Mrs.Kennedy

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ!☕

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ᰔIntroductionᰔ

Ivy || She/her || '07 Liner || infj girly

I'll write mostly for Resident Evil Characters...

"#yapping session with ivy" tag is just me answering asks or simply just yapping with you all.

❒ Masterlist ❒ Rules ❒ Facts about me ❒ Ao3

𝐋𝐢𝐥' 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.

[mrskennedy-07]

Resident Evil Masterlist

❒ Leon Scott Kennedy

❒ Chris Redfield

❒ Carlos Oliveira

❒ Claire Redfield

❒ Jill Valentine

❒ Grace Ashcroft

❒ Multi-Character

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𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「Series」

Girl From The Future....{Finished}

「OneShot」

Popstar (smut)

A Coffee Mix up

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

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𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「OneShot」

"I'm Yours"(smut)

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

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𝕵𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「OneShot」

Secret Lover (smut)

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

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𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「OneShot」

Strawberries and cigarettes (smut)

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

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𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「OneShot」

How to calm my lady (smut)

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

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𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝕬𝖘𝖍𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「OneShot」

Fated

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

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𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕰𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎-𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「OneShot」

"I'm an assassin and not an agent sweetheart"

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader x Ada wong

"Sounds delicious"

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader x Jill Valentine

Slumber party

Pairing : Aeon x Reader x Clairejill

「ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀs ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ」

[autumnbutterflyy]

Sleeping Beauty

Summary: While investigating a string of fairy tale-inspired attacks, you become the next victim of the curse. Dean refuses to accept there's nothing he can do about it. Pairing: Dean x F.Reader (Hunter) / (Established relationship) Warnings: Fairy tale stuff, magical sleep/unconsciousness, (really)soft Dean, hurt, comfort, light mention of Dean's deal, softness, too much softness, takes place during Season 3 Episode 5. Notes: I am watching spn again, bedtime stories gave me this idea and why not do this with my favorite Disney princess? Word count: 4.3k

“All right, maybe it is fairy tales,” Dean said, staring at the frog sitting in the grass. He still looked unconvinced. “Totally messed-up fairy tales,” he added, pointing at it with two fingers, “but I’ll tell you one thing. There’s no way I’m kissing a damn frog.” You couldn't help smiling.

“The stories follow a script, right?” you said, glancing toward Sam. “You probably don't have to kiss one unless something forces you to.”

“That’s usually how fairy tales work.” Sam nodded toward a house across the street. “Check that out.” He looked toward one of the houses across the street, a lone pumpkin sat on the front porch steps.

“Yeah, it's close to Halloween,” Dean said with a shrug, like that explained everything. Maybe, but still, it felt a little early.

“You remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach? The mice that become horses?” at this point, you were pretty sure he was talking mostly to you. Dean looked like he'd rather wrestle the frog than discuss fairy tales.

“Dude, could you be more gay?” Dean scoffed.

“Dean.” You nudged his arm with yours. “Leave him alone.”

Dean looked at you. “You're taking his side?”

“I'm taking the side of the guy who actually read a book once in his life.” Sam smirked. Dean shot you an affronted look.

“Wow.”

“I'm just saying.”

“You wound me.” You laughed as the three of you headed toward the house.

Sam unlocked the front door. Inside, the place felt abandoned. Too quiet.

You split up, checking the downstairs rooms while Dean and Sam moved further into the house.

The living room was empty.

Dining room too.

Then you heard something, a metallic rattling sound. You immediately headed toward it.

Someone sat on the floor beside the cabinets, handcuffed to one of the drawer handles. You crouched beside her.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” Sam and Dean appeared a second later. “We're here to help.”

The girl looked relieved once she realized nobody was going to hurt her, the words started spilling out all at once.

Her stepmother had beaten her, locked her in the kitchen, handcuffed her to the drawers, and forced her to clean while the rest of the family went out.

Definitely Cinderella.

While Sam worked on the handcuffs, movement caught your attention.

