#and we know how conditionated Killer is u-u

[buubonita]

Horror is the one who sleeps most while he can me thinks. So, sometimes, in the most far state from canon maybe, he drags Killer to sleep with him.

Killer almost never sleeps just lays over Horror until he is awake again 🙏 lazying is not on his usual habits.

Maybe being inactive for hours has helped him to know his body would collapse in any moment? so he stays. Sometimes, he leaves after a while.

[softlighter]

this might be an odd request but might u write something based on the song true faith for the bees

I based this off of the Lotte Kestner cover from “The Last of Us II,” although I hadn’t heard the song before I got this prompt!  I focused more so on the ~vibes~ of the song than on the lyrics, but you’ll see some lyrics snuck in there.  I hope this satisfies!  Also posted as “Heavy” on ao3.

Yang laid on her bed, her back to the mattress as the world swirled around her.  She couldn’t get up.  She couldn’t move.  She couldn’t breathe.  Yang was all too aware of the weight of the covers on top of her, so thick and heavy.  She couldn’t move them, not when she couldn’t even move herself.  The world felt so heavy around her.

“Yang?”

She tried to move in response to Blake’s voice, tried to force a smile on her face.  “Hey,” she croaked.  Everything was gray around her, and she kept staring at the ceiling as Blake drew closer.  “You’re not supposed to be home until Saturday.”

“It is Saturday, Yang.”  The bed dipped as Blake sat on the edge.  “Are you alright?” she asked softly. 

Yang didn’t meet her gaze.  “Just tired,” she lied.  “And I have a killer headache.”  Her usual lies to get her off her back.  

“You don’t seem like yourself,” Blake said quietly.  “Is something wrong?”

“I’m fine,” she clipped.  “I’m fine.”  She tried to force meaning into the words, but they came out flat, even to her own ears.  She closed her eyes and turned away from Blake.  “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Blake sighed.  The bed rose once more as Blake stood up, and Yang didn’t dare to hope and fear that Blake was leaving.  She wanted her gone, she wanted her to stay, she needed someone there and needed to be alone.  Her throat thickened, and she clenched her eyes shut to block out the world.  

But the bed dipped once more, and then Blake was pulling back the covers.  “What’re you doing?” Yang asked, turning to face her.

“I’m coming in,” Blake said, diving under the covers.  She pulled them up once more and turned on her side to face Yang.  Her face was painfully soft and open.  “If you don’t want to talk, that’s okay, Yang.  But I don’t want to leave you alone right now.”

Yang swallowed hard.  “I’m fine,” she said, but her voice cracked.

Blake just nodded.  “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked slowly.  “Because I’m here, Yang.  I’m here for you.”  Her voice was soft and smooth and warm without being pitying.  Just pure understanding and selfless desire to help.  

“I just don’t feel like me right now,” Yang confessed, the words forcing their way out of her chest.  She bit her lip and barely held back the rest of the words that threatened to break out of her throat.  “I don’t feel like me.”

Blake’s eyes were glowing in the afternoon sun, even though she had closed the blinds.  “Why don’t you feel like yourself right now?” she asked.

“I don’t know!”  The words came out sharp, sharper than she intended.  She flinched, but Blake didn’t even wince.  She just kept looking at her, her face soft and open.  Yang wet her mouth.  “I don’t know,” she said, quieter this time.  “I just don’t feel like me, and the world is so heavy.”  She closed her eyes.  “The world is so heavy.”

Blake rested a hand on Yang’s face, and Yang didn’t have the energy to move away from her touch.  “What do you need right now?” Blake asked quietly.  

“I don’t know,” she whispered.  Her still shut eyes heated up, and tears threatened to overwhelm her.  She curled into a ball.  “I don’t know what I need.”

“That’s okay,” Blake said, gently stroking her cheek.  “That’s okay, Yang.”

“But it’s not!”  Her eyes snapped open, and her voice broke.  “It’s not okay.  I’m not me right now, and I don’t know what I’m feeling or why I’m feeling like this and the world is just so heavy, Blake, it’s so heavy.  I’m not even here right now, and I just don’t care.”

“But you are here,” Blake said.  “You are here.”

“I don’t feel here,” she said.  “I don’t feel present.  I feel stuck, and I can’t move.  Everything is gray, and I just- I can’t find anything to make me feel like me.”

Blake went silent then, but she was still brushing her fingers against Yang’s cheek.  “You are Yang Xiao Long,” she said finally.  “You are the strongest person I know.  You are smart, and beautiful, and strong, and you are always you.  Even when you feel like this.  Even when you can’t see it, you are you, Yang.”  Blake kissed her forehead, a chaste and reassuring gesture.  “I’m here for you, baby.”

“I know,” she croaked.  She hesitantly opened her eyes.  “Something’s got its hold on me.  And I can’t shake it.”  She swallowed hard.  “I can’t shake it.”

“We’ll shake it together,” Blake said.  “You’ll come back to yourself, Yang.  I promise.  This isn’t forever.”  

Yang nodded.  “But it’s for now.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”  Blake gave her a tentative smile.  “Let’s get some food in you, okay?  You’ve been in bed all day.  And then we can go sit in the garden, or watch a movie, or whatever you’re up for.  But no more laying in bed.  I know it’s hard, Yang, but we have to get you out of bed.”  Her voice took a turn towards pleading that made Yang’s heart ache.

“Alright,” she said softly.  She pushed up against the mattress and forced herself to sit up.  Yang took a deep breath.  Blake helped her, hands holding her.  Her head felt packed with cotton and dull.  Everything felt dull, and it was like she was trying to break out of her own brain.  Yang rubbed her face.  

“When was the last time you showered?” Blake asked softly.

Yang blinked, trying to remember.  “I don’t know,” she admitted after a moment, breath catching.  Fuck, she was so pathetic.  

But Blake just rubbed her back and shoulders.  “Do you want me to draw a bath?” she asked.  Before Yang could answer, she added, “I’ll help you, Yang.”

“I don’t need help,” she said, but she did.  She buried her face in her hands at the realization.  “Fuck.”  Tears threatened, and she closed her eyes once more.

Blake stood up and pulled on Yang’s hands to get her to stand.  Yang stood for the first time in days, and her stomach grumbled.  Fuck, when had she eaten last?  She blearily blinked as Blake carefully led her to the bathroom.  Blake started the bath, checking the water, before she helped Yang take off her clothes and sit down in the large tub.

Yang sat, knees curled to her chest, as the tub filled with warm water.  “I’ll be right back,” Blake promised.  She turned and left, leaving Yang in the tub.  Yang closed her eyes once more, trying to revel in the warmth of the water.  It felt good.  It felt good, and she could already feel the grime starting to lift off of her skin.  It was good.  This was good.

Blake was back with a cup of water in hand.  She pressed the glass to Yang’s hand, and Yang took a sip.  She had drank water over the past few days, but that had been about it.  Still, the cold water felt good running down her throat.  She handed the glass back to Blake, who put it on the counter and turned off the water.  

“I’m going to wash you now, okay?” Blake said softly.

Yang nodded.  She kept her eyes closed as Blake started pouring water over her back, her shoulders, her head.  She kept herself loose and malleable so that Blake could manipulate her body easier.  Yang relaxed as the scent of their lilac and lemon soap filled the air and covered her body with soapy slick, Blake running the bar up and down and around her arm and torso.  She stayed still as Blake pulled her hair over her shoulder and started rubbing her back with the bar.

“Can you raise your arms for me?” Blake asked.  Yang obliged, and Blake cleaned her underarms.  “Thank you.”  

Yang’s throat thickened.  “Thank you,” she rasped.  

Blake just hummed.  “You’re welcome,” Blake said, pouring more water over her body.  “I just want you to feel good.  Feel like you.”  Yang slowly opened her eyes and stared at her knees.  “We’ll wash you up, and then we’ll go sit outside.  How does that sound?”

“Good.”  She tilted her head back as Blake started massaging her scalp with shampoo.  Her fingers were strong but careful, and even though her head still felt packed with cotton, it was soothing.  Blake gave the best scalp massages, although she claimed that it was just an excuse to play with Yang’s hair.  “You’re too good to me.”

“No, I’m not,” Blake said patiently.  “You deserve good things.  I just do my best to give you some goodness.”

“Well, you succeed.”  Her eyes closed again as Blake poured more water over her head, washing the shampoo out of her hair.  Blake then started working the conditioner through her hair, twisting the conditioner into the long strands.  “I love you, Blake.”  

Even when she was like this, even when she wasn’t herself, even when the world was gray, she loved her.  It was as easy as breathing to love her, and it was just as hard to stop breathing as it was to stop loving her.  No matter what, she loved her.  Her world was gray, but Blake was like the morning sun to part the clouds.  Blake helped lessen the brain fog, and she took care of her, even when Yang didn’t need or deserve it.

“I love you too, baby,” Blake said.  “Close your eyes again, we’re gonna rinse you off and then we’ll get you into some sweats.  Sound good?”  

Yang nodded, and she let Blake rinse her off.  She stood up, and Blake was there to towel her off.  She didn’t walk one step without Blake beside her.  She stood in the middle of their bedroom, hair dripping water onto the floor, as Blake dug in their drawers for some clothes.  

“Fuck bras,” Blake said, and a smile twitched on Yang’s lips.  

“Fuck bras,” she agreed.  She accepted the underwear Blake handed her and stepped into them before pulling on her tank top and sweatshirt.  

“Sit down on the bed,” Blake instructed.  Yang sat, and Blake got behind her with a brush.  Yang winced as Blake brushed through the knots.  “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said.  “I’d rather do it now than later.”

Blake continued, and she carefully worked the tangles out of her hair until it smooth.  Yang stared into her lap, slowly coming back to herself.  Her stomach rumbled again.  “Can we watch a movie?” she asked as Blake finished.  “Pop some popcorn?”

“We can do that,” Blake said.  “In the living room.”

Yang nodded and stood up, stretching her shoulders.  She wasn’t wearing her arm, and she wouldn’t bother putting it on.  She padded out to the living room, but Blake ducked into the bathroom to grab the glass from earlier as she settled on the couch.  She grabbed a blanket for the both of them and started flipping through movies to order.

“I’m popping popcorn and getting some tangerines,” Blake called from the kitchen.

“Okay.”  She settled on an old favorite of theirs, Legally Blonde.  The perfect movie for when she got like this.  Yang curled deeper into the blanket, being sure to leave some for Blake when she got out of the kitchen.  

Blake came in with a tray of water, juice, popcorn, and tangerines.  Yang rolled her eyes at her over-preparedness, but her heart panged at the care Blake had for her.  She had even peeled the tangerines for them, knowing that, even if Yang had her arm on, she wouldn’t have the energy to do so.  She swallowed thickly.  “Thank you,” she said, taking a sip of her water.

“Of course,” Blake responded as she settled down on the couch beside her.  “Legally Blonde it is.”  Blake grabbed the remote from Yang’s hands and hit PLAY.  Yang laid her head on Blake’s shoulder, and Blake wrapped an arm around her.  “You’ll be okay, baby.  We’ll get through this.”

Yang snuggled deeper into Blake’s body as the opening of the movie started.  “I know,” she said softly.   “Thank you.  For being here.”

“Of course, Yang.”  Blake kissed her forehead.  “I’m always here for you.”

“I know.  Still.”  Her tongue felt awkward, but she still managed to say, “Thank you.”

“I love you, Yang.  Even when you’re struggling.”  Blake squeezed her gently.  “I love all of you, baby.  Even when you don’t feel like you.”  Blake laid her head on top of Yang’s.  “Because you’re always you, and I will always love you.”

Yang dove deeper into Blake’s embrace, her breath still and steady.  “I’m sorry,” she said.  “I’m sorry I’m like this.”  Her voice cracked.  

“It’s not your fault,” Blake said.  “It’s something you struggle with, struggle through.  And I’m sorry I can’t help you more, but I’m here, Yang.  You can lean on me.”  Her voice was a soothing balm to the grayness of the world, and Yang loosed a breath.  “Don’t be sorry, Yang.  Be proud of yourself for being strong.”

“I don’t feel strong.”

“You are.  I promise you, you are.”

Her throat thickened.  She opted to remain silent and just press closer into Blake.  “I love you,” she said.  The words weren’t enough, they would never be enough.  But they were the closest words to encapsulating what she felt for Blake, how grateful she was, how much she loved her.  “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Blake said.  “I love you too.”  Blake started gently massaging her shoulder.  “You can do this, Yang.”

“Not without you.”

“Even without me,” Blake said.

“I couldn’t get out of bed for three days.  You’re the one that’s taken care of me, I can’t- fuck, Blake, I couldn’t even bathe myself.”  Her chest shuddered, and she closed her eyes.  “I don’t feel strong.”

“You’re doing your best, Yang.”  Blake let out a breath.  “You’re strong, and you’ve done so much by yourself, but this battle is too much, and that’s not a weakness.”  A pause.  “I think we should visit that psychiatrist Qrow recommended.”

Her chest tightened, but Blake continued.  “Not because you’re weak, baby.  Because you’re not.  You’re strong as all hell, and you just need a little help.  Because I don’t want this for you.  I don’t want you to feel like this and deal with it by yourself.”

“You think it’ll help?” she asked quietly.

“I think it’s worth a try,” Blake said carefully.  

Yang sighed, but she nodded.  “Okay.  Okay.”  She took a deep breath.  “Let’s do it.”

“I’ll call tomorrow.  Today, let’s just focus on the present.  Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.  She sighed at the screen.  “Warner is such a shithead.”

Blake let out a small laugh.  “He is.”  Blake gently jostled her.  “But you’re the Elle to my Emmett, you know that?”

“Is that because I’m blonde?”

