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Bed bugs

Pairing: Idol! Chan x fem! reader

Genre: smut, fluff, maybe crack idk

Warnings: slight choking (just a hand on the neck, nothing more) (f! receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m! receiving), make-out session, cuddles, mention of Chan's room.

Author notes: when I first started writing "Physiotherapy and Coconut Oil" back at the beginning of October, I was convinced to write it as fluff, mainly because I can't write smut; after a couple of weeks, I left it in my drafts, and leave it there till the first two weeks of December, I was under heavy medication bc I had a painful surgery on my foot, and the only thing that helped to go through insomnia caused by the pain was writing that story, I wrote and wrote day and night, and it helped so so much, that's why I was shocked when @ardef38 asked for a pt 2, so here you go love, I hope you like it.

(Kinda proof read, it’s 1:40 am as I’m ’reading’ this so, be patient I’ll correct any mistakes later)

Fun fact: I do really ride motorcycles since I was 17 (and yes I may be reckless).

Word count: +4k (I got carried away I’m sorry)

Thank you so much, I really, really appreciate all the feedback, I love you all.🩷

Sincerely Glo

As always, requests are open!

-✉️

I'm so insecure about my English. As I said, it's not my first language, and I'm always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that. So, if you find mistakes, please let me know. I'll be thankful, and my English will improve!

-✉️

You can read part one here

"Stop moving. I'm trying to sleep."

he mumbles on your back

"I can't, I'm sorry."

You mumble

"Why? What is happening, baby?"

he asks, hugging you tighter

"Uhm, I'm sorry my insomnia is bothering me, I-i don't know why."

"What can I do for you? A cup of tea? cuddles?"

he asks

"I don't know either, honestly, usually I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling."

"It's a common thing?"

he whispers, almost like he doesn't want to be heard by someone

"What? That I can't sleep? Oh yeah, definitely.”

you say, turning yourself towards him

"Mh"

"You should be tired, you know that? after a full day of work and after what we did."

he says

"I know, Channie, but my brain can't shut down."

"I have an idea."

he says, hugging you tighter, your head on his chest with his hand between your hair

"What?"

you ask, looking at him

"Shhhh, just close your eyes and relax, okay?"

"Mh, okay. I doubt that whatever you're about to do, you'll make me fall asleep."

"Shshhh"

close your eyes

go to sleep

know my love is all around

dream in peace

when you wake

you will know I'm still with you

He repeats the verse over and over until you don't hear him anymore.

You know that you fall asleep because of his voice and the lullaby that he was singing, and the way he was stroking your hair gently, but mostly because he's warm; one time, someone said that he's like the feeling of walking in a warm room after spending the whole day out in the cold. It's true he really is like that domestic feeling.

"Good morning, ray of sunshine. How did you sleep?"

he asks you when you walk into your kitchen

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were already gone and good. I don't know which magic you've put in your cuddles and voice, but I haven’t slept like this in months."

you say

"Gone? No, I had to make you breakfast since I've slept over and used your bathroom to shower. I also used your body wash. Now I know why you smell so good."

he says while working on something at the stove

"That's why the bottle is half empty."

you giggle, hugging him from behind

"I'm sorry. I'll rebuy it for you."

he says

"Ya, it's okay, you don't have to. you smell like me now,"

"Yep, and trust me, I love it."

he says

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm"

"Aaah, you're warm, Channie it's freezing today even if it's mid-summer."

you say, hugging him from behind

"It has rained all night, we didn't notice because we were...umh...busy."

he says, turning towards you

"Busy...yeah...Chan, oh my god, it was...did I do these?"

you ask, touching his neck and chest

"No, no, it was a bed bug."

"Ehi -you slap his chest- I-god, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. we got carried away, didn't we?"

he says, touching your neck and making you shiver

"Definitely, but I'm going to be honest I don't mind it and I don’t regret it.”

you say, smiling and kissing him on his naked chest

"Chan...-you say, sniffing around- something is burning."

"NO THE PANCAKES!"

he quickly turns towards the stove, swearing and mumbling against the burnt cakes

"Fuck, i-i wanted to make you breakfast."

he pouts, looking at the burnt pancakes

"It's okay, Channie -you giggle- thing like this happens when you're distracted."

"So you're saying that is your fault?"

he asks, looking at you, one of his dimples popping out

"Yeah, definitely."

you laugh

"Okay, put something on. I'll buy you breakfast."

"No."

you say

"Yes."

he says

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"And I said yes."

"Channie, you don't have to"

"But I want to"

he says

"But-ugh, what if people see us around."

you say

"You're part of the staff, and we can go to the JYP cafeteria, the one inside the building."

"Mh, okay, but with one condition."

"Which one?"

he asks

a smirk appears on your face

"I don't like that smile."

he says

"I'll take you to the building with my motorcycle."

"You-you can ride?"

he asks

"yeah, I thought you liked it when I did it on your-"

"Shsh, don't-shut up, okay, okay."

he says, covering your mouth with one of his hands

"You're not reckless, aren't you?"

he asks with a worried tone

"Me? Reckless? absolutely not."

you smile

"That smile...I don't trust you."

"Not my business, Channie."

10 minutes later, you are in the elevator, and funny to say, but both of you choose a black hoodie (mostly because you have to cover your hickeys and not to catch a cold since the air is fresher)

"You copied my outfit."

you say, looking at him

"Do it look like I'm wearing Doc Martens and leggings?"

he asks, looking at you

"No, even if you would look good in leggings, but your outfit is total black, just like mine."

"I always dress like this."

“I aLwAyS dReSs LiKe ThIs”

You mock him

“It’s true, my whole wardrobe is black.”

"Yeah, but you still copied my outfit."

you smile, walking outside the elevator, Chan being by your side

"Jagiya.."

he says

"Mh?"

you say, not paying attention to the feeling that you felt in your stomach after that nickname

"I'm scared."

he says, looking at his feet

"About..?"

you say opening your garage door

"I've never been on a motorcycle."

he says shyly

"It's okay, Channie. There is a first time for everything. I'm going to explain everything, okay?"

"You-fuck, you can drive this thing?"

he asks

"Yeah, she's my baby."

"Baby? it's huge, how can you manage to drive this?"

you shrug your shoulders, looking at him

"I just do it, just trust me okay?"

"I do trust you."

he says

"Yeah?"

you ask, looking at him, and he simply nods

"Okay, big boy, put this on."

you say, giving him one of your motorcycle jackets

"I hope it fits; one of my friends gifted it to me, but she took three sizes bigger than mine, and I couldn't return it."

"It's a little bit tight on my shoulders."

he says, closing the zip

"It fits perfectly; you have protections, so it has to be tight."

you say, zipping your protective jacket

"It's weird. I'm not used to tight things."

he says, putting his backpack on his shoulders again

"Now, move, I have to take the motorcycle out of the garage. Can you grab the two helmets there? and when you're out, close the door, please."

you say, pointing at a wood cabinet. You press the clutch and move backward with the motorcycle; when the bike is in the correct position, you press down the stand.

"Okay, give me these."

you say, taking the helmets from his hands

"I'm going to put the helmets on you, okay, and I'll explain everything."

you say, putting the helmet on him. You do the same with yours

"Does it feel loose?"

you ask

"No, it's perfect."

you can see him smiling even if half of his face is covered

"And now -you press the inter-phone button- can you hear me?"

"Oh yeah, it's like you're inside my head."

he giggles

you turn on your bike, leaving her roar

"Damn, it's loud."

he giggles

"Okay, so -you say, straddling the motorcycle pushing the stand up with your foot- use that thing to get on and sit here."

you say, patting on the small sitting place for him

"Are you sure you can-?"

he asks

"Yes, trust me, Chan, I've been riding since I was 17."

you smile at him

he sits behind you, getting more comfortable once the bike is stable

"See? You won't fall; both of my feet are on the ground."

"Keep your feet there when we're on the road, don't put them on the ground at a red light or a stop sign. You have to put your arms around me tight or on the tank, especially when I brake; you'll feel it, so don't worry. When we take a turn, you have to follow me with your body. You're basically my shadow, or even better, my backpack, so follow every movement I make, okay?"

you say

"Yep"

"Now, arms around me."

you say, waiting for his arms

"Hold on tight."

you say before pressing the clutch with your left and putting the first gear with your left foot

"Here we goooo."

you say

"Oh my god, we're moving, ahah wow."

"Hold on tight, Channie."

you say, patting on his hands

"That's-wow, oh my god."

"You want me to go faster?"

you say once you're on the road

"Fuck yes"

he says

and you do as he said. You accelerate and shift gear; the sun has been out for hours, so the road is dry now.

"How does it feel?"

you ask him

"It's like, I don't know how to explain it."

"Freedom?"

you suggest

"Yeah, yes, that's the right word."

he says

"That's why you do it? I mean, that's why you drive?"

you hear his voice through the inter-phone, and you simply nod.

"Can you go faster? I wanna feel free."

he says

"Of course."

you giggle, and you shift once again the gear, the two of you speeding in the streets of Seoul, zig-zagging between the buses, cars, and taxis

"Oh my gooood, too fast, too fast"

he almost screams

"Ahahah, just hold onto me, and you'll be fine, Channie. Trust me."

the grip of his arms around your waist getting tighter

"You're crazy."

he says

"I know"

"And reckless, and oh my god, I want to do this every day."

he says

"I know -you laugh- should I pick you up tomorrow?"

"Oh, I—I'm not that brave. God, you have a big pair of balls to drive a thing like this. I could never."

"Oh, you could, and you would look so hot in one of these, with a compression shirt on-ush what a vision."

you say

"Are you fantasizing about me?"

he asks

"I mean, yeah, you as a biker? damn, Christopher, I would be on my knees."

you say, teasing him

"You were on your knees for me yesterday, and definitely, I'm not a biker."

he says, teasing you back

"I- you- uh- I hate you."

you say

"Yeah, yeah, it was clear with all the 'oh, ah' that you were whimpering against my ear last night."

he says, placing one of his hands on your thighs

"Oh-you-shut up"

you say, glad that he can't see the color of your cheeks

"Here we are person that I absolutely hate, and it's banned from my house."

you say braking and turning off the motorcycle once you're in the proper park

"Oh c'mon, I was joking -he says, taking off his helmet- I'll never mention cute whimpers again."

he pouts

"Shhh, are you crazy talking about this here?"

"Right, 'm sorry, where do I put this?"

he asks, lifting his helmet

"Oh, just bring it with you."

you say

"So...umh, breakfast?"

he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you

"Yeah, breakfast."

you sigh, looking at him, his hair messed up because of the helmet

"Ladies first"

he says, opening the front door of the building for you

"Oh, what a gentleman."

you say, walking toward the elevator, bowing to the person who just stepped out of the elevator

"Yeah, gentleman."

he mumbles, pressing the number three, and once the elevator doors closed, you talk

"What you're mumbling about?"

you look at him

"Nothing"

"Chan, c'mon, you can't do this after what we did."

"I'm -he sighs- I let you go first to look at your ass in those stupid leggings, so I'm not a gentleman."

he crosses his arms

"Oh, well, I'll make sure to put them more often."

you say, shrugging your shoulders

"You're not mad?"

he asks

"that you look at my ass when you can? No. You literally saw me naked, so that's nothing of this -you point at your whole body- that you haven't seen."

"Mh, good to know."

he smirks, and once the lift doors open, he goes

"Ladies first, of course."

he winks at you and you can do nothing but laugh at him.

after a couple of minutes of indecision, his indecision actually, he brings to the table two tall cups of cappuccino and a piece of cake for him

"You sure that you don't want a bite?"

he asks, offering you a piece of pie

"Hundred percent Chan"

you smile at him

"Do you have to work today?"

he asks

"Uhm... no, I don't think so, actually. I'm here just for breakfast—you giggle—why?"

"I have to meet with Han and Binnie for some fixes on a new song and do the usual Sunday live, so...would you mind coming with me?"

"I- you- you want me in your studio?"

"Yes"

"The one where no one is allowed?"

"Mhmm"

he nods, sipping on his cappuccino

"The one where the darker aura Christopher works?"

"Yes, that one."

"Mh, okay, if you... don't mind having me there."

you shrug your shoulders

"I don't mind it. You have a relaxing effect on me."

he says

"Interesting"

you say, sipping on your coffee

"The boys are already there. Should we go?"

"I follow you, mister dark aura."

"Oh, shut up."

he says, looking at you

"Hello everyone"

he says, entering in the studio

"Hi Hyung"

the bandmates say at the same time

"Oh, y/n? Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I-uh, I saw him in the middle of the street, he was like an abandoned puppy."

"Hey"

he says, sitting down in his working chair

"So I offered him a ride on my motorbike, and to pay me back, he offered me breakfast."

you laugh nervously

"You ride a motorcycle?"

changbin asks

"Yes? why does everybody find this weird."

you say

"I don't know, you don't look like someone who rides a motorcycle."

Binnie says

"But I am."

you laugh, sitting on the couch in the studio

The three men start working on the new song. You're not paying too much attention because

1. you're too distracted by the way Chan gets so severe when he's at work, so bossy but at the same time gentle with his members

2. you're working too, on your phone, but you're working, planning all the appointments with the members and the artists of JYP

"Oh, looks like someone had fun last night."

you hear Han's voice, and you're head snaps toward his direction so fast that you hear a crack in your neck

"Yeah, you weren't home last night. Where were you last night, Chan?"

Changbin says

then you notice that Chan took off his hoodie, revealing all the hickeys and bite marks on his neck

"What?"

he asks, looking at them

"Your neck Chan, what the fuck? What did you do?"

Han asks

"Uh, bed bugs."

he says, typing and clicking on his computer, not paying too much attention to them

"Yeah, a big one."

Han says

"One with human teeth"

Changbin laughs

"Oh shut up, the two of you."

Chan says, his cheeks turning pink

"Who is she?"

asks the two gossipy men

"No one, it was a bed bug."

he says once again

"Do you know anything about this?"

Changbin asks, and both of them turn toward you

"Uh, bed bugs are big these days."

you shrug your shoulders

"Mh, yeah."

they look at each other with a smirk

after a couple of minutes, they stopped asking about his marks and focused again on their work, recording some chorus, laughing when someone went out of tune, and listening over and over again at the song till it was perfect

"Aaaaand we're done."

Chan says, stretching up his arms in the air and clapping at the work of 3racha

"Aaaagh, I'm hungry."

Changbin says

"Me too."

Han says

"Hyung, y/n wanna join us for lunch?"

"Oh no, I must go now, maybe next time."

you smile at them

"I have to do the live so."

chan says

"Oh, okay."

they say

"Bye Hyung, Y/N see you on Tuesday."

Han says

"Bye guys, see you."

you smile

"Hyung, see you at the dorm and make sure to eat, or you get nervous, little bed bug…See you on Tuesday."

Binnie says, smiling at you and closing the door behind his back

"HOW THE FUCK DID HE?"

you say, covering your face with your hands

"He's not stupid."

Chan says

"But don't worry, they won't spill anything to anyone, that's for sure."

he gets up from his chair, locks the door of the studio, and walks toward you

"Ugh, are you sure?"

you ask, your voice muffled by your hands

"Yes, I trust them with my whole life. They're nosy, I know, but we have a rule: what happens or what we say in the studio stays in the studio."

He says, sitting next to you.

"Are you sure? I- I loved hat we did, and I love our bond, but I don't want to lose my job, Chan, I've worked so hard to be here, and I don't want to ruin everything because I had sex with you."

you say, looking at him

"Ouch"

he says

"No, no, I don't want you to think that I'm using you because I'm not okay? I loved our friendship way before what happened last night."

"I get what you're saying, y/n, don't worry, it's just that you're...I don't know…after what we did, I don't know what are we? friends? Best friends? friends with benefits?"

he looks at you

"Friends with..."

"Benefits, you know, two friends that have sex occasionally but remain friends."

"Yeah, Chan, I know what friends with benefits are."

"So?"

"What?"

you ask

"Friends with benefits? it will be our dirty little secret."

he says

"Mh, friends with benefits"

you nod

"Let's start this thing from now, yeah?"

he says, pulling your face towards him

"Yes, fuck yes."

you say, breaking the distance between the two of you, kissing his plumped lips again

"The door is locked, and we have about thirty minutes."

he says between the kisses

"Ugh, not enough time."

you say, pulling back from him

"We can go back to my place after the live, yeah?"

he nods, kissing your lips again, more roughly this time. You shift your position, straddling him, your legs on the side of his thighs

"It's not-that simple to- touch you with these stupid- mhpf yoga pants."

he says, kissing your lips

"You said that you loved them."

you say

"Yeah, and now I hate them; I can't touch you properly, which frustrates me."

He says, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his bulge against your clit

"It's okay, we don't need to take our pants off."

you say, smiling at him

"What- why? c'mon, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours."

he says, frustrated, leaving his head against the headrest of the couch

"Mh, not now."

you say, starting to grind on his hard bulge

"Oh shit, what- do it again, please,"

he says, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth against him. You kiss gently his neck, trying not to bite him or suck his soft skin because his neck is already a mess.

"You- god"

he tries to say, one of his hands traveling around your body, grabbing one of your breasts under the hoodie

"Uh? you're not wearing a bra?"

he says

"Nope, free the nipples, Christopher."

You laugh while looking at him, poor guy, he looks desperate

"Fuck, full access all this time? Why didn’t you tell me? God, y/n, you're going to drive me crazy."

he says, kissing your lips. You laugh in his lips and keep grinding on his hard cock

"Please take your hoodie off, I want- at least I want to see your boobs."

"Uhm, so needy, aren't you?"

you ask, and he simply nods

you take off your hoodie, shivering, not because you're cold, no it's way too hot in the room, but because of the way that he looks at you; it looks like he wants you to eat you alive, literally. He licks his lips, looking at your boobs at then looking at your face, his eyes jumping between your two twins and your eyes

"What?"

you ask, looking at him, moving a clump of hair from his face

"I want to suck them."

he simply says

"Then do it. Don't be shy, Christopher."

"Oh, don't call me like that."

he says, looking at you, his eyes darkened

"I know that you like it, just admitted."

you whisper to his ear

"Mphf, if you don't stop grinding on me, I'll cum in my pants."

he says

"And? there's no shame in cumming in your pants, I love to see you so desp-shit"

you say, trying to find any other word to say, but your brain is short-circuiting, his tongue is moving around one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple, while with one hand, he pays attention to the other one

"I wanna live here."

he says, sucking and biting your nipple

"Mhpf, in the studio?"

you tease him even if you know what he meant

"Mh -he breaks off the contact between his mouth and your breast- between your boobs, I want to live here, they're-fuck, they're like a warm marshmallows."

you laugh

"I'm dead serious, y/n"

he looks at you so seriously that you have to cover your mouth not to laugh. You kiss his lips, making him smile

"You're going to be late, so let me do something for you, yeah?"

you say, shifting position and getting on your knees in front of him

"Oh fuck"

he says, pulling his pants down, revealing his hard dick

"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"

he says, caressing your face

"That's the point, Christopher."

you say, kissing one of his naked thighs

"Please, jagiya, please."

he says in a desperate tone. That nickname again, heavy like a rock on your chest, just friends with benefits, correct?

So you do what a good friend would do, you take his boner with your hands, stroking him up and down a couple of times, licking the tip, focusing on that particular sensitive part, making him whimper.

You take all of him in your mouth, breathing through your nose; you look up at him, his head on the headrest, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment, one of his hands in your hair, scratching your scalp gently.

You keep working with your mouth and tongue, adding once again your dominant hand, just because you can't take all of him in your mouth.

"Jagi...fuck."

"Uh, language, please."

you say, taking him out of your mouth without stopping working with your hand.

"How am I supposed not to say bad words when you're on your knees sucking me off?"

he asks, looking down at you

"You're dramatic."

you say, retaking him in your mouth, you know that he's about to cum because he's throbbing in your mouth

"Baby, i'm-i'm about to."

he can't even finish the sentence that a load of fluid goes into your mouth, you swallow it all the way.

You clean the corner of your mouth with your fingers and stay on your knees, looking up at him with a stupid smile on your face.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He says, pulling his pants up

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”

“Yes, you are, come here.”

He says, patting the place next to him

“Thank you”

He says when you sit next to him

“You don’t have to thank me, Channie.”

“I have to, I told you that you have a relaxing effect on me. And I’m talking generally, not when we...do other stuff, you know, even when we do them, but..."