A little girl appeared on the other side of the hallway, half of her body was visible. She didn't seem to have anything to do with it, but it made sense when you remembered one of the victims mentioned a little girl before.

“Dean,” you called. He was already moving, you watched them disappear through the hallway. Meanwhile, you called 911 while Sam freed the girl and made sure she was okay.

When the police arrived and the victim was being looked after by paramedics, the three of you regrouped outside.

Dean tossed something into the air and caught it. A shiny red apple.

“The kid left this.”

You exchanged a look with Sam. “Snow White,” he nodded.

“So what? We look for a…”

“A girl in a deep sleep,” you completed.

“Of course,” Dean said. You couldn't help smiling at his tone. May not be the easiest task but at least you knew what you were looking for.

“We should start with hospitals,” Sam said and the three of you headed back toward the Impala.

You had barely made it halfway across the street when a wave of dizziness hit without warning. The ground seemed to shift beneath your feet for a second, forcing you to slow down.

Dean noticed immediately.

“You okay?”

You blinked hard. “Yeah. Just... tired,” you admitted quietly. “Head hurts.” Dean’s brows pulled together.

“You should’ve said something.”

“It literally just started.” He still didn't look convinced, not even a little persuaded by your explanation. You reached the Impala and leaned against the door. “Would you mind dropping me at the motel first?”

He exchanged a look with Sam. “We're heading to the hospital anyway.”

“I think I just need sleep.” He hesitated. You could see him weighing the options in his head, so you reached out and touched his hand. “Dean,” you said softly. “Really. I'm okay.”

The second your fingers brushed his, his hand turned instinctively, fitting against yours perfectly like it had done a hundred times before.

“Okay,” he finally said.

You knew that tone. It wasn't agreement. It was Dean deciding to worry about it later.

His hand lingered around yours for a second longer before he finally let go.

“…Call me if anything feels weird.”

Sam snorts from the door.

“A little late for that warning, don't you think?” Dean shot him a look but didn't argue.

You squeezed his hand once. “I'll be here when you get back.”

Dean leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Better be.”

Then he and Sam were gone.

The motel felt strangely empty after that.

You tried distracting yourself for a while. Flipped through channels. Sat on the edge of the bed. Eventually, you stretched out on top of the covers, hoping sleep might take care of the headache.

It didn't.

The headache hadn't gotten any better. If anything, the longer you lay there, the worse it felt. Not painful enough to alarm you, just enough to keep you from relaxing.

You closed your eyes, hoping a few minutes of rest would help, when a faint sound drifted through the silence.

Your eyes snapped toward the door.

Nothing.

Just the television and the hum of the motel's air conditioner. You almost convinced yourself you'd imagined it when the sound came again.

It wasn't loud enough to make out. Not a voice, not exactly. Still, something about it settled deep in your chest, tugging at you with quiet persistence.

Without really deciding to, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood.

The movement felt natural, automatic. One moment you were in bed, the next you were reaching for the door.

The cold night air greeted you outside, but it did little to clear your thoughts. Across the road, beyond a chain-link fence and a row of storage units, stood an old warehouse you'd barely noticed earlier that day.

Now it was impossible to look anywhere else.

You crossed the empty lot without hesitation. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a warning whispered that this was a bad idea. That you should turn around. Call Dean. Go back to the motel.

Instead, you kept walking.

The warehouse door stood slightly open, swaying gently in the wind. You pushed it wider and stepped inside. Moonlight spilled through broken windows, illuminating dust-covered machinery and forgotten crates. At first, nothing seemed unusual.

Then you saw it.

A spinning wheel sat alone in the center of the room.

Your stomach dropped.

Every instinct screamed at you to leave. To run. To do anything except take another step forward, but you did.

“No...” you whispered.

The word sounded weak, swallowed by the darkness around you.

That was the worst part. You could still think. Still understand exactly what was happening. Somewhere between leaving the motel and walking through that door, you'd lost control of everything except your own awareness.

The spinning wheel waited silently beneath the moonlight.

Waiting for you.

