#Like maybe my dad's girlfriend could come pick me up but I'd have to ask her first and that's too last minute

[hellohoihey]

Yeah ok i don't trust these buses enough and I am Not getting stranded an hour a qay from home thank you very much

[sunny44]

All these years (Part 3)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: slap, fights and maybe more things

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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My parents had already left for dinner at the Leclerc house and I was already showered and getting ready to order a pizza when the doorbell rang.

"I can't believe he really came." I said to myself and opened the door and saw Arthur standing there. “You really came here to get me. Seriously?”

"Of course I came, why didn't you came?"

"I don't want to see your brother, I didn't even want to come to the wedding so I wouldn't see your brother." He put his hand on his chest, feigning fake indignation. "I'm sorry but it's true and at the wedding I can still get away from him but there in your house with half a dozen people I can't."

"Y/n, he didn't even come, there was a problem with the plumbing in his apartment and the plumber couldn't fix it until today, so get dressed and let's go because my mother said I wouldn't have a wedding tomorrow if I didn't take you."

"Okay, let me just put some clothes on and fix my face." He agrees and I go to the bedroom.

I put on a simple black dress and sneakers, did a quick make-up just so I wouldn't look so bad and picked up my things.

I went downstairs and left my house accompanied by Arthur. As soon as we entered the house I could hear the laughter of my parents and his parents.

"Look who I brought!" he said, pulling me along.

"My God, you look beautiful." She says and hugs me. "How you've changed."

"Thank you, Mrs. Leclerc."

"It's just Pescale, darling." She smiles and runs her hand through my hair. "I missed you, it's been a while since you came to visit us, how is Milan?"

"I've missed you too and everything's fine, I've been promoted to head of the urban architecture sector."

"That's wonderful, I know how much you wanted that job."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why do you think?"

"That's great my love, I'm happy for you." My dad hugs me.

He always has a way of finding out about situations.

"Sorry I'm late, the plumber managed to get there early." he says as he walks in and stops as soon as he sees me there.

At that moment everything around me seemed to disappear except for him, it was the first time we'd seen each other in years, after all the best and worst moments of my life we were here.

Facing each other again.

"Hi darling, how are you?" My mom goes over to him and hugs him, and he takes his eyes off me.

"Hi Mrs. Y/l/n, I'm fine, how are you?”

"We're fine too." She smiles.

It had been years since I'd seen my mother smile like that, which made me roll my eyes.

"I thought you weren't coming." Lorenzo says, coming over.

"Actually, the problem was much smaller than it seemed and I managed to get the plumber to come early so everything was sorted. Where's Carla?”

"She's with her parents."

"Hi Y/n.”

"Charles."

"Greet him right Y/n."

"Don't push it, Mom."

"Well, shall we have dinner?" his mother says, changing the subject.

…

The only words we exchanged today were that greeting, then we distracted ourselves with other people on different subjects but always keeping a distance from each other.

"I think I'm going now," I said as I got up.

"Why don't you stay a little longer?" His mom asked.

"I really have to go; I haven't slept since I arrived early this morning, and I'm dead tired. I drove from Milan to here."

"Alright then, especially since tomorrow is the big day."

"We're leaving at 8 in the morning to go to the resort, okay?" Lorenzo said before I left.

"Well, in that case, I think it's best for all of us to go to sleep," Arthur got up from the couch.

"I'm going to stay around; I'm too tired to drive."

"Charles, your old room has your brother's things in it, so you can't sleep there."

"He can stay at our place." My mom said.

"Love, I..." my father tried to say it's a bad idea, but she obviously didn't care.

"Let's go, Charles, there's a spare room and no one will bother you there."

"That's great."

"Did you say something, Y/n?"

"I said 'that's great' in a very ironic way in case you didn't understand that as well."

I grabbed my phone and left there; I couldn't take my mother's jabs anymore or even look at him.

I took off my clothes and put on some pajamas, leaving the room to go to the bathroom and as I was about to open the door, Charles was coming out of it.

"Are you still going to use it?"

"Can you be less rude?"

"Are you going to use it or not?"

"No," he said and I went in.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and after going to the bathroom, I returned to the room, only to be faced with that jerk sitting on my bed.

"Excuse me, can you please leave?"

"We need to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave because I want to sleep."

"Please, love."

"Don't call me that. In fact, don't call me anything; forget that I exist."

"It's kind of hard to forget you." He looked me up and down with a malicious look, and I slapped him in the face. "What's your problem?"

"You're my problem, and you're a jerk, too." He laughed. "Look, we haven't seen each other in years, so pretend we never even met and leave me alone."

"I just want to apologize."

"And I don't want to hear it. Nothing you have to say changes what you told me years ago."

"I never meant to say those things."

"But you did, and the fact that you said them means that you considered them to be true, even if only for a moment." He fell silent. "You moved on with your life, and I moved on with mine. I don't want to go back to the past."

"I never wanted this to happen between us. You were the love of my life and I ruined everything out of selfishness. You would never have asked me to choose, and I had no right to do the same to you. I should have supported you as a decent boyfriend would, and all I did was say those horrible things to you." He spoke, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I remembered. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry, Charles, but your apologies doesn’t change anything. Your apologies don't change the fact that I feel disgust when I look at you. The anguish I feel in my chest when I see you is still the same, and that won't change."

"I understand, but I owed you an apology even if you don't accept it," I agreed. "Goodnight, Y/n."

He left and I locked the door. Those words were haunting my mind, and I swear if I weren't so tired, I would have stayed up all night thinking about it.

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: i'd like a little chaggie angst in my life.

me: nothing major. no blood or screaming or anything like that.

me: maybe something that could slot into canon without much trouble? something quiet. something sad. a small gut punch, is what im after

my brain: On in boss! Give me a sec.

my brain: .....

my brain: Okay how about this- Charlie was so hyped and determined to have Vaggie come with for the heaven trip not just bc they're partners, but also because- Charlie was gonna propose.

me: .... why would she propose? and in heaven? aside from it just being a nicer less gory place in general, i mean

my brain: Well Charlie was super excited about the trip, right? She thought there was a good chance they'd win their case, confirm Angel Dust's path to redemption, show their hotel could work, and prove the exterminations aren't needed and should stop. That's HUGE! That's her and Vaggie's current life goal getting checked off- and if they can stick together through making a hotel for redeeming sinners work, then marriage is kinda just yelling that for everyone to hear.

me: wouldn't charlie be freaked out by marriage tho. her parents are separated, and her family fell apart for while afterwards. she's only just started picking up the pieces with vaggie

my brain: EXACTLY!!! Vaggie got her talking with her dad, talking with him got him kinda onboard with the save sinners plan- the plan Charlie is trying to make her mom proud with! So her mom and dad aren't together, but they're least on the same page now! As far as Charlie knows anyway. Meaning them being married had REASONS behind it, reasons that haven't gone away even after they separated- so it's not like them being married to each other was for nothing or a mistake. It was good! It can still end good! And having Vaggie in her life is what helped all of that happen in the first place. Soooooo....

me: marry that girl?

my brain: Charlie was expecting her and Vaggie to get a great win up in heaven, together, as partners. What better time and place to say how much she wants to keep doing that with her?

me: hmm

my brain: Plus if Angel Dust got the green light for an eventual move to heaven, having the wedding before then would be kinda important if they wanted to be SURE he could be there for it. And Charlie would DEFINITELY want Angel there for it.

me: true, true.... so, what are we picturing here tho? how does all this... become a thing i can feel sad over?

my brain: Well first, imagine Charlie planning it. Being exited for it.

me: oh she'd be so very excited

my brain: Imagine her the entire time they're headed to and are up in heaven, checking her pocket whenever no one's looking, triple checking on the ring, grinning to herself- physically straining under the urge to just blurt everything out to Vaggie like she usually does BUT wanting SO MUCH for this to be a special surprise for Vaggie!

my brain: She goes on the heaven tour while Vaggie stays behind, and Charlie's a little relieved to get a break from the constant urge to get down on one knee whenever she looks over at her girlfriend- she spends the whole tour of heaven gushing about Vaggie, barely taking in the sights- maybe even lets slip, to her HORROR, what she's planning to ask (a beaming Emily SWEARS not to say a word)

Getting back to their room Charlie has to spend ten minutes pacing outside, muttering to herself and checking the ring and REMINDING herself NOT to just pull it out the moment she walks in and sees Vaggie again after a whole two hours apart- She goes in, buzzing with pent up marriage proposal energy, not sure she WON'T just say it all right then and there, and...

Vaggie's curled up on the bed, asleep, luggage open next to her and one of Charlie's spare shirts tucked around her like a blanket, a small stressed frown on her face as she naps.

Charlie melts. She takes a slow deep breath, lets out a long happy sigh, and tip toes quietly over. She does get down on one knee- to be on a level with Vaggie so she can smile at her and stroke her hair and smooch that pinchy frowny face, chuckling softly about how Vaggie never stops worrying about things, even in her sleep. At least Vaggie IS sleeping now. She hadn't gotten much of it, leading up to the trip here.

The ring is pulled out of Charlie's coat and slipped into pants pocket instead so Charlie can safely drape the coat itself over Vaggie, who's curled up as if Heaven's perfect temperature feels a bit chilly- and Charlie moves the luggage to make room on the the bed so she can snuggle in behind Vaggie, arms wrapped around her, maybe not able to resist playing with her girlfriend's left hand a little before dozing off herself.

Imagine Vaggie had been working up the courage to tell Charlie the truth when Charlie came back.... but she wakes up already safe in Charlie's hug, and it's- it'd be one thing to face Charlie across the room and see her turn away- it'd be another to FEEL her let go. Or to be the one who breaks the hold, maybe for the last time

So Vaggie doesn't tell Charlie.

And the trial goes, the way it goes, and Charlie- never tells Vaggie what she wanted to say either.

Instead of asking a question, Charlie gets answer, and they both find themselves on their knees in heaven- but for all the wrong reasons.

Then its bad. Charlie's up in their room alone with Razzle and Dazzle- and the RING- and she keeps trying to put it away or even chuck it out the window... but it always ends up tucked in her fist. Slipped safely back in her pocket.

In Cannibal Town, at Rosie's, when asked if she loves Vaggie, Charlie stumbles over her answer- not because she doesn't love her or doubt it, but.

She almost blurts out, at the worst moment- yes she loves Vaggie. She was even going to ask her to....

Everything all flies out the window back at the hotel gates.

They've got a fighting chance against heaven, hungry cannibals to arm with angelic steel, friends who chose to stay and FIGHT for their home and each other instead of running for cover- it's not what Charlie wanted but she'll damn well take it and she means to KEEP IT- there's no time to think about what the actual battle will be like or what (or if anything) comes after.

Charlie doesn't remember the ring again until days after the After.

At night in bed, after a long day doing more minor endless finishing touches to the new hotel (with Vaggie) and an evening writing out thank yous to everyone who helped hoping none of the overlords suddenly think of an extra cost to that help, rewording until her hand ached (and Vaggie took it gently and tugged her away with a "we'll finish them tomorrow, sweetie")

Charlie wakes up at night, in bed with Vaggie, and lays there staring up at the dark ceiling, frozen in panic- until she not frozen anymore but slipping out of bed and into carpeted middle of the room, hooves muffled as she paces, picking up KeeKee on the way and petting her frantically as she tries to THINK-

The ring, the fucking RING.

She doesn't know where the ring went.

Where she put it- still in her pocket when she was changing into her dress for the battle? Which pocket- pants or coat? Where had she put those- no one had bothered much with stuff like laundry when there were fortifications to be made! Not with Vaggie running daily drills on how to fight exorcists, not with Charlie scrambling to learn how to fight after a life of not ever wanting or needing to, but heaven had done those things to Vaggie, had hurt her, and wanted to do worse to their friends and Charlie would be DAMNED if-

had Charlie's one random set of clothes survived the blasts from the battle? Had they been sitting in the rubble somewhere? The ring- the ring should have made it- it'd been made to LAST after all-

Had someone else found it? She would've heard if anyone from the hotel had picked up a fancy ring though- a random cannibal or sinner maybe?

Or...

... maybe it was just lost. Just, gone.

Fallen in some crevasse or crack into some deeper part of hell, if it hadn't been melted and shattered with all the holy and unholy power being thrown around.

She knows exactly what that would look like, after all those times spent checking the ring, staring at it and trying to picture Vaggie wearing it without squeeing too loud. It would've looked good on her- but that daydream is gone too, and Charlie just sees the ruins of it.

Black obsidian band broken, gold edging melted, inner inscription burned away. The paired musical notes articulated with fermata like little rising suns above them (the pause, to be held as long as they wanted it to be) bracketed and bracketing the blood red, small, heart-shaped diamond....

All of it now probably just one dulled chip of rock lying somewhere no one will ever see.

Charlie, standing in the middle of her and Vaggie's new bedroom, staring at Vaggie asleep in their bed- her exhausted girlfriend planted face-fist into a pillow, silver gray angel wings flopped awkwardly over the covers and spreading out so long and slack (relaxed) they droop over mattress on either side, flight feathers brushing the floor.

The scars are still there too. Also silvery pale in the dim glow of hell outside the windows.

But when Charlie finally releases KeeKee and slips over to adjust Vaggie's pillow (she'd get a cricked neck otherwise) she has to stop and kneel down on the floor for a bit (down on one knee again too) and stare.

Vaggie's smiling in her sleep. Her eyepatch is off for the night, thin slit of black nothing peeking out under the lashes of that eye, and Charlie can see the fresh scars on her left arm from fighting off Lute.

Charlie, picking up Vaggie's left hand playing with it again, like she had up in heaven. Pressing a small kiss to the stab wound in it's palm.

It would've been nice to put on ring on that hand instead.

But Charlie finds herself smiling anyway, softly, as she squeezes into the thin strip of space between Vaggie and the edge of her side of the bed. She snuggles in close, Charlie's cheek on Vaggie's scarred hand and her arms wrapping tight around her own small piece of something way better than heaven.

Vaggie's wing stirring and drawing in, folding over Charlie like an extra blanket and a dreamy hug, not even having to be awake to want her closer.

"Next time," Charlie whispering as she falls asleep looking at her partner- her partner in every way that matters. "'m gonna wait for you to ask... 's your turn to worry about stupid rings, and, stuff...."

On the carpet in the middle of the room, KeeKee licks a paw. Stops. Coughs. Spits something out- something that chimes metallically as it bounces and rolls off the edge of the carpet an onto the floor-

KeeKee sniffs the thing curiously. Bats at it with one paw, pushing it under a dresser drawer. Then, bored, licks said paw and saunters off.

Vaggie's startled wings will fling herself backwards so hard and fast into the bedroom wall she'll end up giving herself a concussion, later, when she finds the ring.

it's her turn to worry about it, after all

XD

[shadowdaddies]

I love your writing so so so much!! If you’re taking requests, can I please request a modern Cassian x reader where they were dating but broke up for whatever reason? Maybe something where they’re still very much in love but it’s obvious to literally everyone except for them so there’s just a heap of built up sexual tension and teasing/flirting and everyone’s like guys come on!

Hey lovey, thank you so much! This came out more fluffy than I'd anticipated but I can't help it, I'm a romantic. This is my first modern au so I hope I do it justice. Thanks for the request💜

It's Never Over

Cassian x Reader Fluff

Warnings: drinking, they play truth or strip but there's nothing saucy happening

Your breakup with Cassian was the worst of your life. It was more painful than any other, because he didn’t hurt you. There was no solace in the fact that you were better off without him, because you weren’t. The two of you were tired of disagreements and different goals for your lives, so you decided that you would be better off as friends. 