“I get what you’re saying, Channie.”

You giggle

“Aagh, come here.”

He says, placing a hand on your neck and pulling towards him

“No, wait, I’ve just…”

“I don’t care, y/n, just kiss me, please.”

You sigh, and you kiss his lips, it’s a quick kiss, almost as if you did it every day

“You’re going to be late.”

You say, touching his forehead with yours

“I know, but I have to do it, it’s a safe space for me, and stays.”

“I know”

You say, pecking his lips once again

“I’m in my studio, I wait for you there, okay?”

You say, putting your hoodie on

“Mh, okay, thank you y/n, really.”

He says, kissing your cheek

“That’s what a good friend would do.”

You smile at him

“Yeah, good friend.”

He echos you

“Bye, bed bug.”

He says when you unlock the door

“Bye, Channie -you giggle at the nickname- don’t forget to put your hoodie on.”

“I won’t, thank you.”

He says, smiling, dimples on full display

Good friends, right?

A friend that has marked you all over your body

A friend you would go to live with just to have breakfast ready every morning

A friend that makes you feel butterflies,

A friend that fucks you till your brain short-circuit

A friend who makes you fall asleep while singing and cuddling

Maybe he’s more than “A friend”

A/N: me after writing this 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

Tag list: @paboswriting (because of the mention of biker Chan, we have an obsession about him)

#chansshands thoughts #skz #bang chan #stray kids #skz scenarios #stray kids bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chan smut #christopher bang chan smut #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x reader

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miyahchan · 1 month

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nanami kento (jjk) x reader: sunday mornings (18+)

warnings: passionate sex, creampie, morning sex, slight praise kink, just freaky stuff

author's note: this is my first nanami smut so hopefully i got his characterization right. i'm trying to be more consistent this year with my writing so expect more fics coming soon :)

word count: 1.3k

Mornings with Nanami were always the same.

While he’s in the shower, you tiptoe to the kitchen in your pink, silk robe and prep the ingredients for his favorite breakfast. A Mahogany Teakwood candle glazes the kitchen with the smell of wood and the slightest hint of lavender as you cook; you flip the french toast, scramble the eggs, and fry the turkey bacon, just how Nanami likes it. Of course, he likes whatever you cook – he’d never been the picky type.

From there, Nanami comes from the bedroom, dressed in his favorite blue button up and tan pants, and he follows the delectable smell of your cooking. He’s greeted by a plate of food and his favorite roast of coffee, but none of those sights compared to the sight of you.

You always looked so beautiful in the morning – your half-lidded eyes hold an almost seductive nature to them and you move gracefully as you set the table. His eyes linger on your body as your robe hugs your shape, and sinful thoughts run through his mind. However, like he does every morning, he brushes them away and instead greets you with a kiss and a “Thank you” before the two of you sit and enjoy the small bit of time you have together before he has to leave. He does take his job seriously, after all, and he can’t stand being late.

Sunday mornings – Nanami’s off days - were different.

On this particular morning, your eyes flutter open as you feel Nanami press against you from behind and engulf you in his strong arms. You assume that today is one of the rare days where you wake up before Nanami and you let yourself get comfortable against him, but this thought is swept from your mind when Nanami keeps shifting behind you. A low groan escapes him, but you brush it off.

“Good… morning.” You whisper, your voice still hoarse.

Nanami pulls your hair to the side, exposing your neck, and he plants a kiss on your sensitive skin. “Good morning.” He mutters against your neck before planting another kiss behind your ear.

You let out a soft sigh as he continues, and you press yourself closer to his body when his hands slip under your t-shirt. His fingertips dance along your stomach, leaving goosebumps wherever they roam, and his toned hands travel to your breasts. He squeezes them first, toying with the soft flesh, before he focuses on your already hard nipples, drawing circles around the buds.

“Nanami…” You breathe out.

“Shhhh.” He silences you. “Just relax.” His warm breath tickles your ear, adding yet another sensation that you can barely handle.

After playing with your breasts to his content, his hands travel back down your stomach, then over your abdomen, and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your lace panties. Nanami is grinding against your ass, his dick already rock hard. Even through the fabric, you can feel it pulsing, but Nanami is patient, way more patient than you.

“Please… I- I want it.” Your begging is almost pathetic, and you don’t even care. But your whining is cut short when he slides his hand in your panties and slips two fingers right over your clit. You moan as he rubs it almost painfully slow.

“So wet.” He groans. He assaults your neck with open mouthed kisses and he starts to rub your sensitive clit harder. By now, you’re grinding back against his hand, your juices coating his fingers. Your panties are stained with your wetness, leaving a sticky mess between your thighs. Nanami moans by your ear, your body squirming against him giving him just enough pleasure to hold himself off.

The birds chirping outside, the city bustle just outside the window, and your moans create a beautiful symphony in your bedroom. Nanami is breathing heavy behind you, whispering praises to you.

“You’re doing so good baby.”

“You’re so wet for me.”

“You like that?”

All of his praise is punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your pussy as he plays with it.

Nanami slides a finger in your pussy, and then another, and he thrusts them in and out, slow and deep. His fingers massage your g-spot and the palm of his hand provides the friction that your clit is begging for. As he fingers you, his unoccupied hand crawls back up your body and grasps your throat firmly, not hard enough to choke you but hard enough to let you know it’s there. He guides your head back against his chest and your body rocks against his as he holds you.

Your first orgasm creeps up like a panther stalking its prey and it hits hard. Tears fill your eyes and your legs shake as you cum, a string of incoherent words leaving your mouth. You don’t even understand what you’re saying, but Nanami only answers with a quick “Mhm” as he guides you through your orgasm. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; his fingers keep fucking you, even when you cream all over them and your cum trickles down your thighs. By the time it’s over, you’re stuck letting out little gasps, but Nanami isn’t through with you yet.

He flips you onto your stomach and your legs are lifted up as he finally slides your panties off. He takes off his own boxers and stations himself behind you, then you feel his tip prodding at your entrance before he finally slides his dick into you.

You grip the sheets as he fills you up. He takes you by surprise every time, even though you’ve been in this same position countless times. Even with all the time that he took to prep you, it doesn’t make him feel any less huge. By the time he bottoms out in you, your breath is taken away. He doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. But, although Nanami is a patient man, patience eventually runs thin.

He pulls out and slide back in slowly. You’re already leaving a sticky, white ring around the base of this dick and, while the sight almost makes him lose control, he keeps his composure, like always. He gets into a steady rhythm.

“Mmmm… Nanami.” You cry out from beneath him. He’s touching every spot inside of you, and you swear he’s touching places that he’s never even touched before. Every thrust is deep and passionate, punctuated by the creaking bed. His bulky, strong frame brings about a certain strength in his movements, each one pushing your body higher and higher up the bed until you’re certain you’re about to smack against the headboard. Though you’re not certain you can take anymore, you say, “Don’t stop.”

This spurs on Nanami’s movements even more. His thrusts gain momentum and the sound of skin against skin gets louder when he speeds up. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you whimper as he drills into you. He takes both of your wrists and pins your arms to the mattress and, though he’s not being super rough, the idea of him having complete control turns you on even more.

“Fuck, baby, I’m…” You don’t fully get the words out before another orgasm washes over your body.

Nanami lets out a low moan as he continues thrusting. “There you go.” He encourages you as you coat his dick in your cum. He doesn’t even feel his own orgasm coming until it hits him like a brick wall. His dick twitches inside of you and the next thing he knows, he’s filling your pussy up with his own cum, and both of your juices mix until they’re indiscernible from one another. He doesn’t stop until you’re left a breathless, shaking mess underneath him and until his dick starts hurting from overstimulation.

He finally pulls out and rubs your back until your body is fully relaxed. It takes a minute for you to come down from your high, but when you do, an almost serene smile spreads across your face. Nanami massages your lower back and then your thighs before he places a kiss on your back and gets off the bed.

He heads to the bathroom.

“I’ll get your bath ready.”

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lowkeyremi · 11 days

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

pairing: k. bakugo x fem!reader summary: Your man's birthday is coming up! Time to set up the venue for the birthday boy! Uh oh... gotta keep it on the low, I think he might be on to you. content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is nosy, little bit of swearing, mention of other characters (his friend group) (you can find the rest of the series here!) wc: 1k

"Shhhh!! Hurry up and bring the rest of the stuff out to the car." Kirishima and Kaminari can't seem to keep quiet while loading the rest of the supplies into the car for Katsuki's party. The two keep giggling and messing around.

"Sorry [name]! We'll be quieter!!" You highly doubt that because they said that the last two trips and if anything they've gotten louder. "Come on guys, we don't wanna give it away. You know how hard it is to actually surprise Katsuki." The boys know how much you've wanted to do this, so they quiet down and quickly take the rest of the party supplies to your car.

At this point it's almost like a challenge; to see if you can surprise him. His last two birthday parties you've tried to plan out were a major fail because Todoroki didn't understand the element of surprise and said, "Oh yeah, we're just getting everything ready for your party." and the other year he had threatened Mineta into telling him what you were plotting.

So, this year in order to keep it an actual secret, you had told very few people (kirishima, mina, sero, denki, and midoriya.) and sent Katsuki off to his parents to "enjoy his birthday with his family." His birthday isn't until a few more days but his parents were able to tire him out enough to keep him from asking questions or bothering you guys. he's currently in his room napping at 7pm.

"Alright, Sero, Can you read through the checklist once more to make sure we have everything?" Sero's quiet helpful, he'll be hanging up a lot of the decorations and what not. You had momo make a bunch of cool decorations yesterday while Katsuki was out with his parents and then sato baked a cake, that resides in the teacher's lounge thanks to Aizawa Sensei. You had also gotten the decorations that you and Mitsuki went out and bought a little while ago. She is such a big help and a huge part of why this whole plan is working.

Sero reads though the checklist and you give him a small "yeah" each time you see an item on the list.

"Okay I think that's everything let's go!"

In all honesty, Gym Gamma isn't that far away from the dorms, but carrying all of that stuff would have been a huge pain, which is why you're taking your car, with special permission from Aizawa of course.

When the six of your arrived at the gym you took charge of making sure the door was open for everyone to load everything in, and locking it behind you when everyone was inside.

Your teachers had already come up with some kind of white lie saying they were using the gym for some kind of new practice when in reality you're just setting up Katsuki's party.

So far everything's going according to plan, since Kirishima is probably the strongest one there he helps with setting up tables and moving them. While Denki sets up all the music equipment. (he, jiro, tokoyami and momo are going to play music)

Mina, being a natural leader is telling people where to put things, how high to hang up decorations and what not. She's really damn good at it too.

While you're in the trance your phone buzzes in your pocket and you hear the familiar ring tone of fireworks. When you and Katsuki started dating you set his ringtone to fireworks just to piss him off, and at first it did, but now he's just used to it.

"Hello?" In response you here a loud shuffling noise and a small grunt.

"Where the fuck are ya? Your location's off." If it were anyone else on the phone with him they probably would have thought Katsuki was being rude, but this is just how he is.

"Are you sure? I'm like 100% sure it's on." It's not. You know it's not. You aren't completely sure if he knows the gym is "off limits" because he crashed as soon as he got back. There's no way you're gonna risk it though because if he does know about the gym not being available he'll get suspicious of you being there.

"I'll check again, but I'm pretty sure it's off." His voice is groggy with sleep and he goes quiet while checking to see if you're location is on. While he's doing that you quickly mute your phone and yell out, "WHO'S NOT DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?"

Midoriya is the first to respond, he runs right over to you ready to help.

"Listen, Izuku. I'm about to tell 'tsuki that i'm headed to my favorite book store on campus. I need you to take my phone and just kinda hang out there and if something goes wrong, like he tries to call just call one of the others so you can let me know, okay?" The green haired boy shakes his head furiously fast.

"I CAN DO IT!!" Even though you're slightly exhausted, Midoriya's energetic attitude does hype you up a bit.

You quickly unmute your phone, "Hey baby, I'm going down to the book store for a little while. I need to get this one book."

His bed creaks, indicating that he's just finally sat up in bed, "Alright, I'll meet ya there."

"I just need some time alone, please don't come by." You try your best to sound like you need space, because you know your boyfriend respects you and your space.

"Oh.. alright. If you want me to come get ya I will." Guilt slowly trickles through your stomach when you hear his voice drop into disappointment but you know it will all be worth it in the end.

"Love you Kats, I'll see you in a bit." The blond hums quietly in contentment.

"I love you too, be safe." With that he hangs up the phone.

Izuku quickly leaves with your phone to the book store and you + the others get back to work on decorating and making sure everything is organized.

"Okay guys! I think if we keep working at this pace we'll be done in thirty minutes or so." Everyone whoops in excitement.

It turns out you aren't the only one who wants to surprise Katsuki Bakugo.

day 1: you make a birthday gift for katsuki - @zanarkandskylines

day 2: you invite all of class 1-A to the party - @xbabyd0lli3x

day 3: shopping for decorations- @angels-fantasy

day 4: You make a present plan 2.0! - @starieq

💖 day 5: Decorating the venue for his birthday party ! @lowkeyremi

day 6: Baking the cake for his party - @queenpiranhadon

day 7: you and your classmates surprise him ! - @cashmoneyyysstuff

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k2ntoss · 4 months

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UNTITLED N°1 !! demon dean

(gif from pinterest, credits to the owner)

tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dean x f!reader, did i already said this is demon dean shit???? i am vibrating on another level istg, fingering (f. receiving), sex toys (vibrator), spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, public space, unprotected sex, etc.

a/n ⭒ ian i swear i'll hunt you down for giving me ideas EVERY FUCKING DAY and yeah, implicit the fact of the lipgloss stuff i wrote for jason but a bit different here, it's 1 am and i'm going back home from a party so prob no proof read, shhhh

words count ⭒ 2.505 (at this point i don't even dream of doing something short)

dean was changed since the last time you saw him, right before he received the mark of cain and way before he turned into a damn demon, sam and you looked for him for days until you stumbled with him outside of a night club which wasn't the best situation to find the guy who was supposed to be your boyfriend, the one that once treated you like the most important thing on his life and now only thought of you as another one night stand.

and what are you doing at a night club? well, long night and almost no sleep so you decided to take baby for a ride and maybe look for dean and here you are, standing in front of him while you fight the urge to punch him right across the face when you notice the lipstick smudges he has all over his jaw and neck "you're fucking amazing, dean" the sarcasm that drips from your voice seems to amuse him, dean grins at you with arms crossed over his chest as he walks closer "looks like you can't remember you shouldn't take the things that don't belong to you, sweetheart" he ignores your annoyance completely, walking around you with heavy steps almost as if he was a predator and you were a sick little animal to hunt and torture.

"yeah? i couldn't care less, what the hell are you doing here?" right behind the club the parking lot is almost empty, the led lights drawing shades on your bodies and the muffled music being almost completely hushed by your voice "having fun, can't a man have fun with a bunch of pretty girls? or are you getting jealous?" he has always had a smart mouth but this time his words do hurt a little but they also fuel your anger "you're being an ass, dean" words come out as a growl, avoiding his question because he already knows the answer damn well, it doesn't take humanity to understand that she loved the dean she used to know and that this dean only made her remember him but here again, he couldn't care less about your feelings right now.

"and you're being a pain in the ass, darling" he'll reply once he's in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips at the same time he leans in making your heart rush because even with dean being a demon there was still an ounce of the man you loved and that minimal part of him still wanted you and only you, it was enough for it to take over and make you notice the glimpse of desire he had, a growing need to press his lips on yours and pin you against the impala, the same one that has already been the place for a good amount of the times you've let yourself melt into each other's touch and oh, if the evil side of dean hasn't used those memories to get off to your vulnerable image when you tremble under your lover. the way he stands so close to you, how he looks at your lips and licks his owns makes you shiver, making your lips part before he gives into your dean's needs; his lips are over yours, a bruising kiss as his hands grip your waist roughly, his touch making you moan from the pain his hands inflicted on your flesh.

once he pulled back you were panting and dean was living for that, his hand ran until it was on your neck "i think i have something in mind that you could enjoy, i miss someone misses fucking you dumb..." he whispers while tilting your head up to make you look up at him, green eyes fixed on yours made feel hypnotized until the point you walked to the passenger seat as dean got behind the steering wheel, the sigh making you even more hungry because the way he drove always made things to you. dean made the engine roar, pulling into the road until you both were sure it was safe to start anything. dean leaned to your side, his arm going behind your sit until he was able to reach a small vibrator he had used before with you, one of your road adventures from the past "are you gonna be good for me?" his voice was filled with a hint of what felt like mischief but also that cockiness that was part of him, you knew that maybe this wasn't the best idea, you should be the one driving to take dean back to the bunker but you mind was full of the bunch of memories of your boyfriend's dick deep inside of you and that was enough to make you forget any other responsability for at least a while, it had been a good long time since the last time you had any kind of sexual interaction thanks to him so, why not take the chance? so you nodded at him, lips pressed in a thin line as you waited for his next move.

there's a smirk on dean's face as he drives single handled, twisting the small vibrator between his fingers, dropping it on your thigh while you shift on your seat "sit pretty and spread those pretty legs of yours for me" he orders simply and you obey, legs spread enough for him to reach with his hand, undoing your belt and buttons before he slides two fingers under your clothes, starting to caress you slowly, torturing he plays with your clit circling over it before he pinches it softly making you moan shamelessly "fuck, dean..." you mutter when one of your hands goes to grab his wrist to make him stop when his fingers circle a bit faster "oh, you're being a little killjoy" he taunts with a click of his tongue but he takes his hand off you to grab the toy, turning it on just to slide it until he's able to press it against your sensitive bud, the vibrations making you gasp and hold onto the leather seat "just as slutty as always, aren't you? bet you've been dreaming about being fucked by me a lot lately" words making you moan and buck your hips, your eyes fixed on his movements when dean takes his hand away again, fingers coated on your wetness which he licks while glacing at you, the action only making you squirm in need of his mouth on you "and also as sweet as always, mhm, i could pull over and eat your pussy but i have other things in mind... close your legs, baby, and don't even think you can cum before i say you can."

with your legs closed the vibrator was pressed a little harder on your clit, it makes you sigh and whimper in the five eternal minutes it takes dean to find a good place to pull over, behind a small bar. he opens the door, getting to the back seat and sitting there, legs spread and his arms across the back of the seat "aren't you gonna come here, baby?" he asks teasingly, of course he was asking you to walk yourself out of the car and to the back seat, shaky legs and overstimulated, cursing him on your mind but still growing needier so when you get off the car and open the back door you can't help but bite your lip when dean is there undoing his belt and taking it off slowly with his eyes glued to you "come here and lay on my lap, sweetheart" he takes your hand in his, pulling you in taking advantage of your weak legs to make you lay on his lap, tummy flat over the seat while your hips rest over his legs when he closes the door before his hand stops on your ass, stroking you softly as he started to pull your jeans down slowly exposing your silky panties, chuckling lowly at the sight of the wet spot between your legs where the vibrator was still making you squirm and moan "so fucking wet, mhm? thought you would be harder to break down... such a easy whore" dean's voice is as rough and low as all the times you've found yourself so needy and hot for him, the big difference was that right now he was indeed a big bad wolf about to eat you alive.

every thought was erased of your head as soon as you felt his belt comming down to hit your ass, making you moan as dean's free hand snaked between your thighs to pull off the vibrator "oh, the little girl enjoys being spanked? you have a pretty sick mind, huh, you like being treated as a slut?" another spank falls on your rear, making you squirm and hold back a loud whimper before you nod "i love it... when you treat me like that" you moan, your reaction brings a wide grin to his face as he lets the leather belt fall again on your ass, the red marks of it standing over your skin as a sing of the way it would bruise by the morning, fuel for dean to keep it up until your cheeks were all red, your hips up with your ass on the air and your eyes teary from how much you needed him "god... dean, please" you beg and he growls at your voice.