Your hand lifted despite every effort to stop it. Your arm trembled as you fought against the movement, and for a brief second, you thought you might actually win.

Then your fingertip brushed the spindle.

A sharp sting shot through your hand and the room vanished.

Darkness swallowed everything.

Dean knew something was wrong before Sam even finished parking the Impala.

The hospital had given them answers, just not the ones they needed. They knew who was behind the attacks now. They knew why people were ending up trapped inside twisted fairy tales. What they didn't know was how to stop it.

None of that mattered the second your call went to voicemail.

“She’s not answering.” Dean was already trying again as he crossed the motel parking lot.

Straight to voicemail. His jaw tightened.

“She said she'd stay here. She's probably asleep.” Sam didn't answer right away. By the time he stepped out of the car, Dean was already inside the room.

The television was still playing quietly in the corner. The blankets were tangled on the bed like you'd only gotten up a few minutes ago.

But you were gone. You wouldn't just leave. Not after the conversation they'd had before he left.

“The door was open, Sam.” His eyes swept across the room, searching for anything out of place. Your bag was still there. So was your jacket.

Enough to tell him you'd walked out in a hurry. Or hadn't had much choice.

Dean was moving out of the room before the thought had even finished forming.

Outside, his gaze traveled across the empty lot until it landed on the warehouse across the road.

The same warehouse they'd driven past earlier.

The same warehouse sitting there now like it had been waiting all along.

“Sam.” That was all he said. Sam followed his gaze and immediately understood.

They ran.

The metal door slammed against the wall when Dean shoved it open. For a second, everything seemed frozen.

Dust hung in the air, illuminated by moonlight spilling through the broken windows.

The spinning wheel standing in the center of the room, and you, lying motionless beside it.

Dean crossed the distance in seconds and dropped to his knees beside you. “Hey. Hey, come on.”

Nothing.

His hands shook as he reached for your pulse. The relief nearly knocked the breath out of him when he found it.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Wake up.”

Behind him, Sam had gone completely silent. Dean looked over his shoulder, his brother was staring at the spinning wheel.

"What?" Sam swallowed but didn't answer. A knot immediately formed in Dean's stomach. “Sam?”

“Sleeping Beauty.” Dean frowned.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“In the original Grimm story, the princess pricks her finger on a spindle and falls asleep.” Dean glanced at you. Then looked back at Sam.

“How do we wake her?” Sam hesitated. Which was answer enough. “Sam.”

“We can’t. She’s sleeping for a hundred years.” The words seemed to echo through the warehouse. Dean just stared at him.

“A hundred years?”

“Dean, listen—”

“No.”

“Dean—”

“No.” His voice cracked. “Fix it.”

“We don't even know if—”

“FIX IT, SAM.” Silence settled between them. After a moment, Sam nodded.

"We need to get back to the hospital."Dean didn't answer. He simply slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back before lifting you carefully into his arms.

Like letting go wasn't an option.

Hours had passed.

Sam had gone to talk to the doctor after putting together a theory, leaving Dean alone with you.

The hospital room had grown darker as the afternoon slipped into evening. Nurses came and went, the muted television murmured from the corner, and at some point Dean had stopped paying attention to any of it.

You hadn’t moved once.

And Dean hated it.

Sitting beside your bed, he rubbed a hand over his face and glanced at you again, as if maybe this time something would be different.

It never was.

The worst part was how normal you looked.

No pain. No fear. No sign that anything was wrong.

Just asleep.

Dean's fingers tightened around yours.

“Y'know,” he muttered after a while, staring at the floor, “I'm starting to think fairy tales suck.”

The joke landed exactly as well as expected.

Silence.

A humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before fading again. His gaze drifted back to you. “I should've stayed.” Guilt sat ugly in his chest. “I’m supposed to protect you.”

Then Dean exhaled slowly and leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. Another against your hair. And finally, a lingering kiss against your lips.

Not magical. Just Dean.

When he pulled back, something shifted. A tiny movement. So small he almost thought he'd imagined it.