You’d broken up two years ago now, but Cass remained one of your best friends. He was your shoulder to cry on, the one person who could always make you laugh. But you’d made your decision, you were just friends. 

~~~

It was Cassian’s birthday, and you and Feyre were unloading the decorations and supplies from your car to prepare your apartment for the surprise party you’d planned for him. “Remind me again why Cassian’s girlfriend isn’t the one planning this party?” Feyre questioned you. Knowing where she was going with this, you sighed. “We’re good friends, Fey. They haven’t been dating long, so I wouldn’t expect her to plan a party for him. I texted her to invite her but I didn’t get a response so I’m guessing she has something of her own planned.” Feyre just gave you a noncommittal hum as she unbagged the decorations and set to work. 

You were prepping the food in the kitchen when the door opened. You didn’t need to turn around to see who it was, because you heard Az’s frustrated groan as he made his way into the living room to Feyre. He called at you, “what were you thinking letting Feyre decorate? For an artist, your decorating skills are shit, Fey.” Feyre lightly hit him in the arm, laughing as she sipped her drink and watched Azriel “fix” the decorations she’d put up.

Feyre’s husband Rhys arrived soon with the cake, and other friends filed in. You got Cassian’s message on your phone letting you know he was arriving at your apartment to pick you up for what he thought was just a small birthday dinner. Everyone took their places in hiding, and when Cassian strolled through your front door, everyone yelled out “SURPRISE!” 

Your friend Mor arrived late, running up to you and Cassian, yelling “mom and dad!” (as you two had come to be known among your friends) as she grouped you both into a hug before heading for the drinks table. The party got increasingly rowdy throughout the evening, and hours later you were sitting around the living room with Feyre, Mor, Rhys, Az, and Cassian playing truth or strip. Mor gave Cassian a sly look as she asked him what special plans he had to celebrate with his girlfriend. He turned bright red, fumbling for an answer and in that moment, your heart beat so hard you thought it would explode. You were happy for Cassian, he was your friend and deserved a great birthday, so why were you sweating at the thought of his girlfriend? Feyre piped in just then, “I must have missed her coming by tonight. I didn’t see her.” Cassian took a deep breath, “she broke up with me yesterday.” Mor, nosey as ever, pushed Cass further asking why. You moved to pinch her as a silent warning, but Cassian glanced where you sat beside him and you froze. “Cass, did I do something?” you asked nervously. No matter what your past was with him or how you felt thinking about him with her, you would never want to hurt him by coming between them. 

Cassian glanced back towards the group before grabbing your hand to lead you outside. You didn’t miss Az’s smirk and wink at you as you followed Cass. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. She broke up with me because she can tell I still have feelings for you. I didn’t even realize it until she gave me an ultimatum: she wanted me to cut you out of my life, or she would end things with me. And I didn’t hesitate to break up with her. I would never choose another woman over you. You’re my best friend, and the reason I am excited to get out of bed in the mornings. I couldn’t be with her, I don’t think I could be with anyone as long as you’re in my life.”

Your head swam as you processed Cassian’s confession. Deep down, you knew you felt the same, but it was scary. “We broke up for a reason, Cass. We want different things, remember?”

Cassian brought his hands up to cup your face and whispered, “you are all I want. We can work together through any hardships. All I know is I want you by my side, through the hardships, through the lazy mornings, through the celebrations, I want it all.” 

Your eyes welled up with tears of joy as you leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was quickly interrupted by cheering noises, which you both turned to see your friends all watching you from the couch, Mor chanting “mom and dad” as they all toasted to you both, celebrating your enduring love for each other.

[munsonsprincess11111]

Oh the joys

Eddie munson x hopper!reader

Summary: you and Eddie have been dating a while. Does your dad approve. Not exactly. But you and Eddie decided to have a date night. You go to Eddie's trailer and Wayne's there with his lady friend. So for there privacy (and eddies sanity) you decide to go back to your place...

"I'm begging you shut up about it." You say to eddie as you walk up the three steps in front of your house. He hasn't stopped talking about how disturbed he is about knowing his uncle is with someone.

"OK, OK, tonight is about us common open the door." HE says kissing your cheek. You unlock the door and you notice two pairs of shoes. Your dads and some random lady shoes.

Definitely not you or els. You shrug it off thinking maybe el got new shoes and walk into the living room. You stop dead in your tracks. Clothes thrown everywhere, and on the couch you get a glimpse of your topless dad. "Fucking he'll dad!" You shout. He immediately jumps and tries to cover himself. Your already spun around head hiding in Eddie's chest.

You feel Eddie's face in your shoulder and he's... laughing.

"I didn't think you was coming home!" Hopper yelled blanket now over the random woman and one covering his area.

"We had a change of heart" Eddie laughed. You slapped his chest still using it as your shield from your dad. "There covered babe." Eddie says. You take a step bavk from Eddie smd turn to your dad.

"The living room really." You say crossing your arms. The poor women looks so embarrassed. "It's my house. I'll do what I want." HE says. "You two were meant to be gone."

Eddie answers this time "Yeah well Wayne had his lady friend over so I thought I'd be kind and give the privacy and your daughter said we could come here." Eddie raises a brow smirking crossing his arms.

It's a stare down for a minute before Eddie speaks. "Kinda funny how everyone seems to be having sex tonight except the two people who went onna date to gwt to that bit." Eddie laughed. You hit his shoulder and he laughed more hopper shaking his head.

"Who even is she?" You ask.

"Her name is liz and I expect you to respect her."

"Even though the first time you met her your dad was doing her-" Eddie says cockily getting cut off by your dad lobbing a pillow at him from the couch hitting him in the face.

"Munson you help yourself in no way what so ever your meant to make a good impression on your girlfriends dad you know." Hopper says trying to steer the conversation another way.

"First, we met on bad terms 4 years ago, hen had to remeet 2 years ago when you found out I'm dating your gorgeous daughter, now you just like to torture me. Second don't try turn this around on me your the one caught with your pants down. Not me." Eddie laughs at the last bit as you glare at him.

"I'm so done I'm going to bed." You say walking past the couch yo your bedroom slamming the door before Eddie can walk in.

"OH common why are you mad at me?!" Eddie shouts from the other side of the door. You walk over to the door and reopen it taking Eddie's hand "Sorry" you mumble pulling him into your room reslamming your door.

"SO that's your daughter?" Liz asked hopper.

"Yup. I'm sure she will be better in the morning."

In your room you strip of your clothes. Eddie taking off his tee-shirt the jeans. As he turn around to your bed he sees you laying in your bed wearing the tee shirt he just took off. He crawls up the bed kissing up your body sweetly. Nipping your neck. Then kissing your lips.

"Eddie." You say whispering. He pulls back and nods. "Don't hate me." You say fiddling with his guitar pick necklace. "Could never." HE mumbles.

"I'm not in the mood anymore... I'm sorry..." You say letting out an unsteady breath.

"Babe. I would never be mad or hate you for that OK? Its fine. We can Cudde and go sleep mk?" HE asks kissing your neck. You nod. Eddie lays next to you pulling you into his side. You rest your head on his chest.

"I love you." You mumble in your sleep traumatised state.

"I love you more." HE says kissing your head.

-

The next morning you and Eddie wake up around 9 am. Do you bother getting out of bed? No. You lay together whispering about silly things and stealing occasionally kisses.

"We should so go see black sabbath live together one day. That'd be metal as fuck." Eddie whispers.

"We will put it in the bucket list." You answer kissing his nose causing his face to scrunch up. "Wanna go out for breakfast? Heard bennys doing this new pancake breakfast thing." You ask quietly.

"Yeah course what time does he stop breakfast?" Eddie asked stroking your hair.

"Breakfast, he stops around 12, but the pancakes he does all day until closing cause they can be a dessert or a meal too, and so can other things on the breakfast menu." You mumble playing with Eddie's necklace.

"Cool more cuddle time." Eddie says kissing you sweetly. You glance at the clock as it now reads 10:12 am. God you could lay in bed and ramble with Eddie forever. "After breakfast we can go to the lake. Weathers supposed to be nice. Bring your bathing suit n we'll go swimmin'" Eddie suggests. You nod kissing him.

Then there is the all dreaded knock on your bedroom door. "Yeah?" Eddie calls out. You frown at him and he shrugs. "Can you both come out here please?" You dad calls through the door. "Ofcourse." You answer. You stand up slipping on your pyjamas shorts. Eddie nit bothering to put anything over his boxers as his only option was jeans and there his blue pladded boxers that look like shorts.

You both walk into the kitchen where hopper and liz stand starring at the two of you like your the ones who was caught. "Yes?" You ask stopping at the table with Eddie stood behind you.

"Last night was completely inappropriate and wrong. So we would like to apologise for what you two saw." Hopper says seriously to you and half asleep Eddie.

"That it?" You ask folding your arms. Hopper glances at liz before he nods. "Kay" You say going to walk away. But your stopped by Eddie grabbing your arm. "I think we're gonna need more then that hop." Eddie said pulling you back to him.

"Like what." HE askes frowning at Eddie.

"Well let's flip the situation. You walk in on y/n on top of me in the same situation as you and your friend here. What would you do?" Eddie askes.

"I'd kick you out. Probably throw stuff snd ground y/n." HE says frowning at Eddie.

"SO y/n can kick liz out and throw stuff?" Eddie askes suggestively. Hopper frowns and tries to speak but Is cut off by you.

"I want the house to myself for an evening. No you. No el. No one." You say

"What no." Hopper answers bluntly.

"I deserve it I'm the traumatised one." You say leaning on Eddie's chest his arms instinctively going around you.

"Fine when?" HE askes frowning gritting his teeth.

"Tonight."

"Where the fuck am I meant to go?"

"Lizzes." You say. Everyone goes silent until hopper nods. You smirk and walk off to your bedroom dragging Eddie behind you.

"Where are you going?" Hop askes.

You stop "to get dress go have breakfast with Eddie then to Eddie strainer so he can pack a bag to sleepover tonight." You say then continuing walking.

"Wait I never said Eddie could stay." HE shouts.

"To bad." You say giving him the middle finger slamming your door. You turn around to Eddie smirking "what?" You ask half curious half pissy.

"Your so fucking hot." HE says stepping forward kissing you.

"I HEARD THAT!" Hopper shouts.

"You was meant to!" Eddie shouts back kissing you again.

[unreliablesnake]

Is it in your DNA? (Phillip Graves x ofc)

Summary: Graves wants to find out who is his bio-dad. But when he finds out, the man isn’t exactly welcoming.

Note: Based on this post by @gravesrafe. You’re a genius, I hope you don’t mind that I wrote this. / The OFC is called April. / Maybe this is a part one. Idk. / The mistakes you might find in this are completely unintentional, I swear.

Until now, Phillip had been staying in his house, always keeping an eye on what was happening in the outside world and at Shadow Company, and getting ready for the perfect moment to return. His girlfriend kept him entertained most of the time, but when she left for a few days to visit her father who had just broken a leg, he realized that his thoughts could get quite wild when he was on his own.

She was really close to her dad, he had seen this several times with his own eyes, and this made him think. He never knew his father. His mother never talked about him, always avoided the topic when he asked, so around the age of twelve he gave up trying.

But now as an adult maybe it was time to find out. Maybe he could use his wealth and connections to hire the best private investigator available to find his father. So once he made up his mind, he made a few calls and soon found who he was looking for thanks to a friend.

“Thank you for coming here on such short notice,” said Phillip as they sat down in the living room.

The man flashed a polite smile at him as he leaned forwards on the sofa. “It's only natural, Mr. Graves, I know how busy you are, and it must be important.”

Clearing his throat, Phillip leaned back in the armchair and stretched his fingers on the armrest. “Well, it's a personal issue.”

“Your girlfriend?”

He couldn't help but laugh. He trusted her more than anyone, he didn't have a reason to start an investigation about her. “It's my father. I never knew him, but I think it's time to find him with your help,” he said after a short break.

The man thought for a second. “Is your mother still alive?” he asked.

“If you want to know if I’ve ever tried to ask her, then the answer is yes, I have. Several times. But she’s stubborn and doesn’t want me to know for some reason.”

“I see.”

That was all he said. Phillip thought he would refuse to work for him, saying it either wasn't worth his time or energy, or was a case that wasn't the kind he would normally pick to work on. But the silence stretched even longer, causing him to shift in his seat from the anxiety that was beginning to take over his mind.

And he wasn't the type to be anxious. The last time he felt that way had been a bit over a year ago, when his girlfriend got into a car accident. It was pure luck that he wasn't away on a mission at the time, so the moment he got the call from the hospital, he told everyone to man up and handle things without him for a week or two.

He wished April was there with him now. Just taking her hand, feeling the soft skin and warmth would have made him feel a lot better. But she wasn't here now, and he had to handle this on his own. After what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat to prepare for the question that had been on his mind for a while.

“Have you even tried to find him on your own?” the man suddenly asked, surprising Phillip. “I know about your company, I'm sure you have the resources and connections to manage on your own.”

“I'd rather have someone else do it,” came the honest response.

The private investigator suddenly stood up and dusted off his dress shirt before straightening his tie. “All right. I'll get to work tomorrow and get back to you once I know something about him.”

“Thank you,” was all Phillip said as he shook his hand.

Two days after this conversation his girlfriend finally returned, and she was extremely interested in his sudden urge to find this father he had never known. As they were lying in bed with her head resting on his chest, she drew circles into his skin as she kept asking him questions about the man he hired.

“Do you think he will find your father?” she asked quietly.

Phillip gulped at the thought. It's not like he hadn't thought of the possibility of the private investigator failing to do this simple task. Because how hard could finding one man be? “I'm sure he will,” he replied eventually.

She rested her chin on his shoulder as she looked up at him. “You don't sound too sure,” she pointed out, to which he only responded with a groan. “Okay, okay, I'll let you off the hook.”

“Have you talked to your dad since you got home? Is he okay alone?” he asked before gently kissing the crown of her head.

A sigh left her lips, then she simply turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling. “You know how stubborn he can be. His neighbor offered to help, I offered to hire someone to help, but he keeps saying he can manage on his own,” April replied, her tone giving away that she was tired of her father’s nonsense.

He couldn’t blame her for feeling like this, after all he had gone through the same thing with his mother after she had a surgery. Sometimes he joked that they should be together, maybe this would benefit them, but he knew neither of them would be happy.

Days passed painfully slowly, each feeling longer than the last, making him believe the private investigator got to a dead end. But then his phone rang, and he saw his name on the screen. “I was beginning to think you found nothing,” he admitted after the suggestion to meet for dinner later that night.

Phillip didn’t want company, so he reserved a private room in a fancy restaurant he often took his girlfriend to. The man arrived on time, as if he had waited outside until the very last minute. “As I said on the phone, I have good news, Mr. Graves,” he began as they settled down. He took out a thin file that he set down between them. “I found your father, although I must warn you; he’s a very private man.”

“But you still found some things, right?”

“Yes. His name is Russell Adler,” he began as he opened the file and handed his client a photo from the top. “He works for the CIA. I had to pull a few strings to get this information, but I’m positive that this is the case.”

As he picked up the picture, Phillip took a good look at the man. He looked similar to him, even had a nasty scar on his face like he did. Well, his scar apparently wasn’t nasty, at least his girlfriend always said she loved it about his face. A smile crept on his face at the thought of her, but he quickly regained his composure and looked up at the other man.

“How in the hell did my mother meet someone like him?” he asked, already afraid that the answer would be a drunken night out.

“Your mother lived in the same building for a short time. I don’t exactly know the full story, but they had a fleeting relationship,” he explained. “From what I’ve heard, your mother never told him she was pregnant. He went on a mission, disappeared for months, then by the time he returned, your mother was already gone from that apartment building.”

The Shadow put down the photo and reached for the whole file instead. “So my mom didn’t want him to know, huh? I wonder why that is.”

“He’s… difficult. I talked to a few people he used to know, and they all said the same thing. He lived for his job. He’s known for being a true patriot, always putting the best interest of this country before his own.”

“Sounds just like you,” his girlfriend noted when he told her everything later that night. They were sitting on the couch with her head on his thighs, his hands buried into her hair as they talked. “Do you want to meet him?”

“I don’t know,” Phillip admitted. “He has no idea I exist. And if he was already working for the CIA when Mom got pregnant, then he could have easily found her after he returned from that mission. But he didn’t care enough to look for her.”

April reached for his hand that was resting on his stomach and raised it to her lips. “But what if he would be glad to find out he has a son? You’re successful, intelligent, and so stupidly handsome.” He couldn’t help but laugh at this. “You should give it a try.”

The smile that stayed on his lips grew wider when she sat up and turned around to kiss him. If his men knew how smitten he was with her at home, they would probably make jokes about him behind his back. But he didn’t care, not as long as they were together. She made him a better person, made him see things in a different light most of the time.

Even now she managed to convince him to meet that man. “But you’re coming with me,” he told her before kissing the tip of her nose.