"down. on your knees" he is quick to command, making you kneel on the floor, sitting all pretty and obedient between his legs as he undoes his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers making your mouth water at how hard his dick was in front of you "open that pretty mouth of yours, i want to fuck your face" the amount of dirty words turning you, leaning in you place your hands on his thighs while your tongue runs over his lenght tasting him and moaning softly at the way dean is looking at you. the growl he lets out when your lips are wrapped around his tip is gutural, his left hand going to grab a handful of your hair while you suck on him, tiny licks on him that leave your lips shiny from his precum "never thought a slut could look as pretty as you, mhm, those lips all pretty and shiny for me" he says in a low and raspy tone before he pulls your head by your hair, pressing his cock between your lips to make you swallow him right before he starts to move you, his hands making you bob your head causing you to gag and choke. your eyes are closed but it doesn't stop a few tears from falling from your eyes while dean pushes his dick into your mouth, throat fucking you between growls and moans of pure pleasure, smirking each time you gag and chuckling when he lets you pull away to breath but it doesn't take you too much until you're again looking to put his dick into your mouth "oh, baby so hungry... a needy whore that loves choking on my cock"

you whine when dean pulls you away from him, his hand grips your hair to bring you back to his lap but this time he makes you sit with your back pressed against his chest "i need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart, wanna see you ride me like a fucktoy" he whispers into your ear before making you lean forward, your ass perfectly pressed against him and a nice view of your hips and waist when he lifts you up and pulls your panties to the side before pushing his dick inside your snug walls in a rough thrust "so damn thight... gonna make you scream, baby" dean growls while his hands hold your waist to urge you to start moving.

at first you're just grinding your hips against his, feeling his dick moving inside of you in a way that made you moan softly but the need building inside your tummy made your movements change into quick and sloppy hops while you held yourself on the front seats, tits bouncing and your ass slapping against his body "that's a good bunny, fucking yourself on my cock like a good slut" a low moan escapes his lips and his hands are sliding under your black top, lifting the fabric until his hands are squeezing your breasts "you know how i love it when you're not wearing anything under your shirts? love this perfect tits of yours" you moan when his fingers are toying with your nipples at the same time he decides to move his hips to meet your movements, making him reach deeper inside of you.

anyone who came out of the bar sober enough could see what was going out inside of the impala, the sight of you bouncing with your eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned loudly enough to be heard if someone came closer to the car, it only turned you on more and it showed in the way your pussy clenched around dean like a vice, his strokes only going faster and harder when your legs started to fail you to keep on bouncing on him "who would have thought you would like to be seen getting fucked like a whore, mhm, you enjoy the way everyone knows you're getting dicked down so good, baby?" and you nod, your moans making it hard for you to speak properly, dean is laughing at you and it's humillating but it also makes you hornier "dean... i need to cum, please" your pleas are met with a hard squeeze on your tits and a hard thrust "really, bunny?" he asks with a smirk, hands back on your waist before he leans in to press a kiss on your back "do it, baby, cum all over my cock" and it takes you nothing, your pussy is squeezing him hard making a dark growl escape him and you're about to ask him to fill you up when dean lifts you, sitting you on his lap " 'm not filling your greedy pussy, love, not like you deserve it" he grunts, his hand around his dick as he strokes himself.

dean growls behind you, he's fisting his cock and moving his hand using your wetness to make his task easier and the lewd sounds make you eager to feel his hot load wherever he wants to put it on you "mhm, want me to cum on your dirty body, slut?" he asks with a smirk as his hand slows down for a bit "yes, please..." you say softly and it's the only thing dean needs before he cums behind you, white streaks painting your back and ass as he bites your shoulder harshly "there you go, huh... such a nasty whore" dean mutters on your neck, kissing your skin and nibbling on it "the best fuck i've had lately"

#mara's thoughts #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x f!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural

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enidsinclairaddamsthesecond · 2 months

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You belong with her me Pt 2~ T.N x Reader

Yule Ball

Summary: Y/n has been just asked out to yule ball by her crush - Theodore Nott! Will she finally get the courage to reveal her true feelings for him? But first of all, will the popular heart throb like her back?

Warnings: Typical Theo, Singer!Reader.

Inspiration: Taylor Swift's You belong with me song from fearless album. ᯓ★

Authors note: Hey yall! Sorry for the late update, I have been really busy for the past few days, hope you understand. This is the first part . Let me know your comments down! Lots of love #A/N 💌

Tagged: @jetblackpayne and @m0rg4na and @lafrone

THE NIGHT BEFORE YULE BALL

y/n decided to tell Pansy the truth. Whats the point? She would ask her in a few mins anyway.

y/n POV

"Y/n!!!" Pansy pounced on me from behind as I entered the Slytherin common room. I sigh, now is the time I thought.

"girls got something to sayyy?" She asked teasingly. I acted as if I didnt know what she was talking about, but I knew this will not help me for long.

"ugh fine, I'll just ask, Who did you ask? Or did someone ask you out for the yule ball?" She smiled.

"Ok, I'll tell for that cute little puppy eyes of yours" I say mockingly for which she laughed out.

"someone asked me out" I say, trying to make her, lose her patience. "yeah… who is it?" "Theodore-" "NOTT!!!" she screams. "shhhh- yeah him! Keep your voice low will you?" I look up from her and scan the room to see if the tall boy was anywhere near. He wasnt.

"Ohh… I never knew that play boy had feelings for you" she laughs. I bite my lip. Oh Pansy, I would love it if that was true. Only if you know. I thought. "No no its nothing like that. He just wanted a girl-" "to come with him to the yule ball because he just broke up with Alexjandra? I got to know" She nodded. "But I didnt know he chose you!" she teases. I smile.

After a long pause.

"I wanted to tell you something Pansy, even if its kinda late, I-I… I have-" "feelings for Theo ever since year one? Well if that is the case, I know. By the way its way too late to tell that now" She fold her hands. I drop my jaw. How does she know everything? "well how do u know?" I question.

"Open your eyes y/n. I have been your friend for four years. I have always noticed your side glances, the way you change the topic if I ever talk about him, the way you get so nervous while approaching him, these signs, its obvious!" I blushed heavily. "why didn't you tell me then? Tell me that knew?" "I waited till you confessed by your own will" she smiled. I was still surprised. I pulled her in for a hug. "Thats what I call a soul friend" "whats even a soul friend mean?" she laughs as I hug her tighter. "Who did you ask out?" I ask. "Draco" she smiled. "well doesn't take me by surprise" I wink. "so we are matching green tomorrow?" "Yes! Ill show you my gown!" saying so, she pulled me up to the girls dorm.

YULE BALL

Theodore Nott's POV

Draco nudged me. "will you tell me who you asked out? I mean I have been waiting for that reply ever since yesterday!" "Dude she is Slytherin alright, calm down!" "ya who is she? The name I mean, to be more specific" he rolled his eyes. "You will know soon enough" I laugh at his impatience. "The fact that I already told I'm going out with Pansy" he grunts. I laugh. Pansy came out of no where behind Draco and surprised him. "How do I look Draco?" She asks, her cheeks flustered. "All the best you two" I wink at them. "All the best with y/n! break her heart, I'll break yours" Pansy threatened. Draco smiled. He knows now. And the pair left. I turn hoping to see y/n, instead it was Hermione, she came down the stairs and linked her hands with Krum. I roll my eyes. I hate both of them. My patience was running out. Where is she? I groaned. At the same moment, y/n came down from the stairs, holding the railing.

She wore a nude makeup barely visible. Or... it was her natural beauty. A green satin gown highlighting her thin frame. I was stunned to see the charming young women approaching me. Her eyes searched the hallway and finally landed on mine.

Y/n POV

I blush when I saw him staring back at me. I smile and approach him. "There you are!" "sì, bella mia" he says something in Italian, and takes my hand in his palm and kisses it. This isn't helping. I blush more. "what does that mean?" I laugh. "common lets go" he says smiling and I link my arms with his. We reach the hall, and sure there are many people as expected. "Where is that Marlowe?" he snarls searching for her. I get sad a little bit. "hey" I place both of my palms in his cheek and gently force him to look at me. A very brave move from me, indeed. "today, can it be just for both of us? Even if we are just acting and you know… at least we'll try to make each other happy and have some fun" I say smiling.

He returns my smile and his hands grab by waist and pulls me closer to him. "If you say so Amore mio!" he smiles and looks directly into my eyes. I caress his cheek when all of a sudden and hand yanked me away from him. I gasp and see who the intruder of my dream moment was. Alexjandra Marlowe.

"Theo! How can you choose a trash bag to replace me!" she whines. "look we are meant to be together, its written in the stars darlings!" cringe I taught. Theo pulls his arms out of her grasp and says in a dangerously low voice;

"leave us alone jerk. You have no right calling her a trash bag, well actually your mind is peice of shit which should be kicked out in the trash can first. And touch my girlfriend like that, I'll kill you" he growls and with a fraction of a second he grabs my face and places a peck gently near my lips" He pulled my waist and glued the tiniest space between us and walked to the center of the hall. "Want to dance?" he asks. "with you? Ofcourse!" I smile. The music plays and everyone starts dancing to the beat. "you'v got nice moves y/n" "haha thanks-i used to be a dancer" We danced like there was no end. But we took a break to get a drink. "well played" he compliments me grabing a drink for himself and hands me one. "Thanks!" I smile. The music stops all of a sudden. "Well seems like there is a glitch- would anyone like to volunteer to sing meantime?" Madame McGonagall says. A hand raises up almost immediately. "That hand seems familiar" I mumble to my self. Pancy?! I never knew she could sing! The mic was passed to her; "well I dont know how to sing actually" she giggles, "thaught so" I mumble to Theo, who laughed. "But I do know someone who is a singer here" she pressed the 'do'. Oh what is she plotting now? "y/n y/l/n!!! cheer her to come on stage!" I gasp and i blush as all eyes were now on me. Theodore nudged me to go; "common y/n! I wanna see my girl shining!" "Do you want me to leave you?" i quick whisper. "I want to see you on stage! Go on! Wait i'll walk you to stage" he winks. As he links his arms on mine. Everyones starts cheering!

Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! I was flustered as this was my first time i got too much attention. I go up on stage and wave at the crowd. I smile and laugh. Madame McGonagall hands me the mic.

This is my chance to reveal my feelings for him, I decided to sing the song I wrote; YOU BELONG WITH ME.Alright here we go…1..2..3

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

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Season 1, Episode 3 - Dead In Water

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Flashback to after the Wendigo hunt:

Y/N is driving Baby back to the motel to pick her bike up after the hunt and her mind runs on her dad. They could really use the help looking for John. Sighing y/n breaks the ice. "You know fellas.....the hunt for you Dad. It's getting colder. We could use some extra help" Y/N says, turning to the boys.

"You thinking what I think you're saying?" Dean says surprised. Y/N shrugs "Yeah, I could use the father-daughter bonding session" She says dryly. Sam is in the backseat processing. He brought it up to his brother earlier, there really was a fat chance of y/n saying it but never say never.

"Are you sure y/n? We know you guys haven't been on the best of terms" Sam says concerned. Y/N hasn't seen her dad in two years. Hearing is one thing but seeing him after all that time is another. Sam would know. He hasn't seen or heard from his since he left for college.

Y/N just waves it off. "Have we ever been since I gained thinking of my own?" She says laughing but there's no humor behind it. The boys exchange a look and decide to just go with with. "You fellas in?" She asks as she turns into the motel parking lot, unclipping her seatbelt. "Yeah. All in" Sam and Dean say in unison.

"Alright, I'll call him and let him know we're on our way" Y/N nods, jumping out of Baby and Sam goes to the drivers seat. F/N inherited a bunch of safehouses scattered all over the US from his family. Coming from a long line of hunters, it made sense they had a place to stay when hunting. They were quite well off surprisingly. Last they talked, he was in the Texas safehouse.

They already packed their stuff, they just needed to come back for Quinn. She fishes her phone out to call her dad but no answer.

"That's weird" She mutters to herself. She calls again five times but it goes "This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right now so you can call my daughter. Y/N at (your phone number). Have a good day". The personalized voice message says each time. The boys can see y/n panicking outside and Dean steps out.

"Everything okay, Princess?" He asks her concerned and she turns to him, worry etched over her face. "He's not answering. He never does that. Even if daddy is mad at me, he always answers" She hyperventilates holding up her phone. Dean wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug.

Sam sees this and now gets concerned,

stepping out. Y/N's back is to him. Dean puts his hand up in a "I've got this" motion while nodding.

"Hey shhhh, it's okay sweetheart. We'll go find him" He comforts her gently, shushing her. His tone is soft and gentle, patting her head as he holds her. "Do you know the last safehouse he was at?" Dean asks, his hands still on her face, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Yeah, Fredericksburg, Texas. It's a 12 hour drive" she says, nodding quickly. Dean doesn't hesitate. They hop onto their respective vehicles and make way to the safehouse.

Y/N POV

Fredericksburg, Texas.

I pull into the safehouse's drive way in a rush, parking Quinn and running over to the porch. Dean pulls in same time in Baby, Sam holding on for dear life as his brother drives like a madman.

I knock on the door harshly screaming "Dad!?!". No answer. I pull my keys out of my pocket, hoping he didn't change the locks. I feel Sam and Dean coming up behind me. Unlocking the door and stepping in, the house is quiet. Too quiet.

We all make way to the kitchen that is empty, I rush up the stairs to my dads room. Bursting in there's no one. "Daddy!? Come on old man this ain't funny!" I scream hysterical. Praying nothing happened to him. "Y/N!" I hear Dean scream from the living room and I run the stairs. He has a note in his hand and I freeze.

"You should read this" He says softly. I take the note from him, sat on the couch and began reading.

Dear y/n/n,

I found John. I'm sorry but I can't tell you where he is, where we're headed or anything at this point in time. Do what you do best and kill as many evil bastards that go bump in the night. I am safe, John is safe so you don't need to worry, stick with Sam and Dean. You guys will protect each other.

To Dean I'm sure you're reading this too. Look out for Y/N. I can't tell you where me and your father are at the moment but soon we will meet again.

To Sammy. Please accept my deepest condolences, son. I understand the pain you must feel losing your girlfriend like that. Justice will be served, you can count on that.

Take care kids. Take care of each other.

Sincerely, F/N L/N

I finish reading the letter. Not knowing what I'm feeling. Fear? I think. Sad? Yes. Anger? Yep, that's the one. Crumpling the sorry excuse of a letter. I grab the vase that was next to me on the couch. "That SONUVABITCH!" I scream in a pure fury of rage. Throwing it at the wall causing it to smash into pieces. "Woah easy!" Sam and Dean try to hold me down from destroying to place.

Dean holds me into place, "We'll find them! I promise! We will!" He tries to calm me down but I just break down. Crying into Dean's shoulder. God I hate this. Sam looks at me, concerned and pity etched on his face. I finally get how they feel, not knowing where their dad is.

Sam walks over to us and wraps his arms around me and Dean. Now in a group hug. They comfort me the best they could but I can tell they're also pissed at the fact that my dads withholding information on where their dad is.

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Third Person POV

Sam, Dean and Y/N are at The Lynwood Inn Hotel. In its restaurant, Dean and Y/N are sitting at table after eating breakfast, looking over the newspaper for possible hits on cases.

A sexy waitress dressed in a rather revealing top and shorts comes up to them, leaning over infront of Dean. "Can I get you anything else?" She asks sultry. Dean looks up and Y/N look. Dean has his pen in his mouth tugging on his bottom lip, smiling.

Y/N's eyes trail up the girls toned body, checking her out but more subtly, not really in the mood to gawk. Noticing the way Dean is looking at the waitress, she clears her throat saying, "Just the check please" smiling tightly. "Okay" The waitress' smile at Dean drops and she awkwardly walks away.

"You know Y/N, we are allowed to have fun a little every once in a while." Dean grumbles, turning to Y/N. Pointing to the waitress walking away he says, "That's fun" and Y/N rolls her eyes annoyed. "I know how to have fun" She says scoffing, in an offended tone. "Really?" He smirks, intrigued. "When was the last time you had a hookup?" He asks probingly. "Little on the nose don't ya think?" She says cocking her eyebrow.

He puts up his hands in surrender. "Hey we're all friends here" He says chuckling. "Alright" She shrugs, sitting up properly. "Last time I had a hook up was.....the night you called me to and told me your dad was missing. Funny enough, I forgot his name and right as I was about to leave for the road to meet you. He woke up. He told me it was nice to meet me and I said 'You too, Mark'.... His name was Max" She says honestly and Deans mouth is agape.

Dean did not expect her to be that honest. He was teasing mostly, he knows Y/N is a very sex-positive confident woman who's comfortable in her own skin with every damn right to be. But thinking of another person with Y/N intimately, for some reason it makes his skin crawl and his chest hurt.

Y/N snorts at his facial expression, putting up finger on his chin to push his jaw back up into place. "Pick your mouth up from the ground there before you catch flies, Winchester" She says and Dean snaps out of it. He covers it up with a smirk.

"Damn princess, I didn't know you got on like that" he teases, his voice husky and her breath hitches in her throat. "Wanna find out, charming?" She retorts back, winking at him and biting her lips. Dean feels a heat growing in his stomach, his eyebrows shooting up. His heart is going crazy. God the things I would do to this woman. He thinks to himself.

Even if Dean could respond to that, Sam approaches the table, coffee in his hand and sits down next to Y/N. Unintentionally interrupting their "conversation".

"You two okay?" He asks, feeling like he just walked-in on something. Dean and Y/N were inches from each others faces. They turn their heads simultaneously when they hear his voice. Pulling back, Y/N clears her throat nodding, "Yeah, just looking out for some cases." She says, picking up back the newspaper, scanning it with her eyes.

Sam chuckles, hiding his smirk at their discomfort of him interrupting their little moment, shaking the sugar packet, tearing it open and pouring it into his coffee. "Here, take a look at this. Think I got one" Dean also clears his throat, trying to get rid of all his lustful thoughts, resting down the newspaper on the table.

Y/N's POV (excuse all the POV changes)

Holy fuck I should not be this turnt on right now. Why am I turnt on? Focus y/n focus! We need to find dad. I mean fuck, you're here turnt on by flirting with Dean and our fathers are missing. Real classy L/N.

"Here, take a look at this. Think I got one" Dean says, clearing his throat. He rests down the newspaper on the table and I pick it up scanning it. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin?" I ask questionably. Never heard of it.

"Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18. Walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water. Nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Mantitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were founded. Had a funeral two days ago" Dean explained and Sam chirped in. "A funeral?" He asks confused. "Yeah it's weird. They buried empty coffin" Dean says also confused.

"Could be for closure" I say shrugging and they look at me. "Closure? What closure?" Sam asks, amused. "People don't just disappear guys. Other people just stop looking for them" Sam shoots back shadily.

"Is there something you wanna say to us?" I ask ruggedly, crossing my arms over my chest. His face softens a bit, seeming to just remember that my dad is missing also. "I'm sorry y/n/n. But the trail for our dads....it's getting colder everyday. And your dad telling us he can't say where they are. It's all just- odd" He says softly and I bite my tongue because he's not wrong.

"Exactly, so what are we supposed to do?" Dean says. "I don't know. Something. Anything." He says annoyed. "You know what. I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think we wanna find Dad and Mr. L/N as much as you?" Dean says irritated. "Yeah I know you do. I-" Sam goes to say but Dean cuts him off.

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years while you've been off to college, going to pep rallies. Y/N and her dad fell out but still talked more than you and dad did. We will find dad and Mr. L/N!" Dean snaps at Sam, authority in his voice and Sam's face drops. Ouch, that was harsh. "But until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Just like Okay?" Dean finishes and Sam sighs sadly.

Okay...awkward. The waitress from earlier walks past again and Dean's eyes roam her. I stew a bit and try to cut the tension. "Alright fellas, Lake Manitoc" I cheerfully with a fake smile and they both chuckle at my attempt to break the ice.

"How far" Sam asks.

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The Impala and Harley drive past a sign saying 'Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI.' Headed for what evil awaits us.

We pull up to Sophie Carlton's house, making our way to the porch of the rustic house. I knock on the door and a young man answers. "Will Carlton?" Dean asks. "Yeah, that's right" Will confirms.

"I'm Agent Fisher. This is Agent Ford and Hamill. We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service" I introduce ourselves, pointing to Dean then Sam and I flash him my fake badge.

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Will leads us out to the pier. An older man was sitting on the edge, looking out into the water. I assume that's his dad. "She was about 100 yards out" Will begins to explain, looking out at the lake sadly. "That's where she got dragged down" He points to the lake.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean questions. "Yeah, she was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She's ask safe out there as in her own bathtub" Will says.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asks. "No, that's what I'm telling you." Will says rigidly.