Dean froze.

“Sweetheart?” Your brows furrowed slightly before your eyes slowly opened.

Dean laughed out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to breaking. You blinked up at him slowly.

“...Dean?”

“Yeah.” He immediately leaned closer. “Yeah, sweetheart. I'm here.”

“What happened?” Dean let out a short laugh.

“You know what? Better if you don’t ask.” Before you could ask anything else, the door opened. Sam walked in carrying a folder under one arm. He took one look at you sitting awake in bed and stopped cold.

“Sammy,” Dean said proudly, pointing at you. “Awake.”

“I can see that.” He smiled.

You looked between them. “Now can you tell me what happened?” Sam pulled a chair closer.

“The doctor finally let his daughter go.” Your confusion must have shown immediately because he continued. “The girl who's been in a coma all these years? She was the one causing all of this. The fairy tales, the curses... everything.”

You slowly remembered pieces of the case.

“The doctor?” Sam nodded.

“He couldn't let her go. Not after everything that happened. But once he finally did...” He gestured toward you. “The curse ended.”

“That's rough,” you murmured.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed softly.

The silence lasted all of three seconds before Dean ruined it.

“So, Sleeping Beauty, huh?” He teased, you groaned immediately.

“Shut up. I would've preferred the Disney version.”

“The Disney version?” Dean asked.

“Way more romantic.” You explained.

“More romantic? I literally kissed you and you woke up.”

“You did?” He looked at you offended. You were unconscious back then, so you really had no clue.

“I did.”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, fighting a smile, “that's not actually why she woke up.” Dean pointed at him without even looking.

“Nobody asked.”

“In the story, the curse ends because enough time passes.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Okay, and the hundred years are up?”

“Dean—”

“Looks like all that fairy tale knowledge finally failed you, Sammy.” Sam sighed. You laughed, and for the first time since he'd found you lying beside that spinning wheel, Dean felt the knot in his chest begin to loosen.

Without thinking, he reached for your hand again.

This time when your fingers curled around his, he didn't let go.

The next few days were... weird.

Not bad.

Just different.

Dean didn't let you out of his sight. At all.

At first, you thought he was being subtle about it. Then you woke up one morning to find him already awake, sitting in the chair across from the bed with a lore book open in his lap. He was supposedly reading, but his eyes kept drifting over the top of the pages.

"...Dean." He didn't even blink.

"What?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not."

"You literally are." Dean shrugged.

"Could be dead asleep for a hundred years right now. Think I earned staring privileges." You just stared at him.

From the other bed, Sam snorted loudly into his coffee.

"Oh my God." Dean tossed a balled-up napkin at him without looking.

"Shut up."

But it kept happening.

Dean hovering. Constantly.

A hand at your back whenever you walked somewhere. Asking if you were tired. Checking if you felt dizzy. Reaching out to touch your arm for no reason at all, like he needed proof you were actually there.

A few days later, you were sitting at Bobby's kitchen table with a book in your hands when Dean came through the door carrying groceries.

The second he spotted you, something in his shoulders relaxed.

It was subtle. Most people probably wouldn't have noticed, but you did.

Dean caught you watching him and immediately frowned.

"...What?"

Your expression softened. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Checking if I'm alive." Dean scoffed.

"That's exactly how I’d say it."

From the couch, Sam spoke without even looking up from his book. "But it’s true."

Dean pointed at him.

"Nobody asked you." Sam grinned.

"You almost went full Disney prince in that hospital, man." Dean looked genuinely horrified.

"Do not call me that."

"You said it yourself. You kissed her and she woke up." A laugh slipped out before you could stop it. Dean's head immediately turned toward you and there it was again.

That tiny shift in his expression.

Like hearing you laugh settled something inside him.

Sam noticed it too. Which meant Dean was completely doomed.

The teasing faded after that, leaving a comfortable silence behind. Dean set the groceries on the counter while Bobby disappeared somewhere deeper into the house, muttering about beer.

Then Dean spoke again.