“Partially.”  She could hear the smile in Blake’s voice.  “But also because you’re both smart and resilient and determined.”  

Yang smiled.  It was small, but it was real.

[cbseung]

cobblestones: modern prince hyunjin - pt 6

[masterlist]

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5] [pt 6] [pt 7] [pt 8] [pt 9] [pt 10] [final]

you’ll be happy to know i decided a major plot point by asking google heads or tails

i hope you all are okay! if not that’s okay too. make sure you drink water and eat food! stray kids would want you to :)

pairings: hyunjin x reader

w/c: 1,655

warnings!: slight alcohol use :) nothing too bad only enough to make yourself dance on tables in barcelona [this statement makes sense don’t worry] (and not underaged because drinking age in barcelona is 18) [this still makes no sense hehe]

description: it’s ball prep time!!!! gotta sort out a dress, a date, AND YOUR feelings for a certain someone who must not be named! 

finally

your shopping day with hyunjin is finished!!

you walk back to buckingham with eight bubble teas

cause SOMEONE wanted to try all the flavors

that someone was you btw

“i can’t believe you made me buy you eight flavors of bubble tea”

“i can’t believe you actually did it!!!”

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

“nah i’m just lucky you’re stupid”

hyunjin rolls his eyes as he smiles and you walk in laughing when you’re stopped by felix and yeji

looking at you pretty strangely

“...hello you two...”

“HI” you and hyunjin simultaneously say

“do you want some bubble tea?? hyunjin bought them all for me!!”

“that’s a lie”

“no it’s not!”

“okay fine i did but i thought you would’ve been nice and shared them”

“me? nice? to you? have you forgotten the past weeks?”

hyunjin gasps

“are you saying you STILL hate me??” he says as he pouts, “after i bought all this bubble tea for you??”

“well i mean.. you’re up 5 points in my book”

“5 points??????? i should be more!! why are we keeping score in the first place!?”

you and hyunjin continue to tease each other as felix and yeji share that look

“you guys look pretty friendly”

“us? friendly? HAHAHAHAHA” you and hyunjin say

“uh huh.. y/n can i.. talk? to you?”

“course felix! what’s up my dude”

“hey so i was talking to yeji.. and she said i should take you as my date to the ball!”

oh

oh?

your heart didn’t flip

you don’t feel like a middle school girl who got asked to the dance

in fact all you feel is excitement that you’re able to go to the ball with your best friend

you squeal in excitement

“yay!! you do know this means you’re gonna have to keep me company throughout the night”

“would not have it any other way”

you talk to felix about the dress that you’re gonna buy and how his tie HAS to match your dress and you HAVE to look like the best because there’s a LOT of people you need to impress

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you force yeji and felix to go to the dress store with you because you’re indecisive

“y/n YOU HAVE TO GET THAT DRESS”

“aw really?”

“YES IT’S GORGEOUS AND LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU”

“yeah y/n it’s gonna knock people’s socks off”

“EEEE THIS IS SO EXCITING! yeji!! now we have to find your dress!!”

so 100 dress try ons, 4 bananas milk teas, and 1000 complaints from you and felix later,,,

“god yeji you look good in everything just PIcK one”

“L I S T E N i NEED to DRESS to impress!!! and after that dress you bought we NEED to look like we’re unstoppable powerful women!

“YEJI SHUT UP YOU’RE GORGEOUS BUY THAT ONE IT LOOKS BETTER THAN THE OTHER 99 YOUR TRIED ON”

“you know what? you’re right! i’ll buy this one”

you and felix share a “oh my god thank god this literally took 500 hours” look

“y/n, felix,, i think it’s gonna be a night to remember”

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so like

the ball isn’t until a month away

there was a lot of planning that had to be done

and yeji and felix SO willingly helped because apparently they have an eye for these things

to your convenience （♯▼皿▼）

who are you gonna hang out with now?????? you think to yourself

“hello hello my pretty pretty pumpkin pie”

ah

right

“hyunjin!!!! you’re hanging out with me today!!”

“okay!”

“okay?”

“yeah! why wouldn’t i?”

“no it’s just.. never mind that was easier than i thought”

“i like hanging out with you!”

“if it makes you feel better yeji and felix are too busy with ball stuff so they couldn’t hang out today”

“well, third choice is better than not being a choice at all! even though you were my first choice”

"ah stop it!! >:(”

“never! anyways what’s your plan”

“... we can go to all the coffee shops again”

“WHAT is your infatuation with me and coffee?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST WANT COBBLESTONE COFFEE AGAIN LET ME LIVE”

“OKAY FINE”

“oooooH and we can go sightseeing!! i wanna see those cute houses i see online all the time!!”

“anything for you princess”

> < you stuck your tongue out at hyunjin

ah too bad though

you missed one of those genuine hyunjin smiles™

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this ball planning stuff goes longer than you expected

you spend a lot of your days in hyunjin’s company

and you’re.. enjoying it?

uh oh no no

“YEJI I MISS YOU CAN WE GO DO STUFF”

“why? you seem like you’re having a lot of fun with hyunjin” she says as she eyes you suspiciously

“i mean.. WE’RE JUST FRIENDS”

“mmhmm”

“I SWEAR!! IT’S NOT LIKE I THINK ABOUt his cute nicknames for me and how he laughs at me every time i drink coffee because i drink it too fast and end up burning my tongue and he laughs at how pouty my face looks and the super cute mole on the bottom of his eye BUT I SWEAR WE’RE JUST FRIENDS” you rant

“...y/n-”

“just. friends.”

“who’s just friends?” you hear hyunjin ask beside you

“bro oh my you just gave me a heart attack” you say

“oh? a heart attack because of my charming looks?”

“what do you want from me???”

“ah i don’t hear denial”

“HYUNJIN”

“okay! okay! pack your bags! we’re going to spain!”

“DUDE”

“DUUDE”

“I HAVE NO MONEY FOR THIS”

“WHAT PART OF ‘HEY I’M A PRINCE’ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND”

“YEJI HELP” you exasperate as you turn to your best friend

yeji raises her eyebrows and says

 “spain? sounds fun! y/n you should go”

“BUT-”

“you heard her!!! let’s go!” hyunjin says pulling your arm

how do you keep getting yourself in these situations?

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so you and hyunjin jump on a train to barcelona

“i can’t believe we’re here”

“well you better believe it princess! now, first things first.. coffee on cobblestone streets?”

“ah look at that! you know me so well”

you and hyunjin spend your day in barcelona walking around and sightseeing

“ah hyunjin take a picture of me by that building!!”

“y/n, you made me take about a million pictures now”

“it’s not my fault you have a talent!”

hyunjin GASPS, “oh? a compliment? from great y/n?? i am not WORTHY”

“oh look! now WHO’S dramatic!” you say as you roll your eyes and smile

you and hyunjin stop at a small but lively restaurant for dinner and 15 tapas and 3 glasses of wine later and you’re dancing on the floor in the middle of the small barcelona restaurant

“come on hyunjin!! dance with me!!!!” you yell

“y/n you’re drunk!”

“i’m not! i swear! now come on!” you say as your drag hyunjin on the dance floor

“uGH fine!” he says smiling

badump

oh?

what’s that hyunjin feels as he looks at you having the time of your life?

dancing like you don’t have a care in the world?

like you’re having genuine fun and experiencing genuine happiness?

“oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me” he thinks to himself

but how can he? when he just realized 

that his feelings for you might be something a little more than friends?

oh no 

oh god

“hey y/n? we should head home”

you pout

you were having so much fun!

“but hyyyuunnjiinnnniieeee” you say, still with your killer pout

“no buts!!! i can’t even take you on the train! i guess we gotta get a hotel for tonight”

“yaaaay!!!! sleepover!!!!” 

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 through hyunjin’s many many princely connections, you guys have no problem getting a hotel

“weeeeee!! this bed is so comfy!”

oh! did i mention that the hotel you’re staying at only had one (1) bed?

your hotel only has one (1) bed so you know what that means

“nuh uh you’re taking the floor” hyunjin tells you

“b-but”

“no buts”

hyunjin was half joking

i swear

he just wanted to get a reaction out of you

listen

you’re an emotional drunk

so naturally 

you just start crying

“but but”

“hey woah no i was kidding we can BOTH take the bed!! or if you want i’ll take the floor!!! just stop crying i’m sorry” hyunjin freaks

even drunk you were still aware of what’s going on and you weren’t about to let hyunjin sleep on the floor 

that’s crazy

“no it’s okay let’s share the bed!”

“oookay...”

so you and hyunjin get in bed in to your respective sides 

“good night jinnie” you murmur

“...good night princess”

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the following day..

you try to forget the fact that you got wine drunk 

and instead try to figure out why your pillow feels so hard?

like it doesn’t feel like a a pillow

...

wait

why is your pillow moving up and down

why is your pillow breathing

is your pillow haunted????

(a haunted pillow? really?)

as you move your head up to see,,

you were greeted with a peaceful sleeping hyunjin

a pretty hyunjin

with his bedhead!

and your head on his chest

and your arm around his waist!

oh so that’s the thing you were hugging

..

....

.. 

naturally you jump up 

you were just sleeping on your enemy but not really anymore i guess ‘s CHEST

NICE GOING

“y/n?”

“OH HAHA H-HI U-UM SORRY G-GO BACK TO BED” you say, refusing to look at his face 

“did you turn up the air conditioner? why’d it get cold all of a sudden?”

“I D-DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

“hey also did you feel something on your chest? like i felt like someone was laying on me”

now THIS makes you look up 

in confusion

and you’re met with a smirking hyunjin

“i-i’m gonna go order breakfast now!” you say as you walk out of the room

hyunjin flops back on the bed

“ahhh.. what am i gonna do with you?”

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a/n: hehehehehehehheehehehe

[descendantofthesparrow]

Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 14 - the apology

a rewrite of the harry hook x reader that @bluediamondsevie wrote for me

summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

 Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

 ---

You walked onto the ship and entered Umas cabin, placing the pay on her nightstand, before moving back to your room, needing to shower and change, being sweaty from parkouring all over the Isle.

You sighed as the cold water ran down your body, leaning your body to the side, you were scared, what would happen? Would being involved in the battle change what happens in the upcoming third movie? Would it result in a character death? You didn't know…and that terrified you.

You huffed grabbing the shampoo and squirted into your palm, lathering your hair, thinking of ways to prevent the timeline of this world from going awry, you rinsed the shampoo out and rubbed the conditioner in, slicking your hair back.

Tears began to fall, thinking of Harry, what would happen if you were there, you knew what was going to happen, you had watched it before, but with you here in the flesh, what would happen?

Would- footsteps, and a voice, Uma, why was she here? Luckily you had finished your shower you reached out and turned off the water, stepping out and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around yourself.

You unlocked the door and stepped out opening your mouth to question Uma when she turned to you with the most pissed of expression she had ever worn, she snarled and rushed you, making you shriek in fright and she slammed you against the wall, getting right up in your face.

“what.” She growled “the. Hell! Do you think you’re doing?!”

You stuttered confused, she rolled her eyes “you're ignoring harry! Why?!”

You gaped for a moment before speaking in a soft voice

“I don’t want to hurt him when I leave” Uma groaned and released you, covering her face and began to pace the room.

“are you serious (y/n)!!!” you furrowed your brows at her, what was going on, why was she so angry at you trying to protect Harry?

“you’ve only been ignoring him for what? A day and a half? And he's already acting like you’ve ignored him for a decade!!”

She spread her arms out, gesturing on how insane this was.

“you don’t want to hurt him?! Too late!!!” you gasped, what? “do you fucking know how much that idiot cares for you?!?! He thrives on attention!!! If he finds someone he can trust that won't betray him and give him affection that won't make fun of him for it! He’ll cling to them like a fuckin koala!”

You stared at Uma, a pit forming in your stomach, oh god you were gonna throw up.

“you are probably the first person in YEARS that will willingly show that much affection to harry!!! He depends on you so much to keep him afloat!!! And you just drop him because you “don’t want to hurt him”? well too fucking late (y/n)!!! you take yourself out of the picture and he acts like it’s the end of the world!!!”

Tears burned down your face, what have you done?!

“face it (y/n)!!! you're going to hurt him more, NOT telling him who you really are!!! If you leave without telling him, he’ll agonize over it for a long time, wondering if you're safe, or if you were faking caring about him!! If you stop ignoring him and tell him, he'll know!!! He’ll know that you're safe at home! and know that you never hated him!!! That you cared about him and still do!!!”

Uma stalked up to you and got right in your face, face red and seething. You own face red from crying and hiccupping.

“but if keep doing the bullshit you're doing now!”

She grabbed your face, leaning in closer, a dangerous whisper.

“he'll never forgive you, and he’ll hate you forever”

She released you and you collapsed on the floor. Sobs racking your body. Uma only glared down at you, contempt in her eyes.

“think it over (y/n), continue ignoring him, and he hates you, or tell him the truth, and you stay on his and MY good side.”

She turned and exited the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving you to your thoughts.

‘I promised I wouldn’t let anybody hurt him’ you thought, pain flaring in your chest, sobs echoing in the room ‘and now im hurting him’

You sat on the floor as the self-deprecating thoughts rolled in, curling in on your self. Hugging your knees to your chest, burying your face in them.

‘I'm no better than a villain’

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 You stood in front of the bed, your pirate gear and your original clothes set atop of it, you pondered which one you would wear before deciding that your clothes from home would be better suited for telling Harry.

