#and then on sunday my brother came by with his sons gaming laptop with a copy of veilguard installed on it so I could play offline ��� y'all.

[defiledtomb]

rook be upon ye

[oddshelbyout]

Flowers & Chocolates // John Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: On Valentine’s Day, your neighbour John asks you to look after his kids for a few hours and comes back with a gift you had been waiting for.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2372

Author’s Note:

This is a modern au, my first one for Peaky Blinders. I wasn’t sure if I could write a modern fic for this well but I think this turned out to be pretty good. I had to give John’s kids names and it was really hard to decide, I hope they fit well.

This fic really made me get over my writer’s block. I wrote this in one sit and it just put my mood up so much. It’s really fluffy and exactly what I would want my Valentine’s Day to be like.

I hope you share Valentine’s Day with all of your loved ones and show them you appreciate their love. I also hope that this one shot makes you as happy as it made me while writing it. Enjoy <3

English is not my first language and I’m not always confident about my work so please let me know if I make any mistakes or anything I can fix in my writing.

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It was Valentine’s Day. You were single once again and your date for the night was a bottle of cheap red wine.

None of your relationships lasted more than 6 months and you had been spending every Valentine’s Day alone for 3 years. You were convinced the relationship chapter of your life was closed for now.

That morning started like another Sunday morning. You got up, took a shower, made yourself coffee and called it breakfast. You scrolled through Instagram and pretended not to see all the couple posts.

You were actually really glad to be single. You had full freedom, not that a relationship would take it all away but being independant entirely made you feel good. Also all of your past relationships felt one sided and you hadn’t met the right person yet.

This Valentine’s Day was a bit different than the others because you weren’t upset about being single. You were actually upset about not being in a relationship with a specific someone.

That someone was your upstairs neighbour in the small apartment complex you lived in. His name was John and he had four kids. Yes, four kids.

You might ask why that information was so important and the answer is simple. You and John met just because he had kids.

All of the flats besides yours and John’s were rented by university students, that left you as the only choice to babysit John’s kids. You were working independently, you were a graphic artist and you were always at home. That was exactly what John needed.

One summer afternoon, your door knocked. You weren’t expected guests, you barely had them anyway. John stood before you, looked at you with his gentle eyes.

“I have no one, can you watch my kids for an hour?” was the first thing he had said to you. You were also too busy trying to understand who he was and didn’t notice four youngers hiding behind him.

You couldn’t say no. You loved children, you had two younger brothers but they were back in your hometown when you had moved to London. John just left you with the kids and left.

John had two daughters and two sons. Katie, Jocelyn, William and David. Katie was the oldest but definitely wasn’t the most mature one. Jocelyn and William were twins but looked nothing alike though they sounded a lot like each other. David was the youngest and somehow the most mature one.

The oldest was nine and the youngest one was six at the time you met them. They were extremely calm and none of them were troublemakers. They had great interest in your work and asked a lot of questions but also never bothered you.

You loved spending time with them and babysitting them. It has become a routine for you. John would drop them at least a few times a week. It was summer and the kids didn’t go to school. They were with you almost everyday.

You spent so much time with his kids that one day you even joked about getting paid. John had a better offer though. He promised you that he and the kids would make or buy you dinner every weekend to pay you back.

John was a good cook, you had only had take out for one of those dinners once and that was because he was sick. You had become almost like a family.

John was originally from Birmingham, his accent gave it away anyway but he had moved to London with a quick decision after his wife passed away. He had left his brothers and aunt behind in Birmingham but promised them that they’ll be okay.

John had told you that moving to London was the best decision he had taken. It was a new beginning for him and the kids. He was an engineer and London had more opportunities.

Even though you worked from home and didn’t quite reach the goals you had coming to London but it was your best decision too. Best decision after dumping your toxic ex.

Luckily for both you and John, you had formed a great friendship. The kids adored you. John was forever thankful for taking care of them.

That was all going to start changing when schools started and you saw them less and less. You were starting to feel like you didn’t appreciate your time with them enough.

You also realised you had feelings for John. That hurt more when one morning as the kids and him leaving home told you that they were moving. They were going to move out of their flat to a bigger place.

Your heart broke. You knew you’d see them from time to time but you thought it would never be the same warmth you had as neighbours.

That little heartache made Valentine’s Day harder. You could’ve opened your heart out to John and his little family you were introduced to. You had even joined that little family. Shared everything and became so close that you felt like you joined their family

After your coffee and your usual morning Instagram scrolling, you opened your laptop. You had to finish one job before the deadline. Your doorbell rang while you were deep down in work.

You went to the door knowing it was John. You hoped he would be alone. He was not, he had brought the kids again. You were happy to see them but you had one last hope to spend Valentine’s Day with John.

“Sorry Y/N, can you look after them for a few hours?” John said looking at you with puppy eyes. It almost felt like he was apologising for something and it wasn’t for making you look after his children.

“Sure!” you had said, trying to hide the subtle pain in your chest. “I downloaded a new game!” David said, waving his iPad carefully. You smiled You looked back to John, your smile had faded but his was as strong as it was a moment before.

You were hurting because him dropping them off on Valentine's Day meant only one thing. He was going on a date. He didn’t have a partner that you knew of and knew he would tell you if he did. It hurt you so much

“Going on a date?” you asked not being able to hold your curiosity back. “Oh no, just an errand.” John said and you just nodded.

You tried to reply back with a smile but it looked more like you were trying to hide your pain. “Alright, get in kids.” you told the children and John nodded.

“Alright Shelby Clan, I’ll be back in an hour.” John said and that made you genuinely smile. You found it very funny that he called them Shelby Clan. You knew it was the nickname for the whole family but it was still funny hearing him call four kids a clan.

“Bye daddy!” Jocelyn said waving, then they all got in. They ran to the living room which was also your office. “Y/N, are you really working on Valentine’s Day?” Katie asked. You chuckled nervously.

“Well, I’m not dating anyone, so yes.” you admitted and the kids giggled. “What are you laughing at?” you joked and they giggled more. “Would you want to date?” William asked.

“I think I would, if there was a right person.” you said after sitting on your chair. The kids sat on the ground and rested their backs on the side of the couch. David climbed on the couch instead, told you he was more mature.

“Even I am dating someone.” Katie said and Jocelyn gasped. “Who’s the lucky fella?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. All of them kept giggling, “He’s in my class, he bought me a cookie on friday.” Katie said with a big smile.

Watching them giggle and talk to you enthusiastically made your mood go up. You were actually feeling much better thanks to the Shelby Clan.

You went back to work while they were entertaining themselves with the new game David downloaded. The other siblings joined David on the couch too, lşke they should’ve done earlier.

You weren’t close to finishing the work and you were getting stressed about it. Your back started hurting from sitting. Also your stomach growled, reminding you that coffee doesn’t count as a meal.

“Are y’all hungry?” you asked the kids, hoping they would say yes. “Nope.” they all answered at once but Katie had more to say. “Dad said they’ll be cooking for us when he gets back.” they all nodded to Katie’s work.

“I’m eating on my own then.” you mumbled and stood up. “No Y/N, daddy’s cooking for you too.” William said and you smiled for a moment.

Your mind went full on panic mode. You questioned why he would cook for you after he comes back from a date. Even though he had said it wasn’t a date, your conscience didn’t trust his words.

You sat back at your seat but you didn’t want to keep working. The kids seemed so into that game that you also didn’t want to interrupt their fun. You went back to scrolling through Instagram and accepting your loneliness.

Soon the doorbell came to the rescue. You didn’t notice how much time passed so you didn’t think it would be John. You still believed he was on a date.

You opened the door. Your gaze first focused on John’s big smile, you didn’t even notice what he was holding in his hands.

“I’m back.” he said quietly, he was so quiet that you knew for some reason that he didn’t want kids to hear. That was when your gaze fell down from his lips to his hands.

He was holding a box of chocolate and a bouquet of red roses. You gasped and then smiled so big. “You bought me flowers and chocolates.” you said after licking your lips.

“I thought it was the appropriate time to.” John said, you looked at him not getting exactly what he was trying to say. You were so clueless.

“Appropriate time for what?” you asked and he just laughed. He thought you were joking but you were asking seriously. The fact that the corner of your lips were still curled had tricked him.

“I thought you were smarter.” he joked instead of directly answering your question. “Shut up you wanker, tell me!” you laughed after. “Wanker huh? I’m never telling you.” he replied and laughed so hard that you were sure the kids had heard already.

“Come on John Boy!” you said reaching for his hand. “At least give me the chocolates, I’m hungry!” you complained. He pulled them away from you. You laughed at each other, you felt like you were a teenager again.

“No seriously tell me, appropriate time for what?” you asked again, this time with a more serious face. He took a deep breath. He held onto the flowers and chocolates stronger.

“I think this is the appropriate time to ask you out.” John said and you nervously chuckled. You were so happy to hear that your feelings were mutual. You were also angry at yourself for not believing him when he said he had a date.

You two just smiled at each other like idiots without saying anything. At that moment nothing was real, you felt like you were floating in space and your only connection to earth was John.

“You’re asking me out?” you asked just to be sure. “Mhmm.” John nodded, “Y/N Y/L/N would you like to go out with me?” he properly asked. You giggled like a little girl.

“Yes, I will.” you said and hugged him. The corners of the chocolate box hurt you but it was worth it. Your hug was interrupted by Katie.

“Did you ask her out Daddy?” the ten year old asked, he nodded. “He did and now I’m hoping he’s gonna cook us dinner.” you told Katie, you really were hungry like a wolf.

John stepped inside with you. He left the flowers and chocolates on the kitchen counter. He immediately started cooking, you of course were going to help him.

“I hope you’re moving too far away, like the other side of London.” you confessed, that was a concern for you even before his interest in you was official.

“No, just a block away so the kids don’t have to change schools.” John said as he was cutting tomatoes. “A bigger place?” you asked, you were trying to get your own mind to justify the reason they’re moving for.

“Yes and you’re always welcome, nothing changes.” John said, he turned to you and smiled big. You returned his smile with a bigger one. Your eyes stuck at his lips, they looked so full and red. So kissable.

“Nothing changes.” you repeated and took a deep breath. He stopped cutting the tomatoes. He licked his lips, “Maybe some things can change.” he said and kissed you.

What a kiss it was. You weren’t in the children’s sight. It was the best kiss you ever had. With his lips touching yours and his tongue slipping into your mouth, both of you lost contact to earth. You were both floating in space, you didn’t even need air. As long as you had each other, you didn’t even have to have contact to earth.

You kissed for so long. You kissed like it was your last moment alive. You kissed with so much passion and you thought the heartache waiting for him gave you was totally worth it. When you finally parted, the only reason was that you were out of breath and you had a meal to cook.

Your Valentine’s Day was the exact opposite of what you expected. Even though you wouldn’t call what you and John had a relationship yet, you still weren’t alone on Valentine’s Day.

You had John with you who finally told you he wanted to date you. You had Katie, Jocelyn, William and David. You had your little new family. Now you were sure that you had joined their family for real. You hoped you all would be happy for the rest of your lives.

[hockeylvr59]

Secret Love Part 15 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So we’re back in Calgary folks. I’m just cranking away at this story lately and all of your thoughts are so appreciated. If anyone has any predictions for things, I’d love to hear them. 

Warnings: smut (oral/other foreplay/risky/semipublic), cursing

Word Count: 3,192

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Just like that, it was all over. You’d spent ten days in Iceland with Cale. Ten days that you were never going to forget. After spending your last morning visiting some lighthouses, another black sand beach, and a bridge spanning a rift valley, you were climbing back on a plane to fly to Calgary. Your little oasis with Cale was about to be broken by the harsh realities of the real world. 

Your bed being cold without Cale sleeping beside you. 

Your work email overflowing to the point you didn’t even know where to start.

Having five days to plan a Canada Day party which you’d forgotten you’d agreed to host.

Oh...and your parents coming to stay with you in two days. 

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The fact that you were able to stand in your backyard surrounded by friends and family July 1st was something that would never have happened without help. 

You hadn’t heard from Cale all day Saturday, but when your phone buzzed with a text on Sunday morning you couldn’t help the warm feelings that rose inside you.

Please tell me I’m not the only one sleeping like shit…

He certainly wasn’t. But at least he could nap after training...you weren’t nearly that lucky and you told him so. That led to a conversation about the million things you suddenly had to do in the next few days and how you weren’t sure you could get it all done. 

And because he was legitimately the best boyfriend, item by item, Cale volunteered to help you check things off your list. He went to the grocery store with a list of all the food needed. He went to the liquor store for beer, wine, and other spirits. He and Taylor came over to do yard work so that you didn’t have to worry about it. He even picked your parents up from the airport when you had a last minute showing pop up. 

Needless to say, you weren’t overstating it when you said Cale literally held your sanity in his hands. 

For the first time since the plane home, you were able to steal a kiss as your parents made their way into the house after Cale dropped them off. 

“Add this to the tally of things I owe you for.” You’d declared. 

“I accept payment in kisses.” Cale teased. A quick glance around revealed you were alone for at least the moment, and you pressed up onto your toes letting your lips seek out his. 

“That’s all I can do right now…” You murmured, looking over your shoulder again. “But I’ll make the rest up to you later I swear.” 

“It’s fine, sweetheart.” Cale grinned. “I’ll see you in a couple days. Enjoy time with your parents.” 

You’d given your parents the grand tour of the house, setting them up in the guest room. Your mom hadn’t even sat down before she was asking what she could do to help prepare for the party. 

Yeah...you had some good helpers. As your yard started to fill up around lunchtime, you grabbed a wine cooler, starting to mingle. Your parents were there, Cale’s parents and brother were coming as were his grandparents, some of your parents’ friends were planning on stopping by, and quite a few of Cale and Taylor’s friends had also been invited. It was definitely the kind of party you had envisioned when you first stepped foot out here. 

“Happy Canada Day!” Cale greeted, appearing suddenly behind you and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. 

“You guys are here!” You exclaimed, twisting to wrap him in a quick hug, careful not to let it linger too long. 

“Yep. The whole crew is here.” Cale agreed, motioning to where his mom was eagerly engaged in a hug with yours having not seen each other in quite a while. “And I see you’re trying to make me pop a boner in front of everyone.” He whispered, his eyes raking up your body quickly. 

“It’s just a dress Cale.” You whispered back, eyes teasing. “Nothing special.” 

“Except your legs look a mile long.” He grumbled, causing a laugh to spill from your throat. 

“Oh suck it up buttercup.” You said, shaking your head. 

“Suck what up?” Gary inquired, moving over to hug you, your dad right behind him. 

“I told Cale he was in charge of setting up the lawn games and he’s whining about it.” You declared, excuse spilling from your lips on the fly. The look on Cale’s face was priceless and you struggled to keep your expression level as he looked at you. Gary quickly shook his head, chastising his oldest son and you mouthed the word ‘sorry’ at Cale as he shook his head and moved to grab Taylor to help him. 

Playing hostess kept you quite busy and with so many people around you really couldn’t sneak much time with Cale. It had already been a couple hours and you hadn’t even spoken to him beyond the brief conversation when they arrived. Watching as he played spike ball with his brother and some friends across the yard caused that familiar ache to spread through your body telling you that you were going to combust if you couldn’t at least properly kiss him. 

After a few more minutes, Cale disappeared inside and you excused yourself from conversation declaring that you needed to bring up some more drinks from the basement. 

Closing the back door, you waited at the top of the basement stairs for Cale to return and when you spotted him you gently tugged him toward you. 

“Come ‘ere.” You murmured quietly in case anyone else was in ear shot inside. Pulling him all the way down into the basement, you guided him around the corner before stretching to kiss him deeply. “Hi.” You greeted your forehead resting against his when you finally pulled away. 

“Hey sweet girl.” Cale replied, his hands easily settling along your hips. 

“Needed to kiss you.” You mused. “I miss you.” 

“Miss you too...but you look like you’re enjoying yourself. This is one of the things you wanted.” Cale acknowledged. 

“It is and I am.” You agreed, your fingers running down his stomach feeling his muscles constrict under your touch. “You look like you’re having fun too. You look pretty sexy out there.” 

“Don’t start something we can’t finish.” Cale groaned, quickly responding to your tone of voice. 

“Who said I can’t finish it?” You questioned. “We just have to be quick.” As you spoke you were already sinking to your knees, your fingers dipping down to Cale’s shorts. 

“Y/N...you don’t….shit.” Cale breathed, his hips bucking as you took him into your mouth after sliding his shorts and boxer briefs down just enough. Taking everything you had learned from the last time, you bobbed your head up and down Cale’s length, your fist stroking what you couldn’t take. It was a quick and dirty blow job, Cale’s cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you ran your tongue along the veins of his cock each time you pulled off to breathe. 

Sucking the tip of his cock you peeked up at him, watching as his head fell back against the wall behind him. 

“Gonna cum…” Cale whispered. 

“That’s what I want handsome. Cum down my throat.” You mumbled, sinking back down on his length. As you pushed the limits of your gag reflex, you felt Cale’s cock twitch before ropes of semen spilled into your mouth and throat. Swallowing as quickly as you could, you tried not to gag or choke before finally pulling off him, a mix of saliva and semen linking your lips to his dick. 

Wiping your lips, you gently worked Cale back into his clothes as he stood panting above you. 

“You’re insane.” Cale mumbled as he finally leaned down to kiss you. “Our parents are just outside...my grandparents are outside.” 

“Like the risk of getting caught didn’t just make you cum harder than usual down my throat.” You sassed, fixing your dress to make sure it didn’t look too rumpled. Cale couldn’t fight you because he knew you were right and as you moved across the basement to grab another six pack of beer you felt his eyes linger. 

“Now make yourself useful and grab that case of drinks. I bumped into you on your way back outside and made you come help me. Cover story.” You winked, biting your lip as you made your way back upstairs. 

You had barely got the new beers stuck into the cooler when your mom grabbed you. 

“You haven’t showed us those vacation pictures yet. Laura and I are dying to see them. Grab your computer and we’ll meet you in the living room.” 

Not being given a choice, you nodded and watched as your mom crossed the yard, grabbing Laura and Cale’s grandma. Looking back toward the mixed drink station you saw Cale standing with one of his buddies pouring shots. 

A few quick strides had you at his side.

“Pour me one of those?” You insisted. 

“Everything okay Y/N?” Cale asked, tone neutral though his eyes showed a hint of concern. 

“Just pour me a drink Cale. I’m about to go sit through the vacation slideshow with our moms…” Cale’s friend moved a few steps away but you lowered your voice further before continuing. “...And I’m not doing that with the taste of your cum in my mouth.” 

Cale nearly sputtered, but quickly recovered, pouring you a shot before clinking his glass against yours as you downed them. 

“Wish me luck.” You murmured, shaking your head just slightly as you moved from his side and into the house. In your bedroom, you made doubly sure you had pulled up the correct photo album before you carried your laptop into the living room, hooking it up to the tv. 

For the next half hour you explained the photos when necessary and listened as all of the women in your lives raved on how beautiful they were and what a wonderful trip it must have been. While these photos stirred up so many memories, this wasn’t the album that you’d found yourself looking at repeatedly. No...it was the other album that you loved most of all. The one full of pictures of you and Cale looking so completely head over heels for each other. For now though, that album was something just for you, even if you were looking forward to the day you could print some of the pictures and hang them in your bedroom. 

As you finished, your dad and Gary came barreling into the house wanting to know where everything was to start grilling up dinner. Taking your laptop back to your room, you got the guys everything they needed before leaving them to it. Meanwhile, you finished off the few remaining things that needed done to the sides, pulling those and condiments out of the fridge. 

“What do you mean after everything that happened between Cale and Y/N.” You mom’s voice slowly grew louder and your stomach dropped as you brain raced to catch up with the pieces of conversation you’d missed. 

“Y/N didn’t tell you about Cale’s pregnancy scare with his ex? It caused major strain on their relationship.” 

“No…” You mom insisted as she stepped into the kitchen. You hadn’t mentioned it assuming Laura would and apparently Laura had expected you to and hadn’t herself. 

“Can we not bring up old wounds?” You said, not realizing the snap behind your words. “She was an idiot who really hurt him and we should just be glad that it all worked out the way it did. Things are finally getting back to normal so can we please not drag this out any longer than we already have?” You were done and over with having to think about Cale’s ex… you knew it still hurt him a little even if he pretended it didn’t and you couldn’t help but be defensive and protective. 

Your mom and Laura shared a look, but neither said anything in response, instead asking if there was anything they could do to help. 

“No. I’ve got it. Thank you.” You assured them. You remained in the kitchen, your chest heaving until dinner was completely ready and all of your guests had been told to dig in. Then you slipped into your room, closing the door behind you as you tried to calm your raging emotions. 

After a few minutes, a knock sounded and you expected it to be your mom on the other side. Instead Cale popped his head in before stepping inside and closing the door. His hands rubbed at the back of his neck and his body language drew a sigh from your lips. 

“How much of that did you hear?” 

“Enough.” Cale responded, sitting down next to you on your bed, his arm draping around you. “You okay?” He questioned. 

“I should be asking you that.” You replied flatly. “I’m sorry.” 

“I have no idea what you’re even apologizing for..so don’t.” You couldn’t help but lean into Cale’s body as his fingers traced up and down your arm. “If I kiss you will that help you calm down enough to get some dinner?” He teased, lifting your chin up so that he could ease his mouth over yours gently. Slowly your body relaxed under his kiss and when you broke apart you certainly felt a little bit better. 

“That’s my girl.” Cale grinned, seeing the soft smile reappear on your face. “C’mon.” He prompted, offering a hand out to pull you up off the bed. 

“Hey Cale.” You stopped him, pulling him back toward you. “I don’t think you were wearing this lip color before...probably should fix that.” You smiled, reaching out to rub the makeup off his mouth from your reapplication shortly before. “I’ll be out in a minute.” You assured him as you leaned against your bathroom door wanting to make sure that you didn’t look too out of place. 

No one spoke a word of what had happened during dinner and as the sun started to set the majority of your guests left, leaving just your family and Cale’s as the guys started a small fire in the firepit. You’d stepped inside to use the bathroom and when you returned the only seat left around the fire was on the loveseat beside Cale. 

Settling in beside him you smiled as he widened the spread of his legs so that his thigh was pressing against yours. It was a subtle move but the skin to skin contact was beyond welcome and you were grateful, knowing he worked the seating so the two of you could share. Having grabbed another drink, you felt the pleasant hum of alcohol starting to build after awhile. Around the same time you started to shiver as the outside temperature dropped. 

“Anyone else need a refill?” Cale inquired when he moved to stand up, his own drink empty. A chorus of yeses and nos followed him and when he returned he not only had his arms full of drinks but also the blanket from the back of your couch. Draping the blanket over your lap, Cale handed you a fresh drink making you smile. 

“Your son is trying to get me tipsy Laura.” You joked. 

“You’re already tipsy sunshine.” Cale declared as he dropped back down beside you. “And you’re allowed to be. You worked really hard to pull this together and today’s been pretty awesome.” Cale’s praised was echoed by everyone else and you took it as best you could considering compliments weren’t your thing. 

“I had some help...let’s be fair.” You shrugged. 

“Oh my god. You and my brother are the two most humble people I have ever met.” Taylor groaned. “No wonder you’re best friends.” 

Grinning over at Cale, you let your eyes fall shut after a moment, just enjoying the sounds of your families spending time together. Feeling Cale’s hand slide under the blanket to your inner thigh made your eye pop open and you eyed him carefully. 

‘Just relax.’ He mouthed before jumping back into the conversation. As he spoke, his hands slid under your dress until his fingers were brushing against the fabric of your panties. Laura asked you a question about something, honestly you were too focused on Cale’s hand to remember your answer, but once you had finished Cale’s fingers slid under your underwear. Nimble fingers stroked over your clit and your eyes fluttered shut again. 

Hopefully it just looked like you were sleepy, because you weren’t sure you could pay full attention to what was going on around you when Cale’s hand was doing things like that. 

“Oh.” You gasped, drawing everyone’s attention to you. Cale’s hand stilled as your mom asked if you were okay. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You insisted. “My ankle is still tender and I shifted it wrong.” Your excuse turned the attention to Cale’s heroics at the cave in Iceland and as your families talked about it and how they would have reacted so far from medical attention, Cale’s fingers shifted to curl inside of you. 

Though he couldn’t move much, this was the first time he was touching you since he made love to you that last night of vacation. Considering you were wound tighter than a spring, Cale’s fingers curling inside you as his thumb rubbed against your clit were quickly pushing you toward an orgasm of your own. 

