette, Juliette’s random friend Kelly, and Juliette’s bitchy boss Courtney. Great job, ladies! Everyone seems to be having a good time until Alex and Alyssa waltz in. The party crashers, making their debut as an official couple, make their way across the venue. But while Alyssa passes Boring Robby without a second glance, Alex, who has yet to see his “ex-friend who dated his ex-girlfriend,” stops in front of Boring Robby and flicks him on the face. If I’m Alyssa, I’m breaking up with Alex then and there. He might as well take the microphone and scream “I’M NOT OVER JULIETTE” into it. But of course, Alyssa turns the other way and pretends to barely notice it. Boring Robby is still visibly reeling from the flick. Even though he’s trying to pretend like it was funny, you can tell he’s taken aback. Alex approaches him AGAIN, slaps him on the ass, and threatens to “knock [his] fake-ass teeth out.” In true Boring Robby fashion, he simply walks away, refusing to engage and keeping things as boring as possible. Luckily, Boring Robby’s spunky friend Joe is there to keep the reality show on track and talk a lot of shit. He starts by flipping Alex off and saying that Alex “hides behind his money.” Alex responds by bringing up Robby’s penis size. Maybe we’ve gotten it wrong this whole time. Maybe Alex is really into Boring Robby, and is mad at Juliette for getting in the way. Eventually, Alex lunges at Joe and threatens to fight him. As a future lawyer, Alex should know better than to physically attack anyone in public, specifically someone who is a literal walking hate crime, but then again, Alex isn’t known for his intelligence.
The next day, Kelsey heads to Boring Robby’s to make sure her job is still secure in light of all of the chaos that has ensued. (Remember that he’s randomly her boss, lol.) He assures her that all is okay, and has no problem with “continuing to use and abuse her.” I don’t think he got that quote from his collection of bizarre inspirational sayings, but it still made me cringe just the same. When Kelsey brings up the fight, Robby describes it as “par for the course.” I cannot get enough of his expressions! They’re never-ending! Later, when Juliette checks on Boring Robby to make sure he’s okay after the fight, he also assures her that he’s okay, that the fight was “par for the course,” and that “some zebras never change their stripes.” I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, Boring Robby is truly the Confucius of our generation.
In the wake of the big fight, Chloe, resident shit-stirrer, is more determined than ever to mend all of the strife in her friend group (that she primarily caused.) Summoning her inner Mother Teresa, Chloe sends out a text to her friends demanding they meet up to hash things out. The text ends with a sweet message – “YOU ARE REQUIRED TO BE THERE SO I DON’T WANT ANY FUCKING EXCUSES.” Chloe certainly knows the way to people’s hearts!
In the final scene of this lengthy, two-episode extravaganza, we see the OG crew plus Jared at a bonfire. It’s nice to see all of the original cast together. Madisson kicks off the meeting by explaining how important everyone is to her. She breaks down, detailing how badly she needs a support system since her family hasn’t been there for her and Ish is gone. Chloe quickly glazes over the heartfelt cry for help and changes the direction of the conversation towards Alex and Juliette. As she tries to get them to see eye to eye, a very wasted Juliette calls Alex a “piece of shit” while Alex laughs in her face and tells her to go “bob her head” in the corner. I hate myself for laughing, but Juliette definitely nods her head weirdly when drunk. They peel off and have an emotional conversation that everyone can hear, and it ends with Alex holding a sobbing Juliette, assuring her that he would jump in front of a bullet for her. I don’t know about you, but I probably wouldn’t be chill with my boyfriend doing that with (or for) his ex. Either way, at least they aren’t screaming at each other.
The episode ends with Brandon announcing a trip to Nashville. He’s going to record a song and wants to bring everyone along for a vacation. The two-part finale will take place in Nashville, and I cannot wait. In the words of Alex Kompothecras, future lawyer, “Sara-nara!” See y’all in Nashville next week!
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Stroke of luck (Part-5)
Word count: 3500-ish
Pairing: Dean X Reader
Warnings: None. Fluff mostly.
Series Summary: Dark highway, middle of the night, a bad boy driving an Impala, and a Damsel in distress. Too cliche? Think again.
