Can you write something jealously with enzo and reader? They're not together though. Thanks.

A Jealousy Problem | Enzo St John x Reader

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Stefan was a charmer, he had the looks, the attitude, and definitely the flexibility. Sure, he was single and I could swoop in and be the princess at any given moment.

I fancy the attention he gives me, I fancy the attention any man gives me but mainly Stefan and Klaus, needless to say I did have them both wrapped around my little pinky.

Enzo had just come back from his month hiatus in England, lord knows what he was doing there probably finding some 'british babe' to replace all the years he had missed without a love life.

Klaus was a great friend, I was far closer to Stefan. Stefan and I had a little thing, it wasn't big but there was the flirting, touchy moments you know the things people do.

"Stefan, Where is your brother?" walking into the kitchen reaching for an apple to find the younger Salvatore cooking something on their stovetop.

"he is out with Enzo, looking for my mother." Stefan spins around dishing up whatever he was cooking, "no we aren't we're back. Lily can't be found." Damon scoffs sitting next to me as Stefan hands me a plate.

"you both weren't gone for long" I mumble, grabbing a fork and digging it into the salad on my plate, shoving the green leaves and bell peppers into my mouth, moaning at the taste in my mouth.

Damon stands up to walk over to the fridge and Stefan immediately fills his seat, smirking at me as I continued to devour his food "you sounded like you really liked that" Stefan chuckled as he begun to eat his food.

I could feel Enzo's judgy eyes staring at me from the corner of the kitchen, biting his lip as I continued to eat the food on the plate in front of me. I paid no mind to Enzo's behaviour, it was pure jealousy, jealousy of Stefan or jealousy of me but either way it was jealousy.

His eyes pierced through my soul, it didn't make me uncomfortable. It did Stefan though, he noticed it more than I did. Eventually Stefan finished his food before me and left the room leaving Damon, Enzo and Me.

"I can sense your judgy, jealous eyes, Enzo. Damon please move his eyes." I mumble, I took my time eating the food Stefan had kindly made but by the time Damon realised what had happened he left the room because he didn't want to be stuck in a room with us.

"jealous, I'm not jealous I just don't understand why you choose him over me, love." his british voice spoke after not saying anything for more than ten minutes.

Spinning on the chair to face him, "whilst Stefan sat in this very chair, you stared at me. I could feel it. Perks of being the stronger and older vampire in this situation, everything you can do, I can do better." I say causing him to scoff.

"yeah you can do better." his voice reeks of jealousy it's like all he was trying to do was make sure everyone knew he was jealous "everyone says that" I roll my eyes as Enzo walks to the opposite side of the marble countertop.

"why won't you have sex with me, just once" he says holding up a singular finger as I grab it putting it down "why dont you shut up, just once. You've done this to all my friends, you pretend to be jealous just to get in their pants." I finish the plate, walking over to the dishwasher and putting it in.

"I'm not jealous." he denies, he clearly is "you reek of jealousy Enzo, you and I are nothing more than a pair of individuals who share a mutual friend or three." I say cleaning off my hands before wiping the counter, his eyes following me whilst I do all of this.

"you're eyes are following again, St. John." I mumble rinsing off the cloth, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"fine if I admit, I get jealous of you sometimes you have to admit something to me." he says and I flop back on the couch "admit what? I've had sex with everyone in this house currently, except you." my arms cross and he gives me the same look he gave me not even 5 minutes ago.

"no admit you're jealous too." he says folding his arms "how do I admit to something I'm not guilty of." I say giving him a confused look "we are all guilt of jealousy, love, it's just whether you own up to it or not." he says smugly sitting next to me and I roll my eyes.

"you just admitted to being jealous not once but twice, why would I need to admit anything." I mumble folding one leg over the other waiting for his argument yet nothing was able to escape his mouth, instead he stares at me intensely.

"what are you doing?" Stefan asks coming in from the hallways sitting down next to me as Damon follows him "did you two like talk?" I ask and they both nod.

Looking back to Enzo, he still had that jealousy look plastered on his face.

"We thought our mother would respond better to you." Damon says sitting opposite to Stefan "me?" I question them "the whole world revolves around her." Enzo scoffs.

His jealousy had no root, it was either he was flirting with me, or jealous because i get along with everyone else more than him. He just didn't like me.

"it literally doesn't" I clear my throat "but even if it did, Damon, I wouldn't speak to your mother. The last time we spoke she tried to kill me." I say and Stefan's jaw drops.

"What" he says looking between Damon and I, "you didn't tell Stefan?" I question Damon "course he wouldn't" Enzo said "are you here for like unwanted commentary?" I mumble and he rolls his eyes.

"Look, I didn't tell him because I knew he wouldn't let me bring up the idea." Damon shrugs "Big deal." he says leaning back against the couch.

"yes big deal Damon, our mother tried to kill y/n." Stefan said "look, Stef it's fine. I'll do it." I smile to them both so they wouldn't argue "y/n the saint" Enzo scoffs "fuck off enzo." I say and Stefan wraps his arms around me, calming me down yet angering Enzo as he bites his lips.

Enzo's eyes travelled from Stefan, to his arms, to his hand and then to me, my waist and then my lips only to meet my eyes that were already staring at him.

"stop staring" Damon whispered to Enzo who rolled his eyes and moved his attention, Stefan let go of my waist to grab my hand and a faint chuckle comes out of Enzo's mouth as his eyes move to my hand.

Stefan pressed his lips against my cheek and Enzo bit his tongue, I could tell he was tempted to slit Stefan's throat. I won't let it happen of course, it would be funny to watch him try.

That's when the brothers leave again. "yeah great leave us... again." Enzo said sitting back.

"you need to stop staring at me like I've fucked you before." I mumble whipping out my phone to try and ignore him "you're frustrating." he mutters running a hand through his dark hair.

"mhm, Damon's told me." I mumble not removing my sight from my phone. "your with the original, then your with Stefan, pick one." he says "I could say the same about you playing around with my friends." my voice remained calm although I wanted to scream at him to shut him up.

"please love, they only get the baby treatment." he chuckles "you on the other hand" he leans forward and I look up at him "you're different, you make me reek of jealousy." it was like he could read my mind.

I knew he couldn't especially since I'm older than him but to still made me wonder how he knew my exact thoughts.

"how do you-" "i know you like the back of my hands darling, you can't hide anything from me." he smirks "stalker much." I mumble looking back at my phone.

"you have that effect on many men i'm sure, jealousy." he says "i'm sure I do since the original hybrid is a good friend." I say "what is taking the Salvatores long." looking around the room.

"maybe they're jealous of you giving me all your attention." Enzo smirks "because they'd care about you." I roll my eyes giving him a faint smile to ease his jealousy.

"you have a jealousy problem Enzo." my voice was mellow and he nods "I know" he says "you remind me of a girl on her period, always switching moods." my comparison was random to say the least but it was very true.

"very strange comparison" he speaks up and I giggle "I know, it was the first thing I thought of." I laugh and Enzo smiles, Stefan walks into the room and starts whispering to me.

My eyes remained on Enzo and there it was that jealousy face, plastered back on his face almost like it never left.

"the plan is to lure lily here, trap her in the basement and then you can talk to her" Damon interrupts "you guys need to stop randomly leaving" I say and Stefan sits back and I stand up.

Looking between the three men I notice only 1 seems angry, the british one. I think he was the one jealous because I was giving them all my attention from the moment they come back into the room, completely ignoring his entire existence.

Leaving the room I feel the three pairs of eyes looking at me, spinning around to catch them in the act I only catch Enzo, the one with the jealousy problem.

"baby i drink to forget - not to remember"

hwang hyunjin x reader

genre — fluff!au

drinking!!!

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What started out as one bottles suddenly turned into ten.

Your group of friends sat in a circle on the floor, passing soju bottles around like greetings at the thought of another long year of friendship that came and went. It was already past midnight, but the crickets were silenced by the boom of spontaneous laughter and conversation.

Hyunjin always sat beside you. You never knew why - in all the years of friendship you had, he always chose the seat next to yours. He'd smile and laugh with you, but he never got any closer than the two inches of the space between seats. It's been years, but you never thought to ask.

Tonight was game night. Felix bought some card game and thought it was a good idea to play this over drinks. You had to admit this was more fun than watching everyone play games or going out to a club.

"It's called We're Not Really Strangers -" Felix opened the box.

You groaned, recognizing the name. "Felix, that's like an emotional game; why'd you pick that?" You hiccupped in between shots.

He shrugged, "I dunno. It seemed like a fun thing to do. I can't remember the last time we had a deep talk other than that one wedding we went to when Changbin started crying into his cake after one too many shots."

Had Changbin not finished a bottle of two by himself, he might have been awake for that jab.

Hyunjin puffed out his cheeks, taking the deck from Felix and shuffling it in between taking another shot. "Five years of friendship, and you still want to know more about us, huh?"