And so a few days later they were sitting in a rental car outside the man’s house. Phillip was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, but he loosened up a little when she put a hand on his shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze.

“Listen, I know I said you should do this, but if you changed your mind–”

He shook his head immediately. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m ready.”

She didn’t find him convincing enough, but she nodded nonetheless. They got out of the car and walked up to the front door, which to their surprise opened before they could even knock. There was the man from the photos right in front of them, eyeing the pair with a suspicious look on his face.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Adler,” Phillip said with a nod.

“Do we know each other?”

He took a deep breath before pulling out an old photo of his mother from the inner pocket of his jacket. “Do you know her? Her name is Mary Graves,” he said, carefully examining the man’s facial expressions. There was a glint in his eyes, something that told him he recognized her. “So?”

Adler let out a sigh, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t be mistaken, I know who you are, Mr. Graves. The Shadow himself,” he began. “I assume that woman is your mother.”

“You never answered my question.”

“I used to know her, yes,” the older man said as he folded his arms over his chest. “Based on your possible age and the time I knew her, my best guess is that you believe I’m your father.”

“I hired someone to look into this issue, he was the one who found you. Look, I know it was my mother who left, and she never said anything bad about my father. She just… avoided the topic, especially after moving in with my stepfather,” Phillip explained as he put away the photo that was given back to him. “All I want is to get to know my bio-dad.”

As Adler took a better look at the man who claimed to be his son, Phillip absentmindedly reached out to take his girlfriend’s hand, fingers tightly laced with hers while they waited. “You’ll need a DNA test to prove this,” he finally spoke up.

Phillip couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “Of course. I was expecting this answer,” he said eventually. “I’ll arrange everything, you just have to be at home when they come for the sample if you agree.”

After a nod, the man turned to look at the woman on his alleged son’s side. “And who is she?” he asked.

“My girlfriend. She was the one who convinced me to come and talk to you.”

“I’m April,” she said with her usual kind smile as she extended a hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

For the first time since they arrived, Adler’s lips curled into a smile. “Likewise. But as pleasant as this conversation is, I’d rather not invite you in yet. Let’s wait for the result of that test,” he said, his expression gradually turning into a condescending one as he turned to the other man again.

Phillip nodded. “That’s understandable. They will give you a call to arrange an appointment. See you later if the test proves it’s true. If not, then this is the last time you see me.”

“Have a nice trip back home,” was all he said before closing the door.

The two of them got back in the car, and Phillip began to drive towards the airport without saying a word. His girlfriend tried to talk, first about neutral things, like what they should eat for dinner or how they could go and spend the following weekend in his lake house. But he didn’t seem interested in any of these topics so she gave up and stepped back to give him some time to figure out how to say what was on his mind.

And sure enough, about half an hour later he licked his lips and said, “I can’t believe that guy. He didn’t even want to get to know me. He didn’t even consider being my real father, he denied everything.”

“He didn’t deny anything, honey,” April began as she reached out to take his hand. “You wouldn’t invite some stranger into your home only because they claim to be your son. He just wants to see the result of the test first. Once you’re proven right, he’ll be more cooperative.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” she said with a laugh, earning a warm look and a kiss on the back of her hand in return. “He’ll come around. Don’t worry.”

[chaoticloving]

can you do a lil something about h and yn thinking about kids :)

baby talking

harry styles x reader (SOH)

summary: y/n and harry talk kids :)

a/n: finally wrote this! not really sure when this would take place, but its cute so whatever.

"Hey, love. How was your day?" Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen, wrapped up in a warm comfy blanket that Y/n gifted him for one of their anniversaries, waddling over to his lovely girlfriend to embrace her with a hug.

She hums as she hugs her bear of a boyfriend. After coming back inside from the cold chill of London, she was happy to be met with warmth.

"Good." She murmurs. "Apparently I'm pregnant with triplets though."

It takes Harry a second for his mind to wrap around with what she said. First he thinks, oh god i’m going to be a father, then the logical part of his brain picks up the sarcasm through her voice.

"Did the paps get to you?" Harry starts to worry right away. He has had his fair share of paparazzi run-ins, and he knows its twenty times worse for Y/n. Sometimes they just take photos, sometimes they ask invasive questions, and sometimes they cat-call. Harry hopes they weren't so invasive though, but judging from Y/n's actions, they probably were.

"Yeah." She admits. "Do you wanna know something else though?"

"Of course."

"They all have different dads." She scoffs at the absurdity, almost laughing from ridiculousness.

"How is that even possible." Harry gets into his protective mode. He knows what they are implying, and he has to calm himself down from going outside and screaming to the world him and Y/n are dating, happily, monogamously, and lovingly.

"That's not even the worse part."

"Oh no."

"You didn't make the baby daddy list." She removes herself from Harry's embrace. She looks up to see Harry's jaw-slack face.

"Not even one of them?"

"Oh stop acting like I'm really pregnant." She chides, kissing him softly. "And besides, if I were to ever have kids, I know you'll be the dad."

Harry makes eye contact with Y/n now, blinking quite a bit too. He bites his lip, hand subconsciously fiddling with edges of the blanket. "Oh what now, babe. Don't get mad at the paps, I'm fine now, I just needed one of your hugs."

"I'd be the dad?" He asks, his lip turning into a smile.

"I mean, I can imagine the rest of my life with you." Y/n admits. "Ugh, you've made me go soft--"

Harry interrupts her with a crushing hug, filled with love as per usual. He lifts her up too, and kissing her all over. He ends up bringing her over to the living room, tripping over himself and the blanket and landing them both on the couch.

"I'll take it you've though about kids before." Y/n smiles, pushing away Harry from her face.

"Just a bit." Harry sighs, looking up to Y/n like she was his world, and in all honesty, Harry would say she is. She is all he needs in his life, forget the fame and money, Y/n would keep him happy with every part of his life.

Y/n gives him that look.

"Okay, maybe more then a bit." He admits, a blush coating his cheeks. "I think I've always known I would like to be a dad, but... I guess it's easy for me to say. I've only baby sat Lux alone a handful of times and it's not like I would be carrying the thing. And don't get my wrong I'd be terrified to be a dad, I've heard all the things people say about how I could never be a good dad and I don't want to mess up with them."

Y/n strokes his head, running her fingers through the grown out hair. "If I'm honest I have concerns with being a parent too." She mumbles. "I don't want to put pressure on my kid or do the same mistakes of my parents. I know I turned out alright, but they're the only examples I have so what if I turn into them?"

They lie there together, looking at each other, comforting each other with just their presence.

"But, dressing up a little person is kinda cute." Harry admits. A smile breaking out on his face. "If we had a kid, I hope they look just like you." His hand lifts over her face, tracing her nose and lips. "They'd be so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, Harry." She smiles. "Imagine a little kid with your crazy hair and your dimples."

“I respectfully disagree.” He scoffs. “But with our genetics the kid would be unstoppable." Harry decides, smiling along with Y/n.

“Think they’d be a singer?” She asks. “Or maybe they go into acting.”

Harry thinks. “Maybe they’ll get all your smarts a be a the next Shakespeare.”

“That would be nice.” She agrees. “Our kid would run Hollywood.”

"Do we want kids?" Harry asks after a beat of silence.

Y/n sighs. There was a pregnant pause. "Maybe."

Harry swallows. "You don't have to say now, but, uh, do you have any other concerns?"

"It's just that, yes everything we said before, but also are life isn't our own." She starts. "Five minutes ago I was pissed and you were about to cry from the paps saying I'm pregnant from other men. I can't imagine the stuff our kid would see about us."

Harry can't help but agree. He knows it's the truth, he just didn't want to admit it. The problem isn't something he could work out by sharing his concerns in therapy because there is no solution.

"We also work. I can't ask you to take that time off and to be honest, I don't know if I would want to not work. I love my job, but I guess that just makes me sound like shit."

"You're not shit for wanting to work, love." Harry kisses her hand. "And I'm not just saying this, but, being a stay at home dad doesn't sound weird for me. I'd want it actually. I know this sounds like I'm trying to change your mind but I promise I'm not just saying that. Think I told Gemma I'd rather stay at home than work when I was like six."

They both chuckle at Harry's little memory, but its now when Harry sees the start of a watering eye. "Oh, please don't get upset, I don't mean try to convince you of anything. I'm sorry if I am coming off as pushy."

"You're not, don't worry. The world just shouldn't be deprived of you, love." Y/n comments, before clearing her throat. "I'm also just terrified of pregnancy. Like a growing kid inside of my body? Freaks me out, I know its a miracle but it's also scary."

"If I'm being honest it confuses me." Harry reveals, trying his best to comfort his favorite person. "Was never that good in biology. But I think I would be more terrified of what could happen to you while pregnant rather than you being pregnant."

"What does this mean?" Y/n asks, she sits up, not looking at Harry.

"It means we revisit the topic later, when we have achieved more with our life and have more life experience." Harry gives her a kiss on the lips, letting her lie on her shoulder. "And I love you no matter the result."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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[billthedrake]

GOALS (PART TWO)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

[AUSTIN]

It was a shitty week.

It all started bright and early Monday morning. I had to get back to the suburbs for work, and Scott had to get into the office. I don't know exactly what I expected but Scott was definitely quiet and moody as we quickly got ready. There was no kiss goodbye, no hug even. Just a "see you at the gym" comment from him.

Only I didn't see him at the gym, not Tuesday. He'd sent me a text saying work stuff had come up and he'd have to reschedule. In itself, that wasn't a big deal. Scott Delahunt had prioritized the gym over the last year and a half, but he also had a demanding, important job. This wasn't the first time he couldn't make it.

But instead of his normal apologetic tone at our next meeting, the man was reserved.

"Everything OK?" I asked as I put on some more weights on the bench. At least Scott was channeling whatever moodiness he had into the lifts... he was on fire that day, actually. I wasn't sure what kind of conversation I was expecting in the gym. But his standoffishness was driving me crazy.

"Yeah," he said, looking at me with slightly wounded eyes. I could tell he wasn't mad at me, but he was really upset about the sex. "Just been busy at work is all."

I'd have to leave it at that. "Well, you're looking really strong in here today."

"Thanks," he muttered. Then got back on the bench for another set. All business.

The kicker for the week was that my dad came to visit Friday. Not me specifically, but he and my stepmom Janet were in Nashville for a weekend on the town. So I went to meet them for dinner. Lots of small talk, lots of Dad's wisecracks about Nashville being "sin city," and the usual blustery questions about when I was gonna get a serious girlfriend.

I answered as well as I could, but Dad wouldn't let up. "For Chrissake Austin, you're 24."

My stepmom actually came to the rescue. "For goodness sake, Frank, leave the poor boy alone."

I'd held off on any other Friday plans, but Dad and Janet clearly wanted to hit the country bars on their own. As we left the restaurant, Dad stretched out his hand for a handshake. "Good to see you, son." I knew I wouldn't see him again until Christmas.

The whole ride home I was mad at him. Then I was mad at myself for letting him get to me. What did I expect? There's that saying about insanity and expecting different results.

I was mopey when I got home. I cracked open a beer, which I rarely do at home. I wondered why I didn't have the guts to tell Dad that I'm gay. I'd spent my college years very much in the closet and enjoying secret sex with my professor. I loved playing that role for him, the "straight" jock who'd nail his ass at least twice a week.

Now that I'd moved back to Brentwood, I decided I wouldn't necessarily hide the gay thing but I wouldn't advertise it either. I'm not sure what made me be forthcoming with Scott Delahunt. Maybe I felt I could trust him. Maybe unconsciously I wanted something to happen. I was glad it did, only there was a good chance I'd lost him as a client and more importantly as a friend. Fuck... business and pleasure definitely shouldn't mix.

I picked up my phone. It wasn't too late, and I knew I had to call. Jason was my best friend at UT, a teammate who I felt like I could share anything with. Except one thing...

"Austin!" came his response as he answered, seeing my name on the caller ID. "What's up, man?" We called each other all the time, but not usually at this hour.

"Hi man... listen... I know it's out of the blue to ring you up, but I had something I gotta tell ya."

"Everything OK, Aust'?"

"Yeah, I'm OK. I just... well, I wanted to let you know that I'm gay, Jason," I blurted out.

There was silence on the other end. Then: "For real?"

My heart pounded. Here was my best bud in the whole world and he still was even after college and me moving to Nashville and him to Atlanta. And I had no idea how he'd take it. He was a typical jock, I guess, and very much a pussy hunter. "For real. Sorry I didn't have the guts to tell you before."

"You know you're my brother, man," he said. "Right?"

I let out a sigh. "Yeah, bro. Thanks."

I could sense an awkward pause on the other end. "Listen, bro... I hate to cut the conversation short, but I'm actually on a date right now."

"Oh fuck!" I blurted. "Sorry, man." I'd been so absorbed in my own drama.

He chuckled. "It's all good," he said. "But we'll catch up this weekend, OK?"

"All right. Sorry again, Jase. Catch ya later.

That conversation was what I needed. I don't know… it cleared the air some. The next morning I decided I needed some relief for my morning wood. As I made my coffee, I fired up one of the apps to see what was on there.

I got a message. "Hi man. You really discreet?"

I typed back. "I always am."

I waited a sec then got another message. "Well, you're really hot."

"Thanks," I replied.

"I bet you get a lot of guys telling you that."

"My fair share," I admitted.

"OK if I share my pics?" His profile was pretty minimal, which itself wasn't a bad thing. Married or unavailable men didn't usually put much on their profiles, so you never knew if you were getting a troll or a stud.

"Yeah, sure," I said. I made it clear it was noncommittal.

He showed me his pictures. He wasn't Scott Delahunt hot, but I decided not to be picky. I was horny and in the mood to get off. The man seemed like a regular suburban guy in his late 40s.

"Looks good," I wrote.

"I don't bottom, but I'd love to suck your dick this morning," he wrote.

It was to the point. I often like to chat a good bit with guys, since it helps me suss out if they're on the level and figure out if there's sexual compatibility. Also for me sex is in large part a mental thing, and I love the build up before the act.

That said, I know it's not the etiquette to be too chatty on the apps, and this dude seemed to have a very limited time. He gave off that lying to a wife about making a Home Depot run kind of vibe. I told him to come over.

When he showed up I was a little thrown off guard that he didn't look exactly like his pictures. He had a goatee and was much grayer than his photo. That itself was actually a turn on, but he was also overweight... not fat, but girthy in his jeans and T-shirt.

"Dang, dude, you're hot," he said as he stepped in. At least his voice was deep and masculine. Then seeing my reaction, he prompted. "Is this gonna work man?"

I could tell he was excited for this, and I relented. "As long as you know how to suck dick," I blustered as I pulled down my shorts and gripped my dick to prime the pump. I hadn't fully lost my erection and was still feeling worked up.

I watched his big body scramble down and get down to service me. This wasn't Married Guy's first cock. He explored me with his tongue for just enough to work me up, then he took me into his mouth. It was a skilled, no-nonsense blow job. Two minutes tops. If that. I looked down and watched that silver-haired head bob up and down. I conjured up a fantasy about my high school math teacher. Then it happened. I came. It felt great.

Married Guy suckled me and gave a final soft kiss to the head as he pulled off. "Guess you needed that, huh, buddy?" he chuckled. I could tell he was proud he'd gotten me off so quickly.

"Pretty much," I said as I reached down to pull up my shorts.

He stood up and rearranged the boner in his jeans. "Well hit me up again if you need that bad boy taken care of," he said. He was clearly thrilled at playing with a man on the side. "Can't always get away from the Mrs. but it was worth it today."

"Will do," I said. My demeanor was friendly enough but maybe giving that frosty time-to-go signal. I was a little relieved when he left.

I had gotten my rocks off and that was nice, but I felt the psychological part hadn't been that rewarding.

But it was like the heavens were going to reward me for the so-so sex and for my unrequited feelings for Scott. My buddy Rick asked me if I wanted to catch the season opener for the Predators at a downtown sports bar. I'm not a big hockey fan, but the Predators had come off a great season and there was a buzz in the city around the team. Scott had actually canceled his Friday morning session at the gym, so I'd have an extra hour before I had to be at work that next morning.

Rick was a fellow trainer and a couple of his college friends came with us. I was the odd man out not really following the game but it was fun just inhabiting the hightop of that crowded bar and cheering each goal against the Rangers.

But eventually my eye was drawn to a table of businessmen at the table next to us. Three suit and tie guys, though their jackets were on their chairs and their ties long gone from the day at work or some convention. Given their reaction to the game, they were New Yorkers, or at least Rangers fans.

My attention was drawn to the oldest of the bunch. A sturdy built guy in a regular business man kind of way. Tan lingering from his late summer vacation, brown eyes and thinning silver hair cut almost military short, he had a kind of Jersey/Long Island daddy look that appealed to me. Best of all, his pecs filled out a pale blue dress shirt and his ass looked great in his gray trousers.