A/N: There is a hell lot of Sam in this part, but trust me, y’all need to understand this aspect of the story before anything progresses, which will after this chapter. So, hold on tight. Personally, I like this chapter so much! :D Beta’d by the fantastic @sdavid09.
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Sam however didn’t know what to make of the situation. As he climbed into the driver’s seat, he couldn’t help but mull over what his brother had told him. Dean said that the witnesses’ name was Sam, and she knew enough to know that it was a witch that had killed the boy. But Sam had talked to the officers and seen through the files. The witnesses’ name there was labeled 'Violet Y/L/N.’ Sam couldn’t get rid of the queasy feeling in his stomach as he drove off towards the morgue, something didn’t quite add up here… Or that it all added up too well.
You didn't drive as fast as you should have. The morgue wasn't far off from the main town square, but you weren't particularly looking forward to it either. Facing a guy you had no interest in going out with ever again, was a distasteful prospect. Ethan was what one would call- in a more civilized tone- a jerk. The one date with him had been all about 'I, me, and myself,' for him. Pretty horrible. You had ranted to Vi all night about it after you'd finally returned home. She’d been sympathetic. She had provided you with Pizza and caffeine while you yelled yourself hoarse about what an arrogant bastard he had been. You never called him again, praying that he never turned up at the shop looking for you.
Vi always maintained that you needed to find yourself someone and over the years, she'd had her favorites. You on the other hand, had never really wanted to. You'd liked a couple of guys, but it all boiled down to the same thing- they weren't Dean. They never could be. After a couple of dates, you'd start looking for all the Dean things in them. For green eyes, and tousled blonde hair, those freckles and pink lips. They were never there, and so it would never last.
If one of them ever had a feature remotely resembling to Dean's, you'd back off, because none of them would have his heart. No one would be that brave. No one could be. So over the years, you'd made a reputation out of yourself, the serial-dater as they called it. A lot often than not, men looked at you with that judgmental smirk, pegging you as a promiscuous woman. Having a single daughter, obviously conceived at a young age only fueled the image. It helped their case that you owned a flower shop. Nothing is more cliché than buying a bunch of expensive, deep-meaning flowers from a florist, and handing it right back to her with a cheesy pick-up line. After they went away, you just put the flowers back on the rack for sale. There was only one flower that could ever woe your heart.
Ethan had been one of those. He had been courteous enough while asking you out. Then you saw him for the person he was. The prospect of having to flirt your way past him into the morgue was downright puke inducing.
"You can do this Y/N," you told yourself, "for your daughter." You had to keep both of you safe and out of this mess. Parking your car, you jerked your chin up, and walked into the facility. At the counter, you asked for the manager. Ethan wasn't a coroner, or even the mortician, he had a managerial job there, so he had to be present most days.
"Y/N!" Ethan exclaimed, pulling you into a hug even before you could turn around. "You just couldn't stay away from me now, could you?" he smirked. You groaned internally. What a douche!
He wasn't bad looking, but he his obvious arrogance was a big turn off. You pulled back, giving him a big fake grin. "I was just driving by. Thought I'd drop in and see how you're doing."
"Aw, come on Y/N, you don't have to be so coy. I know why you're really here." You wanted to smack all smugness out of his face, but you balled your fists and continued to smile.
"Actually, I wasn't really feeling okay today. I heard about Aaron Fletcher and I just-"
"Didn't want to be alone?" he prompted.
"Aaah… yeah. That's what." You rolled with the tide.
"Well, baby, I got you," he said, with an overconfident, self-assured air. "About half an hour to go before my shift ends, then we can get out of here. I can't really ignore the work for you now, can I?"
"Of course not," you gave him another cheesy smile. "I was thinking maybe I could see the boy, you know."
"Why?" His face expressionless. For a second you were scared whether he was suspicious.
"I'm just so sorry for them all, especially Aaron, he was only a kid after all. I want to pay my last respects." It was true for most parts. As a mother, your heart reached for the boy's parents. God knew you'd lose all will to live if something ever happened to Vi.
"Oh yeah... Come, I'll take you," he nodded importantly, then he placed a hand on your lower back and guided you towards the morgue. "I have to warn you, babe, it's pretty gruesome inside. I don't think someone as delicate as you can handle it. I'll be right next to you, if you feel faint or anything."