You quickly shrugged them on, you grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opened google, searching for “Thomas Doherty”. The page loaded and you clicked your phone off, you took a deep breath before opening the door and making your way to the chip shop, as you entered you saw Uma sitting at one of round tables, she turned and rose an eyebrow at you, gesturing for you to come over. You obeyed and shuffled over, she leaned in close and whispered

“are you telling him?” you nodded, you weren’t going to hurt him anymore, Uma breathed a sigh of relief “thank hades, I couldn’t take his groveling anymore, one more minute of that shit and I would have shoved you two in a closet and locked it till you sorted that shit out”

You snickered at her threat and she rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to sit. Looking at your clothes she rose her brow, “I haven’t seen those clothes snince you got here” you shrugged, and told her since you were going to tell Harry the truth, might as well wear clothes from your world. Uma nodded and stood up to grab a tray of food for you. Just as she did the doors slammed open, and Harry stood there, a glint in his eyes and a shit-eating grin.

“UMA!” She turned surprised at Harry's tone, “you'll never guess who I just found at the little runt's place?!”

You snorted and mumbled, “I dunno, is it mal?” luckily no one hears you

Uma crossed her arms and made a face, confused “who did you see?”

Harry grin became dark and sadistic, reminding you of who harry truly was, the psychotic son of captain hook. You’d seen such a different side of him that you'd forgotten what he was like in D2, crazy, loyal, and ready to hook someone at any time.

“the traitorous witch malsy~!”

The crew went fuckin nuts, screaming and yelling at Harry to spill where she was now, they wanted to taste her blood.

Uma silenced them and stood there for a minute, and you all stood there, waiting for her next order, finally, she smiled.

“would anybody like purple pixie pie~”

The crew once again exploded and Uma cruelly smiled, you stood to talk to Harry but he just brushed past you. You stood there staring at his back, mouth agape. Uma turned to you, eyebrows raised, you raised your hands and gestured to harry, she just shrugged and sat in her throne, and you sat next to Desiree, you were kinda hurt but…you kinda deserved it, after all, you ignored him no good reason.

For the next three hours, Uma and the crew tossed ideas back and forth of what to do with mal, you simply sat there, watching the door, waiting for Gil, and soon, he burst through the door.

“UMA HOLY SHIT!!!”

She jumped and she and the crew turned to Gil in surprise, Uma frowned at him and growled “what the fuck Gil! What do-“

Gil interrupted her “king ben’s on the isle!!!”

Uma and Harry's jaw dropped, and she slightly turned to you, raising her brow, you nodded, confirming that Gil was telling the truth.

Uma turned to harry and they grinned sadistically at each other, Uma turned to Gil and praised him, he beamed and added that Evie, Carlos, and Jay were on the isle too, Umas eyes gleamed and she slammed her hands on the table, Grinning at the crew.

“alright!!! The traitors are on the isle and we have the opportunity of a lifetime, Auradon will be ours!!” the crew yelled in agreement and Uma sat for a minute, figuring out a plan, 30 minutes later, she sat up, and you and the crew sat up as well, eager to hear her plan.

“Alright, I got it, Harry, you go kidnap king beasty boy, and tell the purple bitch to meet me here, alone, and we will “talk it out” and agree to a trade-off, Ben for the wand, at noon tomorrow, its an offer she can't refuse” Gil raised his hand, Uma rolled her eyes and waved her hand to him, “why can't Mal refuse?”

Uma grinned “because if she does, ben meets our killer sharks”

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As Harry was leaving you tried to talk to him again, but he just brushed past you, you turned to um and she shrugged, two days of seeing Harry being depressed over you ignoring him, and now he's ignoring you, wtf. Uma grabbed his shoulder, and he stopped confused,

“Harry, why are you now ignoring (y/n)?” Harry rose his eyebrow “(y/n)’s her’e? I didn’ notice he’r”

Uma scrunched up her face, didn’t notice her?

“Harry she’s right there” Uma pointed at you, and Harry gaped “wait that’s he’r!!! shit, I haven't’ seen he'r in those clothes since I first saw he’r!”

Oh, ooh! Harry wasn’t ignoring you, he just didn’t recognize your clothes!! That was comforting.

“Alright then, Harry when you get back, talk to (y/n)”

“u-Uma, she won't even acknowledge me, there's no point” god you hated how sad he sounded.

“Harry I promise, if you talk to her right now, shell acknowledge you” Harry sighed and shuffled over to you, you took a deep breath and looked at him straight in the eyes, making him jump slightly, surprised.

“Lassie, Uma said ye wanted to talk?” you nodded, but before you spoke you wrapped your arms around his middle, and pulled him tight, making him gasp,

“(y-y/n)?”

“im sorry Harry”

He stood there for a moment, before giving in to your warm embrace, happily hugging you back, ecstatic to no longer have you ignoring him.

“why’d you ignore me, lass?”

You sighed and pulled back slightly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “well, a certain thing came to my attention and I reacted to it poorly and took it out on you, and I found a better solution to it, and I decided to go with it, because hurting you wasn’t worth it”

Harry turned red and stuttered “i-I lass, I wasn’t- I wasn't”

You just rose your eyebrow, he sighed and bumped your forehead with his, “i-I was, I mean, one day we were attached at the hip and the next ye were acting like I didn’t exist, it hurt”

You stared sadly at him and cupped his face, staring into his ocean blue eyes, his liner making them pop.

“I know and im sorry, ill never do it again, tonight, in our room, ill tell you what happened, okay?” Harry nodded and you smiled and leaned in and pressed a feather soft kiss to his cheek. He turned red and stammered, but you just smirked and wished him luck.

“see you tonight harry”

He bit his lip and nodded.

“see ye tonight lassie”

--end of part 14--

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Bad Decision or Good Mistake?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Bobby, Jody

Word Count: 12,761

Warnings: Demon Dean x reader x Soulless Sam, partial non-con, rough sex, selfish Winchesters, fear, pregnancy, morning sickness, eventual fluff, eventual smut, oral (female receiving)

Author’s Note: AU where Sam was still Soulless when Dean became a Demon and Bobby is still alive. Fyi Sam and Dean are kind of selfish assholes. But later they both get back to their caring human selves.  Also, this one got kind of long. When I was typing it out in Microsoft word it ended up being like 18 pages. I hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry that most of the smut isn’t until the end.

 Y/N wasn’t quite sure how she’d ended up in this position. Well, that wasn’t accurate. She actually knew exactly how she ended up in this position with Sam. She wasn’t sure where Dean came from. She’d been working with Sam on a case that ended up being ghouls, but as far as she knew, and from what she’d heard through the hunter’s grape vine, Sam and Dean were now estranged, so when Dean showed up with his eyes as dark as night, she was quite shocked. Now she was on her hands and knees on one of the beds in her hotel room, Sam’s insanely long, hard cock shoved down her throat while Dean’s also, insanely long, thick cock stretched her pussy to the point of bursting. Y/N wasn’t sure how long they’d been at this. Both of the Winchester’s had cum twice already and they both seemed to be close to doing it again for a third time. Their recovery time was insanely short but, Frankly Y/N was exhausted and she just wanted the whole encounter to be over.

Sure, it’d seemed like a good idea at the time. She’d had a crush on the Winchester brothers forever and when Dean slid into the booth next to her while Sam sat across from her. She’d heard about what had happened between them of course. Dean becoming a Demon and Sam still didn’t have his soul. They reeked of danger and being the thrill addicted hunter that she was, when Sam proposed a threesome, telling her that they’d both had a thing for her, for the longest time, it had only taken a minute or so of thought before she agreed. She knew that she might feel like crap in the morning as they didn’t seem much like the aftercare, lovey dovey type now, but at the time it didn’t feel like a big deal.

But the sex had been rough, with the focus being mainly on them. Sam and Dean only seemed concerned with getting their rocks off, not giving a shit if she did or not, so, it was a god given relief when Sam pulled out with a grunt and came across her face as Dean groaned from behind her, his warm load shooting into her pussy for the second time that night.

“Oh, Son of a Bitch.” Dean growled, his fingers digging into her shoulders while he came. In the mirror above the bed, Y/N could see that his eyes were pure obsidian. He released her shoulders, his eyes returning to their beautiful green color as he pulled out of her cum filled pussy.

“Hmmm… you look so pretty with a cum covered face. I’m so going to want to see it again.” Sam tilted Y/N’s chin up so his lips could meet her cum covered ones. The kiss he placed on her lips was brief and he gave her a slap on the ass for good measure before he left the bed. Dean’s weight had also left the bed and knowing that she was alone on it, Y/N collapsed onto her stomach. She didn’t particularly like the way she felt. She’d heard stories about the Winchester’s being good in bed and yeah, the sex was okay, but with no focus on her, she was starting to get the feeling that with them being the way they were, they didn’t give a shit about her, but only saw her as a plaything.

Y/N reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed around for her shirt that she knew was on the floor. Her fingers made contact with the soft flannel material and she quickly wiped her face clean of Sam’s cum before she curled up on her side, yanking a pillow down under her head and closed her eyes. She decided to play possum in the hopes that it would spur the Winchesters on their way.

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“Is she asleep?” Sam asked, his eyes on Y/N’s curled up, naked form on the bed. Dean’s eyes flicked over to the bed and he moved over to the side of the bed she was facing and glanced down at her face.

“Yeah she passed out. Guess we gave it to her good.” A feral smile crossed Dean’s face as he yanked his shirt down over his shirtless torso. A similar smile crossed Sam’s face.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to do this again then.” He commented as Dean buttoned up his flannel.

“I’m down for it.” Dean replied as he buttoned his flannel. Sam buttoned his jeans, and zipped his jacket.

“Alright. I’m out of here.” Sam told Dean as he opened the door of the hotel room.

“I’m right behind you.” Dean followed Sam to the door. Once on the threshold, he paused and glanced back into the room. “Thanks for the Fuck Y/N, I can’t wait to do it again.” His voice was cold but had a threat of a promise in it. The door closed and then they were gone.

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Y/N waited until she heard two engines start up and drive away before she knew that she was truly alone and that they were gone. She got rolled off the bed, stooping to pick up her cum covered shirt. She threw it into her dirty laundry bag and headed straight for the shower. She turned it as hot as it would go and waited until the bathroom was full of steam before she stepped in. The water hit her skin and made her feel like she was on fire, but she welcomed the sensation. It was the only thing that would get them off of her. Everything she’d been feeling after they were finished with her came to a head and she sank to the floor of the shower and cried her eyes out.

Once she’d gotten everything out of her system, she got back to her feet. Using her favorite scented soaps, she shampooed her hair, rinsed it out and then shampooed it again, just because she didn’t want to feel them on her anymore. She did the same with conditioner and then she drained her half full bottle of body wash, washing her body and face to make sure that she fully got them off of her. After an hour filled with soap and scalding hot water, she shut the shower off and wrapped up in her fuzzy bathrobe, her hair twisted up in a towel on the top of her head. She felt much better and she’d made the decision that no matter what feelings of love and admiration and lust she’d had for the Winchester brothers before this and no matter what she still felt, she was never, ever going to let them touch her again or be a part of her life. With this revelation, she climbed into the untouched bed and passed out.

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A Month Later

With a satisfying thud the last vamp’s head hit the floor. Y/N finally stopped moving, catching her breath as she surveyed the mess in front of her. The nest she’d been tracking for the last few weeks had finally stopped moving in a little town in Wisconsin, allowing her to catch up with them and now they were all decapitated and dead. She took another moment to appreciate the work she’d done before she trekked out to the front of her house where her bright red 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible sat.

“Hey Ruby. I got it done, finally. We can finally be free of these fuckin’ disgusting vamps.” Y/N spoke to her car as she popped open the trunk and grabbed the rag to wipe her bloody machete clean. Placing it back with her other weapons, she grabbed the full five gallon gas can and a book of matches. She hauled the can back up to the house and then proceeded to douse all the bodies and heads in gasoline with a trail leading straight out to the front door. Her gas can was empty by the time she was finished and it was with Satisfaction that she scraped the matchbook to life and dropped it in the gas trail. She closed the front door and then walked back down the front steps to her car. She replaced the gas can back in the trunk and then hopped in the front seat. She brought the engine to life and then put Ruby into reverse. Backing a safe distance down the driveway from the house, she put it into park, killed the engine, flipped open the cooler on the passenger seat and dug out a bottle of her favorite alcohol, Jack Daniels Cherry Limeade. She twisted the top off as she got out of the front seat and then took a seat on the Ruby’s hood, drinking her Cherry Limeade while she watched the whole house burn. Y/N didn’t care what anyone said or thought, she got a thrill and a wave of satisfaction and pleasure washed over her as she watched that house and the monsters inside, burn.

The driveway to the house was about a mile long and once she’d finished her drink and the whole house was now burning, the fire big enough that someone would soon see it and call it in, she tossed the bottle in the bucket on the floor the passenger driver’s side, got back into the driver’s seat, brought the engine to life again, flipped a U and roared off down the driveway, the house still burning in her rear view mirror.

She congratulated herself for a job well done by stopping at the little diner across the street from the motel and getting a large greasy bacon cheeseburger with deep fried cheese curds on it, deep fried cheese curds as a side and a giant chocolate milk shake. The diner boxed it up to go and Y/N headed back to her hotel room for a night of celebration with her greasy food, and Netflix and later she’d break out the bottle of champagne she’d picked up for this specific occasion.

Y/N didn’t think she’d ever felt happier after she’d kicked off her boots and peeled herself out of her bloody, grimy clothes. She sat in her underwear at the small table in her hotel room and ate her dinner, not wanting to get her pajamas dirty and not wanting her food to get cold while she showered.