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" I interject. "No I- Again, she was really far out there" Will crosses his arms. "You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asks. "No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?" Will asks, now curious.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do" I say nicely, smiling at him. Me and Dean go to head back to our vehicles till we hear Sam ask Will, "What about your father? Can we talk to him?" Causing us to holt in our tracks and turn to him. "Look, if you don't mind— I mean, he didn't see anything. And he's kind of been through a lot" Will said, looking back at his father on the pier sadly. "We understand" Sam says understandingly and we all head back.

Now at the station, the boys and I try to dig deeper into the case. So we request to talk to the sheriff who isn't very compliant. "Now, I'm sorry. But why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" The sheriff asks us, skeptical.

"You sure it's accidental sir?" I ask him nicely. "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister" I insist. "Like what?" Jake, the sheriff, asks annoyed. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake" Jakes reassures us, offering the three of us a seat. I sit in between Sam and Dean.

"There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness monster" he says sarcastically and Dean chuckles. "Yeah. Right." Before looking at me and Sam with an exhaustive look. "Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure. And there was nothing there" Jake insists.

"That's weird though. I mean, that's the third missing body this year" Dean says, leaning forward in his seat. "I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about" Jake says, sorrowly. "I know" Dean says understanding, nodding. Jake sighs, "Anyway...all this, it won't be a problem much longer" leaning back in his chair, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks. "Well, the dam, of course" Jake says, as if we should've known. Right...wildlife service. The boys and I nod in fake realization. "Of course. The dam" Dean says, looking over to Sam and I. "It has...yeah...sprung a leak" Dean says. "It's falling apart. And the feds won't give us the grant to repair it. So they've opened the spillway" Jake explains, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table.

"In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. Won't be much of a town either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that" Jake says, narrowing his eyes at us and I say "Yes sir, of course we did" smiling sweetly. We hear a knock at his office door causing all of us to turn our heads and in walks a beautiful woman in a white dress and brunette hair. "Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later" She says smiling.

We all get up and instantly I notice Dean checking her out. Ohhh boy, here we go. "Agents, this is my daughter" Jake introduces the woman as his daughter. Of course, Dean is the first to introduce himself. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean" He says, giving her his classic shit-eating grin and his hand to shake. "Andrea Barr, Hi" She says kindly, taking his hand. "Hi" He says charmingly and I internally roll my eyes.

"They're from the Wildlife Service, about the lake" Jake says. "Oh" she says and I see a little boy come out from behind her. "Oh, well, hey there sweetie. What's your name" I ask the little boy smiling. He doesn't answer or even look me in the eye and just turns, walking away. "His name is Lucas" Jake says and the boys and I look at each other in confusion.

"Is he okay?" Sam asks. "My grandson has been through a lot. We all have" Jake says somberly. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." He says, patting Dean on his back as we walk out. "Now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asks Andrea. Me and Sam look at each other like, "this dude ugh".

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner, it's two blocks up." She says, me and Sam turn to leave but Dean being Dean, acts clueless. "Two..? Would you mind showing us?? He says and Andrea chuckles while me and Sam roll our eyes simultaneously. "You want me to walk you two blocks?" She asks. "Not if it's any trouble" Dean smiles. "I'm headed that way anyways" She says and we all nod. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at 3. We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" She tells her dad and then turns to Lucas kissing his head. We thank Jake again and we leave.

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Now walking down the street, Dean perks up conversation. "So, cute kid" He says. "Thanks" She smiles as we cross the road to the motel. "Kids are the best huh" He says and I cringe at this, holding back my snicker. I look over at Sam who's doing the same as me. Andrea doesn't answer and just says. "There it is" Gesturing to the motel. "Like I said. Two blocks" She says sarcastically. "Thanks" Sam says.

"Must be hard, with you sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line" She adds and I burst out laughing while Dean glares at me. Andrea smiles at my reaction while Sam puts his hand over his mouth. Holding his laughter back. She crosses the road yelling out "Enjoy your stay!".

"Dude, she just owned you" I say to Dean, laughing. " 'Kids are the best' " Sam mimics Deans statement from earlier, giving him his classic bitch face. "You don't even like kids" Sam says, matter of factly. "I love kids" Dean tries to convinces us. I snort, "Name three kids that you even know" I retort, pushing my hands in my pocket.

Dean puts his fingers up, trying to think but fails. I roll my eyes, Sam waves it off annoyed and we walk into the motel. He scratches his head, stumped. "I'm thinking" He lamely says, me and Sam just ignore him and go to book a room.

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Now in the motel room. Sam's researching on his laptop, Dean's sorting out his clothes and I'm by the window smoking a cigarette trying to call my dad again. 'This is F/N L/N, I can't reach the phone right n-'

I cut the phone off, huffing in annoyance. I toss my phone on the bed almost hitting Dean. He looks at me with a concerned expression as I out my cigarette and put it in the ashtray the motel had on the nightstand. "We'll fi-" He goes to say and I cut him off. "Yeahyeah I know, we'll find them" I sigh, slouching on my bed.

He just frowns at me and I feel bad for snapping at him. "Dean I'm sorry I'm just- I just don't know why they would do this" I put my head in my hands, running them through my hair. I feel the bed next to me sink, I look up to see Dean next to me. I just look at him frowning then he rests his arms around my shoulder from the side and starts singing.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad.

Take a sad song and make it better."

I start laughing, groaning in mock annoyance.

I smile thinking about the memories of Dean singing that song to me and Sam when we were little. Whenever John and dad were on long hunts, me and Sam used to get grouchy, asking all sorts of questions and Dean would calm us down by singing it. Honestly I think singing it for calmed him down also.

"Remember to let her into your heart,

Then you can start to make it better."

"You're such a dork!" I exclaim, pushing his hand off my shoulder laughing. "I got you to smile, didn't I?" he winks at me, a wide grin on his face and my heart melts for some reason. "Thanks for that, charming" I say gratefully, looking into his eyes. "Anytime, princess" He says sweetly, chuckling. Staring back at me, I could've sworn his eyes glanced down to my lips.

"So, there's the three drowning victims this year" Sam interrupts us. "And before that?" I ask, clearing my throat and snapping out of the trance I was in. "Uh...yeah...six more spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either" He tells us. "If there is something out there...it's picking up its pace" I say, crossing my legs as I lean back on the bed, bracing on my arms behind me.

Dean eyes me up and down subtly before clearing his throat. "So what? We got a lake monster on a binge?" He says. "This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me. I say as I get up from the bed and walk over to the desk Sam's sitting at, taking a spare chair to sit on. I turn it around and straddle it next to Sam.

"Why?" Dean questions as he leans between me and Sam's chairs, looking at the laptop. "I agree" Sam says before he continues. "Loch Ness. Lake Champlain. There are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts. But here...almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it" Sam explains but Dean notices something in the article and points to it.

"Wait. Barr. Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" He says. "Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam says, clicking on the article. "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andreas husband. Lucas' father" Sam says, turning to Dean and I continue reading the article. "Apparently he took Lucas out swimming . Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned...two hours before the kid got rescued" I read.

I click on the picture of Lucas wrapped in a towel being held by a deputy. "Goddamn, poor kid. No wonder he won't talk" I say, my tone filled with sorrow, my heart starting to hurt for the kid. "Maybe we do have an eyewitness after all" Sam says, scratching his head sadly. "No wonder he was freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over" Dean says in a benevolent tone, a flash of pain in his eyes. I rest my hand on his that's still on my chair comfortingly, sighing.

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Later we're at the park taking a stroll, kids playing, swinging on monkey bars, sliding down the swirly side. The works. We needed a little breather after reading that heavy article.

I see Andrea sitting on a bench looking out at Lucas, coloring and drawing with his crayons on a brick bench.

I nudge Sam and Dean to show them she's here, Sam nods at me and we approach her. "Can we join you?" He asks and she smiles at us. Hesitantly saying, "I'm here with my son". Dean looks over, smiling he says, "Oh. Mind if I say hi?" And he walks over to Lucas while me and Sam stay behind.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry McGuire thing is not gonna work on me" Andrea says to me and Sam as we take a seat next to her. "I don't think that's what this is about hun" I tell her. I look over intently at Dean trying to talk to Lucas.

He picks up one of the action figures next to him that looks awfully like what he played with when we were young and starts playing with it. After about 5 minutes he comes back after talking with Lucas.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me" Andrea starts explaining to me and Sam as Dean walks back to us. "Not since his dad's accident" she says sadly. "Yeah, we heard. Sorry" Dean says, empathy in his voice. "What do the doctors say?" I ask softly and she sighs.

"That it's a kind of post traumatic stress" She says and I feel bad for her. Losing her husband and her son disappearing emotionally infront of her could never be easy. "That can't be easy for either of you" Sam says. "We moved in with my dad. He helps out alot. It's just....when I think about what Lucas went through....what he says..." She says trailing off.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with" Dean reassures her. "You know, he used to have such life" Andrea says, smiling nostalgically. "He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there....drawing those pictures, playing with those Army men. I just wish—Hey sweetie" She opens up but stops when Lucas comes over with a picture in his hand.

He doesn't look at any of us and just hands it to Dean. "Thanks. Thanks Lucas" Dean says smiling and I peer over to see what it is. It's a picture of a house with a red roof and a grassy yard. Lucas walks back to his bench.

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Later, me and Dean are in the motel room on our beds when Sam bursts in. "So, we can safely rule out Nessie" Sam says. "What do you mean?" I ask him, confused. He sits on the bed next to us and starts explaining "I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead" He says, agitation in his tone.

"He drowned?" Dean asks. "Yep, in the sink" Sam says. "What the hell?!" I say in confusion, Dean shakes his head at this. "You two were right, this isn't a creature, we're dealing with something else" Dean says. "Yeah, but what?" I ask.

"I don't know" Dean says. "Water Wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean something that controls water." He says and something clicks in my head. "Water that comes from the same sources...." I say. "The lake" Sam finishes. "Yeah" Dean agrees

"Which would explain why it's upping its body count. The lake is draining, it'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time" Sam says. "And I'd it can get through the pipes...it can get to anyone, almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again, soon." Dean says, getting up from the bed.

"And we know one other thing for sure. We know that this has got something to do with Bill Carlton" I say. "Yeah it took both his kids" Dean says. "And I been asking around, Lucas' dad, Chris? Bill Carlton's godson" Sam rests the new information on us and Dean says. "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit".

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We walk down the short pier and see Mr. Carlton on the edge, sitting on a stool. "Mr. Carlton?" I ask as me and the boys approach him, speaking softly. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind" I say. "We're from the Department—" Dean starts but Bill cuts him off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today" Bill says, his voice absolutely broken. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?" Sam asks. "Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Wills death, we think there might be a connection to you or your family" Sam tries to explain but Bill isn't having it.

"My children are gone" Bill says, his voice breaking. I can't imagine how this poor man is probably feeling. "It's.....it's worse than dying" He croaks, looking up at us, tears in his eyes. My heart grieves for him. "Go away. Please" he pleads and we comply.

"What do you think?" Sam asks us as we walk back to Baby. I left Quinn back at the motel. "I think the poor guys been through hell" I say. "But it also seems like he's not telling us something" Dean adds and I nod. "So now what?" Sam asks us and Dean has this look on his face. "What is it?" I ask Dean. "Huh" He says looking over at a house that oddly looks like the one in the picture Lucas drew. "Well I'll be damned" I say, chuckling, shoving my hands in my jacket pocket.

Dean takes the picture out of his jacket, "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something" He says, opening the picture, looking over at me and Sam.

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We go to Andrea's house in hopes of Dean getting a word of two out of Lucas. "I'm sorry but i don't think it's a good idea" Andrea says. "I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes" Dean insists. "He won't say anything. What good is it gonna do?" She asks.

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt" Sam tries to reason with her and her face changes, worried. "We think somethings happening out there" I add. "My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all" She tries to convince herself.

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go" Dean says. "But if there's even a possibility something else could be going on here...please let me talk to your son" He pleads and she obliges.

We all walk up to Lucas' room, the door wide open. He's sitting on the ground, cross legged. Playing with his Army men, drawings sprawled out over the ground. Dean walks up to him and stoops at eye level. "Hey Lucas, remember me?" He asks softly, and I smile at his interaction with him. He wasn't lying when he said he loves kids.

Dean moves one of the drawing of a red bicycle and sits on the ground with him. "You know, I, uh...I wanted to thank you for that last drawing" Dean says gratefully before adding. "But the thing is, I need your help again" He says but Lucas continues drawing. Dean pulls out the drawing he gave him earlier, placing it down in-front of him and asks him. "How did you know to draw this?"

"Did you know something bad was gonna happen?...maybe you could nod yes or no for me" Dean tries to get an answer somehow, but Lucas doesn't answer, he starts breathing faster and harder. I think he's scared. Dean notices this. "You're scared....It's okay. I understand" He says gently.

"See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom" Dean starts to explain and my heart sinks. He never talks about Mary unless it's 'finding the thing that killed mom'.

"And I was scared too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see my mom...I know she wanted me to be brave and I think about that everyday" He pauses, taking a breath. "And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad...wants you to be brave too" He finishes and Lucas looks up at him.

This shocks all of us, including Andrea. Lucas picks up a drawing and gives it to Dean. He says "Thanks Lucas"

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Sam, Dean and I are in the Impala after leaving. Sam is looking at the drawing that Lucas drew and gave to Dean. It was a house with a church in the background, a yellow bricked two story to be exact. In-front of the house is a gate with a little boy in a blue ball cap standing next to a red bicycle. "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died" Dean says.

"There are cases where after going through a traumatic experience could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies" I explain, I remember my dad telling me that he and my mom dealt with a case like that yearsss back.

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?" Dean questions and Sam shakes his head disagreeing. "It's only a matter of time before someone else drowns. So if you got a better lead please" Dean argues but I agree with him. "We still got another house to find. And I think you've got a point" I say. "Only problem is there's about a thought yellow two stories in this county alone"

"See this church?" Sam says, pointing to the church in the drawing and I lean over, looking at the photo. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here" Sam says. "Ohhh, college boy. Thinks he's so smart" I tease Sam and he chuckles before mumbling "Shut it" and I smile.

He turns to Dean, a heavy look on his face. "You know, um...what you said about mom...you never told me that before" Sam says genuinely but Dean brushes it off. "It's no big deal" He says but me and Sam look at him, genuinely worried. He catches us staring and cringes.

"Oh, god. We're not gonna have to group hug or anything, are we?" And we chuckle. "Oh shut it, Winchester. I give the best hugs" I tease Dean, leaning over from the backseat. I hug Sam from behind his neck.

"Don't I, Sammy?" Sam laughs and returns the hug, holding onto my forearms with his hands. "She sure does, Dean" Sam says in a suggestive voice, going along with it, smiling. Dean just looks at us, rolling his eyes.

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Next thing I knew, we were at the church that Lucas drew for Dean. Across from the house is a yellow bricked house, just like the picture. We all make way to the house.

"We're sorry to bother you ma'am. But does a little boy live here, by chance." I ask kindly ask the sweet old lady by the name of Mrs. Sweeney who answered the door for us. "He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle" Dean adds. "No, I'm sorry. Not for a very long time." She says sadly, looking at an old picture of a young boy and I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"Peter's been gone 35 years now" Mrs. Sweeney sighs and continues to explain. "The police never....I never had any idea what happened....He just disappeared. Losing him....You know, it.... it's worse than dying" she concludes and the bells in my head ring. Me and the boys exchange a look and turn back to the woman.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean swallows, gently asking her. "He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school...and he never showed up" She's on the verge of tears at this point. I noticed something on the mirror across the room, a picture of two young boys. Peter and one looking very familiar.

I pull it from the mirror, examining. And I turn it around. Written on the back of it was...holy shit. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970" I read it out loud. Me and the boys basically haul ass out of there and back to the Carlton's house. "Thank you for time Mr. Sweeney" I smile softly at her before the three of us leave.

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"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow" Sam starts. "Yeah, Bill sure seems to be hiding something huh?" Dean says and I nod in agreement. "And Bill, the people he loves are getting punished" I says.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean says. "What if Bill killed him" Sam instigates. "Yeah, Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible" I say as we pull into Mr. Carlton's house. We all jump out of Baby and call out for him. "Mr. Carlton!" Sam calls out for him but no answer.

"Hey, check it out" Dean draws our attention to the lake. In the lake is Bill going out on his boat. Oh no. We all run towards the pier in a hurry. "Mr. Carlton! Come back!" We all begin yelling when we reach the edge of the pier but he keeps going further. "Please! Don't do this!" I scream, waving my hands in the air but he doesn't listen.

"Turn the boat around!" Dean yells. "Mr. Carlton!" Sam yells. Bill looks back at us and keeps going fast. In a split seconds, his boat is thrown into the air. Toppling over, causing the three of us the flinch. The boat falls top first and sinks into the lake. Son of a bitch.

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We call in the "accident" and all head back to the station. Jake just behind us. Entering the station, Andrea sees us. "Sam, Dean, Y/N. I didn't expect to see you here" She says surprised. Jake looks shocked at her friendly demeanor.

"So now you're on a first name basis? What're you doing here?" He says, slightly annoyed. "I brought you dinner" Andrea says and Jake sighs. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't really have the time" He says, taking his jacket off and her face drops. She looks over at us and notices the look on our faces.

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" She asks, crossing her arms. "Right now, we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home" Jake says to his daughter and we look over at Lucas. And uneasy look on his face. Lucas runs and grabs onto me and Dean's arm. Pulling him frantically, panicking.

"Lucas! Wait, what it is?" He asks him, concerned at his erratic behavior. "Lucas!" Andrea says, pulling Lucas off of Dean. I kneel down and say, "Lucas it's okay. Hey sweetie. It's okay." I rest my hand on his head comfortingly, calming him down. Andrea ushers him out of the station and he looks back at me and Dean. A worried look on his face.

Jake dashes his coat in anger on the chair and goes into his office as Dean and I look back at Lucas. We all file in after and Jake begins chewing us out "Okay, just so I'm clear...you see something....attack Bills boat....Sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer.....by the way. Into the drink and you never see him again?" Jake asks suspiciously.

"Yeah. That about sums it up" Dean says as we all nod. "And I'm supposed to believe this? Even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake. And what you're describing is impossible??" He says, getting agitated. "And you're not really Wildlife Service" he adds and our faces drop. Oh shit. "That's right, I checked. The Departments never heard of you three" He says, his tone accusatory.

"See, now we can explain that—" I try to explain, lying my way out but he cuts me off. "Enough. Please." Jake says fed up. He's not even yelling. "The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bills neighbors say him steering your that boat just before you did" He says. "So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance or we can chalk this all up to a bad day. You get into your car, you put this town in your rear-view mirror and you don't ever darken my doorstep again" He points his finger at us angrily, giving us an ultimatum.

"Door number two sounds good" Sam says, cheekily. "That's the one I'd pick" Jake growls and we all leave. Something doesn't feel right however. This is going to happen again and Jakes failure to compliance will cause many deaths.

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We all left for the motel to pick up my bike and are now at the turn off into Milwaukee waiting for the light to change. I'm next to The Impala on Quinn, the windows rolled down.

The light changes and I see Dean doesn't move. Flipping the visor of my helmet up, I hear Sam sarcastically. "Green" to his brother. "What?" He asks, clearly deep in thought. "Lights green" I say and they turn their heads to me, outside on my bike.

Dean looks at me and waves his finger in the air in a circular motion, indicating for us to turn back around and go back to Lake Manitoc. I couldnt just left just like that either. I sigh, nodding and flipping my visor down. Following behind him.

We're now back at Andrea's house. Me, Sam and Dean are at her front door when Sam begins to get skeptical. "You sure about this? It's pretty late, guys" Sam says impatiently. Neither of us answer and I ring the door bell. Almost immediately after I do this, the door flies open. A panicked and scared Lucas opening it.

He's gasping for air and this alerts us all. "Lucas? Lucas?!" Dean grabs a hold of him but he runs off into the house, we all follow behind quickly. He runs up the stairs and as we follow behind it, we notice it's flooded with mucky water coming out of what seems to be the bathroom.

Lucas tries knocking the door down but I pull him aside and kick it down. Inside is Andrea, drowning, being pulled down in the tub. Me and Sam run in, trying to pull her out but she's being held down tightly. Dean stays outside with Lucas, shielding him from the sight.