Delicate my ass.
You’d love to see how he fared before the things you had seen.
The cold of the morgue surprised you as much as it felt familiar. It seemed like yesterday when you broke into morgues with your dad. Ethan led you to the bodies one by one and you somehow sweet talked him into showing you the belongings. You figured out the key to getting him to talk. As long as you stroked his ego, Ethan would sell his soul too. Classic narcissistic jerk.
You quickly scanned the clinical plastic boxes with the belongings, spotting the small pouch in two out of three. Violet was spot on. Frigging witches! For a minute you wanted to snatch them up and take them with you, remove all the evidence for the hunter who was bound to check out the bodies. But there was always a chance of them being smart and figuring out that someone meddled with the belongings. That would only mean more trouble for you. You didn't want that. It was better to take care of this whole deal as soon as possible. Most peculiarly, all of their clothes had reddish powder on it. If you didn't know the area better, you'd have concluded it was red soil. However, the town predominantly had black sandy soil. It wasn't much, but still something to go with.
You thanked Ethan hurriedly, wanting to get out of there, but he insisted that you waited till his shift was done, so you could get the quality time with him which you’d come seeking.
"I can't, Ethan, really," you told him, making an effort to control your tone. "Violet is waiting for me at home, she's had a tough day."
"Violet, who?" Crass, dumbass.
"My daughter." It surprised you how cold your voice sounded, when you were actually seething inside. All this guy wanted was to get in your pants, what you wanted be damned. You couldn't believe you ever agreed to go out on a date with him.
"Oh yeah," he said dismissively. "You have a daughter, I completely forgot. It's an easy mistake. You don't look like you'd have a grown kid," he wriggled his eyebrows, shamelessly checking you out. You wanted to kick him in the nuts.
"Sweet kid, that one," he commented.
She would have your balls for breakfast, you wanted to tell him.
You were saved from making a retort, when the receptionist walked in. "Mr. Riggs? There's someone here to see you. You might wanna come out."
Ethan gave an annoyed huff, told you how important and life-altering his work was and rushed out. You breathed a sigh of relief and quickly collected some of the red duct in a small plastic bag. Just when you were plotting an exit, you heard the footsteps. Two people were walking towards the hall you were in. You identified one as Ethan's weak stroll. The other seemed to be a powerful stride, judging from the taps the shoe-clad footsteps made on the linoleum floor. You rushed towards the edge of the room which housed a couple of metallic containers. They were huge and cylindrical, and the service exit was right behind them.
"C'mon, c'mon, Y/N…" you muttered to yourself as you fled towards them. This was your one chance of getting away from Ethan, and the sooner you figured out who was behind the killings, the better it would be.
The minute you reached behind the containers, a deep voice reverberated through the room. "… no visible signs of trauma?"
You halted. That voice made you stop dead in your tracks. Your breath caught in your throat, and your stomach dropped to the ground. Why? Why were you having the strangest attack of nostalgia? Of homesickness.
You froze behind the containers, straining your ears to listen, while wildly attempting to keep your uncalled for emotions under check.
"I already told you Agent!" Ethan's voice was annoyed. "I don't appreciate you coming over like this when we specifically asked you to check in tomorrow. My girlfriend is waiting for me somewhere here."
"It won't take long," the other man said, as the sound of plastic boxes being reopened filled the room. You wanted him to speak again, to say something so you could hear the oddly sweet voice once more. Even in its depth, it was soft and husky. All you wanted was to turn and take a look, but it was too risky. You were concentrating too hard on where you'd heard it to really pay attention to what they were talking.
When the silence stretched on, you couldn't control yourself. Leaning around the container you peeked, hoping Ethan wasn’t looking your way.
He wasn't, neither was the other man. But in the fraction of a second, that you took to process the scene in front, you had seen enough. He stood over 6 feet tall, 6'4" inches exact, you recalled, dressed in a sharp navy suit. His posture was firm and effortlessly respectful. His broad shoulders were squared away from you. A mane of silky chestnut hair fell to the collar of his shirt, curling there as he inspected what was ahead of him. You turned, clutching your heart. You had seen enough.