“Oh god,” she moaned as she took a bite of the burger. “These fucking cheeseheads make a killer burger.” Grease dribbled down her chin, but Y/N didn’t care, she was more preoccupied with the best burger she thought she’d ever eaten. She finished her burger in record time and then headed into the bathroom to run herself a nice soothing bath. She set her laptop up with Netflix on it on the toilet next to the tub as the tub filled with hot water and a scented bubble bath and then walked back out to the main bedroom area to strip off her bra and panties. On her way back into the bathroom, she grabbed the to-go tub of deep fried cheese curds and her giant shake cup and took them back into the bathroom with her. Y/N set them on the floor, started up her show about the 72 Dangerous Animals of Australia, and then slid herself down into the warm bubbly water in the tub, sighing happily.  

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Y/N laid in the tub until the water was long past warm. She glanced down at her fingers, now visible in the water as all the bubbles had disappeared by now. They were pruny and she knew it was time to get out of the tub. She climbed out of the tub, letting it drain as she took her shake cup and cheese curd container to the trash and then deposited her laptop back on her bed. She headed back to the bathroom and turned the shower head on and then climbed back into the shower/tub combo to take a quick shower and wash her hair.

When she was finished, she wrapped her hair up in a towel turban while she dried off her body and then pulled on her choice of pajamas, a pair of booty shorts and an oversized tee shirt.

“Time for some fucking Champagne!” Y/N’s voice was triumphant as she pulled open the room’s mini fridge and pulled out the bottle of champagne she had chilling in the fridge. She also had a box of high quality dark chocolate and chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge to go with the champagne and she was euphoric as she took them back over to her bed and turned her show back on, on her laptop to enjoy while she drank her bottle of champagne and ate her chocolate. It was an amazing, memorable night and Y/N was tipsy, chocolate filled and happier than she’d been in a long time when she finally turned her show off and fell asleep.

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A loud crack of thunder combined with a flash of lightning woke Y/N from a peaceful sleep around 3:30 the next morning. She groaned and rolled over in bed, intending to get out of bed and close the drapes but instead, her stomach rolled and a wave of nausea washed over her. She scrambled to get out of bed and make it to bathroom as everything she’d consumed hours ago, started to rise in her throat.

Y/N barely made it her knees in front of the toilet before she started to throw up. She wasn’t sure how long her stomach retched, but by the time it finally calmed again, everything she’d eaten in the day or days before was now residing in the toilet bowl and her stomach was empty. Groaning, she flushed the toilet and then rinsed out her mouth and washed her face. Choosing to brush her teeth for good measure before she went back to bed, Y/N flipped off the bathroom light switch and made her way back to her bed, vowing never to have champagne and a milkshake in the same night, again. The sound of the thunderstorm and the rain pounding down outside made going back to sleep again easier than she thought it would be.

The next time that Y/N woke up, it was around 9:30 am and the storm still hadn’t cleared up. She was lying in bed contemplating whether or not she wanted to get breakfast at the same diner she’d gotten dinner before. Climbing out of bed and pulling back the drapes she’d closed last night after her puking spell, she saw that rain was still pouring down.

“Looks like the diner is the best option.” She observed. Turning back towards the bed, her heart sunk when she felt nausea wash over her again. She sprinted back into the bathroom and dropped to her knees in front of the toilet as her stomach started to heave again. Because she’d thrown up everything in her stomach the night before, she was basically just throwing up stomach acid. Her stomach calmed again, and she pushed herself back up into a standing position, wondering if she was coming down with a stomach bug, because this was the fourth time this week that she’d been sick.

After she rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth again and she was standing in front of the mirror observing her reflection, her brain unconsciously put all the little pieces together and then pushed the revelation to the front of her thoughts.

Oh my god, what if I’m pregnant!? The sickness, the lack of the period, some of my favorite scents making me feel sick… it all makes sense… and Sam and Dean didn’t exactly use condoms when they came three times each….

“Oh my god. Oh god, oh my god.” Y/N ran back out into the bedroom, yanking her pajamas off as she went. She yanked on the first pair of underwear and sports bra that she came across, jeans and a sweatshirt and her boots, grabbed her wallet and keys off the nightstand and then ran out into the rain to her car.

She headed down the road into town to a little drug store she remembered seeing on the way in. Once there, she hurried into the store and moved through the store until she found the section she was looking for. Grabbing two pregnancy tests she headed up to the cash register. She paid for the tests, ran back out to her car and then drove back to the motel, thanking god or the universe or whoever, that she had to pee when she got back to her room. Taking the little pink and white stick into the bathroom with her, she uncapped it and took the test. She capped it back up again, washing her hands while she waited for results.

Once the standard two minutes had passed Y/N took a deep breath, and looked down at the stick. In the little window on the test, there resided a plus. A plus. She almost dropped the test as she sank down into a sitting position on the closed toilet. She was pregnant.

“I’m pregnant. Oh my god. I’m pregnant. Her voice was little above a whisper as she took in this realization. “I’m pregnant with a Winchester baby. Oh my god.”

But maybe the test is wrong. It’s probably a false positive. The little voice in her head that wasn’t going to allow her to believe it until she took the second test, chimed in. Y/N knew she needed to take the second one just to be sure, so she walked back out of the bathroom to her mini fridge and downed the last four bottled waters she had in there. Then she laid back down in bed with her laptop and Netflix until she had to pee again.

It was about 45 minutes later when nature called again. Y/N took the second test into the bathroom with her, and took it again. The results developed again while she washed her hands and then picked up the test. The results weren’t fully developed but, she could see the faint blue plus. Taking a deep breath, she let it out and watched until the bright blue plus developed again.

“Well, that’s official. I’m fucking pregnant.” She dropped the test in the trash with the one from earlier and then moved out of the room to sit on the bed and contemplate her options for this kid.

It was around noon when she finally made up her mind about the baby that she was now carrying. She packed up her stuff and moved it out to the car, thanking her lucky stars that the rain had paused for a bit. After closing the trunk, she walked her room key back over to the main office.

While she was inside checking out, the sky clouded over again. Y/N just barely made it back to her car and closed the driver’s door when the rain started to pour down. She started the engine, turned on the heat, turned on the headlights, backed out of her spot and hit the road.

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It was 6:15pm when Y/N pulled Ruby to a stop in front of Bobby Singer’s front door. She killed the engine, got out of the car and made her way to the front door.

“Bobby! It’s Y/N!” She yelled as she pounded on the front door.

“I’m coming’! Just a minute! You don’t have to pound the freaking door down.” Y/N grinned as she heard Bobby grumping from behind the front door.

“Hey Bobby.” She greeted him with a smile as he pulled her into a hug.

“Y/N. It’s been too long since I last saw you. What brings you here?” Bobby asked, stepping back from the hug. He moved into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of amber liquid, offering her some, which she declined as she followed him into the kitchen.

“Bobby, I need your help with something.” Y/N told him. Bobby took a drink before his reply.

“Need me to go through some lore for you?” He asked. She shook her head.

“No, I don’t. In fact… I don’t think I’ll ever need you to do that for me again.” She told him. Bobby raised his eyebrows, concern crossing his face.

“Now what in Sam hill does that mean?” He growled, his concern even more obvious in his verbal response.

“Bobby, I’m done hunting. I can’t hunt anymore and I need you to help me disappear.” Y/N held her breath while she waited for his response.

“What are you running from?” Bobby asked. “Ya know, we figured out a way to kill the Leviathans, so we sure as hell can figure out a way to kill whatever it is you’re running from.” His response made her laugh.

“Oh no, god no, Bobby I’m not running from anything.” Technically I’m not running. I’m just going to disappear so that the Winchesters never find me again. That’s not running right?

She took a deep breath before she continued. “Bobby, I’m pregnant.” The air in the room became charged as Y/N watched a myriad of emotions cross Bobby’s face.

“You’re… pregnant?” Bobby quoted. Y/N nodded. “Pregnant?” Bobby repeated. Y/N again nodded, a small smile on her face.

“Well… then you have my congratulations. Who’s the father?” Bobby asked, his face relieved because Y/N wasn’t running from anything. Y/N however, was hoping that Bobby wouldn’t ask that question. She deliberately avoided eye contact as she tried to figure out how to respond to that.

“Y/N?” Bobby said her name as she avoided responding. “Don’t tell me that you don’t know who knocked you up.” Bobby’s voice held some disapproval. Y/N didn’t want to tell him who the possible fathers were, as Bobby was a father figure to both her and the Winchesters and she wasn’t sure how he’d react.

“No, Bobby, it’s not that I don’t know. I just…” She took a deep breath and held out her hands as a placating gesture. “You know what’s going on with Sam and Dean, I assume?” Bobby nodded.

“I know that they’re both messed up as hell and soulless, emotionless bastards right now.” Bobby growled as he drained the rest of the alcohol in his glass, obviously pissed at what had happened to his boys

“Well… One of those soulless, emotionless, bastards, is that father of my baby.” Y/N explained quietly. It took Bobby a minute, but he got what Y/N was saying a moment later.

“Oh you, with both… oh.” Bobby’s eyebrows rose as he figured out what she meant.

“Yes, I did, okay, and I’m not particularly proud of it, but, Bobby, I’m scared of them, of what might happen if they find out that they’ve possibly got a kid. I need you to help me get out of hunting. I’m packing away my weapons. I need to raise my baby in a normal town, with a normal mom, away from anything paranormal or supernatural.” She told him. She held up the bag that she’d brought inside with her.

“What’s this?” Bobby asked.

“It’s all my fake ID’s and badges and cellphones, oh and Ruby’s plates. I need new plates and I’m giving you these to get rid of.” Bobby set his glass in the sink as he took the bag. “Can you get rid of those for me?” Y/N asked. Bobby nodded. “Do you have new plates for Ruby?” Bobby nodded again.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” He moved around Y/N and disappeared downstairs. When he came back upstairs, he was holding two new license plates in his hands. “Here.” Bobby handed them to her.

“TWF-589, South Dakota.” Y/N read as she looked at the plates.

“They’re already registered to your car. I registered them for you about five years ago. I figured that something like this might happen, or you might want to get out of it and I wanted to make everything as easy as possible for you.” Bobby informed her.

“Really?” She asked, looking up at him. He nodded.

“Yeah, really. You’re now a civilian.” Bobby paused. “Hey, Y/N, you know where you’re going?” Bobby asked, his voice soft and filled with concern, his eyes holding a hint of sadness.

“Not sure yet. I’ve got some family that I might go visit, but I’m not sure yet. I’m going back to my original ID, and I’ve already bought a brand new, permanent cell phone and plan.” Y/N told him. “But I’ll find a place. And it’s going to be a little, quiet place where nothing ever happens.” There was a smile on her face.

“Good Luck kiddo.” Bobby pulled her into a hug to avoid letting her see the tears that were starting to pool in his eyes. This girl was like a daughter to him and her leaving the life, well, it almost meant like he was losing her.

“Thanks Bobby. Please… no matter what, do not tell Sam and Dean or anyone what I’ve done.” Y/N’s voice was serious in Bobby’s ear as she returned the hug. Bobby let her go and stepped back once he had his waterworks under control.

“Wild Horses couldn’t drag it out of me.” She laughed. “You be sure and bring the little one around sometime.” He told her gruffly. She laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I will. I’ll see you around Bobby. Thanks for everything.” She gave him another quick, affectionate hug and then she was on her way out the door.

“Good luck kiddo. You’re going to be a great mom.” Bobby sighed as he followed her out to the front door, watching as Ruby’s engine roared to life and then Y/N and Ruby were off. He continued to stand there in the doorway as Ruby disappeared from sight, the sound of her engine getting softer as Y/N got farther and farther away from his house and salvage lot.

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The next and last person that Y/N wanted to let know what she was doing was Sioux Falls Sherriff, Jody Mills. So, her next stopping place before she hit the road in search of a little town to call home, was the Police station. Jody was standing in the bullpen talking to a deputy when Y/N walked in. She waited until Jody was done with her conversation before she got Jody’s attention.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Jody pulled her into a hug.

“Hey Jody. It’s great to see you too.” Y/N smiled as Jody stepped back and looked her over.

“What brings you to Sioux Falls?” Jody asked.

“Well, I had to go visit Bobby and also, I need to talk to you, you got a minute?” Y/N asked. Jody nodded.

“Yeah, I’m actually on my way out for the evening. You should come by the house and have dinner with me, so I don’t have to eat by myself. The girls are off at a concert this weekend.” Jody told Y/N

“I would love that.” Her response made Jody smile.

“Good, you can follow me home.” Together, they walked out of the sheriff’s station. Y/N waited until Jody had her Sioux Falls Sheriff’s Department truck started up before she started her car. Jody backed out of her spot and started down Main Street. Having been parked at the curb, Y/N just put Ruby into drive and followed Jody home.

“I’m making meatloaf, mashed potatoes and corn for dinner tonight. The girls can eat the leftovers tomorrow when they get back.” Jody told Y/N as they walked into the house together.

“Oh god, that sounds good.” Y/N practically moaned as they entered the house. Jody laughed.

“So, how long has it been since you had a home cooked meal?” She asked as she hung up her jacket.

“Um… to be honest, I don’t think I’ve had a home cooked meal since I came and visited you a few months ago.” Y/N replied. Jody made a disgusted face as she hung up her gun belt.

“You’ve got to be getting sick of fast food and diner food!” She exclaimed. Y/N nodded.

“I’m so sick of it. But, after today, it won’t be an issue anymore.” Her reply had Jody turning around to give Y/N a questioning look.

“What does that mean?” Jody asked as she moved into the kitchen with Y/N following.

“Do you need any help?” Y/N asked as she took in the scent of meatloaf cooking. Jody shook her head as she pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge. She grabbed two wine glasses and poured herself some wine.

“Want some?” Jody asked. Y/N shook her head.