Me and Sam groan and scream from the pressure that's pulling her down but eventually get her up, falling over onto the ground with her onto of us with her gasping for air.

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The next morning, Andrea is all dried up. Me and Sam are in her living room trying to comfort her. Dean went to look for some kind of clues on what's going on. "Can you tell us hun?" I ask her calmly, resting my hand on her comfortingly. "No....It doesn't make saying sense. I'm going crazy" She sobs, looking up and putting her face in her hands.

"No, you're not" Sam reassures her. "Tell us what happened. Everything" He says. She takes a deep breath, recollecting her self and thoughts of the events prior. "I heard....I thought I heard...There was this voice" She breathes out, trailing off. "What did it say" I ask gently. "It said... 'Come play with me' " She says, fearfully, starting to sob again at the thought. "What's happening?" She asks, panicked.

Not too long after, Dean rushes downstairs with a photo album labeled 'Jake, 12 years old'. Resting it opened on the table, on the page is a picture of a group of Boy Scouts. He turns to Andrea and queries her, "You recognize the kids in these pictures", pointing at the group picture as he leans on the table. "What" Andrea asks confused.

"Oh, hmmm...No. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must've been about 12 in these pictures" She says, pointing at the young boy, standing next to Peter Sweeney, our vengeful spirit. "Chris Bart's drowning, the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It was the sheriff" Dean says, turning to us. "Bill and Sheriff. They were both involved with Peter" I clarify, referring to the picture of Peter and Bill.

"What about Chris? My dad? What are you talking about?" Andrea asks us, panicked and confused. "Lucas?" Dean says worriedly, looking at Lucas who's staring out the window."Lucas, sweetie, what is it?" I ask gently but he stares ahead, opening the door and we all follow out into the yard.

"Lucas? Honey?" Andrea's voice is shaky, trying to break through to her son. Lucas stops at a random spot in the yard, looking down it and back up to Dean. I get an eery feeling from it. "Why don't you and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" I say softly to Andrea, she looks at me then at Dean who nods his head and then she grabs her son. Dragging him back to the house.

The boys and I get some shovels that were in Baby and begin digging. After a couple minutes we hit something solid, now using our hands to dig it it out. I grabbed onto what felt like a handle and with the help of the boys we pulled it out. Buried is a red bicycle like what Lucas drew. Holy shit. "Peters bike" Sam says.

We then hear a familiar voice and the cocking of a gun behind us. "Who are you?" Jake, the sheriff, has his gun pointed at me and the boys. "Put the gun down Jake" I said firmly. Jakes trembling with anger. "How did you know that was there" He asks, terrified. "What happened? You and Bill killed Peter? Drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike?" Dean says accusatory.

"You can't bury the truth Jake. Nothing stays buried" I say harshly. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake denies it and I shake my head. "You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about" Dean says, not letting him up.

"Dad!" Andrea yells, seeing her father pointing a gun at us. "And now you've got one seriously pissed of spirit." I interject. "It's gonna take Andrew, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them and it's gonna drag their bodies to God knows where. So you can feel the Sam pain Peters mom felt" Sam says lowly while Jake glares at us and Andrea looks terrified.

"And then, after that, it's gonna take you. And it's not gonna stop until it does" Sam finishes. "Yeah? And how do you know that?" Jake presses. "Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton" Sam says. Jake shakes his head in denial. "Listen to yourself. Both of you, you're insane" Jake says. "I don't really give a rats ass what you think of us, but if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them and burn them into dust" Dean explains to him harshly and Jake has this look on his face of guilt.

"Tell me you buried Peter somewhere and tell me you didn't just let him go into the lake" I say suspiciously and he doesn't look me in the eye which only confirms my suspicions. "God dammit Jake" I growl. "Dad, is any of this true" Andrea pipes up. "No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous" Jake still denies the fact, still pointing the gun at us.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad look at me!" She demands. "Tell me you didn't kill anyone" But just like before, he couldn't look his daughter in the eye. Her face drops, "Oh my god" she gasps.

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one, we always bullied him. But this time it got rough.." Jake begins to confess. "We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to....but we held him under too long, and he drowned" Jake confesses sorrowfully and Andrea looks horrified.

Now turning to us, "We let the body go..and it sank" Jake says, turning back to his daughter. "Oh, Andrea. We were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris...Because of some ghost? It's not rational." He tries to justify their actions and to be honest, it sickened me.

"Alright, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake. As far as we can, right now." Dean starts to instruct them but Andrea looks over and gasps. We all look in the direction she is and notice Lucas is out by the water. "Lucas!" Jake yells and we all burst into the direction he's in.

"Lucas!" Me and Dean yell as Lucas is sticking his hand in the water. "Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea calls out to her son but he can't heard us. Just before we reach the edge of the pier, Lucas is pulled into the water, I see the head of a little boy, pale, poking out of the water, looking at Jake. Jake notices this too and gasps. It has to be the ghost of Peter Sweeney.

Sam, Dean and I waste no time and dive headfirst into the lake. Searching for Lucas. I see Andrea taking off her jacket to jump it in but I stop her cuz the ghost could drag her down too. "Andrea! Stay there!" I call out to her. "No! Lucas!" She screams for her son. "We'll get him, just stay on the dock!" Sam instructs her as we look for Lucas.

"Sam? Y/N?" Dean calls out to us but we shake our heads. No sign of him. "Lucas, where are you?" Andrea sobs and we dive back down into the water to look for him. I hear Jakes voice on the surface, calling out to Peter pleadingly. "Peter, if you can hear me, please. I'm sorry" I resurface and see Jake getting into the water. "Jake get back! He'll take you too!" I warn him as Andrea pleads, "Daddy. Daddy, no!"

"Im so sorry. Let me- Lucas, he's just a little boy" Jake pleads, getting further into the water . "Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me!"

"Jake! No!" Dean yells out to him and Jake starts to struggle, being dragged down. "Just let it be over!" he screams. "Daddy! Daddy!!" Andrea screams for her father. Me and the boys dive back down. Me and Sam resurface back after not finding anything, looking over to Andrea shaking our heads.

Soon after, Dean resurfaces also, Lucas in his hands. I breathe out the breath I was holding back. If that little boy died, I didn't know if I could handle that.

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The next day. Sam, Dean and I are getting ready to leave the motel. Though we did save Lucas. I can't help but feel bad that Jake died doing it. We toss our bags in baby and I go to hop on my bike. But I notice Dean is awfully quiet, I turn to him.

"Look, we're not gonna save everyone Dean" I say calmly and Sam nods in agreement. "I know" He sighs. "Sam, Dean, Y/N" we hear a familiar voice call out to us, it's Andrea with Lucas. "Hey" Dean says smiling as Lucas runs up to us with a plate filled with what looks like sandwiches.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um...We made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself" She says smiling and Lucas looks up at his mom. "Can I give it to them now?" He says and a smile breaks across my face, it's so good to hear him talk, my heart bursts with joy.

"Of course" Andrea says, kissing Lucas on his head. "Come on Lucas. Let's load this in the car" Dean says smiling, talking Lucas to carry the sandwiches to the car. We watch smiling as they walk off and me and Sam look at her. He crosses his arms and I ask her softly "How're you holding up hun?"

She sighs before answering, "It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" She says and we nod understandably. Sam sighs and says "Andrea, I'm sorry". She smiles at us regardless and says, gratefully "You guys saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to....hold onto that".

I understand where she's coming from. I'd hate to admit it, but regardless anything, my dad raised me the best he could. For a man who had no idea what he was doing, he taught me how to make it out there as a hunter. I love him through everything and the fact that he's missing with John who's also like a father to me. I'm worried to my core that somethings wrong.

We walk back to the car and see Dean high-fiving Lucas after he thought him the phrase, "Zeppelin Rules!" And I smile at this gesture. The smile leaves my face when I see Andrea lean over and kiss Dean. I feel an aching in my chest when she does it for some reason, like my stomach and chest is on fire.

Turning my head away so I don't have to look, Sam look at me with a twinge of pity. "Thank you" She says gratefully. Dean give a a small back, scratching his head, he looks at me and I don't meet his eyes. Clearing his throat he says, "Sam, Y/N move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road" He walks over to the driver seat.

I head on over to my bike, starting her and revving my engine. And we're off.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Hi!idk if your requests are still open but can you write about the demon brothers(obey me!) Getting comforted by MC after a nightmare?ofc if they aren't open you can ignore my request!thx in advance

Obey me! [Brothers]

~♥︎Comfort♡~

Lucifer

As always, he works quite late. Exhausted, he fell on the bed. Not even bothering to change his clothes to more comfortable clothes.

After a few hours, you came in to check up on him but seeing his tired state you decided to make him move into a more suitable position and put the blankets over him. You tried to walk out but almost stumbled when Lucifer grabbed your hand.

"No...no, no no...!" His grip getting tighter, it was starting to get painful too. You slightly shook him to wake him up.

"Luci?...Are you alright? You can talk to me if you want." Due to his exhausted state, he didn't have any energy to put up with his pride and slithered his hands to your waist. He didn't say anything, silently sobbing onto your chest as he didn't dare to let go.

"Shhhh....it's ok, everything is ok. Let it all out." Soothing him, stroking his hair. You stayed still for a while until he fell asleep.

The next day, you both were doing things as if it hadn't happened. Although now you have Lucifer knocking on your door to come in and lay in bed with you. Slowly sinking into your warmth as you comfort him.

"You are my pride and...I love you, darling/[name]"

Mammon

@moonartz123 (sorry if you didn't allow people to use it. I just found your art on Pinterest since I couldn't find any other 😅 if you are not comfortable I will take the picture down and use a different one.)

Although sometimes he does come to you with silly little nightmares like Goldie being taken away by Lucifer. But this one is different, he came up balling in tears. Just putting his head on your lap as you do homework. As he tells you his nightmare. You kissed his forehead to Soothe his panic as his breathing starts to get more stable.

You slept with him through the night. Later you have an avatar of greed clinging to you. Hugging behind you, putting his head on your shoulder, etc. He smiles at you when you didn't shoo him off.

"I think I already found a new treasure. It's you and only you [name]"

Levi

Credit: obey me lol

You were on your phone doing etc. Suddenly you got a text message from Levi to come to him. You thought it was probably playing video games since it is pretty common for him to invite you at the strangest time.

You knocked on the door quietly to not wake up the others. He swings the door open and grabs you in his room. He doesn't let go so you just guide him to his bed. (Aka his bathtub) ....he ripped his pillows. (Not the ruri-chan one. The normal ones)

You did not feel comfortable sleeping with your head on a body pillow so you just decided today was the day you broke the neck for the sake of his comfort.

Later he got embarrassed and avoided you, not because of the nightmare. More like he was sleeping on top of you. Now he can't look you in the eyes for a few weeks.

"No way! Me, A yucky Otaku!....although I do wish to do it again with you so don't do it to others and only me [name]!"

Satan

I'm pretty sure this one is from obey me too.

You only came to him when you heard a loud

*Boom!*

It was Satan. Hah....I guess you'll pay since you didn't want Lucifer have extra paper work to get that fix-

"What's wrong Satan?" He looked up to you as he softens. He walked up to you and launched at you. You fell to the floor. It didn't really hurt though. You got up and carried/led him to your room where you got a cat who was injured but almost fully healed.

*Flashback*

"Seriously Satan?" You mentally smacked your forehead "you want me to keep the cat you found that is injured because Luci has a high chance of finding it?"

"Yes. I am serious! Just...for me? Please??"

'....damn those cat eyes of his!-' (also the cats too)

*Back to present*

"Satan...you can't cling to me while holding onto the cat." His face shows in disbelief.

(More like pouting.)

Later you guys slept on the bed while the cat was in Satan's arms. The next day everyone gets even MORE TERRIFIED

As he walked around with a huge eating grin. I guess his day got better.

"Thank you for calming me down, my peace/[name]"

Asmodeus

Pin/post by Envi on asmodeus obey me art

You were getting ready to get the makeup that Asmodeus requested at midnight. You saw him tremble. You softly poked his face to wake him up.

He started tearing up, wrapping his arms around your neck/waist. You sighed and just rub in a circling motion on his back. His throat was too dry so you gave him a bottle of water as you get ready and turned on the bathtub.

(Also I forgot, you are helping him with his skin care routine and makeup)

He thanked you for taking care of him. Now the rest of the day he kisses you!

Although he purposely kissed you with lipstick, and the bad thing is that it's hard to wipe off! That sly fox.

Scenario:

Bold is reader/you

"What do I need to do to comfort you?"

"F—ck me with loving s*x"

"What."

"..."

"Why do you have a rope-

HEY, WAIT‐ HELP MEEEE!"

. . .

"I love you, my blossom/name" (you know in anime, sometimes people confess under a blossom tree)

Beel

Credit: Origarnic on DeviantArt

He knocked at your door. Hiding his face in his pillow now is soaked with tears.

You let him in. You let him hug you as long as he wants. But you asked him to let go so you can make food for him since it usually makes him cheer up. Especially your signature food.

He followed you like a lost puppy, he always felt so full when he is around you. He loved your S/F

(Signature food)

It makes him so happy, feeling the love and warmth you put in the food. Oh how he loves you, he doesn't feel empty when he's around you.

"Thank you for the food my amazing, lovingly chef/[name]" :D

Belphie

You always sleep with him but this one time you couldn't sleep with him.

He was so used to sleeping with you, so now he's just laying there frustrated. (How could you leave him like this!) So he just gave in to sleeping pills that he secretly bought in case if you can't sleep.

(Now he's using it)

That was a bad choice. You have never seen him walking so fast down the hallway. He fell on you. You felt a few tears on your shoulder but didn't mind.

☆

Everyone was looking at you. Belphie was sleeping on your back/being carried.

Damn. You are hella strong.

"I love you, my Dream catcher"

"I love you, my dreamily love/[name]"

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cindersfireplace · 2 months

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4town Valentine's Day 💘

Jesse, Taeyoung, Aaron T, and Aaron Z walk through the hallway to their hotel room after taking a stroll around the neighborhood:

Taeyoung: There's nothing like bird watching on a calm afternoon.

Aaron T: I'm just glad there was an ice cream truck. That was one of the best chocolate cones I've ever had. Thanks for helping me chase it down Z.

Aaron Z: *walks behind him exhausted* Anything for you buddy 😊

Jesse: You good Z?

Aaron Z: *gasping * Yeah when I catch my breath next week I'll be able to function again 😮‍💨

Jesse: I wish Robaire came with us. It's good to get outside once in a while.

Taeyoung: I'm sure he has his reasons.

*Jesse opens the hotel room door*

Jesse: Yeah probab- sweet cheese and crackers! What's all this!?

*The room is decorated with heart, banners, balloons, pillows, roses, and LOTS of candles*

❤️🌹🕯️🕯️🕯️

Robaire: Welcome home my friends! I thought I would put up some decorations for Valentine's Day. *Sigh* Love is in the air.

Aaron Z: I didn't know love smelt like *sniffs* vanilla and *picks up a candle* … Late winter breeze. Whatever the heck that smells like.

Jesse: We were gone for like an hour? How?

Robaire: I'm very efficient when I'm passionate about something.

Taeyoung: So that's why Jess is always yelling at you to do your taxes.

Aaron Z: Were you not efficient enough to get any cookies or candy?

Robaire: That will be for the gift exchange.

Aaron T: Why can't we just buy cards?

Robaire: Because first of all the 4town best friend Valentine's super special gift yearly extravaganza exchange -

Aaron Z: I still say we should shorten the name.

Robaire: -is a time to appreciate each other's gifts and is a testament to how well we know each other. I love giving gifts and I put a lot of thought into them.

Jesse: And I very much still appreciate those custom ‘Art Dad’ oven mitts, but shouldn't we be focusing on our gig that day? The 4townies are so excited to see us perform One True Love live for the first time next week, and after the show I want to go to bed.

Robaire: Then go right to bed on another day of the year but you have to be there for the opening of gifts. Besides we've already drawn names for it so no going back now.

Jesse: Fiiiine if I must.

Robaire: That's the spirit.

Jesse: Uh I think a spirit is what we'll be if all of these candles stay lit. This is most definitely a fire hazard. I'm only agreeing if I get to put half of them out.

Robaire: Fiiiine. If I must.

Aaron T: We've known each other for a while shopping for each other should be easier. Right Z?

Aaron Z: Totally….

*Skip to the day before Valentine's Day at the mall*

Aaron Z: …Not.

Jesse: Come on Z it'll be fine.

Aaron Z: Not when I'm shopping for Robaire it won't. I don't know what to buy and he's definitely gonna try to one up us with his amazing gift.

Jesse: Does anything else in this world motivate you quite like your need to be better than Robaire?

Aaron Z: Absolutely, this is just a continuous priority of mine.

Jesse: So no then. Got it.

Aaron Z: I will search through every isle of this mall if it kills me. I will be victorious.

Jesse: Or you could breathe and let it go…and he's gone. Valentine's is gonna be fun.

*The next day*

Taeyoung: That must have been our best performance yet! Everybody was so excited, and despite my mild fear of heights trying to convince me otherwise, the rising heart platforms weren't so bad after all.

Robaire: Told you it would be incredible!

Jesse: Anyways now that that's over we can open gifts now.

Aaron T: Yeah guys the sooner we get this over with the sooner old man Jesse can take his nap.

Jesse: I'm not ol-

Aaron Z (whispering to Aaron T) You just want to get candy from your gift don't you?

Aaron T (whispering back): Shhhh I just care about Jesse's health…and my blood sugar.

Robaire: Anyways, who wants to go first?

Taeyoung: Me! I got T! Here you go! *Shoves present box into his hands*

Aaron T: YESSS! *Opens package* *gasp* It's a book of skateboard tricks! These are some of the most advanced out there and….a box of chocolate. Thankyou *hugs Taeyoung and whispers* This is why your my favorite.

Taeyoung: No problem at all.

Aaron T: So I guess it's my turn to give and I got Jesse *gives him a very messily wrapped package with 50 bows on it*

Jesse: Geez this looks interesting *opens the box* *gasp* ITS THE SUPER SMOOTH 3000! I've been trying to find this blender for months! My fruit smoothies will be so much better now! Thank you *lifts Aaron T off the ground in a hug*

Aaron T: Your *cough cough* welcome. Could you please put me down now?

Jesse: *Drops Aaron T* I'm next and I got Taeyoung. So here you go?

Taeyoung: *Carefully takes the box from his hand and opens it* Woah! Bird watching goggles! They even have little doves on them! Thanks Jess. I'm gonna have so much fun taking these to the park.

Jesse: I'm so glad you like them. They were some of the best I could find.

Aaron Z: I guess Robaire and I are last. You can go first Ro 😊

Robaire: No, I insist. You go first 😁

Aaron Z: Well this day means the most to you so you should go 😊

Robaire: And I like to share that joy with my friends so you should go 😁

Aaron Z: You.

Robaire: You.

Aaron Z: YOU.

Robaire: YOU!

*While these two keep going back and forth Taeyoung and Aaron T give each other a look and then open the presents themselves (whilst Jesse has too little sleep in him to deal with this)*

Taeyoung: Wow Robaire this is a really nice Destiny ‘s Child record.

Robaire: That's the exact one we listened to when we first met 🫢

Aaron T: Dang Z you got this cool basketball trophy. It even says ‘best basketball player I know ‘. Nice Sentiment.

Aaron Z: That was one of the first things I told you that I dreamed of receiving 😯

*They hold the gifts in their hands for a moment appreciating them*

Aaron Z: *clearly struggling* Th-th-th-

Robaire: Are you trying to say thank you?

Aaron Z: Nah I'm trying to say ‘That's all folks’. Yes I'm trying to say thankyou. Anyways thank you … for … this.

Robaire: Then I guess I want to say thank you too…I guess.

Jesse: Awww this is too sweet.

Aaron T: Maybe it wasn't about who got the best present after all?

Robaire: Mhm. Even though we all know it was me.

Aaron Z: Wh- if anything it was me!

Robaire: No you didn't!

Aaron Z: I got you the record that you sorry self was too BROKE for when we first met!

Robaire: I got you a CUSTOM TROPHY 🏆! Do you know how much that is in this economy?!

Aaron Z: But did I ask-

Robaire: But my-

Aaron Z: No but Robaire answer the question. Answer the question! Did I ask though? Did I?

Robaire: No but you can't just throw that in my face when I'm trying to be nice.