Thankfully the darkness masked the subtle nuances of your face as Cale’s fingers made you fall apart. As you came down from your high, Cale wiping his fingers on either your dress or the blanket you weren’t quite sure, you took another long sip of your drink. Cale had just finger fucked you feet from both of your families who could both see and hear you! And to think he’d said you were insane for going down on him with your families outside! 

Your brain was spinning trying to process what the fuck had just happened and how much you had enjoyed it. The two of you were seriously taking the whole ‘sneaking around like teenagers’ thing to the next level. It was a miracle you hadn’t gotten caught. Lost in thought you missed the fire starting to die out and Gary mentioning that they should probably get going. It wasn’t until Cale pulled you to your feet so his family could hug you that you caught up with reality. 

“I’m gonna help this tipsy one inside real quick and then I’ll meet you at the car.” Cale insisted once hugs had been exchanged. His arm swung under your legs, picking you up bridal style and after weaving through doorways, he gently laid you down on your bed. 

“We’re gonna talk about that later.” You mumbled, yawning softly. 

“Whatever you say sweetheart. Get some sleep.” Cale replied, kissing your forehead as he tucked you in. 

Your bedroom door creaked shut with Cale’s departure as the words fell unconsciously from your lips. 

“Love you.” 

Dress: 

[renaerys]

PPG One-Shot: Six Degrees Chiller (Brick/Blossom)

A new cute one-shot in honor of @carriedreamerx birthday! In the same high school AU as part 1, part 2, and part 3, but can totally stand-alone. Also posted on my AO3. Tune in for some laughs and some Reds cuteness!

Summary: Brick goes deodorant shopping. It doesn't end well. (Or does it??)

xxx

Brick squinted at the nine-foot shelf packed with a full color wheel of deodorants and antiperspirants. The sheer surfeit of brands and scents was as daunting to behold as it was absolutely batshit insane—how many ways did people need to not smell like a dirty gym sock?

He picked a random stick and scowled at the label as if it had offended him and all his future progeny. Who the fuck would want to smell like mango lassi?

The squeak of a shopping cart rolling down the aisle sent Brick into a febrile panic for a hot second, and he shoved the saccharine deodorant stick back onto the shelf. A geriatric woman with a hunched back, a bright head scarf, and eyes so folded over with wrinkles it was a miracle she could see anything at all wheeled her cart slowly past Brick, who froze where he stood. She smiled politely at him, and he nodded out of sheer self-preservation instinct. The moment she passed him, he yanked the bill of his red cap lower over his eyes.

“Get a grip,” he grumbled. He was an eighteen-year-old guy buying deodorant, not stool softener. He was totally casual and had absolutely no reason to be so fucking paranoid. Nobody who might recognize him was coming to Cooper’s Market at 8 a.m. on a Sunday.

Brick wiped his clammy palms on his jeans and searched the shelves for what he’d come for so he could hurry up and leave. There it was, fifth shelf in a sea of sleek black and edgy, neon letters: Axe Ice Chill.

“Okay, do you consider yourself more of a music lover, sports star, gaming guru, or style icon?” Boomer had asked as he sat cross-legged on the sofa with his laptop open to the Axe “Find Your Magic” test a few months ago.

“Sports star,” Butch had said on his left, and poked the screen that wasn’t a touch-screen.

“That’s you, moron,” Brick had said, totally above this stupid test. “Pick style icon.”

Boomer grinned. “Oh yeah, your hoodies are so stylin’.” He clicked the next question. “Signature scent? Huh, maybe warm and aromatic?”

“Sounds like one of those Yankee holiday candles,” Butch had said.

Unfortunately, he had a point.

“Well, you're not exactly woody and earthy, and you’re definitely not fruity and sweet—”

“Just go to the next one.” Brick clicked on “fresh and cool” and waited for the screen to load. “Smellin’ good!” the loading page flashed at him. Jesus fucking Christ.

When the quiz presented a true or false statement, Butch moved like he had a bug up his ass and slammed the touchpad before Brick or Boomer could do anything about it.

Boomer tried not to laugh. “Dude, come on.”

“Please, he’s a punk-ass dweeb who’d never make the first move in a fight, let alone on a girl—” Butch had taunted.

Brick punched him in the throat with his Super speed and smiled at the sound of his asshat brother gagging. “Choke and die, motherfucker.”

Butch wheezed as he laughed through the pain, and Brick and Boomer breezed through the more generic age and appearance questions: under 18, long hair (“Mane Man!” the quiz gushed, and Brick almost melted Boomer’s laptop right there), and natural look. After an artificially anticipatory loading screen, a picture of a dude with a clown nose crowd surfing in a sepia Instagram filter appeared on the screen with the generic “Be your best self!” encouragement in blocky letters superimposed upon it, and finally the expert, personalized recommendation for Brick’s body spray needs.

“Because you’re hotter when you’re chill.” Brick had cringed when he read that idiotic tagline the first time, and he cringed reading it again now in the deserted personal hygiene aisle where he prayed no one would find him buying this cry-for-help vanity spritz.

However.

He sprayed a bit of mist in the air and reveled in that cool, icy scent that wasn’t a scent so much as a feeling. Six degrees chiller in a bottle. The first time he’d tried it (under great duress), he’d griped and bitched and slammed his bedroom door to get away from his howling brothers. Settled on his bed with a frown, he had to admit it did cool him off. It was almost pleasant. The smell wasn’t overwhelming like that tiger piss Butch bathed in on the daily. But it wasn’t out of this world compared to the generic shit he’d been using before.

It wasn’t until Blossom sneezed on their way out of AP Lit that her ice breath—and understanding—hit him with the force of a cold snap to the balls.

“Sorry, did I get you?” she’d said, abashed as she covered her mouth with one hand and fished out a bottle of Purell from her messenger bag with the other. Her ice splatter fast melted on his shoulder as his too-warm body absorbed the cold with a bizarre, but extremely pleasant, shiver down his spine.

Son of a bitch, but he had a kink.

Which, of course, spiraled way the hell out of control when he found himself here months later with a recycled shopping bag he’d brought so he could carry the three bottles of Axe Ice Chill he planned to purchase home, because Brick planned ahead and liked to keep his bathroom well-stocked.

Which also, of course, was why at that very moment, fate decided to punch him in the dick.

“Bubbles, you have, like, fourteen bottles of shampoo at home! You don’t need another one,” Buttercup groused at 8 in the goddamned morning on a Sunday.

“Those are all different products, not just shampoo. Honestly, Buttercup.” Bubbles zipped into the aisle with Buttercup on her tail just at the moment Brick had his second panic attack in the span of five minutes and completely lost his shit.

He launched the bottle of Axe Ice Chill so hard into the ceiling that it lodged in there tighter than a prairie-dogging turd.

“Brick?” Blossom’s hand on his shoulder nearly sent him yeeting after his abused body spray, if the sheer mortification didn’t rob him of further motor function and exactly one hundred percent of his brain cells.

Like her sisters, she wore a jacket over her pajama pants. They must have just popped over for some last-minute breakfast staples and a side of peer humiliation. But even in those criminally hideous Ugg boots and five boxes of pancake mix in her shopping basket at 8 on a fucking Sunday morning, her smile glowed.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he returned lamely, because that was all she was getting from him until his neurological functions rebooted.

“Hi, Brick,” Buttercup said, suspicious like usual and searching for some excuse to bust his balls for a laugh. “What’re you doing here?”

The Super sisters had cornered him in front of the Teen Spirit, which came in an absolutely frightful eighteen scents because there was nothing pubescent teenagers needed more than eighteen reassurances that their social survival depended on smelling like a potpourri candy bar.

“Shopping, obviously,” Bubbles said. “Ooh, Brick, you have straight hair. What do you think?” She held up two bottles of brightly colored free-range, organic hair shit.

“I think I was just leaving,” he managed.

“Empty-handed?” Buttercup peered at him like he might transform into a literal dick with ears if she only managed not to blink for long enough. He could smell the threat of a joke on her.

“They didn’t have the brand I wanted.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Bubbles said, genuinely stricken.

“Girls, let’s get going. I really want those pancakes,” Blossom said.

“We better grab more syrup. Buttercup finished it all,” Bubbles said, already moving away. She dropped both hair products in Blossom’s basket, not bothering to choose between them.

“Oh please, everybody knows you and the Professor are the syrup fiends in this house.” Buttercup floated after her and waved to Brick. “Hey, tell that shithead to answer my texts. He owes me $20.”

“Uh-huh,” Brick said, fully intending not to mention anything about this conversation to Butch at all.

“Sorry about your favorite brand being sold out,” Blossom said.

It’s fine, he would have said had she not caught his cheek in her hand and pressed a frosty kiss to the corner of his lips before he could do anything about it. Frozen fernlings crept over his cheek and chin, down his neck, and slowly absorbed through his now flushed skin, and he shivered. Without even thinking about it, he reached for her, but she was already walking away to catch up with her sisters.

When she got to the end of the aisle, she shot him a cheeky grin over her shoulder and had the nerve to wink at him. “Stay cool, Brick.”

Red in the face and high on her, Brick just stood there like an idiot gawking at his kind of unofficial girlfriend and the singular dominating object of his fantasies, be they sexual or otherwise. What was dignity when she smiled at him like that? What was a paltry imitation in a bottle when she kissed him like that?

The paltry imitation fell from its hole in the ceiling and exploded on the tiled floor at Brick’s feet with a winter ferocity that, in that moment at least, rivaled Blossom’s in the heat of battle.

When Brick got home later that morning and Boomer asked him why he smelled like a snowman’s asshole, Brick burned the clothes on his back and spent the next half hour in the shower thinking about how he was going to convince Blossom to make the first move and finally make them official.

xxx

Y’all better appreciate the research that went into this fic. That Axe quiz is real and I took it pretending to be Brick, and it literally does spit out a photo of a dude wearing a clown nose in a club. If that’s not a sign from the Daddy that I’ve chosen the righteous path, then idk what is. Sacrifices to my Chrome search history were made for this fic in the name of celebrating Carrie, ergo, worth it.

[xwaywardhuntress]

You’re Not From This World (Part Five)

Summary: Imagine the boys get sent to an alternate reality again without you, which leaves you stuck with the Winchester look-alikes, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Jensen Ackles x alternate world!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Both worlds POV

Words: 2000+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: Soooooo I got sick starting Sunday, slept all day yesterday (Monday) and somehow surviving today (Tuesday) so far but here’s part 5! xD

Part One, Two, Three, Four

“Jens? Jared?” The female voice spoke.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean cursed throwing his hands up in the air.

Sam had been sitting on the floor. “Did he just-?”

“Yeah! He did! He sent the wrong two back!” Dean yelled.

The female voice spoke again. “Dean? Sam?”

The brothers turned to face the familiar voice finally. Sam smiled with his hand behind his head, “Hey Catherine, missed us?”

Everyone sighed. Back to square one.

The boys explained to Catherine what had happened after they all had come across the witch and then was sent back to their world, how they met their Y/N and Jensen and Jared. They also shared the actor’s actions that helped in somewhat taking the witch down. Ultimately, it was Catherine’s counterpart Y/N L/N that had killed the witch.

Catherine shared what had happened to her after the last time they had met and encountered the witch responsible for the switch. She explained she went back to her hotel room and had to take some time to grasp everything that had happened. She also tried covering for Jensen and Jared to the crew saying they weren’t feeling well after a dinner gone wrong. There was a mixture of worry and frustration after hearing the two main leads weren’t able to work.

Catherine had come onto the set to grab the scripts for the episodes she would be showing back up in, along with the scripts for Jensen and Jared. Before heading back, she had heard a noise on one of the empty sets and that’s when she came across them again hoping they had been Jensen and Jared.

 - - -

BAM!

Everyone in the room immediately turned in the direction of where the sound came from. It was Castiel who had shoved Remph against a wall. “Bring them back now.”

“D-didn’t they recently come from the other world?” The angel of time asked.

You stood up walking over to the two angels with your arms crossed.

“Yes.” Cas answered still holding Remph against the wall.

“T-they had strong energy from the other world? I-I don’t understand.” Remph responded in confusion.

You sighed, uncrossing your arms as you scratched your temple. “They did come from the other world more recently, BUT only after being sent to that other world by the witch that trapped you.” You placed your hand on Cas’s shoulder, letting him know to let the angel of time go.

Of course, an angel would confuse things.

Cas let go of Remph and pointed at Jensen and Jared, “Those two are the ones that belong in the other world. Now, bring Dean and Sam back.”

Remph looked over at the pair of actors. He stared at them for a while causing Jensen and Jared to feel a bit uncomfortable.

You cleared your throat. “Hello? Can you bring Dean and Sam back or what?”

Remph looked over at you, sensing that you were trying to keep your frustration contained for his sake, unlike the other angel in the room. “O-of course. I-I’m sorry. I-I see it now, their souls do not match this world’s and the energy from the other world is slowly fading the longer they stay here.”

“Just bring the other two back first, please.” You let out a breath of air.

“Y-Yes.” Remph closed his eyes. You could see his eyeballs moving behind his closed eyelids. And then they opened, “I-I cannot reach them.”

Now, this was the last straw, you marched up to the angel of time as you got into his face, Castiel immediately went to grab you to hold you back. “What do you mean you can’t reach them?! You just snapped them away earlier!”

“Y/N, stop…” Castiel warned.

“No! I am not stopping till he fixes this all! It’s all his fault this happened in the first place for probably shacking it up with a witch back in the day!” You yelled.

Remph backed away from you, feeling slightly threatened when he bumped into something behind him. It was Jensen and Jared.

“Can you just switch us out for Dean and Sam?” Jensen asked.

The angel of time nodded his head in agreement, afraid he would say the wrong thing that would make the situation worse for himself..

“No Jensen! Who knows if he’ll even switch you both out for Dean and Sam when he said he can’t even reach them!” You yelled again, Castiel successfully holding you back still.

“We’ll be fine, Y/N. We sort of trust him? Thank you for keeping us safe.” Jared looked over at you smiling.

“Yeah, thanks for everything.” Jensen smiled as well looking over at you.

Both of the actors looked at the angel of time, nodding that they were ready to be switched out. Remph placed his hands on their foreheads, closing his eyes once again.

You stopped struggling in Cas’s arms once you both saw a bright light illuminate, but as quickly as it came, it also quickly disappeared.

The two standing before Remph looked no different. Castiel let you go after realizing you were done fighting against him.

There was only one way to find out if the angel of time was successful. “Dean? Sam?”

You stared waiting for the response, hoping it was the brothers.

“Sorry, it’s still us. Jensen and I. I think, right Jens?” Jared answered with a sympathetic smile, looking over at his friend to confirm.

“That’s me.” Jensen sadly smiled over at Y/N.

You looked down on the ground, your hands turning into fists beside you. Damn angels could never get anything right, aside from Castiel. As you were about to make your way over to the angel of time to beat the crap out of him, you heard something hit the floor. You looked up.

It was Remph lying on the floor unconscious. Castiel had made it to the other angel’s side as the two actors squatted to check on the angel of time as well.

“What happened?” Your firsts loosen.

“It seems he has exhausted all his powers. Perhaps this is why he couldn’t switch them back or bring back Dean and Sam. He needs to rest.” Cas answered. “I will bring him back to the room from before.” And then your angel friend disappeared with the useless one.

Jensen made his way over to Y/N. He placed a hand on your shoulder, “Hey, like you told me before, everything will be okay. Jared and I will help you in getting Dean and Sam back.”

You sighed. This whole situation was beginning to tire and stress you out. At least Jensen looked like Dean, so his small pep talk helped you feel a little better.

“Jens is right. We’ll help in any way we can.” Jared came from behind Jensen with a supportive smile.

You forced a smile on your face in return, “Hopefully, we just need to wait till that damn angel of time wakes up.”

Castiel appeared beside you suddenly. “I have brought Remph to his room. I can keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t leave before he is able to bring back Dean and Sam.”

Y/N nodded her head. “Thanks Cas, I appreciate that.”

“Shall we start the fun-filled job of researching?” Jared chimed in with a smile.

You shook your head with a chuckle. “I guess so.”

“Topic - other worlds, alternate dimensions?” Jensen asked with a grin.

You nudged Jensen. He was surprised, but if he was honest with himself, he was starting to enjoy how comfortable you were with him. He only wished it could be the same with Cat. Maybe one day it could be, whenever he and Jared made it back to their world.

Jensen, Jared, and Y/N researched for a couple of hours before they called it a night.

The three of them could only hope that tomorrow the angel of time would wake up and fix this mess.

 - - -

In the other world, Dean and Sam found themselves with Catherine in Jensen’s trailer. Everyone had their own laptop to use, with two borrowed from the set and one being Jensen’s. Cat would use Jensen’s laptop in between scenes, so she knew his password.  

From the last time they were here, the Winchesters hadn’t found anything that would help them get back to their world. It was luck that the witch had found them and through her, they were able to get back to their world. With the witch dead, they only had two choices now: wait for their Y/N to find a way to bring them back or continue to search this alternate world for a way back. The odds were against them, as it seemed this would be another world where the supernatural may have not existed except in stories.

“We should head out.” Catherine suggested aloud catching everyone’s attention. “At least back to my hotel, unless you two plan on doing some acting tomorrow.”

“No thank you.” Dean shut his laptop closed.

Sam yawned agreeing with his brother.

“Let me make a call to my hotel real quick.” Catherine stated before leaving the trailer for a little bit.

When she came back, she asked if they were ready as she had a car waiting for them already. They all packed up, bringing the laptops with them to continue the next day. When they arrived at the hotel, the Winchesters found themselves in a suite room.

“Awesome.” Dean smiled as he walked in, spotting two queen beds. “Sammy, you get one. And Y/N and I can get the other one.”

Sam cleared his throat as Catherine had her eyes wide.

“Sorry. You just – You look exactly like her that I forgot for a moment.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

Cat smiled almost forcibly. She wouldn’t have minded sharing a bed with Jensen without finding it awkward back in the day. Nowadays, there was no way that she could.  “The sofa actually turns into a bed. I can take that and –“

“No way. You’re getting one of the queens. Sam and I will play for the other.” The older Winchester held one hand out in a fist over the other hand. The deciding game would be the infamous rock, paper, and scissors with Sam.

Cat knew this always resulted in Dean losing in the show, but maybe things would be different?

Nope.Dean still loss with scissors, per usual.

With sleeping arrangements decided, everyone got ready for bed. Catherine had grabbed some clothing from the set for Dean and Sam before they had left to the hotel. Luckily, Jensen and Jared had some extra sleeping clothes in their trailer, which Cat had helped herself too as well. 

About an hour after saying their good nights, the older Winchester found himself still awake. This would be the first night in a long time that he wouldn’t be sleeping next to you. While thinking about what you could be doing right now, he was surprised to hear light footsteps from the bedroom into the living room where he resided. He kept quiet, acting like he was asleep when he heard the ruffling of a bag and jar open. That’s when he sat up from his bed and saw a bag of bread and Nutella jar on the table by his sofa bed.

Cat was exactly like Y/N. He thought. Trying not to spook her, the older Winchester spoke quietly,  “Late night Nutella sandwich?”

Cat looked up with her mouth full. 

Exactly like Y/N. Dean chuckled to himself, shaking his head.  

She swallowed the bite she took as she embarrassingly smiled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. When I have a lot going on in my mind, I tend to -“

“...eat?” Getting off of the sofa bed, Dean took a seat next to Cat. He noticed she scooted a bit away from him. It wasn’t the first time he noticed that Catherine seemed to be cautious of how she acted around him. “You’re pretty similar to Y/N, you know. I caught her doing the same thing when we first met.”

“No way. Y/N is a badass. The only thing I share with her is the name.” She took another bite of her sandwich as she expected Dean’s confused reaction. “I know I told you guys my name is Catherine. It’s actually my middle name. I just use it for my stage name."

“So your first name on your birth certificate is...?” Dean questioned, more for verbal confirmation.

“It’s Y/N…”

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The Worst Third Date Ever part 25

Chapter 25: I Now Pronounce You...

After the terrible situation there were in the principal sent an email to her teachers and the parents to take the rest of the week off.

And she also recommended a psychology to help them got over it. Spencer asked Emily to take a few days to stay with Max, his boss understood that and she accepted it.

That day he drove her to his apartment and they drank a tea and cuddled on his couch "I don't know if you prefer to stay in your apartment. I don't have a TV or something to distract you, just books"

She looked up at him and rubbed his cheek "Spence... I'm happy just to be with you" she just smiled "and I'm thankful to have you close to me" then kissed him.

"I love you and I just want you to feel comfortable"

"I love you too and I am comfortable" he nodded and hugged her tightly "so... um... do you want to talk about the invitation card?"

She laughed "actually... yes" she faced him and when he was about to speak again, she pressed her finger on his lips "I thought about it after I left your apartment, and at first I was upset because I loved the design but then I realized... this is something for us. Not just mine" she held his hands "and my hero deserves to be part of the decisions too so. Maybe tomorrow we can go back to my friend's and asked her to pick a color we both like"

He smiled and nodded "sounds fair enough" they hugged each other.

"Also can we use these days to work on our wedding?"

"Sure, maybe we can even visit Krystall to see the garden and decide everything" she nodded.

"I like that idea" she laid on his chest "and let's not mention what happened, please?"

"Ok but it's good to talk about traumatic events so your mind doesn't feel overwhelmed by the negative emotions"

"There's my doctor... I understand what you mean and I just wish I had a strong mind like yours but I'm not"

"I was suffering out there, I managed to concentrate because I needed to save you and those kids, but thoughts of Maeve and what happened to her came immediately to my mind and Emily had to get me the boss speech to force me to focus" he looked at her "I don't have a strong mind. I just learned how to focus instead of breaking" she kissed him.

"I'm sorry. You are right baby" she has some tears and sighed "when I'm ready we can talk" he nodded and wiped her tears.

"Ok I will respect that. Now do you want to order food from your favorite restaurant and we can check some things for the wedding on your laptop?"

"Sure I would love to" she got out her phone and called to order her favorite dish and orders what he usually orders. She loved tacos and her favorite place was close from his apartment.

Then she picked up her laptop and they started to pick up some decorations for the garden. She liked what Krystall used to decorate at Penelope's party so Max wanted something like that.

Spencer also picked some stuffs he liked, but he left her pick almost everything else. His goal was to distract and relax her.

She was excited and by the time the food arrived she picked everything up. They ate checking rings designs.

"Do you have your poem for our vows?" She asked when they finished to eat and she helped him washing the dish.

"Yes. I have a book of poems and I found it the next day we decided to do that" he smiled looking at her "and you?"

"Same" she looked back and smiled.

"Derek is planning the bachelor party" he sighed "I'm afraid of what he planned" she laughed "don't laugh! Derek loves to make me uncomfortable or tease me"

"Just like a big brother" she laughed more "I tease Eloise and Michelle a lot and they do the same. Like when Michelle almost marry us when we first met" she smiled "I was so embarrassed..."

"Yeah I could feel it in your voice. I didn't say anything to not make it worst" she splashed some water on him "hey!" He said and splashed her back "you love playing with water, huh?"

And they have a little war splashing each other until the floor was wet and so were they.

"Damn... now I have to dry the floor" said him looks for the mop.

"Totally worth it" she laughed as she followed him.

"Yeah I thought you would say that" he raised his eyebrow "go that a shower I got this covered"

"You sure?" He nodded "ok boss" she laughed and left the kitchen walking to his bathroom.

When he finished cleaning the floor she was done with her shower and walked in the kitchen wearing one of his shirt.

"Ok go take a shower. I will finish this" he looked at her and nodded and left to the bathroom.

She put the mop in it's place then walked to his bedroom where she was reading one of the books his mother gave him. 15th century literature was great.

When he walked into his room and he smiled at her, then he sat next to her "my mom used to read me those poems"

"Really? That's cute" she leaned on his chest and read one more poem then put the book on the nightstand and turned to hug Spencer "goodnight" she kissed him then fell asleep with her head on his chest.

The next morning the couple decided to go change the design of their invitation cards. They picked the white car with bronze flowers and lines also their names and the address.

Then they went to pick their rings. He picked a thick golden ring, she picked a thinner golden ring with three little diamonds on it and they decided to write their names and their wedding date on them. Those rings will be ready some days before the wedding.

At the afternoon they drove to Rossi's house where Krystall was waiting for them. David was in a case so there will only be the three of them.