“No thanks. Do you have anything nonalcoholic?” She asked. Jody nodded and grabbed a soda out of the fridge and handed it to Y/N. Jody grabbed her wine glass and the bottle, and headed out to the dining room table as she sat down at Jody’s dining room table.

“So, what do you mean you won’t be eating fast food all the time after today?” Jody asked as she sat down at the table with Y/N.

“Here’s the thing. Jody, I’m done, I’m out. I quit hunting. I killed a nest of Vamps last night, and then called it quits this morning.” Y/N told her. Jody gave her a surprised look.

“You’re quitting? You quit? Why?” Jody’s voice was laced with confusion.

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N decided to make it sweet and simple. Jody’s jaw dropped.

“You’re pregnant!?” Her voice went up an octave. Y/N nodded, a smile on her face.

“Oh my god! When did you find out!?” Jody was excited.

“I actually just found out this morning.” Y/N popped open her can of Ginger ale and took a drink.

“Wow. Wow. That’s insane. Who’s the father?” Oh, there it was. The dreaded question. Y/N took a deep breath and Jody noticed. “Oh, that’s a touchy subject?” Jody asked. Y/N nodded.

“Do you not know who the father is?” Jody asked the same question that Bobby had.

“Yes, no, I mean, sort of. It’s complicated!” Y/N dropped her head into her hands.

“Care to elaborate farther?” Jody took a drink of her wine and then added more to the glass.

“It’s one of the Winchesters.” Y/N blurted. Jody almost dropped the wine bottle.

“What!? You’re pregnant with Sam or Dean’s baby!?” Jody exclaimed. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, afraid of what Jody might think.

“Yeah.” Jody’s response was not what she expected.

“Damn! What’d you do? Sleep with both of them!?” Jody crowed. Y/N nodded again.

“Yeah, I did actually. And sort of… at the same time.” The end of her sentence was soft. Jody’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline and her eyes got wide. She picked up her wine glass and drained it before refilling it and replying.

“Okay, so, let me get this straight. You had sex with Sam and Dean Winchester, at the same time, while both of them are in rather messed up states of being.” Jody said what Bobby hadn’t. Y/N sighed and nodded.

“Yeah I did. Even knowing how messed up they are right now. And now, I’m pregnant with one of the two’s kid and I’m scared to death of what might happen if they find out I’m pregnant or where I am. So, I’m disappearing and I’m out of the life. I’m officially a civilian. I’m going to find a nice little quiet town to start over in.” Y/N told her. Jody was about to reply when her phone rang.

“One sec.” She fished it out of her pocket. The caller ID said Bobby Singer. “Huh, I wonder what he wants.” Jody answered the call and put it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Jody! It’s Bobby.”

“Hey Bobby, what’s up?”

“Is Y/N with you?” Bobby’s voice had a frantic edge to it.

“Yeah she is, we were going to have dinner together. How’d you know she was here?” Jody asked.

“I figured that she’d go visit you after she left me and besides, when she left my place, she turned towards town instead of the highway.” Bobby explained.

“Well she’s here.”

“Hey Bobby, what’s going on?” Y/N chimed in.

“Y/N you’ve got to get out of here. Out of town. You need to hit the road, now!” His voice was more frantic than I’d heard it in a long time.

“Bobby what’s wrong?” Y/N was starting to get worried.

“Sam and Dean just pulled in, in the Impala. And they’re looking for you!” Bobby’s words made Y/N’s heart sink and her body went into flight mode.

“How’d they find me?” Y/N’s voice was soft.

“They tracked the GPS on one of your burner phones. You’ve got to get out of there now. Once they finish searching here and don’t find you, Jody’s will be the next place they look. I figured I can stall them for at least an hour.”

“I can stall them for another hour while they’re here.” Jody chimed in.

“You’ve got to get the hell out of dodge. Take Ruby and put the pedal to metal. You get on the interstate and you don’t let her get under triple digits until you get the hell out of South Dakota. You know that the Impala has a helluva engine and if you don’t use every bit of Ruby’s power, you’re screwed.” Y/N was on her feet in a second, grateful that she’d never taken her coat off.

“Jody, Bobby, thanks for everything.” Y/N pecked Jody on the cheek and then sprinted out the front door. She didn’t think she’d ever unlocked, started and hit the road as fast as she did. She made it to the main highway out of town in under five minutes and was on the interstate ten minutes later. Luck was in her favor. It was clouding over and there was almost no traffic on the interstate and not a cop in sight. Y/N put her foot to the floor and watched as the speedometer edged past 90 and up to 100. She ran between 90 and 100mph for the next two hours, not believing her luck as she didn’t see any cops, swerving in and out of. Only when she crossed the state line into Montana did she let her speedometer dip back down to 70 miles an hour. She stopped for gas, filled Ruby’s tank and then got back on the interstate. Right now, she was literally headed to nowhere. She didn’t know where she was going and all she had was open road ahead of her. But despite all of this, she was feeling positive about everything. She made it out of South Dakota without any issues. Sam and Dean couldn’t track her anymore and she was going to start a new life. A small life, a quiet life and it would be blissfully uneventful.

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7 Months Later

“Dude, I’m telling you that deputy was checking me out!” Dean crowed as he and Sam exited the police station in Laurel Washington.

“You’re nuts. You need to get your eyes checked.” Sam replied, laughing as they got into the Impala.

“I’m telling you. She’s going to give me her number.” Dean told him as he started the engine. Sam scoffed at the very idea.

“You’re so full of shit.” Sam shook his head, a smile still on his face as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Despite everything, the Brothers were feeling good again. Yeah, they’d been through a lot in the past few months. Bobby forcing Sam’s soul back to him, Crowley helping Bobby cure Dean, but now they were back to being their normal, human, friendly, hunter selves. They’d both recovered from everything it took to cure and heal them and now they were back hunting and living in the bunker. This was their fourth case since they started again and frankly, neither of them had any idea what they were hunting here.

“I think it’s a ghost.” Dean commented as they pulled out of the police station.

“I think we’re dealing with a Woman in white here.” Sam countered. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Well, it’s a damn good thing that we’re going to interview this chick who’s supposed to know all about the history of this town. You got the address?” Dean asked. Sam nodded.

“Yeah I already plugged it into my GPS. Apparently, she lives way out in the middle of nowhere. It’s like a 15 minute drive.”

“Wow. I already thought this town was nowhere. How much more nowhere can you get?” Dean pulled onto Main Street as Sam’s phone began spouting directions.

15 minutes later they were driving down a little gravel road that finally came to a stop in front of a little white house with a wraparound front porch and steps up to the house. A bright red Car was sitting in front of the house. Dean pulled Baby up next to the bright red car. He whistled as he got out of the impala and looked the red car over.

“Damn! 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. In mint condition.” Dean looked up at Sam from where he was bent down looking into the car. “If this is her car, I think I might be in love.” Dean frowned when he saw the look on Sam’s face.

“Alright dude, that’s your thinking look. What’s going on in that melon of yours?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know Dean. I just… this car just seems familiar. Like I’ve seen it before. I can’t place it though.” Sam’s face was scrunched up as he tried to place where he’d seen this car before.

“I don’t know man. I think I’d remember if I’d seen this car before.” Dean told him, still looking the car over.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m probably remembering a different car. Come on.” Sam stepped away from the red car and moved towards the steps to the porch. Dean reluctantly followed him, not wanting to look away from the car.

The front door was painted a pale blue and the top portion of it had a half circle of beautiful colored stained glass windows. Sam raised his fist and knocked on the door. He waited for a response as Dean joined him in front of the door. When they didn’t get a response after the first know, Sam raised his fist and knocked again.

“Jasmine Overton?” He called as he knocked.

“Coming!” He heard a female voice call from inside. The door opened and Sam and Dean were shocked at who they saw standing there.

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Y/N had just put together her latest craving when she heard the knock on the door. She swallowed down a bite of mac and cheese with pizza rolls and then took a drink of her milk to wash it down as there was another knock.

“Jasmine Overton?” A male voice called the Alias that Y/N had been using since she moved into town.

“Coming!” She called as she hurried to the door. She opened the door and was met by two suited men. She looked them over, starting at their feet and then moving up to their faces. When she got to the faces, shock ran through her like a livewire. Sam and Dean Winchester were standing on her doorstep.

“Oh Shit.” She squeaked as a wave of emotions hit her, fear and love and hate, and frustration all slammed into her as she slammed the door shut with the full intention of locking it and then getting the gun she had hidden under her kitchen island. But Dean got his foot in the door, not letting her close it.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled.

“You can’t come in! Go away! I don’t want you here!” Y/N put all her strength into closing the door but Dean was stronger and he shoved the door open making Y/N stumble backwards as he and Sam walked into her house. She hurried over to the kitchen island as fast as her big belly would let her and grabbed her gun, cocking it and pointing it at both of them.

“What do you want? Get out!” She told them, her voice cold.

Sam and Dean were still reeling from the sight in front of them. It was Y/N. They hadn’t seen her in, god, it’d been a long time, probably six months to be exact. Everyone in the hunting community thought that she’d disappeared. That something that went bump in the night got her on one of her solo hunts and no one would ever find her remains, but here she was, standing in the kitchen of this cute house, with a gun trained on both of them. And she was pregnant as hell.

“You tell me what the hell you’re doing here by the count of three or I’ll shoot you both.” She snarled. Sam snapped out of his shock. He held his hands up in surrender.

“Y/N I swear, we found you by accident. We’re working a case in town. We needed to find someone with information about the town’s morbid history, deaths and such. Deputy Johnson referred us to you, but we didn’t know it was you.” Sam explained it as simply as he could. “I swear, it was an accident.” Sam looked so apologetic, Y/N was instantly suspicious.

“You’re awfully nice for a soulless asshole.” She commented as she came around the island to stand in front of them, her gun still trained on both of them. Confusion crossed Sam’s face.

“Wait, what?” He asked.

“Sam I don’t think she knows.” Dean commented.

“I don’t know what?” Y/N snapped.

“Sammy’s got his soul back.” Dean told her, his hands raised in surrender too. “Bobby shoved it back into him a few months ago.”

“You’re not soulless anymore?” Y/N asked, her Y/E/C eyes trained on Sam. Sam shook his head.

“No, it’s me. It’s Sam. Normal Sam.” He told her. She still looked suspicious but she turned her attention to Dean.

“What about you? Are you still a black eyed bastard?” She asked. Dean’s eyebrows raised at the hate in her voice.

“No, Y/N I’m not. I swear. Bobby cured me.” Dean tried to look as non-threatening as possible. Y/N didn’t look like she believed either of them. She yanked two chairs away from her island and pulled them out away from the island.

“Sit.” She ordered. Not wanting to make her mad, but wanting her to believe them, Sam and Dean sat in the chairs. “Don’t move, either of you. If you move, I’ll shoot you, and I’ll shoot to kill.” Y/N moved back around to the island and they heard a drawer open and close and then she was moving around behind both of them. Sam grunted as she yanked his arms behind his back and zip tied his wrists together. She moved over to Dean and did the same to him.

“Is this really necessary Sweetheart?” Dean asked. Y/N’s gave him a nasty look.

“Yeah it’s really fucking necessary.” She moved back around to the other side of the island where she could observe them both, sitting across from the island in the chairs with their hands behind their backs. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number, her gun still in one hand.

“Who are you calling Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Bobby.” She snapped. She put the phone on speaker.

“Hello?” Bobby answered.

“Bobby, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N! It’s great to hear from you. How the hell are you?” Bobby sounded excited to be talking to her.

“Bobby, I’m not good. I’ve got an issue and I need you to confirm something for me.” She told him.

“What’s the issue?” Bobby asked.

“Well, currently, I’ve got two Winchesters bound to chairs in my kitchen. Both of them claiming that you fixed them.” She told him. She heard Bobby sigh.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Did you really fix them?” She asked, not wanting the sliver of hope that she had that it was true to be squashed.

“Yeah, I got really sick of them being little shits, so I teamed up with Crowley and Cas and we got them fixed. It’s them Y/N. Normal Sam and Dean. Nothing inhuman about them.” Bobby told her. Y/N sighed with relief.

“Oh thank god. Okay. Thanks Bobby.”

“Have you told them about….” Bobby started another sentence, not realizing he was on speaker.

“Okay thanks Bobby, Bye!” Y/N frantically ended the phone call before Bobby could spill the beans. She locked her phone and looked at the two handsome men sitting across from her as she set her gun down on the counter. She grabbed a pair of scissors from her “junk/random” drawer and then moved back behind the two men and cut the zip ties binding their wrists. Sam and Dean both got to their feet and turned their attention back to her, both men towering over her.

“So, um… Hi.” Y/N wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act around them now. But they seemed to have another thing on their minds. Both men’s eyes were trained on her absurdly round belly.

“You’re pregnant.” Dean commented. Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes.

“You’re very observant Dean.” She commented.

“How far along are you?” Sam asked. Y/N really hated that he’d asked that question. If she told him how far along she was, Sam, being Sam, was smart enough to connect all the dots.

“Um… is that really relevant?” She asked, her tone implying that it didn’t really matter. “You guys want anything to drink?” She asked moving over to the fridge.

“Y/N why aren’t you answering the question?” Dean asked as she stood in front of the fridge door. She sighed and turned back around.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, concern filling his voice. Dean’s face was worried. She groaned softly as all the feelings of love and adoration for these two men that she’d been suppressing since that fateful night eight months ago, came rushing back.

“I’m Eight months along.” She told them. She saw Sam start to do the math and his eyes widened as he got his answer.

“You’re eight months along?” He asked. She nodded to confirm. “Y/N did you… after we…?” Sam’s sentence wasn’t complete but she knew what he was asking. She shook her head. Sam’s eyes got wide as Dean stood next to him, clueless as ever, his green eyes darting back and forth between them.

