***GIF IS NOT MINE***


Rating: Mature.! Possible ***TW***


Summary: During an intimate moment in the Impala, a seemingly small touch triggers your past trauma, causing you to panic and cry. Dean immediately stops, prioritizing your comfort over everything else, and fiercely reassures you that your well-being will always come first.


Warnings: Explicit sexual content (interrupted), depictions of a panic attack/PTSD flashback, references to past emotional abuse, emotional vulnerability, and intense hurt/comfort.

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :) 

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A/N: My take on how Dean would react if you had past trauma and it bled through in an intimate moment.

There is no direct or explicit details of trauma in this just the reaction that can happen from past trauma.

Please please please do not read this if there is a chance it could trigger you!! Take care of yourselves first and always! Much love! :)

Morning light slipped softly through the curtains, painting warm gold lines across the bedroom. The room was quiet except for the slow rhythm of breathing and the faint rustle of sheets.

Elizabeth stirred first.

For a moment she simply watched you.

Five years of marriage, and she still had the same soft look in her eyes whenever she woke up beside you. Your hair was a little messy against the pillow, one arm tucked under your cheek, breathing slow and peaceful.

Elizabeth smiled to herself.

“Seven years together, Five years happily married to you.” she whispered under her breath.

She shifted closer, careful not to wake you yet, and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face. Her fingers lingered against your cheek before she leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead.

Then another.

And another along your temple.

You stirred slightly.

“Mmm…” you murmured sleepily, still half in dreams.

Elizabeth grinned.

“Good morning, beautiful” she whispered.

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking up at her. It took a second before your sleepy brain focused on the familiar face hovering above you.

“Baby?” you mumbled.

Her smile grew softer.

“Hi.”

Your lips curved lazily. “You’re staring again.”

“I like staring at my wife,” she teased.

You squinted at the brightness behind her. “What time is it?”

“Early,” she said, brushing her nose lightly against yours. “But I woke up before you… and I realized something.”

You raised a sleepy eyebrow. “What?”

Elizabeth leaned closer, her voice warm and playful.

“It’s our wedding anniversary.”

Your eyes widened a little, the sleep fading. “Mhmm… it is.”

“Five years,” she said proudly.

You smiled. “Five years of putting up with you.”

She gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? I’m the one putting up with you.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup her cheek.

Elizabeth melted into the touch immediately.

Her thumb brushed over your knuckles before she leaned down again, her voice lowering.

“I was thinking…” she murmured, lips barely an inch from yours, “that I should properly say happy anniversary.”

You smirked. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She leaned in.

Just as her lips were about to meet yours—

BANG.

The bedroom door burst open.

“MOMMY! MAMA!”

Elizabeth froze.

You both turned your heads toward the doorway.

Standing there in mismatched pajamas and wild bed hair was your three-year-old daughter, Amelia Olsen-Y/L/N, clutching a stuffed bunny.

She beamed like she’d just discovered treasure.

“Mama! Mommy!”

Before either of you could react, she ran across the room at full toddler speed.

Elizabeth blinked.

“…No.”

Amelia climbed straight onto the bed, crawling over the blankets like a tiny determined explorer until she plopped right between you and wrapped her arms around you.

“I cuddle with you mama!”

You laughed, pulling her close. “Good morning, baby.”

Elizabeth stared in stunned disbelief.

Her mouth hung slightly open.

“Did… did we just get photobombed by our own child?” she said.

Amelia buried her face into your shoulder happily.

Elizabeth pointed accusingly at the tiny girl. “You— tiny chaos.”

Amelia popped her head up.

“Hi Mommy!”

Elizabeth groaned dramatically and flopped back onto the pillow.

“I was about to kiss my wife.”

Amelia gasped like this was shocking information.

“No!”

You laughed harder.

Elizabeth sat up again, crossing her arms.

“Amelia.”

“Yes Mommy?”

“You interrupted a very important anniversary moment.”

Amelia blinked.

Then she leaned across you and planted a loud kiss on your cheek.

“Mwah! Here mama! I kiss”

Elizabeth stared.

“You just stole my kiss.”

Amelia giggled.

You looked between them, amused. “I think we’re outnumbered.”