She invited them lunch and they talked about the wedding plans. They decided to say theirs 'I do' to a preacher.

Krystall offered the service of the waiters they had at Penelope's party and she insisted saying it was part of their present so she will not accept a no.

They left some hours later and drove to Max's dad house. They shared some more time there. Spencer told them to not mention yesterday's incident. And they did not.

She gave her sisters and dad's invitations and she asked Michelle if Sammy could give a speech at there wedding. They talked about their plans for the wedding and her father was so happy he had tears listening to Max.

"You know it was my dream to married her off" Spencer looked a Michelle remembering what she said that day at the park and Max was blushing "she is the most stubborn of them and I was worry she would never marry especially after Mike Davis"

"Dad..." she was looking at the ceiling.

"What? Spencer is part of the family and I want him to know I'm happy you two met" Spencer smiled.

"I'm also happy Max and I met. I was having to bad situations at the moment we talked and she helped me so"

She kissed his cheek and her dad's cheek "I love you both" she smiled.

They changed the subject and after dinner they went back to his apartment.

After that the next few weeks was calmer. They went back to work and there usual routine. At first Max was nervous about returning to work but Spencer calmed her and promised her everything will be back to normal and that she can stay in his apartment until their wedding.

The weekend before the wedding Derek took Spencer and all the men of the BAU to a bar to his bachelor party. Even Hotch was present at that party

Meanwhile Michelle talked with the BAU women and they did the same with Max and her bachelorette party.

The women drank and dance at Penelope's who offered her apartment for the party.

Spencer and the men went to a bar and drank and eat. Their party was calmer but still the bar has some surprises for the groom and his friends.

All of them returned for their home late that night and they spent their Sunday at Max's dad's home.

That last week was intense for them. She needed to pick up the dresses for the two flowers girls, her bridesmaids and he needed to pick their rings and also get his suit.

He asked Morgan to go with him and Derek went with Hank to get him his suit. They spent that day together.

"So how is the rent business?" Spencer asked after he changed back.

"Great, the houses I bought while I was in the bureau are working perfectly fine" he picked one like the suits he usually wore in his early days in the BAU "I'm winning enough to buy another and work on it"

"So you are busy" said Spencer.

"Yeah and I'm thinking about teach self-defense classes at the community center maybe even softball"

"You were a great teacher when you got me into that game against National Security" they laughed and after he tried his suit and checked Hank's. Derek insisted in paid them as his gift for him.

After that the two men and the boy ate icecream at the park and talked more about everything that happened since they last saw.

Later that day they went to their houses. The rest of the days went by fast, they did the rehearsal of the ceremony and tried the food they will eat at the wedding, and March 14 arrived.

Max spent the night before at her sister's house. The wedding would be at 6PM so they went to the same spa they visited for Christmas.

Meanwhile Spencer went to visit his mom. She was so excited and she told everyone in the hospital about his wedding so a nurse will take her to the ceremony and returned her home when it was done.

The hours passed and Spencer went to Rossi's house where the Italian man kissed his cheek affectionately and patted the other.

"Congratulazioni son" he smiled "come here" he led him to a room "here you can change and put your suitcase for your first night as a married couple"

"Thank you Dave, I'm so thankful that you allowed us to use your house for our wedding"

"Spencer, you know I'm love parties and I wouldn't miss the opportunity to host your wedding" he smiled "now... Krystall and I thought about this and we decided to buy you a week in Italy" he handed him the tickets"

"Oh my... you shouldn't Dave" he smiled watching the tickets.

"Yes I should. You, Luke and Matt are like my sons. I saw you growing from an awkward to this man in front of me, strong here" he pointed his head "and here" he pointed to his heart "and I'm sure Jason could be proud of you"

Spencer had some tears and hugged him "and you are like my second father figure and my support when Gideon died" they smiled "thank you"

"You are welcome kid. I will always be there for you and your family" they hugged once again and they went to change into their suits.

When they were ready the rest of the BAU arrived to the house, they made a toast and walked to the garden. Morgan and his family arrived, then Hotch with Jack. They went to the garden and Penelope hugged Morgan and they flirted like always making all laughed and have a good time remembering their intentions.

Later Max's family and her friends arrived and sat in there seats. Spencer's mom arrived soon after and sat with Max's family where she talked to Don and Max's sisters.

Spencer and Derek stood at the altar with the preacher. Don walked in the house to walk Max to the altar.

"I feel like my stomach its going to explode"

Derek laughed "that's normal pretty boy. It will stop when you see her walking towards you" Spencer smiled.

"I can't wait" the two men smiled then the music started and the Simmons girls walked in throwing flowers as their mom taught them.

Then the ringbearers Michael and Hank walked in, one has Spencer's ring and the other Max's.

After fifteen seconds, Spencer counted in his mind, Max walked out the house behind the little kids with her father with his arm wrapping hers.

Spencer's eyes were on her. Her white dress hugged her curves around the right places, it has some decorations around the skirt.

Her dad walked her to her soon-to-be husband. Some women were already crying as Don handed Spencer the hand of his daughter "take good care of her Spencer" he patted his hand and walked to sit down.

"Good evening. We are here to witness the union of these couple. Spencer Reid and Maxine Brenner. Now in front of your friends and family, say your vows, please" he said turning to Max "ladies first"

Max nodded and took a deep breath then she looked at him "Spencer... since we met, you stare at me like I’m the only girl on Earth, you make me feel important and show me my true worth. You’re always there for me, you never let me down" this part brought back the memories of what happened a few weeks away "You make me feel like a princess wearing a golden crown. You’ve shown me how to live, how to smile, how to play, and forever I will love you, each and every single day"

Then it was Spencer's turn "Max... I never was good to express my feelings, my friends at the BAU can tell you it's truth so, when I say you’re my life, I hope you know that it’s true, when I tell you you’re my world, know that I only have eyes for you.

When the words cannot come because you take my breath away, know that I love you more than words could ever say" she smiled at him.

"Very good and touching. Now Maxine and Spencer let's exchange the rings" Derek called both kids and tell Hank to hands the ring to Max and Michael to hand the ring to Spencer. Both kids did what he said and walked to sit with their moms "Spencer Reid do you take Maxine Brenner to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"

"I do" he slide the ring on her left ring finger.

Then he turned to Max "and Maxine Brenner do you take Spencer Reid to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"

"I do" And she slide the ring on his left ring finger.

"Now by the authority vested in me by the Court of the United States of America, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. What God has brought together let no man or woman put asunder. Groom, you may now kiss your bride" and with that Spencer leans in to kiss her just like he once did in the FBI elevator. Everybody clapped at the newlyweds.

Then they all moved to the table while everyone congratulated them and hugged them.

Spencer and Max had their first dance as a married couple. She picked 'You are in love' by Taylor Swift, they danced to that song on Christmas and after that, she realized how in love she fell for him. That song showed everything they felt for each other and she thought it could be perfect for that magical night.

https://youtu.be/dgH-lRKiZjo

They danced really close, forgetting everything around them. In that moment the only thing in there minds was each other.

When the song finished he kissed her again and the presents gave then a round of applause as they sat. There were some speeches from some friends congratulating them and hoping for the best for them.

The night was full of happiness and it was a good time to relax. Spencer danced with his mom and Max with her dad. She danced with each member of the BAU and he danced with her and his girl friends and even her sisters.

After dinner and cake, Derek gave some touching words about Spencer and how proud he was of his little brother from another mother and wishing him good luck in his love life.

Sammy spoke next explaining how his aunt and his, now, uncle met and everyone laughed at the story and some comments the young boy said. He finished his speech with the only magic trick he mastered making everyone clapped at the kid.

Spencer told her about Rossi's present so tomorrow after breakfast they will need to pick up some bags to left at night to Europe.

OOooOOooOO

I hope you liked it. I don't want it to make what we are facing, you know the Covid-19, into this story. That's why I picked Rome as their honeymoon.

May be even a few days in Paris?

I will read you in the next chapter.

[deanscroissant]

Jackpot! Ch.1

Summary:  We often dream about winning the lottery, thinking that it’ll turn our lives in a fairy tale. But that’s far from the truth in Dean Winchester’s case. What will happen to Dean and the lives of his loved ones when they win the $900,000,000 Powerball Jackpot?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Violence, Angst, Fluff

Word count:  4,707

A/n: I hope you enjoy the first chapter to this series.  Feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

Dean hated his job working in construction. He would have loved it if they didn’t pay him below the minimum wage since construction and working on cars were his two main passions. It sucks because he has a family he has to take care of and the money he’s earning isn't helping one bit. 

His wife Y/n, two eldest sons Michael (11) and Carter (10), and twin daughters Mya and Cheyenne (2) were the absolute world to him. But he can’t help but feel like a failing father and husband to them whenever he would bring home a three hundred dollar check every two weeks. He hated the sad look his children would give him when he could only afford one present for them on their birthday or Christmas, or couldn’t afford to give them money for school lunch. 

Even if the twins didn’t know better and was happy with whatever he gave them, it always feel like he could have done better or work harder. He would also feel even more guilty when he couldn’t help his wife pay bills. She would ask him to give him at least 10% for the bills and tell him not to worry about it when it would bother him, but deep down he knew his wife couldn't take struggling like this anymore. 

It was putting a strain on their relationship. She was tired. He was tired. He doesn’t remember the last time they went on vacation with just the two of them. He tried saving up but wasn’t able to. He wanted to give her the world, show her how much he appreciates her besides having sex, which they don’t do as often either. 

Dean didn’t know which way to turn. He hated asking his brother for money, even though Sam would be more than willing to give him anything. He sure as hell was NOT going to ask his father for anything. When his mom died their relationship has been rocky. The last time he spoke to him was almost four years ago, and was hoping to keep it that way. 

But when Dean was talking to some of his coworkers during lunch, one of them brought up the lottery. The Powerball prize was at 900 million dollars and apparently everyone has been talking about it. Dean couldn’t figure out how he didn’t know about it, but the idea of playing the lottery was tempting to him. He doesn’t really think about playing it often. He always felt like he would get bad luck if he’d play, but something in his gut was telling him to try, so he did. 

When he got to the gas station during his lunch break, he didn’t know if he should spend his last two dollars on lunch or buy a play slip. But when he saw his coworkers at checkout asking for one he joined them. He quickly filled out his play slip, playing the random numbers he made up but the powerball number, 18. 

The number 18 was special to Dean, because when he was 18 he met the love of his life. Y/n was someone special and he was so glad that he didn’t let you go. The sacrifices were worth going through with her and he would do it all again in a heartbeat. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought about her; her beautiful smile, her pretty, y/e/c eyes, the way she carries herself. She was perfect in his eyes.

Looking at his scoreboard once more, he hands the cashier the play slip then received his ticket. He puts it in his wallet to make sure he doesn’t lose it before heading back to work with his coworkers. By the time five o’clock hit he clocked out and headed home. He couldn’t begin to explain how tired he was. The next time he’s off is Sunday, which is tomorrow. Only having one day off every week was bullshit to him. 

When Dean walks into his home, he’s greeted with the sound of screaming toddlers playing in the living room and the sight of his wife’s distraught form, sitting at the kitchen table with papers scattered everywhere and a laptop sitting in front of her. Michael and Carter came running down the stairs just in time to see their father. 

Dean greeted them with hugs and a kiss on top of their heads before they ran off, not giving Dean enough time to ask them how their day was. He only shakes his head and chuckled as he watched the little boys chase each other. He walks over to his wife next, “Hey, baby.” he says before kissing her temple. 

“Hey.” She mumbled as she was focusing on whatever she was doing on the laptop. Dean glanced over her shoulder to see what she’s reading on the screen. “What are you up to?”

She stops to look at him with a look of exasperation, which made Dean confused. “What’s the matter?”

Y/n sits back in her chair while taking off her reading glasses, “The water cut off today while you were at work. That’s what’s wrong.” she explained.

“Shit.” he cursed under his breath and ran a hand down his face. This was the second time Dean forgot to give her money for the water bill and he promised her the last time that he’ll give it to her. “Is it still off? How much is it?”

“Five hundred, Dean.” she sighed, “Now I only have ten in the bank.” Y/n was beyond frustrated with him. She reminded him a week before the bill was due that he needed to pay his half.

“I’m so sorry, y/n/n. I was gonna tell you I wasn’t going to be able to give you the money. I promise I’ll-”

“No!” she snapped, “You’re not going to pay me back so quit lying to me!”

“I’m not! Next paycheck I’ll just give you my whole check. That way you won’t have to keep asking me.”

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Don’t even bother, Dean.” They both stare at each other for a few moments, the tension in the air getting thicker by the second. “When are you going to quit that job anyways?”

This time Dean rolls his eyes with a groan. He stalks his way to the fridge to grab himself a water bottle. A glass of whiskey seemed appropriate right about now, but Dean ran out of it a couple of weeks ago when they both got into an argument about not making enough money and Dean needing to quit. 

“I said I was gonna think about it, y/n.” he said and sighed while slamming the fridge door shut. “I don’t wanna get into that right now.” 

“Well, think quickly, Dean, because we’re not getting anywhere. You know how my situation is.” Y/n is an online teacher for homeschooling. She used to be an assistant teacher in high school but had to quit because she became a stay-at-home mom, and plus, she wasn’t making enough money anyway...as so she thought. The money that she’s making right now is way worse than before.

“Yeah, I know, y/n/n. You know I can’t quit right now.”

“Yes you can, Dean. You can go back to working with your dad-”

Dean was not going to let her finish that sentence. His jaw clenched at the thought of that asshole. “The hell if I am. I’m not working with him again. Ever.”

“Why can’t you two just put your differences aside? You made a decent amount of money there.”

He gives her a look as a warning to cut the conversation short or he’ll go off on her. She began to speak but, saved by the bell, Cheyenne was tugging on her shirt for her to refill the sippy cup she was holding. When Y/n got up it was Dean’s cue to leave, not wanting to talk anymore. 

But Y/n was right behind him once she gave Cheyenne her juice. He was ascending the stairs and she trailed behind him, “We’re not done talking about this, Dean.” she says. 

“Well, I am.” he grumbled as he walked into their bedroom to take off his grimy work clothes, “Why’d you think I walked away?”

That ticked her off and she slammed the door behind her, “You know what? I’ve had it with you! I’m tired of you ignoring this situation we’re in-”

“I’m tired, y/n!” Dean snapped, “I don’t want to talk right now, okay?!”

“Oh don’t give me that sorry ass excuse!” Y/n fired back, “You need to stop putting our problems aside like it’s nothing. It’s like you don’t care at this point.”

“I do care. Why do you think I’m working damn near fifty hours a week?”

“Just to bring home half of what I make?!” Her voice began to go higher, “It’s pointless working there, Dean.”

Dean shook his head at her while walking back to the bed to take off his shoes. He couldn’t believe she was acting like this, “Are you appreciative of anything I bring to the table?”

She scrunched her face looking at him confused, “What? Of course I am! But you gotta step up your game, Dean.” She stops for a moment as she began to feel her throat tighten, trying to gain back her composure, “We can barely put food on the table. I don’t want to starve our children. I’m tired of feeding them the same thing over and over again.”

Dean kept quiet as he went to his closet to put on some clothes he found on the floor. He didn’t even bother to take a shower since it seemed like he won’t at the moment. He knows this is going to be another heated argument, so he’s ready to storm out whenever it gets to that point. 

“I don’t know what’s so hard about going back to your father and asking him for your old job back-”

“That son of a bitch is not my father.” Dean was getting sick of her bringing him up and she can tell, but she is not letting it go, despite the fact that his father treated him like he was a slave and humiliated him in the most inhumane way ever. 

“You two need to settle your differences. I know what he did was terrible and he shouldn’t have done that to you, but you need to talk to him.” y/n persuade, crossing her arms. 

Dean yanked his shirt down when he put it on before looking at y/n with fiery eyes, “I’m not talking to him.  He put me through hell working for him and I’ll be damned to go back and be his little bitch!”

“You don’t even have to do that!” she said, matter-of-factly, “Just ask him to give you some money or something.” 

Dean was so disappointed. Y/n knew about him and his father’s rocky relationship ever since she met him, and for her to say this to him was shocking. He saw it in her eyes that she was desperate, but Dean couldn’t face his father again. Not after the things he did to him. He promised himself he wouldn’t ask him for nothing. 

“Are you crazy?” he said, incredulously. “Do you really think I would ask him for money? He barely gave me money when I was working for him!” His raised his voice louder, which did shook y/n and add more flame to the fire when she raised hers. 

“It’s better than fucking nothing, Dean! My gosh you’re so stubborn!”

“Well how about you go prance your ass down there and ask him! Because I’m not going back there to be humiliated by those freaks!”

“You’re not supposed to give a damn about them. You’re there to work for us, not to please them!”

“It affected the way I worked for us!”

Meanwhile, the four children could hear their parents arguing from downstairs. Michael and Carter were holding the twins, frightened that they would begin to get physical again. 

Y/n and Dean did put their hands on each other on some occasions. The last time it happened was last year when Dean pushed y/n into a wall and left a crack where her back had hit it. Due to not affording a hospital visit, y/n didn’t bother to go get it checked out. So now she still suffers from back pains from it. 

They promised each other they wouldn’t lay a hand on each other again, and apologized to their children countless of times for ever showing them that kind of violence. Those fights did traumatized the oldest children, and it broke their hearts that their children had to grow up remembering those fights. 

A few minutes passed by and Dean came from out of the room, slamming the door shut then storming down the steps as he put on his flannel. When he looks up to see his children staring at him in fear, his whole demeanor changed. It angered him, at himself, of course, to see his children be fearful of him when he yelled. Dean hated the yelling just as much as they did. 

Dean sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m so sorry, guys. Momma and I were talking about grown up stuff.”

“Were those grown up stuff about money again?” Michael spoke softly. 

Dean also hated that his children knew what was stressing them out. He didn’t want to lie, so he nodded and replied, “Yeah. But it’ll all be taken care of, okay? Don’t you guys worry about a thing...” He smiled, crouching down to meet them eye to eye, “...besides those princesses you’re holding.”

They both returned a smile back as Dean tickled the two girls, who both roared in laughter just to get them to cheer up. Dean stopped to back away and look at his beautiful offspring, “You know I love you guys to death, right?”

“We know, Dad.” Carter giggled, which made Dean smile. He pulled them into a hug, and seconds later his eyes were beginning to water. Dean doesn’t want to end up like his father when he was growing up, so he’s trying his damndest to be a better father and role model unlike him. 

He pulled away as he quickly blinked back the tears. He had to get out of the house to clear his head, so he asked if they were up for the park and ice cream, which they did not decline at all. With a smile, Dean took the kids upstairs to get them dressed then headed out to the park. 

Nearby was an ice cream parlor. Dean remembered that he didn’t have any cash on him, only his credit card that he maxed out a few days ago on groceries. Right now he didn’t care. He just wanted to make his children happy. He’ll just have to deal with the overdraft fees later. 

Dean watches his kids play on the playground while eating his Cherry Garcia ice cream, as his mind goes to the $900M Jackpot. First off, Dean wasn’t so sure if he would even live if he finds out he won because he would probably die if he did. That’s a whole lot of money, enough to last you a lifetime. Second, he wouldn’t know where to begin due to the adrenaline rushing through his body. He did gave it some thought over his lunch break today. 

He would first quit his job and get the heck out of Kansas and move to Texas where him and y/n dreamed of living since they were teens. Then he would pay off any debt they had, and then start his mobile mechanic business. Of course he’d save up for his children, and probably invest in stocks. Those were the main things he wanted to accomplish first. 

Dean didn’t realize they were out for almost two hours. He wasn’t shocked that y/n didn’t bother to call and check on them, because it was typical of her whenever they’d fought. They left around six for dinnertime and when they got home you were already finishing up cooking leftovers from two nights ago. 

Dean walked upstairs to finally take a shower for supper and bed. Once dressed he folds up his lottery ticket then puts it in his pocket for later, then walked down to the living room to play with the kids until it was time to eat. 

“Dinner is ready!” y/n shouted from the kitchen as she sat the last plate of food down on the table. Moments later the kids came running into the kitchen, their laughter filling the air. She caught their contagious laugh as she watched her little girls struggle to catch up with their brothers. 

Her husband came in and swooped up Mya, kissing her temple before placing her in the worn down highchair that used to be Michael and Carter’s. You did the same with Cheyenne before sitting down next to her, then placing some of the food on her tray. 

Y/n glanced around the table to make sure everyone was situated before she dug in. The table was mostly quiet tonight, besides the babbling between the twins and the boys exchanging a few words about school. But y/n and Dean haven’t even glanced at each other. 

Carter noticed that and he looked between them frowning, “Momma, do you and Dad not love each other anymore?”

It caught both the parents off guard, making them halt their eating. For the first time Dean looks at you for your reaction, which mirrored his before he turned to Carter, giving him a confused look, “Of course we love each other, Carter. Why would you think that?”

He played with a piece of meat on his plate, sighing softly, “Because you’re always arguing. I thought the more you argued, the less you love each other.”

Y/n was lost for words. It made her heart hurt for that to be on her child’s mind. “Baby, no.” she spoke, reaching for his hand to squeeze then glancing over to Dean, “It’s what married couples do. Not every marriage is perfect. We still love each other, okay?”

Carter was going to bring up about y/n and Dean’s violence toward each other and ask was that okay for married couples to do, but brushed the thought away and nodded and continued on with his meal. 

Y/n squeezed his hand again before pulling away. Turning back Dean was staring at her, and she knew what he was thinking about. He was getting ready to say something but she stopped him by giving him a look, not wanting to talk about it anymore until later. 

After dinner, Dean offered to clean the kitchen while y/n took the kids upstairs to get them ready for bed. Once he’d finished he kissed his children goodnight before going back downstairs to watch the drawing, while y/n went to the bedroom to catch up on paperwork. 

Dean got comfortable on the couch, with his ticket in one hand and the remote in the other as he changed the channel to the drawing. He wasn’t so optimistic about this but figured it was worth a try at playing. He did begin to get a little nervous when the drawing had started. 

He watched the TV attentively at the announcer, who was introducing herself and explaining tonight’s drawing while the numbered balls were spinning behind her in clear containers. Dean’s heart was racing as he watched the air in the containers spin them around. It stopped spinning so that the first ball would raise and drop down into the tube where the winning numbers are shown. 

The announcer read off the numbers 20, 12, 51, 34, 53 and the powerball number 18. Dean looked down at his ticket and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

He quickly paused the TV to study the numbers again. He first thought that someone pulled a prank on him. He thought maybe one of his work buddies set something up. But it didn’t make sense to him. None of this was making sense to him. 

He decided to call up his work buddy Benny Lafitte, who was someone that he grew close to over the years and saw him more as a brother. He didn’t want to sound unusual and let him think he was being suspicious so he told himself to calm down before making the call. 

Benny picked up after the third ring and greeted in his southern drawl, “Hey, brother! The dang on lottery robbed me again. No lucky over here.”

Dean breathes out a laugh, “I only got one number. Not much luck either.”

“Well you had more luck than me. What number was it?”

“I don’t remember. I’m out right now getting some last minute stuff for y/n. What were the numbers again?”

“It was…” Dean could hear shuffling going on in the background, “20, 12, 51, 34, 53. The powerball was 18. How could it be possible for anyone to guess those numbers?”

His eyes grew wide as his phone slipped through his hand and fell to the floor. One thing he knew about Benny was that Benny would never lie to him. Dean was trying to think back if anyone was watching him, or if the cashier was up to no good either. 

But it wasn’t making sense at all. No one was watching him or did anything suspicious to his knowledge. 

Dean was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Benny’s voice coming from the floor. He quickly picked up the phone, “S-sorry, Ben. I’m driving and I accidentally dropped my phone. So it was those numbers? Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He said, rather in a question type of tone. “Why?”

“Nothing.” Dean said quickly, “I thought it was 13 I had but it was 12. So I’m in the same boat as you, brother.”

Benny chuckled, “Man, Andrea had no luck, my in-laws had no luck, them knuckleheads at work sure didn’t. Can’t win them all, ya know?”

“Yeah.” Dean just realized he actually won. Benny wouldn’t let anyone pull a prank like this on his best friend who knows that he’s financially unstable. It just didn’t add up. 

“Listen, Benny, I just got home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?” They said their goodbyes and Dean hastily ended the call before throwing the phone on the couch as if it stung his hand. He leaned forward with his hands on his knees when he felt like he was about to pass out. 