“What is it!?” Dean asked sounding exasperated.

“Dean, that night that we all had. It was eight months ago. And neither of us exactly used protection.” Sam reminded him. Y/N saw all the dots connect as the answer clicked in his head.

“You’re pregnant with Sammy’s or my kid!?” Dean choked out. Y/N nodded.

“Yes, I’m not sure who’s the father, but it’s one of you.” She told them. “I didn’t have any DNA testing done, as I wasn’t planning on ever seeing either of you again.” She moved around the Island and towards the living room. She gestured to the couch. “Sit.” She gingerly started to sit down in an arm chair, surprised when both Sam and Dean moved to help her down. “Oh, thanks.” She genuinely sounded surprised. After she was settled comfortably in the chair, Sam and Dean both sat down on the couch.

“Why did you run?” Sam asked. Y/N sighed.

“I was running from both of you. You weren’t exactly the most stable, safe men to be around.” She told them.

“When did you run?” Dean asked.

“A month after our night.” She replied, trying not to think about that night and how horrible it made her feel.

“When did you find out you were pregnant?” Sam questioned. It seemed that they’d be alternating questions.

“A month after our night.” She replied with the same answer as before.

“So how soon after you found out you were pregnant did you run?” It was Dean’s question this time.

“The very same day.” She replied. “The day that you guys showed up at Bobby’s looking for me. I was at Jody’s, getting ready to have dinner with her when you guys showed up at Bobby’s. Bobby called me to warn me and I was got the hell out of Dodge. I was doing triple digits all the way across South Dakota. I stopped for gas once on my way across South Dakota. I didn’t let the speedometer dip below a hundred until I got into Montana. Then I stopped for gas again, and then booked it across the state. I found this little town on my way through Washington. I was headed for Alaska actually when I found Laurel. I did my research on it and it didn’t seem that anything bad ever happened, so I bought a house and stayed. And it seemed like the least likely place for you guys to ever have a case, but now, seven months later, here you are, in my living room.”

“We were looking for you and you ran?” Dean questioned Y/N again.

“Yes, because I was pretty sure I knew what you were after and how awful I felt after our last encounter I promised myself that I would never let either of you touch me again or make me feel that way again.” Her answer made both of Winchesters feel terrible.

“Y/N, I am so, so, so, sorry for what we did, for how we treated you. We were selfish, awful…” Sam seemed to be fishing for a word to describe how terrible they were. “Monsters.” He found his world. “We were selfish, awful, monsters. We didn’t give a second thought to how what we did might have made you feel. If you would… if you would let us do it again, we promise that the focus won’t be on us at all. It’ll be all you princess.”

“After last time… why would I?” Y/N asked, shocked at Sam’s offer.

“Because Y/N, we love you. Sammy and I have been in love with you since the day you flew into our lives, literally.” Dean chuckled as he thought of how Y/N had come into their lives. They were in the same town for a case, chasing the same vamp as Y/N actually and she’d had it cornered in an empty shop. The vamp didn’t like that it was cornered and it threw her through the front glass window. Sam and Dean had happened to be walking by just then and were shocked when this angry girl with a machete, wearing plaid had come flying through the window and knocked both of them over like bowling pins. She got all tangled up with them, swearing up a storm as she tried to untangle herself from the two men.

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“Get off of me.” She shoved Sam away from her and quickly got up. She sprinted into the shop but then came back out, her anger obvious on her face as she slammed her machete down on the sidewalk angrily and glared up at the two big men who were now on their feet.

“Thanks a lot assholes! It got away. Fuck!” She threw her hands up in the air angrily.

“Hey, you knocked us over.” Dean commented, looking down at this angry girl.

“That wasn’t exactly my fault. It was that… that….” She didn’t know exactly who they were so she didn’t know what word to use.

“Vampire?” Sam asked, finishing her sentence for her.

“Yes! That fucking vampire got away!” The girl bent over and picked up her machete.

“We could help you track it again.” Dean suggested. The girl gave him a stink eye.

“Oh fuck off.” She stomped off down the street leaving Sam and Dean to wonder exactly what had just happened and who seemingly extremely angry girl was.

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“We argued about it. Oh man we argued so much over who would get you. Until Sammy came up with the genius idea of, if you’d let us, we could share you. And that didn’t change when we became those different, cold people. We still loved you and wanted to share you, but didn’t have the guts to do anything about it until then. I’m so sorry that it was awful for you. Please, let us make it up to you.” Dean told her.

“Let us have a do over. Starting with the night that one of us got you pregnant.” Sam chimed in. Dean shot Sam a look, shocked at how bold he was being.

“You want to start there?” Y/N sounded wary.

“Yes, I swear, I promise that it’ll be all about you.” Sam was making a convincing argument, because well, they were the Winchesters and they were fucking gorgeous.

“We’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows, making Y/N roll her eyes.

“I think you’re full of horse shit. Neither of you are gonna want to have sex with me when I’m eight months pregnant.” She told them. Both men shook their heads.

“No, really, you’re still so beautiful to us. Even pregnant. I swear, we’ll be really gentle, really careful and we’ll make you feel so good.” Dean promised. Sam readily agreed with him. Knowing that she was going to lose this fight and vowing that if they fucked up and made her feel like shit like last time, that baby be damned, she was going to kill them both and bury their bodies behind the house.

“Fine. I’ll let you guys have a do over of that night. On one condition.” Sam and Dean leaned forward eagerly, waiting to hear what her condition was.

“Sure,” Sam said.

“Anything.” Dean promised. Y/N started to get out of the chair but Sam placed a hand on her knee, stopping her.

“Stay put, what do you need, I’ll get it for you.” He gave her a gentle smile that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

“The black folder. It’s on the desk in my office-slash-library at the back of the house.” She told him. Sam got up and moved towards the back of the house. He was gone for seconds before his long legs were carrying him back to the living room, the black folder in his hands. He handed it to Y/N before sitting down on the couch next to Dean.

“What’s the Condition sweetheart?” Dean asked. Y/N handed him the folder, pulling herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the arm chair, so she could get out of it easier.

“You go and finish the hunt you’re on. Then come back here and have your do over.” She pulled herself out of the chair and walked to the front door as both men stood up. “So there, take your information and go finish it. Now get out of my house.” Her words may have sounded serious, but her tone was playful. Bright smiles crossed both men’s faces as they moved towards the door and past her out onto the porch.

“I swear you won’t regret this Y/N.” Sam told her. She smiled at them.

“I know I won’t. Now, give me a kiss, both of you and go finish your hunt and then get back here.” She ordered.

“Yes Ma’am.” Dean was the first to comply. His hands slid into her (Y/H/L) Y/H/C hair as his pink plump lips met with hers. He groaned happily as he got to taste her. She tasted like the sweetest thing he’d ever had. God, Dean swore he could get drunk on her kiss. Especially when she moaned as he pushed her back so she was pinned against the front door. His tongue swiped over her bottom lip and he gave it a little nip before pulling away and stepping back. Sam took Dean’s place. His big hands framed Y/N’s face, his lips coming down to meet hers. She rose up on her toes to make it easier for him to kiss her. Sam’s kiss was sweet and gentle, but held a promise of something to come. He touched his tongue to her lips asking for entry into her mouth. Y/N’s lips parted and she moaned softly as her arms came up to wrap around his neck. Sam growled, and deepened the kiss, his hands sliding into her hair and tugging softly. She was gasping for breath when Sam pulled away, or more accurately, was pulled away.

“Okay mister eager. If you want that to go any farther, we need to get moving. Come on Sammy.”  Dean yanked Sam towards the stairs down to the driveway. Sam shot Dean a nasty look.

“We’ll be back. We promise.” Sam told her as she followed them to the top of the steps.

“I believe you. Be safe. Come back when you’re done.” Y/N watched as they walked down to where Baby was parked next to Ruby. She stood at the top of the steps, watching as they got in, backed out, and drove off down the driveway. She stood and watched until she couldn’t see the impala anymore, her heart hammering and her lips tingling from the kissing she’d just gotten.

Dear god she hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.

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Y/N got a little bit worried when it came to be noon the next day and she still hadn’t heard from the boys. It wasn’t like them to have difficulty with a hunt that was basically so simple.

It was past 5:30 that evening when there was a knock on her front door. Y/N hurried over to it, spun the lock and yanked the front door open. Dean and Sam filled the doorway, both bruised and bloody and looking like the hunt had been more difficult than they anticipated.

“Oh my god are you okay?” She asked, looking them both over. They both didn’t look like their injuries were very serious, and both had what she recognized as their travel bags, in their hands.  

“We’re okay now.” Sam told her.

“What happened?”

“Nothing that you need to worry about.”  Dean told her. “We got it taken care of and we just got some scrapes and bumps.”

“We’re fine, despite needing a couple showers.” Sam told her. “We’re here now.”

“There’s a shower upstairs in the bathroom off of my bedroom.” Y/N told them.

“Well then let’s go that direction. I’m grimy and I don’t like it.” Dean told her as she stepped back and let them into the house.

“Boots and jackets off by the door.” Y/N ordered.

“Yes Ma’am.” Sam gave her a smile as they toed off their boots and hung their jackets on the hooks by the door.  

“So, who’s showering first?” Y/N asked as they followed her through the house to where her bedroom was in the back corner of the house with a connecting door to the office. There had been a room between what was the office and what was now her bedroom, but Y/N had knocked the wall out and made the room more open and airy, enjoying the space. It also made it so that the back wall of her room was mostly windows. There was a master bath off the main bedroom that had a Jacuzzi tub and a big wide open shower with a showerhead that dispensed water straight down in the center of the shower, the head lining up with the drain. Dean set his bag down and took a peak into the bathroom. His eyes opened wide with awe as he took in the bathroom and the shower.

“Dibs!” Dean disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing behind him, leaving Sam and Y/N alone in her bedroom. Now that they were alone, she was starting to feel nervous. She was pretty sure that Sam could tell, as he took her hand with a reassuring smile on his face, and led her to the bed. They sat down on the edge of her king size bed, her heart hammering in her chest and butterflies dancing in her stomach as Sam brushed a stray piece of Y/N’s Y/H/C away from her face.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you.” Sam whispered, his face moving closer to Y/N’s, his green eyes exploring her face like he was seeing it for the first time again.

“Well you are.” Y/N quipped. Sam chuckled and brought his lips to meet hers again, his big hands coming up to frame her face as he deepened the kiss. She moaned, liquid heat rushing to pool between her thighs as he nipped her bottom lip, his lips moving down from her mouth to her neck, his hands sliding into her hair and tugging gently to get her to tilt her head back so he could have more access to her throat. He nipped at her pulse point and then gently sucked the skin into his mouth.

“How do you think Dean will respond if he comes back out from the shower and I’ve got you all marked up?” Sam murmured against her neck as he went from sucking on her pulse point to kissing along her throat again. The timbre of his voice only made the wetness between her legs worse.

“I’m not sure.” Y/N gasped, feeling her clit pulsing. “I’m not familiar with exactly how possessive or jealous Dean gets.” She heard and felt Sam laugh against her throat before he pulled away, a smile on his face.

“Well, you’ve seen how he is with the impala, so that might be something to base it off of.” Sam grinned. “But,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We did agree to share you, if we ever got the chance.”

“Well, I’m giving you the chance right now.” Y/N reached up and pushed back the hair that was threatening to fall in Sam’s face. He leaned into her touch and then pressed a kiss to her palm before pulling her close to him again and proceeding to kiss her until she couldn’t think straight. Her hands were in his hair and she marveled at how soft it was. She gave it an experimental tug, wanting to know how Sam would react to it. By the soft growling noise he made in his throat and how he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding through her hair, returning the tug, she figured that he liked it. Sam again turned his oral attention from her thoroughly kissed lips down to her neck again and he was proceeding to leave bright purple marks all over her throat when the bathroom door opened, drawing their attention to the rush of steam as Dean stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry, clad only in jeans that were zipped but weren’t buttoned, his feet and chest bare. Judging by how low the jeans were riding on his hips, she figured that he probably wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Jeeze Sam, you didn’t get her all marked up and not leave me any space to mark did you?” Dean teased as he observed the scene in front of him.

“I didn’t even get any of her clothes off Dean. There’s plenty of space for you to mark up.” Sam’s voice had a little bit of annoyance in it.  

“I borrowed a towel sweetheart. Hope you don’t mind.” Dean told Y/N. She shook her head, brain still a little scrambled and fuzzy from the make out session she’d been having with Sam.

“Hope you didn’t use all the hot water.” Sam commented as he stood up from where he’d been sitting on the bed next to Y/N.  

“I don’t run out of hot water. I made sure when I upgraded the water heater here after I bought it, that I would never run out of hot water. Too many years spent taking cold showers in motel rooms.” Y/N explained. Dean shot Sam a grin.

“See? There ya go. There’s still hot water left.” Dean stepped back into the bathroom, the towel he’d been using, still in his hand. When he stepped back out, the towel was gone, so Y/N assumed he’d hung it up in the bathroom. Sam moved towards the bathroom, Dean stepping to the side, allowing Sam to step by him. When the bathroom door closed, Dean’s bright green eyes trained on where Y/N was sitting on the bed. Dean moved towards the bed, sitting down in the place that Sam had just vacated. His green eyes roamed over Y/N’s face, just like Sam’s had, his hand coming up to brush over her throat, his fingers lingering on the marks that Sam left on her skin.

“I think I like you like this sweetheart, all marked up. It’s obvious that you got somebody you belong to.” Dean’s voice was low as his fingers continued their exploration of the marks on her throat.

“Do I?” Y/N asked, her voice breathy, her eyes trained on Dean’s handsome face.