Aaron Z: Clearly not nice enough to admit I'm better…

*Senseless arguing continues in the background*

Jesse: T! They were this 🤏🏻 close to having a nice moment.

Aaron T: Sorry, I was just trying to bring some positivity.

Taeyoung: I'm positively sure they will be arguing for a while so I'm just gonna go now.

Jesse: Agreed. *yawn* 🥱 I'm going to sleep.

Aaron T: And I shall consume all this chocolate within the hour. I love Valentine's Day!

*Later that night Aaron Z and Robaire go to bed setting their gifts down on their night stands smiling at them and then turning the lights out to sleep*

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#Happy Valentine's Day 4townies #Hope this is a nice and remember to love yourselves #(Seriously Robaire has a problem he lit like 48 separate candles)#I guess this could also serve as a Christmas special if you change the holiday a bit #Sorry if it feels rushed (which could just be a flaw in my writing) I made this literally the day before Valentine's Day #Anyways I'm gonna go eat candy now #4town #4townie #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town taeyoung

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misskittymagnet · 3 months

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Hobie - Fucking in a Closet

Warnings: THIS IS PURE SMUT WITH NO PLOT! Semi-public sex, belly bulge, impregnation kink (if u squint), lmk if i missed any.

Summary: Hobie fucks you in the closet right after a show!

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, hope you enjoy it :D

“Shhhh, Someone's gonna hear, love,” he whispers into your neck. He kept a bruising grip on your ass as you whimpered in response.

You could still hear the light chatter from leaving group who who were packed around the small stage, only minutes before. Anyone could see the state you were in right now of they peeked into the closet behind the curtains.

“Hobie..” you let out a breathy moan when he brought a hand to your breast. You tightened the hold of your legs around his waist. “Ffuck, please…”

He chuckled. He let you down. “Strip for me, then”

You’ve already got your panties and skirt around your ankles, waiting like a good girl as he fumbled with his rather intricate pant buckles.

He's dick finally sprang out as he lowered his boxers, hard and leaking. He presses himself onto you once again lifting you back up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You can take care of this fo'me, can't you?"

You nod pathetically.

No matter how many times he sticks his dick in you, you never manage to get used to how long he is. His dick pushes past your dripping lips, and into your warmth. Both of you can feel it through your stomach, as his tip presses into your cervix. A small whine escapes your mouth.

"Takin' it like a good girl aren't you," He presses a kiss to your jaw. "Tell me when i can move."

Once you feel the slight sting from the stretch disappears, you nod again, "You can- ah!"

He presses his tip into you impossibly further, before he bottoms out. His dick repeatedly slams into you, as he pushes his pretty lips into yours, tongue forcing into your mouth. You feel the oddly comforting taste of the cold metal of his lip ring in your mouth.

He always gets like this whenever he has you so submissive. He's so rough sometimes, forcing moans and whines out of you. All for him.

Hobie lowers his head. Fluffy wicks tickling your nose, as he starts bruising up you neck. You run your fingers over them, tugging gently, as you didn't want to mess his freshly done hair.

You feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten and you whimper "M'gonna cum, baby."

"Fuck- I'm close too, sweetheart." He swipes a finger over you sensitive clit-

You gasp, and you came undone in his hands.

He grunted. "You're squeezing me-" and then a pretty moan spilled from his lips and he filled you up with his cum.

"Fuck fuckfuck!"

He pressed his lips into yours once again, rocking his dick into you as both of you rode out of your highs. "Im might jus' get you pregnant one day, love."

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#Hobie #brown #spdierman #spiderman #misskittymagent #into #across #spider punk #smut

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jungle-angel · 6 months

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A Chef's Home Is His Kitchen (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: You and Miles are busy prepping the house for one event and another that's around the corner

Miles's eyes fluttered open, the morning a steely grey as giant, fat snowflakes fell hard and fast from the cold skies above the home you two shared. He moved himself closer to you under the covers, kissing your cheek and pressing himself closer to you. You could feel him smiling into each kiss and a flush of heat rushing through you as his warm lips met your cheek.

"Good morning Mrs. Miller," he whispered. "You doing ok?"

"Mmmm happy as always," you sighed happily.

Miles littered your cheeks with kisses before you felt his hand trailing up your pale pink satin nightgown, rubbing softly up and down your thighs. "Is today the day?" you asked sleepily.

"Uh-huh," Miles answered. "M'gonna go downstairs and get everything ready."

"You want help?"

Miles had been about to answer when the soft cooing of your newborn son, had him tossing aside the covers as he went to the crib at the foot of your shared bed, gently lifting Baby Jesse to his bare chest. Part of you had forgotten how strong Miles was, his well formed muscles evident beneath his clothes and when the two of you engaged in the nightly lovemaking. You clenched your legs a little at the sight of your husband snuggling the baby against his broad chest.

"Shhhh, go back to sleep my angel," Miles murmured softly. "You, your brother and your momma need your sleep."

Baby Jesse quieted right down before Miles handed him off to you. "I'm not sure if he's hungry but...."

"I'll take care of that," you assured him.

Miles pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before slipping into a pair of navy blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt. As soon as he could, he headed downstairs to the kitchen to start the dinner preparations. Thanksgiving was always a chaotic time in the house what with Benny running wild and Jesse needing as much attention as possible.

Miles had just stuck the pot full of potatoes on the stovetop, switching on the burner and letting them simmer. The door opened and a flash of cold air entered the house, followed by his father, Otis who slammed it shut behind him.

"The hell you doin up this early?" Otis chuckled.

"Dinner prep, Dad," Miles answered.

"Miles it's six-thirty in the morning," Otis pointed out. "You and (y/n) should be down here together, drinking mimosas and watching the Notre Dame football game."

"Isn't Momma in charge of that?" Miles asked, his hands already wrist deep in the bird he had taken out of the fridge.

"Yeah but I know that when your uncles show up that house is gonna be a shitshow," Otis half laughed.

"So you came down here to mine and (y/n)'s place just to hide?"

"Just like I always do," Otis answered.

"Alright, well since you're here," Miles said rather cheekily. "Perhaps you'd like to help with this monstrous bird that needs to go in the oven?"

"Make me a drink first and then I'll do it," Otis told him.

Miles just smiled and rolled his eyes.

The two men of the house worked at the dinner prep until you came downstairs, fully dressed but still sleepy. "Well, well, look who decided to drop by this morning," you remarked happily.

"Well good morning (y/n)," Otis chuckled. "The boys still asleep?"

"They will be for a few hours," you answered. "Anything I can help with?"

"Mind helping me with the pies (y/n)?" Miles asked.

You jumped right in to help your husband and father-in-law, the three of you enjoying the morning as the snow pelted the house. Kathy came up the path just a few minutes later, kicking off her snow boots in the entryway before she shut the door and came to help. You and Miles were happy beyond all words to be enjoying the morning with your in-laws while Benny and Jesse slept away upstairs and even more so, knowing your whole family would be gathered there soon.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

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jungshookz · 11 months

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june's drabble poll!!

well it's not TRULY a cee comeback if i'm not reviving the monthly drabble polls where all the stans tear each other apart and i watch behind the scenes with a thing of popcorn while stroking an evil cat on my lap

if you're new here and have no idea what this is or if you just don't remember how this works (tbh i also forgot how it worked for a second but it's okay i figured it out) here's a quick breakdown of what's happening:

drabble polls take place at the beginning of each month where you guys get to choose what you'd like to read because we are a TEAM and i can't pull all the weight around here c'mon now

there are always four options! usually it's one newbie and three of your already existing favourite characters but sometimes i spice things up just for the drama <3 (as you'll see in this poll)

each character gets three chances to win before they get tossed into the bye bye bin!! for example if i plunk advicecolumnist!joon into the poll for june, july, AND august and he still doesn't come out on top in all three then i will have to fire him unfortunately (but there is still potential for him to have baby drabbles)

votes will always take place on my twitter!! i don't count any votes that come into the inbox so please do not drown my inbox because i can't swim D: and also voting is live about ten minutes after i post the options here on tumblr!

i think that's it but u know where to find me if you have any questions <3

feels so good to be back!! let's do this!! here are your drabble options for this month (even though we're already nearing the end of june but shhhh):

🖤 option one:

following the devastating, extremely emotional breakup with jimin, it takes everything within you to not burst into tears in front of everyone when word on the grapevine says he went out on a date with nayeon over the weekend.

balletteacher!jiminiverse;

sfw // hurts-so-bad-but-that's-what-makes-it-good angst!

featuring a fragile y/n trying her best to keep it together and a stubborn jimin trying his best to make it seem like he's unbothered!

🗞️ option two:

namjoon's the head of a popular love and sex advice column and he receives at least a hundred different letters a day, so you decide to (jokingly but also very seriously) send one in to ask for advice on how to handle a big-time crush you have on someone... that someone being him.

advicecolumnist!namjoon (newbie!!);

sfw // honk honk humour! soft soft fluff!

featuring hardworking coffee girl y/n who's pretty much willing to do anything to get handsome namjoon's attention!

⛱️ option three:

it's summer time, which means it's jungkook's time to shine... and after all this time, y/n still doesn't know how to deal with the amount of attention he gets as his reputation as the hot, sexy, omg-i-want-him-so-bad lifeguard.

lifeguard!jungkookiverse (returning to my wattpad roots to honour 2018!cee bc i've been too hard on her lately);

sfw // honk honk humour! soft soft fluff!

featuring a flustered y/n trying to contain the green-eyed monster inside of her and an oblivious as ever jungkook!

🍹 option four:

putting on a smile while watching ji-eun cuddle up to jungkook is already hard enough, but when y/n is (reluctantly) invited to come to jimin's massive end-of-semester party, she can't help but feel even more out of place.

smitten!jungkookiverse (calling all my feral smitten fans...)

sfw // honk honk humour! i-want-to-rip-my-lashes-out angst!

featuring a tipsy jimin finally letting y/n know why he doesn't like her and a long awaited important conversation between y/n and jungkook!

here's the link to my twitter to place your vote! (don't be shy, click the follow button hehe)

as always the poll will expire in two days which gives you an ample amount of time to think about which universe you'd like to step into this month!!

cee <3

#monthly drabble polls #monthly drabble polls: main #EXCITING

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softstraykidshours · 2 years

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I’m starting new meds today and I’m just not feeling great already mentally and I just want changbin to hold and comfort me 😔 wanna be snuggled and secured in his arms. Could you write something like that? It’d be much loved and appreciated ❤️ @/starloststraykid

@starloststraykid hello hello hello! i'm so so sorry you're not feeling well, i hope you feel better soon!! i hope this helps you feel a bit better - it was very fun to write. changbin is such a softie :( anyways, enjoy this lil drabble <3 -abbie & courtney

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when changbin came through the door and saw you curled up on the couch, wrapped in your favorite fuzzy blanket, and watching your comfort movie, he knew something was wrong. he quickly dropped his duffel bag and kicked off his shoes, rushing over and kneeling in front of you.

"baby what's wrong? are you okay?" he asks, worry running through his voice.

your heart melts at the concern written all over his face and you muster a small smile for him. "i'm okay, i just haven't been feeling well today."

his eyebrows knit together further and he reaches up to feel your forehead. "do you have a fever? what can I get you? water? medicine? soup?"

he jumps up and turns to go to the kitchen to start getting you things, but you stop him with a gentle hand on his arm.

"wait, no. i'm not sick or anything like that, i just have felt super off today. like i feel out of it and just not myself and i don't know why," you state.

“oh, i’m so sorry, baby,” he says while sitting back down on the floor next to the couch. he reaches up and gently tucks your hair behind your ear. “how long have you been out here?”

“ummm….most of the day,” you mumble, while turning away from him slightly, suddenly embarrassed about your lack of productivity while he was working hard all day. “i’m really sorry, i was planning on cleaning up the apartment a bit and doing some grocery shopping, because i know the fridge is basically empty right now, but i don’t know, i just couldn’t muster the energy to do anything.”

“hey, it’s okay,” he reassures, softly gripping your chin and turning your head back towards him. “there’s nothing wrong with needing some time to just do nothing. i care more about you and making sure you’re okay is more important. it’s not like i can’t just get something food delivered or something. i don’t want you to worry about any of that. just focus on doing whatever you need to feel better.”

you can’t help the tears that start to form at his caring words. he notices immediately and cradles your face in his hands, gently wiping away one that escapes and runs down your cheek. “did i say something wrong? i’m so sorry.”

“no, no, you didn’t say anything wrong, just the opposite actually. you’re just the best and i don’t know what i did to deserve you,” you say softly. another tear runs down your face, and you quickly brush it off, shaking your head at how emotional you’ve become. “sorry, i don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“you don’t need to apologize for having an off day, just tell me what i can do to help you feel better,” he coos. at this point the tears have started flowing in earnest, and you take a second to compose yourself before responding.

“just be here with me,” you respond. he nods quickly, and you smile softly when he immediately stands and scoops you up before settling back down on the couch. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest before readjusting your blanket to cover both of you. you feel immediately comforted and can’t help but snuggle further into his embrace, drying your tears on his soft shirt.

you spend the rest of the evening like that, surrounded by his strong body and familiar scent, his hands gently playing with your hair or drawing shapes on your thighs. eventually you drift off, only stirring when you feel his hold leave you.

“binnie, don’t go,” you whine in your drowsy state, arms reaching out blindly to find him.

“shhhh, i’m not going anywhere, just moving us to bed,” he gently scoops you into his arms, and you nestle into his warm chest as he carries you to the bedroom and settles the two of you under the covers. you fight off sleep for a few minutes, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of being tucked close to your favorite person, but eventually you drift off, comforted by the knowledge that you’re always safe and secure in his arms.

#request #starloststraykid #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #changbin x reader #changbin imagines #changbin fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #changbin fanfic #gn reader #stray kids #changbin #mine #soft stray kids hours #ask: hyunjin hasn't left the dance studio

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 9 months

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✨Small fluffy Texacali fic cuz I got a random burst of motivation✨ And im gonna leave this here because you love this ship: @loseradjacent

(also Texas is FTM and uses a binder cuz he's afraid of getting surgery and doesn't trust that the doctors will do it properly)

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California woke up at around 3am to the sound of someone teleporting into his and Texas's shared house. 'Who could it be at this hour...' he thought to himself as he got out of bed, grabbed his glasses, and started heading downstairs to see who it was.

As he walked to the living room, he saw the silhouette of his boyfriend, who had been gone for government stuff for the past 3 days. A smile spread across his face as he quickly walked over to Texas and enveloped him in a strong bear hug from behind and placed his head on the slightly taller state's shoulder.

"Hey Star...." he whispered and pecked him on the cheek.

Texas turned around so that he could hug Cali properly. He buried his face in the Golden State's shoulder and sighed contentedly, breathing in the scent of the new maple scented shampoo and bodywash Cali had been using. "Hey SafeSpace...." He mumbled quietly. Cali seemed to notice a hint of.... Pain? in his voice.

Cal pulled away and looked at Texas with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay babes??"

Texas pulled away as well with a smile. "Im fine, SafeSpace." Cali noticed how Texas seemed to be readjusting and pulling at something in his shirt, and it all came together pretty quickly.

He sighed and just decided to ask it right away instead of stalling. "Texas, how long have you been binding for?" asked the Golden State quietly.

Texas's eyes widened slightly before he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and said:

"Only a few hours, why?"

'Oh if only he knew what a bad liar he was....' Cal thought to himself before he suddenly pulled the other in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Texas was a bit stunned at first, seeing as it seemed that he was the one yat made the first move half the time, but he kissed back, wrapping his arms around the slightly shorter's (Texas is 6'5 and Cal is 6'4) shoulders/upper back. The two kissed for what had to be forever before pulling away, panting slightly.

California pulled the Lone Star State into another hug and buried his face in his neck. "Texas, how long? Please don't lie to me, all I wanna do is help you, and I need you allow me to."

Texas was silent for a few minutes, before answering. "Two days...I'm sorry, I-I-I-I couldn't let them know, I d-dont wanna k-know what they would do t-t-to me-"

"Shhhh shhhh.... It's okay, I'm not mad." Cali said, pulling away from Texas slightly and gently wiping away the few tears that rolled down his face. Cali silently swore to himselfto KILL anyone that would ever dare to hurt Texas. Usually it would be Texas doing the comforting and being protective, but at the moment it was California's job. He took off his own flannel and handed it over to Texas, who looked at him confused.

"Go put this on, it'll be baggier on you and you can take off your binder and stop hurting yourself. I'll take care of putting this stuff away."

Texas hugged Cali again and he buried his face in the other's shoulder. "Thank you, Amor." he whispered. He kissed California on the cheek before heading to the bathroom to change.

When he got back, California had set up a small nest of blankets on the couch and opened Netflix on the TV. A small smile formed on his face as he walked over to Cali, who returned the smile.

Texas sat down next to the smaller, who pulled them both into a laying position, with Texas pinned between Cali and the back of the couch. He leaned into the touch of the other's hand caressing his cheek.

"There's my handsome~" Cal said, grinning at the happy glint and blush that appeared on the other's face. He turned around slightly and started playing some random show that they had both already watched before turning back around and kissing the Lone Star State once again.

They pulled away and stared lovingly into each other's eyes before Texas hid his face in the crook of Cal's neck and started drifting off to sleep, and Cal following not long after....

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt texas #wttt california #hehehehehe this was cute and fun to write #wttsh

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snaillamp · 8 months

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Sicktember - day 2

So my assessments are nearly finished and exam season is literally right around the corner, but i have managed to smash out a few days. I really like all the prompts and will do them all, but I'm putting uni first rn. Enjoy as always!

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2. Quest for a Cure

Arin walked through the forest, glancing around the shadowy trees. He was brave, but even he feared the Dead Woods. Many things lived amongst the skeletal trees, human and not, and some even said unnatural creatures walked the cursed ground.

A twig snapped behind Arin, who whirled around, drawing his sword and glancing into the growing dark of the evening. There was nothing there...

Something pricked his the back of his neck, Arin’s hand flying up to his neck and pulling out the dart. He already began to feel woozy as he dropped it into the mud. Turning around, he continued to walk, fat raindrops falling from the dark, purple clouds that vibrated the ground with their thunder. Lightning streaked across the sky and made it easier to see but…

Arin’s stomach dropped.

There was a figure in his path.

His hair stuck to his forehead as he drew his sword, the rain trailing down his skin into his eyes. He wiped them for just a second and when he looked back up, the figure was gone. Holding his sword up, ready to fight, he panted in the rain. The adrenaline was coursing through his body as he stepped into a puddle, his foot sinking into it. Looking down, Arin yanked his foot out, and managed to raise his sword just in time to block the movement hurtling out of the darkness in the corner of his eye. He managed to fend off the person, sending it melting back into the shadows, before another attacked.

Swords flashed as Arin fought them off, grunting as he blocked attack after attack, the rapidly fading light and rain making it hard to see… Something hit him in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the ground. Landing on his back with a thud, Arin could see cloaked figures standing over him, laughing as they discussed what to do with him, one of them pressing their foot hard into his chest, crushing his ribs.

Some wanted to kill him right there, others wanted to keep him and others wanted to use him… Arin gasped as he tried to breathe, winded as he lay in the mud, unable to get up. Right as the bandits had made their decision, a loud thunder clap echoed around them. The very earth seemed to shake as the bandits looked up, the air suddenly still as they heard a squeaking sound. The cloaked figures talked amongst themselves as Arin’s vision started to blur, before they scattered.

The last thing Arin saw was another figure, holding an old, rusted lantern. The flame inside flickered and danced, enchanting Arin as he began feeling light headed. The pressure lifted from his chest, but he was already gone.

The figure watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he went limp with a sigh.

Arin awoke in a soft, comfy bed. He inhaled slowly, smelling pleasant herbs as he opened his eyes. He hadn’t realised that someone was dabbing his head with a damp cloth. Moaning tiredly, he tried to figure out where he was, his body shivering from cold, despite the sound of a fireplace crackling nearby.

“Shhhh… rest. You are badly poisoned.” Arin grunted as he tried to sit up. His chest ached, and looking down he noticed his clothes were gone. There were some bandages wrapped around his neck, across his chest and arms, firm and tight. He grasped at them, looking around for his clothes. He needed to get going, he needed… pain overcame him as he was roughly pushed back with a gnarled, bony hand.