“I fucking won.” he spoke softly. His breathing was labored and his hands started to shake. He suddenly dropped to his knees, and his vision went dark. 

Dean had jolted himself awake from his own snoring. He sat up and blinked his eyes to regain his consciousness before rubbing his eyes.  He looked around and wondered why he was sleeping on the floor. Realization hit him like a freight train when he saw the lottery ticket laying there on the floor staring back at him. 

With wide eyes he picked it back up and stared at the ticket. “Son of a bitch!” he breathed out as he felt his eyes begin to sting. He turned around to find his phone to check the time. It was midnight, so he had to have been passed out for three hours. 

He threw the phone back on the couch before he hopped off the floor. A rush of euphoria coursed through him as he jogged up the stairs while screaming out y/n’s name. He burst through the bedroom door to see her passed out with her laptop open and papers scattered around her and on her stomach. 

But she bolted awake at the noise and her eyes were on Dean, who was walking towards her with a smile that actually terrified her. “Dean, what the hell-” she started in a grouchy tone but Dean cut her off. 

“We won!” he exclaimed in delight as he threw his hands up. “We won the Jackpot, baby!”

Y/n blinked at him a few times, not only confused but trying to adjust her eyes to the bright lights. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

“Come ‘ere I’ll show you.” Grabbing her hands he almost yanked her off the bed before leading the way to the living room where the TV was still paused to the numbers from hours ago. He points at the TV then at the ticket in his hand while handing it to you, “They’re all the same fucking numbers, even the powerball.”

She squinted as she tried to read the numbers on the ticket, “Dean, I need my glasses.” she said, tiredly. 

“Just read the-” he stopped himself and let out a breath. “I’ll go get them.” 

He came back in no time with her glasses. She puts them on and reads the numbers back and forth. Y/n felt like Dean was pulling one of his pranks again and she wasn’t having it right now. She cuts her eyes at him, “You really think this is funny, huh? Waking me up out of my sleep for this shit?!”

Dean’s smiled faded and his face scrunched, “What are you talking about? Babe, this is real! As real as it’ll ever get!”

“You know how bad are finances are and you wanted to pull some prank that you won the lottery? How dare you!” 

“Why would I prank you about this? Babe, this is not fake! Where would I go to print out a fake ticket? You know I’m not that good with computers. How would I be able to get those numbers on TV?”

Y/n stayed quiet for a moment. It made sense to her, but a part of her was saying otherwise. “I don’t know, Dean.” she said softly.

“I thought someone was pranking me, too, until I called Benny to confirm it.”

“You told him?”

“No. I made it seem like I didn’t win. I asked him to tell me the numbers again and made it seem like I was out. He repeated back all of the numbers.”

Y/n went quiet again to process what he said and she couldn’t believe it. It was impossible. They were terrible at finding luck and all of a sudden this shows up. A wave of mixed emotions hit her suddenly and she began to tear up, “Are you sure, Dean?”

“I would never lie to you, sweetheart.” Dean said with tears in his own eyes. 

She looked back at the numbers again and almost choked when she realized that it was true. She was holding the key to making a better life for her family. They won nine-hundred million dollars. 

She met her gaze with his and held his head in between her hands. “You mean to tell-” she hiccuped then smiled, “tell me that you won? You’re telling me that right now?”

Dean shook his head with tears flowing down his face as he placed his hand on top of hers, “No, baby, we won.” 

“We won!” she screamed happily and threw her arms around Dean. With a toothy smile he picks her up and holds her close. She pulls away when she remembers about the fight they had. When she was doing paperwork earlier she was thinking about the things she said and thought how wrong she was. “Baby, I’m so sorry about what happened earlier. I-”

Dean cuts her off with a kiss to silence her. “Don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s put that all behind us. We have bigger, exciting things to worry about now.”

She nods and goes back to hugging him and continues to sob happy tears on her husband’s shoulder. The pair couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them and see the impact of this fortune helping their family. 

[meefling]

Thomas’ Dream - Chapter 1

some of  you may remember waaay long ago when i wrote this short drabble based on a prompt i read here on tumblr, well i’ve since taken that story and spruced it up a bit and want to develop it into a fuller story!

so here is chapter one on ao3, or u can read it below!

“… Hmm. I suppose that concludes our class today.” Logan said tiredly as his lecture was cut short by the school bell. Not that high schoolers cared, their bags were already packed by the time the bell sounded, and were out the door within a minute.

The rest of his day followed as normal. Logan remained at school to finish grading essays until around 4:00, after which he headed home. He prepared his regular dinner, and continued to relax for the evening with an astrology book he’d borrowed from the library days ago. He was in bed at precisely 10:30pm, and his breathing exercises put him to sleep in minutes...

A man sat several feet away from him in a chair. His legs were spread so he could comfortably rest his elbows on his knees, and his head down in his hands.

Logan frowned and walked towards him at a regular pace, although in dreamspace it took him much longer to reach his target. Logan felt like it took four steps to travel the distance of one. He didn't allow his frustration dominate him. That man… He needed to help that man.

Once he was finally standing in front of him, Logan tried to say something to catch his attention.

The man didn’t hear his voice. To his slight alarm, Logan didn't hear it either. He tried several more times to speak, but all attempts came up fruitless. He gave up speaking after several minutes, or maybe hours, and tried to place a hand on the man’s shoulder.

He jerked and looked up at Logan, his face confused. His soft features then relaxed, although he was clearly stressed. Why was he stressed? Logan felt the need to pick apart this man’s brain...

“Logic...”

Logan was back in his room just then, sitting up with a loud gasp which, consequently, sent him into an unrefined coughing fit. Once he recovered he held his head in his hands, almost mirroring the defeated position of the man in his dream.

Logan shook his head and gently slapped his face. He could think of the stranger in his dream later, it was probably nonsense anyhow. He still made a mental note to check out a book on dreams and the subconscious mind on his next library visit.

The teacher checked the time. He had an hour he could sleep, or he could get up and take a long cold shower.

After just a moment’s deliberation, he decided on the latter.

OoOoO

“Thanks again for helping to organize this,” the event coordinator said graciously. Roman shook his head at the praise and beamed.

“No worries at all, my friend,” he replied. “This idea of decorating flying drones as dragons to be hunted was brilliant, however accidental its creation was.” The coordinator laughed.

“Yes, that incident at the Russian medieval festival really started something great,” he said heartily, and Roman nodded.

“Well now that everything is packed away, perhaps it’s time to take my leave.” He said.

“Of course, thanks for your help with all of this, Roman.” He reached out to shake Roman’s hand.

“It was a pleasure.” Roman assured, accepting the hand shake.

Once Roman returned home for the night, he felt exhausted. Being a medieval reenactor wasn’t easy, as fun as it may be. In his youth he could have guessed that being in character all day would be a dreamy and energizing experience. His younger self wasn't quite wrong, but Roman could never have anticipated being so drained at the end of each day.

He chose tonight to unwind with a bath, using one of his rose-scented fizzing bath bombs, and watched a classic Disney movie to further relax before he hopped into bed. He fell asleep with his phone in his hand, in the middle of scrolling through Facebook for photos of his event.

A beautiful singing voice welcomed him in his dreams. The sweet voice was deep and rich, but somehow also airy and delicate. The high notes were high, the low notes were low…

Roman found himself compelled to find the source of such a beautiful, apparently aimless melody.

The reenactor found that his surroundings were not unlike that of some RPG game, and ever the one to take up a character, Prince Roman searched high and low, stepping into empty houses, lifting pots and openin gtreasure chests, walking across grassy fields, even climbing halfway up a mountain to follow the voice. He had to have been on this journey for days, weeks even.

Finally he came across a small, simple home atop a cliff, and he felt it within him that this was the place, the man with the beautiful voice was inside.

Roman marched up to the house and opened the front door, stepping quickly inside to see a man standing alone in the structure. The man turned from facing the left wall to look at the Prince, voice cutting out as he stared at Roman with wide surprised eyes. Then he smiled wide and walked forward, arms open for a hug.

“Creativity!”

Roman woke to his alarm, jerking slightly and opening his eyes. He groaned and blinked a few times, and rubbed his eyes of sleep gunk.

He had work today.

OoOoO

“Alright now, kiddos, it’s time for bed.” Patton said cheerfully, betraying his exhaustion.

“Dad, it’s only 8.” His son said, trying to make it sound like that wasn’t his bedtime. He yawned shortly after though and betrayed his own exhaustion. His daughter yawned too, which thus prompted himself to yawn.

“And that is your bed time, young man.” Patton smiled wearily, and his daughter seemed to pick up on how tired her father was. She slowly got up and closed her 3DS, plugging it in to charge overnight in the living room and going over to her brother, steps heavy as sleep called out to her.

“Steven, let’s go.” She prompted, playfully tugging his sleeve. He did not budge however. “Steven. We have school, it's a school night.”

Steven did not move still. “Connieeee,” he complained, even as he closed his sketchbook. He slumped in his seat. Connie wrinkled her nose.

“Steveeen,” she retorted and grabbed his whole arm, tugging him up off the couch and sluggishly taking him up the stairs. Patton chuckled at his childrens’ antics, proud of their maturity, and followed them up, requesting that they brush their teeth and get into their pajamas.

“I can't wait to be a teenager.” Steven said as he got his toothbrush out, squeezing some toothpaste out onto its’ bristles.

“Because you can stay up later?” Connie asked, rolling her eyes a little bit. Steven looked sheepish, eyes focusing on running the toothbrush under the tap briefly.

“No.” He protested. Connie followed his lead, picking her brush up and squeezing out some toothpaste.

“Then why?” She asked. Steven just shoved his brush in his mouth and scrubbed his teeth clean. Connie snorted. “You just don't want to admit I'm right!” Steven groaned, and Connie laughed drowsily as she too brushed her teeth, giving her brother a gentle shove.

Patton only grinned at their banter, allowing them to fantasize their big grown up lives. He only hoped they'd still enjoy their youth around all those big dreams.

Once the children were tucked in, kissed goodnight, and he had gotten himself sorted out for bed, he watched a little TV and did some work on the computer. He got a good bit done before midnight, after which he fell asleep, propped up by two pillows against his headboard, TV on and laptop hot in his lap.

He found himself in his car, on his way to pick up his kids from their mother. She had had them for the week, and today was Sunday, so as agreed, the children would come stay with him for the following week.

He almost anxiously tapped his fingers on the wheel as he was stopped at a red light, feeling like something was off. He checked the time, even pulled his phone out to check the date. Everything seemed good to him. Some deep part of him tried to comfort him by reminding him he was asleep, and his subconscious self accepted this and moved on once the light turned green.

He arrived shortly at his childrens’ mother’s house, and took a moment in his car to breathe before he adjusted his glasses and put on his best Dad Smile. He hopped out of the car and up the porch steps, then knocked on the door, awaiting the deep barks of Bonnie and Abby.

The father’s stomach twisted when no such barking was heard and he wondered for just a second if the family was on a walk. He almost turned around to go back to his car, when the door swung open and a man in his twenties was looking back at him. Patton blinked several times in astoundment, before the man in front of him lit up with childlike excitement.

“Morality!”

Patton’s sleep was cut off when four loud knocks on his door woke him, and he made an undignified noise as he was pulled from his dream.

“Dad, it’s 7:30 in the morning! We want breakfast!” He heard Steven call through the door like he was an adult. Connie followed the statement with a childlike “yeah!”, and another four knocks at his door.

“Alright, alright, daddy’s awake,” he called back to them, throwing a little laugh at the end. He stretched and his stiff back popped. “Go downstairs to the table and I'll be down in a minute!”

Connie and Steven’s feet both sounded their exit. He could hear their careless footsteps all the way down the stairs of their house.

Patton sighed, grabbed the remote to turn off the TV, closed the lid of his laptop, and got out of bed to begin his day.

OoOoO

Virgil remained in his classroom for several minutes after the others in his class had left, still putting away his notebooks and other things he’d used to distract himself from school. He’d learned early in the school year that rushing didn't get him anywhere any faster, in fact it only lead to mistakes. Virgil found it more worth it to awkwardly take his time than to speed through his end of day process.

He made sure to put his headphones on and turn to a good song before he actually left the classroom, allowing his music to remove him from reality as he left the school building. As usual, his walk home lead him past a pizzeria in the plaza by the school. His stomach growled but he just pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on his feet. He has the self control not to go in, not because he was broke or not hungry, but exclusively because he had had enough social interaction today, he just wanted to go home.

Virgil did get home in good time, and he turned his music up louder as his mom and mother tried to greet him. He muttered a “hey”, and the women quickly got the idea that their son was not having a social day today. Virgil silently thanked them as they allowed him to go right to his room and shut the door.

With a long breath, he collapsed into his computer chair and waited for the song to finish before unplugging the headphones and replugging them into his computer. He swiftly got to work on one of the many projects he’d started this year, with a passion to finally get this work finished today. A few hours later, he drifted into a restless sleep, leant back in his chair.

There was a man standing behind him. Virgil didn't know how he knew; he couldn't hear breathing, couldn't feel anything, and hadn't turned to check if someone was really there. But somehow, he just knew, a man was standing right there behind him. Virgil just stared ahead at a half-circle-shaped light far ahead of him, not unlike an end of a tunnel would look like.

Neither person moved for several moments, before the man behind Virgil made a sudden jerk forward.

He broke into a run then, heart going from regular heartbeats to alarmed pounding in his chest, feeling breathless immediately but still sprinting regardless. The man chasing him began to shout, but Virgil’s breath and heartbeat in his own eardrums was too loud for him to make out what the other was saying. That light at the end of the tunnel was approaching fast, he was going to make it out of here.

At least, he’d thought he was going to make it out. It wasn't long after he thought he’d secured freedom, several feet from the tunnel, before Virgil was caught. A hand gripped his shoulder hard and he was spun around.

The man now in front of him looked possibly more terrified than he felt, it jarred him so badly he almost didn't hear what the man had been shouting at him.

“Anxiety!”

Virgil shot up in shock, propelling him backwards far enough that he fell right out of his chair and onto the floor. Pain shot up his back not only from the break in stiffness, but also due to whatever he’s landed on. He grit his teeth and regretted minutely that his floor wasn’t clean, as he got up to inspect whatever he’d fallen on for damage.

The soft knock at his door shouldn't have made him yelp but it did, and he needed a second to breathe before he responded. “Yeah?”

“Your mom ordered a pizza for dinner.” His mother said through the door, and Virgil blinked in surprise. Usually mom was up for cooking a meal. He worried maybe she wasn't feeling well, perhaps a patient of hers brought her down. Maybe it was something he did.

“Down in a minute.” Virgil replied, as he peeled himself up from the ground. Nothing he landed on appeared damaged, and he did a small spin around his room as if checking that he was alone in the space, before he went to his door and left the safety of his bedroom.

He ducked his head to avoid his mother’s smile as she and him traveled down to the dining room to meet his mom and a box of pizza.

OoOoO

There was something incorporeal linking an overworked professor, an exhausted thespian, a divorced father, and an adopted teen together. It was a force none of them understood, especially seeing as none of them had ever even met before that day.

The room they met in was mostly empty, consisting of few decorations and four chairs set up in front of a desk with only a few papers and pens adorning it. Atop the desk was also a flower in a vase, and a framed photograph that was visible just to whoever sat at the desk. There was a square piece of Bristol board leaned up against the wall beside the desk.

Logan was the first into the room, and he really wasn't sure what to make of this. His first thought had been that this was perhaps an anonymous interview. But as soon as Roman entered, he wondered if this was some kind of joint interview situation.

As this second man sat down, Logan immediately observed that he was dressed far too gayly to be here for the same reason as himself.

“Hello.” Roman greeted, looking Logan up and down. There was not a chance they were here for the same purpose.

“Greetings.” Logan said, calmly, as he rode his gaze from Roman’s fancy shoes to his face. “I believe you may have the wrong room.”

Roman looked confused. “Really?” He pulled out his phone and swiped to his emails, checking his most recent one. “Room 6.18?”

“Oh, huh.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “No, that is this room. How peculiar.”

“Excuse me?” Roman inquired, tilting his head as he pocketed the device.

“Well it's just that,” Logan paused, to think of a good phrasing for this. “You already seem so wildly different from myself.”

Roman frowned. “Is that a bad thing?” He sounded defensive and Logan winced.

“No, not at all. I just had this theory…” he sighed. “Never mind that.” He offered his hand. “My name is Logan.”

Roman accepted the hand, giving it a firm shake. “Roman.”

It was at this point that Patton entered, with a slight skip to his step. He immediately noticed the other two.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, causing Logan to jump and Roman to merely look over at the doorway. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realize I would have company!”

Roman and Logan looked at each other, before Patton came over and sat beside the pair. “My name is Patton, pleased to meet you! What are your names?”

Roman cleared his throat, matching the father’s bright smile with one of his own. “Hello, my name is Roman! This is Logan.”

“I can speak for myself.” Logan muttered, to nobody’s attention. Patton beamed and nodded.

“My, my, I wonder what this could be about!” He pondered aloud. Logan’s eyes widened.

“You mean you aren't sure?” He clarified, leaning forward to look past Roman at the man. Roman made a sound of confusion.

“You neither?” He asked, looking between the two. Logan shook his head.

“I only got an email telling me I must come to this location at this time.” He said.

“Hey, me too!” Patton said, then gasped. “Oh, do you think maybe we should wait outside for the interviewer?” He stood again.

“I don’t think so,” Roman said, shaking his head. “Why would the door have been open if the guy didn't want us to come in?”

Patton looked in awe. “Oh, I guess that's true.” He glanced to his side, where there was one more chair set up. “Say, are we expecting one more person?”

Logan leaned a little more forward to see the fourth chair. “Maybe so. This all seems awfully planned out.” He leaned back and turned to glance over his shoulder at the door.

He immediately met eyes with a teen, whose gaze moved to the sign on the door, Room 6.18, before it fell to the floor and he walked inside with an air of uncertainty, taking his seat beside Patton.

The father right away noticed him enter, and smiled brightly. “Well hello there, kiddo! My name is Patton, pleasure to meet you!”

“They let a kid be part of whatever this is?” Roman asked, looking from Virgil to Logan. “What could this possibly be?”

“I have to be honest, I don't know.” He admitted, as he watched Patton try to speak to Virgil, seeming to pick up on the fact Virgil didn't want to be spoken to. “I see no commonalities between us other than perhaps our sex. We are not the same ages, body types, professions, or anything of the sort.”

“That's no help.” Roman purses his lips. Logan scoffed.

“How about we just be patient until the man who summoned us here shows himself?” Logan suggested. “Your guess is as good as mine as to why we are here.”

“May I ask you a question?” Roman sad, going on before Logan could answer. “How come you followed that email? Didn't it seem suspicious when you first got it?”

Logan opened his mouth to respond but closed it again,conflicted. He hadn't marked it off as spam, but neither did the rest of these people…

All conversation was halted by a clearing of a throat behind them, and all four heads turned to look at the man in the doorway. He smiled broadly and walked inside, headed for the desk.

“Hi everyone, glad to know you all made it here in one piece!” he greeted, smiling. “My name is Dr. Emile Picani, and…” his voice dropped low, his face serious, as he sat in his chair. “I’m sure you’re all wondering why I brought you here today.”

Tension filled the air quicker than a speeding bullet. Virgil wanted to run out of here, he’d seen movies enough to know this was suspicious from the start. Patton looked confused, nodding a little to Emile’s statement. Roman immediately glanced over to Logan, then over to Patton and to Virgil, then back at Emile, conflict filling him. Logan’s entire body went stiff, he had to hold back a gasp when Emile’s demeanour changed and his mind raced with theories fuelled by confusion and skepticism.

Emile laughed.

“Sorry, I’ve just always wanted to say that.”

The tension deflated from the room like a popped balloon. Virgil growled a bit and pulled the hood of his hoodie up, trying to battle his now extra heightened nerves. Patton made a small “oh” sound and followed up with a laugh and a smile as bright as the Doctor’s. Roman sputtered and looked again at each occupant in the room, before looking back at Emile in disbelief. Logan’s brain almost shut down and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding, all theories rushing out of his mind.

“Aha, no, but seriously,” Emile cleared his throat again. “Thank you all for coming. I am so relieved that you all could trust my word to come here and meet with me.”

“Why have you summoned us all here?” Logan blurted, wanting to get to the point and quell his wild mind from running away with its’ conspiracy theories. “We all appear to have nothing in common with each other, or with you.” He stated bluntly.

“Yeah, what Bifocals said,” Roman followed up, leaning forward in his seat. Logan gave a look.

“Bifocals?” He murmured, having not been called such a nickname in a very long time. He subconsciously adjusted his glasses.

Emile’s smile softened.

“I am a somnologist, I study sleep cycles and dreams.” He stated, sensing the impatience in his patients. “And I have reason to believe the four of you are dreaming of one particular person.”

“What?” Virgil said suddenly, for a moment confusing everyone but Emile, for this was the first time he’d spoken yet. “How the hell do you know about that?”

Patton bristled. “Language, kiddo.” He said instinctively, and although a second after saying it realizing Virgil wasn't his child, he stood by his statement, even when Virgil sputtered beside him. Emile laughed good-heartedly.

“No need to get excited, I have my ways.” He said, before he reached to the piece of Bristol board leaned against the wall. “I must ask that you all remain seated and calm when I present this to you.”

“What?!” Virgil blurted out again. “What's on the poster board?!”

“Is this disturbing subject matter??” Patton asked, taking a glance to the teenager beside him.

“That just makes me want to not stay calm!” Roman said, eyes wide as he stared at Emile.

“Just cut to the point already!” Logan rose his voice uncharacteristically.

“Gentlemen, all of you, please settle!” Emile requested, standing from his seat and resting the Bristol board on his desk, blank side up. “Please be calm and then I can show you why I've brought you here.”

A feeling of dread rose individually in each of the four men before Dr. Picani, and he waited another few seconds after their silence and all eyes were on him before he lifted the board and turned the printed side towards them.

On the board appeared to be a photocopy of a realistic sketch, featuring a soft-looking man with slightly ruffled brown hair, a slender face, tired but joyful eyes, and a pleasant smile. At the sight of the sketch, Logan, Roman, Patton, and Virgil all froze totally.

Their reactions confirmed to Emile one solid fact.

“You are all familiar with the face of Thomas Sanders.”

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So @sigrunsavestheday​ tagged me for this game during my great Laptop Absence and it’s since been saved in my draft as I’ve slowly tried catching up to things amidst balancing graduation upcoming. Having been tagged by @darkshrimpemotions​ too, I figured that was the perfect excuse to kick my rear in gear, update the list, and actually post it. :)

The first lines from your last 20 works and see if you spot any patterns!! :) I don’t really know who to tag, but here’s my works listed below the read more.

I’ve noticed that I start with either dialogues or “the” statements a lot. I play with tense and perspectives a lot between all of these (especially the more recent pieces), but you can definitely tell the more present tenses are my shorter works. Typically. Or definitely ones I was getting experimental with. Again, thanks to you both for the tag, and if anyone wants to do this, please tag me as your tagger ;))

1. Will You Take Me Away (Will You Make Me Your Wife): T+ SPN 789 words

The gulls are crying out in the fresh morning, and from where Cas’ stands he can see Kelly keeping a sentinel watch over the water. Her ankles are buried in the surf as the ocean kisses her skin with mist. It’s peaceful, really. The way her hair is swept in the breeze, and she seems like a painting. Motion paused; life still.

Cas peers through the yellow curtains one more time, just to watch Sam chase Jack across the open field that makes up the front yard. Its grass bleeds into the surf where Kelly stands. He can’t see her face, but Cas imagines that she is smiling. Her son—so full of good—young and carefree in a kind world. A paradise.

2. de·noue·ment: T+ SPN 1k words

The Old God was a writer.

He sat at his desk, scribbling away on a page. Or he typed away at keys. He crafted and drafted words— worlds . Creation came to life beneath his fingertips. After the world was created, and filled with his characters, he continued to write. Continued to fill out the page, writing a masterpiece that would culminate into the tale of two brothers.

3. Another Word For Divine: T+ SPN 2.9k words

“What’s all this, then?” Mary asked as she walked into the Bunker’s kitchen on a Sunday morning.

Jack smiled, beaming a sunny disposition as he turned away from the stovetop he was monitoring. “Hi! Sam said I could help with breakfast. I’m watching the bacon.”