Felix smiled in between exchanging glances with your friend beside him. He'd had a crush on her for ages. A small game like this should've said enough.

In one word, describe how you feel right now.

When was the last time you surprised yourself?

Strangers would describe me as _____. Only I know myself as ______.

The game went on until eventually you and Hyunjin were the only ones awake. Felix left with his crush for a midnight ice cream run. Changbin had to be carried home. It was just the two of you. He pulled the next card.

"Are you missing anyone right now? Do you think they're missing you?" Hyunjin read aloud to you. "Well?"

"Well, what?" You sneered.

"Are you missing anyone?" He smirked.

"No."

"Not even one person?"

"No."

"Why not?"

You shrugged. "Everyone I really like is here in this room. What's to miss?"

Hyunjin almost looked satisfied. Skipping your turn, he picked up another card. "Wild card - make an assumption about me. Says we both have to answer."

You turned to face your friend.

As if he wasn't expecting you to get so close, he nearly leaned away. You could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his lips. Or maybe it was yours? After the last bottle, you couldn't really tell anymore.

Hyunjin was always such a curious character. Back when you were in high school, he was always so sweet. He'd offer to walk with you to school or share his lunch if you tried to diet. You almost swore he liked you at some point, but it just never happened. He stayed a dear friend, one you'd see every month or so for drinks.

When Hyunjin was drunk, he'd lean on you. This was the only time he ever did, and part of you wished he wouldn't drink when you were together because in his drunken splendor, he'd talk - and you never forgot what he'd say.

"Be my girlfriend."

And every time you'd respond -

"Ask me when you're sober."

He never did. He never really really remembered. The next days were always full off groans and complaints of hangovers, yours included. Even though he'd ask you what happened, you knew those were just drunk words. If he didn't remember in the morning, it couldn't have been real.

It would be a complete lie to assume you never developed anything deeper than friendship-like love for Hyunjin. It was hard not to. But every time you tried to get close, it was like he wanted to pull away. After all these years, it didn't make sense anymore.

Drunk words are - after all - drunk.

"You go first." You closed your eyes, finally feeling one or two drops of soju hitting your spine. It had been too long since you drank this much. It was a miracle you weren't passed out like the others.

Hyunjin laughed once then nothing. He just stared, like he was looking for the words.

"I don't know what to say."

"Oh, come on - " You pushed his shoulder, your head rolling forward. "There has to be something you think you know about me. Anything. Something."

You were close to laying back down on the floor when you suddenly felt Hyunjin's hand on your back, keeping you upright.

You grimaced. "This really is the only time, huh."

He looked at you with concern. "I'm sorry?"

You leaned in closer to him, poking his cheek with your finger. "You always hug the guys. You never hug me! You don't lean on me unless you're drunk - you never get close to me." You giggled, turning your five year long question into sarcastic banter. "How come you never want to touch me, huh?"

"It's not like that." He smiled, poking your pouted lip. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what." You pouted harder. "You never get close to me when you're sober, you never lay a hand on me. You only ask me to be your girlfriend when you're drunk. Why can't you be like that all the time?"

Hyunjin's smile slowly dropped. He looked at you seriously.

"Why, you want to be my girlfriend?"

You stifled a laugh. This was no time to be serious. For once, it looked like you were more drunk than him, and this wasn't the time to get caught up in feelings you always tried to forget. "Shut up. You don't mean it."

"You think I don't want you to my girlfriend?"

You turned your head only for your cheek to meet Hyunin's finger. He kept his finger there, his smile growing again. "You're cute, you know that?"

Pushing his hand away, you released a heavy sigh. "Hwang Hyunjin, I told you before, so I'll say it again. Say these things to me when you're sober. I'm too drunk to deal with you teasing me."

"I'm not drunk." He shrugged. " You guys drank the most, and I have work in the morning. Why would I drink?"

You blinked once. Twice.

"You're being serious. You're not drunk?" Suddenly, you felt very sober.

Hyunjin's smile stretched across his entire face, like he was watching a puppy stumble over its own legs. "I never drink enough to get that drunk. I sober up very quickly - I thought you knew."

"How the hell would I know that?" You sneered. "We always drink together!"

"Yeah, all of us. It's not like you're counting my shots or checking when I stop drinking."

"Then why didn't you ever ask me when you were sober?"

"If you really thought I only wanted you to be my girlfriend because I was drunk, then I thought you really didn't want to." Hyunjin patted your head. "You're always so touchy with the guys. I didn't want to be like everyone else. If you were my girlfriend, I'd get jealous."

"I still can't tell if you're lying - " You poured yourself another shot before lifting the shot glass to your lips, but instead of feeling another stinging kiss of liquid, you just felt the back of Hyunjin's hand, shielding the soju from reaching the edge.

He grabbed the shot and downed it in one easy swig. Placing the glass back down, he sighed. "Fine -"

Hyunjin pulled your face close to his, the taste of soju still glimmering on his lips. A forceful yet deep kiss, he sighed into you before dropping one hand to the back of your neck, the other to your waist. His lips moved slowly but with a hunger. Your head was spinning, but whether it was because of the alcohol or just him you couldn't tell. Squeezing the back of your neck ever so slightly, Hyunjin lowered you down to the floor, suddenly more sober than ever.

He looked at you - but it was like you were looking at him for the first time ever in your life. The apartment suddenly seemed so quiet as his gaze followed your heaving chest, breathless from his kiss.

"Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend." He finally spoke. "But I don't want you to answer until you're sober."

Hyunjin stood up and gathered his things. After what seemed like an hour, you sat up and realized he was gone.

Your head was still spinning - that couldn't have been real.

**

You hadn't seen Hyunjin in a week.

Not for lack of trying, but whenever you unlocked your phone only to see his name at the top of your notifications, you couldn't help but panic. Yes, you woke up with a hangover the next day, but the memory of that kiss was burned into your brain, and it was the only thing you could think about.

Hyunjin lived at an apartment complex down the street.

You couldn't help but wonder if he'd magically appear in front of you, and then your words would just be caught in your chest.

Look down, look down. Just keep walking.

Ready to enter your apartment, your curiosity peaked. Looking across the way, you spotted him. Standing in front of his apartment.

With a girl?

Blinding fury took over as you made your way over to him. The girl had already walked away, but something in you just said -

"You're such an asshole!" You gave him one hard shove, nearly pushing him over.

Hyunjin laughed once. "Did I miss something?"

"You - and the - she -"

"- is my neighbor. She got my mail by accident." He opened his back to reveal a small package and two envelopes.

You stumbled back, immediately regretting your entire existence.

Hyunjin took two steps toward you as you took two back. "You haven't been answering my texts."

"W-Well, I -" You couldn't find your words let alone remember how to speak. "I just - "

"So are you ready to give me your answer?"

"What answer?"

He leaned in again, cupping your cheek with his hand. Barely grazing your lips with his, Hyunjin teased. You could feel his breath playing over your skin. Gently resting his lips on your forehead, he pulled away with a content grin.

"I won't kiss you again unless it's as your boyfriend."

It took everything in you not to punch him straight in the stomach, so you settled for a hit to the arm. "Why -" and again "- didn't -" and again "- you just -" and once more "- ASK ME."

Hyunjin couldn't hold back in his laughter. "Sue me for getting nervous in front of the girl I like!" He grabbed hold of your hand before lacing his fingers between yours. "Is that a yes?"

"I hate you." You fought back a laugh.

He nodded. Pulling you into his chest, Hyunjin kissed the top of your head.

"I guess that means yes."

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 26

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TWs/SUMMARY: Drunken love confessions and other emotional constipation. A threesome between two awesome facial hair bros and reader. I'm absolutely unhappy with how this turned out because a certain sorcerer insisted on being super soft in this one. But at least there's porn...

On the same note, how do we feel about introducing more m/m action? I am a total slut for bisexual boys. I can't help the gay it just comes out...

I danced with Tony briefly as the drinks finally caught up to him. The ex-playboy certainly defended his title: he had impeccable sense of rhythm and we swayed on the floor in tandem, bothering very little with hiding how hot we were for each other. Grinding our hips together, my ass on his dick, Tony was half-hard and I felt it all through the layers of tulle of my skirt and leather of his pants. Now and then his hands wandered, shamelessly squeezing my breasts and my ass, his mouth leaving a blazing hot trail on my neck and my shoulders.

I wasn't far behind. Tony's hair was all kinds of messed up thanks to my own hands and his ass found itself in the very same palms far more than once. "It's a shame Bruce doesn't dance," I pouted drunkenly, receiving an equally intoxicated noise of vague approval. "The three of us are perfect," I stated something that had been boiling over in my head quite a bit.

Tony nodded again. "Yeah," He was far more touchy than usual; his lips landed in my hair right next to my ear. "Bet we can get Merlin, though. I saw him with Natasha earlier," Tony went in to kiss my cheek and missed again, sloppily smooching my temple.