Elizabeth squinted at your daughter.

“You planned this.”

Amelia shook her head innocently.

“Nooooo.”

You smirked. “She’s definitely your kid.”

Elizabeth sighed dramatically before scooping Amelia into her arms.

The little girl squealed with laughter.

“You are the worst little cockblock in history,” Elizabeth muttered.

Amelia frowned. “Cock… block?”

You burst out laughing.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Nope. Nope. Forget I said that.”

Amelia looked between both of you.

“Mommy funny.”

Elizabeth groaned again but couldn’t stop smiling.

She leaned forward and kissed your cheek quickly.

“Happy anniversary,” she whispered.

Amelia immediately copied her.

“Happy anni-birthday!”

You pulled both of them into your arms.

“Best anniversary ever,” you said.

Elizabeth looked at Amelia… then at you… then sighed dramatically.

“Fine,” she said. “But tonight?”

She pointed between you and her.

“You’re mine.”

Amelia immediately raised her hand.

“I come too!”

Elizabeth fell back onto the pillow again in defeat.

“Oh my god.”

You laughed as Amelia cuddled happily between you both, completely unaware she had just ruined — and somehow made — the most perfect anniversary morning.

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Amelia snuggled deeper into the blankets between you and Elizabeth Olsen, letting out a content little sigh like she had just completed the most important mission of her morning.

One of her tiny hands rested against your cheek.

And she did not move it.

Her small fingers gently patted your face, almost absentmindedly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Every few seconds she would lean up and press another little kiss somewhere on your face—your cheek, your nose, even your chin.

“Mwah… mwah…”

You chuckled softly, letting your eyes close for a moment as she continued her affectionate assault.

Elizabeth, however, was staring.

Hard.

She propped herself up on one elbow, eyes narrowing slightly as she watched the scene unfold.

Because the kid between you two?

Was basically a tiny, chaotic combination of both of you.

Amelia had Elizabeth’s bright green eyes — wide, expressive, and currently full of smug toddler happiness.

But her hair was your light brown shade, soft and messy from sleep, sticking up in random directions.

Elizabeth tilted her head slowly.

“…Wow.”

You peeked at her. “What?”

She pointed at Amelia.

“She’s literally a tiny version of us.”

Amelia looked up proudly. “I baby.”

“Yes,” Elizabeth said dryly. “You are very baby.”

Amelia ignored the sarcasm and turned back to you, gently cupping your cheek again.

“Mama soft,” she mumbled happily, rubbing your cheek with her thumb.

Then she kissed you again.

Elizabeth’s eye twitched.

You noticed immediately.

“Lizzie,” you said with a quiet laugh, “are you… jealous of a three-year-old?”

“I am not jealous,” Elizabeth said quickly.

Right as Amelia kissed you again.

“Mwah.”

Elizabeth stared harder.

Amelia gently stroked your cheek again, her tiny fingers brushing your skin like she was petting something precious.

Elizabeth sat up more.

“…Okay maybe I’m a little jealous.”

You laughed.

“Liz—”

“Excuse me,” she said, pointing dramatically at Amelia. “I was literally about to have a romantic anniversary moment with your mama before you barged in like the Kool-Aid Man.”

Amelia slowly turned her head.

Her big green eyes locked onto Elizabeth.

And then—

She rolled her eyes.

Actually rolled them.

Elizabeth gasped stunned.

“Did she just—”

Amelia looked back at you and hugged you tighter.

Elizabeth pointed again, completely scandalized.

“She rolled her eyes at me.”

You were trying very hard not to laugh.

Amelia leaned closer to you again, whispering loudly like toddlers do.

“Mama mine.”

Elizabeth sat up straighter.

“What no, absolutely not.”

Amelia kissed your cheek again.

Elizabeth looked offended.

“Hey! I helped make you, you know!”

Amelia blinked.

Elizabeth crossed her arms dramatically.

“Yeah. I was there. I helped your mama get pregnant.”

You covered your face, already laughing.

“Oh my god Lizzie—”

But Amelia looked completely unimpressed.

She turned her whole body toward Elizabeth now, still holding your cheek with one hand.

“Mommy jealous.”

Elizabeth choked.