Mary let out a breathy chuckle. Despite him looking so much older, Jack was still just a child. In a way, it was the opposite of how she felt seeing Sam and Dean. When she looked at Sam and Dean, it was like she was searching for her babies but could only see men. When she looked at Jack, his blue eyes a mirror of Castiel’s, she tried to see a man. The Devil’s son. But all she could see was a child . The child of her friend. The child of her children.

4. An Invisible Man Sleeping In Your Bed: M SPN 1.5k words

Dean Smith is a simple man. An average man. He orders salads from the cafe down the street. Talks to the other people on his floor when he steps out for his coffee. Has a unicorn laugh that erupts from his office on occasion. He’s sociable, competent, and attractive. There’s only one problem all the single women on the floor have with him.

5. (How Am I Supposed To) Carry On: M SPN 15.9K words

The thing about Florida was that it was hot as balls. The humidity was gross, and Dean could not believe anyone would want to vacation there. Maybe the beaches weren’t so bad, but wendigos didn’t stalk beaches. Sam made some smart sounding comment about silkies to which Cas refuted that silkies were hardly carnivorous and it was the sharks one had to watch out for.

6. Into The Sea Of Waking Dreams: E SPN 5.9k words

Swallowing thickly, Dean traced his fingers over the inscription within the volume that Sam had placed in front of him. His throat felt dry, but his mouth would not salivate. He turned his gaze to Sam, words rasped. “Are you sure?”

7. Modern Methods of Instruction: M SPN 2.7k words

The history of mold and its use for spellwork was an intriguing subject, though hardly relevant to Sam’s current inquiry. Sighing, Sam replaced that particular novel back into its place before retrieving another unearthly arcana book. He flipped through the pages, mentally marking how yellowed they were. Sam wondered if he should begin cataloging the books within the library. Shifting through artifacts was a daunting enough task, but creating a Hunter’s Dewey Decimal System was something more within his wheelhouse.

8. Between The Shadow And The Soul: M SPN 2.3k words

The Righteous Man was touched by angels. Literally and figuratively. Castiel himself had touched the Righteous Man’s soul, bore his grace into him, and stitched his torn soul together. Placed his body back piece by piece with a few added bonuses. Healed the old liver. Twisted the knee back into place. A few pieces here and there that would have no true bearing on his role as the Michael Sword, but which Castiel hoped the Righteous Man would appreciate.

9. You Don't Wanna Be Alone: G SPN 1.7k words

When Dean was four, he watched his mother hold his baby brother to the blooming sunflowers she kept in the backyard. Mom said they were called Sunriches. They were named that because they were like golden suns. Dean thought the sun was golden, but when he tried looking at it, the sun was just a bright, white color. Blinding. Dad said he couldn’t look at the sun without hurting himself, so he stopped trying.

10. I'm Lost And I'm Found: M SPN 1.4k words

The first time Castiel feels hunger, he is standing beside the ocean.

His brother—tall and formidable in his form—watches over the ocean with unblinking eyes.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” His brother sighs wistfully. “The quiet?”

Castiel knows what he means. It has not been so long since Lucifer rebelled against God’s Will. The noise had been terrible; the fighting was great. Now Heaven rolls with ominous thunder that looms within the clouds, waiting to rain down upon the peace that has settled since Lucifer’s Fall.

11. All That I Want For You, My Son (Is To Be Satisfied): T+ SPN 2.8k words

“C’mon, Cas,” Dean’s voice is soft. “Dad’ll be gone soon. And we’ve already fixed everything that my dumb wish messed up anyways. Might as well let him meet the kid, right?”

12. A Two Dimensional Kind of Guy: T+ SPN 2.3k words

“Hey, man, so like…” Shaggy trailed his words off as the dude halted in his steps. His shoulders were large and intimidating but his face made him seem softer and more approachable. It was easier speaking to the guy, Castiel, when faced with his - well, face.

13. You Hang From My Lips: M SPN 1.8k words

You can’t touch him unless his blood is coating your hands.

Maybe it’s because your unholy hands could never touch something so divine unless bathed in its blood. Like red wine cleansing the body’s sins. You’ve heard wine is good for that. Some God-follower interpreted it and some doctor agreed with it.

Maybe it’s because all you know how to do is hurt. Your touch is poison and it drags him down, down, down. Until there’s nothing left of that burning star but a husk.

14. A Second Once In A Lifetime: G The Witcher 1.2k words

The winter had gone quickly in Kaer Morhen this year. Geralt was certain this was because of the non-Witchers who had stayed during the season. His focus had been Ciri’s training and helping Yennefer to heal, and both responsibilities had taken up much of his stay this winter. It had certainly broken up the monotony of repairing the old keep with Vesemir.

15. The History of Tango: M The Witcher 48.9k words

If there was one thing that Jaskier could find agreeable about the eccentric Countess Yennefer of Vengerberg, it was her taste. Well, that and her disregard for social etiquette. Together, it made the woman rather impressive. The Countess had not married into her title, having been bequeathed it in some dramatic fashion that Jaskier had heard no less than three versions of. The people did love their gossip, especially when it surrounded such a scandalous figure.

16. Your Eyes Aren't Rivers There To Weep: T+ SPN 2.7k words

It was a cold night in January when it began. Castiel recalled the humans had recently marked the year 1979. The evening was an ordinary one save for the birth of one, small child. Crying, the babe called out for his mother. Like most humans, the babe hungered. Humans milled about before affixing the newborn into the arms of a tired but brightly smiling mother.

17. You've Been Ever So Kind: T+ The Witcher 2.1k words

“Geralt,” Jaskier whined. “I am sweating like a paid lady in a temple!” He pouted, fanning himself with some tool of an Eastern design that Geralt was not familiar with. The bard cupped his hand over his brow with the opposite hand not already preoccupied with the fan in order to shield his eyes from the overbearing sun.

18. I Heard There Was A Secret Gourd (That David Carved): G The Witcher 2.2k

The laughter of children as they ran along the sidewalk outside was but a muted noise within the apartment inhabited by Geralt Rivia and his goddaughter Cirilla. The young tween sighed boredly as she stared at the scattered patterns. Miscellaneous eyes and mouths meant to be traced on the gourd met her gaze as she sighed again. Drumming her fingers against her cheek, Cirilla turned to face her godfather.

19. A Wet Red Devil: M DC Comics 2.2k words

There was a reason Zatanna did not often invite Constantine to join their missions.

John Constantine was the single most irritating human to have ever existed. A brilliantly talented warlock with a bastard smug grin. A knack to create anarchy amongst even the most peaceful of beings. Zatanna was certain that even Superman himself had wanted to make Constantine choke on his smarmy words.

Sighing, Zatanna placed her forehead to her palm. While she had always tried to keep from inviting Constantine along - well - needs must and all that.

But was this worth it?

20. Vado Dove Vai Tu (I Go Where You Go): M YOI 1.5k words

The worship of the gods is common. Which deity is worshipped varies from city to estate, like which sort of wine decorates a table, but the pantheon under Zeus’ watchful eye is predominantly those deities that are worshipped. Sacrifices are offered for blessings or boons, whether it be for harvest, happiness, or war. The velvet tongues of mortals cry out their gods’ names and bleed forth on altars all for the sake of worship.

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Omg as someone whos had family constantly fighting like Taemin's parents I know how hard this would be for him. Especially with him moms double standard. It's good that he has his aunt to help him out tho. Can you write something where maybe his aunt and his mom fight about taemin? Or does taemin temporarily move out of his house cause of his dad?

Taemin stayed at Kai’s house the entire weekend his mother was away for work. Taemin and Kai had been best friends for years, since elementary school, and Kai’s parents loved Taemin. He stayed at Kai’s house a lot, whether it was just for sleepovers to play video games or because Taemin didn’t want to be around his own parents, so it was no surprise when they walked through Kai’s front door that Friday afternoon and announced that Taemin would be spending the weekend there. Kai’s mom smiled at him, said they were having dinner around seven, and that she would be sure to make enough for everyone. Taemin borrowed Kai’s clothes that weekend, his school uniform got washed with Kai’s, and he slept on Kai’s bedroom floor, on a little mattress that Kai kept under his bed and pulled out every night for Taemin to sleep on.

On Saturday and Sunday nights, Taemin and Kai even played dumb family games with Kai’s parents and his older brother, Suho. Games like Apples to Apples and Monopoly Deal, they even played Clue. It was fun. Taemin loved every minute of it.

But Monday morning eventually came. Kai’s brother drove them all to school, Taemin and Kai presented their history project during third period, and then Suho dropped Taemin off at home after school. Taemin held on tightly to the straps of his backpack, and he walked into the house hoping to go up to his bedroom without running into his father.

Luck wasn’t on his side, though. Heechul was sitting on the couch, like he always was, and he turned towards the front door when Taemin walked through it.

“Where the hell were you all weekend?”

Taemin held onto the doorknob, and he frowned at his father.

“Kai’s house,” he said.

Heechul started shouting at him. Krystal had come by the house, asked to see Taemin, and Heechul had to make up an excuse as to why Taemin wasn’t there two days in a row. Jessica had called the house, too. Asked to talk to Taemin. Heechul had to tell her time and time again that Taemin wasn’t home, Taemin was busy, Taemin was sleeping, and, “It stressed me the hell out, Taemin!”

“You’re the one who said my friend couldn’t stay,” Taemin argued.

“And what’s this?” Heechul asked, holding up a letter. “What the hell is this?”

“I don’t know,” Taemin snapped. “It’s in your fuckin’ hand, I can’t see it.”

“It’s your progress report,” Heechul said. “You have a C in your English class.”

“That’s because we’ve only had one test so far!” Taemin said. “He said our grades were gonna look like shit until we turned in the first essay, and we only did that last week! Grades haven’t gone through yet!”

“You’re a disappointment, Taemin,” Heechul said. “And it says you’re in the dance club? What dance club? You’re an embarrassment!”

Taemin just stood there and listened to Heechul yelling about how disappointed he was, how embarrassing Taemin was to him. Taemin didn’t even really understand why he was such an embarrassment. The dance club was the break dance club for shit’s sake, it was cool, everyone thought the break dance club was cool. Except Heechul. Heechul thought it was so embarrassing, it was so disappointing, it was the worst possible thing his teenage son could be doing.

So Taemin stomped up the stairs while Heechul continued to scream at him. He heard Heechul shout, “Stay up in your room, Taemin! Don’t come out unless I call you!” Taemin slammed his door shut, kept his backpack on his back, and pulled one of his extra bags out from his closet to start shoving his clothes and anything that was important into it. He felt his chest tightening, felt the angry, pissed off tears pushing at the backs of his eyes but didn’t dare let them start welling up or fall down his cheeks. 

Once everything was packed, he zipped up his bag, walked out of his room and walked as quietly down the stairs as he could. Heechul was still absorbed in whatever was on TV or his laptop or whatever the hell he did on that couch all day, so Taemin ran across into the kitchen and left through that door instead of the front. 

Taemin hurried down the street, wiggled the handle of his aunt’s house, and knocked and rang the doorbell until Amber answered.

“Is my aunt home?” Taemin asked, his voice cracking.

“No, not yet,” Amber said. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Come inside. What’s in that bag?”

“I’m not living in that house when he’s there,” Taemin said. “He’s an asshole, I hate him, I’m not going back until he’s gone. And if you and Auntie Krystal won’t let me stay here, then I’ll go to Kai’s, because his parents love me and they let me play stupid games with them and they wash my uniform with Kai’s and Suho’s like it’s no big deal or anything.”

“You can stay here,” Amber said, guiding him over to the couch. “Of course you can stay here. Come here, put your bags down, we can watch TV or talk or whatever you want.”

Taemin sat on the couch, pulled his legs up so his feet were gripping the edge of the couch, and he put his arms on top of his knees. 

He sat there with Amber for two hours, talking, watching TV, and waiting for Krystal to come home from work. When she did come home, Taemin latched onto her, told her all about how Heechul called him a disappointment, an embarrassment, and how he stayed at Kai’s all weekend.

Krystal was furious. She called Jessica as soon as she could, told her she wasn’t letting Taemin go back to the house while Heechul was still there, and fought with her over the phone for at least forty-five minutes. 

Taemin didn’t want tot listen to it, so he curled up under the covers of his aunt’s bed and stayed there. 

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oooh I love this meme! Alexander/J or Eliza/C?

When words aren’t enough.

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Alexander was very aware that Father’s Day was a bullshit holiday.  He refused anyone who tried to point out some sad reason he might not like the holiday, since he didn’t like Mother’s Day either!  He didn’t even like birthday cards.  Though Eliza told him a long time ago he needed to stop saying this to people who loved him and wanted to celebrate him.

He’d let the birthday thing go, but not the Father’s Day stuff.  Eliza promised she wouldn’t buy any gifts or cards, especially since none of their kids could write a coherent sentence yet.  There would be no point.  Alexander had hundreds of their drawings, and they were beautiful and perfect and they weren’t forced to produce their art under the guise of a terrible holiday.  

Still, by the time Father’s Day rolled around, he freed himself for the day of any work.  He made breakfast, like he always did on Sundays, while Eliza drank down two cups of coffee very, very quickly and sat with Philip and Angelica at the table.  Baby Alexander, still in the tiny, newborn stage, slept in the other room.

“Philip, please lower your voice.  Your brother is sleeping,” Eliza reminded their oldest for the 300th time in the last month. 

Philip stood up and laid his head down on Eliza’s lap, pouting like a pro.  “But it’s morning, Mommy.”  Philip still had over a year until kindergarten, but he was starting to lose some of the toddler out of his voice.  Every day he sounded more and more like a little boy, rather than this weird creature only he and Eliza could understand. 

Thank God for Angelica, who was barely speaking, and baby Alex. 

Eliza pulled Philip into her lap and explained again how much sleep babies needed.  “And sometimes Mommy and Daddy need sleep too.”  Philip really enjoyed waking them up as soon as he got up every morning.  Even on Sundays. 

Alexander may have suggested a cage instead of a big boy bed. 

He brought breakfast over to the table and Philip forgot all about his constant need for attention in favor of pancakes.  Eliza dug in too, and Alexander cut Angelica’s pancakes into little pieces and helped her eat.

And this?  This was a perfect morning.  Why bother needing a dumb holiday to make this happen?  It should be happening anyway!  

After, Alexander and the older kids cuddled up on his chair to watch Face the Nation while Eliza fed Alex.  The next presidential election was over two years away, but, of course, people couldn’t stop talking about who the Democratic challenger might be.  Alexander knew.  Washington wouldn’t commit to it just yet, but Alexander knew it would be him.  And he knew that Washington would win.  He could feel it in his bones, and the work it would take made Alexander feel alive in a way working in a law firm never had. 

He tweaked his resignation letter daily, and Eliza read the new draft every night.  They were both pleased with the latest version.

But still, they waited. 

But not today.  Alexander wouldn’t let his mind go too far down the path of plans.  Not while Angelica was shriek laughing at something on the television Philip pointed out to her.  Not when Eliza came in with the baby and sat on the arm of his chair.  Running Washington made him excited, but it had nothing on his family. 

“Philip, go get Daddy’s present.”  Philip jumped off Alexander and to his backpack in the hall.

“What?”

Eliza rolled her eyes.  “They made him do it at pre-school.”

“You didn’t get one for Mother’s Day.”

“I did.  I just am the one who picks him up, so he handed it to me unceremoniously on a Friday at 1:30.”

“I’m very jealous of you.”

Philip climbed back onto Alexander’s lap and handed Alexander a folded piece of green construction paper. 

“Green for Daddy!”

Alexander kissed the top of his son’s head.  “Thank you.  I love it.”

“Open it!” 

“Philip, lower your voice,” Eliza said. 

Alexander opened it and looked at the drawing Philip had done of the two of them, as stick figures, at a baseball game.  Eliza’s dad had taken the two of them to opening day at Yankee stadium.   The figures had hats and everything and the little Philip wore a baseball glove. In some classroom aide’s handwriting at the top of the page were all Philip’s memories of his “great day with his Daddy!” 

“Is it okay?” Philip asked. 

Alexander nodded, but he couldn’t speak.  Eliza took it out of his hands before he started to cry. This little, tiny thing his kid did because some teacher told him to was making Alexander so emotional he couldn’t speak.  But his kid remembered that day.  And remembered all these things he loved about it, and loved about him. 

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Eliza said.  “Maybe we’ll get a frame so Daddy can put it in his office.” 

Alexander shook his head.  He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing it every day.  Especially not in front of clients. 

She smiled, soft and gentle and beautiful, and said, “Or something else.”

“Can I have it in my room?”

“Yes!  Perfect,” Alexander agreed with his kid.  Philip should be proud of his work and show it off and not make his father cry while trying to earn a living.  Perfect solution.  Perfect child. 

That night, Eliza climbed into bed.  “What are you looking at?” she asked Alexander.

He looked up from his laptop.  “Baseball tickets.” 

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Something Wicked- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,739

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Summary: When John gives you a case that reminds you of your past, how will you deal with it. You were only a kid so it wasn’t your fault... Right?

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August of 1989

“Dean, it’s going to be okay.” You said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah I know.” Dean muttered. John came out of the Motel bedroom with a duffel bag full of weapons.

“All right. You know the drill, Dean. Anybody calls, you don't pick up. If it's me, I'll ring once, then call back. You got that?”

“Mm-hmm. Only answer the phone unless it rings once first.” Dean recited.

“Don’t worry, John, Dean and I will make sure nothing bad ever happens.”

“Good. It only takes one mistake, got that?” You and Dean both nodded.

“Alright, if I'm not back Sunday night...?” John questioned.

“Call Pastor Jim.” You answered immediately.

“Lock the doors, the windows, and close the shades. Most importantly,” Dean cut off his father.

“Watch out for Sammy.” It was always about Sam. You and Dean needed to protect him with your life. You looked over at Sam and he was watching cartoons on the TV, not really paying attention to what was going on. You envied the kid because you wanted a childhood like the one you and Dean gave him. You tried your best to keep Sam out of the whole monster business.

“Alright. If something tries to bust in?” John slung the duffel bag over his shoulder.

“Shoot first, ask questions later.” You and Dean said at the same time.

“Good kids. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” With that, John was gone. Dean locked the door behind him and sighed.

“It’s going to be okay, Dean. I know it.” You gave him a small smile.

It’s been a while since John left and Sam was starting to get worried. You and Dean knew that he would be back by Sunday but Sam didn’t know that. So, it was up to you and Dean to take care of Sam by yourselves. It was dinner time and Dean poured his brother a glass of milk.

“When's Dad going to get back?” Sam asked in a small voice. You were sitting at the table while Dean was cooking the food. It was his turn anyways.

“Tomorrow.” Dean said, grabbing the pot on the stove.

“When?” That wasn’t good enough for Sam.

“He’ll be home before you know it, Sammy. But you got us right now and I think that’s pretty great.” You smiled at the kid. Dean poured him some food and sighed.

“Eat your dinner.”

“I'm sick of scabetti-ohs.” You smiled when he tried to pronounce the name of the food.

“Well, you're the one who wanted them!” Dean said, exasperated. You knew Sam was being a pain and Dean was getting fed up.

“I want lucky charms!” Sam smiled.

“Sam, there is no more.” You and Dean always made sure that Sam ate first. Dean then made sure you were next before he even thought about himself. But there was only enough food for Sam and maybe another person. You wanted to put Dean first this time so you hid the lucky charms.

“I saw the box!”

“Okay, maybe there is but there's only enough for one bowl and Dean hasn’t had any yet.” You bit your lip. You got up and took out the box, handing it to Dean. He and Sam were having a stare off, trying to decide who got the Lucky Charms.

Sam was a master at the puppy dog eyes and so naturally, he won. Dean sighed and grabbed the bowl of spaghetti, dumped it and got a new one. He placed the Lucky Charms on the table for Sam to enjoy. Sam smiled widely and reached inside, taking out the toy.

“Do you want the prize?” He held out his hand for Dean. You loved the love Sam had for his brother and the love Dean had for him. It made this life just a little easier to deal with.

“Thanks, Sam.” Dean said softly, taking it.

It was Sunday night but John still hadn’t come back. You and Dean were getting angsty and Sam was getting whiny. You realized for the first time just how small the motel room was. It was getting suffocating just sitting here. The most you could do was watch TV or talk with Sam. So, you and Dean were watching TV because Sam was asleep for the night.

“Y/N, we need to get out of here.” Dean said, turning off the TV.

“What? What about Sam?” You asked, looking at him.

“He’ll be fine. He’s asleep and we’ll only be out for a few minutes. I need some air.”

“Fine, but only for a few minutes.” You got up and followed Dean outside. He made sure the room was locked and you found yourself with Dean, in the office lobby, playing the video games there. You and Dean took turns and you were having so much fun.

You hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. You were forgetting how to be a child and this was a good reason to get out of the room for a while.

“Kids, we’re closing up.” You looked over at the owner and nodded, letting Dean finish his turn.

“Man, that was fun.” Dean laughed, walking out of the lobby. You walked back over to the motel room and walked inside. You stopped short when you saw light coming from Sam’s room. You gulped, knowing that no one should be in there. If Sam was truly awake, he would be watching TV. That kid did nothing else.

You and Dean moved closer to the door and peeked in. Your eyes widened when you saw a shtriga leaning over a sleeping Sam. Dean reached for the rifle by the door and pointed it to the monster. The shtriga hissed and looked at Dean when he cocked the gun.

“Dean, shoot him.” You looked at Dean. He was doing nothing and you assumed he didn’t want to hit Sam. Enough time passed and the front door busted open and John rushed in, guns raised.

“Get out of the way!” John yelled. You grabbed Dean and moved him out of the way, just as John began to shoot the monster. The shtriga got away though and jumped through the window, escaping. John rushed to Sam and pulled him awake.

“Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. You ok?” John said, scared. You and Dean just stared at this because you didn’t know what to do.

“Yeah Dad, what's going on?” Sam asked, confused and sleepy. John turned toward his other son and adopted daughter.

“What happened?” He glared.

“We just went out…” You began to say.

“What?!” John yelled.

“Just for a second. I'm sorry.” Dean said, scared for his brother.

“I told you not to leave this room. I told you not to let him out of your sight!” John yelled at his son.

“John! It wasn’t his fault! I was there too!” You defended the older Winchester.

“I’m no done with you, young lady.” John glared at you. What have you done?

 Present Day

You never got John. You didn’t understand the way he did things. He would send you on hunts but he wouldn’t call. He would send them through a phone that you couldn’t track. You didn’t understand why he was doing this or where he was doing this from.

If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have gone. But Dean does whatever Daddy asks him to do. You loved John with all your heart but you didn’t know why he was always so strict with you and his sons.

“Dean, I’m trying here and I’m finding nothing. Maybe dad was wrong. Maybe there is nothing here.” Sam said, frustrated. You were going to Fitchburg, Wisconsin where John was sending you. He didn’t tell you why you were going there. You’ll just have to figure it out on the way.

“You probably missed something, that's what.” Dean was set about this and you or Sam wouldn’t change his mind.

“Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, and newspapers, but I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?”

“Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, Sammy.” Dean sighed.

“Sam, maybe there will be something by the time we get there. Not everything is meet-the-eye.” You tried to make this situation better.

“Well, I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what.” Sam closed his laptop and looked out the window.

“Well, maybe he's going to meet us there.” Dean said with a bit of hope in his tone.

“Dean, I don’t think that he will. He hasn’t really been that easy to find.” You bit your lip gently.

“Fine, maybe he won’t be there but I’m sure there is something in Fitchburg that is worth killing.” Dean said.

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?” Sam asked, looking at his brother.

“Cause I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.” Dean shrugged.

“No, it doesn’t.” Sam scoffed.

“I totally does, Sammy. And if we’re going by who is oldest, I think I win.” You grinned at Dean who gave you a slight eyeroll.

“Yeah, by one week.” Dean muttered. You giggled and sat back, enjoying the low music for a change. You were glad Dean wasn’t blasting it because that got old when you had to listen to the same albums over and over.

You looked out the window and watched as a sign that said you were entering the town, passed. You were getting kind of thirsty but not for water. You needed caffeine in your system if you were going to stay awake for the next couple of hours.

“Hey Dean, do you want to pull over at the next diner you see? I need some coffee.” All you got in return was a hum and you took that as a yes. The diner wasn’t far and before you knew it, you were leaning on the car with Sam while Dean was inside, getting coffee for everyone.

“Sam, maybe there is a case here. We just need to open our eyes a bit more. You know what they say, the closer you think you are, the less you actually see.” You grinned.