Drawing a shaky breath, you ran out of the back entrance, not noticing where the hell you were running off to, until you found yourself somehow hunched over in your car.
"Sam? Sam?" you called out, rounding around the corner and stepping onto pastor Jim's back porch. The place was starting to feel like home to you.
"Looks like you finally found time for your best friend," Sam commented, without gazing up from the fat book in his lap. To anyone else, there would be nothing offbeat about his voice, but you knew better. Your best friend was sulking.
Sitting down next to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "I missed you too, Sammy!" Immediately his shoulders slackened, and he melted into your hold.
"Why weren't you angry at me for not turning up for your birthday? I wanted you to be angry," he pouted. Boy, did he look adorable.
"Well, I knew one of you had to stay back, and Dean told me you were gallant enough to offer," you told him lightly.
"That's not what he said," he muttered,
"Did too!"
"Did you miss me at all?" You saw through him then. It wasn't like Sam to pout over things, or be possessive really. It was him being subconsciously insecure about his friendship. Sam had known forever that you wanted to jump his brother’s bones, and he teased you relentlessly about it, but only recently things had started to change. Sam could see that. You were spending more time with Dean and he was missing his best friend.
"Why else do you think I lied to dad and drove three hours to see you, you idiot?" you admonished him. Sam finally looked up, a smile stretching across his lips.
"What's up with the hair?" you asked. It looked like he was growing it out or something. His hair was choppy and uneven, falling in messy bangs over his forehead. For the first time you realized just how shiny it was.
"I haven't had the time to go get a haircut," he frowned, catching a lock of the bangs and frowning at it. "It's starting to grow out weirdly."
"Nah, I like it!" you gave his hair a once over. "Tell you what? Just grow it out. You never know who might fall for it," you winked.
Sam laughed. "If you like it, that's enough of a reason to grow it."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," he smirked. "So when you get together with my brother, and completely forget about me, maybe you'll see my mop of hair in a crowd and recognize me after all."
Sam smiled sadly.
He was right, you had been so wrapped up in dancing along the edges with Dean, you hadn't talked to Sam in ages. You had no idea what he was up to lately or how much he was missing you up till now.
"I'm so sorry, Sam," you sighed, leaning against him, so that your back was resting against the side of his arm. "I've been a terrible friend."
"You're not, Y/N," Sam said slowly, as if he was carefully considering his words. "I just wanted to talk to you. I didn't know who else to go to."
"What happened to Dean?"
"I-I'm not quite sure he'll understand."
You turned to face him. "Spill."
"I- I've been thinking…" Sam started, but stopped, hesitating. He said the rest of it in one go. "I want to go to college."
"College?"
"Yeah," he looked down. "Next year I'm gonna apply to colleges, even the IVY league ones. I know… I know I can do it, get a full ride even. In spite of all the moving around, I've managed to get perfect grades. I really want to do this."
"You do realize this means leaving your family, right? John would be furious," you stated the obvious. You knew Sam wasn't expecting false words of sympathy from you, he was expecting harsh reality. If he couldn't pass this by you, he had no chance of passing this by his family.
"I know," he sighed. "And you know I don't agree with him on all occasions…"
You knew that, too. Sam was always butting heads with John. A lot of times it drove Dean insane, but mostly it only made him feel helpless. Times like those, both brothers sought their comfort with you.
"But It's not dad I'm worried about."
"It's Dean…" you completed.
"Yeah."
Again, Sam didn't need to say it out loud. You simply understood. He hadn't expressly put it into words, but Sam definitely loved his brother more than he loved his dad. In a lot of ways, Dean had been the one to raise him. You also knew exactly how Dean would take it. To him, it would be the ultimate whiplash, nothing short of a betrayal.
"Am I being selfish?" Sam questioned, his eyes begging you to understand. And you did. Sam had always been different… different from his brother, but so much more like his father than either of them realized. Both of them were too stubborn for their own good. Maybe Sam didn't see it yet, but you saw the bigger picture. Sam had always had the luxury of even choosing a future, because Dean had been the sacrificing one. He had let Sam have the upper hand, let him have anything Dean was capable of bringing to him. Was he being selfish? Maybe yeah. But one thing was certain, if Sam didn't leave now, there would be one hell of fight waiting later. Besides, there was nothing in this for him. He didn't even know his mother, he’d never known one. Sam craved normalcy like a drug, so did Dean, and so did you. But he was the only one who had it in him to rebel and fight for it.