"You scared me." The words came out quieter than expected.

You looked up.

Dean wasn't joking this time.

"I mean it." His gaze dropped briefly to the floor before returning to you. "When Sam said you'd be asleep forever..."

The sentence died there. You knew Dean well enough to hear the rest anyway.

The fear.

The helplessness.

The thought of losing someone and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

Dean looked away for a second, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. "I hated that."

Something in your chest ached.

Dean usually hid behind jokes when things got too real. If he was saying this out loud, it meant he'd been carrying it around ever since.

You stood from the table and crossed the kitchen. Dean's eyes followed you automatically. They always did.

When you stopped in front of him, your hands slid into the front of his jacket, lightly gripping the fabric.

"You know," you said softly, "hovering isn't actually preventing supernatural attacks." Dean hummed. "Counterpoint: maybe it is." That earned a smile.

Then, more quietly, you added, "I'm okay."

Dean looked at you for a long moment. Like he was trying very hard to believe it.

Finally, his hand lifted and brushed gently along your cheek before settling at the back of your neck.

"I know." But even as he said it, he tugged you a little closer. Instinctively. And you let him.

Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead.

From the couch, Sam immediately made a disgusted noise. "Okay. That's enough."

Without taking his eyes off you, Dean flipped him off. You laughed against Dean's shoulder.

For a moment, Dean closed his eyes. Just a second, long enough to feel the warmth of you standing there.

The steady rise and fall of your breathing. The simple fact that you were alive.

Still here.

And for now, that was enough.

Dean had been unbearably clingy all day.

Not that you minded.

At some point, while Bobby and Sam were out getting supplies, Dean had somehow ended up stretched across the couch with you trapped between him and the cushions, one arm around your waist while he half-watched some old western on TV.

His fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair. Every few minutes, he pressed a kiss somewhere random, your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, like he physically couldn't help himself.

You finally laughed softly after the fourth forehead kiss in ten minutes.

"What?" Dean looked down at you innocently.

"What what?"

"You're being weirdly affectionate today." Dean scoffed.

"Weirdly? Rude."

You smiled, shaking your head. "Sorry, sorry."

Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously before leaning down to steal another kiss anyway. You laughed against his lips this time.

"You know," you said once he finally pulled back a little, "Sam was right."

Dean groaned instantly. "Those are words nobody should ever say."

You ignored him completely.

"You kind of are my Prince Charming."

"Sweetheart, I'm way hotter than Prince Charming." You rolled your eyes. Dean looked entirely too pleased with himself. "You seen me? C'mon."

You laughed, fingers idly playing with the collar of his flannel.

"Well... Prince Phillip was really handsome."

Dean froze.

"...Excuse me?" You nodded seriously.

"He was always my crush when I was little." Dean stared at you in disbelief.

"Cartoon prince?"

"He had the sword, Dean."

"I have guns."

"That's true."

"And a car."

"Also true."

"And better hair." You pretended to think about it. Dean immediately grabbed your jaw, turning your face toward him. "Wrong answer. Try again."

By now, you were grinning. "Okay, okay. Maybe you're hotter."

"Maybe?"

"Don't push it." Dean squinted at you before lightly biting your cheek in retaliation.

"Dean!"

"That's what you get." You were still laughing when he kissed you again, slower this time. His hand slid up your side, settling comfortably at your waist while his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your sweater.

When he pulled back, you were still smiling at him.

Dean tried very hard to look unaffected.

"...You liked that." He immediately looked away.

"Liked what?"

"The Prince Charming thing."

"I did not."

"You did."

"Nope." You watched him for another second, amused. Dean suddenly seemed very interested in whatever was happening on the television, which told you everything.

Your expression softened. "You know," you murmured quietly, "I don't actually care about the prince part."

That got his attention.

You reached up, brushing your fingers lightly along his jaw.

"If I got to choose..." Your thumb traced softly over the little crease near his mouth. "I'd still pick you." His breath caught.

Tiny.

Barely noticeable.