"He has no business being that fuckin' hot," I spit out petulantly without a second thought.

"You're fuckin' right and you should say it," Tony agreed instantly, both of us wearing almost identical, indignant expressions. We paused for a moment, looking deeply into each other's eyes - or, well, we tried to. Drinks and drugs tended to make focusing quite hard. "So we're doing this?" Tony squinted questioningly.

"What about Bruce?" I immediately replied, mind going back to the way my sciency boyfriend was smirking at my and Tony's reaction to Stephen's grand entrance.

"He's okayed any and all our ventures provided we tell him about it," Tony said after a moment of stunned silence.

I chewed on my lip in muted amusement. "What's, he's got, like, a kink?" I tried to articulate my confusion. "And we somehow ended up, I mean all three of us - without talking?" I voiced my concerns. This conversation was really overdue and I'll be damned if that weren't the drugs making me talk. I would probably regret it in the morning...

Tony's eyes softened immediately, a palm raising to trace the side of my face lovingly and gently. "Me and Bruce had a conversation about... You. We both liked you, it's fucking impossible to dislike you, have you seen you? We had decided to let you choose at first, woved for it to not get in the way of our friendship..." He trailed off, looking sheepish and slurring his words slightly. The alcohol had loosened his lips too. I felt only the thump of the bassline, music fading away into the background, my ears hearing only the words leaving Tony's mouth. "I doubt it would have worked out anyways. But you..." He cupped my face. "You gave us everything."

I would have cried if not for the chemicals in my system. My mouth formed a smile on it's own accord and I reached closer to slot it over Tony's shaky grin, bringing us into a slow and sloppy kiss that lasted what felt like years. "I love you, okay? You and Bruce," I spit out the words I desperately wanted to say for so long. Nothing really mattered in the moment, it was just me and Tony and our shared feelings. It wasn't bizarre anymore, loving someone and being loved back.

"Me too, Princess, me too," Tony whispered, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. One of the many advantages of having a boyfriend that wasn't a six-foot tall muscle-bound fricking bastard.

"We have a mission," I reminded him after another song slowly transitioned into a different one. "But I'm also craving a cigarette."

Tony's hand encompassesed mine as he led the way to the patio where the smokers area was located. Bucky's shiny metal arm stood out amongst the partygoers and we made a beeline for him. I bummed a cigarette off him despite Steve's prominent frown and Bucky was even gentleman enough to light it up for me.

We needn't have looked for Strange, it was a few minutes after I'd taken my first drag that he appeared, spouting like a mushroom right after a rainfall. He was frowning. "Caught some douchebag trying to roofie a girl," He explained. Barnes gave him a cigarette without question, trading a dark look with Steve. "Natasha and Loki are taking care of it," Strange supplied, jerking a hand towards the back of the room.

Barnes eyed Tony until the latter gave a short, resigned nod. "Just don't do anything that will land me in the papers," The billionaire sighed before speaking several short commands into a bracelet that served as a direct communication device with Friday. "I raised the security monitors for any suspicious activity too. Put in an earpiece and Friday will notify you if someone else tries to act funny," Tony finished darkly, eyeing Stephen's shaking hands.

I choose to stay silent throughout the interaction, letting the pissed off men to blow off some steam before approaching them. Barnes' cigs migrated into my hands and I watched the tense, retreating backs of the super-soldiers until only the three of us were left in a comfortable silence. I waited until the man was done with his cancer stick and promptly grabbed his hands, gently but firmly stroking the scarred skin.

Tony leaned on the railing, watching us with open interest.

Strange cocked a curious eyebrow but didn't retract his hands, releasing a quiet sigh when my movements successfully calmed the tremors. "Contrary to popular belief, I am capable of being... Nice," He spoke after a moment.

"I know," I replied dryly. "But being nice all the time is boring."

"A day with you is never boring," Tony winked at us teasingly, noticing me step further into the sorcerer's personal space. His eyes were still glowing and whatever spell he had put on himself was still working, attracting me to him like a magnet.

Stephen looked to the side, at Tony, then at me, before gently pulling out a single hand and making an elaborate gesture that made his skin briefly shimmer. The unnatural pull disappeared - me and Tony both exhaled heavily - yet the appreciation for Stephen's lithe, agile form remained. He was a beautifully made man.

Tony made his own move, a signature of his, placing a steady palm on the taller man's back and looking up at Stephen through his eyelashes. The fresh air had sobered both of us up by quite a bit and our coordination returned.

Stephen smirked slightly, running his eyes over the crowd of partygoers gathered around us. Nobody was paying any particular attention to the three of us yet all of us were acutely aware how much damage could be done by a stray snapshot, an accidental Snapchat feature, or something drunkenly posted on public social media by an absolute stranger. Tony and Strange threw each other a secretive, heated glance while I pressed myself closer to Tony, still caressing one of Stephen's hands. To the public, it was nothing more than a friendly gesture to help out a close friend out of his discomfort.

"Your place? I'm afraid mine's a mess," Stephen asked, uncharacteristically dorky and overused pick-up line.

"Lead the way," Tony smirked, both of us sharing a muted giggle at the doctor's antics. In response, Stephen extracted his other hand from my grasp and waved them about in the familiar gesture of creating a portal. On the other side of the circle was the familiar scenery of Tony's penthouse bedroom, sheets, as always, unmade and my fluffy socks hanging half-way off the comforter.

I pulled both men into the circle by their forearms, making quick in hopes everybody around us was too drunk to take note of the surroundings on the other side of the portal. An obscenely large bed in plain view didn't leave much space for speculation.

I sat down on it, taking my time to observe the curious interaction between two men in front of me. The sexual tension between them was undeniable, it crackled in the space between their bodies, lit an unholy fire in their eyes. If I was completely honest with myself - Stephen was hot, but Stephen and Tony together, it was out of this world and I would have been very content to just hang back and watch the two of them going at it.

Untying and toeing off my shoes had me distracted for a brief moment - evidently enough for Stephen to lose his pretense and roughly grab Tony by his face, smashing their lips together gracelessly. Tony's hands grasped the expensive fabric of Stephen's blazer with a force that was equal to the one gathering in the low of my belly. The dress I wore was now carefully thrown over a nearby lounge chair, leaving me in a set of golden bra and tiny panties. It was a gift from Tony: he loved when I wore his colors.

My almost bare body got their attention: panting, they broke apart to stare at me, their gazes hungry enough to make me shiver and feel like prey. Tony's arms sandwiched me between them, letting Stephen's lips to taste mine for the first time. The sorcerer did not hesitate, he plunged his tongue into my mouth and immediately seized command of the kiss. He kissed like he fought, sharply, with precision and demand.

I popped the buttons on his shirt as he explored my mouth, finding the skin of his chest taut and textured with a multitude of smaller, thinner scars. He was built like a runner, or a swimmer, all lean muscle and sculpted hipbones and neatly stacked ribs. His shirt suffered a haste demise.

The thuds and jingles accompanied by quiet cursing behind my back alerted me to Tony's struggle with his intricately made costume. "Can you boom-boom-whoosh it away?" I asked Stephen.

He pulled away with an amused smirk, waving his glowing hands about. "Do what now?"

"It's what the internet calls your voodoo shit, don't quote me," Tony snarked, suddenly finding himself wearing only his boxers. I was promptly pulled to his chest, in what I knew was a defensive gesture - he hated showing off the scarred area around his arc reactor. He used to hide it from me, too.

Stephen hummed, once again waving his hands about in a surprisingly complicated set of motions. I was mesmerised by his hands - even despite the injuries, they remained as skilled and perplexing. Once Stephen was left in his underwear, I wasted no time in detaching from Tony and steering the sorcerer to fall freely into the large bed.

"You need to stop being so smug," I stated, climbing on top of Stephen and claiming his lips for myself. "It's bound to get you in trouble."

"Is that so?" And still, the man looked as satisfied as the cat who ate the canary. That just won't do.

"Tones, help me out, I'm trying to see smtn'," I asked, feeling the man settle in next to me and trace a gentle hand down my side, over my breast and down to the flat of Stephen's belly. The man under me shivered, face slowly heating up.

"Yes, dear?" My engineer supplied helpfully.

"Off," With a sudden change of pace, I snapped the elastic of Stephen's boxers, causing the man to jump and the very sizeable bulge in them twitch. Tony obediently pulled down the offending piece of clothing, causing Stephen to groan as the cool air hit the heated flesh of his most sensitive spots.

I settled between his thighs, spitting in my palm and giving his long cock a few solid strokes, enjoying the way his hips seemed to involuntarily follow the movement of my slick palm.

"I'd brace myself if I were you," Tony remarked teasingly, bending down to kiss the sorcerer again. Between my and Tony's mouths, Steph really didn't stand a chance.