“Isn’t that from a magic movie?” Sam asked.

“One, it’s called Now You See Me, two, it’s a fantastic movie, and three, that saying isn’t any less true if it came from a movie or not.” You looked behind you when you heard footsteps and smiled when you saw Dean. He handed you the coffee and you sipped gracefully.

“Thanks, Dean.” You looked at Sam to see him staring at the park in front of you. It was a beautiful day outside, why wasn’t there more people out?

“Dean, you got the time?” Sam asked, sipping his coffee.

“Ten after Four. Why?”

“What's wrong with this picture?” Sam kept looking at the park. Now that Sam pointed it out, only one kid was playing at the park. Where was everyone else?

“School's out, isn't it?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, so, where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now.” Sam sighed. You looked over to a woman who was sitting by herself, watching her kid play.

“I’ll be right back,” You walked over to the woman and smiled kindly at her.

“Sure is quiet out here.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame.” She sighed sadly.

“Why’s that?” You asked.

“You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing. It’s only been five or six but it’s serious, like hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious because they think it's catching.” You looked at the girl and you nodded.

“Well, be safe.” She nodded and you walked away, going back to Sam and Dean.

“All the kids are getting sick, like, hospital sick. That doesn’t seem normal to me. We should check the hospital to see what is going on.” You informed the brothers.

“See, Sammy, I told you there was a case.” Dean said while getting in the car.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be too sure just yet.” You and Sam got in and Dean drove to the hospital. Only Sam was dressed nice enough so you and Dean thought it would be good for him to talk to the receptionist. You handed him an ID and the three of you were inside.

“Dude, I am not using this ID.” Sam said, looking at it. You smirked because you were the ones to make the IDs.

“Why not?” Dean asked, laughing a bit.

“You know why. It says bikini inspector on it!” Sam glared at the two of you.

“Come on, Sam, don’t worry too much. I made the letters really small.” You giggled.

“You made this?” Sam asked.

“I always make them.” You grinned.

“Don't worry, she won't look that close all right? Hell, she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence Sammy.” Dean spun Sam around when he was right in front of the receptionist and you and Dean stood off to the side, giggling like a couple of school girls.

“Hi, I'm Doctor Jerry Caplin, Centers for Disease Control.” Sam said with confidence.

“Can I see some ID?” You knew they would ask since it is a hospital. Sam glared at Dean who started snickering and showed the woman his ID. He was quick but the woman didn’t question it.

“Now could you direct me to the pediatric ward please?”

“Okay well, just go down that hall, turn left and up the stairs.” The woman directed. Sam nodded and gave Dean the bitch face when he walked to him.

“See, I told you it would work.” Dean chuckled. Sam wasn’t joking at all and you could tell.

“Follow me. It's upstairs.” Sam led the way and you trailed behind both of them. You reached a long corridor and looked into rooms as you passed. But you stopped short when you saw an old woman in a wheelchair, facing the wall. It was like she could sense you were there because she turned her head and scowled. She didn’t look very evil, just creepy, and your eyes shifted to the wall where an inverted cross hung there.

“Sweetheart.” You looked at Dean who waved you over. You looked back at the woman who was now facing the wall again. You shook your head and followed Dean to where Sam was with a doctor, chatting.

Immediately, when you saw the doctor, something didn’t feel right. You didn’t know what it was but your gut was screaming at you that something was wrong with this person. Of course, you didn’t say anything to anyone.

“Well, thanks for seeing us, Dr. Hydecker.” Sam smiled, following the doctor.

“Well I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself. How'd you find out anyways?”

“Oh, some GP, I forget his name, he called Atlanta and, uh, he must've beat you to the punch.” Dean chuckled. You looked around and saw all kinds of children in different rooms. Some were awake, some were sleeping and some were hooked up to machines.

“So, you say you got six cases so far?” Sam asked, stopping when the doctor stopped.

“Yeah, five weeks. At first, we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy. But now the kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are wearing out.” A nurse came up to the group and handed the doctor a clipboard with paperwork on it.

“You ever see anything like this before?” You asked the doctor.

“Never this severe.”

“And the way it spreads... that's a new one for me.” The nurse butted in.

“What do you mean?’ You asked, looking at her.

“It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another. It’s too bad, really because they go unconscious.”

“All of them?” Sam asked in surprise.

“All of them.” She sighed.

“Can we, uh, can we talk to the parents?” Dean asked.

“If you think it will help.” The doctor nodded.

“Who was your most recent admission?” The doctor gave you information on a man who has two daughters that are both sick.

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Flight: Chapter 3

   Hey! It’s Chapter 3! It was Wimbledon when I wrote this, and I love watching tennis. Especially Federer, so I was extremely happy he won the tournament. 

   These first few chapters are just a warm up, I’m pretty new to writing fic. Hopefully it gets better along the way.

  Some slight angst in this chapter.

If anyone has any other prompts they want me to try out, just send me a quick message! I have till October to do things, waiting for Uni is both good and bad.

  Liam is being all big brothery and persuading Killian to ask Emma on a date! Enjoy!

Prologue : Chapter One : Chapter Two : Chapter Three : Chapter Four : Chapter Five : Chapter Six : Chapter Seven : Chapter Eight : Chapter Nine : Chapter Ten : Chapter Eleven : Epilogue

  It was 7am on a Sunday. Killian could never sleep in no matter what the day. He had slept well through the night but Emma had been on his mind before and after he fell asleep. He was drinking some apple juice whilst sat on a chair near the kitchen island wondering if she really did like him. She hadn’t stopped his kiss after all. He never thought of Henry as an issue, the boy was clever and happy, he enjoyed his company as much as Emma’s. She was right though, she couldn’t dive head first into this, and neither could he. He had been hurt before and that sent him to America for three years. Roger sat beside him and rested his head on his knee. Breakfast was wanted. He stroked the dog’s floppy ears and got up to feed him. He went to the bathroom for a shower and to decide a plan for the day.

  Emma woke up. Her clock flashes 07:30. Too early. Henry was fast asleep still, the journey had clearly took it out of him. She left him to sleep and ventured to see if Killian was up. He was. He was coming from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was ruffled with the water. She noticed he was well toned. He hadn’t noticed her until she made a startled sound at the sight of him. He turned to her in surprise. “Oh my, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you would be up yet, love. I’m an early riser.” His towel had slipped slightly revealing his hips. “I just forgot to take my clothes into the bathroom.” “It’s fine, Killian.” She attempted to avert her eyes, but he had his head down so she couldn’t look into his. Was he embarrassed? “Urm, well… I’ll go and shower.” “I’ll make us some breakfast.” He scratched his neck. When she had gone to the bathroom he breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, I couldn’t have made that more awkward.” Killian had changed and he heard Henry crying, Emma couldn’t hear over the shower. He went into the room and picked up the crying baby. “Hey, you. No need for all that, shh.” He bounced the baby on his hip and took him to the kitchen. “Shall we make mummy some breakfast?” “M-ma-ma!” He giggled. “Aye. Now, what does she like? Toast?” Henry laughed in agreement. “Toast it is.” Emma came to the kitchen to see Henry being lifted into the air by Killian and some toast and a hot chocolate on the side. She smiled and sat down by the counter. Roger lay by her feet and she smiled. She really did find that massive dog cute. Her bare feet felt his fur which was as soft as Killian had said. “Hey, you two.” She smiled. He hadn’t noticed her arrive. “Looks like someone is having fun.” “Aye, we are. I heard him stirring so I thought he would want to help me cook breakfast.” He smiled. “Speaking of breakfast, I think he’s hungry. Alas, that is one job I cannot do.” He smirked. “I’ll feed him in a minute. I need to thank your brother and Elsa for all the stuff. It really was too kind.” She finished the last piece of her toast. “I can’t thank you all enough.” “Don’t worry, love. It’s our pleasure. I was wondering what you wanted to do today?” “I need to get some work done actually. You know, the reason I’m actually here.” She chuckled. “Of course.” “So, what is your job? I never actually asked.” She took Henry from Killian and started to breastfeed him. “I worked by the docks in New York, to clear my head, before that I was a teacher here. I got my degree in English and then went onto my PGCE. So, I’m going to apply to the local sixth form.” He tried not to look, but everything felt so natural. Her being in his apartment, it felt as though he had his own family. “Wow, a teacher. No wonder you’re good with kids.” She smiled. “I’m going to settle down again first. I have some savings. What do you write about?” Asked Killian. “Life. I’m a columnist, so a range. I have to write about life in England.” “Rainy.” He laughed. “I meant like events and celebrations.” She chuckled. “We have Wimbledon coming up. I don’t know how much of a tennis fan you are, but that’s a pretty big event in the Jones household.” “I watch a few sports. Mainly baseball. I do like the tennis if it’s on.” She smiled. “Maybe we could go to London together.” “I would love that.”

  Two weeks had passed and they went to all sort of places together. The park to feed ducks, swimming, out for dinner with all the family. Emma sent her first few columns to Graham about her eventful time settling to England. Graham couldn’t apologise enough. She always added humour to her writing and spoke of the disastrous hotel complication. Emma was sitting at the kitchen island looking at apartments in a newspaper. “What’s that?” Asked Killian, coming behind her sipping his coffee. “You’re leaving?” He couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice, even though he tried. “I can’t continue living here on your charity.” She answered, circling apartments. Henry was sitting on the floor entertaining himself with some paint Killian had got out. He had laid out a large roll of paper for him, he was dipping his hands in paint and hitting them on the paper. “It’s not fair on you. Having to pay all my bills.” “Then rent out my room. Stay here, just pay me.” He smiled hopefully. “I really like living with you.” He looked at the floor. “Don’t you like living with me?” “Look at me.” He didn’t. She stood up and lifted his head and smiled sweetly. “Of course I like living with you. I just didn’t think forcing you to live with a baby was fair.” He picked Henry up from the floor. “Don’t be silly, he enjoys living here. Don’t you?” Henry covered Killian’s face in paint and got it in his hair. “Yes, you do.” He smiled and blew a raspberry on his neck. He giggled loudly and wiped paint on his forehead. “He got paint all over you.” She chuckled. “Where else would I get that? Please don’t leave. For me.” He gave her puppy eyes which she found hard to resist. “Plus I can help look after Henry.” “I have an idea. Work said they will pay for all my childcare, maybe if I hire you as a babysitter. We can make a bit of money.” She laughed. “You know how to work the system.” He chuckled. “So, you’ll stay?” “Go on then.” He smiled brightly at her and gave her a hug with Henry. “Thank you, love.”

  Three weeks had passed. Emma was becoming part of the family more and more. She got on particularly well with Liam as they had some similar interests. Killian was babysitting Henry when Emma needed it, but they mostly did things together such as visit parks or going out with his nephew and niece. Emma’s work was going really well, Graham said the reception to her column was great and that people loved the stories of Henry and Killian, particularly the ones with Roger. He had asked if she could write four a week. She agreed. The more money the better. She and Killian agreed on £150 a week for rent and bills as well as her chipping in for the weekly shop. Killian was getting quite a bit of money from Graham which helped. On some days, they didn’t bother going out. Emma would work, whilst Killian amused Henry. Today was one of those days. Emma was sat on the couch with her laptop typing away, she started to add small pictures with her columns which also got published. In her columns she never mentioned Henry’s name for his safety from Neal. Everyone else was fine but she referred to him as ‘my little boy’ or other pet names. She was writing about the build up to Wimbledon in the Jones house. They all went to the park for a game of tennis and the competitiveness of the Jones brothers. Her phone started to ring and she took the call into the bedroom. “Hello?” “What the hell, Emma. Who do you think you are? Taking off to another country!” “Neal?” “Why haven’t you told me? Hmm.” “What? I don’t even know how you got hold of me. Why should I tell you what I am doing?” “Because you took my son away!” “Your son? You don’t have the right to call him that. You don’t even know his name! You’re not on the birth certificate, you left me. Alone. With a baby, I was terrified.” “I’m going to get him, one way or another. I’m coming for what is mine.” The phone went blank. Emma didn’t know what to do, tears started to fill her eyes. She just wanted to be rid of Neal, and he kept coming back and ruining her life. “Emma?” Killian walked into her room to ask a question, Henry on his hip. “Get out!” She screamed. “What?” “Get lost, Neal! I mean… Killian.” “Uh, sorry.” He shut the door wondering what the hell had just happened? He took Henry with him and sat on the couch. He was slightly out of it, he had never seen Emma like that before. Henry started to cry. “Hey, shhh. Something upset mummy that’s all.” He bounced him gently. “Come on, Henry. That’s a good boy.” He wiped the tears from his eyes. He was starting to calm down and Killian gave him a cuddle. He soon wanted to play with his toys on the floor so Killian let him crawl over. Half an hour passed and Killian was still sat on the couch, Henry was amusing himself with some blocks. He heard Emma’s door open but didn’t look her way. “Hey.” She sounded weak. She had clearly only just stopped crying. Killian didn’t look at her, he was upset himself and looking at her would make him worse. “Killian. I’m really sorry.” She sat next to him on the couch. “I should never have shouted at you.” He swallowed deeply and his jaw trembled. “I was just upset.” He looked at her then, his deep blue eyes pierced through her. “What happened?” “Neal.” Her voice wavered. Over the last month she had told him more about Neal, how at eighteen she had took the fall and went to jail for him. He found her again and promised her everything, she had fallen for him again, she had gotten pregnant and he left her. She couldn’t hate someone more if she tried. “He threatened to take Henry away.” The tears started again. “I can’t lose him, Killian.” He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. “Shh, don’t be silly. You’re not going to lose him. Neal doesn’t have any right to him.” He stroked her hair as she wept into him. “I promise.” “Why does he even want to know?” He felt her tears come through his t-shirt, she couldn’t control herself and he knew not much phased Emma Swan. But threatening her child was clearly the line. “He’s just being a possessive douchebag. Clearly has nothing better to do.” She gripped a handful of his shirt and tried to steady her breathing. “That’s a good girl. Shh. I won’t let anything happen to either of you.” Henry crawled over. “I think he’s jealous, love.” “I’m so sorry, baby.” She pushed herself off Killian and picked him up. “Mummy was angry that’s all. I love you more than anything. I do. I do.” She kissed him all over and hugged him. “I need to finish my work.” “Have a break, let’s take Roger for a walk, clear your head.” He smiled. “But-” “Ah, ah. Come on. Work can wait.” He stood up and offered his hand. She took it and he pulled her up. He took Henry from her. “Go and wash your face, love. Freshen up and we’ll go.” He pulled her in with one arm and kissed her on her forehead. “Nothing bad will happen.”

That evening, Emma put Henry to bed, and Liam and Elsa came round for a while. Emma had weaned Henry off breast milk and he was now on formula and some solids. They were all discussing the Wimbledon final and their plans. The local park broadcasted it and many went to watch and celebrate. It was Federer and Cilic in the final, which made the Jones household very happy. They were long time fans of him, hence Killian’s dog being named Roger. “Shall we have a bet, little brother?” Asked Liam, who had drunk too much wine. “You never win bets, Liam.” “I want to bet you that Federer will win Wimbledon without dropping a set.” “You’re on. What we betting on?” “Fifty quid… and” He whispered something in his ear. “Fine. You’re on.” “What was that?” Asked Emma. He just smiled and leant back onto the kitchen surface she was also leaning on, his arm relaxed behind her waist. “Nothing.” He smirked. She raised an eyebrow. “Nothing at all, love.” She pointed a finger at his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He took hold of her hand and squeezed it. “Maybe you should trust me more.” He flirted. Both had big smiles for each other. Elsa nudged Liam, and gave him a signal for them to leave. “Well, we best be off. Don’t want auntie getting fed up of the kids.” Smiled Liam. The two were startled by Liam’s comment. “Oh, so soon?” Asked Killian. “We’ll see you tomorrow.” Smiled Elsa, kissing Emma on the cheek. “I’ll make us a picnic.” “Sounds lovely. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Liam hugged her and Killian goodbye. They followed them out and waved them goodbye down the street. “Another drink, love?” He smiled, shutting the door. They walked to the front room and she sat on the couch. She heard Killian fumbling around in the kitchen, then some music came on. He walked over two glasses of wine in hand. “Just thought some music would be nice.” He smiled, handing her a glass. Oasis, a famous band from Manchester, Emma had learned played in the background whilst they chatted about tomorrow and times to come. “So, what did Liam whisper?” She asked, playing idly with his hand. “I really want to know.” “I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.” He grinned. “I keep my secrets to myself.” Her casual attitude to holding his hand took him by surprise. “For me. Come on.” That second Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran came on. “Oh, I love this song!” She beamed, she placed her glass down and got up. “What are you doing?” He smiled. The wine had made her relax, she hadn’t drunk in a long time and he was glad she could let her hair down. “Dance with me.” She smirked. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up. “I don’t dance.” He pulled away from her, or tried to. “Swan.” “Come here, I’ll teach you. Put your hand around my waist, good. Now, hold this hand.” She swayed them back and forth, she never imagined she would be dancing with someone to her favourite song. “Yay, you’re dancing.” Killian couldn’t believe he was so close to Emma, she had pulled him in so close, he could smell her perfume and the fresh air on her hair, the wine on her lips. He was so close, he didn’t want the night to end. She rested her head on his shoulder and hummed into him. “This is perfect, Emma.” She looked up at him and smiled. “These last few weeks have been perfect.” She stared into his eyes and smiled. Her eyes glanced quickly to his lips. That was his cue. He reached down towards her and kissed her softly, not sure how she would react. She didn’t pull away but deepened the kiss. He could taste the wine on her lips and felt her smiling against him. He wouldn’t be the one to stop. The moment was too magical. Though she wasn’t giving up either. “Mmm,” he laughed. His hands slid to her waist to steady himself. “You’re beautiful.” Right on cue, Henry started crying. He felt Emma sigh deeply. She pulled away and they rested their foreheads on each other. She was as much as a mess as him, he was glad to know. “I’ll go.” “Let me.” Smiled Killian. He dropped her a quick peck and went to Henry. He was crying in his cot, he picked him up and rocked him gently. “Hey, you. You’re ruining my chances.” He laughed. “You get me and your mum all day. Sleepy time.” He whispered, softly. Emma entered the room. She saw Killian comforting Henry and her heart melted. She wanted to hug them both, she walked behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. “He suits you. Or you suit holding a baby.” He felt her smile on his back and her hands started to feel his stomach, and go under his shirt, suggesting she wasn’t finished. “You’ve had too much to drink.” He smiled, removing her arms. Though it wasn’t easy with a baby in one hand and Emma’s death grip. Why was she so strong? He placed Henry back in his cot who was now asleep. “Come on, Killian. It’s been ages. I thought you were a gentleman?” “Exactly. I would never take advantage of you like.” She had started peppering kisses on his neck. “Swan, please. Don’t.” He tried to push her away. “Emma. I’m serious.” “Don’t you want me?” “That’s not fair. Come on, sleep.” He lay her down and put the covers at the edge of the bed. “Stay.” “No, love. Not tonight.” “Please, stay.” “If I stayed, we both know what would happen.” “Until I fall asleep?” She smirked, pulling him down. He gave up and lay next to her. “No funny business.” He was lay on his back on top with his arms behind his head. “As soon as there is I’m going.” She nodded and moved up to him. “Can I have a cuddle?” She gave him sad eyes. He sighed and lifted his arm up. She smiled gratefully and snuggled her head into his shoulder and put her arm across his stomach. They lay in comfortable silence for a short while and Killian began to play with her hair idly. She inched closer, her nose snuggling into his neck. He felt her place soft kisses to his jaw. “Emma.” He warned. She stopped with an audible sigh. She soon fell asleep after that, when he was sure, he carefully removed himself from her and pulled the covers over her. Henry was sleeping peacefully, he gave the baby a kiss on the head and went to his room. He wanted Emma so much, and she clearly wanted him, but it wouldn’t have been right. She would already wake up hung over, she didn’t need regret either.

Emma woke up. She was alone. Her head hurt as she remembered the events from last night. Had she tried to hit on Killian? She had. Henry was asleep next to her, she got up and went to the kitchen for coffee. The apartment was empty. No Roger or Killian. Was he upset? She had been quite drunk. How embarrassing. She had some breakfast and did some work, she never finished yesterday. She heard keys in the door. Time to face the music. Roger padded into the kitchen for some water and Killian had shopping bags. He placed them on the counter and smiled. Smirked? He looked proud of himself. “How are you feeling?” He chuckled. “Headache?” “You could say that.” He was pottering around the kitchen but she focused on her coffee. “Where have you been?” “Shopping, love. After all I haven’t been in ages.” He was suddenly right behind her whispering into her ear. He was paying her back and he sounded downright sinful. “You know how that feels?” “Was I that bad?” She closed her eyes. “Certainly took a lot of willpower to resist you, love.” He was still right behind her. “You pretty much begged me.” He said slowly, she could hear the filth in his voice. It wasn’t helping her. She still wanted him, she was just more in control sober. “Stop. I’ve embarrassed myself enough.” She stood up and went to the bedroom to check on Henry, he followed closely. “He isn’t awake yet.” Killian hugged Emma from behind and buried his face in her neck. “Maybe, we can occupy ourselves.” He laughed into her. It was all teasing. But he knew what he was doing. “Don’t, I don’t need reminding.” He let her go and let out a hearty laugh. “You’re so easy to tease, darling. It’s cute. Speaking of cute.” He smiled, pacing back to the kitchen. “Look what I bought Henry.” He held up a baby onesie with a ship on the front and lots of little anchors and wheels. “Killian, that’s adorable. I love it.” She smiled. “I thought you would like it. Maybe he can sleep in it tonight?” “I’d love that. Hey, what time are we meeting them at the park?” She asked, trying to return back to normal conversation. She wanted to forget about the previous night. “Just before two.” “I’ll do some work before hand. Do you mind watching Henry?” She smiled. “Not at all. Is he still sleeping?” She nodded and got to work. Her phone rang and she answered. It was Graham. “Five days? That’s an awful lot. I’m only meant to be part time.” “Emma, the reception we have had is great. People love hearing your stories. Please, Emma. It’s more money for you and for your baby sitter.” She smirked at that. Killian would have looked after him anyway. Bonus he was getting paid. “You seem to be really enjoying yourself. I told you this would be good for you.” “Can I think about it for a few days?” She asked. “I have to get this column done before two, we’re going out. I’ll send it over quickly. Why aren’t you asleep?” “You know me, sleep is for the dead.” He laughed down the phone. “You can have two weeks to think about it. Speak to you soon.” “Thanks, Graham.” She smiled, and placed the phone down. “What was that, love?” Asked Killian, reading a magazine. “I’ve been offered another day to write, which means more money and more money for you. Plus more of my writing getting published.” “That’s great, Emma!” He walked over. “Are you taking it?” “I don’t know. I like the balance I have right now. Is one more day just a bit too much? It means I’m full time.” “You could see how it is, then tell your boss it isn’t working out.” “I know but I want to spend time with you. We both haven’t acknowledge that one day, I have to go back to America. I’ve already been here for a month nearly.” “Shh. Don’t talk about that.” He really didn’t want to think about a life without the two in it. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” “I’m just being realistic.” “Let’s not be realistic. Let’s imagine you’re going to be here a very long time. It makes it easier.” He closed his eyes to stop any emotion escaping. “Hey, okay. We won’t think about it.” She gave him a hug. “I need to work. We’ll forget about me leaving… for now.” He nodded.

  They arrived at the park. The whole family along with Roger in tow. The Newfoundland’s tongue dangled at the side of his mouth whilst he trotted along. Emma had sent her column off, writing about the competitiveness of the Jones Brothers and the lead up to Wimbledon and the bet placed between them. Families had all gathered around, there were carnival games, food being served, and children running about and playing. After the match, dance troupes performed and karaoke came on. There were games for the children such as fun races. It was an annual event watching the tennis in the park. Elsa had laid out a lovely picnic, Killian and Liam played a few games of tennis with each other. Emma took Roger and Henry for a walk and the two children were playing a card game with Judy. When the match started on the large projector, Killian sat by Emma eating a sandwich. “Does our deal still stand?” Asked Liam. “Indeed. Fifty quid. Straight sets. He has to drop at least one. How can he not?” “Well, we shall see little bro.” He smirked.