Maybe I was looking over too much because Silver Daddy caught me and gave a knowing smile. Not a flirty smile, but a “yeah, I know you're checking me out” smile. I figure straight dudes in New York are used to getting attention from gay guys all the time.

I got another pint just as the third period started. Seemed like Silver Daddy was working on another beer, too. I got the feeling they'd started early, because their booming voices just kept getting louder.

I played it cool, not so much hiding my interest from the man but rather not trying to be obvious around my buddies. But Silver Daddy started slyly looking back to me. The first time he did gave me a boner under the table, and I was half hard for the rest of the game. Playing cat and mouse with our surreptitious eye contact.

My friends were in a great mood when the game was over, since the Predators won. They tried to convince me to hit one of the more partying country bars on Broadway but I told them I had an early morning and said I'd just hang out at the sports bar and finish my beer.

I don't know if I expected anything to happen. But when I watched Silver Daddy go to the bar to order another round, I took my chance and stepped up next to him, to order my own drink.

He flashed me a drunken smile. "Your friends left you," he said. Not quite a slur but he was definitely drunk.

"Yeah," I said. "Fraid so." I replied in a way that suggested I wasn't at all upset by that turn of events.

"Let me get ya a drink," he said. His accent was New York all right.

I nodded. "Sure." I told him what I was having.

Just then one of guys came up and clapped Silver Daddy's shoulder. "Listen, Bob, we're actually gonna call it a night. See you tomorrow."

The man didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, sure, Greg. I might play hooky and skip the first session," Silver Daddy bellowed.

"I hear ya. I might be in the same boat tomorrow. Why the fuck did I let Connors convince me to do shots? I'm not fucking 22," he growled.

"Remember... water and aspirin before bed." Silver Daddy said. I couldn't tell if it was a joke or real advice.

The man shook his head. "All right... go easy, man." He clapped Bob's shoulder and then walked off.

"Guess it's just you and me," he smirked.

"Guess so," I said. God, I hadn't really had a situation like this before, but it was fun.

He leaned in, a naughty look on his face. "My hotel is nearby. Feel like skipping the beers?"

"Yeah," I said. I was starting to get hard again, but hopefully my boner wouldn't show too much. Up close this man was more solid than he looked from the distance even.

He winked and patted my shoulder. "Let me pay the tab and I'll get my jacket."

He had a swagger as we left the bar and walked down the street. I kept looking over at him. About 6'1" with very upright posture, almost chest puffing out. He had a prominent nose and forehead, which stuck out more from the receding and thinning hair. If he wasn't so clearly a businessman, I might have placed him as a coach type. I placed him in his mid 50s, but he'd taken good care of himself.

"I'm Austin, by the way," I said, realizing we hadn't even introduced ourselves.

"Bob," he replied in turn.

"You in town for business?" I asked. He could have been local, but from his talk at the bar I gathered not.

He looked over at me. "You got it," he blustered. The man had one volume for speaking it seemed. "E-Commerce Convention." He flashed a grin at me. "This was the last thing I expected to happen tonight, I'll tell you."

I smiled back. "Me either," I admitted.

He chuckled. "You do this often?"

"Not enough."

"I hear ya," he said. I could tell he had his hands in his trouser pockets to keep his own boner from being obvious. That thrilled me. "But I figure what happens in Nashville stays in Nashville, right?" The guy liked to talk. "Got a girlfriend or anything?"

I was a little nervous having this conversation so openly on the street, but no one was around to listen or care. I shook my head. "I stick with guys," I replied.

That seemed to surprise him. "Yeah, man? You should come up to New York... give those muscle gays some competition."

This was a man of surprises, but I was happy to go along for the ride. "Is that what you're into?" I asked.

This was the first and only time I saw a flicker of embarrassment on his handsome, middle-aged face. "When I'm in the mood to play that way... yeah, that flicks my switch."

"Just to be clear," I put it out there. "I don't bottom."

He chuckled some as if he found my top assertiveness cute. "All right, stud... I'm sure we can have some fun."

I felt a little bad that this was the hotel Scott and I had stayed in. Different floor, different room, but same look and furnishings... even the view out the window was the same. But Bob was night and day different from Scott. I didn't know his story but he clearly had experience with men.

"Fuck, you're hot," he growled as the room door clicked. Our bodies met, then we kissed. I loved his energy and his meaty bulk and that suit. It was impetuous and horny, the way we fueled each other's sexual excitement. We ground our crotches into one another and made out in a drunken sloppy kiss.

And already this Silver Daddy was reaching down to fumble with my jeans, undoing them and reaching in to grip my boner. "Nice one," he growled then stepped back to undo his own belt. Maybe I normally like being top dog, but I had to admit Bob had a nice tool. Long as mine and thicker. It fell out, heavy and then jerked up to a standing position.

"You suck a guy?" he asked.

"Yeah, sometimes," I replied. I wanted to get a taste. I crouched down and felt that soft wool fabric of his suit then leaned forward. His prick tasted salty and the tip was dewey with precum. I gave him a quick couple of licks then started taking him into my mouth

"Fuck yeah, man." God, I hoped the room had some soundproofing.

I wasn't a natural or skilled cocksucker, but I settled in to do right by him. Bobbing up and down on his thick tool. Not going deep, because that girth was a lot for me. But I settled into a good rhythm on about 3 and a half inches of his stalk. The brash guy was surprisingly quiet as I fellated him, standing with his legs apart and running his fingers through my hair.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but he didn't seem in a rush to get off. After a couple of minutes I pulled back and got one more look of his meaty erection before looking up.

"My turn." It half question, half statement.

I stood up and kicked off my sneakers. Bob stepped back and removed his suit jacket, hardon still spit wet and sticking out of his fly. He gave me another wink, then turned to take off the rest of his clothes.

I followed suit and admired the view as I watched this middle-aged stud get onto the bed. He had some padding but some strong muscle, a classic ex-jock build. Blocky pecs, big arms, and a general thickness. He wasn't all that hairy, but his dusting of chest and stomach hair was also graying and I found that hot. There was just some dirty blond in his wiry pubes around that tubesteak.

I climbed on top of him, meeting him in another kiss and feeling our body contact. Bob got into it, which got me into it. I don't know if he was Scott Delahunt perfect, but in his own way this business guy was hotter. He humped up into me as we made out and his hands were on me.

"Jesus," he grunted, the loud voice returning. "You're a muscle dude all right," he growled.

I grinned down on him. I about told him I was a personal trainer, but figured that wasn't important.

"Figures you'd be a top," he said. Then, "Well, I have a couple condoms in my bag if you wanna get in me."

"Fuck yes," I said, which made Bob laugh. Even with a rubber, I knew I'd enjoy this.

"Just let me sit on it first," he said. "It's been a while."

I agreed and got off him so he could go fetch the rubbers and lube. He hadn't blown me yet, but that was OK. I was rock hard as I lay back against the headboard, while Bob applied some lube to my stalk, then rolled down a condom. He then lubed that.

His dick was rock hard and he had a lusty look on his face as he straddled me. I watched his chest muscle flex some as he reached down and back to guide my dick into place. His eyes seemed to drink up the sight of my body beneath him. "God, you remind me of a couple of fellas on my son's hockey team."

Good fuck, he was gonna push my buttons big time. I ran my hands along his meaty thighs. "You ever do anything with them?" I asked, my voice cracking in lust.

He smiled. "One of them, yeah...."

And like that he pushed back. I felt the snugness and then I entered his hot, right rectum. The man let out a hiss and paused, then descended down some. "You're big," he smiled, then with a determined look pushed all the way down. "OH FUCK!" he growled. I was getting into his vocal nature. But equally I was enjoying feeling up his more mature muscle. He was the kind of man who'd be hot to fuck well into his 60s, and that idea excited me perversely.

It took some restraint not to thrust into him right away, but my prick was rigid and throbbing inside him, having the mental side of the fuck make up for the lack of physical stimulation to my dick.

But it didn't take him long to relax. And with a steady motion, he rose up and fell down into my lap. Fucking himself on me. I loved watching him. His whole body getting into it as he stroked his cock and rode me. This man loved sex, and had no hangups about bottoming for me.

It was like he was reading my mind. "You know how to bring out my naughty side, stud," he said.

I now gave small thrusts up into him, to meet his bouncing. "Like with that hockey player?" I ventured.

He grinned. "Austin... talk about naughty... Mark is my best friend's son."

"Fuck!" I groaned.

"That shit turn you on?" he laughed.

I nodded. "Yeah it does."

He rode me a little faster, though his stroke on his cock kept the same pace. "Mark's fucked me a couple dozen times," he admitted. Maybe he was making it up as sex talk to work me up, but I think he was telling the truth.

I couldn't help it. I gripped his hips and took charge of the fuck, pushing up into his guts with steady hard strokes.

"That's it, stud," Bob growled. "Go for it." He reached down and felt up my chest and arms. I didn't know if I was a replacement for some college-aged hockey player, but it was OK if I was. Then he asked, "Wanna switch positions?"

He didn't wait for an answer but simply rose off me and plopped down next to me. Already he was lifting his legs up, giving me room to scoot between them. He was a hunk and a half, not magazine perfect but hotter for it. I placed his calves on my shoulders and pressed forth.

"I want you to cum," I urged as I began fucking him. My voice urgent even if I knew I wasn't going to cum with the rubber. My hips worked him in strong, physical shoves.

"Yeah," he hissed. Even if the alcohol and maybe his age had kept his trigger at bay, he was getting into it now. His eyes wildly on me and his fist working that thick tool faster. "Harder, stud!" he yelled.

I went for it. Hard and fast. His face went red and he nodded excited.

"Yeah... yeah... oh shit!"

His cum flew out with a crazy suddenness. He wasn't a big cummer but two heavy ropes flew out onto that meaty chest before his sperm oozed out in dribbles.

I pulled out and stripped off the condom. It wouldn't take me long to cum now, at all.

But Bob had different ideas. "Bring it up here," he urged.

I hadn't ever shot on a guy's face, but the idea seemed hot as hell. I scooted up and fisted my tool an inch away from his handsome business daddy mug. But he batted my hand away and leaned forward.

I was gonna get my blowjob after all. Bob didn't seem bothered by the lube and the latex taste as he sucked me in and bobbed.

About five bobs and I blasted hard. The man moaned excitedly as I filled his craw with my fresh sperm. I pulled out so I could see some spray on his chin. I felt I deserved that.

I was still dribbling in aftershocks even as I sat on the bed next to him.

He had come down from his orgasm and looked up at me with a smile. "Good for you, I take it?"

I nodded. "More than good," I replied. "I needed a lay like that."

"You caught me in the right mood," he said.

"Drunk?" I teased.

He laughed. "That helps," he said. "Listen, no pressure... but I'm in town for another day, if you wanna hook up again."

"It would be hard to say no," I said.

"Is that a no?" he asked, unsure what I meant.

"That's a yes," I clarified.

He ran his hand up my leg and then nudged his fingers against my genitals, which twitched at the touch. "I just want to take advantage of my free time away, you know?" He looked up from my cock to my face. "You can sleep here if you want."

"I'd have to get up early," I warned him. Even with Scott's cancelled session, I had to be at the gym by 7:30.

"I'll set the alarm... you can get up when you like," he said. He patted my leg once more and got up to go to the bathroom. He pissed and washed off some, I gathered, but when the door opened and he strutted back, naked, his body showing off the tan line from that beach vacation. he had a glass of water and two aspirin, which he popped in his mouth.

I got up to piss myself and as he watched me pass him, he added, "yeah, you'd give those New York guys a run for the money, all right."

[SCOTT]

"Where's your head, Delahunt?" Rich Kennedy asked after my drive on the 14th hole went wide. Way wide. "That's the third lousy shot today."

"Motherfuck!" I hissed. I was normally a good golfer, and I didn't take a bad day well.

"Oh Scotty's been in a pissy mood for weeks," Dave Feldman chimed in. I was the last of our foursome to tee off, and I think the fellas knew I was gonna slow down our group.

The fourth guy, Ed wisecracked as he looked at his phone. "He's probably checked his retirement account. Another shit day on the market fellas."

That seemed to ease the tension some and as we went on down the fairway, the conversation turned to investments and whether it was time to change the allocation for our nest eggs. It was the kind of conversation we had a lot.

I had to admit Dave was right. I had been in a bad mood. Ever since that night with Austin. I tried to get him out of my head but that attempt was making me miserable. The one exception was with Kelly. Maybe I was overcompensating but my guilt at cheating on her put me into charm mode with my wife. We'd even had sex a few times lately, which was a nice change and a welcome reminder that my heterosexuality wasn't gone.

Thing was, my bisexuality wasn't either. Sex with Austin had been amazing. I'd still throw hard during the middle of the day, almost every day, thinking back on it. I don't know, something about the combination of hardness and softness, of Austin's innocent charm and his jock masculinity, really turned me on. It was a revelation to me.

I knew I was playing with fire, even sticking with Austin as my trainer. But I kept my distance. I felt my improved physique was the best change of my life lately. I didn't want to stop that.

Our Friday training sessions were going as normal. Me focusing on a solid lower body workout and giving it 110 percent. We made some small talk, but kept it light. But for three weeks I'd avoided any talk of the Titans. Today I brought up the football talk. Austin seemed to relax and get into his fantasy team for the week and his plan to watch the game with some of his trainer buddies. I wondered if any of those guys knew Austin was into guys, but I figured younger people aren't as judgmental as people of my generation.

Whereas my Tuesday or Wednesday sessions were late afternoon, I tended to meet Austin first thing in the morning, so I could get a round of golf in for the afternoon if the weather allowed.

I'd showered and dressed in my suit for work when I saw Austin waiting outside the locker room. He had an envelope in his hand and a nervous look on his face.

"I didn't overpay you, did I?" I asked. "I'm hoping to make up that session I missed..."

He shook his head. "No... open it later," he said. "OK?"

"Yeah sure," I said. He gave me a sad nod and went back to a client who was stretching between sets.

I had a pit of my stomach feel for what was in the envelope. Or at least a ball park idea. As I got into my BMW, I tossed my gym bag on the front seat and nervously opened the letter. The writing was in pen in what I'd describe as a neat scrawl.

"Dear Scott,

Forgive my handwriting. And forgive my writing what I don't have the guts to tell you face to face.

I want to apologize to you. I crossed a line with you, and I got you to do something you didn't feel comfortable with. I almost expected you to find another trainer, and I wouldn't blame you if you did.

But I miss our friendship. Maybe that's not respecting a professional line, too, but I consider you a friend first and foremost. We can forget what happened if it would help.

There's some other sappy stuff I wrote but I tore those letters up. This is enough.

your trainer,

Austin"

My heart sank. I thought I'd be strong enough to resist this special young man. But I was pulling out my phone for a quick text. "Read your letter. You have any time to meet this afternoon? In private."

He was the kind of trainer to be focused on his clients, so it wasn't until I got to the office that I saw the text that awaited me. "I have a window between noon and 4." I typed back to see if 12:30 would work. I had a 2PM tee time. He responded back with his address and a question mark. I said yes.

The morning would have felt like torture had my calendar not been full. I'd have to catch up on work tomorrow morning, but it was one of those beautiful October days that was perfect golfing weather, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

I had to text Austin I was running late, but traffic was OK. He was there, still in his work attired of zip up and trim-cut sweats. God, he looked like a million bucks. Cute yet masculine, his dimples forming as he gave a nervous smile.

"Hey," he said as he ushered me in.

I looked around. It felt like a bachelor's apartment. Clean and basic, not a lot of decoration. "Nice place," I said.

"Thanks," he said. "Have a seat," he gestured to the couch.

I sat down, facing him. The ball was in my court. "I know I've been standoffish lately," he started. "Austin... I can't hurt my family."

The younger man grimaced. "I know... I don't want you to, Scott. Seriously."

I felt a little relieved. This was unchartered territory for me. "I wasn't going to tell you... but I enjoyed what we did... a lot."

His eyes perked up. "For real?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Maybe a little too much."

"Did that freak you out?" he asked. Concerned.

I shook my head. "Not in itself. More about the stepping out on Kelly part. And what it meant for my marriage."

"Oh," he said.

"Even if things haven't been great with Kelly lately, I'm not going to leave her," I said.

I could read in Austin's quietness he was nervous of saying the wrong thing. But he finally spoke up. “If you wanna fool around, Scott, I’m really discreet, I promise.”

I blushed. “Come on, Austin,” I pleaded. I very much liked the idea of what he was suggesting, and maybe that’s why I was pissed at him for suggesting it.

“Sorry,” he said. “I just had to try.”

“Sorry, Austin,” I said softly. I felt so many mixed emotions then. And yeah, I wanted him again. Wanted to feel more what sex was like with this stud. Instead, I stood up. “I better go,” I said.

He nodded. He stood up and walked me to the door. “Let me know if you’d like help finding another trainer,” he said with resignation.

I knew he was giving me an out. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to take it. “I don’t want another trainer, Austin,” I said, frustration in my voice. “You’re good at what you do. I just need some boundaries.”

“I get it, Scott,” he said. “See you at the gym.”

I was actually hyperventilating when I get to my car. I didn’t start it right away though. Instead, I thought about what would happen if I’d let the conversation go the other way. “Fuck!” I grunted aloud to myself, then opened the car door.

Austin was surprised as hell when he answered the door and saw me there. I gathered my courage while I had it and stepped inside, shutting the door and then turning to him. ‘