The obscenely long moan that left his mouth was swallowed by Tony as my lips and tongue made to wrap around the very tip of Stephen's cock. I tasted the musk and the salt of him as I made down his long cock, taking extra time to warm up my throat for the incoming intrusion. And when I finally swallowed him, to the hilt, I swear I felt the way his body shook.

There was a lot more noise coming from the two men - I briefly lifted my eyes to see Stephen sucking a hickey onto the side of Tony's neck with a vigour, Tony's hand holding onto Stephen's hair as the taller man palmed the shorter man's bulge through his boxers.

I was pretty sure my juices were flowing down my thighs. The two men were a Sight; the drugs and booze in my system had me reaching new levels of arousal, levels I previously didn't even know existed. A needy noise left my lips, muffled by the delicious cock stretching them and I knew it was time to grant myself the thing I had been craving for so long.

Swiftly, I pulled off Stephen's cock and sat down into his lap, grinding my panty-covered mound atop his erection that laid on his belly, twitching and leaking. "You want a condom? We're clean and I'm on birth control," I offered.

"I'm clean, feel free to..." Stephen detached his mouth from Tony just long enough to mutter consent, immediately going back to taste the engineer's skin and mark it with his lips and teeth. By the time I she'd my underwear and slid down on his sizeable cock, I had noticed the necklace of blues and reds decorating Tony's neck and clavicles.

"Fuck, yessss..." I hissed, the emptiness within me finally fed. Experimentally raising my hips up and down a few times, I quickly found a rhythm that made for sinful noises to fall from both of our lips. Tony was whining, too, in impatience. "Tony, wanna try something?"

That piqued his interest. He looked at me, eyes unfocused and blown with lust. "Hm?" As Steph continued satiating his hunger for Tony's skin.

I carefully considered it before speaking. "Get behind me," I ordered breathily, slowing my pace just enough to keep me tethering on the brink of release.

"We need lube," He mumbled immediately, catching my drift - well, not quite.

"Nope, we don't. I can take both of you," I stated, bending over and spreading my legs a little wider. With Tony and Bruce, it would have been impossible considering the fact that Bruce's cock was as thick as a fuckin' coke can, but with Stephen being a little more reasonably sized... I must admit, I was curious. It certainly looked interesting enough in porn. Plus, it would allow the two men to feel each other-

"Fuckin' hell," Stephen groaned, one hand gripping my hip to steady himself. So that was a definite yes. "Princess, you're killing me here."

Tony took all of a whole second to get in position and spit in his hand, adding extra lubrication just in case. Thoughtful Tony. He needn't have worried, however - every inch from my thighs to Steph's balls was covered in my juices. To say that I was turned on would have been a massive fuckin' understatement.

"Fu-uck, you're so good, baby," Tony groaned. I felt the tip of his cock breach and stretch my entrance, finding the sting not painful but rather pleasurable. Inch by inch, I felt myself open up. The sensations were incredibly powerful, my release approaching even despite the steady slow movements that Tony was making.

"Harder," I begged, feeling my release approach with the force of a freight train. Both men complied, falling into a careful but powerful rhythm, shaking me to the core with each precise thrust. It didn't take long for me to clench and spasm around the cocks, making both men pick up the pace, their movements turning sloppy. My own imagination supplied the extra mile, figuring their cocks rubbing against each other inside my sloppy wet hole made it feel twice as intense.

Tony wrapped his forearm around my throat, putting a healthy arch to my back - I didn't know whose cock was hitting just the right spot and I didn't care. My eyes met Stephen's - he was watching me come undone, worrying his lip between his teeth, his own eyes darting between my and Tony's face. In a split second decision, I took hold of one of his hands and popped the index and middle fingers into my mouth, softly sucking on them, covering the digits in my little gasps and moans

Stephen's back arched and Tony groaned, stuttering his hips in response. As soon as the little crease between the sorcerer's eyebrows made a humble appearance, he was coming. "Fuck!" He yelped hoarsely, painting my insides and Tony's cock white. The engineer dropped his head onto my shoulders, panting, getting a few stuttered thrusts and he was coming, too, jerking almost violently behind me.

Him shoving his cock as deeply as possible within me triggered another wave of bliss for me. I followed the two men, gasping around the fingers in my mouth and behind the unyielding strength of Tony's arm. I felt wrung out, like a paper bag scrunched up and used...

In the best way. It was incredibly hot. The realisation that I had been marked by two glorious men from the inside out made me shiver and the men in question twitch in response to the involuntary flutter my pussy had done from my thoughts.

"Woah," Tony mumbled, gently pulling out of my sore and sloppy hole.

"Yeah," Stephen was finally speechless and tranquil. A picture of serendipity, really, with his arm thrown comfortably over his head and a sated little smirk on his face.

I couldn't resist pecking him on the lips as I slid off his body to nest myself between him and Tony who still seemed to be catching his breath. "You should be like this more often," I stated, feeling myself slip into drowsiness.

"Gimme a reason," Stephen mumbled, barely a trace of his usual sarcasm.

"Oh we will," Tony finished darkly, throwing a sheet over the three of us and settling a comfortable arm across my waist, palm flat on Stephen's tummy. Last thing I heard before I fell into a deep sleep was Stephen's blunt nails scratching softly along Tony's scalp.

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Teams and Jealousy

Pairing: Alex Danvers x fem!reader

Summary: Alex has feeling for Lenas old collage rommate, but when she notices how close the reader and Kara have gotten she can’t help, but feel jealous.

Warnings: none - words: 1990

Y/n P.o.V

Slamming the door open I call out "honey I'm home!" I hear heels clicking on the floor "you know if you break my door, you'll pay for it" I laugh, closing the door to the penthouse "Lena, I would never ever break a thing in this house, if I had the money to repair your door I'd not be staying here in the first place" Lena gives me a look "but you already found a apartment to live in right?" I walk into the kitchen poring myself a glass of wine "of course, as much as I missed our college years together, doesn't mean I want to permanently live with you, but seriously I'm thankful you took me in for the first six months" Lena joins me at the kitchen island "you know there is no reason to thank, even if you stole my best friend from me" I chuckle "don't worry Lee, no one can replace you when it comes to Kara." Lena completely ignoring my observation, speaking up "well I should get ready, we should be leaving any time soon, you know how upset Kara gets when we're late to gamenight" she gives me a blaming stare "sorry! But I got to dress to impress" "who are you impressing?" Lena asks curiously, without answering her question I leave to the guest room.

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Arriving at Karas I knock on the door waiting for her to let us in. To my surprise I wasn't meet with her blue eyes, but with Alex's brown ones. So I don't get distracted I look over her shoulder still getting out a "hey Alex" she replies with more of a questioning tone "hey Y/n... and Lena" Lena gives her a smile entering behind me. I hear the door closing behind us and then Alex steps infront of me "so how are you?" I rub my neck "oh you know me, busy busy" she nods looking somewhere else "so I'll go get you two something to drink" I hold up two thumbs "sounds super."

She walks off leaving me to stand alone, so I can let out a huff of air.

Not a second later Kara stand infront of me "that was horrible" I go threw my hair "I know" "do you? Because not to sound rude, but I wish I could laser my own eyes after seeing that" I hit her shoulder making her laugh, soon with me joining her in.

She leads me to the couch where Alex hands me my wine glass. I give her a thankful nod, taking a big sip of it after. Nia excitedly announces "I suggest we play monopoly first" everyone agrees and Kara demands "I want Y/n as my partner" I see Alex give her a pointed look, but don't think to much of it.

Kara nudges me "I know how you like your woman in uniforms" I look down knowing I would blush at that comment. Why did Kara have to catch me staring at Alex that one time. I hit the side of her leg "you're gross" she giggles grabbing the dice rolling for us.

After Lena and Nia won they high fived, followed by Alex commenting "I guess no one can beat a CEO at monopoly" I sigh "should have teamed up with Lee on this one" Kara gasps next to me "well I see how it is, next game is jenga you and Alex against Lena and I" I smirk "you are so on" we switch my places so that I'm next to Alex. Just now it sinks in what Kara was setting up. For a second I feel nervous, but when I see Alex smiling at me those nerves are gone. Even if I've noticed her staring at me weirdly tonight, maybe I did something to offend her. Or worse she found out about my crush and now doesn't like me anymore.

Focusing more on the finale of the jenga game it's Alex and I against Lena and Kara. Kara is just about to make her move when I lean closer to her and tickle her side. She tries to keep steady, but I can see how she's about to break. Still trying to get the piece out, I come closer so I can get her worst tickle spot. Suddenly Kara burst out laughing losing her grip and making the tower fall. She pouts "that was so not fair!" I hug her from the side "sorry sweetie you can try in the next game" she gets her competitive face back on, getting up to get another game. For some reason Alex following behind her.