  Federer was up two sets and hadn’t dropped one. Killian wasn’t happy to be losing fifty quid as Cilic was suffering. He wanted Federer to win, just not so well. Emma was engrossed in the sport and was cheering a lot, the family tradition was something she could get used to. Henry clapped with her and Killian was watching her. She looked really good these days, she looked less tired and stressed, her smile was always bright, he knew she had a bad past but he wanted to knock her walls down, she deserved to be happy. He saw Liam whisper something in her ear and she threw her head back laughing. Liam was good at making her laugh like that, he never knew what he said to her, but he wished he could do the same. He certainly made her laugh, but not the way Liam could. It was coming up to the point of the last game. Everyone was leant forward. Federer got his point and the crowd erupted. Everyone stood up and clapped, Killian gave Emma a big hug. They watched Federer celebrate and everyone was laughing with each other. “You owe me fifty quid… and you need to fulfil your other half of our deal.” Smirked Liam, who glanced at Emma who was holding Henry and cheering. “Fine.” He walked up to Emma and pulled her to the side, handing Henry to Elsa. “May I have a word?” He asked, nervously. “Sure.” She smiled, slightly confused. “What’s up?” “Well, as you know, I had another part of a bet with Liam.” “And what was that?” She laughed. He scratched his neck. “Killian?” “Will you do me the honour of going on a date with me? Tonight?” He smiled. Hope filled his eyes. “Really?” “Come on, Swan. We both know it’s what we want.” He smiled. “Of course I will.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. The Jones family clapped and Emma laughed. “What if Federer had dropped a set?” “Maybe I knew he wouldn’t. Maybe it was fate.” “So, where are you taking me?” She smiled. “That’s a surprise. Elsa will babysit for us. We can have a nice night out, just me and you. How does that sound?” “Amazing.”

[minyoonkookie]

Prompt - A year had changed things. The virus spread like wildfire. The only thing that kept them safe were the walls that kept them in, while keeping others out.

(A/N - so firstly there are a few, okay a lot, of time skips because I didn't want to drag the story on. Secondly I did my best to put it into paragraphs but my laptop doesn't work so I typed it on my phone so I apologise if it's all over the place. Please enjoy and let me know what you think ♡)

Jungkook was panting trying to inhale deep breaths and breathe easily again. He looked up catching a certain orange haired hyungs gaze. They stared at each other before the other reached out shoving his shoulder playfully, "Shit Kook we were almost caught." Jungkook picked up the duffel bag and checking it's inventory. He looked up again grinning, "But oh so worth it. We got lucky with this find. Food that can last everyone a week, fresh water, some clothes and medicine." Now that they had the medicine they could treat the many people that are ill. He hoped the return journey quick and they would made it in time. They had already lost a few dozen people to whatever was going around. They weren't that large of a group to begin with. You're probably wondering what exactly was going on? Why they had to practically steal to keep themselves alive. He would have to start from the beginning.

It had been a fairly warm afternoon. Jungkook had been playing football with a few friends from school. He was just after turning eighteen. He should still be in his second year of college but the world was changing and not in a good way. His best friend Jimin had an appointment and it would be some time before he returned home. Jimin had lost his parents at a young age in a car accident. He ended up moving in with Jungkook and his father. Their other best friend Taehyung, well who knows where he was. Him, his older brother and his parents had packed up and moved without a word. It was warm. Warmer than usual. Usually at this time of year it would have already be cooler. However today seemed to be an exception as he sun was almost blinding. It wasn't too easy to stay playing when he could hardly breathe with the heat. Calling the game quits he made his way to the small house he called home dejectedly. Sitting on the porch beside his father they listened to the small radio. His father looked worried. He let out a sigh locking gazes with his son, "Something's happening Kook. Something bad. Multiple small towns and villages wiped out by an incurable sickness. Once it enters the bloodstream you have barely and hour before it kills all your oxygen cells and eventually you. The government are playing it off as something us outsiders have been tampering with. It gets closer and closer. I'm starting to think we should move. Further north towards the city. It would be safer, more medicines. Get past the wall. If we stay a lot of people will die. A lot of people know this but ignore it in hope it will go away." They had been told in school of the illness spreading. To take precaution and increase hygiene and health checks. It was a fast illness. No one knew it was coming until your body would hit the floor, body convulsions and blood coming from your nose, mouth and ears. Almost as though it killed your brain. It was quite gruesome to think about. A week later he was in the middle of packing when the inevitable happened. Shouts from outside his home from the town people. Scared and horrified shouts. Deciding to check it out he put down the current photo frame he was about to add to the box and went outside. A crowd was formed around something. Not being able to see past the amount of bodies in the way he began to shove his way through. A blur of orange stopped him from continuing. He frowned, "Hyung?" Jimin shook his head, "You don't want to look Kookie. It's, It's your father." His eyes widened. Shoving past the remaining people in the way he dropped to his knees. His father laid face down. However you could see the blood pooled around him by his face. Tears filled his eyes. This couldn't be happening. They were supposed to move and be safe, together. Reaching out he shifted the body so it was now face up. Blood came from his ears, nose and mouth. The illness had reached their town. People panicked. Getting away from the body. Afraid being near it would pass the death onto them. Jimin stepped forward placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'll get us a stretcher. We'll bury him before nightfall. In the back garden." They would still be leaving. It wasn't safe. He nodded in understanding and while Jimin set off to get a stretcher he waited. He sat beside his father in silence. He wiped away the tears that had fallen. His father would always tell him not to cry over death. Death is a part of life. That when he passed to celebrate the life he had and keep the memories. When Jimin returned they brought him to the small garden at the back of the house. His father had loved to plant different flowers. Ones that most people didn't. Hey always bloomed beautifully and the colours making the garden look like a meadow. Getting to work both males took a shovel each and began to dig. Not speaking a word between them. They listened to the shouts. More people were dying. When the hole was big enough they lifted the body into it. Jungkook knelt beside it sending a silent goodbye. He removed the locket his father always wore and put it around his own neck before standing back up. They covered the body with a sheet before scooping the already dug dirt back onto the body. After they finished there was barely a trace of what they had just done. Jimin handed him a stone. He motioned to the large rock that was situated just above where they had begun digging. Understanding he carved his father's name and the year he was born and the year he passed. Jimin picked a flower from the garden, his father's favourite, and placed it on the stone. They had returned back inside the house. Agreeing that they would only take what was needed. So leaving the boxes they filled a backpack each. With food, water, clothes and small personal items. Jungkook had put in an old photo album. It contained photos of both of their families from when they were younger to them now. There was a particular photo he loved. It was the one of himself, Jimin, Taehyung and his father. His father being tackled by them. He hopes wherever their friend is that he is safe and away from all the sickness. He also put in a rabbit teddy that his mother had given him when he was a baby before she was taken from him by cancer. They set the bags by the door so it would be easier to leave with them. Each showered before sleeping deciding to share one bed. Facing each other in the darkness. Jimin watched him, his head resting on his arm, "We're really doing this aren't we?" Jungkook nodded, "We are. I wonder what will happen when we get there. To the city." Jimin nodded, "Me too. Goodnight Jungkookie." Shuffling closer he breathed out a tired response, "Night Jiminie." The following morning they had dressed and left straight away. The town they grew up in was falling apart. While sleeping more than half of the citizens living there had passed from the illness spreading. With one final look back they began their journey to the city. The city itself would take two-three weeks to get to on foot. It was well hidden and protected. Walls high built in a dome shape. The city was quite large, populated just under half a million people. It was like it's own world.

Now here they were a year later. Jungkook being nineteen now and Jimin twenty one. They had made it to a town just outside the city. The people kind and opened their homes to the two young strangers. When they had mentioned the city people became hostile. After time they learned why. The city rarely let people in. If you tried there was a chance you would be killed. Especially if you had the virus inside you. They scanned you and if you were clear you had a chance. There were ways in, secret passages and ways to get past security but without a identification card you were screwed. To use different things you had to scan a keycard with showed your citizenship. A year had changed things. The virus spread like wildfire. Millions dead and barely surviving. Food, medicine and other necessities scarce. Electricity and heating no more. Showers taken in man made ones that one village woman had kindly shared her knowledge of making. Water gotten from the river nearby. Jungkook had spent days figuring out a way for them to help many people who were sick from other illnesses and starving. He would go to a certain hole in the wall where there are no cameras and examine the scanner and it's wires. After some time he became brave enough to start poking at it and we'll he succeeded. He could turn the thing off giving them access to enter without being caught. With another bit of tampering with it he added a timer so it would encourage them to hurry and not get caught. Every day for an hour it would shut off at the same time. Just after four pm. Him, Jimin and another young male by the name of Hoseok tasked themselves with sneaking in to gather supplies. The first few days they watched. To get a sense of their way around and what certain places to avoid. Fortunately the second day they came across people talking about new supplies being shipped in. After listening they discovered the supplies came in ever second week at the same time on a Sunday. Being quiet as possible the sneaked into the building through as back entrance that didn't need key card access. Holding their breaths they made it in. Taking a small supply, only what they needed, they returned to the village with their findings. People praised them and they got to work. Jimin and Hoseok giving out food while Jungkook tended to the sick. He had been in his second year of becoming a doctor and knew quite a lot about how to treat people. After much discussion they agreed the three of them would make it a routine of entering the city through their secret entrance to get supplies. It was stealing they knew but people were suffering. They only took minimum of what they needed. It had been almost eight months seven months since they began.

For a while things were okay. People getting on with their lives trying to be as normal as possible. It seemed the people left in the world had a sort of immunity to the virus that had killed so many. Jimin and himself included. He wondered sometimes why they were so special. He counted himself lucky however that he at least had the other by his side. Hoseok had become a fast friend. He reminded them of Taehyung. Being that he too was bubbly and always doing his best to smile and make others smile too. He lost his sister and mother to the sickness. His father burdened by their deaths had committed suicide leaving the brunette alone. Jungkook and Jimin had hugged him and opened their arms welcoming him to join their small family. There was a small boy named Jihoon who clung to them, him mostly. He was cute and so innocent. Only recently turning four. His parents passing from the illness not so long ago. They had worried for some time he too wouldn't make it as he became ill. However after examining him Jungkook was relieved he was just developing a fever, nothing fatal. The three older males taking the smallest member of the village under their arms. Like three older brothers. Jihoon talked about an older brother, who had taken to calling him Woozi, but he had left before the illness hit to the city to find work, when Jihoon was three. Before he left he had given the boy a Kumamon bear that he carried everywhere. When he became comfortable with them he also allowed them to call him Woozi. Over a month ago he had found a small puppy, calling him Holly, the only survivor of the pups. He had brought him back with him. Woozi taking an instant liking to the small dog. They were a team of sorts. The four of them all after losing family but alas they found new people who they could build a home with. They were happy.

After the illness had struck the outside world he was devastated. His family had been out there. When he had went to go check on them reports came in that there was only approximately a hundred or so left. All the small towns and villages wiped out. His family had always caught sickness easily and something in him told him his parents were gone. He had left only months before it struck. At the age of twenty three. To the city, when the gates still allowed newcomers to enter. He wanted to make something of himself. Music being his first choice but with the virus things changed. The first week he had met Namjoon and his husband Seokjin. Namjoon who is a genius with everything and the son of the man who runs the city. Seokjin, or Jin, is very handsome and warmhearted who cooked meals for the citizens to eat. Of course with help. There were too many people to feed for Jin alone. He is kind and the three became fast friends. Getting to know each other he learned that Namjoon also had an interest in music but had decided to help his father when the illness struck. Making the city safe and protected from the virus. He is also clumsy, had a habit of breaking things without meaning to. Jin however balanced him out, fixing what was broken and patching the other up if injured. Namjoon was two years younger than Jin and a year younger than him which had surprised him a little. Maybe it was the whole leader personality he had. Namjoon had learned he was good with technology and fixing things. So after weeks of monitoring him he made him in charge of security. He was to make sure no one got in or out without them noticing. Protection for the people and also making sure the supplies were rationed evenly. He called him his vice president of sorts. So now here Yoongi was at twenty four practically helping to run the city with his best friends. Namjoon's father passing the title to his son only over three months ago. He still offered guidance and help but the decision making was up to Namjoon.

Yoongi was frustrated. For just over six months someone had been taking a small amount of their supplies from under their noses. He had monitored the workers bringing them in and it was the right amount. Under close inspection he learned it wasn't any of their own. Yet he couldn't figure out who was taking them. It wasn't really a big deal. They weren't taking a lot. Yet it was still stealing and he was in charge of making sure nothing was touched without authority. Surely they should have caught the culprit by now. Namjoon had also noticed of course. Wondering why someone was taking the supplies. After all if people needed something all they had to do was ask and Namjoon would give them. It was then pointed out by Jin that maybe it wasn't a citizen. Yoongi and Namjoon had both face palmed. Of course it was someone from outside the walls. He frowned, "But how are they getting in? You can't enter without a keycard." Jin shrugged, "Maybe look for someone who doesn't appear like everyone else." After that he took Jin's advice. He knew people outside the wall barely had working showers or washing machines so he looked for someone whose clothes weren't as well kept as those inside the wall. Watching from the cameras it was then he spotted them. Not just one, but three young males. He still didn't know how they got in. The camera's hadn't caught them enter but he could see them fill a bag each with supplies. One had a list of what they needed he presumed. Deciding to let them go this time he called Namjoon. They would catch them next time. Namjoon and him conversed and agreed that they wouldn't catch them inside but follow them. Find out how they got in and out and where they were taking the supplies. They would have to wait another two weeks however before the plan took place. Seokjin had left them to it with a sigh, "Promise me you'll be careful. Remember that they're people too and they're just trying to survive they only way the can. Now excuse me I must talk to my brother." Namjoon nodded before pausing, "Is he still mad at your parents?" Seokjin sighed, "Yes. Only a little though. He still misses his friends. The three of them used to be like brothers and he never got to say goodbye."

They were preparing for entering the city. Jungkook gave the list to Jimin. He was better at minding things and checking than him. Hosoek would keep an eye out to make sure no one saw them. Jimin and Jungkook would fill the bags and then they'd leave. Jungkook took out a small piece of paper that he wrote for Woozi. The younger had caught another fever. He had put down the medicine he would need, same as last time and to check for something nice. He promised the younger he would get him a treat for being so brave. He had taken all of this in his stride being that he is only four and the only under sixteen years old in the village. He would get the treat when he was feeling better. Woozi had made him pinky promise to not forget and also something for Holly. Doing their regular routine they made it in. It went smoothly, something felt off however. He voiced his thoughts and Jimin agreed. It had felt easier for some reason to move around. Half the usual security checks almost empty. They hurried with their task. Jungkook taking an extra second to get the medicine for Jihoon. Among the crates he spotted chocolate and a few variation of toys. He smiled taking two bars and a colouring book with pencils. Putting them into the bag he followed. He spotted a kumamon dog toy and remebered his promise. Grabbing it quickly and stuffing it into the bag he followed the others out. It was a nice thought to know there were still lots of animals and kids in the city. Jimin chuckled, "You know he has you wrapped around his little fingers. Holly included. You become so soft for them, it's cute." Jungkook huffed playfully shoving Jimin as they exited the hole.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Seokjin's brother followed as subtly behind. They missed the three males faces, only seeing their backs. Jin's brother often snuck outside the walls investigating and knew his way around so hence the reason he was with them. Yoongi had never met the younger before. He was extremely happy and people loved him. He made them smile. He introduced himself as Taehyung. Taehyung whispered, "Did he just take a colouring book? He looks a bit old to use a colouring book. I thought the only took necessary items. Then again chocolate is necessary." Namjoon glared at the younger, "Taehyung, shut up or we'll get caught." They followed as the exited a hole behind an alley. Now they knew where they came in. He watched as the one with light brown hair did something to the scanner. So that's how they got in. One of them figured out how to disable the scanner. Explained why there was no cameras too. Being that they were in an alleyway and hardly anyone came down here. They gave it a second before Yoongi scanned his ID card and the three followed them once again. They went past a lot of trees before coming to a small clearing after about ten minutes. The light brown haired one gave his took out some medicine, the colouring book, the chocolate and a dog toy. Yoongi made a noise of appreciation, "Kumamon, nice taste." He then gave the bag to the orange haired one, "Here I'll be back to give medicine to people. I'm going to check on the little guy first." The three separated. Namjoon frowned, "I say follow the one with the chocolate. He seems like he's more the leader." So they did. He sat on a bed next to someone who he blocked with his back. He reached out checking the person's temperature, "How you feeling?" A small voice replied, "Better. Holly stayed with me." The male made a humming noise, "Guess what? I brought you a colouring book and pencils and chocolate. But you can't eat the chocolate until you're better okay? I also have medicine for you so you'll heal faster." He gave the younger the medicine they presumed anyway. A bark caused the three to jump. A small dog began barking at them. Panicking the three moved away from the door. However luck was not on their side. The male from inside came out. They finally saw his face. He bent down, "Holly what's wrong?" Taehyung whispered 'no way' to himself. He stepped forward ignoring Yoongi and Namjoon's glares and attempts to hide him again. He moved toward the male cautiously, "K-Kookie?" The male's head practically snapped up. His eyes widened and he literally jumped at Taehyung wrapping his arms around him, "Tae!" They pulled back. Taehyung was grinning, "Hi Jungkook." Jungkook whacked him but not too hard, "We were so worried. We didn't know if you were alive or if you had caught the virus." Taehyung smiled, "I'm sorry. Mom and dad didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. We just left. It killed me. Seokjin will be so happy you're still alive." The Jungkook male let out a gasp, "Jin hyung? Is he here? How is he?" Taehyung scratched his neck, "Actually he's in the city. We moved there before the virus got worse. He's actually married now." Jungkook's jaw literally dropped, "Wow. His husband better be amazing. Hyung was always too good for everyone." Taehyung chuckled, "He is. Namjoon hyung is amazing." Almost like something hot him Jungkook made an oh face, "Oh gosh. Wait until Jimin sees you. He has orange hair now by the way. Dyed it not long after you left and it stuck." Speaking of the orange haired male turned the corner. Jungkook shouted, "Jiminie hyung come here I have a surprise." As he came closer he noticed Taehyung. He froze staring at him. Tears filled his eyes as he too jumped at the other. Taehyung laughed loudly, "Hey Chim Chim. I've missed you." Namjoon and Yoongi watched in silence not yet stepping out. They still had the whole stealing supplies to deal with. Namjoon nudged Yoongi, "That's what Jin was always talking sadly about. Taehyung leaving behind his two best friends. That's them." Yoongi watched with small smile. The third male from earlier also came around the corner, "Hey Kook Mrs Choi offered to hand out medicine and said you can stay with Hoonie." Once reaching them he paused, "Why are you all crying?" Jimin pushed Taehyung forward, "We found someone we thought we had lost a long time ago. Hobi hyung meet Taehyung." Almsot instantly Taehyung flushed, "H-hello." Hoseok too seemed to flush. Jimin and Jungkook looked at each other smiling knowingly. Taehyung upon realising why he was there turned to them again, "Actually guys I'm um here for a reason. You see the people who like help and run it have noticed supplies missing. So uh." Namjoon and Yoongi deemed it time to make their presence known. The three strangers froze. Namjoon waved awkwardly, "Uh hello. I'm Namjoon. I run the city with this one's help." Namjoon pointing to Yoongi. Jungkook groaned, "I knew something was off. We were being followed. Please tell me you're not the same Namjoon that's married to Jin hyung?" Namjoon frowned, "I am actually." The two friends of Taehyung groaned, "We can't hide his body." Namjoon looked terrified. He was leader but he's also a marshmallow. Taehyung gave them a what the heck guys look. Jungkook giggled, "We're joking. I don't think any of could actually hurt anyone." Yoongi hadn't taken his eyes of the Jungkook one. He was attractive and looked younger than him. Jimin hit the back of his head, "Don't tell them that you idiot. What if they had come to kill us they'd know we wouldn't fight them." Jungkook pouted. He actually pouted. Namjoon puffed his cheeks, "I can't give out. They're being too cute especially the one that looks like a bunny. Plus Jin would kill me." The bunny one being Jungkook. Yoongi could see the resemblance when he would smiled widely. Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung burst out laughing. Hoseok pointed, "Told you that you look like a bunny." Jimin nudged him, "Don't forget he's the baby." Taheyung nodded, "baby bunny. we used to call you that all the time." They talked. Well Namjoon and the ones made of sunshine did. Jungkook and Yoongi the observing type. Namjoon came to a decision. He would scan them all to make sure no one was effected and if they were clear they could all move into the city. He didn't have the heart to seperate Taehyung from his friends again or to leave people suffering. Taehyung had hugged his friends tightly before saying goodbye. He wouldn't see them unless they got the clear as he would have to stay inside the walls. Namjoon promised to return the next day with a few others to check them. There was only about twenty of them in the town so it wouldn't be too long and easy to get them settled. Yoongi gave them all a small smile as they left.

Jungkook looked at his two friends grinning. They couldn't believe what was happening. Jimin voicing their thought, "Please don't be a dream. I can't believe he found us." Jungkook nodded in agreement, "I wasn't sure we'd ever see him or Jin again. Hobi hyung seems to have taken a liking to him." Hoseok blushed avoiding eye contact, "He's cute."

Jungkook spent the next morning checking people's health and most were getting better. Then he proceeded to help people pack up what they needed. Jimin and Hoseok also doing the same. People were excited. He hoped that they would all get cleared. Once that was complete he went back to Woozi to check the youngest member. He had gotten much better after taking medicine. The fever wasn't as bad as the first time. The soup and promise of chocolate also seemed to help. He still however had to rest a bit more. Holly opting to stay by his side. Jungkook entering smiled, "How you feeling Wooz Wooz." Woozi grinned at him, "Better. I started colouring a picture. See?" Jungkook admired the picture of the boat that he had coloured in. He ruffled his hair telling him it was beautiful. Sitting beside him he took out one bar deciding the second would be for tomorrow as a surprise. He gave it to the younger who smiled at him in thanks. Jungkook chuckled as he devoured the bar, "Easy there. Don't want though to choke. I also have some good news. Would you like to know?" Woozi nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah." Jungkook grinned, "Remember how I told you about Jimin and I having a friend called Taehyung. We'll yesterday we found him. He lives in the city with his brother. His friends were with him, Namjoon and oh I never caught his name. We'll there was another with him and Namjoon hyung actually runs the city and he's coming today to check if we don't have the virus. If we're clear he'll take us to the the city to live in. You'll be able to play with other children maybe, and colour more and maybe even have more chocolate." The small boy clapped in excitement. When Namjoon arrived he was by himself with people they didn't know. They had weird looking scanners. Taking Woozi's hand in his they walked outside meeting the others. Namjoon called to him to explain how they would go about it. There was five people with scanners. They would line up and be scanned. Once clear they could begin walking to the city and Jin would let them in. He would give them a small piece of paper with a pass on it so Jin knew it was them. It was quick. They would prick their finger and the scanner took a drop of blood scanning it. If the light turned green they were clear. People cleared and the line got shorter. Jungkook staying with Woozi the entire time. Once their turn Jungkook squeezed the smaller's hand in reassurance. Woozi flinched at first but relaxed instantly afterwards. Jungkook held his breath sighing in relief at the green light. Jungkook followed also getting the go ahead. He almost cheered out loud when his friends were cleared too. There was an older couple that didn't get the all clear. They had the virus in their veins but it had not yet taken over their blood cells. Jungkook hadn't wanted to leave them but they insisted. It was their time and they'd spend their last moments together. Jungkook grinned down at Woozi, "Things are changing little one. For the better it seems." Woozi smiled back clinging both Jungkook's hand and the Kumamon bear closer.

While Jin was in charge of letting the newcomers in he was in charge of setting up rooms, apartments for them to stay in. Namjoon had requested that the three males shared a dorm. There were five rooms. One each, one for the smaller person they had seen him talking to and one for Taehyung. They had no doubt he would want to move in with his friends. The dorm was also confidently next door to the large house that he, Jin, Namjoon and their families shared. He made sure there was enough supplies in each housing. Honestly he still wasn't impressed. He knew they were trying to survive but they still stole. For all they knew the mightn't have had the resources to look past supplies missing. He hadn't interacted with them since. Not really feeling the need to. He wasn't a fan of interacting with people anyway. Seems however fate had other ideas. When Jungkook and Jimin stood before Jin the oldest member became tearful. He hugged both boys peppering their faces with kisses. Jin has always looked out for them when they were younger. Being that Jimin has lost his parents and well Jungkook's dad was a terrible cook, he made it his duty to feed them. Jin's food was always delicious. Not only that but he always made sure they were healthy, worrying about them. Taehyung included. He is the kindest person they knew, and had no doubt he still is.