“God,” he hissed, so turned on now that he realized what was going on. We met in a kiss, more heated than the one in the hotel room. It was like the several weeks had led to the pent-up lust that came pouring out. My first time with Austin had felt strange and unfamiliar, and in a way I was glad to have that behind me.

I got down in front of him, crouching right there. He was hard for me already, fully hard, and I could see that thick tool riding up into a tent of his sweats. He helped me pull off his sweats and with a goofy grin he hooked his thumbs in his waistband to pull it over his dong.

"I didn't get a look the last time," I said then looked up into his eyes. "I didn't think I'd get into a guy's dick like this."

"But you do...?" Austin clarified.

"Maybe because of the fine man it's attached to... but yeah." I looked at his cock again, thrilled to see it firm and pointing straight up. He wasn't giant but he was hung, and there was just something so beautiful about his erection. I looked back up into his face, where I saw happiness, excitement and thrill.

My hand touched his hard quad muscle and that’s all the signal he needed. He lined up his prick to my lips. "I’ve been thinking about this a lot, Mr. D," he whispered hoarsely.

I had been thinking a lot about this too. “Will sex get in the way of the friendship thing?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Fuck no, Scott." Then. “Come on, pretty please, man. Suck me.”

I breathed in his scent, then leaned in. "Ohhh," he grunted as I began sucking him.

I didn't know what I was doing last time. I still didn't. But I knew I was better at this, and I could read in Austin's voice and body that he was crazy turned on. I was learning my suit was part of the thrill for him and the whole "exec" type I represented to him.

I pulled off and enjoyed the sight of his engorged cock, twitching and wet with my spit. Not far from shooting.

"When you feel ready, just come in my mouth, OK?" I asked.

He nodded like he couldn't believe what was happening. That made me want to give it my all. I took about four inches into my mouth, making it five as I bobbed up and down furiously. My gag reflex didn't kick in, which I was grateful for. I'd missed this, missed the feel and act of a cock in my mouth. Missed making another man cum.

Austin's load was big. It took me by surprise and I coughed a little before I remembered what he did last time. I pulled back so the prick head spurted on my tongue. I don't know if that felt best for Austin, but I decided I loved that part. I tasted and swallowed him, in a couple of rounds, till the poor guy was spent.

"Let me do you," he urged.

I was horny but self conscious. I unzipped my suit as Austin got between my legs, running his hands along the fabric. "I'm not hung you like I'm afraid."

"I love your cock," he said. Then looking up in my eyes, he added. "For real, Scott. Everything about you turns me on." He leaned in for a kiss and I met him. A part of me wanted to avoid the kissing thing but I decided oral sex was a bigger issue. Besides, I wanted this. I kissed Austin back.

His soft kiss, full of gentle tongue, got me rock hard and leaking. He smirked as he pulled back and saw my dick poking up hard out of the open fly. "You're hard as steel," he said. "I love it."

I watched as he got down and started going down on me. I guess I didn't have a lot of length, and Austin managed to work the whole length with lots of spit and lots of suction. Kelly very occasionally gave me head, but it was nothing like this.

"Buddy!" I gasped. Warning him.

He moaned around my cock. This was the first time I'd blasted in another man's mouth since college. But this was night and day different. This was Austin.

He was more talkative after we uncoupled. "Damn, that was incredible," Austin laughed. I realized I missed his laugh and his smile. I missed laidback, happy Austin.

He made himself presentable again and offered me something to drink. I took some water.

"Trust me, Scott," he assured me. "I'm not going to do anything to mess up anything for you at home. But I'm so fucking grateful for that."

"I'm glad," I said. "I've been thinking about the sex for the last three weeks."

"I wasn't sure..." he said. He looked at his watch. "Listen, you're gonna be late for the club. And I probably need a nap before my evening sessions."

I stood up. I found getting off had eased my mood, and I was still processing how good Austin's blowjob had felt. "I'm being greedy," I said. "But maybe I can get away sometime this weekend. That is, if you wanna?"

"Hell yeah, I wanna," he said softly. And with a new confidence he stepped up to me to kiss me. He ran his hands up along the lapels of my coat. “And maybe you can wear your suit for me again sometime.”

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Kids Are Alright

Masterlist

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual." Sam said into his phone as he looks over his laptop while I sit across from him at a diner. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong." Sam said as I look through my own laptop for anything. "Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we—...Well, there's got to be something that w—." Sam said just as I hear footsteps.

I look over and see Dean coming over to us and I clear my throat at Sam. "Oh, ah, yeah, no, ah, I..I gotta go. Uh. Okay. Never mind." He said and he hangs up the phone quickly while Dean comes over, looking suspiciously at Sam.

"Hey. Who was that?" Dean asked him. "Ah, I was just ordering pizza." Sam replied, quickly, and I glance up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?" Dean said as he looks around. "Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I...just felt like pizza, you know?" Sam replied and he smiles, tight-lipped and reeking of insincerity.

"O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirderton." Dean said and he clears throat as he goes to sit next to me and places an arm around my shoulder.

Suddenly, my phone goes off and I go and pick it up. "Hello?" I answered. "(Y/n)? It's Elijah." The familiar voice said and I look up. "Oh, hey, Elijah! How are you?" I asked him and both boys look over at me, mainly Dean who looked a bit suspiciously. "I'm doing fine...um, you still working your job, right?" He asked me. "Yeah, yeah...everything okay? That spirit come back?" I asked. "No, no. But...I think there is something weird going on here and I think I need your help....again." Elijah said, a bit nervously.

"Okay, you still living in the same house?" I asked him. "No, I live in Cicero, Indiana." He replied. "Oh, big move for ya from Florida." I joked and he chuckles. "Yeah. I'll text you my address. So, I'll see ya later then?" He asked. "Yeah, see ya." I said. "Good, see ya." Elijah said and I hang up my phone and see the boys staring at me.

"What?" I asked them. "Elijah? Who's Elijah?" Dean asked me and I smirked at him. "Why you ask? You jealous?" I asked him. "No, but I'm very curious as to why a random guy has called my girlfriend?" Dean asked and I laugh. "Okay, Dean don't be jealous, it's not a good look on you." I teased and Dean glares while I hear Sam snickering.

"Anyway, I met Elijah when Dad and I were doing a job about a vengeful spirit. As we were doing this job, Elijah and I got close and we dated for awhile but we eventually parted ways. I hadn't heard from him in like years. I was like sixteen when we dated." I explained.

"What did he want?" Sam asked me. "He said he might have a job for me...or us, I should say, where he lives." I replied. "Where does he live?" Dean asked me. "Cicero, Indiana." I said and Dean has a shock look on his face and the color drains from his face.

"What's wrong, Winchester?" I asked him and he swallows. "Nothing. Everything's fine. It's just I knew a girl that lived there about eight years ago." He replied and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh, you afraid I'll run into an ex-girlfriend of yours?" I asked him and he swallows a bit. "Maybe." He said and I laugh. 

"Dean, don't be nervous...I mean, you're about to met one of my ex-boyfriends, if you're wanting to come with that is. Plus what are the chances I'd meet her?" I said and he shrugs. "You're right. Let's go see what you old boy-toy wants." He said and I roll my eyes.

"Maybe when we finish seeing what Elijah has for us, we could go look her up. Her and I could swap embarrassing stories about you." I said and Dean groans and shakes his head while I laugh then lean up and kiss his cheek.

Later, we pull up to Cicero Pines Motel and Dean stops to let Sam out. "Don't wait up for us, Sammy." Dean said and he starts to drive off as Sam was still pulling his bag out of the car, teasing Sam. "Wait, Dean. Dean, you...Dean! " sam said, annoyed, and I turn to Dean and give him a disapproving look. 

"Dean." I said and he sighs then stops as Sam gets the rest of his stuff out. Once he got his stuff out, Dean drives off.

*3rd Person POV*

The couple drives through a suburban development, past houses being newly constructed and a sign for the Morning Hill neighborhood that notes SOLD OUT! "Is this his house?" Dean asked as they pull up to a house. (Y/n) looks out at the address number then at the text Elijah sent. "Yeah, this is the place." She said and they get out of the car and head towards the house.

Dean and (y/n) arrive at Elijah's doorstep, then she ring the doorbell. The door opens to reveal a little curly blonde girl no older than 7 or 8, which comes to a shock to both Dean and (y/n). Both of them begin to wonder did they get the address wrong?

(Y/n) composes herself and starts talking before Dean could. “Hi. Um, does Elijah live here?” She asks. “Yeah. He’s my dad.” The little girl answers. “I'm (y/n). I was friends with your dad in high school. I was wondering if we can talk to him.” (y/n) said. “Really?" The little girl asked and (y/n) nods.

"Dad! You’re friends are here.” The girl calls out to her father. Not a moment later, Elijah, a man with light brown hair and gray eyes, comes in, not noticing (y/n) and Dean's presence as he begins to scold his daughter. “Peyton, what did I say about opening the door to stra—" He started to say but stopped once he saw (y/n).

"(y/n)?” Elijah says, in disbelief.

“Hey, Eli.” (y/n) greets and Elijah stares at her for a moment then turns to his daughter. "Peyton, why don’t you go get ready. I gotta talk to my friends about something” Elijah tells his young daughter. She nods and heads upstairs.

“I didn’t think you’d make it.” Elijah said as he pulls (y/n) into a hug, to which she returns with no hesitation. Dean however couldn’t help but let the feeling of jealousy take over. “You sounded urgent. I had to come see if you were okay.” (Y/n) replied.

Then the sound of someone clearing his throat brought the former couple to attention as they pulled back from their embrace and (y/n) turns to Dean, who gives her a look. “Oh, Elijah. This is Dean Winchester.” she introduced. “Her boyfriend.” Dean added as the two men shake hands, his grip being firm.

"Hey." Elijah said then he turns to (y/n). "Where's your dad? Did he retire?" He asked and (y/n) bites her lips and looks down. "He actually died almost three years ago." She replied and Elijah has a look of shock on his face. "Oh, (y/n), I'm so sorry." Elijah said, apologetically. "It's okay." (Y/n) said and he nods, slightly.

"So, what did you call me for?" She asked him. "Well, it could be nothing, but I think there's something going on around this neighborhood." Elijah said. "Like what?" Dean asked him. "Well, a friend of mine died a few days ago in really bizarre way." Elijah said.

"How bizzare?" (Y/n) asked him. "Well, he somehow landed on a handsaw." Elijah replied. "Don't you think he could've just tripped and fall on the saw?" Dean asked him. "No, no. He was very careful. Plus, I noticed there were other men on this area that had died in an accidental manner, like his." Elijah said just as they hear footsteps behind him 

"Daddy! We're gonna be late!" Peyton said as she comes up to him and grabs his hand. "Okay, honey. Grab his present and we'll go." Elijah said to her and she runs towards the back and he turns to the couple.

"Sorry, we have a birthday party to go to. You're welcome to join us." Elijah said. "You sure about that?" (Y/n) asked him. "Well, I hate to leave you guys on such short notice, so I think Lisa should be fine with it." Elijah said and Dean's eyes widen about it.

"Lisa? As in Lisa Braeden?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. Why?" Elijah asked him, confused but also shocked Dean knows Lisa, and (y/n) turns to Dean. "Oh, is this the ex-girlfriend you don't want me to meet?" She asked him and he looks down. "Oh, then we'll definitely join you." (Y/n) said and Peyton runs out of the house and Elijah leads the couple to the house.

"So, how old is Peyton?" (Y/n) asked Elijah. "She's seven." He replied. "Wow, someone's getting old." (Y/n) teases as she looks over at the young girl. "I'm not old!" She exclaims and (y/n) chuckles. 

"Where's her mother?" Dean asked Elijah. "Um...well, she died last year. Car accident." Elijah said and (y/n) gives a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Eli." She said and he nods. "It's okay. Peyton here is my rock. She's helped me though tough times. I'd do anything for her." Elijah said as they approach a house, which was decorated with festive balloons.

Elijah rings the doorbell and the door opens to reveal Lisa, a woman in her late twenties, brunette, and very fit. Lisa smiles once she sees Elijah. "Eli!" She exclaims as they go to hug. "Thanks for coming." She said as she pulls back from the hug. "Of course! Wouldn't miss it. Um, these are my friends...I hope you don't mind that they came..." Elijah said as (y/n) nods at Lisa then she turns and sees Dean, who smiles awkwardly.

She stares at him in confusion for a moment, then recognizes him. "Dean!" She greets and Elijah and (y/n) stare between them. "Lisa. How's it going?" Dean said, a bit awkward. "Wow. So, uh, how long has it been?" Lisa asked. "Eight, going on nine years now. Crazy, right?" Dean said. "Yeah." Lisa said then (y/n) holds her hand out to her.

"Hi, I'm (y/n)." She introduced and Lisa smiled and shakes her hand. "Hi." She said as she looks between the two. "I'm sorry, they came up on such short notice and..." Elijah said but Lisa shakes her head. "No, it's fine. Uh, c'mon in." She said and opens the door wider.

Children were running around in the back yard, which is decorated for a kid's birthday party, as Dean, (y/n) and Elijah follow Lisa while Peyton runs out and squeals out to her friends. "Peyton! Don't run!" Elijah said and she slows down her pacing.

"So, uh, who's the party for?" Dean asked Lisa. "Ben. My son." She replies. "Oh. You have a –" Dean started to say and she nods. "Yep." She said and she gestures across the yard to a young boy, wearing a black jacket and jeans, opening presents. "That's him." She said as the boy opens a gift to reveal a CD. 

"Yes! AC/DC rules!" He exclaims and Dean stares at him. "How old –" 

"Eight." Lisa replied, answering Dean's unfinished question, then she looks behind her to see her friend behind her. "Oh, guys, could you excuse me a minute?" She asked and Elijah and (y/n) nods at her while Dean still stares at Ben, stunned.

(Y/n) looks at him then raises her hand and waves it in his face. "Dean? Everything okay? Cat got your tongue?" She asked him as he jumps, slightly, then turns to her. "Uh...no...everything is fine....I'm, uh...I'm gonna go grab some cake..." he trails off and he walks away.

"He alright?" Elijah asked her. "I don't know, honestly." (Y/n) said as she stares after Dean.

Dean was looking at the birthday cake, which has a racecar theme, while two women were sitting in lawn chairs, watching him from behind. "Did you hear Lisa call him Dean?" The brunette woman asked her friend, the redhead. "Yeah. Why?" The second woman asked.

"You don't know about Dean? The Dean. Best-night-of-my-life Dean?" The burnette asked her. "No! Tell me." The redheaded exclaims. "Oh, my god, so, they had this crazy, semi-illegal--" the first woman started to say but she cuts off as she sees Dean turns to them, both women gasp.

"Hi." Dean greets them and the women continue to stare at him with a certain lascivious intensity. "Hi." The burnette said. "Hello." The redhead said as she crunches a piece of celery, loudly and somehow suggestively.

Dean looks at them, feeling uncomfortable, when (y/n) comes up to him. "Hey, you okay? You just seem...off." she said as he turns to her. "Yeah, yeah...I'm fine, sweetheart." He replies then he leans down and kisses her, throwing (y/n) off guard a bit before she kiss him back. 

As they kiss, the two women let out a noise of disappointment. Once they break the kiss, Dean smiles at her then walks away and (y/n) turns and sees the two women sitting nearby. She gives them a friendly smile then walks off as well.

Dean and (y/n) find Ben watching a bounce-house and eating a piece of cake. "What's up?" Ben asked the two. "What's up with you?" Dean asked him just as a woman and her little girl walk by and Ben checks out the girl while Dean looks at the mom for a moment then over at (y/n), who was raising an eyebrow at him.

Then Dean and Ben each take a bite of cake. "So, it's your birthday." (Y/n) said to Ben, questioning. "Guilty." Ben said. "It's a cool party." Dean said. "Dude, it's so freakin' sweet. And this moon bounce – it's epic." Ben exclaims, excitedly.  "Yeah. It's pretty awesome." Dean said, slightly weirded out.

"You know who else thinks they're awesome? Chicks. It's like hot-chick city out there." Ben said as a couple of girls and Peyton walk over to the bounce house and take off their shoes.

Ben smacks Dean on the chest, bro-to-bro. Dean and (y/n) watches bemusedly as Ben sets his cake down and follows Peyton into the moon bounce. "Look out ladies, here comes trouble!" Ben shouts as he goes into bounce house. "Hey, Ben!" Peyton said, smiling.

Meanwhile, (y/n) starts to put two and two together, as she stares at Ben, then looks over at Dean and raises an eyebrow at Dean. "Dean...is there something you'd like to share with me?" She asked and Dean stands there as he does a mental arithmetic, then darts inside the house, knocking things over as he goes, (y/n) following close behind him.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean and I enter the kitchen of Lisa's house as a woman walks past us and heads to her daughter. Lisa and Elijah were standing there, both of them looked worried. "Hey. So, I, uh...met Ben." Dean said while Lisa, distracted, looks at him, nodding absent-mindedly. "Cool kid." Dean said. "Yeah." Lisa said.

"Yeah. ...You know, I couldn't help but notice that, uh, he's turning eight. You and me...you know." Dean said as he gestures between him and her. Elijah and I share a look then I look over at Dean, folding my arms.

Lisa chuckles, as she finally gets what Dean was getting at. "You're not...trying to ask me if he's yours?" Lisa asked him. "No. Nah, of course not." Dean said and we chuckle. "He's not, is he?" Dean asked once we stopped chuckling.

"What?" Lisa asked, startled, slamming the oven door in her surprise and Dean raises his eyebrows. "No." She said, firmly. "Right. Yeah..." Dean mutters then clears throat as he looks outside and I follow his gaze to see him staring at Ben and Peyton playing.

"Katie, sweetheart, we got to go. Okay. Come on." A woman with a little girl as they walk past the kitchen on their way out. "Come on, Katie." She said and they leave.

"Something wrong with your friend?" I asked Lisa, who looks at her worried. "She's been through a lot. Her ex just died in this horrible accident." Lisa said and I look over at Eljiah as he gives me a knowing look.

"Oh, yeah. We just read about that. The, uh, the power saw." I said to her. "Yeah. Guess there's been a lot of bad luck in the neighborhood lately." Lisa said then she turns to Elijah. "Isnt that right, Eli?" She asked and Elijah nods.

"What kind of bad luck?" Dean asked them and they began to go into more detail about it.

"Hello." Sam answers our call as Dean and I sit in the Impala. "Dude, there is a job here." Dean said as he holds the phone up. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Elijah told us that a friend of his had died from a power saw." I said. "Oh yeah, I think I read that in the paper earlier." Sam replied.