“Do you what?” Dean asked as he leaned into kiss her.

“Have somebody I belong to.” Y/N’s voice was a whisper between the two of them.

“You’ve got two people you belong to Sweetheart. Me and Sammy.” Dean closed the distance between them, his plump lips coming into contact with Y/N’s. Dean’s hands slid into her hair, his fingers tangling through the strands and fisting in them. He gave a sharp tug on her hair and used her muffled squeak to allow his tongue to seek entrance to her mouth. Y/N moaned as Dean tugged on her hair. So, she had a hair pulling kink, so sue her. His tongue snuck into her mouth and she moaned as it made contact with her tongue. Dean deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands slid down out of her hair to wrap around her and pull her as close to him as her baby bump would allow. He fidgeted with the hem of the sweatshirt she was wearing as his lips left her mouth and trailed down her neck. Dean, ever the possessive person that he was, started working on leaving his own love marks mixed in with Sam’s on her neck. His warm hands slipped under her sweatshirt and splayed across her bump.

“You know, I see now why they say that pregnant women glow.” Dean murmured against her neck. Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands ventured upwards, and he hummed happily when he found that she’d forgone a bra that day. She let out something that was akin to a combination of a gasp and a moan when his thumb flicked over one of her nipples while he nipped at her neck.

“You do?” She gasped as he started to roll one of her already overly sensitive nipples. Downsides of being pregnant, Y/N’s nipples constantly felt the need to be hard and sensitive. Dean pulled his mouth away from her neck and gave her a minute to catch her breath as he looked over her flush, aroused form.

“Can I ask you to do something for me sweetheart?” Dean asked, a smirk on his face. Y/N nodded. Dean crawled up the bed until his head was laying on the pillows. “Lose the little shorts you’re wearing with that sweatshirt, and the sweatshirt and come sit on my face.” He grinned at how Y/N’s eyes widened.

“You want me to…” She trailed off. Dean’s grin only got bigger.

“We promised, all about you this time.” He reminded her. Getting oral from Dean Winchester sounded like a heavenly idea.

Whenever there’d been times that Y/N had come across other female hunters, whether it was in bars, at hunter gatherings, or just on hunts. There’d always been a few that talked about Dean Winchester and his Sexual prowess. One woman, Shelia LaCroix, had told Y/N that Dean had been between her legs for an hour and he’d managed to make her come using only his tongue, four times over the course of an hour. Being one of the unlucky females who hadn’t ever been blessed enough to have a male make her cum during sex, Y/N was eager to see if he lived up to his reputation.

Y/N stood up and stepped away from the bed, and pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing her swollen belly and enlarged breasts. When Dean finally saw her breasts bare, his eyes widened.

“Damn! I mean, you never were one with small breasts to begin with but damn now…” Dean trailed off. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“One of the many side effects of pregnancy.” She reminded him. Hooking her fingers into her shorts waistband, she shoved them down as far as her pregnant belly would let her before allowing gravity to do the rest and the shorts pooled at her feet. Y/N could feel Dean’s eyes on her as she moved back towards the bed. She climbed back on the bed near Dean’s head, looking down at him before she actually sat on his face.

“Are you really sure you want me to sit on your face?” She asked, feeling a little nervous because of her swollen belly. “I don’t want to crush you or something. I haven’t really had very much experience with pregnancy sex ya know.” Dean’s grin only got bigger, his hands coming up to get a hold of her.

“Your pussy, my face, Now.” His tone was insistent as he helped her swing a leg over his body and get herself situated so that her very wet pussy was right over Dean’s lips. She gasped as she felt his lips make contact with the sensitive skin down there. When he swiped his tongue over her wet folds, his fingers following the path his tongue made, his thumb pressing against her clit before it started moving in circles, Y/N yelped and grabbed onto the headboard for balance. She swore she could feel Dean smirk against her pussy before his thumb left her clit and then he was sliding a finger into her tight wetness.

“Oh my god, Dean!” Y/N moaned his name as his tongue made contact with her clit. He swirled his tongue in circles around her clit as he added another thick finger inside her. He slowly started to pump his fingers in and out of her, his tongue moving around her clit at the same speed as his fingers were moving.

“Dean, oh god, please.” Y/N felt a tingly feeling building in her abdomen. Dean’s fingers and tongue started to move faster, making her wetter than she thought she’d ever been before. Her moans, combined with Dean’s slightly muffled grunts and moans from between her legs along masked the sound of the bathroom door opening. This caused Y/N to yelp as a hard male body suddenly pressed against her back. Hair tickled along her throat as a kiss was placed on her shoulder, large hands coming up to cup around her swollen breasts.

“You started without me.” Sam’s voice was low and gravely as he trailed a line of kisses from her shoulder up her neck to her ear, where he nipped at her earlobe before kissing her neck again.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N’s voice was high and breathy. Having Sam’s large hands on her breasts, his thumbs brushing slowly over her overly sensitive nipples made the ever growing tingly feeling in her abdomen swell at a rate that she was only used to when masturbating. Her moans and gasps of Dean’s and now Sam’s and well, ya know, the big man above’s names revealed this.

“Oh my god, oh god, oh god, oh fuck… Dean, Jesus, shit, oh, oh,” She squealed as Sam pinched both of her nipples at the same time. “Sam! Oh fuck! Oh shit… Dean I think I’m gonna…” She tried to warn him as the feeling she was only ever familiar with when she was alone, was right on the edge of bursting and making her see stars.

“Come on princess.” Sam gave her shoulder a bite, his voice in her ear, his huge erection obvious against her back. “Come for us, fall apart for us.” Dean added a third finger to the fingers he had inside her and sped up his thrusts in and out of her, his tongue matching the speed. Sam’s hands were caressing her breasts, his fingers each taking their turn in tormenting her rock hard nipples, and it was the first time Y/N had ever felt so much stimulus in her breasts. It only a took a couple more seconds before the dam burst and she was coming, her muscles vibrating and spasming, gushing wetness all over Dean’s face, crying out Sam and Dean’s names and just making unintelligible sounds in general. Y/N was so sensitive it was almost painful as she started to come down from the high.

“Dean, oh god, oh god, please stop.” She begged him, not knowing if she was serious or not, as he continued to play his tongue over her clit and his fingers in and out of her.

“You don’t really want that do you? I remember you telling us one time, that you’d never had a man get you off during sex. Well he just did and he’s going to again.” Sam growled in her ear as Dean continued his assault between her legs. Her clit was so sensitive and swollen, it only took a few more tongue movements and thrusts of Dean’s fingers in and out of her before Y/N was coming a second time, this time with a loud keening cry that if she’d had neighbors, most certainly would have been heard.

“Oh god, no more. Please.” She begged, the feeling between her legs actually painful because of how sensitive she was. Sam seemed to realize this and he helped her off of Dean’s face and onto her back between the two Winchester men.

“Well?” Dean asked, a smirk on his glistening face as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at Y/N flushed panting form. She held up a finger, indicating that she needed a moment. The movement elicited a laugh from the younger Winchester.

“You know that we’re not even close to being done with you, right?” Sam told her as his fingers traced lazy circles over her stomach. Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, I get it.” She gasped out a response. “But you’re gonna have to grant the pregnant lady a nap before you team up to torture her again.” She told them.

Dean wiped Y/N’s juices off his face with his hands and then wiped it on his hand.

“You only get a break because you’re pregnant.” He teased. Y/N didn’t reply, having closed her eyes.

“You can get some sleep princess. Hell, Dean and I probably need some too. We’ll be right here when you wake up.” Sam managed somehow, how he did it, Y/N didn’t know, to get all three of them situated under the covers and she fell asleep, being spooned on both sides by two big warm bodies, her mind trying to imagine exactly what the three of them could do when she finally woke up again. It was a nice feeling, being safe and secure between the two Winchesters and knowing that finally, they cared about her just as much as she cared about them. Now that she’ had them back, the good thems back, she finally felt like the one thing she’d been missing, was no longer missing. She finally felt complete and oh man, it was a good feeling. 

[rockybalfeatherboa]

getting these mtl headcanons outta my system

This is a long ass post but these r some random metalocalypse hcs that I feel kinda strongly abt some r real silly ok here it goes 

Aka me projecting

Toki - Enjoys activities like roller skating, weight lifting and boxing (that’s why he’s yknow fucken ripped) - Also enjoys model cars but not nearly as much as his beloved fighter planes - Thick brows - Hair is very thick and smooth (and,,pretty) but he doesn’t put a lot of work into is making the other guys kinda jealous - Sometimes shaves his legs below the knee but that’s it - Does shit like host teen choice awards and guest star on children’s tv shows BUT THEN acts surprised when kids love him,,,tf bitch this is ur fault - Absolutely loves physical affection he fuckin loves hugs and kisses!!!! - Prefers making out and titty groping groupies (and maybe a blowjob) over having sex with them .. but will still do it if he feels like he’s up to it - Kisses with his eyes open (and overall just real fuckin weird ok) - Keeps the video from Juliette sarmangsadandle in his nightstand he treasures it - Mostly writes his own keyboard parts for songs - Band thinks he’s hilarious when he doesn’t try to be but when he tries to tell jokes they don’t work ,, but he’s really funny in Norwegian it’s just the jokes don’t really translate too well so he just,,keeps it to himself - Pickles taught him how to smoke and now they like to chill and smoke together it’s like “their thing” - But he’s really picky about it he only smokes indica - (This is me projecting) Learned the phrase “if u feelin froggy then jump” and never stopped using it

Skwisgaar - shaves e v e r y t h i n g bc of 1) the aesthetics and 2) loves the way it feels - long lovely legs - huge fucken feet - has a klokateer pluck and tweeze his eyebrows them shits be on fleek - cries in secret at least once a day it’s become routine - He kept in touch with his Swedish gf for a while but then fell off and went back to hoeing #hoe4lyfe - Secretly wishes he can go back to wearing all white but he has to maintain brand recognition bc of the band - Wears very slight sweet smelling cologne behind his ears and wherever else cologne goes - Either eats a fuckton or not very much during the day,, keeping his metabolism on her toes - Guitar playing for him is like ultimate stress relief and also he fidgets with it he loves that thing - Has a book of various songs or riffs that he’s written on the guitar that dethklok will never ever use - Wears highlighter - Has run into one of his grown ass children in the bank one time and had to get the fuck out of there immediately,,they didn’t realize it was him tho -  Puts his feet on nathan just to bother him - Great teeth / really conscientious about hygiene - Cold hands and oily skin type - He has a pretty good sense of rhythm but ,, he can’t dance he can’t dance for shit oh my god it’s a disaster to look at - “I look like I can’t cook… that’s accurate” - When he drinks wine he does that thing where he swirls it around like a bougie piece of shit - Lactose intolerant :/ - Talks with his hands a l o t it’s over dramatized and very fascinating to watch - Responds to compliments with “I know”

Murderface - closet gay*   *gay but he grew up in such a homophobic environment so he tries to ignore it and pretty much force himself to be straight, explaining his constant trouble with women (Bc the attraction isn’t genuine ) and his fragile masculinity (so he’s always a “fellas is it gay to-“ or a “no homo” type of guy ),, his self esteem issues don’t help this out at all - big fuckin crush on skwisgaar (and skwis loves the attention) - sleeps with a retainer - hair is so dry,,,,,,please give this man some conditioner oh my god - knows pretty much everything about the civil war and the American revolution literally ask him anything he’s like a textbook - Somebody come get this man a pedicure - He has a lot of fans and they adore him it’s just that he’s oblivious to it,,, ppl love murderface!! - He’s not as ugly as he thinks he is or that people make him out to be, it’s just that people may think that only Bc the rest of Dethklok is so pretty. He kinda just ends up looking the worst by four-way comparison. It’s just a different type of look he has there’s nothing really wrong with his appearance - Imma go head and say it,,,he uses “y’all” - He and toki have actually made some decent songs for planet piss but it’s usually when they’re jamming out so they pretty much never get recorded 🤷🏽‍♀️ or remembered - He can move his dick voluntarily I mean I already knew that people with dicks can do this but murderface has like a whole new level of control with his - Got banned from Fintrolls bc he pissed in the olives but he just keeps coming back bc what are they gonna do? nothing - He takes his weapon/torture device collection very seriously like when u walk into his room u better not touch a damn thing or so help me -

Pickles - has nose piercings but doesn’t wear em - Small ear gauges - Strong toned legs especially shins and calves - Has not had a swig of h20 in 6 years but somehow has nice skin (a mystery) - Loathes Seth but absolutely a d o r e s  the baby!!! He loves that damn baby and always appreciates when Seth or amber send pics or FaceTime call !! Fuckin uncle pickles!! - Helps toki compose his keyboard parts for songs (Bc he too can play the piano) - Kinda flexible but not as he used to be,,he used to be able to do a full split - Likes to bug Charles a lot bc they’re the closest in age , sometimes they hang they’re good buds - Watches shitty reality tv (bad girls club, LHHATL (it has to Atlanta), etc) as a guilty pleasure - Kind of an asshole but in a way that leaves u wanting more - Played basketball freshman year of highschool,, he was ass at it lmao - Idk how much this has to do with being a headcanon but if pickles was a vine he’d be “I said whoever threw that paper, ya moms a hoe” he just carries that energy - Smells like a light combination of weed and cologne it’s really nice - Will tell one of his band mates to go blow their nose if they’re sniffling too much

Nathan - doesn’t like it when people touch his hair without asking but HOWEVER if u ask before u do he’d probably say yes ,, just gotta warn him first damn - Hates hates h a t e s feet it’s like a weird squirmy phobia. He’s ok with his own feet and just *seeing* other peoples feet but let someone’s bare foot touch him and he’d probably black out tbh - Really socially awkward outside of his stage presence but I think we all knew this - Nathan’s really sweet he just ,, u gotta know him - Really emotional when he’s drunk - Secretly cussing out everyone in his head - He doesn’t completely dislike physical affection but he’s not crazy about it either - Also kisses with his eyes open (but unlike toki he’s trying to work on it) - Dad bod but we all knew this too - Slightly introverted ..he likes to party and shit but can only take that much social interaction for so long then it’s time for him to go home - Eyes are so striking and pretty oh my god it’s like they’re shining it’s all his gfs favorite thing about him - ,,,,,,,thicc - He’s one of those people that rip off their hangnails instead of cutting them 😖 - He can throw down on the grill goddamn why isn’t he in charge of snacks? - Knows how to suture a wound with some level of proficiency - He loves his parents he just hates how they embarrass the fuck out of him god leave me alone mom and dad! - This is ironic to the last thing but remember that video where it was like “son let me hear some of your music” “I don’t think you’d like it” “c’mon let me listen” and the song is just “I hate my dad I hate my dad I hate my dad” the whole time yea that was Nathan in high school - Strong arms (b,,beautiful) - As a kid he used to poke at roadkill for uhh entertainment - Used to be self conscious about his reading glasses but doesn’t gaf anymore - Severe case of resting bitch face he’ll literally be chillin but his face will be mean muggin but that’s just the way he looks - Tried PCP and ended up having to be chained to his bed betcha he’ll never smoke that shit again - likes crime investigation shows and serial killer documentaries - Will n e v e r  refuse a fresh hot salted pretzel

[empressaquarius]

IPRTX

I - The last time I felt jealous and why

I can honestly say I don't get jealous much. Definitely not over people and if want something somebody got, then I'll go get it.