Jungkook had always been curious, even as a child. Going places he probably shouldn't and exploring as much as he could. The city was new and now that they were inside and able to move about without caution his adventurous side surfaced. So during the night when Woozi was sound asleep and tucked in safely he would go out. He preferred night time, not having to deal with people. So here he was, wandering the streets of the large city. He looked at the various buildings and what they offered. He passed a playground and several stores that offered things for children. He made a mental note to bring Woozi to them. It would be nice for the little guy to make friends his age. It was cool, he slightly regretted not bringing a jacket. He turned a corner and collided with someone. He cursed as he fell back on his ass. A hand appeared before him and he accepted the help up. He bowed, "I apologise. I wasn't paying attention." He looked up to see Yoongi looking at him with a calculating look, "It's fine. I wasn't either it seems. What are you doing wandering around so late?" Jungkook shrugged, "I wanted to get to know my surroundings, and well I don't like crowds. It's easier to make my way around in the dark." Yoongi made a clicking sound, "Well careful. It's getting colder so you might not want to stay out too long. I'll be going." Jungkook nodded in understanding, "Okay Yoongi hyung." Yoongi paused, "Jungkook right? (Jungkook nods) I don't recall mentioning my name." Jungkook by his lip, "You didn't. Namjoon hyung mentioned the name and Taehyung confirmed that you are Yoongi." Yoongi made an 'aha I see' mutter. He shrugged, "Anyway I'm going to go home so take what I said in to mind and I'll see you around, maybe." Yoongi began to disappear around another corner. Jungkook watching him leave. He would describe the older man as an introvert, much like himself. He didn't say much and referred to go about doing his own thing. Much to both their dismay they kept bumping into each other, literally. Even though Jungkook is the taller and more built of the two he was always the one that ended up on his ass. He would need to carry a cushion with him in future. Like usual he spent his day watching over Woozi. He had taken him to the park from his first adventure and to get some ice-cream. One of the people in the city knew how to make homemade ice-cream and so opened a ice-cream parlour. It was the kids favourite place. Woozi had looked like he had entered heaven or something like it anyway. There the younger had made his first friend his age. A boy named Soonyoung or Hoshi as he preferred. He wad slightly taller than Woozi and immediately took a liking to the smaller. Hoshi is only a few months older so let the younger not use honorifics. Jungkook had spent the day spoiling the younger. Of course Holly had joined them at the park. The small dog needed his exercise too. Now the two were having a nice nap on Jungkook's bed, because it was bigger than Woozi's. So Jimin said he'd keep an eye on him while Jungkook explored. Now he was once again on the floor after falling on his ass. He took Yoongi's outstretched hand pulling him up. Yoongi frowned at him, "Come with me, I want to show you something." Jungkook didn't have a chance to answer as Yoongi walked away. He ran after him following behind. Yoongi opened a door for him to enter. Going in he looked around. It was a doctor's office. Yoongi put out his hand, "here." Jungkook looked at what was dropped into his hand. A key. Yoongi was looking away as he spoke, "Jimin mentioned that you would have been in your second year of med school. He told me and Namjoon how you helped people in the village. Treating them. We only have one or two other doctors here. Not enough for the amount of people here. So if you're interested this is yours. You can open it up, give you something to do. You can spend a few days settling in and organising but it's yours if you want, courtesy of Namjoon." Jungkook was in shock. Growing up all he wanted was to be a doctor, to help others. He looked around the room a grin spreading on his lips. Yoongi made a humming sound, "okay well before you get all sappy I'm going to go now. I have to do intake today." He settled in quickly getting Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok to paint it a nice pastel pink colour and hang up pictures. He also put some children's toys to help encourage kids that going to the doctor wasn't all that bad. Jin had used them finishing as a reason to celebrate and cook a meal for everyone. Unfortunately Yoongi wasn't able to attend as he had security watch. Jungkook had opted to bring Woozi along with him. Jin had doted on the smallest member and offered to watch him of Jungkook was ever stuck. When it was time to leave Jungkook bowed before Namjoon, "Hyung I want to say thank you for being the one to provide the building." Namjoon frowned at him confused, "What do you mean?" Jungkook tilted his head slightly, "Yoongi hyung said you were the one that made it happen." Namjoon shook his head, "Aish that man. It wasn't me Kook. It was Yoongi. He was the only one who had been told about your dream of being a doctor. So he went ahead and set it up. Don't know why he didn't take credit." Jungkook wondered too. He would make sure to ask and thank the man. He bowed again bidding Namjoon goodnight and hurrying outside to where Woozi waited with Hoseok. He took the smaller's hand in his still lost in thought. It wasn't long before he bumped into Yoongi again. The following day in fact. He was on his way to open up when it happened. He smiled shyly at the older, "Sorry again ..... Hyung, can I ask you something?" Yoongi nodded in acknowledgement. Jungkook scrunched his nose slightly, "Why did you say it was Namjoon hyung who had the idea and made the doctor office for me happen, when in fact it was you?" Yoongi shrugged, "I thought you might find it weird. I don't really know you that well and I helped set up something you dreamed about. Besides it just felt right. I've seen you, helping people. It comes naturally to you and you're good at it." Jungkook hesitated about his next question. He didn't know what way Yoongi would take it but he had to do something. He bit his lip nervously, "Hyung, I want to thank you. Let me buy you lunch or dinner or something. Maybe then I could get to know you. All our friends are friends. So we're bound to meet each other more. Please." Yoongi seemed to think about if before slowly nodding, "Okay. Dinner. You finish at six right? I'll come to you." Without another word Yoongi had continued on his way to his own work. Jungkook couldn't deny the excitement and flutter of butterflies that erupted in his stomach. Nervous. Jungkook was nervous as the clock got closer to six. The day has gone at a medium pace. People had come on for check ups but nothing extreme happened. Yoongi is a very handsome man. So it was no doubt he found him attractive. He is also kind and even though he's probably deny it he is very caring. He just doesn't say it. He shows it, through small things. At two minutes to six he began tidying up and putting everything away. Not forgetting to lock up. As he turned there he was. Yoongi leaned against a pole that resided in front of the building across from him. Jungkook felt his stomach churn, but in a filled with butterflies way. Yoongi led him to a small hut, "It doesn't look like much but this place has really good lamb skewers. You do like lamb skewers, if not we can go somewhere else?" Jungkook shook his head, "Hyung here is perfect." They sat in the far corner, opposite from one another. Yoongi ordered them a serving each. Jungkook watched him. Yoongi catching his look frowned. Wanting to break the silence he spoke, "Ah um there's no need to call me hyung. I'm not really one for honorifics. Yoongi is fine." Jungkook grinned, "Okay if you say so Yoongi-ah." When the food was placed in front of them silence surrounded them again. Jungkook bit into a piece letting out a small moan at the taste. A blush spread across his cheeks. Yoongi chuckled lowly, "Good right? This is one of my favourite places. Before the virus I would take my brother to get them sometimes. It reminds me of home. This place, people are trying to act normal. Sometimes it's good. Distracts me but sometimes I just want to scream. Why did this happen? How?" Jungkook watched him silently. He could see the pain reflecting on the older man's eyes. He had suffered. They all had. It became a routine for them. Every Friday evening Yoongi would meet him after work and they would eat together. He had learned a lot about the older. He learned Yoongi was a musical genius. He had come to the city to produce music and could write and compose his own songs. Also he could play the piano. However the virus changed things and his path changed. He learned that while the older didn't speak much or say his feelings his eyes did. His emotions were more clear if you looked into his eyes which Jungkook did a bit too often. As time passed he learned small details like his favourite colour or his favourite memory. As time passed he realised he was falling for Yoongi. After discovering this he had gone home almost feeling dizzy. Jimin who had opened the door leading him to the couch worryingly. Taking a few seconds to gather his thoughts he looked up at Jimin his cheeks flushed, "Hyung, I-Ive fallen in love. I'm not quite sure if he has caught me or not."

After that things became awkward. Jungkook avoided the older more. Giving excuses like he had too much work or Jimin needed him. So much so that Yoongi himself became irritated. He knew he was being avoided on purpose but he didn't know the real reason why. So he confronted the younger. A knock on the door alerted the four males sitting in the living room. Hoseok going to open, frowned wondering who could be visiting them. When he opened the door Yoongi pushed past without a word straight towards Jungkook. Jungkook sat wide eyed staring at him. Yoongi glanced at the three also watching. Jimin coughed awkwardly, "We'll um give you two some time to talk alone." Once they were out of sight Yoongi faced Jungkook again eyes practically burning. He pointed, "Why have you been avoiding me?" Jungkook tugged at his sweater sleeves, "I can see you're upset and I'm sorry." Yoongi scoffed, "Upset? I'm furious. You want to know why? I was perfectly fine by myself. The same thing each day. Until some brat, you by the way, comes in and has the audacity to steal from us. I only stood back and kept quiet because Namjoon is my best friend. If it was anyone else you would have probably been punished. I don't even know if we have prison anymore. So not only were you let off but also given a home, and everything you could possible need. Then we bumped into each other and it kept happening. That irked me. You were just a kid. I was suspicious at first why you were out so late all the time. Yet I still couldn't find it in me to say anything. Then you offered dinner. It became routine. I got to know you. All the doubts disappeared. Filling instead with feelings like looking forward to each Friday evening because it meant I get to see that stupid smile that makes you resemble a damn bunny. You can't just walk into my life, make me care, make me fall for you and then just leave. That's not how this works." Jungkook stood before the older stunned. Yoongi breathless from his speech. He had gotten closer upon speaking so now they were chest to chest. A small voice came from behind them, "Say sorry to Kookie." Woozi ran into Jungkook's arms an angry pout on his lips holding his Kumamon bear close, "Kookie is nice. Don't be mean to him or I'll make Holly bite you." Yoongi staring at him. He reached out poking the boy's face as actual tears filled his eyes, "J-Jihoon?" Woozi tilted his head taking in the older's details before jumping across into his arms, "Yoongi!" Yoongi held the small boy close, "I thought you were gone. This whole time you've been here with Jungkook." Yoongi looked up at a surprised Jungkook, "You've been taking care of my brother this whole time." Woozi poked his brother, "He didn't know hyung. I never told him your name. Just that I once had a brother. Kookie takes care of me without asking for anything in return. He even brought me home a puppy." Jungkook watched fondly from his seat on the couch as the two brothers reunited. A sad feeling at the pit of his stomach however made him cringe. Would this mean Woozi would move in with his brother? Would he see him as much? The small boy had become a huge part of him. Almost like his own son or younger brother. At the same time he wouldn't fight them both if they wanted that. At the end of the day they were each other's family, not his. He looked down begging himself not to cry. It wasn't the time. A small body however made him let out a small squeak of surprise. Woozi. He looked up at Jungkook eyes filled with happiness, "I found my brother Kookie. All because of you." Jungkook smiled down adoringly at him, "I'm so happy for you Wooz." Woozi faced Yoongi again bouncing on his heels in excitement, "Does this mean I'll get to live with you hyung?" Yoongi nodded, "I'm that's what you want kiddo?" Woozi nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! Yes! I'll get my stuff. Hyung come help me!" Yoongi glanced at Jungkook before nodding and following the small boy. Once gone Jungkook let the tears escape his eyes. One moment he was sure the older had been confessing and now he was losing one of the people he cared most about. A sob wracked his body. Gasping he gripped the armrest. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Jimin rushed in shaking him, "Kookie? Jungkook? You're having a panic attack. Look at me and take a deep breath. Come on." Jungkook stared at Jimin, "H-he's leaving. He I've lost another person. Woozi." Jimin pulled the brunette into his arms, "I know. It's okay. We'll figure this out okay. Woozi loves you a lot. He's just excited that he found his brother." Jungkook held on tight to the other. Just as he was calming down Woozi once again flung his small body into Jungkook's arms, "Kookie! I'm sorry. I made you cry." Jungkook hugged him tight, "It's okay Wooz. I understand. Yoongi is your brother. I'm just-" Woozi placed his small hands over Jungkook's mouth, "you're my brother too." Yoongi spoke up, and "He's right. You, all of you, complete strangers took him in. Gave him food, made sure he was healthy, gave him medicine when he was sick, gave him shelter, a home. You did what most people would not. So with that in mind I have a proposal. Woozi here stays with you throughout the week and comes to me on weekends. I work anyway until late at night Monday to Thursdays. Then I'll take you for soemthing to eat as usual and then afterwards bring Woozi home with me. I'll drop him back Sunday's. Then when we're used to it we can switch it up so you can see him some weekends."  Woozi and Jungkook looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Yoongi scratched the back of his head, "Now that that is sorted can I uh talk to Jungkook. I still need to talk to him." Jungkook nodded, "Let's take a walk." Jungkook looked at Yoongi as the walked down the street in silence. Yoongi glanced at him catching his stare making the brunette blush. Yoongi chuckled, "cute." Jungkook turned a shade of pink darker. Yoongi stopped turning his whole body to face the younger, "So what I said before, it came out wrong." Jungkook felt disappointment swirl his mind. He wanted to turn and run form embarrassment. Yoongi catching the expression reached an arm out to his waist to hold him in place, "Let me finish before I scare you off. Jungkook, what I mean is it came out rushed. Everything I said I mean. I have fallen for you. Everything about you. The spark in your eyes when you talk about something you're passionate about or about the people you love. The determination to help others. That smile, the one where it's so wide your nose scrunches and eyes crinkle and you look so bright and like a bunny. The fact you're body is so mature but you have the innocence and personality of a kid sometimes. Just you. Maybe this isn't the ideal place being that we're stuck in a world where every second we worry that someone we love could be gone in a flash but it also means I get you. The person who I probably don't deserve, because of you I found my baby brother, and someone who I have fallen for. So Jungkook please will you be mine and let me kiss you." Jungkook practically melted into his arms. He looked at the older eyes shining. His voice hushed in the quietness, "Yes!" Yoongi frowned, "Yes you'll be mine or yes I can kiss you?" Jungkook giggled, "Both Yoongi-ah." Yoongi grinned showing his gums almost killing the other with how beautiful he looked. Before another word could be spoken he leaned in pressing their lips together. It was going to be interesting to explain to Woozi.

[itsfinancethings]

A video screen is of course just the place to meet up with Chris Wallace. That arched brow and knowing smile have existed as pixels since the 1970s, when he began a television news career that took him from NBC to ABC to Fox, where he has hosted Fox News Sunday since 2003. But the face on Zoom is not the strangely ageless one known to viewers, as indistinct at its edges as the features of an infant. Without makeup, Wallace even at 72 hardly qualifies as craggy. But at least there are lines on his face.

“I’ve always in my career been the Kid,” says Wallace, who at just 34 became NBC’s chief White House correspondent. “I’m kind of the elder statesman now, which I kind of enjoy.”

He’s been riding out the lockdown in his Annapolis, Md., vacation home, working out of the guest apartment above the garage. As he pans his laptop to the left, the largely vacant space appears to be draped with several pairs of dress pants–exactly the thing you don’t have to wear in quarantine. In fact, the fabric turns out to be bunched-up blackout curtains for a makeshift studio. This is a work space, and lately Wallace has been working on more than just the first draft of history.

The book is out June 9. Countdown 1945 covers the 116 days between Harry S. Truman’s becoming President and the destruction of Hiroshima. Its brisk, naturally propulsive narrative rotates among players that include Manhattan Project scientists, a B-29 flight crew and a 10-year-old Japanese girl who manages to survive a blast that 135,000 people did not. The idea for the book’s structure came from Jay Winik’s April 1865: The Month that Saved America, but Wallace didn’t know where his book would start until February 2019, when he found himself in the U.S. Capitol hideaway where, shortly after FDR’s death, Truman got a call from the White House, set down the phone and exclaimed, “Jesus Christ and General Jackson!”

“And at that moment, I thought: That’s it!” Wallace says.

As a work of history written by a Fox News personality, the book aims for the best-seller list long crowded by the ousted Bill O’Reilly, whose Killing series has sold millions. But Countdown also reflects the rigor and fealty to facts that have distinguished Wallace, and made him a bit of an outlier at the network that pioneered spin. Researching the book, Wallace was stuck by Truman’s “decisionmaking process.” The novice President famously owned all final decisions–a plaque reading the buck stops here really was on his desk–but decided only after soliciting advice widely. The question of whether to deploy the atomic bomb was mulled by a committee that included the president of Harvard, physicists Enrico Fermi and J. Robert Oppenheimer, and other great minds.

“The inclusiveness and the deliberateness of that process does seem to contrast with the way decisions are made these days,” Wallace says, naming no names. “I wasn’t looking to do that. But it became evident as I researched the book.”

Wallace may be the physical embodiment of the media establishment. His father was Mike Wallace, the feared interrogator of 60 Minutes. But his parents divorced when he was a baby, and Chris was raised by his mother and stepfather Bill Leonard, the CBS News president who oversaw the creation of 60 Minutes and much else in network news. Chris attended Hotchkiss and Harvard, and worked at the Boston Globe. His own stepchildren were fathered by Dick Smothers, half of the folk-singer comedic team that, via The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour in the latter 1960s, became a touchstone for a liberal sensibility that eventually enforced a new orthodoxy across the national media.

The anchor says Rupert Murdoch and the late Roger Ailes, who together created Fox News, “took a completely different view: ‘We think there’s a big untapped market out there that feels, Hey, I haven’t been getting the news, the news as they understand it, as straight news, ever. And that these three broadcast networks are all telling a version of the news, and it’s all very similar–as you say, one set of facts. But they’re not speaking to us’ … And that’s the secret to the success of Fox News.”

Wallace says he has never been pressured to toe any line at Fox, and still enjoys the independence Ailes promised when he was hired. Wallace held Vladimir Putin’s feet to the fire in a widely praised interview in 2018. And he points out that he recently confronted both Trump Administration officials and former CDC director Dr. Tom Frieden with uncomfortable facts. “I’m a contrarian,” he says.

“The problem is I think people want Fox to be one thing,” Wallace says. “It isn’t. It’s a lot of things. And I understand why that becomes uncomfortable or difficult for people.” He notes that after Trump claimed to be taking hydroxychloroquine to prevent COVID-19, it was Fox host Neil Cavuto who warned viewers, “It will kill you.” But in general, the line Wallace draws runs between news and talk. “I do what I do, I’m proud of what I do. What happens in prime time, they run their operation.”

The President is not a fan. In an April 12 tweet, he called Chris Wallace a “Mike Wallace wannabe … even worse than Sleepy Eyes Chuck Todd of Meet the Press (please!), or the people over at Deface the Nation. What the hell is happening to @FoxNews. It’s a whole new ballgame over there!”

Is it? Control of the parent company passed in 2018 from Rupert Murdoch to his son Lachlan, but Fox News remains (as well as the most popular channel on cable) so synched to the White House that it has faced complaints that it may bear responsibility for deaths that resulted from its amplification of Trump’s early dismissal of the virus.

What has changed is the story. Politics, being about perception and framing, comes with a builtin flexibility that’s visible by toggling between Fox and MSNBC. But science is nothing if not facts. And public health requires consistent, clear messaging to coax the behaviorial changes necessary to contain contagion. Wallace lists his recent guests on Fox News Sunday: Bill Gates, Johns Hopkins’ Dr. Tom Inglesby, Frieden and National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases director Dr. Anthony Fauci. “I want anybody who watches my show to have nothing but the facts,” he says. “Nothing but the science. And there’s plenty else out there, and I can’t control that. I can control what I’m communicating to people.”

What does he make of the current President? “Well, it’s interesting,” Wallace says. After sitting down with candidate Trump in October 2015, he recalls telling his Sunday panel the man could be elected. “They all looked at me as if I’d come in in tennis shorts.” What persuaded Wallace, he says, was Trump’s argument that globalism had left behind millions of Americans who felt Washington no longer cared about them.

To a student of the Fox News formula, it had a familiar ring.

“We can talk about the President,” Wallace says. “I have plenty of critical things to say about him. But he clearly speaks to a feeling out there that there is an ‘inside game’ that those voters are not part of and that nobody is looking out for them, and he is.”

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Broken Bonds and levels of Influence

Howdy folks, my emotional and mental state has kinda been all over the place lately. I could be feeling very depressed and then quickly become happy and then sad and then angry. I don’t know why but it’s strange and I don’t know what to think. Anyway I said that I will be trying to get to the bottom of my depression and find some sort of cause to it. I find my parents are a key contributor to it. It’s not rocket science and I’ve suspected that they’ve been a affecting me negatively in one way or another but frankly 9/10 interactions with them is bad. Basically everything I do is either wrong or not good enough… ring any bells? Anyone who’s read through all my blog posts (especially my older ones) will notice that the words “Not Good Enough” runs in DNA along with everyone with depression and Anxiety. That is pretty much what anxiety is, you don’t feel like you’re good enough in some way (or all ways). Anyway let’s move on.

So Today is Sunday, though not for much longer since it’s almost Monday now. Today at church the sermon was about how the “Next generation” aka mine and anyone younger than me is the church NOW, not the church of tomorrow and how the old folks need to give us the “keys” so we can start learning and growing sooner rather than later. One thing the pastor said that I grabbed onto is how a parent is the Number 1 example and influence on their child. Now this obviously makes sense since ideally the parent should be with the kid a lot and wear off on them but I don’t find this to be the case with me. For example my brother walks like my dad and everyone knows it however since I purposefully distance myself from my parents I don’t seem to have these things. I find that those things come from both time spent and how well bonded two people are. I have little to no bond with my parents and little time spent with them. I know that if I play a videogame enough I may begin walking and moving like the character in the game (unconsciously). I know this because when I was in highschool and whenever a new Assassin’s Creed game came out I would play it a lot and my friends at school would tell me that I have taken on the walk of the main character (after all videogame characters move and look very realistically these days). I didn’t know I was doing it but then it happened again with Watch Dogs came out. Now my bond to these characters isn’t so strong that I begin to act like them (no matter how much I love the characters of my favorite games) but because my bond to my parents is so poor, I think that I subconsciously pick up and drop new things quickly but break those habits easily. Just a strange thing I found about myself.

Moving on my family’s sense of humour is fairly narrow and it’s actually very different then my girlfriend and her family who can see the humour in every situation (one of the many things I like about them). For example I wrote up a quick document about how use my old laptop when I decided to give it to my girlfriend who was suffering a life time with a Mac. On the document I made a joke stating that “Our Lord and savior Windows 10” saved my old laptop (it did). Anyway if I made that joke around my family I’d get in trouble because Windows 10 is not our lord and savior but Jesus is. Now obviously I know that’s true and so does my family, girlfriend and her family but it was just a joke. But still, I’d get ridiculed for that joke because it could be taken the wrong way or because it’s technically (sorta) taking the Lord’s name in vain… but guess what guys, Jesus know’s it was a joke and he doesn’t care! If you’re gonna get all uptight about this kind of thing then go get yourself some tea and chill out. Now I bring this up because due to my lack of bond with my parents I bonded a lot with one of my highschool teachers. He’s the only one in my highschool who noticed that I was depressed and he kinda treated me like a son. Now I picked up on the way he talks and his sense of humor and it was basically every type of humor and it very closely resembles my girlfriend’s sense of humor. Now at that time in my life I might argue that this teacher was my number one influence and example of my life rather than my parents. I mean this guy  tried to teach me how to talk to girls (failed but he tried), he taught me how to wood work, metal work, wire stuff, build computers, Photoshop, photography and film making. He was a great guy who I looked up to.

Next I wonder who am I an influence too? I would say no one, except I suppose I am to some extent to my girlfriend and some of the youth at my church. I also strive to influence… well anyone who looks at my art or reads this blog I guess. I wonder if I’m a good example? For now I would say no. I am not. I say that because no one knows my whole story, no one knows of my depression or my poor relationship with my parents which changes everything. I mean people may see someone who is unmotivated or depressing or narcissistic and they’d mostly be right. However when you ask the question “why?” and I tell you my story then you’d understand and then maybe I’ve done well all things considered. But who knows… that’s just my 2 cents.

Also I’m sitting in a park right now while I write this… I wanted to get away from my parents. Anyway despite it basically being summer, it’s quite cold at midnight so I should go. I have a big blog to write after this one about gaming so if you’re not interested in gaming then feel free to skip it. However E3 is just around the corner and it’s the second best holiday… yeah it’s a Holiday for us Gamers. Anyway Peace out!