 "Well...Turns out there's four more that never even made the paper, all in this...Morning Hill gated community. People falling off of ladders and drowning in their Jacuzzis all over the neighborhood." Dean said. "That is weird." Sam said. "Yeah, something's up. Something these nice, big gates can't protect them from." I said as I look around the neighborhood.

Dean and I were walking back to the car, when we noticed Ben and Peyton sitting, sadly, on a park bench. I look over at Dean and give him a concern look, he nods and we head over to the bench and sit next to the kids.

"Hey, kiddos." Dean said to them. "Hey, you two are my dad's friend!" Peyton said. "And you guys were at my party." Ben said. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm Dean and this is (y/n)." Dean said to them. "Everything okay? Something wrong?" I asked the kids then I noticed that Ben is holding an empty case.

Dean and I look out at the field and see a group of four boys playing with a handle video game. "Is that your game they're playing with?" I asked Ben. "Ryan Humphrey borrowed it, and now he won't give it back." Peyton replied.

"Well, you want me to go—" Dean started to say but Ben turns to him. "No! Don't go over there! Only bitches send a grown-up." Ben said, quickly, and Dean shrugs. "You're not wrong." He said. "And I am not a bitch." Ben said, pouting. Dean looks out the boys and pointed at the bigger boy.

"Is that Humphrey? The one that needs to lay off the burgers?" Dean asked and Ben nods, smiling slightly, while Peyton giggles and covers her mouth. Dean hums at this and I look at him, curiously. "Dean, what are you thinking?" I asked him.

Later, Ben walks across the park to the group of boys, who are all bigger than him. He clears his throat loudly and looks back at us, and Dean gives him a thumb’s up.

Ben clears his throat again. "Ryan." Ben said and the kids look up. "I'd like my game back, please." Ben said to the bigger boy. "Fine. Take it back." Ryan said to Ben, threateningly, and the other boys laugh.

Ben looks nervously at the other kids, sighs, then turns as if to leave. "See? Told you guys he was a—" Ryan said then he was cut off as Ben turns back, suddenly, and kicks Ryan hard between the legs.

Ryan crumples to the ground, and Ben takes the game back. Peyton gasped and placed a hand over her mouth while Dean and I look around, smirking. Ben runs back to us, smiling. "Dude, that was awesome!" Ben said as he high-fives Dean then me.

"Benjamin. Isaac. Braeden!" A voice said and we look over and see Lisa and Elijah coming towards us. "What's gotten into you?" Lisa asked Ben. "He stole my game." Ben said a she points at the kid. "So you kick him? Since when is—" Lisa started to say but breaks off, looking at me and Dean.

"Did you two tell my son to beat up that kid?" She asked us, angrily. "What? Somebody had to teach him how to kick the bully in the nads." Dean said. "Who asked you to teach him anything?" Lisa asked him, spiteful. "Just relax." I said to her, calmly.

"What are you even still doing here, Dean? We had one weekend together a million years ago. You don't know me. And you have no business with my son." Lisa growled then she turns to me and glares daggers at me. 

"Lisa, c'mon, they were just helping...." Elijah said to her and she turns her head, sharply. "You're seriously sticking up for them?!" She asked. "Well, they're right about one thing: Ben does need to stand up for himself." Elijah said and Lisa stares at him, disbelief, before she scoffs. "Would you teach Peyton this behavior?!" She asked him. "Only to defend herself." Elijah said and Lisa scoffs again.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" She growls and she stalks over to Ben and grabs him to walk off with him. "Lisa." Dean said and Lisa turns to him. "Just leave us alone." She yells at him and they begin to leave, but Ben pulls out of her grip and runs back to give Dean an impulsive hug.

"Ben!" Lisa yells as Ben hugs Dean. "Thanks." He said to Dean and I give a fond smile at this. Then Ben turns to me and hugs me too, I hug back and pat his head before he runs back to Lisa and they leave. "I'll talk to her." Elijah said to us and he grabs Peyton's hand and the two follow Lisa and Ben.

Dean and I watch them, speculatively, until we notice three children with creepy stares watching. "Well, that's not creepy at all." I said to Dean, who nods.

Later, we make our way back to the hotel to see Sam at his computer, doing research. "Something's wrong with the kids in this town." Dean said to him. "Yeah. Tell me about it. So, what do you guys know about changelings?" Sam asked us.

"Evil monster babies?" Dean asked. "No, not necessarily babies." Sam said and I started to realize something. "They're kids. Creepy, stare at you like you're lunch kids?" I asked. "Yeah. There's one at every victim's house." Sa. 

After Sam went out to do some snooping, Sam was seated on the bed, as Dean and I prepare a kerosene torch. "So, changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. Y'know, there were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood." Sam explained.

"The changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?" Dean asked. "Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks." Sam said.

"And then there's dad and the babysitter." I pointed out. "Yeah. Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead." Sam said as Dean holds up the torch. "And fire's the only way to waste them?" He asked and Sam nods. "Yup."

"Great. We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors." Dean said, sarcastically, and Sam rolls his eyes.

"What about the real ones? What happens to them?" I asked Sam. "According to lore, they stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there." Sam said. "We better start looking." I said then Dean looks up, as if he realized something.

"So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?" Dean asked Sam. "Yep." Sam replied and Dean and I exchange a worried look. "We gotta make a stop. I want to check on someone." Dean said. "Well Dean, if the real kids are still alive, we don't have time. We—" Sam started to explain but I talk over him. "We have to." I said.

Later, after stopping by Lisa's house, Dean goes to talk to her but he comes back over to me and Sam as we stand by the Impala. "They took Ben. He's changed." Dean said and we look at him, shocked. "What?! Are you sure?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, I'm sure. I checked his windowsill." Dean replied.

"Blood?" I asked him, worried. "I don't think it is blood, and I think I know where the kids are." Dean said and I pull out my phone. "I'll see if I can get Elijah to watch over her." I said to the boys and I dialed Eli's number.

Later, after I convinced Elijah to watch over Lisa, we pull up to a semi-finished home where there's a large mound of dirt resided. We get out of the car and Sam picks some up and inspects it on his fingers.

"Red dirt. That's what was on the window." Sam said. "Ah, you take the front. (Y/n) and I'll go around." Dean said and we nod and head inside. We wander about with flashlights when I heard a noise in the basement. I give Dean and look and we nod then we go to inspect, finding a series of cages, each containing abducted kids. Dean then sees Ben.

"Ben...Ben...it's okay. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" He said and he goes to open the cage while I move around the cages and I see a red haired woman in one cage and a bunch of kids in other cages. Once getting Ben out, Dean pulls him out of the cage and hugs him and I give a fond smile at this.

"Come on. Let's go." Dean said as he sets Ben down and ruffles his hair. "All right, come on." I said to them then Dean and I break open the cages and we, including Ben, help the children out. "It's okay. You’re gonna get out of here, all right? Hurry!" Ben said to his peers.

"Come on, girls! Come on! Keep moving, keep moving." I said once I released two girls from the cage and we began to run towards the window. "Okay, everybody back! Everybody back!" Dean said and he clears off a windowsill and prepares to smash the glass.

Ben then helps us to usher the other kids away. "Cover your eyes!" I warned them and Dean breaks the window with a plank of wood, and begins to brush the glass off. Ben takes off his jacket and hands it to me. "Here. Use this." He said and I nod at him then hand the jacket to Dean and he places it on the windowsill.

"All right. All right, Ben. Come on. Come on." Dean encourages the kids and they began to climb out. "Him first." Ben said as he points at a kid and they climb out. "Hey! Guys! There's a mother." Sam yells at us as he runs down into the room. "A mother changeling?" I asked. "Yeah. We got to get these kids out quick." Sam said and we hurry them out. "Right there, right there. There's one more. You got to break the lock!" I said to Sam as I point to the cage with the woman inside.

"I guess that's why the changelings are keeping the kids alive – so the mom can snack on them." Sam said and he goes to free the red headed woman. "There. Come on, I gotcha." He said then the woman screams and we turn to see the mother changeling, which looked like the woman, behind her.

Dean goes flying and lands on his back, groaning in pain. The Changeling Mom turns around and Sam has the flamethrower and a lighter. She kicks the lighter out of his hand, then roundhouse kicks him again, then throws a few punches and generally kicks his ass, before throwing him across the room.

I grab a 2x4 and smack her with it but then she punches and knocks me down. "Ben, get them out of here!" I yelled as Dean gets up and clocks the Changeling Mom with a brick. Dean and I fight the Changeling for bit before she turns to see Sam with the torch. He flicks it on and burns her to a crisp with Dean's homemade torch. 

Later, we drive Ben back home and he runs out to hug his mom as we see her, Elijah and Peyton outside of his house. "Ben?! Ben! Baby, are you okay?" Lisa asked in a panicked. "I'm okay, Mom." Ben said. "Oh, my God." Lisa said, sobbing. Then Peyton hugs Ben for a moment then Eljiah goes to hug Ben as well. 

"Hey, buddy." He said as Lisa looks over at us. "What the hell just happened?" She asked. "We'll explain everything if you want us to, but, trust me, you probably don't. The important thing is, is that Ben's safe." Dean said and Elijah turns to Lisa. "You might want to listen to them." He said and she nods then turns to us.

"Thank you." She said and she hugs Dean then hugs me. "Thank you." She said, appreciatevly. "I'm gonna give you guys some time." Sam said and we nod at him. "Come on." Lisa said and she leads the way back into the house and Dean, Elijah, Peyton and I follow.

Later, Ben and Peyton were sitting at the kitchen table talking and playing a portable game while us adults were in the hallway. "Changelings?" Lisa asked us, suspiciously and confused. "You know how I never mentioned my job? This is my job." Dean said to her. "I so didn't want to know that." Lisa said then she turns to Elijah.

"Did you know about this?" She asked him and Elijah looks down. "Yeah, I knew this was their job. That's how (y/n) and I met as I was involved with one of her jobs years ago." Elijah said and Lisa stares at him for a moment then looks down before she looks at Ben.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" She asked. "Yeah. I think he'll be fine." Dean said then he sighs and turns to Lisa. "Okay, seriously...I mean, you're a hundred percent sure that he is not mine, right?" He asked and Lisa smiles. "You're off the hook. I did a blood test when he was a baby." She replied.

"Oh." Dean said. "There was this guy – some bar back in a biker joint." She replied and Dean gives her a look. "What? I had a type. Leather jacket, couple of scars, no mailing address? I was there. Guess I was a little wild back then." Lisa said then she looks at Ben. "Before I became a mom." She said then she turns back to Dean. "So yeah. You can relax." She said. "Good." Dean said.

"Plus, I got a good man here to help me take care of him." Lisa said as she looks over at Elijah and takes his hand, making Dean and I look between them. Elijah gives an embarrassed and shy smile at this. "We haven't really gone public yet as we just started this up but...yeah, we're together." Elijah said and I smiled at him.

"Well, congrats, Eli. You deserve it." I said and he nods. "Thanks, (y/n). I'm glad I got to see you." He said and I nod. "Me too." I said and wr hug each other then I look over at Lisa and smile at her. "Take care of him." I said and she nods while Elijah turns to Dean.

"And you take good care of this woman." Elijah said to Dean and Dean nods. "Of course, that's the plan." He said and he takes my hand and we head out.

We walk out of the house when Dean looks back out towards the window and I follow his gaze to see him looking through the window at Ben, wistfully. "Dean, you okay?" I asked him. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine." He said. 

"You sure? Ever since Lisa said that Ben wasn't yours, you seem disappointed." I said and he sighs. "Yeah, I don't know. It's weird, you know her life...I mean, this house and a kid...it's not my life. Never will be. With what's happened to me recently, and the situation I'm in– you start to think, you know. I'm gonna be gone one day, and what am I leaving behind besides a car?" He asked and I give him a sad look before I cup his face in my hands and stroke his cheek with my thumb.

"I don't know. Ben may not be your kid, but...he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. That's a lot if you ask me. And I'm sure it meant alot to Lisa." I said. Dean smirks a bit then he looks through the window then back to me. "I would've been proud to have been his dad." He said and I smiled at him.

"I know you would've. I think any kid would be proud you were their dad " I said. Dean smiles then I lean up and kissed him and he kisses me back. "C'mon, let's go have some fun together, just you and me." I said and Dean smiles again. "I'd like that." He said and we head off.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.62 The pit stop

The night ran away from us, and I wanted to let Dad go to bed. Sophia also needed to go home, but there was something I longed to do but never had the courage to do solo. Had I asked Mama to accompany me, she would have been thrilled, but she would have made it about herself. I had no specific reason for feeling that night was the night, but I wanted to take the chance and hoped Sophia would be open to it. She made me brave.

"Hey, ummm...I know it's getting late, and you need to get to bed, but would you mind if we made a quick stop in Newcrest?"

A glimmer appeared in her eyes.

"Your mom's house?"

"Ha! No. Well...not exactly."

As we left Dad's house, she gave me a suspicious look. An unusual feeling of guilt came over me when we got to Newcrest. It felt weird being in the same city as my mom but not going to see her. I watched Sophia closely for any signs of unease as we reached our destination, the cemetery.

"What are we doing here?" she asked curiously.

At least she wasn't afraid.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but I haven't been brave enough to come alone."

She nodded and grabbed my hand. Though I hadn't been there in many years, I found my grandparents' graves as if I had visited every weekend.

"This is my family," I said. "My grandparents, my mom's dogs..."

She peered at all the graves, reading the epitaphs, silently getting to know everyone.

"Gammy—that's what I called my grandmother. She died a day or two before my child birthday. I don't remember her because I was so young, but I know I loved her. I can remember that, but not her. Isn't that weird?"

"Not at all. Love is powerful like that."

"Yeah... I guess it is. My mom brought us here once. Well, twice, but I was way too young to remember the first time. I've wanted to come back here ever since to see if I could meet her. Maybe she could tell me about our life together."

Sweet Sophia threw her arm around my waist.

"I hope she shows up."

The bitter cold cut through us as we stood around waiting for something to happen. To pass the time, I read the epitaphs on the graves too, since it had been a while. I noticed there were only two dog graves, not three. Mama must still have Tofu in the house with her. I understood why she'd keep her, but that couldn't have been healthy. Not only was it a constant reminder of her death, but also what if her ghost showed up? Was it really helpful to carry on with a ghost as if nothing happened?

Speaking of ghosts, one dog came out of the grave in a cloud of smoke. He stood on the plot for a while, taking in his surroundings and paying us no mind.

"Who is that?" Sophia asked.

"I don't know. Never met that one. I vaguely remember the one I used to know."

Out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind and threw their arms around me. I thought Sophia had become unexpectedly emotional, but it turned out to be my Gammy!

"Is that my baby??" she shouted.

"Gammy?!"

I embraced her back, squeezing as tight as I could, not believing my eyes. She looked just like she did in all my pictures...minus being transparent, of course.

"What are you doing out here in this cold??" she scolded.

I laughed. That was such a grandma question.

"I came to see you, Gammy!"

"You sure picked a doozy!"

It was strange that I couldn't recall her voice, yet it sounded oddly familiar.

"You've been on my mind a lot lately," I said, "but I don't really remember you. Only that I loved you a lot. I thought if I came here, I could meet you and you could tell me about life before...ummm... Oh, this is my girlfriend!"

Sophia waved.

"I'm Sophia! It's really good to meet you."

"Well, aren't you beautiful," Gammy said. "And so polite and well-spoken! You did good, handsome!"

My face was already red from it being so cold, but if it wasn't, I'm sure I would have blushed. This was so freaky! I'd been a fan of this woman my whole life without knowing her, and now she floated before me, giving out compliments like candy.

"I've gotta call Mama! She's gonna freak out!"

Gammy swatted at me.

"Uh uh! She can come see me anytime! I want you all to myself!"

I put my phone away.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Tell me everything! Where do you live? What do you do? How did you meet this pretty young thing??"

I began my tale in Mt. Komorebi, right after my birthday, right before I almost knocked down Sophia from running inside to get out of the storm. I told her about falling in love with yoga and moving to San Sequoia with Dad all the way to moving in with Sophia.

She high-fived Sophia.

"YES, girl! These men don't know what they want. Sometimes we gotta tell 'em what they want! I am not mad at this! Not at all! You got you a real one, baby! She's gonna keep you in line!"

We all laughed. She was so spunky. It was easy to envision Less and I having a blast with her.

"Your grandson doesn't need keeping in line, though," Sophia said.

Gammy gazed at me.

"Don't I know it. He's a proper gentleman, just like his daddy. How's he doing, anyway?"

"He's good. Getting ready to retire. And...uhhh...he's making friends."

"Good for him! Watcher knows he needs something good after your mama shred him to pieces!"

Mama's other dog woke up and began barking. His volume was incredibly loud and terrifying! I'd never been so startled in all my life.

"What the hell is that??"

"Shush, Hunter! We have company! Ol' loud self!"

"Was he mean?" I asked.

"That ol' Casanova? He's just loud and don't know how to act! Your mama spoiled him rotten and didn't teach him a thing!"

She was so colorful. Her powerful presence made it clear how I could still love her with no memories. She was just one of those sims that made a huge impression.

"I see y'all over there freezing," she said. "Go on and get outta here, now. Come back and see me when it's warm!"

As much as I wanted to whine and say something akin to "five more minutes," I couldn't deny how good dusty ol' Oasis Springs sounded. Besides, I promised Sophia it would be a quick stop, so I threw my arms around Gammy again and said goodbye.

"I'm so glad I got a chance to reconnect with you," I said. "I'll be back. I promise."