The other thing was, Sam would have escaped years ago. He even had, but it was only for the sake of his brother that he returned… He had somehow always returned when Dean needed him.
So you answered him truthfully. "Maybe. Maybe you are selfish, Sam. But you need to do what you want to do. Sometimes you need to do what's right for you," you told him honestly.
God forbid if there came a day when you had to run away from the people you loved, you would want Sam to offer the same courtesy to you. To understand you.
"Really? So you don't think I should stay?" Hope lit up his sharp face.
"Not if you don't want to. You'll just keep building up all that anger inside of you and one day explode in all our faces, you ass! Do what you want to. Follow your heart." You placed your hand on his chest.
He exhaled, like a weight had been lifted of his shoulders. "It's a long shot, but I'm gonna apply for pre-law at Stanford," he muttered quietly. "It's a really, really long shot."
"I think you can do it," you thumped his back. Sam could do anything he set his mind to.
"Really?"
"Hells yeah!" you laughed. "You're the smartest nerd to ever nerd. Tell you what, if I ever have a kid, I'm gonna name the kid Sam for good luck, so they'll be as smart as you."
Sam snorted. "You're not serious."
"As a heart attack," you dead-panned.
"We'll see," he smiled smugly, before it melted down. "Hey, Y/N?"
"I won't tell Dean about this Sam…" you said before he could ask.
"And…" he started.
"I'll always be there for him. It'll be fine. Go do what you gotta -" the rest of your sentence drowned, as his bear hug engulfed you, his familiar scent invaded your senses, the smell of home. "I don't know what I'll ever do without you, Y/N," he breathed against your neck. His voice broke on your name.
"Whine like the snot-nosed kid that you are." Suddenly you felt tears pressing your eyes. Sam had trusted you with his ambition, his dream. He had trusted you with him. You loved this boy like your own blood.
"C'mon now, Sammy," you clapped him on the back. "Time to get inside."
Sam cleared his throat, wiped his face before breaking apart and standing up.
"Whoa!" you exclaimed. "What the fuck happened to you?"
He grinned, extending his hand towards you.
"I leave you alone for a couple of months and you grow up into this giant? How tall are you?" You grabbed his hand and hoisted yourself up.
"6'4" now, taller than Dean. He's so mad about it," Sam chuckled. That laugh was golden.
"Hey," he called out as you started towards the house, making you turn back to him. "That Sam is going to be one lucky kid to have a mom like you. This Sam right here, is lucky, too."
"Shut up," you said hoarsely trying to control the tears. "And cut the damn hair, they won't take you in at Stanford with a mop like that." You reached up on the tips of your toes to mess it for him.
"Oh, I'm growing it out for you. How else will you know it's me when I'm a hot shot lawyer in a suit?" he winked, as he led you around the corner of the house.
The breathing turned to shorts bursts, head beginning to ache from the effort of controlling the tears. You couldn't afford to break down now. It was in the past, all of it. As much as you wanted to go back running inside, it had been eight years since you last saw him, and if all those years on your own had taught you anything, it was to not trust anyone. People change, just like you had. Even if it was someone you would have once willingly died for, you couldn’t trust him blindly. Now you had a daughter to think of, and you had to do everything in your power to protect her. When you had first realized that a hunter was chasing the case, you’d been scared of exposure. It was nothing compared to what you felt now, because this wasn't some lame ass hunter, he was the very best. You pulled yourself together and rammed your foot on the accelerator, revving out of the parking lot. You had to hurry this quickly and carefully, because if you slackened even one bit, you'd have Sam Winchester on your ass.
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PROMPT: Person A, without fail, adamantly interrupting Person B with harsh, self-deprecating comments whenever B tries to give A genuine compliments. Absolutely fed-up one day, Person B covers Person A’s mouth securely with duct tape and passionately lists all the traits they love about A without interference.