Alex P.o.V

Seeing Kara and Y/n all affectionate tonight really has my jealousy rising up. I mean Kara knows about my crush on Y/n. But even so maybe Y/n had feelings for Kara, then they got together and Kara is just to scared to tell me. I mean the way Y/n was looking over my shoulder when I opened the door for her. Probably looking for Kara. It makes sense in a way. I tap Kara on the shoulder, turning to me she questions "hey, what's up?" I sharply, but quietly accuse "I can't believe you're with Y/n while you know about my crush on her" Karas face goes from confused to shocked "you think Y/n and I are a thing!?" "Obviously, I mean you've been really touchy with each other" Karas face now goes from shocked to her usual panic "oh no, oh no!"

Kara pulls me to table "Y/n and I are not dating" everyone's eyes turn to us and Y/n is the first to speak "Kara what are you doing?" Kara clarifies "Alex thinks there is something between us... relationship wise" for a moment there's silence until Y/n breaks it with her laughter "what? That's crazy, that would totally be the wrong Danvers" heads snapping to her mine included, she seems to have realised what she said because now she was staring at me, with adorable doe eyes.

I take a few steps closer to her "did you just imply that you have feelings for me" Y/n scratches her neck "ehm yeah sort of" "I guess my calculations were wrong" we hear from the other couch seeing Brainy pass Nia a ten dollar bill. Nia brightens up putting the bill into her pocket "there are no calculations when it comes to love" Y/n looks to me "what do you say? Want to make those ten dollars worth the bet?" "Is that your romantic way of asking me out?" teasingly raising a suspicious eyebrow, Y/n notices my posture grinning "maybe it is" I grin back "well maybe I'd like that date."

Y/n looks around the room "just to make it clear I have Alex on my team for the rest of the night" there's not a protest in the room, quickly I go to sit down next to Y/n where she slyly slips her hand into mine, while taking her turn at the game of life.

You Are My Humanity

This story is inspired by this amazing video from DreamsofLight on YouTube. All credit for the idea goes to them.

Characters: Dean x OC, Sam Winchester, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore

“See the thing in the paper this morning?” Dean asked, as him and Sam sat outside on a bench, enjoying the sunshine. “Three killed, same town. All within the last 2 weeks.”

“You think it’s her?” Sam inquired concerned.

“It would be a hell of a coincidence if it's not.” Dean stood up from the bench, Sam following after him.

“Where are we headed?” Sam asked, as the both got into the Impala.

“Mystic Falls, Virginia,” Dean said, starting Baby’s engine and driving off down the road.

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Emma was walking down a deserted highway, the sound of her boots clicking on the pavement. She stopped, looking behind her to ensure that no cars were coming down the two lane street before she laid down on the cool asphalt, her arms splayed on either side of her. 

It had been 2 weeks since she shut off her humanity. Two weeks that she didn’t feel like dying every time she thought of her old life. When she came to Mystic Falls, it was to escape her problems. Unfortunately for her, she had developed new ones. 

She had been quick to discover that the town was crawling with vampires and she was more than eager bum off their blood stash. Her and Damon, the town bad boy, had become close friends, confiding in each other over many a bourbon. He had told her all about the love triangle between himself, his brother, and the doppleganger. Emma had been hesitant at first, but after one night of way too many tequila shots she had spilled her heart out to Damon about Dean. How he was her epic love and how it was all ruined when she was turned into a vampire. She recounted how Dean had tried to kill her, managing to pin her to the ground, the blade inches from her neck. She described how he had hesitated, his hand shaking and he struggled between what his head was telling him to do and what his heart was screaming at him not to. With tears in her eyes, she had told Damon how Dean had packed her belongings, putting them inside one of the many cars housed at the bunker, handed her the keys and told her to get lost. His parting words were to remind her that if he ever saw her he wouldn’t make the mistake of hesitating again.

It was after that day that Emma just couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that thinking about her old life brought her. The weight of what she lost becoming too much for her handle. It was 3 months to the day after she came to Mystic Falls that she flipped the switch. In those three months, she had managed not to kill one person. Now, in the two weeks without her humanity she had killed dozens. She knew she was being reckless but honestly she didn’t care. 

She didn’t care about anything. Except the nagging hunger in the pit of belly. The sound of tires on the road woke Emma from her daydream. Headlights illuminated her body as the sound of brakes filled the air. The door to the car opened, a young woman rushing out. 

“Oh my God. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” the woman rushed, kneeling down beside Emma.

“I don’t feel anything,” Emma replied emotionless.

“Don’t move. I have a blanket in the trunk of my car.” The woman stood up, rushing quickly to the car, popping the trunk. Emma waited until the woman’s sight was blocked the trunk before she vamped up, running to stand behind the woman. The woman turned around, startled by Emma’s presence. 

“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Let me just grab my phone and I can call an ambulance for you.” 

“I’m feeling very hungry,” Emma said, before she allowed her fangs to extend, black veins forming below her eyes, the whites of them turning red. The woman let out a scream before Emma sunk her teeth into her neck, sucking mouthfuls of the sweet liquid. Emma could feel the woman growing weak but she didn’t care. 

“That’s enough,” a voice sounded from behind her. Emma retracted her fangs from the woman’s neck, sighing as she wiped her jacket sleeve across her mouth. 

“You didn’t use to be such a buzzkill,” Emma groaned as she threw the barely conscious body to the ground. 

“And you didn’t use to be a such bitch,” Damon retorted. “Are you trying to get caught?”

“Does it look like I care?” Olivia said, bending down to check her makeup in the car’s mirror.

“You will if your hunter boyfriend shows up to gank us all,” Damon replied.

Emma stood up, turning around the glare at Damon. “Ex-boyfriend. And I hope he comes. Then the real fun can begin.” Emma cast Damon one last glance before she walked off in the direction of the town. She always craved a milkshake after drinking blood and lucky for her there was a diner within walking distance. 

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Emma was enjoying her chocolate milkshake when the door to the diner opened. She inhaled deeply, a familiar scent catching her senses. She should have known right then to run but instead she continued to sip on her milkshake.

"Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in," a deep voice boomed as two men slid into the bench across from her. Emma looked up from her glass, right into the stares of the two men she had once called family.

"If it isn't the Winchesters," Emma snarled. "I would say nice to see you but it's really not. How did you find me?"

"You've left a trail of bodies. Not exactly inconspicuous there sweetheart," Dean drawled.

Emma's heart squeezed slightly at the mention of the nickname. No, she told herself. No feelings.

"Well are you here to kill me? A packed diner? Not exactly smart on your end."

"Emma, we don't want to hurt you," Sam said softly. "But you can't keep killing people."

The waitress came up to the table at that time. She stared awkwardly between the three, sensing the tension.

Emma smirked as she stood up from the table. "Watch me," she directed at the boys as she placed her hand on either side of the waitress' head, twisting them quickly. The waitress' body dropped to the ground, screams erupting throughout the diner.

"See ya later boys," Emma waved before stepping over the waitress' dead body and walking out of the diner.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean screamed, scrambling out of the booth in an attempt to run after her. He had almost made it to the door when two men walked through.

"Woah. Slow down there cowboy. Where's the fire?" the raven haired one joked.

"Damon," the blonde haired one directed his attention to the body laying on the ground.

"Damnit. I told her not to do it in such a public place," Damon growled.

"You know Emma?" Sam asked.

"We're friends. Though right now I'm seriously considering revoking that card. How do you know her?" Damon asked suspiciusly.

"Old friends," Sam said awkwardly. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."

"Winchester?" Stefan clarified. Both men nodded.

"Well that explains the dead body," Damon grumbled. "We should get this cleaned up and find her quick. I have a feeling she's not even close to being done."

"I'm sorry but who are you two exactly?" Dean growled.

"We're the ones who took care of Emma after you kicked her to the curb," Damon spit.

"Wait.. you're..." Sam said, putting the pieces together.

"That's right. We're vampires," Damon smiled, as his fangs elongated, the veins under his eyes darkening. Both Sam and Dean quickly pulling out their guns pointing them at Stefan and Damon.

"Woah, woah wait," Stefan held his hands up. "We're not gonna hurt you. We want the same thing you do. To turn Emma's back on."

"Her what?" Sam raised a brow at Stefan.

"Her humanity. You know the thing that gives you all the touchy feelings. Well Emma turned her's off. Couldn't deal with that fact that the only family she had left hated her," Damon turned his stare on Dean.

"Well that explains the increased body count," Sam said.

"Look guys. Can you put the guns down," Stefan pleaded. Dean and Sam lowered their weapons slowly, both of them still keeping them gripped tightly in their hands just in case. "Why dont we get this mess cleaned up here and then we go back to the boarding house to talk." Everyone nodded their head, Sam and Dean taking care of the body while Stefan and Damon compelled the diner occupants.

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At the boarding house, Dean and Damon were sipping on bourbons while Stefan and Sam nursed beers.

"So how do we get her humanity back?" Sam asked.

"She needs an emotional trigger. Something that she cares about deeply for her to latch on to," Stefan explained.

Sam and Dean shared a look before Dean shook his head. "Dude, it has to you," Sam said.