He landed with a gasp against the soft pillows, head spinning. “Stay still. You are not well.” Arin looked over at the figure tending to them. “Who are you…?” He asked, his throat dry and aching. “It does not matter who I am, but what I can do for you. And right now I’m helping, so lie still.”

Arin coughed, listening to the ragged, old sounding voice hum gentle songs. He was so cold, but he was sweating so much, his bandages already so wet. He groaned as a wave of nausea hit him, making everything sway. “Hmm… worse than I thought. Will need more tincture.” The figure left his side, Arin turning his head to take in the tiny cabin he was in.

It was warm and inviting, if not a little messy. Drying herbs and flowers hung from the ceiling like garlands, strange carvings etched into the beams in the ceiling and the frames in the doorway. Even the window ledge was delicately carved with beautiful, curving runes.

There were skin rugs on the floor and skulls and bones scattered around tables everywhere, empty glass bottles and tubes peeking out amongst bowls full of herbs half ground into powders, shelves of books and jars and tubes full of strange liquids, powders and objects.

A large fireplace flickered at the other rend of the cabin, a cauldron hanging over it, bubbling away with something inside spitting up droplets of something. The hunched figure shuffled over to it, stirring it a little before going back to a table, rummaging around and mixing up a potion. They poured it into a long, thin tube, bringing it over Arin. “Drink.”

Arin frowned at the strange smelling liquid in the tube. It was an amber colour, with what looked like tiny fibrous specs floating around in it. “Uhh…”

The figure thrust it at him. “Drink.” They insisted, holding it up to Arin’s parched lips. Before Arin could turn his head, the figure pulled open his mouth, chucking the content of the tube into the back of his throat. Arin cough and spluttered, swallowing the liquid.

“Hey…” He coughed, “What did you do that for…?” The figure pulled back his blankets, exposing his chest, before pulling the bandages free. As they lifted them off Arin, he noticed the pussy, yellow stains on them. Lifting his fingers towards the back of his neck, he tried to feel the extent of the injuries, but the bony hand grabbed it, holding it tightly.

For an elderly hermit, the figure sure had a lot of strength. “Don’t touch, it will get infected. I need to clean it.” They shoved Arin onto his left side, and touched an ice cold cloth to his neck. It sent shivers down Arin's spine and he yelped, smelling the potent scent of a strong herb that burned his nostrils a little. It was a crisp, fresh scent, like the forest itself was being dabbed on his neck.

His back was exposed and pricked as cold liquid dripped over his skin, if he didn't feel cold before, he did now. The figure sat him back up, causing Arin to feel lightheaded again. The last thing he remembered was falling sideways, two strong, bony hands catching him and holding him up…

He awoke in much the same situation as before, bandages reapplied and cloth with warm herbal water being dabbed on his body, except this time it was on his exposed chest and arms.

“You’re awake… Good, good, good, good…” The voice of the figure mumbled, seemingly to itself. “Where am I?” Arin managed to whisper, his tongue feeling fat like a slug in his mouth as his words slurred.

“My home.” The figure replied, looking at Arin.

For the first time, Arin could actually see the features of the figure’s face. It appeared to be a man, with a long, sharp, thin nose arching down his face and two, deep, dark eyes. Thin lips were curled into a gentle smile and tattoos were etched into his old, weathered skin.

A thin, black line trailed down the centre of his forehead, from the top of his hairline to the end of his nose. Under his eyes, a line stretched from the inner corners, diagonally across his cheeks, and stemming from each of those lines, another line trailed down from roughly the middle of the diagonal lines, straight down to the man’s jawline. The markings were exactly symmetrical on each side. The man’s features Arin of an owl, so serene and deadly at the same time, an intensity that shook Arin to his core.

“Who are you…?” He breathed, taking in the man’s sliver hair, pulled back and decorated with delicate braids and beads. Arin swore he could see a feather peeking out over his shoulder.

“Who are you?” The man cooed back, mischievously, his face pulling into a wiry smile. “My name is… Thora.” Arin lied, using his father’s name. He knew better than to give his real name to people in these parts, especially a magician like this. “Thora. Old name, good, strong name. Yes… I am Haynar.” Arin recognised the name, Haynar was a name used by druids to mask their true identities. Laying back in the bed, Arin tensed. Druids were supposed to be almost extinct, their beliefs long forgotten. They only existed as chapters in books and ancient carvings in trees and rocks.

“You know me.” Haynar murmured, grinning. “Not many are educated in the old ways, Thora.” They sat in silence, delirium setting in as Arin’s eyes rolled around in their sockets, looking at figures creeping around in the shadows, at one point, Haynar’s faceactually becoming a beautiful white owl’s. The owl-man blinked slowly at him, Arin getting lost in his bird eyes as he stood and replaced the blankets. “Rest…” He whispered, looking at Arin as he passed out again.

He felt as if he was floating.

It was dark and cold when he awoke again, shooting up from his place in the bed, panting and sweating. “Good. You’re alive.” The voice of the old man, Haynar sounded across the cabin. “You got worse, I feared you might not make it. I am glad to be proven wrong.” Arin’s eyes moved around the cabin, finding Haynar crouched over the fire, his leathery hands throwing a few small logs onto the flames.

“How long have I been here?” Arin whispered, feeling quite breathless. He lay back down in the bed, breathing hard and fast. Each breath he took, despite being larger than the first felt like less and less air. He felt faint as his vision blurred, his eyes growling vacant as he teetered in the brink of passing out. His eyes rolled in his head as the old man came over and placed a hand on his forehead, Arin feeling the touch callouses graze his skin as he fought to keep his eyes open.

He tried sucking in a breath over and over, but nothing was working.

“Calm, you must slow your breathing…” Haynar’s voice was low and haggard. Arin tried to tell him he couldn't, but the now familiar feeling of passing out creeping into his mind… Haynar began to whisper words.

They were strange, unlike any Arin had heard before, echoing in his mind. A warmth washed over him, like a fuzzy cloud of hazy tranquility, warm and soft, it was ecstasy compared to how he had felt minutes before. Arin moaned, unable to stop himself, half out of relief, half out of pleasure, as he shut his eyes. But he didn't pass out.

Haynar stood with his hand on Arin’s forehead, humming a little tune and whispering his words as Arin lay still, feeling the breath come back into him.

He gasped greedily, feeling his chest inflate and deflate with a shaky, thankful breaths. “Breathe in slowly.” Haynar directed him, taking very slow, deep breaths to guide Arin’s own breathing. Arin copied, deep groans leaving him with each breath as he came back to himself. Haynar lifted his hand and the sensation faded as fast as it had appeared, Haynar's whispering now a memory in Arin’s mind.

Arin lay there, blinking and mumbling as the world stopped spinning, but he hadn’t even noticed it had started in the first place.

He nodded slowly, trying to keep his eyes open, despite his body’s determination to roll them back into his head again. He ended up going cross-eyed, head bobbing slightly are he tried to stay awake.

Pain came crashing back down into him, as if a huge boulder had been dropped on his chesy. He groaned, breath shuddering as he blinked, finally able to get a grip on reality. Squeezing his eyes shut, he opened them again and looked at Haynar’s leathery, wrinkled face.

“…nnh… what’s happening to me….?” He asked, tired and cold.

“You are fighting off the Ganeri bandit’s poison, it is potent and you were already weak from travel. Rest for a few days, then continue on your journey.”

Arin sighed, “How long have I been here?” He asked again. “A few days, the fourth is about the end. You awoke on the third night twice and just now. You are too weak to move, so don’t bother trying.” He muttered, turning around and fiddling with some herbs hanging from the ceiling. He picked some leaves, taking them to the fire where he opened that cauldron and stirred it, tossing the leaves in. Grabbing a spoon from a table, Haynar brought it over to Arin and pulled up a chair. Holding out a spoon he had got from somewhere, he picked up some of the thick soup.

“No thank you, I can’t ask that of you.” Arin refused, trying to sit. He looked down, realising why he felt so cold. His chest was now completely bare, no bandages or anything. His hand danced to the back of his neck, where he felt the remnants of a flaking scab. Haynar must have seen the flicker of confusion on his face, because he laughed, Arin noticing his mouth containing only a few teeth. “My magic is strong, it will heal you fast, now eat, you need strength if you will fight this.”

Arin obeyed, eating the soup that Haynar fed him. It tasted nice, salty, slightly sweet and full of different herbs and spices, mostly ones Arin didn’t recognise. “So what is a fine, young warrior doing wandering around and getting shot by Ganderi?”

Arin lay back his shoulders against the lowest part of the bed's headboard, sighing. He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling and wincing, a tingling cold crawling up his body. “Neughhn… I…” He tried to speak but the cold overcame him, sending shivers down his spine. Hie eyes grew heavy as he blinked slowly. Haynar sat him up further, lifting him with ease despite his appearance.

“Mmmn…” Arin squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the cold to leave him. “My village… The water has become corrupted. I was told… Agh…” He winced as he took in a breath, his chest hurting. “Hmm, your ribs are still delicate, take your time.” Haynar said, placing a hand on Arin’s bare chest. He hadn’t realised how warm the druid’s hands felt until now.

“Our water… it’s corrupted with sickness. I was told that hidden in this forest… there’s a cure… AGH!” Sitting was proving to be too painful, so Arin slid himself back down. He took a moment to recover as Haynar fed him more soup, before continuing. “They say there’s a cure in this forest, something called The Eye. It is said to cure any disease or affliction and lift any curse or spell… I am searching for it, so that we may live through winter. We can't water our crops and our wells are toxic, may are ill and some have even died, mostly elders and young children…” Arin looked sad, remembering helping his ailing father dig the graves for the people who had been lost.

Haynar nodded, looking somber. “Unfortunate that such a noble quest has been so savagely interrupted.” He looked at Arin with a glint in his eye. “Hm, quite a shame.” He chucked standing and placing the now empty bowl on a stack of other bowls stacked haphazardly.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where The Eye is?” Arin asked, sitting again and leaning forward hopefully. Haynar might be his only chance to find it and save everyone he could. Haynar looked over his shoulder and pursed his lips. “Heh, there is no Eye, never has been. The Eye is merely a myth made up by desperate people to hold out hope until an inevitable demise. They use it to pretend that the end will never come, but it always does.” Arin’s heart dropped as his shoulders drooped.

“Hm, I do know of some cures, but it will come at a price.” Arin looked up, hope foolishly renewed, despite his knowing that a deal like this with a druid was dangerous. He chose his words next carefully. “What do you want?” Haynar turned, laughing maniacally, shuffling over to Arin. “Prove to me that you deserve my help.” The druid smiled, tattoos bending as he smiled his more gap than tooth grin.

“How do I do that?” Arin whispered, confused. “Easy, I help good, deserving and just people. Prove to me you are good, deserving and just. I am old, when you are well, stay a few days, help me prepare for the winter approaching.” Arin let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding. That didn't sound so bad.

“Fine, it’s a deal.” They shook on it, Arin finally giving in to his aching body’s demands and falling back into the soft bed.

Haynar chuckled softly, tucking him in as he rolled onto his side and fell into a deep, deep sleep.

The gentle rays of warm, golden sun woke Arin in the morning. He grunted, enjoying the warm light on his exposed shoulders. Pulling the sheets down a little, he let the light dance across his chest, noticing that his ribs felt much better. He lay ther, eyes shut, soaking in the sun for a while, the cabin silent.

Just as he was dozing off, the cabin door was opened, before Haynar trudged in, letting it slam shut behind him. Arin jerked in shock, rolling over and looking around. Haynar smiled sympathetically. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I suppose it is time you got up though.” Arin rubbed his face tiredly, pushing himself up and shining his legs over the bed. He looked at his pants, the only thing Haynar had left on him, stained with mud and blood. He took a moment, blinking slowly as the world spun around him a little. “Take your time, the day is young.” Haynar mumbled from across the cabin, rummaging through a basket.

Arin stood, wobbling a little before steadying himself, then taking some steps. His feet hurt from the days of walking he had done, his best letter boots long worn out. Haynar finished rummaging, picking up a piece of cloth and throwing it at Arin. It hit him squarely in the chest, before he caught it, his shirt that he had been wearing before the attack. It was clean and soft, smelling pleasantly of wildflowers. Gingerly shrugging it on, Arin pulled it down his torso, the fabric resting loosely around his frame. He had lost weight under the care of the druid.

Running his hand through his hair, he smiled at Haynar who pulled out his socks and boots from the same place. “Put these on, then meet me outside.” The druid ordered, handing Arin his things. The man glanced around, hoping to find his sword, but he couldn’t see it.

He put on the rest of his clothes before following Haynar outside. The man stood by a large barrel of potatoes beside a wooden stool, a knife embedded in it. Haynar moved the stool down in the sun and yanked out the knife, handing it to Arin.

“Sit, peel my potatoes so I can pickle them. The sun will do you some good, too.” The druid directed, pointing at the large barrel. Arin sighed, this would take all day, but he nodded, taking a seat and picking a potato up.

After a couple of potatoes were peeled, Haynar brought over a small basket. “Put them in here, then carry them over to me, I’ll be in that shack over there.” He pointed to a small, wooden shack, barely standing as it leaned heavily to one side.

It looked like one slight breeze would send it tumbling over. Heavy moss dangled down from the roof, making it bend in the middle, and seemly causing the building to sink into the ground.

Arin nodded, peeling more potatoes. As he looked at the mountain of them in the barrel. He wondered where the druid had managed to get so many, there were enough here to feed him for ages, you could easily give everyone in his small village at least two…

He glanced over at the smaller basket, breaking his train of thought.

It was full.

Grunting, Arin pushed up from the stool and picked up the basket. It was heavier than he thought, though he was probably weakened from the whole fighting off a deadly poison thing. Carrying the basket over to the shed, Arin dropped it on the ground, huffing and puffing. That journey should have been easy for him to do… He hated being so weak.

Shoving the door open, he felt the rusted hinges grind as they turned, the door squeaking loudly. Haynar was in the behind a table that took up most of the shed, laying out many, many glass jars. The table was so big the druid had to cram himself between the slanting wall and the edge of the table to even move around it. Ducking under the low doorframe, Arin carried the basket in.

Haynar eyed the potatoes and nodded, “Beautiful work Thora. Just pour them in there.” He pointed at a new barrel, shoved in the corner of the shack. Arin complied, pouring his basket of potatoes into the barrel and going back out to continue peeling.

They repeated the process all day, until Arin’s back and wrists ached from sitting and working all day. He was tired of peeling, carrying the heavy loads to the shack and coming back to repeat it all again. The sun was nice though, warming him up until it began to sink low in the sky. The last of the potatoes were peeled and Arin dragged them to the shack, leaving them in the barrel for Haynar. As he left, he looked at the pile of potatoes peelings almost as high as his knees. “Uh, Haynar, what do you want me to do with the peelings?”

Haynar laughed. “Ah, just put them in the barrel you just emptied, I will deal with them later. Go inside, you have had a long day.” Arin nodded, picking up every last scrap of potato peeling before dragging his feet inside.

He stumbled through the door and walked across the cabin in a couple of seconds, collapsing face first into the small bed. He groaned tiredly, kicking off his boots and pulling off his sweat stained shirt, enjoying the cool breeze flowing through the open door and dancing across his back.

He awoke to the sound of bubbling, a pleasant aroma of herbs and spices filling the cabin. Moaning, he sat up, wiping a little bit of drool from his face. Blinking slowly, he saw Haynar hunched over the pot of whatever it was he was cooking, stirring vigoursly. The druid turned around at the sound of Arin waking up and smiled.

“Ah, you woke up just in time for dinner!” He laughed, grabbing a large spoon and some bowls from a nearby table and filling them with soup. There were chunks of fresh potato in them… “Potato soup, I hope you’re not sick of looking at them.” Haynar chuckled at his own joke, handing a bowl to Arin.

They ate in comfortable silence, Arin enjoying the the way the slightly salted potato melted on his tongue. When he looked down at his bowl, he had eaten everything. He hadn't even noticed... Sitting back on the bed and sighing, he rubbed his bare chest, it didn't hurt as much as it had yesterday. He coughed a little when his hand brushed over a still slightly delicate rib, making him wince a tiny bit.

“Rest.” Haynar spoke, voice low and rasping. He put his hands on Arin’s chest and pushed him back into the bed, tucking him in. “I need more help tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

Arin nodded, eyes already shut. ~~ The day was a little cloudier when Arin awoke the next day. He coughed a little, sliding out of bed and grabbed his shirt off the floor from yesterday. It smelled a bit, but he’d rather wear a smelly shirt than none at all, especially since it looked like it might rain later. Haynar had other ideas.

“No! Take that off, just wait.” The druid spoke up from across the room, making Arin jump. He frowned, pulling his arms out of the shirt and holding it in his lap. “Bring it here.” The druid ordered, Arin obeying. “You look nice and strong, hmm? Help me carry this basket to the river, we will wash clothes today. Maybe you can also wash yourself.” The old man shot Arin a dirty look, before bursting into laughter.

“Don’t look so alarmed, I don’t mind. I live in a forest, child. You think I don’t stink?” He continued, howling with glee as he waddled out the door, Arin picking up the heavy basket and following him outside.

They went down a small path behind the cabin and down to the river. It was more of a narrow stream, but it looked quite deep. “Just there is fine.” The man pointed at a large, flat stone by the stream. “Just sit there, I’ll be back with some things.” Arin nodded, shivering a little as a little breeze whipped around him.

His skin prickled as the cold bit it. Rubbing his arms with his hands, he looked longingly at the shirt he had thrown on top of the pile, but he knew better than to mess with the druid. If he said to do something, he meant it exactly like he wanted, Arin was sure.

The man came back, holding a small basket full of bottles of… stuff. He placed it beside Arin, before sitting cross-legged beside him.

“You soak the clothes, I’ll clean them.” The druid directed, rummaging in the basket. He pulled out a large bottle full of a thick, clear liquid, small flowers suspended inside it. They were tiny, brightly coloured and honestly, beautiful. Arin blinked, tearing his eyes away from the bottle and grabbed the clothes. He dunked them into the water, his eyebrows jumping as his hands plunged into the icy stream. Haynar laughed again. “Bit cold, eh? No matter, we won’t be long.”

Arin continued to wash the clothes, his hands going numb from the cold. Haynar poured the liquid on them and scrubbing them with his hands, before washing off the suds with the stream. Then he lay them on the grass, letting them dry.

The sun came out at one point, warming Arin a little, but soon it was behind the clouds again. Arin's ribs began to ache from hunching over the water, and he moaned softly, rubbing them occasionally when they twinged. Haynar shot him a look every time he did it, his eyes trailing Arin’s body.

He was right though, after 20 minutes or so, they had finished the basket of clothes, which turned out to be mostly Arin’s clothes from his travels. When Arin finished, he walked over to his shirt, touching it. It was slightly damp still, but he’d rather let it dry on him than be in this air any longer.

“Thora. You should bathe.” Haynar pointed at the stream, the water flowing fast by them.

Arin’s facial expression must have said it all, because the druid made a face that seemed to be saying “Just do as I say.”

Arin sighed, so the druid was a pervert then. Walking over to the water, he caught some in his hand and held it out to the druid. “Look, it’s freezing, if I swim in that, I’ll get sick. I’m sorry but no. I’m already cold enough as it is.” He gestured at his half naked form.

“Just get in.” The druid rolled his eyes, turning around. “I’ll get you something warm to wrap yourself in after, how about that?” Arin squinted at Haynar, confused. The druid couldn’t be serious, he wasn’t going to make him bathe in that water?

“Just do it, you’ll thank me later.” The druid called as he wandered up the hill. Arin huffed in frustration, before making sure the druid was far from sight.

When he slipped into the water, he winced. It was ice cold. The stream was quite narrow, Arin could probably have been able to touch the other side with his toes if he lay on his back and held on to the bank with his hands. He wasn’t even waist deep yet, but his feet were already numb. With a sigh, he leaned forward, pushing out into the water, before dunking his head under. It seemed to help his body acclimatise to the temperature, because he was able to at least swim in the water, but he could already feel his teeth chattering.

His body was completely submerged, the tops of his shoulders peaking out of the water as he bobbed up and down. Deciding to get it over with quickly, Arin began to rub his body down, cleaning what he could before he swam back to shore.

The rock he had sat to to clean the clothes suddenly felt hot to the touch as he pulled himself up and out of the water. Lying face down on it Arin closed his eyes, thankful for the warmth soaking into his skin.