"Maybe next time you come, she'll be your wife!" She turned toward Sophia. "You like how I did that? I got you, girl!"

So meddling was a family trait, huh? Got it.

While leaving the cemetery, we overheard Gammy fussing at Hunter, and it was the funniest thing I'd heard all day.

"She was so fun," Sophia said.

"Right? We have to go see Mama tomorrow and tell her about this."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Look, I know I said I wasn't ready, but honestly, it doesn't feel right trying to hide something this big from her. Everyone but her knows about you now. I'll deal with whatever she throws at us."

She held my hand.

"If you say so."

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[saminator]

the joys of being a masculine trans man

Today, sometime around 9:30 pm, I had an epiphany. Maybe I finally found the joy of being trans. I'd always heard people say it, but I thought it was bullshit. Until today, being trans had caused me nothing but misery and fury. If you asked me anytime before today, April 3rd, 2024, at 9:30 pm pst, whether or not I liked being trans, it would have been a hard no.

I have prom coming up. I'm going to the prom at the school I would have gone to if I'd stayed in my middle school's town. I know a lot of people there, and three of the people at that school are the only hope I used to have when I was 14 and 15, still figuring myself and the world out. Don't get me wrong, I still am, but I was so unhappy back then, and they offered me unlimited comfort. Anyway! I'm going to prom with them and I was kind of excited about it. I'd been having a hard time getting myself to be excited about anything lately. I told my parents I needed a suit for prom and they asked if I could wear something I already had. I said no. All I have are two blazers from the women's section that I got in 2021, one red and one gray, which are incredibly comfortable and nice but they were from a time when I wasn't allowed to shop in the men's or boy's section, and another 3-piece suit which is a bit too large for me that my ex-girlfriend (who's trans) gave to me because I would enjoy it far more than she ever did. I'd also borrowed a blazer from a friend, and again, while it was wonderful, it was also from the women's section. I wanted something new, something that I picked, something that fit me and made me feel okay. So, we started looking for one.

My dad and I went to the mall two days ago to try and look for a suit, but they were either really expensive, or just not my size. Then, my mom told me to look for it online and have my dad pick it up on the way back home from work. I did that. I ordered a gray blazer and dark blue dress pants from the boy's section. My dad got them home. I tried them on. I loved it more than I had ever loved any piece of clothing before. My dad was so encouraging about making sure I looked good and he kept suggesting different variations I could try of the outfit. After a whole hour of trying on different shirts under the blazer and showing my mom and having her feedback on it, I went to go change. Then my dad called me, saying "don't change! wear your blazer!" and asked me to move the trash bins into our backyard because it's extremely windy and they were being knocked over (also because HOA hates when trash bins are left out apparently). So I went to do that.

And I was walking down the driveway with the wind blowing in my hair, I thought Wait. Is this what they mean by the "joy of being trans?" Earlier, I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror because I looked so fucking handsome it was UNBELIEVABLE. My smile didn't feel ugly, my hair didn't feel shabby, my entire body didn't feel like a mistake. And now, in the wind, dragging the landfill bin behind me, I felt happy with being trans.

I don't care if others don't see me as a man. The mirror sees me as a man. That's all that matters. The sheer happiness I felt wearing a suit that wasn't someone else's or from the women's section or too big or not mine was crazy, Suddenly, my short height, my high-pitched voice that no matter how deep I try to make it still gets me misgendered, and my un-muscular body didn't matter. I WAS IN A FUCKING SUIT THAT I LIKED THAT FIT ME THAT WAS FROM THE BOYS SECTION THAT MY PARENTS ALSO LIKED THAT KEPT ME WARM IN THE WIND. I was smiling like a maniac on the way to the backyard.

I'm sure this experience doesn't just happen to masculine trans men. Maybe you're a cis man reading this and you're short, have a high-pitched voice, and aren't jacked up. I see you, and I know how isolating it can feel to be the way you are, no matter how hard you try. I've tried working out to get muscles. I can't gain weight easily. I'm literally 5'1'' and 90 pounds. I hate it. But who cares! I have a suit that's sexier than sex!

I love being masculine. That's something you won't hear people say often because masculinity is demonized because it was always weaponized in the past (and still is). But I'm not all of those men. I'm my own man and I choose to love and embrace masculinity. What is masculinity anyway???? Is it suits? Is it being built? Is it having a deep voice? Is it having a beard? Is it being tall? Is it doing taxing manual labor? No! It's none of those things objectively, not even the suits. I've said this before and I'll continue saying it, if wearing dresses or skirts or doing makeup makes you feel masculine or is your definition of masculinity, hell yeah! Go for it! To me, masculinity is home. It's looking at myself and smiling because I look good. It's wearing a suit and feeling warm and cozy and ready to do anything. It's having a better relationship with my parents because we're all trying our best. It's being daring and taking risks just because I want to. Femininity couldn't give me any of this.

Especially in a time like now, where no trans space is safe from discussions of the happenings of the world, the world where people want to erase us because they think we're a threat. The fact that people are afraid of us is astonishing. But we persevere, we wear our suits or dresses or overalls or corsets or fishnets or khakis or hoodies and we pursue happiness because it's comforting to think that it exists for us. And it does. If someone like me could find euphoria in being trans, anyone can.

But yeah, in conclusion, the joy of being a masculine trans man is trying on your prom suit with the wind blowing 18 miles per hour in your hair and feeling alive and manly masculine male >:)

[tlouxobsessed]

College Affairs

CHAPTER II ------------------ I knew I had to be up soon, I had previously been woken up early by Ellie's rumbling around the room. She had realized she woke me up which resulted in her leaving the room slamming the door shut. No idea what the fuck her problem was, I snatched my phone off of the bedside table, I checked my notifications quickly.

I had a few missed texts from my sister, dad and lila. All asking me how my night went,I dismissed the messages deciding I had to get up. I threw my hair sloppily up so I could wash my face and brush my teeth.

I put on a tight white tank top, some dark blue sweats from Brandy along with my UGG slip ons. I was exhausted I slept horribly, Ellie fucking snores and mumbles in her sleep.

~ bleep bleep ~

I glanced over at my bed, my screen lit up. I picked up the device scanning it...

dina<3 - Heyy Jesse is having a party on Friday! you should totally come ;) maybe you'll find a hot babe to bring home.

My eyes lit up, this was my chance I'd have a distraction from Ellie and her slut behavior and Katie could see that I'm not interested. I grabbed my grey hoodie heading out the door after grabbing my keys, throwing on my backpack and grabbing my tote.

I stopped at a nearby coffee shop, I ordered my usual which consisted of a bagel and a Chai.

"Y/n? here is your order" The muscular girl said handed me my drink, she was attractive. The way her veins bursted out when she held onto the cup and bagged bagel. Her crystal blue eyes stared into mine, her tight blonde hair pulled back into a braid. She was very, VERY hot. I thanked her slightly stumbling over my words, I was going to walk out slowly as I heard somebody talking to her.

"oooo Abby I saw you checking her outtttt, you were suppoused to clock out ten minutes ago but you stayed to serve her OOOOO" some boy said to her. He was maybe sixteen, shortish, dark brown almost black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a scar on the side of his face leading up away from the edges of his mouth.

"LEV!!! shut the fuck up!!!" she shouted. I chuckled walking out of the cafe checking the time. '9:10'

"fucking shit-" I ran to my car, I had class at 9:25 I needed to hurry. Once I made it into class I had bumped into somebody, the girl who just so happened to be Ellie. "where you goin' in such a rush baby- oh it's you sorry....here" she said holding the door open for me. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity and slut-like behavior making my way into class, I sat down preparing my shit for the next two 1/2 hours of lecturing.

I headed back to my dorm once it was over, it was roughly late noon now, I was tired and ready for a fat fucking nap by now. I walked in on an empty bed. 'hmm seems like Ellie was here' I thought to myself. I hopped onto my bed, lifting up my arms taking off my shirt then pants. I was left in just a revealing sports bra and some girl boxers. I yawned as I drifted to sleep eventually.

~ Ellie point of view ~

I had left in a rush when I realized she woke up, I was pissed at myself. I found her so attractive, the way y/n's jaw was perfectly sharp at the edges. Her beautiful blue eyes that shined bright, her tits that were huge since I had last seen her. Her ass was round and plump, I often found myself wondering what it'd feel like bouncing on my strap. I felt myself getting hot and bothered just thinking about it. AND to make matters WORSE, I had a fucking girlfriend. Yesterday when I had realized I found myself staring at her tits, I forced myself to look away.

I have never been loyal to Cat, we had a somewhat open relationship; we were into threesomes but never poly shit. I always flirted with other girls, never near her though, I mean she doesn't know but I couldn't really care less.

Yesterday I caught myself then knew I needed release so I went over Cat's....

~ flashback ~

"hey baby, it's me" I said pounding on her door, she didn't live in a dorm. She lived a few streets away in an apartment building, she's going to a alternative school for tattooing; not some fancy shmancy art school, not that she can't afford it because her apartment, as well as her families over 500k a year says other wise.

"hi, what're you doing here?" she asked wearing an oversized T, her hair matted from sleep. She rubbed her eyes welcoming me in, I immediately came in pushing her against the wall slipping my tongue into her mouth. She let out a moan while I smirked, I slipped my hand into her little pink panties rubbing in between her folds, a small moan escaping her mouth.

"oh so that's why you're here?" She sighed out, what the fuck? why was she mad.

"ellie...you haven't fucking texted me all day! you got a new roommate who is a FRESHIE. You ignored me yesterday too after we got into the argument about Sarah, and you're just going to come over here? to what? fuck me? because you're horny? no ellie. You are not going to use me. Go fuck one of your little snapchat hoes, or better yet! go fuck your new roomie, I'm sure she'd like that." She screamed at me until I walked out of her apartment, I was furious. I got in the front hall of the building immediately punching the nearby wall releasing some pent up anger. I furrowed my brows while holding my bloodied fist.

I was mad and horny now, so I'd do what I always did when I was. I pulled out my phone clicking on 'sarah' I needed it now.

ellie - hi w r u doin' ?

sarah - hiiiii i haven't heard from you in so long i miss you :(((( but nothin' much! wanna come over :)

She was sickly sweet, but she had some bomb ass tight pussy. I was down if she was, honestly I didn't care if she wasn't down. She found me hot, she was vulnerable and her ex broke up with her a few months ago. She came to me sobbing so I showed her what real pleasure is.

ellie - omw

I pressed send and started making my way back to the dorms.

I knocked on her door until she opened it, she looked at me smiling. She was 5'3, a long blonde haired blue eyed girl. She was a fucking bimbo. Huge tits, fat ass, I was so ready. I had brought in my car strap that I always kept for emergencies.

I pushed my way into the house plopping on her couch, the sofa was a sage green with cute pink and orange pillows. Her dorm was a singular one, she was a rich cunt who spent all daddys money. She was able to get a single dorm for just herself, it was larger than most dorms but smaller than an apartment. But it did have three separate rooms not counting the bathroom.

She sat next to me spreading her legs a little and scooting her ass closer to me, I grabbed a hold of it spanking it causing her to let out a moan. She was genuinely kind of gross, she was annoying and sweet. She made me want to fuck her inside out. I grabbed her other ass cheek smacking them both at the same time, she gasped which made me roll my eyes in annoyance.

I pushed her shorts to the side, I ran my fingers through her folds causing an actual moan to release. I felt calmer now, I rubbed a little until I got bored with her exaggerated moans. I pulled her shorts off then her panties, I slipped down off of the couch, I was on the floor now; she on the couch with her legs wide open.

Her sopping cunt right in my face waiting to be devoured, I licked my lips as I slowly went in. I licked slow, intense circles around her clitoris. "oh my god ellie-" she said pulling my head into her heat. I forgot how much I love fucking her. She's so vulnerable, god. I needed her to cum all over me.

I went faster and faster, my fingers sped up inside her curling up. This caused her to break. Her white, creamy cum covered my fingers and upper lip. I licked it off, pulling my fingers out forcing her to lick them.

"mhmmfffphmm" she sucked on my fingers which made me a little grossed out, I pulled them away pulling her up then pushing her body up then down. Her ass was up now, I quickly strapped up, I stuck my two fingers into her mouth, gagging her to get the goopy spit I needed as lube. She gagged then moaned.

She was dripping my her spit added to the sex aspect of this, I began rubbing her salvia on my red and green strap, I pushed it in her. She groaned out in pain and pleasure as I began my grind.

She finally was done after an hour of taking it like a slut, I pulled it out covered in her cum. "suck it baby" I said, she got on her knees taking my silicon member into her mouth, deepening it into her soft, pink throat. I moaned out, I could almost feel it, almost.

I pushed her head away after a solid five minutes of receiving on the faux cock.

She glanced at me with her puppy eyes, god why was she doing this?

"g'nna head out now, text ya after" I said sliding off my strap, picking it up and using the cleaner I had brought. I headed out the door before she could convince me for a round two.

~ flashback over back to present day ~

I walked into the dorm, unlocking it as quietly as I could. When I walked inside the small room. Y/n laying in her bed, her upper back out while laying on her stomach.

Her back was toned perfectly her creamy skin was sexy, I could see her tight, grey Calvin Klein bra cling to her body. Jesus I wanted to fuck the life out of her, below that was the rim of some boxers, a slight few of her lower right ass cheek was out. I felt myself throbbing, my cunt was soaked. I had to do something, I walked over to her quietly.

I knew she was tired, I was loud last night so she wouldn't wake up, hopefully. Or maybe she would and look deeply into my eyes to say "please fuck me daddy" jesus-

I clutched my chest getting a hold of my breathing once again, I slowly reached over rubbing my fingers tips against her warm back. She was milky smooth, her skin felt like butter. I wanted to melt, I was melting. I saw her body suddenly twitch a little.

"shit" I cursed under my breath, running over to my bed plopping on it pretending to be on my phone.

Y/n turned over stretching, her massive tits recoiling as she sat up to crack her back. Her stomach was amazingly flat and toned, she has a small pudge that was her uterus, she was perfect. Oh my god I needed her. I felt my mouth become watery and my mind became cloudy with images of her begging me to be inside her.

She stood up stumbling over to the bathroom; she must've not realized I was here, she hadn't even opened her eyes yet.

I watched her waddle over to the door, her ass cheeks jiggling with each step. I licked my lips smacking myself aside the head. I needed her.

She came out after a few minutes, still mostly naked. She bent over grabbing ahold of her tank putting that on then her sweats.

"oh hey.." she said awkwardly turning away from me. I didn't know what to say. I looked up at her raised my eyebrow then looked back down at my phone.

fuck...

~ Y/n point of view ~

"ok then-" I said boosting myself back onto my bed.

'hmm I need something to wear for Friday, I have tomorrow but after that It's the party so I need to figure it out now' I pondered on what I could possibly wear. Defiantly something slutty.

I opened up my drawer looking at my dress section, I settled on a small, tight dark red dress. It bad three holes going along the center, my tits would be out and my lower ass cheek whenever I got frisky or even bent over. I decided on some black heals to go with that, and some smokey make-up.

"what're you doing?" Ellie questioned seeing my put the revealing dress rested on my bed. "huh?" I played dumb. "what are you wearing that to??" she questioned, her brows furrowed into a thin line.

"party Friday" I answered.

"oooo shit Jesse's? I'm going too, lemme give y'a ride"

"no I'm okay"

"c'mon y/n don't be a stuck up, lemme take you-"

"ok fine but if you get too drunk to drive me home then no" I complied finally.

She nodded, smirking looking down at my tits then back at me.

I was getting there, slowly but surely.

The night went by painfully slow, but eventually it was the next day. I hadn't spoken to Katie in awhile. Maybe I should text her? no she's too mad, but she told me to always make amends with her if we are fighting.

y/n - hi katie, r u ok?

y/n - helloooo

y/n - mhmm dude srsly ?

I waited, and waited but she didn't respond. I was annoyed and sick of her childish behavior until I heard the ping she had set on my phone for her. "I want you to know when I text you!" therefore she set a fucking custom sound.

katieee my lovey - yea?

y/n - seriously? kate you haven't spoken to me in a day almost two, what's up? ttm

katieee my lovey - i think you know what's up y/n

y/n - no i rlly don't kate so tell me

katieee my lovey - you know i never stopped liking you, you always lead me on with laying on me or inviting me over with weird sexual sayings along with that. you know i want you and suddenly you're crushing on your roomie? ellie has been a player since 14 dude. ur setting ur self up. you'd be better off w me y/n and yk it. i catch you staring at my tits or ass all the time yet you never pull anything; and i never say anything so i dont embarrass you. I Love You Y/N.

I didn't even know what to say, I really didn't especially when Ellie came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

I needed to be bold, I don't care if Katie is right Ellie is sexy and I want her in me. I marched up to Ellie who had her back turned to me, her muscles flexing as she bent down to scoop up her sports bra.

"...ellie.." I said breathing out rapidly, I was terrified.

"yeah?" she said turning around, her sexy collar bone sticking out, her muscles flexing, her veins purtruding because of the hot shower. Her hair soaked, her green eyes shining. I needed her.

I looked from her lips to her eyes, up and down again until she pulled me in. She smashed her lips against mine..."fuckk ellie.." I moaned out when she pulled away to stare at me. I leaned back in, she cupped one of my breasts through my tank, I moaned out again. My nipples went rock hard and my cunt throbbing for some attention.