“I am not jealous!”

Amelia nodded like she had solved a very obvious problem.

“Yes.”

She leaned over and kissed your cheek again.

Mama love me more.”

Elizabeth’s jaw dropped.

“Excuse me??”

Amelia shrugged.

“You over… re… act.”

The toddler struggled with the word but delivered it with full confidence.

You burst out laughing.

Elizabeth looked at you in pure betrayal.

“Did our three-year-old just tell me I’m overreacting?”

You wiped tears from your eyes. “Yes. Yes she did.”

Amelia leaned her head against your shoulder again, completely comfortable, still gently holding your cheek like she had claimed ownership of it.

Elizabeth stared at both of you.

Then she squinted.

“…You two planned this.”

Amelia grinned.

“No.”

Elizabeth leaned closer, poking Amelia’s side lightly.

“You little traitor. I carried you in my arms for hours as a baby.”

Amelia giggled.

Then she looked at Elizabeth very seriously.

“You love mama too.”

Elizabeth blinked.

“Well… yeah.”

Amelia nodded wisely.

“So share.”

You laughed so hard you had to bury your face in the pillow.

Elizabeth groaned and collapsed dramatically back onto the bed.

“I cannot believe I’m being emotionally outmaneuvered by someone who still needs help putting on socks.”

Amelia patted your cheek again proudly.

“Mama mine.”

Elizabeth sighed deeply.

“…Tonight I’m stealing my wife back.”

Amelia gasped dramatically.

“No.”

Elizabeth pointed

“Yes.”

You pulled them both into a hug before the argument could escalate further.

“Okay,” you said between laughs, “I officially have two jealous Olsens fighting over me.”

Elizabeth muttered into the pillow.

“Worst anniversary ambush ever.”

Amelia giggled.

“Best cuddles ever.”

And honestly?

You couldn’t disagree.

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The cozy moment in bed continued for a few more minutes—Amelia still pressed against you, her tiny hand glued to your cheek like it had been permanently assigned that job.

Every time you tried to move, she gently pushed your face back toward her.

“No move,” she mumbled sleepily.

You laughed quietly. “Okay, okay.”

Across the bed, Elizabeth was still lying there, dramatically defeated, staring at the ceiling.

“My own daughter stole my wife,” she muttered.

Amelia heard that.

She turned her head slowly toward Elizabeth again.

“Mommy share.”

Elizabeth pointed at her.

“You are three. You should not be this sassy.”

Before Amelia could reply, your phone suddenly buzzed loudly on the nightstand.

Elizabeth reached over and grabbed it.

She squinted at the screen… then immediately smirked.

“Oh this is perfect.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

She turned the screen toward you.

Incoming video call from

Scarlett Johansson

You laughed. “Oh no.”

Elizabeth accepted the call and held the phone up.

Scarlett’s face appeared on the screen instantly, bright and cheerful.

“Happy anniversary!” she said dramatically.

Then another face popped into view beside her.

Chris Evans leaned into the camera.

“Five years!” he added. “That’s impressive. Lizzie hasn’t scared you off yet.”

Elizabeth gasped. “Uh..Rude.”

You waved. “Hi guys.”

Scarlett smiled warmly. “We just wanted to call and say happy anniversary before Lizzie inevitably kidnaps you for the day.”

Chris nodded seriously. “Yeah we figured she’d be insufferably romantic today.”

Elizabeth scoffed.

“I was trying to be romantic.”

She turned the phone toward the bed.

“But someone ruined it.”

Amelia immediately noticed the screen.

Her eyes widened.

“UNCLE CHRIS!”

She launched herself toward the phone like a tiny missile.

“Whoa!” Chris laughed. “Hii my princess!”

Amelia grabbed the phone with both hands.

“I MISSED YOU!”

Chris clutched his chest dramatically. “I missed you too!”

Scarlett leaned closer to the camera.

“Well hello, Amelia.”

“HI AUNTIE SCARLETT!” Amelia squealed.

Elizabeth tried to reclaim the phone.

“Hey— give that back—”

But Amelia held it away from her mother with surprising determination.

Chris laughed. “Wow she’s strong.”

Amelia pointed the camera at herself proudly.