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This is for y'all Bechloe fans! Love you all! Keep faith for our Bechloe-ever-after. Enjoy.
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Chloe groaned for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.
This wasn’t what she had in mind when she decided to ask Beca to come clothes shopping with her. She had imagined shyly taking the DJ’s hand and walking together from shop to shop, complimenting the younger girl; spoiling her. She wanted to coax her gently into Chloe’s world and in return, have Beca let her in to her own word.
Don’t get her wrong, every second she spends in the smaller girl’s company never failed to quicken her heart rate, make her hands sweaty… but even a bright ray of sunshine like Chloe has her limit.
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Beca, on the other hand, couldn’t fathom how anyone could spend so many hours looking at pieces of fabric: t-shirts, trousers, coats… aisles upon aisles stuffed to the brim with clothes. It dawned on Beca, that she would literally, rather be anywhere else; including with Aubrey instead.
Side-stepping fallen shirts that lay crumpled on the floor, making a mental note to tidy her room, she held back a laugh as she saw two grown women fighting over the same t-shirt. That’s right. Grown women. God help her.
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“Becs! Come on!” Chloe grit her teeth as annoyance seeped into her voice.
“I don’t see why I need to try this on Chlo! I thought we were shopping for you!” Beca bit back, her left eye twitching in frustration.
Normally Chloe would find herself smiling at the brunette’s twitch. It was a tell-tale sign that Beca was getting impatient. She would usually see it when observing Beca mix her music, not that Beca noticed. She was usually so immersed in what she was doing to realise that the world around her continued moving forward. Now however, Chloe ignored that and kept her eyes trained on Beca’s.
“Beca, you are my best friend. I wanted to go shopping with you. I wanted us to enjoy a day out together, without worrying about Worlds, or exams, or graduation!” Chloe could feel her eyes start to fill with tears.
Seeing that Chloe was truly upset, Beca backed down from the argument and moved closer to the redhead, resting her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.
“You’re right Chloe! I’m an ass and I’m sorry. I’ll try on whatever you choose for me, no complaints. I promise.”
Beca smiled as she saw Chloe’s demeanour change; the redhead physically perked up, a grin lighting up her whole face. The brunette felt her heart quicken and her breath catch in her throat. Damn Chloe’s beautiful eyes. So much for her badass persona.
“C'mon, let’s take a look at the dresses!” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and dragged her to the dresses. Beca’s eyes widened in horror.
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Chloe was sat on the changing room chairs, her head in her hands, waiting for Beca to come out of the fitting room stall. The brunette had been in there 10 minutes and refused to come out and show her.
“For gods sake, Beca! If this is about modesty, I’ve already seen you naked!!” Chloe complained loudly in obvious impatience.
Chloe’s head shot up as she heard a door unlock. A mother and her young daughter exited from another stall, the mother shooting her a dirty look as she dragged the younger girl out of the room.
“I don’t like it Chlo! It doesn’t suit me at all!”
Chloe came up close to the door, placing both hands on the door and leaning her head against it, as if willing it to open.
“Just let me see it Becs. Please just open the door and let me see it for myself. You know I would never judge you or laugh at you.” Chloe pleaded.
She heard Beca sigh, soon followed by the sound of the door unlocking.
Chloe took her chance and entered Beca’s fitting room before Beca could change her mind. After re-locking the door, Chloe looked up and her jaw dropped.
There Beca stood in front of the mirror, clad in the simple red dress Chloe picked out for her; her back to the door. She looked beautiful.
Chloe dared not to breath, fearing that any louder noise may scare Beca.
“Becs… you look…” Chloe was lost for words.
“I know. I know. It looks awful.” Beca bluntly stated, her voice as emotionless as the look on her face. She turned to face Chloe, her arms wrapped protectively across her stomach.
Just as Chloe’s heart rate finally regained its normal pace, there Beca goes speeding it up again.
Beca’s words sunk in. Chloe’s eyes shot to Beca’s in fury.
“No Beca! Absolutely not! You look beautiful!” Chloe couldn’t help but raise her voice. How Beca couldn’t see what she could see, baffled her completely.