But you saw it anyway. God, you always saw right through him.

"Yeah?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah." A small smile tugged at your lips. "Even over Prince Phillip."

"Good choice." His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. "I really like having you here."

The honesty in his voice almost hurt.

Instead of answering, you leaned forward and pressed three quick kisses against his lips. Dean smiled helplessly into the last one.

"See?" you whispered against his mouth. "Definitely my prince." He rolled his eyes, but the faint blush creeping into his ears ruined the effect.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

The TV droned quietly in the background while Dean's arm stayed wrapped around your waist, his thumb tracing lazy patterns against your side. Neither of you were really paying attention to the movie anymore.

"You went somewhere."

You blinked. "Hm?"

Dean tilted his head slightly, studying your face.

"That look." His thumb brushed lightly against your hip. You looked down at the fabric of his flannel between your fingers.

"...I just wish this could stay like this." The words were quiet, but Dean felt them anyway. Because he knew exactly what you meant.

Not the couch.

Not the teasing.

Not the kisses.

Him.

His hand stilled for a moment before he forced himself to keep moving, thumb brushing gently against your side again.

"Hey..." You shook your head quickly.

"No, it's okay." But your voice already sounded thinner. "I just..." You exhaled shakily. "I hate that every good moment turns into me remembering..." You couldn't finish it.

You didn't need to.

Dean's chest tightened painfully.

Less than a year.

He hated that you had to carry that around now. Hated that every happy moment came with a countdown neither of you could ignore.

His hand slid up slowly, fingers curling gently beneath your chin until you looked at him. Your eyes were already glossy.

Dean swore it wrecked him every single time.

"Don't do this to yourself." You laughed softly, but it broke in the middle.

"How do I not?" Dean didn't have an answer. Because honestly, he didn't know either.

So instead, he brushed his thumb beneath your eye, careful and gentle, like touching something fragile. "I'm here right now," he said quietly.

You nodded. "I know."

But the sadness remained. Dean could still see it.

So he leaned down and kissed you softly. Not trying to distract you. Not trying to fix it. Just reminding you he was here.

You kissed him back immediately, almost desperately, your fingers tightening in his shirt as you pulled him closer.

Dean paused for a second when he realized what you were doing. Trying to stop thinking. Trying to drown it all out before it settled in your chest again. His heart ached at that, but he didn't call attention to it or make you explain.

He simply slid a hand into your hair and kissed you back slowly, carefully, giving you something else to hold onto for a little while.

When you finally pulled apart, you kept your forehead resting against his, eyes closed and breathing uneven.

"C'mere." Dean pressed one last kiss near the corner of your mouth before pulling you fully into his lap.

You went willingly, arms wrapping around his neck. He held you there for a moment, content just to have you close.

"You know what I think?" You hummed quietly. "I think we should go get dinner before Sammy eats everything." A tiny smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. Dean noticed immediately and looked absurdly pleased about it.

"There she is." You shook your head.

"You always do that."

"Do what?"

"Change the subject when things get sad." Dean thought about it for a second.

"...Yeah."

You finally opened your eyes and looked at him properly again.

For once, there wasn't a joke ready on his tongue.

"I can't fix this one, sweetheart." The words were quiet. Honest. "I can't." You swallowed hard. Dean's hand settled against your cheek. "But I can get you pancakes at midnight." A laugh escaped before you could stop it. Dean smiled immediately. "And pie," he added. "Very important."

You leaned forward and kissed him again, softer this time.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips. Dean's expression softened instantly.

"Love you too." Then, because he physically couldn't leave a serious moment alone for too long. "Now c'mon, princess. Your prince is starving."

You groaned. "You ruined it."

Dean grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple as he stood and pulled you up with him.

"Yeah," he said, lacing his fingers through yours. "But you're still smiling."

And annoyingly enough, he was right.

[mrskennedy-07]

"How to calm my lady"|| Claire Redfield x Fem!Reader ||

Summary : Claire is angry with you but you know how to calm your lady.