I began to tug on the towel....

"no" Ellie said bluntly, my mouth dropped to the floor. How could I be so dumb? she just wanted to fuck me. She probably was a no touch. Shit. She came a step closer towards me.

"c'mon baby take off that pretty tight shirt of yours and let me have my way with you-"

*bing bing*

fuck. Katie.

Ellie rolled her eyes grabbing her shit going back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. I just fucked up so much worse. Holy shit.

katieee my lovey - see dude? fuck you y/n seriously fuck you.

I fucked up BIG time.

I sat on my bed read adjusting my tank trying to calm my breathing, my sopping pussy was sticking to my panties. I needed to do something intense tomorrow, I needed some serious friction. I knew I was going to need to take someone home with me, but who? god y/n you're going crazy!

hi guys ;) I hope you're enjoying, the beginning of next chapter will be in Ellie's point of viewwwwwww!! and an Abby smut will be posted laterrrrr, and possibly an Ellie x Abby oneshot but that might be posted on wattpad @tlouxobsessed ;)))))))

Anyways have a great day/night/afternoon!!!

Part 3

[sunny44]

All these years (Part 2)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: bad words, fights and maybe more things

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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It was a long journey to Monaco.

My mother wanted me to stay at home and I really didn't want to, so I just arrived at the hotel I was going to stay at.

"What do you mean there's a problem with my accommodation?"

"I'm sorry Miss Y/l/n but your reservation was canceled two days ago."

"I didn't fucking cancel it."

"I did." I turned and saw my mother standing there. "Come on, Y/n."

"I'm sorry." said the receptionist who agreed and I followed my mother outside. "What's wrong with you? I said I didn't want to stay at your house."

"And I said I don't care what you want or don't want."

"So you called the hotel impersonating me and canceled my reservation? How did you know I'd be staying at this hotel?"

"It was obvious that you'd be staying in the hotel closest to us." I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady."

"Then stop acting like you're the boss of me."

"But I am."

"No, you're not, the moment I moved out of your house and started supporting myself you lost that right and in case you can't count it's been years."

"Get in the car."

"I'm not going home, I told you."

"And I've told you that none of the other hotels will accept you there, so you either stay at home or sleep on the street. Now get in the car."

"I came by car so I don't need your ride."

I got into the car and slammed the door, driving off as fast as I could.

This was another reason why I hated coming here.

My mother.

Ever since Charles and I split up, she turned into this completely cold person, said I'd ruined everything and that I should have said no to the promotion and stayed here.

But her vision of a woman with the perfect life was to be married to a guy who worked to support his wife and kids.

That's what her mother, my grandmother, taught her, and that's why she's always been like that, so she thought I'd fall for it too.

I got home and after parking I saw my father coming out of the house and he smiled when he saw me.

"Hi my love, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Dad." I hugged him tightly and he kissed my forehead.

"Where's your mom?"

"She’s probably coming, I drove here."

"She said she'd pick you up."

"She did, but I drove from Milan so...”

"You had a fight, didn't you?" I agreed. "Love, you have to make things right with her."

"No, she's the one who has to apologize to me." I looked at him. "Since when is a mother disappointed by her daughter's success?"

"She wasn't disappointed in you."

"Yes, she was and you know it, her dream was for me to marry him, get pregnant and live the life of a madam who doesn't do anything the way she does."

"Darling, your mother was raised like that.”

"So was I, but I took different paths, so it's her fault. We decided our own future and she decided hers and I decided mine." he agrees quietly. "Can you believe she canceled my hotel reservation and even called others so they wouldn't accept me just so I'd stay here?"

"Did you do this Jessica?" He asks and I turn around to see my mother standing there.

"You're barely home and you're already causing friction between me and your father, aren't you?"

"There wouldn't be any friction if you didn't do shit like that."

"Look at the way you talk to me in my house," she says angrily.

"I didn't even want to be here, you brought me here so take the consequences."

I picked up my suitcases and took them to my old room. It was completely different, but since I'd taken most of the things that made up my room, it ended up becoming a guest room.

"Y/n." Knocks on the door and enters. "We are having dinner later at the Leclerc's, okay?"

"I don't think I'm going."

"Why not?"

"Kind of obvious, isn't it?" I say and he laughs.

That's what I liked most about my father, he understood my jokes and ironies and was always in a good mood.

"Well, it's up to you, but Arthur asked me to tell you that if you didn't show up he’d come and pick you up."

"Then he'll have to come." My father laughs and leaves.

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[xiv-wolfram]

Masking - Comic Script

Prequel - Age 16

A look into Wolfram's life as a teenager and interactions with his family. I'm hoping people get the many subtexts in this one cuz I'm tired of thought bubbles. 😂

Wolfram Saga Comics

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Teenage Wolfram and Klaus walking around the ruins of Schism. Wolf looking unamused. Klaus talking excitedly “- and her parents taught her to weave! You should have seen her shawl. The embroidery was -” Note - ‘Wolfram Age 16 Burdened Eldest Brother’ ‘Klaus Age 15 Carefree Younger Brother’

Wolf annoyed “*Really?!* Are girls all you think about these days? The business is failing, that bastard king destroyed the very place we walk, there are rumors of Garleans at the Western borders, our sister's run off again, and your mind travels to the new neighbor?”

A) Klaus frowns “Come now, Wolf. It's not as if there's anything I can do about those other things.” B) Wolf looks over, hurt frown “You could show others how angry I know you are so I'm not alone.”

Klaus smiles sadly and puts a hand on Wolf’s back in comfort “What's the point in showing anger? If this is really about Grandpa, I miss him too. I wasn't there, but there was nothing you could have done for him.” Wolf sighs in defeat “Funny, I'm the one with the gift, but it's as if you're reading me. It was his time. I know I couldn't save him…my mind knows anyroad.”

A) Klaus smiles “Well have your mind tell your body to stop moping about and sleeping all day, yeah?” B) Wolf embarrassed, defensive “I'm just tired is all. I have to work more than you since I'm not worth teaching. Worry about your studies, not me.”

A) Wolf smiles, deflecting “Anyroad, tell me about the Roegadyn girl.” Thought ‘Perhaps if I smile enough they'll all stop asking if I'm okay.’ B) Klaus beams “Ah! Well she's sooo tall and pretty. I saw her light a torch and she didn't even need a ladder!”

Wolf laughs “Really?! That's what you're into? A gal who can tower over you?” Klaus smug “Nothing wrong with appreciating someone for their strengths… in her case both figurative and literal.”

A) Klaus smiles encouragingly - "You'll understand when you have a girlfriend." B) Wolf smirks, chuckling - "I don't want a girlfriend."

Klaus elbows him, laughing - "Or a boyfriend. You know what I meant." Wolf scoffs - "I don't want one of those either. Everyone around here is so boring."

A) Klaus pouts - "Well I think Falling Blossom is interesting." B) Wolf smirks - "I'm sure she is. Good luck with your courting or whatever." Thought ‘Sounds perfectly normal - boring.’

A) Klaus looks off, stars in eyes "I bet she’d have to pick me up to kiss.” B) Wolf snorts “I wouldn't suggest saying that to her. Compliment her actions - the things she got to choose.”

Klaus glances at Wolf curiously "What do you know about woo-ing women? Have you even kissed anyone yet?"

A) Wolf scoffs matter-of-factly "No. If everyone around here is boring why would I want to kiss them?" B) Klaus confused "Well, you know…because they're pretty? Or handsome. Whatever."

Wolf shrugs “A person simply having good looks doesn't make me interested. If you have an idea to change that I'd hear it. Dad’s already said he's worried about me…and then told me a bunch of other things I have no use for.”

Klaus ponders "You're just… odd. Maybe it works in reverse for you? If you kiss someone first you'll start to like them? What about trying with inn guests? There are often travelers our age and it won't be awkward since they’ll leave.”

Wolf ponders "Worth a try. I suppose it makes sense… I didn't like mushrooms until you snuck them into those flatbread the other day." Klaus chuckles "Aye, it's exactly like that."

Zoomed out shot as they're almost to the main area. Off camera shriek. They run.

Young girl facing a large Spector. 

She dodges an attack.

A) Little fist colliding with the Spector’s face. B) Spector fading .

Ana smirks proudly “That arsehole snuck up on me while I was playing with its friend. Coward. So, is dinner ready then?” Note - 'Ana - Age 9 - Rowdy Little Sister'

Klaus chuckles, a hand on his chakram belt. “Language, miss.” Wolf holding his sword, looking serious. He was just ready for battle. “Hells, let's get out of here. Your cry will have drawn more. Without magic we won't be able to fight them all.”

Wolf picks Ana up, looking at her in amusement - “I'm not sure this is what Mum meant when she was explaining the importance of the spirits here finding rest.” Ana grinning “I'm quicker than waiting on some ol’ geezer to light incense or what-have-you.”

Wolf walking out giving Ana a piggyback ride. Klaus dusting off her shoulder, smiling - “So, warrior priestess, after dinner I'll read you an extra story while Wolf does the dishes if you promise not to tell our parents we let you fight the dead.” Ana grins “I want a story from Wolfie! He makes them up just for me!” Wolf grins “Fine, but no more gladiator stories. I'm clearly being a bad influence.” Thought ‘Gods, I just want to sleep.’

Wolfram Saga Comics

[ohwynne]

Wynne📲📞Ariadne

TIMING: The night of the Ireland gang's arrival.

Wynne: [User sounds like they've just woken up because they have when the line clicks.] Aria? Hi. I'm alone, I can — I'm back. I'm at Emilio's house, he put me ... he put me to bed, I must have fallen asleep. Hi. Ariadne: [User picks up the phone right away when she sees Wynne’s photo and name come up.] Hi. I love you. I — you’re with Emilio? That’s good. You deserve sleep.  Wynne: I love you too. I missed you so much. I'm so tired. I don't know what time it is in Ireland but I don't think I slept much there anyway. I missed your voice. Ariadne: I missed your voice. I am sorry you didn’t sleep much there. I missed you so, so much. Have you eaten? Wynne: Not much. I think there's a rock in my stomach. A metaphorical one. I will eat when it's morning. It's so late now or early, I don't know. Can I see you tomorrow? Ariadne: Okay. Even just some toast is good. I used to love that. I still like it. I — good. It doesn’t matter if it’s late or early, what matters is that you’re here. You can. Absolutely. Wynne: I have missed having a fridge with food even if I'm not hungry. Banshees have weird food. I ate dry boneios and I thought my mouth was a desert and they tasted so bad and — [User freaks out about the memory of boneios] I'm here, you're right.  Ariadne: That sounds terrible. We can get take out whenever you want. Or my mom or dad can make food for us. Have you ever had lemon poundcake? You are here. And I love you. Do you have enough blankets? Wynne: I would like that. Maybe our favorite. And that too that sounds good. And maybe I won't eat it all or anything because of the bricks in my belly but I'll try okay? I have enough. There are a lot of blankets in this house. Ariadne: We should do our favorite. I’d like that. You don’t have to eat anything. It will just be there as a just in case. I am glad there are a lot of blankets. Wynne: Okay. Me too. I'd like that. I would like that too. I'll just be glad to be with you. Do you want to come over here? Or should I come there? I am at Emilio's right now. Ariadne: Good. I will just be glad to have you with me. To be with you. I don’t want you to have to go anywhere right now. But tomorrow, maybe? Do you — can — I’d love if you came over here. If you’re up for that? Wynne: Why don't you — [User pauses] I can come over tomorrow, for sure. I'll let you know. Okay? What time. You could — [Beat] I'm happy to hear your voice. Ariadne: I will be available at any time you need me. [user feels a bit guilty] I am happy to hear your voice too. I can stay on all night, if you want? If that would help you… Wynne: [User is silent for a moment] It would. I might fall asleep. Is that okay? I'd like to fall asleep with you here. Or, there, but here all the same. Ariadne: [user feels oddly relieved] Yes. I offered because I miss being with you when you fall asleep. You can absolutely fall asleep with me on the phone. I will be here. Wynne: Okay. [User closes their eyes, their phone on their pillow next to them] I love you. Ariadne: [user blows Wynne a kiss over the phone] I love you too. When we first met, just by chance, I thought you were one of the coolest people ever. I still get giddy when I think about our first kiss. I love you so much. [user wants to say forever but is feeling a bit Emotional rn and doesn’t want to cry so she doesn’t] Wynne: That's funny [Sleepy giggles] Because I thought you were so cool too. And now you're my girlfriend. I love you. [User yawns] I'm sleepy Ariadne: Couldn’t ask for a better person to be a girlfriend to. [user smiles, for probably one of the first times in a while] I love you. It makes sense that you’re sleepy. That’s good. Wynne: And I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend. Alright. I love you. Good night. Ariadne: Goodnight. I’ll be here. Sleep well. Love you again. We’re getting extra spring rolls tomorrow.

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Landcaster Legacy Gen 6 Update #14

While Mads was making breakfast, Jackie came into the kitchen and sat down. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you," Jackie said.

"About what?"

"I wanted to ask Mikayla to move in after the term was over," Jackie explained.

"What" Mads exclaimed just as the pan burst into flames.

Mads quickly pounded the fire out. "We've been together for a while now, and I want to take the next step and move in with her," Jackie explained.

"I'm happy you're happy, and I think that's great for the both of you..."

"I have a feeling there's going to be a but," Jackie said.

"I just don't want to be a third wheel around the apartment," Mads admitted. "I definitely think you should ask her to move in, but I think if that's the case then I should move out."

"Are you sure?" Jackie asked. "This is a two-bedroom apartment."

"I'm sure."

"Well maybe you could talk to Ethan during your date tonight, who knows maybe you could move in with him," Jackie suggested.

"We just started dating not too long ago," Mads reminded her.

"But you two have been friends for like three years now so it's not like he's a stranger."

Later that night Ethan greeted Mads with a hug. "I've been looking forward to this all day," Ethan told her.

"Me too," Mads smiled before pulling him in for a kiss.

Mads thought about her conversation with Jackie that morning, "There's some things I wanted to talk to you about," Mads told him.

"That doesn't sound good," Ethan let out a nervous laugh.

"Nothing bad, I swear," Mads assured him.

"So, Jackie is going to have Mikayla move in and I don't want to be a third wheel all the time, and I also want them to have their own privacy. I know we just recently started dating, so this might be too soon, basically I wanted to know if you'd want to move in together?"

"Really?" Ethan exclaimed

"So, you don't think it's too soon?" Mads asked "Maybe a little, but we have been friends for a few years now. Although if I'm being honest, I'd love to be able to see you more," Ethan told her. Mads felt relieved she really wanted to see Ethan more too.

Mads and Ethan continued to discuss Mads' moving plans and it was decided that Mads would move in as soon as term was up. After eating Ethan decided the clean-up while Mads chose a movie to watch in the living room.

After the movie had wrapped up Mads and Ethan continued to chat on the couch. The more Mads got used to the idea of moving in with Ethan the more excited she got, and then her brother's words from the previous night crept up through her mind. "Can I tell you something?" she asked

"Of course," Ethan said. He really had no idea what Mads was about to tell him.

"I really like you, and I want you to know everything about me, even the embarrassing stuff," Mads began.

"The embarrassing stuff?"

"You know how my mom died right before I started High School?"

"It was super hard for me" Mads began to explain "I didn't really know what to do without my mom. My Dad tried to help but it was hard for him because he was dealing with his own grief. I made some friends that were a bad influence, and I did a lot of things that I'm not proud of"

"I still don't see an issue; it was a hard time in your life," Ethan assured her.

"Well, I partied a lot my freshman year. Snuck out of the house almost every night. Ike would always have to come, pick me up and drag my drunken self-back home and hope our dad didn't notice."

"Then sophomore year I started messing around with different boys a lot..." Mads paused and closed her eyes before continuing. "Junior year was when I met Whit, and he forced me to change. Made me join cheerleading pretty much so I could be his personal cheerleader"

Mads pulled away and she was filled with anger looking back at the way Whit treated her "All Whit really wanted from me was to be this perfect girlfriend and I mean it worked. I stopped partying and began to focus on grades and school but he'd always lash out is I wasn't perfect"

Now it was Ethan's turn to get angry. "Basically, I was just always changing to be who everyone else wanted me to be. It wasn't until Whit, and I broke up that I started to figure out the kind of person I wanted to be," Mads finished explaining.

Ethan pulled Mads back in. "I hope you aren't mad," she said.

"I'm not mad," Ethan said calmly. "Well not at you, at Whit. I think it's great that you wanted to share this with me."

"But do you think less of me now?"

"Never," Ethan assured her.

"I think you were mourning your mother, and you let other people pressure you into things you wouldn't have normally done," Ethan told her. "It doesn't make me think less of you, the fact that you chose to tell me all of this just makes me love you even more"

"You love me?"

Ethan hadn't realized at first what he'd said at first but when it finally registered, he said, "I do, I've had a crush on you since the day we met at that party, and every new thing I learn about you just makes me love you more and more."

"I love you too," Mads said.

After a few more hours of talking, both Mads and Ethan had realized that it was now nearly 3 in the morning. Not wanting to disturb Jackie and Mikayla, Ethan let Mads borrow some pajamas and let her spend the night. After all they would be living together in a few short days.

The following morning Mads rushed out of bed and began to panic waking Ethan up.

"What's going on?" He asked sitting up and placing his hands over his head, still clearly tired.

"It's finals day and I haven't studied yet!" Mads exclaimed in horror.

Ethan stood up and tried to calm her down. "You still have a little time before finals start, and you're so freaking smart you don't even need to study, you'll ace your exams no problem," he told Mads. It did seem to calm her down.

"Thank you," Mads leaned up to kiss him

Despite Ethan's words of reassurance, after their kiss Mads still rushed to change and run out the door in order to make it to her final on time.