Beca gave her a self-depreciating smile, turning around to face her reflection again; her eyes lowering to gaze upon her figure.
“For starters, this dress makes me look fat… all the dresses you picked out for me make me look like a beached whale. It makes my pale skin look even paler. It clashes with my red cheeks, making me look like a tomato.”
Chloe was shaking her head as Beca spoke.
“My legs look like sticks, and it accentuates my knobbly knees and my large thigh gap… and my ass? Haha. What ass? It doesn’t even look like I have one. It shows off my cleavage, but I can kinda see some of the stretch marks there, which looks so unattractive. And don’t even get me started on-”
“-No!” Chloe’s eyes held a fire in them that Beca had never seen before. She could see the redhead’s hands clench into fists, shaking ever so slightly at the pain of her nails digging into her palm. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. Beca braced herself.
“How dare you!” Chloe shouted, her hands flailing as if she didn’t know how to use them.
Beca winced.
“How dare you stand there and talk shit about yourself!” Chloe had lowered her voice, but the bite still remained in her words.
“But-” Beca was interrupted by Chloe digging into her handbag, a look of severe determination on her face. She pulled out a… roll of duct tape? Uh-oh.
Chloe tore off a strip and leapt at Beca, covering her mouth firmly with the tape. Shocked by Chloe’s actions, the brunette remained paralysed in her spot until it sunk in what Chloe had done. She started struggling against the taller woman, outrage and betrayal spreading through her body like a wild fire.
Before she could rip the offending tape from her lips, Chloe grasped both her wrists in her hands and held them quickly behind Beca’s back. Beca continued to struggle against the redhead, not believing what Chloe had just done.
The taller woman pressed herself into Beca’s back, gently resting her chin on Beca’s right shoulder. Beca felt tense against her, and so she whispered into her ear to try and calm her down. “Please don’t do this, Beca. I’m sorry to have to restrain you like this, but it is not my intention to hurt you. Please just listen to me, that’s all I’m asking.”
Looking into the reflection of Beca’s eyes in the mirror, she could still see hurt swimming in the brunette’s eyes. Chloe’s stomach churned at the thought that she is the cause of the hurt, but this was important.
Gently pressing kiss into Beca’s shoulder first and then her temple, she felt Beca release a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing against her.
“You are so beautiful, Rebeca Mitchell. So very very beautiful.” She could feel Beca scoff, and saw Beca roll her eyes in disagreement. But once again, Chloe ignored it.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Beca.”
She had Beca’s full attention now. Good.
Chloe knew that she needed to finally get what she was going to say off her chest. It had been there for too long now. Far too long.
Feeling her lower lip tremble with the emotion she was trying, and failing, to hold back; she felt a tear trail down her cheek, alarming Beca.
“Hearing you talk about yourself like that, you have no idea what it does to me Beca. My heart hurts to hear those words come from you, and it hurts even more to know that you truly believe them. Your head is feeding your heart lies, Bec… lies. You are not fat Beca. At all. And even if you were, I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So what if you are pale?! It doesn’t make you any less of a human being. It makes me want to slather you in sun cream and protect you from burning under the sun!” Chloe was half-serious with the last comment.
“I happen to love the redness in your cheeks. They are so endearing, and it’s why I love making you blush. They are hot under my hands when I hold your cheeks, and your cheeks are so soft to touch anyways. Your legs are not sticks and your knees are not knobbly. Your legs are slim and so smooth to touch, and your knees are so strong. I love that the muscle twitches when I lay my hand on your knees… and your ass… just wow. Throw on a pair of tight skinny jeans and I’m a goner. You in this dress though… talk about stuff from my fantasies. And as for your stretch marks, who cares? Practically every girl has them, they make you real Becs, not superficial. You are so real.”
Chloe’s eyes glazed over, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Beca nudged her.
“My point is that you are perfect to me, Beca. You see flaws, and all I see is how endearing they all are and how add up to make you who you are. You are so beautiful that it’s all I can do to not stare at you every single second we are together, and yet my eyes never stray too far from you. If you don’t love yourself, then let me show you that you are worth loving. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me. I can show you how to love yourself. Let me show you how to love yourself, by letting me love you. I love you Beca. Let me love you.”
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