"No way," Dean replied, downing the rest of this drink.

"I think Sam's right," Stefan said cautiously. "You and Sam were the reason she shut it off in the first place. You are probably the only one who can bring her back."

"Damnit," Dean huffed. "Fine. What do I have to do?"

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Dean was nervous. It had been 3 months since he had a proper coversation with Emma and the thought of it being them alone scared him. Dean didn't have long to think about it because a knock at the door indicated she had arrived. Dean checked the peephole, ensuring that it was her before he cautiously opened the motel room door.

Emma was standing on the other side, a smug look on her face. "Hello, Dee," she smiled, before she walked over the threshold into the motel room. "I was surprised when you called. I figured after the diner the next time I would see you, you would be trying to kill me."

"Yeah, well I've had time to reconsider," Dean said, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing one to Emma.

They sat in silence as they drank, each of them sparing and glances at the other.

"Why did you really ask me hear Dean? I know it wasn't so you can have a drinking buddy."

"Would you believe me if I said I missed you," Dean shrugged slightly.

"No," Emma retorted. "If you really missed me you wouldn't have waited three months to come find me. It's funny that it only took a little killing for you to finally show up." Dean narrowed his eyes at her. "Do I make you nervous Dee. Your heart is positively pounding."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair before he stood up, grabbing another beer from the fridge. Emma followed him, leaning against the island, watching as he downed the beer.

"You have nothing to be afraid of Dean. I wotnt hurt you," Emma said innocently.

"I'm not afraid," he retorted as his gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips.

Emma smirked, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips. Dean stared at her, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. So quickly that it almost caught Emma off guard, he strode over to her, grabbing her arms and pressing her hard into the wall. His lips collided with hers, their teeth and tongues clashing. Emma's hands wound into Dean's hair while his rested on her hips, pulling her closer. When Dean had to break away for air, Emma used her vamp speed to spin them around, pressing Dean into the wall. Dean grunted from the force but was caught off shortly by Emma's mouth on him once more.

Dean cut them off once more as he rested his forehead against Emma's. He placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. "Emma please come back. I'm here. I love you."

Emma flickered for just a second, her emotions attempting to claw their way out, but she forced them back down. Emma placed her hands on top of Dean's pulling them down from her face. "I've never loved you," Emma said emotionless.

"Em, I know that's not true," Dean pleaded. "Please, baby, please turn it back on. I dont want to have to kill you."

"I'd like to see you try," Emma smirked before taking Dean's head in her hand and smashing it into wall, knocking him unconscious.

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Dean woke with a start, shooting up in bed.

"Woah, easy. You have a concussion," Sam said forcing him to lay back down.

"What a bitch!" Dean growled as the night's memories came back to him.

"Why didn't it work?" Sam asked. "You have to be her emotional trigger."

"I don't know but we better figure out something quick or else the bodies are going to start piling up." Sam nodded in agreement.

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Emma had just finished draining a hiker when the leaves rustled behind her.

"If you've come to join the party Damon I'm afraid you're out of luck," Emma joked, turning around. She was surprised to see not only Damon but Stefen as well.

"Sorry Stef. No bunnies around right now."

"We're done playing nice Emma. It's time to turn your humanity back on," Damon ordered.

"Oh yeah. What are you going to do if I don't?"

Two more sets of footsteps sounded in the forest, Sam and Dean stepping through the tree line, guns raised.

"Really? They're your big go to plan. You do know that they had a chance to kill me once and couldn't do it. What makes you think they can do it now?"

"Oh it's not you who will be in dying tonight," Damon smirked before he vamped over to Dean placing him in a choke hold, his hands on either side of his head. "Turn your humanity back on Emma or so help me I will snap his neck."

Emma wavered slightly but hrld strong. "You're bluffing." She tried to convey confidence but the group didn't miss the slight uncertainty in her voice.

"Emma," Dean pleaded, his voice coming out of strangled from where Damon was pressing against his windpipe.

"Go ahead," Emma shrugged.

Damon twisted his hands, the sound of Dean's neck snapping filled the air. His body dropped to the ground as Emma let out a silent scream. She dropped to her knees her hands coming up to cradle Dean's head.

"How about now? Do you feel anything now?" Damon asked. "You angry I just turned your boyfriend into roadkill or are you sad because poor Sammy is left without his brother?" Emma looked up at Damon, tears forming in her eyes. "I guess it was a good idea he was wearing this." Damon bent down holding up Dean's arm to show Emma the large ring on his finger. Emma recognized it as the Gilbert ring. The one that will bring people back from supernatural deaths. Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god Dean," Emma cried as she stroked his hand.

"You feel that weight lifting of your chest. That's joy," Damon smiled. "Because Dean isnt dead. That's emotion Emma. Thats humanity.

Emma looked up at Damon as all of her emotions came flooding in. Emma's breathing quickened as she was overwhelmed by everything at once. Happiness, grief, love and finally guilt. Guilt over everything she had done. Guilt over everyone she had killed.

"No! No! What did I do!" Emma cried, standing up. She ran her fingers through her hair as she paced. "Oh my god! I... I killed so many people! I killed them!"

"Hey calm down!" Damon tried to restrain her but she pushed him off.

"No!" Emma growled, as she smashed her fist through the trunk of a tree.

"Hey! Emma, hey. I know this stage," Stefan tried to calm her. "The emotions are overwhelmimg but you just need to focus on one thing. Just find that one thing inside of you that makes you strong."

Emma looked over to where Sam was standing, a look of concern on his face. Then she looked down at Dean's body. And that's when she found it. The thing that made her stronger. It was family. Sam and Dean were her family. She looked back at Stefan and Damon. They were her family too. Emma's breathing slowed as the swell of emotions ended.

"There it is," Stefan said nodding his head.

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Emma was sitting on the edge of Damon's bed, holding Dean's hand. It had been about an hour and he had yet to wake up. She was trying not to worry but with each passing minute her anxiety grew.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Dean!" Emma cried out as Dean looked at her.

"Hey there sweetheart," Dean smiled. Emma threw her arms around Dean, burying her face on his neck. "So im guessing it worked?" he said.

"What?" Emma lifted her head, eyebrows furrowed.

"Damon said that we had to make you think I was dead. He said it was the only way you would truly flip it back."

"Wait, you agreed to get your n ck snapped. What the hell Dean! I was so scared!" Emma slapped his chest, causing Dean to suck in a breath.

"Sorry," Emma apologized. "Still not used to the increased strength. I'm really glad you're alright," Emma said before she started getting off the bed.

"Wait," Dean grabbed ber arm, stopping her movements. Emma looked back as Dean released her arm. "Emma, I... I'm sorry for I acted. How I treated you when you first turned."

"Dean, its.."

"No, let me finish. I was an asshole. Instead of giving you a chance, I shut you out. Hell I almost killed you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry."

"It's okay Dean. I get it. We're hunters. We kill the monsters. Honestly I probably would have done the same thing."

"Emma there's something else." Dean was looking down at the sheets, playing with a losse thread. He looked up slowly at her and Emma could see tears forming in his eyes. "I love you," he said quietly but Emma heard every word.

"What?" Emma asked, not believing what she heard.

"I said I love you. I never stopped loving you."

"I love you too," Emma said as she leaned down, pressing her lips to his. Sparks erupted between them and Emma couldn't help the smile that graced her lips.

"What?" Dean laughed.

"Who would have thought the great Dean Winchester would be in love with a vampire?"

Dean chuckled, "Well I never have been one to follow the rules." Emma laughed before melding her lips to his once more.

Title: My Type pt. 1

Summary: A fluffy piece based on a dream I had. F!Reader feels self conscious about her body size and he makes her feel better.

Pairing: SpencerxF!Reader

CW/TW: mention of general challenges with dieting and body image. No description of eating disorder though.

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The case the team was currently on had been twisty turny in the worst way. They had been brought to Chicago after human remains had been found within 3 churches that were recently demolished. The remains were posed the same way and had been hidden in the same manner- beneath the baptismal font. They had been there over a week and were still trying to figure out who was responsible for the crimes. They'd had a suspect but it had led to nothing... Starting over was always the worst.

"Ok, let's go back to the beginning... What do we know about the victims?" Rossi instructed paternally.

"All females between the ages of 21 and 35." Y/N stated quickly. "No ties to the churches they were found within."

"All of them were college educated and single," added Emily. "And they were attractive... physically fit, well dressed and likeable types. Popular on Tinder and their other social medias."

Y/N always felt uncomfortable when profiling someone based off their physical traits... Bluntly put, she wasn't slim. In a profile, that would make her considered less sexually appealing for the majority of UnSubs. Statistically, it was a fact. Yet it always felt like there could be some subjectivity when her colleagues brought up the stature of those they worked to avenge.