Word Count : 1,106

Warning : Smut, oral sex, wlw, cunnilingus, mommy kink? Reader is referred to as mama and Claire is referred to as mommy.

Also on ao3

Wifey❤ :

“C'mon take a break now. It's way too late to be working baby..”

Claire massaged you as you look away from your monitor to read the text. Oh yeah it indeed is. 3 am falls in the ‘very late for work' category. According to Claire at least.

You :

“Just a few more files to report then I’ll give you all my time.”

You text back and focus back on finishing your task. You look at your phone to see three dots appearing and vanishing. You get a text from Claire again.

Wifey❤ :

“You have been gone for 4 days babe. You don't have to report right after you come. C'mon.”

You read the text and sigh.

You :

“But you also know that if I don't report immediately BSAA will annoy us till death.”

You sent as Claire texts backs a eye roll emoji. You chuckled. As much as you want to go straight to her and hold her for as long as you want. Your work requires you to be persistent.

“Hey” you hear Chris as he enters.

“Hi.” You reply to your captain or friend or brother-in-law.

“Claire called me.” He looks at you who's typing. “She was really worried when you were gone so I don't know.” He sat down on the small couch you bought.

“I know, Chris. “ he sighs knowing there's nothing he could do to help. He knows how much BSAA pressures you on working late.

“Okay then. Go home fast, yeah? Your wife's been nagging me and I swear I see your future for a moment.” you look at Chris. “It’s black don't worry ‘cause I tell ya what, she's gonna kill you.” you chuckle.

“Okay man. Don't worry, I know how to calm my lady.” you wink at him. He makes a grossed out face.

“You better.” and he leaves. You sigh and finish your report.

“Baby?” You call out as you enter your home. You hear faint sounds of TV but she doesn't answer.

“Mommy's angry” you hear her say. You freeze. Oh how much you love when she plays this game. You remove your shoes and hang your coat at the rack. You move to your living room to see Claire sitting there. A crimson red nightgown. Your favorite.

“How can mama make it up to her?” You kneel in front of her and look at her.

“Mommy's been waiting soooo long for mama to come. She was so ready for mama to take care of her. She hid all the panties so that mama can't find them and make mommy wear ‘em. But look, all the affords go to waste because mama couldn't make time for her.” She pouts and tilts her head making her look way too cute compared to all the things she just spilled. You almost drool at the thought of her not wearing a pantie.

“Mommy will make mama make it up to her yeah? Let mama take a shower and then mama will give mommy all the time and love and attention she deserves. If not more.” You say looking at her so lovingly. She smiles. It's easy when she's moody and on ovulation ... .although you can't blame it on anymore because of how much she needs you all the time. You don't complain because you love giving her what she wants.

You quickly take a warm shower and get out. You look around and see Claire laying at the table. She looked like a dessert that looked so delicious. People don't even wanna eat the meal and go straight to dessert. Her grown was short so you get a peak of what you're gonna eat later.

“Mommy” you reach her and put your hand on her exposed thigh.

Claire chuckles and looks at you with a mischievous smile. “Mama's gotta eat dinner first.” She says while pressing her thighs together trapping your hand there and points at the kitchen.

“Dinner can wait, Darling.” You say and kiss her on the lips. Your hands go to her boobs and knead them, making her gasp. You move away from her lips and go down on her. You suck on her neck’s sensitive spot as she starts to whine louder.

“Uhmm baby.” She whines. You move a little more and remove her lacy bra and look at the perky nipples waiting for you to suck on ‘em. You take one in your mouth and moan when you feel her hands on your hair pulling you closer to her. After sucking on them for a good minute you kiss your way down and kneel in front of her. You pull her towards your face and look at her with half-lidded eyes.

“Eager huh?” She pushes up on her elbows to watch you. “You better do a good job mama. ‘Cause mommy's very very upset by your behavior earlier- oh fuck-” you didn't let her finish as you pull her panties to the side and lick a long strap before sucking on her clit.