He felt a thick blanket land on top of him covering him up and trapping more heat. Grabbing it with shaking blue fingers, Arin pulled the soft, heavy fabric around him, huddling in a ball to try and warm up. He looked up at a splash, seeing Haynar dive happily into the river. The old man surfaced, his hair hanging down limply from his head, heavy with water. He flicked his hair out of his face and laughed. “Great, isn’t it?”

Arin scowled, curling up even more to make his point. “N-n-n-o… It was f-f-f-fr-r-reez-z-z-ing…” He shook, huddling the blanket around him. He realised that it wasn’t wet, despite the fact it was drying him.

The druid smiled, shanking his head and diving deep, down into the stream. “How deep is that thing?” Arin wondered aloud. The druid was under the water for a while and Arin was starting to think he had drowned. Then suddenly he surfaced, holding up a large fish triumphantly.

“How’s that for a dinner, huh?!” He called out, swimming back to the rock that Arin was huddled on. Haynar’s body was covered in tattoos, his old chest dotted with lines and swirls, his stomach with a beautiful pattern curling around to his waist and his legs adorned with bands of shapes and sigils. The man’s body was a canvas that Arin quickly looked away from as he pulled himself out of the stream. The druid lay the flailing fish on the rock, placing a hand on its' body and hushing it. He whispered some words to it, that only the fish could understand, because after a few seconds its gills went still and its' tail stopped flapping.

It lay there, limp and dead as Haynar stood up, grabbing his own blanket from beside Arin and pulling it over himself. “You go inside, I’ll clean up here.” The druid smiled, waving Arin away. “But what about my clo-”

“Shh, I’ll deal with that. Your shirt should be dry. Go inside and rest, you’ll need it.” Arin shook his head, standing on his shaking, cold legs, his body shivering as his teeth clacked together. He went over to his shirt laying on the grass, now dry and… warm? Looking at the sun, or the small beam of light behind the clouds, Arin knew it wasn’t enough to have dried the clothes that fast and warm them up.

Wrapping the blanket around his waist, Arin picked up his shirt and slid it on. It was amazing, being enveloped in the warm fabric. He felt the warmth sink into his bones as he walked, enjoying the smell of the wild flowers that wafted from the clean fabric.

When he re-entered the cabin, he crawled under the sheets of the bed, huddling under the layers of blankets. After 10 minutes or so, his teeth finally stopped chattering and his shivering ceased.

Haynar came back, thankfully wearing clothes, with the rest of the washing. He brought Arin's pants back to him, folding them quickly and placing them at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, what’s happened with you?” He asked curiously, Arin looking at him in annoyance. “You made me swim in a freezing cold creek!” He flashed an angry glare at the old man before curling back up under the blankets. He was finally warm, he wasn’t going to remove these blankets for anything right now.

“Oh shhh,” The druid smirked, shaking his head. He patted Arin’s head before muttering. “You’ll see…” he dumped the fish on the table and began to prepare it with a large, glinting knife, the steady sounds making Arin feel sleepy.

He blinked hard, forcing his eyes open. With an annoyed sigh, he sat up and got dressed properly, impressed that the pants were also still warm, as if they had been sitting in the summer heat all day. He looked around the dim cabin as he fixed himself up, securing his pants and shuffling over to the fire. It seemed to always be alight, crackling softly.

As he sat down, he winced, preparing for his ribs to hurt again, but they didn’t. He blinked in surprise, massaging his chest, feeling for anywhere that hurt, but nothing did. The druid patted him on the shoulder, causing him to jump. The man was silent, like an owl, creeping up behind him. “That stream is called Meyatha.” The druid explained. “I was feeding you the water, but you really needed a swim in it.” Arin looked at the old man, who stared wistfully into the fire.

“Meyatha is sacred, the waters are powerful. My kind have bathed in it for centuries.” Haynar reached a wrinkled hand into the flames, picking up a burning log with his bare hands and shoving it further into the flames. Arin looked at him as he did it, but when the druid removed his hand, there were no burns. Haynar didn’t seem to acknowledge the fact there weren't any, instead groaning as he pushed himself up and grabbed the fresh fish he had prepared.

Soon the creamy flesh was frying on a flat pan, sitting comfortably by the flames.

Arin ate thankfully, the warm meal filling him up and warming his insides. “Tomorrow, you will help me once more, then I will help you with your problem.”

Arin nodded, getting up and going to bed. However, he had no intentions of falling asleep. He tucked himself in, getting comfy and shut his eyes, listening as the druid hummed and tottered about the cabin, clinking tubes and glasses together, and grinding something at some point with his tools.

Arin cracked an eye open, watching the druid carefully. At one point the old man looked up at Arin, cocking his head curiously. Arin remained dead still, keeping his breathing deep and slow. Haynar pouted before going back to his work, humming a little tune. He would occasionally stop and glance at Arin, eyeing him suspiciously, before returning to his work. At one point, Arin tried to sell it more, groaning softly and sighing, letting his body go limp. He watched as Haynar looked over at him and smiled.

“You are a tired one, hmm?” He murmured, going over to Arin. “I only hope it is not too late for you… You are a good soul.” He put a hand on Arin’s head, feeling his temperature before adjusting the blankets. “I’m glad I was watching you. Those bandits were not going to let you live. I can only hope that you will have a safe return to your village.” They stroked Arin’s head, it felt nice. Arin moved and mumbled, opening his eyes and looking at Haynar, who quickly removed it.

“Ah, I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” He whispered, stroking Arin’s head again. Soon Arin was actually asleep, snoring softly. Haynar smirked. “Sleep well little one.”

Arin woke with a start to an empty cabin. The fire was low and the room was drenched in darkness. It was raining hard, a large thunder clap sounding. That must have been what woke him. Looking around for Haynar, he couldn’t see him anywhere. Sitting up as lightning flashed, the cabin was illuminated for a second. Haynar was nowhere to be found. Standing, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his thick, warm cloak.

Looking around in the flashes of lightning, he watched for the glint of his sword. He couldn’t see it anywhere, until he checked under the bed.

It was there, pushed toward the back of the bed. Grabbing it, he secured it around his waist, walking toward the door. Walking out into the wind and rain, looking around for Haynar. He squinted out into the dark looking for anything, but he couldn’t see him.

“Come inside, you’ll catch a cold.” Haynar’s voice broke through the thunder behind him. Whirling around, Arin saw the old druid standing in the doorway, holding the door open, the fire now raging and casting a warm, golden glow on the walls. Arin stumbled back inside, shedding his clothes and weapon. Once he was back inside, Haynar put a firm hand on his back and guided him back to bed, “I couldn’t find you…” Arin mumbled. “Rest, I merely went outside for more firewood.” Haynar murmured, tucking Arin in. “You are still injured, Thora. Rest.” Arin nodded, letting his eyes slide shut. He was so… so… tired…

That morning, he felt sluggish waking up. His body felt better than it had in days, but it was heavy, like it was made of lead. Lifting his head, it felt like it was stuffed full of mud.

Haynar was sitting by the fire, adjusting the logs with his bare hands, as usual. Arin must have groaned as he sat up, because the man turned around and looked at him. “You slept in today. Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you should rest and work tomorrow.” Arin shook his head, causing the world to spin a little. He blinked as it stopped, pushing out of bed and swaying a little, he had to work so he could get back to his village, he had been gone too long already.

Haynar sighed, seemingly reading his mind, before he grunted, easing up from the fire and mixing up a serum with his herbs and oils. He handed a pleasant smelling liquid in a mug to Arin. “This should get you through the day.” He patted Arin on the shoulder, before leaving. Arin took a sip of the drink before retching. It might smell nice, but it tasted like sewage. Forcing the drink down, Arin gasped for air, trying to rid the taste from his mouth before stumbling outside.

Haynar was standing beside some logs. “Oh no…” Arin mumbled walking over.

“Cut these up for me. Nice, manageable pieces if possible, then carry them over to my pile. It’s behind the house, you can’t miss it.”

Arin sighed, nodding and picking up an axe that was leaning beside a log.

“It's sharp, be careful.” Haynar added, before shuffling back inside. He came out with a large book and sat in a sunny patch of grass. It was still a cloudy day, but at least there was some sun.

Arin set up the wood on a chopping block and swung the axe, grunting as it came down. He split the wood clean in two, the axe the sharpest he’d ever used. “Woah…” He murmured looking at the blade. It looked old and rusted, but it was definitely sharp. Chopping up the wood, he soon had a small pile that he picked up and carried around to the stock at the back of the cabin. He found a little nook for the wood and began to stack the fresh logs. There weren’t many pieces of wood left, so it was just as well Arin was doing this for the old man.

He wouldn’t be able to get through the winter otherwise.

When he came back around, Haynar was sitting, hunched over the book, trailing his fingers trailing over the pages. ‘Course you’re just making me do all your chores so you can read…’ Arin thought, rolling his eyes and returning to the wood cutting. He did have to admit, he felt a little better after the drink, but occasionally a chill would dance down his spine. After a couple of hours of chopping, he was almost done and the stock pile was nearly full.

Arin sighed as he lay down the axe for a minute, his arms feeling like they were about to drop out of his shoulders, his back ached from the constant swinging. He walked over to a patch of sun and collapsed in it, face first into the grass. The warm light on his back made him smile as he heard Haynar chuckle and stand up, shuffling away. He returned a few minutes later with some bread and a pot of jam. “Here, you should eat.” The druid said, thrusting the food at Arin, who raised his head from the ground. Sitting up slowly, Arin ate the food thankfully, enjoying the tart taste of the jam on the bread.

“Thank you.” He smiled softly as the druid ripped a chunk of bread off for himself. “You’re welcome young Thora.”

Arin continued chopping until the pile was finished. He was panting hard by the end of it, sweat staining his shirt. Pulling it off, he fanned himself with it, before wiping his face. The world swayed as it went blurry for a second and Haynar looked up, frowning as he watched the young man sway.

“Are you alright? Why don’t you let me move the wood? You can rest, you’ve done more than enough.” Arin shook his head, grabbing the wood he had just finished cutting and carrying it around the cabin. He was going to finish this damn job himself, or everything would be for nothing. When he finally moved back around the cabin, he saw Haynar picking up the book and taking it inside.

The ground seems to be unsteady beneath him as he felt the blood drain from his face, and he collapsed with a sigh, landing heavily on the ground.

Haynar heard a strangled sigh, rushing outside just in time to see the man hit the ground. He didn’t move, laying limp in the grass, sweat pouring off his body. Haynar ran over, rolling the man and gasped. His face was ashen and his skin was burning hot. “The poison… It has taken hold again.”

Dragging the traveller’s heavy, sagging body inside he rushed around mixing concoctions of river water and herbs. He whispered incantations gently, humbly asking the mixtures to cooperate as he created them.

Thora groaned and opened his eyes slightly at one point, only for them to roll back almost instantly as his body went still. His breaths were uneven as he lay there in the bed, gasping for air. Haynar brought a thick oil over to him, and scooped a large glob onto the man’s chest, massaging it into the skin. “I hoped it would not come to this remedy, but it appears you had a particularly potent dose.” Haynar explained to the unconscious man. The oil smelled strongly of mint, but Haynar would rather use it now than later, he knew that it was going to feel like he had set Thora on fire.

Arin moaned as he smelled a strong scent, burning his nostrils. He opened his eyes, his mouth feeling as dry as a desert as he tried to speak. “Uhhhnn…” Was all he could manage. “I am sorry,” Haynar said as he rubbed the thick oil onto the man’s chest. “I should have made you wait… The bandits must be using a stronger concotion of poison… I am sorry... This will hurt so much…” All Arin could hear was a buzz as he tired to keep his eyes open, vaguely aware of a tingling sensation on his chest. All of a sudden, his eyes grew wide as he screamed, arching his back in pain as the sensation of a white hot knife pieced his chest. He heard Haynar start to hum as he gasped for air, that strange, pleasurable sensation washing over him again. He moaned breathlessly, trying to understand the world, colours and shapes spinning in front of his eyes and loud, strange singing filling his head.

Rainbow streams of light filled his vision, blinding and overwhelming as he passed out with a cry.

Haynar listened to the strangled cries of the man cut off suddenly. He grabbed a poultice from the nearest table, soaking it in water from the stream, and dabbing it on Thora’s forehead.

He hummed his spells, praying that it would work. The poor man’s breaths grew more and more strained, his chest fighting to suck in air. Haynar desperately tried everything, throwing all that he could at the man… But he drew a final, wavering breath, before sighing and going still.

He didn’t take another.

“No, no, no…” Haynar muttered, shaking Thora hard. His skin was even more grey, but now he was ice cold. Haynar felt his insides burn in a rage as his face began to contort, feathers emerging from his skin as he felt his form shift. He placed a yellow, clawed hand, much like that of an owl foot on the man’s chest. Letting his claws pierce the skin, blood leaked from Thora’s skin as Haynar spoke the ancient language of his kin. He called the young man’s spirit back to him, gripping his chest hard, feeling the skin part as he sliced it with his knife like claws.

He could feel the heart beat in the man's chest, faint but there… He could feel the spirit, it was fighting to stay, he could save this man…

Arin’s eyes shot open, and he gasped, throwing his head back and sucking in as much air as he could. He wailed in pain, still feeling the burn of the oil Haynar had used on his chest. He felt thick, sharp claws slide out from inside him, making his breath hitch as the pain washed over him again.

“I apologise…” Haynar whispered, collapsing to the ground. He forced himself up again, going over to a shelf and scrabbling around with his clawed hands. He found a bottle, yanking the cork off the top and chugged it, sighing as he felt the strange turning in his stomach settle. He shouldn’t have turned so fast. It usually took several minutes.

Grabbing some bandages, he walked over to Arin, who had pushed himself into his elbows and was looking at his bloody chest in confusion.

Haynar helped Arin sit up as he bandaged his chest. Arin was looking at his owl body in horror. “Do not fear, I am still me.” The owl faced man murmured, long, clawed hands gently wrapping Arin's chest, blood stains blooming against the white cloth. Arin let his head hang as he silently slouched, letting the druid do his work. He mumbled tiny little mews of pain every time the bandages tightened around a wound.

Haynar lay Arin down, massaging his chest to ease the pain he was in. He blinked slowly, coming back to himself as he lay there. “What… are you…?” He breathed trying to comprehend the owl man standing in front of him.

“It seems we both have secrets to share… Rest, I will tend to you tonight, you should be well by dawn if I get to work.” Arin was already dozing off as Haynar grabbed more medicines. His magic had restored the man’s life, but he was still sick. The poison was still in his system, he had to get it out, the only way he knew how.

Arin awoke with a groan, his arms feeling strange. He turned his head, looking at them, watching as Haynar picked up fat, black, slimy leeches and put them back in a large jar full of murky water.

“Huh…?” He mumbled not understanding. “I had to use these to get the last of the poison from your system.” The owl man said flatly, it was hard to talk with a beak.

“Why are you… a bird…? Am I… hallucinating?” Arin asked sleepily. “No, this is merely my… other half. My name is not actually Haynar, as you probably knew… It is Hewoo.”

Arin snorted. “Like an owl call…” The bird man nodded, blinking with his black, owl eyes slowly. “Yes. Druids are not… particularly creative when it comes to names.” He explained, picking off another leech with his claws. “Well… My name's not Thora… It’s my father’s name…” Arin mumbled, feeling his body wake up more and more with each leech removed. “I know.” Hewoo’s voice whistled as he spoke, much like an owl's hoot.

“It is wise to hide your true identity from strangers.” The druid spoke again. “Yes… But… my name is… Arin.” Arin sighed as the final leech was peeled off his arms. Hewoo began to bandage them, and Arin looked at his bandaged chest.

“So what did you do?” He asked curiously. “Well, I used a very old spell, I do apologise for the uh… lacerations I caused.” Hewoo lifted a hand, flexing the clawed fingers. It was scaly and yellow, like that of a raptor, with three large fingers and a huge, black claw on the end of each one. “The spell brought out this form, but that usually happens with ancient magic.” They looked at Arin, who sat up, looking at his bandaged body. He realised his legs and stomach were also bandaged up.

“How many leeches did you use?” He asked, amused. “Many. Most of my jars in fact. They should be fine however. Poison doesn't affect them like it does people.” The druid spoke, helping Arin swing his legs over the bed. “You may be shaky from the blood loss, but by the way you’re acting, I’d say the poison has left your system.”

The owl man walked Arin over to a table and sat him in front of a book. “Now, I’ve been reading up on corrupted water supplies, does any of this sound familiar?” He asked the man, who squinted at the words. He couldn’t read that well, only enough to read some of the words, but he didn't know what they meant.

“I don’t know what this says.” He looked up at the druid who cocked his head, blinking each eye individually. “No matter, I will read it aloud.” The druid learned in close and pointed with his claw at the words.

He read aloud, guiding Arin’s eyes with his finger.

“Metherolisi. A corruption of the water supply, more common in large settlements, that results in the death of its inhabitants. The water goes foul, eventually turning black and thick, as if it is mud.”

“Wait that. That sounds like it.” Arin looked up at the Hewoo. “Hmm…” The owl druid looked concerned. He read further. “There is no cure for Metherolisi…” Arin’s shoulders drooped. “So that’s it? We are doomed?” His bottom lip quivered, tears brimming in his eyes.

“No. There is something I can do for you. This book is full of human knowledge, it does not know the knowledge of my kind.” Arin watched in dismay as Hewoo pulled an empty jar off a shelf. “What do you mean? The only thing I can do is bring back The Eye, and that doesn’t exist!” He stood, banging the table as he yelled.

Hewoo chucked, blinking slowly.

“Well, I lied. I wanted you to stay and heal, I knew if I told you where it was you would want to leave, and in your state, you wouldn’t have made it home.” Arin’ chest heaved as he sank back down, wiping tears from his face. “Wait- What do you mean?” Hewoo opened the jar, then looked at Arin.

“Well, The Eye… It is real, it exists. It is here.” Hewoo’s claws reached up to his right eye, scooping it out of his head. He placed it in the jar with a soft ’plunk’, before sealing it shut. He wrapped it up in a cloth, and packed it away in Arin’s things, looking out the window, into the night. “Rest tonight, I will escort you you the edge of the forest tomorrow. You will be safe under my watch.” Arin nodded, easing up from the chair and walking back to the bed. He sighed, lying down and sinking into the soft sheets.

He was roused at the crack of dawn by Hewoo, who handed him his clothes. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he yawned and stretched, looking at the clothes by the bed. “Hurry, get ready. We need to leave soon.” Hewoo whispered. He was now more human looking, with the exception that he now wore an eye patch.

Arin hurried as he threw on his clothes, itching some of the bandages as he did so. Soon he and the old man were walking down a small, lonely path in the dawn mist. Hewoo was carrying a staff with a lantern on the end, a sound that made a familiar squeak.

So it had been Hewoo who had fended off the bandits.

When they reached the edge of the forest, Hewoo stopped suddenly. “This is the place where I can go no further. Travel fast, and by day, Arin. When you reach your village, drop The Eye into the main well and the corruption should lift in a few days.”

Arin nodded, “Thank you, for everything.” The druid nodded back, turning and disappearing into the mist. Within seconds, he was gone, as if he had flown away silently like an owl.

After two days of travel, Arin finally made it home. His heart sank as he looked at the extra graves outside the village, all names he knew well. He walked through the silent houses and pulled out his jar, revealing a shining, black orb, an eye, inside. He carefully lifted it from the jar and dropped it into the well. A small ’ploop’ echoed from the bottom of the well as Arin looked down into it.

The smell of rotting flesh began to emanate from the water as it began to boil and bubble. With a puff of azure smoke, the smell disappeared and Arin let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding.

Turning towards home, he finally trudged through the door, his parents descending on him and pulling him into their arms tightly. They sobbed into his chest, thinking their son had been killed on his quest. Arin decided not to tell them he nearly had been.

On the third day after his return, Arin went to the well and pulled up a bucket of water. It was crystal clear. Tasting it, he cried out, villagers rushing to see what was wrong.

“The water!” He cried out, showing the bucket to everyone, “It is cured!” The village erupted into cheers, and cries of relief. That night they all feasted, everyone sharing what they had and drinking their fill.

All Arin could do is look up at the sky.

In the trees beyond the village, a one eyed owl perched on a branch, before taking flight, disappearing as if it was the wind itself.

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