All of her female colleagues were slimmer than her. She often found herself donning bulky sweaters in dark colors, hoping they would disguise the softness of her belly and the rolls on her back, just below her bra line. In magazines she'd read that she should emphasize her face and cleavage, as if that would distract anyone from the parts of her body she disliked.

Of course she was physically fit and capable of passing her field tests... She just didn't have the same body type as her colleagues. Where they were lean, she was voluptuous. Over-full. Despite lifelong diets and general misery around food, her body size remained a pain point until finally after working with a therapist, she discovered intuitive eating. Y/N now felt more connected to her body, appreciated it's cues for the type of fuel it needed, and generally struggled less around her eating habits. But the body image challenges... Those continued. Some days worse than others... And today was one of those.

She knew it wasn't necessarily intentional, but Derek never made flirtatious comments toward her. She sometimes sensed that Rossi put all of the vegetables closer to her end of the table. Hotch usually signed her up for desk work if it was an option. And Spencer, pipe cleaner that he was... Never gave her a second glance. They were all great friends, especially Y/N and the younger Doctor... Both intellectual, sensitive and intuitive, they got along famously. But Y/N knew it would never be more than that... Someone as beautiful as Spencer Reid would never give her the time of day.

"With no ties to the churches, being buried beneath the baptismal font could indicate our UnSub as someone looking to cleanse them of their sins of life." Y/N added, snapping out of her negative thoughts to focus on the case. "What would make someone want to do that?"

"If I'm the UnSub, these churches mean a lot to me.. So I'm religious. I would be repulsed by their lack of virtue... Yet possibly attracted to them. What would that make me do?" Morgan added. "I might feel that this is the only way to feel holy again."

"So we need to go back to the church... We already figured that this UnSub would need access to the facility but there must be someone we missed." Rossi said.

Rossi and Morgan went back to the church while the rest of the team worked with Garcia to pinpoint any specifics of who might be the culprit. Limited social media use by the UnSub made it tricky, but you eventually tracked down Joseph Knight. He was a current seminary student placed at one of the many Catholic churches in Chicago. In his mission work, he organized events for young professionals to volunteer as tutors for lower income students. As it turned out, all three victims had been to at least one tutoring session, each in a different neighborhood.

"So there's our connection, my furry friends. And wouldn't you bet the next event is tomorrow night?" Garcia said.

"If we send someone in who fits his type, we could draw him out..." Emily added. "What do you guys think?"

Y/N took a deep breath. "Yeah, I think it could work. You or JJ rock paper scissors for it. I'm going for a coffee refill... Anyone need anything?"

Y/N pushed away from the table, pushing up the sleeves of her navy blazer and wrapping the strap of her wallet around her wrist. She adjusted her jeans quickly, making sure they still sat at the narrowest part of her waist and ensured that her striped tee wasn't clinging anywhere. She felt a little flustered, her outfit not doing as much as she'd hoped to make her feel confident. The local coffeeshop around the corner had friendly baristas and a little positive human interaction would definitely improve her mood.

"I'll join you," Spencer said quickly. "If that's all right. I could use some fresh air."

They walked in silence to the coffeeshop in the brisk September air, Spencer holding the door for Y/N with a small smile. He did this for everyone, so Y/N paid it no mind. The shop smelled delicious, roasty and warm. They hopped in the short line, and Y/N perused the drink list. In their week there, she'd tried a few specialties but mostly stuck to plain coffee.

"Okay genius... Which has more caffeine, black coffee or an Americano?" She asked, trying to lighten the mood.

His eyes shone, excited for the opportunity to talk about something other than work.

"Contrary to popular belief," he explained, his hands moving as he spoke, "One 2 oz double espresso shot has about 80 milligrams of caffeine. Whereas a 12 oz brewed coffee has about 120 milligrams. So actually there is more caffeine in an average cup of drip coffee than in espresso. If you really want to go crazy you could get a red-eye, but I wonder if the post-caffeine crash is really the best idea for you today."

"What do you mean? I'm fine." She said. "Frustrated that I had to board Millie for a second week, but I know we're getting closer to solving this." Thinking of her sweet lab mix made her smile.

"Fair. I just mean, you seemed a little touchy when Emily suggested sending in someone as bait."

"Yeah, I don't know. They'll figure out who's the most attractive. It will probably work. It's good, for sure."

"The most attractive to that UnSub, you mean?" He tried to clarify, not totally sure why she sounded so down talking about it.

"Oh yeah, yeah... Of course." She shrugged. The line had dwindled. She smiled at the barista, who was wearing a hand drawn name tag. "Hi Jenny, how are you?... Great thanks. Can I please have a medium plain latte with an extra shot? Thank you so much. Spence, what's your order?"

He flushed, clearly feeling a little awkward. "Oh, a large pour over... The Guatemalan single origin, if you have it."

The barista nodded, and Y/N chuckled lightly at his very specific order. She paid, tipping Jenny generously, and they went to stand near the pickup counter.

"Single origin, huh? Getting fancy, Dr. Reid." Y/N teased. Her brief conversation with Jenny had brightened her day.

"Yeah, they tend to be more interesting than a blend so I like to try them when I can... Thank you for buying by the way... next one on me, ok?" She nodded in response, and he continued.

"Did you know that Guatemala is one of the top ten coffee producers in the world, producing more than 204,000 metric tons of coffee beans a year?" He looked delighted, a far cry from his usual down turned look when they were on a case. He looked... Great.

Y/N tried not to focus too much on the happy crinkles around his eyes or the way his large yet delicate hands gestured as he spoke. She knew he would never consider her equally lovely.

Their coffees came up quickly and they returned to the station ready to plan for the next days effort.

A/N stay tuned for part 2... Just thought this was getting a little lengthy!