“I cuddle mama.”

Scarlett smiled. “Oh really?”

Amelia nodded seriously.

“Mama mine.”

Elizabeth threw her hands in the air.

“SEE?!”

Chris burst out laughing.

“Lizzie’s losing her wife to a toddler.”

Elizabeth groaned. “She rolled her eyes at me earlier.”

Scarlett blinked. “Wait… she what?”

Amelia turned the phone slightly so Scarlett could see her better.

“Mommy overreacting.”

Chris nearly fell out of frame laughing.

“She’s roasting you!”

Elizabeth looked betrayed.

Amelia nodded confidently.

Then she leaned closer to the phone and whispered loudly like it was a huge secret.

“Mommy jealous.”

Scarlett burst out laughing.

Chris wiped his eyes.

“Oh my god this is the best call ever.”

Elizabeth buried her face in the pillow.

“I hate all of you.”

Amelia continued proudly.

“Mama mine.”

Scarlett tilted her head.

“Lizzie, I think she claimed ownership.”

Chris nodded.

“Legally binding toddler law.”

Elizabeth sat up suddenly and pointed at Amelia.

“I helped make you!”

Amelia blinked at her again.

Then she looked back at the phone.

“She overreacting.”

Chris clapped loudly.

“That’s my favorite Olsen.”

Scarlett laughed.

“Same.”

Elizabeth looked at you helplessly.

“Your child is bullying me.”

You wrapped an arm around Amelia and kissed the top of her head.

“Our child,” you corrected.

Amelia nodded proudly.

Then she looked back at Chris on the phone and screamed happily again.

“UNCLE CHRIS COME VISIT!”

Chris pointed at the camera.

“I will! But only if you promise to stop stealing your mama.”

Amelia thought about it very seriously.

Then she shook her head.

“No.”

Scarlett laughed again.

“Well… she’s honest.”

Elizabeth collapsed back onto the bed.

“I’m never winning this fight, am I?”

You kissed her cheek.

“Not today.”

Amelia immediately added—

“Mama mine today.”

Chris howled with laughter.

Scarlett shook her head.

“Happy anniversary, you two.”

And Elizabeth just groaned while Amelia proudly held your cheek again like she had officially claimed victory.

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“𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝”

a/n: bachira so would

(art credits go to yuzu_blue58)

you're pressed against the couch, isagi hovering over you, his breath warm against your lips. the weight of his body, the way his hands grip your waist – it sends a thrill down your spine. his kisses are desperate, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever, and honestly? same. 

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, earning a quiet groan from him that makes heat coil in your stomach. his lips leave yours just to trail down your jaw, then your neck, and you swear, if he keeps going like this – 

BANG! 

the door swings open, slamming against the wall. 

"ISAGI! ARE YOU HO – oh." 

you freeze. isagi freezes. 

bachira, standing in the doorway, stares at you both with wide eyes before his lips stretch into a downright evil grin. 

"no way, was i about to witness a live-action romance scene?" he gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. "i should’ve brought popcorn!" 

isagi practically throws himself off you, sitting up so fast he nearly knocks his head on the couch. "bachira, what the hell, man?!" 

"me?!" bachira snickers.. "you were about to defile our couch!" 

"it’s my couch!" isagi argues, face darker than a red card. 

"uh-huh, but i live here too, remember? roommates have rights!" bachira crosses his arms, looking way too entertained. "for example, the right not to walk in on my best friend about to get freaky on the furniture!" 

you groan, covering your face while isagi looks like he’s about to combust. 

bachira grins. "don’t let me stop you guys! i can turn around and hum a tune if that helps –" 

"GET OUT!" isagi grabs a pillow and launches it at bachira’s face. 

bachira, laughing like a maniac, dodges easily. "i know you wanna be ~ in my B.E.D. ~" he sing-songs before dashing out the door, making sure to leave it wide open behind him. 

you sigh, sitting up. "... so much for the mood." 

isagi groans, flopping back onto the couch. "i hate him so much." 

"no, you don’t." 

"right now, i do." 

you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "we’ll just have to make sure the door is locked next time." 

isagi sighs, pulling you back into his arms. "yeah. next time, no interruptions."