She moans as you speed up with your movements. You back away a bit to hear her whine. Before she could say anything you bring your fingers up and wet them before putting two fingers inside her holes. Her warm walls welcome you as she gasps. You again started sucking on her clit as you pump your fingers in her hole.

“Umh baby just like that fuckk.” She cries out when she feels you hit her sweet spot.

“Yeah right there mommy?” You ask against her clit, making her whimper.

“Oh keep going. Making mommy cum mama.” She looked dreamy while biting her lips and looking at you like you're her everything. Which you are. You resume and keep hitting the spot till you hear her moan louder and her walls squeezing your finger.

“Oh baby fuck-” she chokes as she cums. “O-oh baby stop.” She whines when you keep going.

“I'm just cleaning you up mommy.” You say and lick every arousal and cum of hers. You feel her pull your hair and part apart from her pussy and go up and kiss her.

“Eat something beautiful. We have a long night waiting ahead of us.” She says as she winks at you and smiles.

“Yes ma'am” you say and move away from her. She hops of the table and goes to your and hers bedroom as you make your way up to the kitchen to eat.

ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's sʜᴏʀᴛ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ! ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏs! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ! ʙʏᴇᴇᴇᴇ💋💋☕🎀💝

[666chevy]

Hope everyone's having a great summer!! 🌞🔥

[mrskennedy-07]

Mommy Jill, Mommy Claire and Mommy Ada.....Goddamn artists keep cooking🔥

[mrskennedy-07]

Do you guys know what I do when I'm stressed?

I write.....

[mrskennedy-07]

The day's here

.....today's the start of exams and I'm losing my shit. Hope the exams goes well tho

[mrskennedy-07]

For the soft ask game!

Clouds, nightlight and cream

I hope you're having a lovely day!! <33

Heyyy!🎀

The prompt used in this ask is this one : Soft Asks

19. Clouds - Describe one of your favorite dreams?

→ I once had a dream that I had a house of my own. Not far from city but also very peaceful. I had a cat named anie but I called her psychotic bitch (i would totally name a pet like this lmao). I had everything I needed there. It was peaceful having a chaotic cat, me typing in a laptop (writing) while having my coffee on a table near me. It was so good😭 and then there was a call and it was Jill calling. I picked it up and she was telling me how I didn't answer her calls and she was getting worried. She also was in her car on her way to my house. I told her I was sleeping and she didn't need to worry so much. After a while she arrives and I open the door. She looks at me and hugs me. She looked old and so happy to see me. Gosh....

Then the fucking dream ended😭

I need a life like that (I know there will be no Jill don't remind me that okay?)

27. Nightlight - Do you read before bed?

→ Yep! I always read because you know helps me relax and all.

34. Cream - Frozen yogurt Flavor?

→ The Strawberry and the Kiwi flavors! I love 'em✨

Thanks for the ask!! Love ya! I wish I could say that I'm having a lovely day but it's just I'm feeling way too numb today. I hope you're having a great time tho🎀

[petaltexturedskies]

I hope July is kind to you.

And I hope that this July, you are kind to yourself.

[mrskennedy-07]

I have fucking exams the whole month......

[mrskennedy-07]

Sorry but I just got on tiktok and saw Mens defending Women's rights while a Women is against it....i don't think July is gonne be kind to me anymore

[mrskennedy-07]

Just wanna make this post because I'm so fucking scared like for real it's not even funny.

What is happening? Why are women trying to discard their own fucking rights? What is happening on this goddamn earth? I hop on tiktok and my fyp is full of people talking about it. These fucking stupid ass women are such assholes they think women are weak and shit and fuck I'm so mad my hands are shaking. I wish I could do voice record and post on Tumblr because fuck it's so insane. My body feels so numb....there are men out there defending a women's right while a women is against them.

There are some that are destroying others who use religion as an excuse just to degrade women....

There are people that are defending thier rights....

There are also some people who are against it....

I thought Dean's debate was fucking awesome but realizing women like those exist makes it so scary...

I'm sorry I just gotta vent...