Chloé & Buster

Chloé: You coming to Abi's party tonight? Buster: No Chloé: Why not! Gonna be such a laugh Buster: It's not really any of your business, is it, Chlo, but let's be honest even if I was in the country, we both know it wouldn't be a laugh Buster: Abi's probably fucked up already Buster: And that's only one of the reasons why it's a no Chloé: Ooh, someone's moody! Chloé: Unlucky you're out of town babes 😂 Chloé: Family time, is it? Yawn Buster: Fuck off, Chlo Buster: There are other things to do besides annoying my sister, you should try it Chloé: Not in her inbox, am I? Chloé: 😷 Chloé: As if you're doing anything worth talking about Buster: Neither am I so how in the hell would I know, like? Buster: Why do you care so much still what I'm doing? Buster: Sort it out, babe. The who ain't you, but there's plenty of lads in your postcode who would Chloé: Just inviting you to a bash don't get wild about it Chloé: Never see you out these days, not YOUR postcode anymore, no? Chloé: Fake girlfriend still, is it? 💔 Buster: And why do you reckon that is, babe? Buster: Fault's yours not mine. Stop inviting me out, yeah? I'm not here for it. Or you Buster: I'm not sorry I'm busy with my actual girlfriend Chloé: What have I done! Chloé: Nothing but nice to you, and your sister, for that matter Buster: If that's what you think I ain't got the time to change your mind Buster: Nor write you a list, like Chloé: 🙄 The theatrics! Chloé: So, what's she like then? Must be something if you're willing to leave here for it Buster: Draw your own conclusions Buster: I'm not talking about her to you Chloé: Cute 💘 Chloé: Though you don't need to talk that game to me Chloé: Might be able to convince a girl outside the postcode that you're #loyal babes but no need or way that'll wash with me 😏 Buster: Shut up Buster: Maybe the reason I had to go out of the postcode was less to do with me and more about the type of girl there, you ever thought on that? Chloé: Omg Chloé: Admitting you can't handle us? Buster: You wish Buster: It wasn't a compliment, babe Chloé: Whatevs Chloé: You're looking good anyway Buster: Course I am Buster: Is there anything else I can actually do for you or what? 'Cause there's plenty my girlfriend can do for me if we're done here Chloé: If you wanna make me jealous Chloé: so many better ways to go about it Buster: Please Buster: Don't flatter yourself, honestly Chloé: Who's this??? Chloé: [Rio's post] Buster: Your subtlety is astounding Buster: Your sleuthing needs some work though, clearly Chloé: It's on my feed, I ain't ashamed Buster: Give it a double tap and move on, babe Chloé: Yeah, don't think she's your type Chloé: Maybe your sister's, she's always commenting hmm Buster: Like you know anything about mine or my sister's type of girl Chloé: Getting warmer, am I? Buster: In the sense you're getting more desperate, yeah Buster: If this turns you on that's an issue for you to worry about, not me Chloé: Please Chloé: it's fun isn't it Buster: No Buster: If I tell you who she is will you go away? Chloé: Sure! Buster: She's one of my many cousins, alright Chloé: Oh Chloé: That explains it Chloé: Disappointing but don't need to tell you that Buster: Off you go then Chloé: No Chloé: I thougt you were going to tell me who your girlfriend is Buster: Why the fuck would I do that? Chloé: Why would I care who your skanky cousin is? Buster: 'Cause you're obsessed with me apparently Buster: And don't call her that Chloé: Like you care babes Buster: I obviously do or else I wouldn't waste my breath telling you to shut up Chloé: You've said worse about all of 'em Chloé: Oh my Gosh Chloé: Just realised who she is Buster: I can whatever I want. Who the fuck are you? Buster: Congrats Chloé: She is, isn't she? Chloé: The one everyone's slept with Chloé: How shaming Buster: It'd sound more sincere if you hadn't slept with most of Chelsea, babe Buster: One rule for you, yeah? Chloé: I live here, I didn't fly in for the experience Chloé: Why was she even here? Buster: Maybe if you upped your own game the lads wouldn't need her to fly in Chloé: How can you talk about your own family like that you sicko Buster: 😂 Buster: You do have a moral code of some sort then? Buster: Take it up with your boy besties, they're the ones who like to chat about it Chloé: More than you do, clearly Chloé: Doesn't that just make you want to die? How mortifying Buster: It makes me wanna kill them Buster: Thanks for asking Chloé: As if you're any better 😂 Buster: I don't sleep with any girls they care about, do I? Chloé: Yeah right Chloé: Family man now, are you babes? Chloé: Take it up with her if you're so close now Buster: Whatever, Chlo Chloé: More touchy about this than you were with your own sister Chloé: Guess there was no risk of all your mates getting on her Buster: Exactly Buster: And you've missed your chance too so no worries there Chloé: You're so vile Buster: Like you'd be above fucking my sister? Okay babe Chloé: 🤢 Chloé: I'd sooner drink bleach Chloé: thank you Buster: I'm sure she would too Buster: Shame there was none in my glass that night at the party, like Chloé: Sorry to disappoint whatever incest kink you've got going on Chloé: but nah babes Buster: Why? You ain't been sorry about being a let down in any other way Chloé: Shut up Chloé: I was wasted and you're not giving a second chance Buster: If it was only how unfuckable you are, I'd let you off Chloé: You certainly managed Chloé: Trust me Buster: As I've only got your word on it, I have to Chloé: How else do you expect me to prove it? Chloé: DNA test? Buster: I don't care Buster: It happened and it ain't again. End of story Chloé: Whatever you say Buster: There ain't nothing else to say Buster: Unless you've got something you desperately wanna add? Chloé: Just talking to James Chloé: he reckons you're well weird about your cousin Buster: Says the lad who told me in graphic detail what fucking her was like? Okay Chloé: Didn't do it for you? Chloé: Poor boy 😂 Buster: But I'm the vile one, sure Chlo Chloé: Calm down, it's only bants Chloé: You're sooooo serious now Buster: Serious about how much I want you to fuck off out of my inbox Chloé: Can't handle it now or what? Chloé: There's a reason, I know Buster: I ain't never wanted to handle you, babe Chloé: Obvs not Chloé: not related to you am I Chloé: how country 😂 Buster: Fuck off Buster: Excuse me if you slagging off my family isn't a huge turn on for me, like Chloé: Why's it matter Chloé: Not gonna say it to their face am I Buster: You literally did say shit to my sister though Buster: Already forgotten or what? Chloé: No I never Chloé: Mads tagged her Chloé: then everyone else did Chloé: it wasn't me Buster: Back in the day in was all you though Chloé: She say that did she? Chloé: I was the only one who even tried to be her friend Chloé: not my fault she was in love with me Buster: Bullshit Buster: You ain't her type either, babe Buster: Get over yourself Chloé: Hmm not how I remember it Chloé: not like you were paying any attention so what would you know tbh Buster: I've heard it from her now Buster: Not just in Dublin seeing my girlfriend, as you've already worked out Chloé: Thrilled for you both, I'm sure Buster: Act like it then Buster: Leave me alone Buster: And it goes without saying, my sister as well Chloé: Well you see I can't Chloé: Hate to burst your bubble, of course Buster: Yeah you can Chloé: I really can't Chloé: As fun as this has been I have some news Buster: Go on then Buster: Sooner you've said it, sooner you can go Chloé: Ha Chloé: I'm pregnant Buster: What the fuck, Chlo? Even for you that's low Buster: Still going to Abi's party though, yeah? Buster: Bullshit Chloé: God, I can still have fun and A GLASS Chloé: beside the point Chloé: [pics of tests] Buster: Well yeah, you can do whatever you want until you prove it's my kid Chloé: How do you expect me to do that Chloé: and I know it's yours, thank you very much Buster: You might, but I don't Buster: And forgive me if I don't automatically take your word for it after all the shit you've said and done, like Chloé: Well if you weren't being so difficult Buster: Me? Buster: Fuck that Buster: Get a prenatal DNA and get back to me or wait until the kid is born, do it and get back to me Chloé: Wow Chloé: Class act Chloé: That's going to require a bit of cooperation, babes Buster: All you need is a blood sample or mouth swab Buster: I'll give you either Chloé: Done this before, have you? Chloé: Jesus Christ Chloé: it's a child, your child Buster: Not as far I know yet Buster: You having this convo with James and the rest of them too, are you? Chloé: Fuck off Chloé: No Chloé: and don't you dare tell ANYONE Buster: Like I want them knowing about it Buster: Whether it's my kid or not Buster: I've gotta tell my parents though so Chloé: You can tell them Chloé: Mine don't know yet Buster: You should tell them too Chloé: Will you tell them with me? Buster: Okay Chloé: Yay good Chloé: When are you back? Buster: I was gonna skip school but Buster: When were you planning on telling them? Chloé: I don't know, doesn't matter Buster: Of course it does Buster: You need to decide what you're gonna do Buster: They can help you Chloé: What? Chloé: I know what I'm doing Chloé: I've already been shopping with the girls Buster: I thought you didn't want anyone to know? Chloé: I don't want YOU telling people it could be anyone else's Chloé: when it couldn't, how rude Buster: So you've told your friends but not your parents? Buster: Come on, Chlo Buster: Have you even been to the doctors or anything? Chloé: Yeah they'll just fuss and wanna know things Chloé: how cringe Chloé: No point yet Chloé: I think Chloé: it's like 12 weeks scan, yeah? Buster: You can get DNA done at 9 weeks Buster: I've just looked it up Chloé: How long's it been? Buster: If you don't know that how are you so sure it's my kid? Chloé: I haven't slept with anyone else for ages Chloé: if you must know Buster: It is kind of worth knowing, yeah Buster: Fuck's sake Chloé: Don't be funny with me Chloé: I just know alright Buster: Don't tell me how to be Buster: I asked you after if you needed me to take you to the pill and you said no Chloé: Well I thought I was fine, obviously Buster: Well, now neither of us are, obviously Chloé: I'm good Chloé: Drama Chloé: It'll be nice, if you let it Buster: Nice? Buster: Grow up, Chlo Chloé: Well I'm not getting rid of it Chloé: you've done it now, deal with it Buster: Like I said, when you prove to me that it's my baby, I will Chloé: Fine, I will Chloé: you'll see Chloé: anyway, I'm going out, gotta get my nails done for tonight Buster: I'm glad you've got your priorities in order, babe Buster: Jesus Christ Chloé: What? Chloé: I can't do anything, I told you I've got loads of stuff for it Chloé: keeping it at Lindseys Buster: Don't go the party Buster: That's what you could do Chloé: I'm not going to sit at home on a saturday night Chloé: i'm not 40 Buster: Clearly. 40 year old's don't tend to get knocked up accidentally as a rule Chloé: Menopause'll do that to you babe Buster: That's not the point Buster: We need to talk about this you can't just ruin my life and then go do a toast with your friends Chloé: Me ruin yours? I didn't impregnate myself Buster: You're ruining your own by not thinking this through Chloé: I'm not a baby killer Chloé: sorry about it Buster: I don't even have words for how stupid that sounds Chloé: I can't believe you're trying to make me get an abortion Buster: I'm not trying to make you do anything except use your brain Buster: What about uni? Are you still gonna go or what? Buster: Are you gonna get your own place or stay with your mum and dad? Chloé: Wow, 20 questions! Buster: This isn't a game Buster: Fucking hell Chloé: I'm having a baby Chloé: that's my plan Buster: And then what? Chloé: Be a mum? Buster: You know how hard that's gonna be, yeah? Chloé: I think I'll manage babe Chloé: I'm not an idiot Buster: You're an idiot if you think it's easy Chloé: How hard can it be Buster: Very Buster: Babies can't do fuck all and kids aren't much better Chloé: Yeah, I know how to feed it and change it Chloé: Abi's got a baby sister she's so cute Buster: Good for her Buster: I bet she ain't doing the night feeds while her parents sleep, is she Chloé: Whatever Buster: Don't fucking whatever me, Chlo Chloé: Don't you talk to me like that Buster: I can't talk to you right now if you're gonna be like this Chloé: That's good because you're making me late Buster: Fine Buster: Bye then Chloé: 👋