P - What kind of music I like

I like all different kinds of music. Rap/Hip-Hop, R&B (new and old school), metal, instrumental, classical/opera.

R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities

Who picked this hard ass question 😒😘

1. Where are the aliens and why haven't they come to get me yet?

2. Who is the Zodiac killer?

3. Why are we having to explain hand washing in 2020?

4. Where is my sugar daddy?

5. Learning how to speak a bunch of languages

6. Why can't I have the same amount of real money as I do in Stardew Valley?

7. What's the best set up for having 7 dogs and a cat?

If I think of more, I'll let you know

T - Five things I love u conditionally

1. Myself

2. My pupper

3. My family

4. Food

5. Naps

X - If I've done something I regret very much

#noregerts

[myopenroad-blog1]

Babybear’s survey

(I’m deleting the weird things before the questions) what is the most comforting thing at night time for you? a bunch of pillows if I have no one to cuddle.

what creature visits your dreams most often? people?

what sounds are your favorite? I don’t know that I have any. Maybe a kitten purring? Sounds are your thing.

when do you normally awaken? naturally? repeatedly through the night.

think of somewhere otherworldly u wish to be within, what is it like there? Did you ever see “What Dreams May Come?” That’s what I think of. A combination of those worlds. But I have to say, I never really think about things like that. I had a hard time coming up with this answer.

what do you find most charming in others? Being genuine

your favorite sweets ? Pretty much all of the sugar. Ice cream. Cookies. Chocolate. Yum.

your most precious plush toy? I don’t have one. I’m not a very good little. 

your favorite herbs? Rosemary. Or scallions. Do scallions count? 

books you remember from your childhood? Roald Dahl books. 

what do u expect to be like in your elder years? (first off, you’re adorable) I don’t ever think about myself in my elder years. It  might be that I don’t expect to live that long. It might be that I don’t have any real good elder role models. I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to stick with me long enough to find out.

in what type of environment do you feel most safe? In the arms of my Daddy, I’d imagine. 

what kind of item would you most likely buy from an antique store? I’ve bought cameras. I have an old camera collection. It’s mostly polaroids through the years.

how do you show others you are fond of them? Physical contact. Doing things for them. (I thought I was the sub :p) Baking.

if your life were a tale, how do u expect it would end?? I don’t. It’s a to be continued...

Have you ever been considered popular? In high school, yeah. Amongst the freaks and weirdos. I was a theater geek headbanger, in honors classes. I had friends in most groups. I’m a pretty likeable gal.

Besides earth, what planet would you come from? Venus. Love and beauty. Duh.

Your signature perfume?   Lovely by SJP

What pets do you have/want to have?  GOATS. But also, a dog would be nice. Or a cat. Something fuzzy to love in general would be appreciated. 

Describe your room with just 5 words.  Big. Needs more windows. Mis-matched.

Favourite type of chocolate? Dark and salty.

What do you like most about Winter? SNOW! Particularly the way it looks when it’s heavy on the trees. Also, the way the rivers turn into ice and huge chunks go floating.

What do you like most about Summer? Flowers and the beach.

What types of things would you plant in a garden? All of the veggies and all of the flowers. 

 Favourite attraction at a carnival? Teacups!!! Ferris Wheel! The petting zoos. Food is pretty good, too.

What toys did you play with as a child? Barbies. Lite Bright! (that was my favorite. When we moved, my dad left it in the shed and I was so upset) 

Describe the darker side to your personality. (I want to talk more about your answer to this) I don’t know. Sometimes I guess I think I have no compassion. Sometimes I want to punch things. Those obviously aren’t that dark. You know my comfort lies in the sad and upset things. Death doesn’t scare me (except the concept of losing people I love. But death itself doesn’t). I like really gory movies. I like really twisted stories. I feel like I’m trying to get you to let me into your Hot Topic fan club.

What types of music do you listen to? Pretty much everything. Mostly alternative.

Favourite type of tea? Oolong

What, without fail, makes you cry? (you don’t always need to be the strong one with me) But everything. I cry over everything. All the time. Tears. I’m a mess.

What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? When it gives me real feels. Especially laughter or hope. Or scares me really good. 

What is your ideal romantic experience?  I don’t even know how to stand up to yours. Probably exploring somewhere. It could be somewhere new, or just taking our time to really take in everything around us. Walking around, hand in hand. Stealing kisses. Lots of amazing sex. Spending hours just wrapped up in each other. I don’t think I have an ideal, I’m not romantic by nature. Just good times spent with someone I love is enough.

 If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play? (your answer is incredible and part of why I love you). Honestly, I’d probably be in charge of props. I like to find the little things that make a picture complete.And I like to be in charge.  

If you had your own shop, what things would you sell? Books!!!

 Favourite way to decorate a cake? With fun icing swirls and sprinkles

What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year? Last year…Ollie got me a necklace that says “I love you to the moon and back”

What is your favourite type of weather? A cloudless sky and a light breeze on a warm day. (samesies. Actually I really like clouds on a crisp fall day, too)

What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it? Aquarius. “ Aquarius personality is independent, mysterious, free-spirited and eccentric. ... However, inconsistency is a constant problem for women born under the Aquarius zodiac sign. The Aquarius woman longs for romance and good conversation, although she may seem like a cold and aloof person. “ I think it about half-fits.

Favourite type of bird? magpie

What do you daydream about the most?   coincidence! I daydream about my Daddy.

Name a game you are really good at. Rummy! I love playing games though: card games, board games, dance games. 

Are you a religious person? Not particularly anymore.

What kinds of snacks do you munch on? Depends on my mood. Chips and salsa or cookies.

 What emotionally exhausts you? Ha. Everything? Being empathetic, mostly. I feel like I take on too much of other people sometimes. 

What accessories would come with a doll version of you? Sunglasses. A camera.

Favourite thing to do when it’s night time? Cuddle!

Favourite type of candy? hmm. Most. Really. 

What cosmetics do you use? It depends. Almost always mascara and lipstick. Moisturizer. If I’m feeling fancy I’ll fix my face and use eyeshadow, too.

Favourite drink/beverage?  Water. Coffee. The rest depends on my mood..

 Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to. i’m not really that kind of girl. when I lived in Allston we had a killer  Halloween party. That was probably it. And to be honest, I don’t remember much about it except that I kissed a boy who was nick named “brett michaels”. I had a huuuuge crush on him and he wanted to have sex and I wouldn’t because I had a boyfriend (who left the party even though I looked so hot). And my friend gave a blow job to a guy who claimed his grandpa founded PBR. She did it on my bed. We watched from the kitchen. It was awkward. 

What countries would you like to visit? Mongolia. Greece. Germany.

Favourite fruit? Hmm. Strawberries? Apples! 

Have you ever seen a shooting star? No

How do you like to bathe/shower? (YOU MANSCAPE?! We need to revisit this, too). I like the water so hot my skin is going to burn off. I wash my hair. Leave the conditioner in while I wash my face and body. I shave. Conditioner comes out. Usually I fold over on myself and let the water hit my back. Condition my body. And I’m out. 

Name 3 of your favourite jewellery pieces. I have a rose gold hammered plate with a O. And two family rings. One I used to wear all the time, the other I’ve never worn. 

 What is your wildest fantasy? Ha. Love.

 Favourite forest animal? Foxes? 

What do you normally eat for breakfast? Cottage cheese or yogurt with fruit. Unless it’s the weekend. Then it’s eggs and meat and carbs and everything delicious.

The most childish part of your personality? I have to admit that I’ve been feeling particularly little since you’ve claimed me. Maybe my sense of humor sometimes, though?

What piece would you be on a chess board? A pawn lol

Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie? Macarons. Cliche AF. Or almond horns.

How is your love life right now? Complicated.    

What types of things do you like to read about? Anything. I love reading.

Favourite type of fantasy creature? Mermaids

 Name a very rare item that you would love to own. I wouldn’t mind a few first-editions. (same)

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(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?  Closed

(2) Do You Have Freckles? No, but I have moles

(3) Can You Whistle?  Somewhat.  I can’t whistle songs or anything.

(4) Last Song You Listened To.  Currently listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket, Walk on the Ocean

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?  Purple

(6) Relationship Status.  Single

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?  86 degrees Farenheit

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?  I usually do.  I’m not a morning person.

(9) How Many Followers?  110

(10) Zodiac Sign.  Pisces

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?  Green

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?  No

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?  Not usually

(14) What Books Are You Reading?  A lot of nonfiction about fighting depression and developing mindfulness and meditation

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

(16) Favourite Anime?  Black Butler ( Kuroshitsuji)

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? My therapist

(18) Do You Collect Anything?  Books

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?  Orange Chicken and it was honestly about the worst Chinese I’ve ever had.  It was cheap, but still not worth it!  :(

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?  LOL, yeah sometimes

(21) Favourite Animal?  Dogs (wild or domesticated)

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?  No

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?  11 pm

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?  No, I rarely wear makeup

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?  Pool, I don’t like critters brushing up against me, especially if I can’t see them, but I’ve never been to the ocean so maybe you can see critters in the ocean?

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?  Oh, this is difficult.  I think maybe Sixpencee

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?  I prefer bottled but can’t afford it

(28) What Makes You Happy?  Music

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? Without

(31) Dogs Or Cats?  Definitely dogs even though I only had cats until my 10th birthday

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?  Deep purple

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.  Playstation

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?  Maybe ocean?  I have swam in lakes and they’re usually murky.  I’ve never been to the ocean so I don’t know what that would be like.

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? Maybe?

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?  Teal blue

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? Yes

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? Oh, I definitely spend it.  I have $0 in savings

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?  No

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?  Cullen Rutherford from Dragon Age

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? Yes

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?  Not particularly, but I hate, hate, hate conflict so I usually go along with others and don’t disagree with them

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? I rarely remember my dreams but sometimes they’re really odd

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?  Yes

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. Missisippi Burning

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?  Sunflower seeds

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?  HIM (Ville Valo)

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?  I can be

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Yes

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?  Not until I start thinking about how many fires are started by lightning then I get anxious and paranoid

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?  I used to like reading more than I do now, but with my depression I have trouble concentrating for more than a few pages at a time so I prefer short stories.  I enjoy expressing myself in writing but I don’t write fiction or anything.

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?  Hell yes!

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?  Um, carve pumpkins even though I’m not good at it because then I can roast the pumpkin seeds afterwards

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?  F U Betta by Neon Hitch

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)  Fall/Autumn

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?  Frosted Sugar Cookies

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

(58) What Is Your Gender?  Female

(59) Coffee Or Tea?  Usually tea, I like coffee but it tends to upset my stomach

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?  I’m out of school

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?  Heterosexual

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?  No

(63) Favourite Pokemon?  Vulpix

(64) Favourite Social Media?  Tumblr

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?  I don’t  use Instagram so I don’t have an opinion on them

(66) Do You Get Homesick?  Yes, if I’m away from home for like a week

(67) Are You A Virgin?  No

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?  The Body Shop’s Ginger Shampoo and Banana Conditioner

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?  I’d rent a crappy motel room.  I don’t think I could fall asleep in my car and I think that’s illegal and I have bad luck so some cop would come harass me and wake me up with my luck after falling asleep anyway

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?  Both my mother and father have now passed away

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?  I want to see Thor Ragnarok

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?  It’s literally been years since I’ve dated but all my exes were assholes who cheated on me so no.  I don’t miss any of them.

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?  I don’t have one at the moment.

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?  Green or Brown

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?  Yes

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?  Orange Chicken

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?  I don’t have any games on my phone, just book apps and other stuff.  My phone is crappy and doesn’t have room for any games unfortunately

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?  I don’t know if I would since it’s been so long since I’ve taken a CPR class and if something happened, the homeless person could sue you.  I remember a case where someone tried to save someone else’s life and they did but the person was brain damaged or something so the family sued?  I don’t know.  You could be saving a saint or an asshole.  I’d get the asshole.

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?  Nope.  I had my internet shut off and I’ve been having to come to the library and they won’t let you stay on the computer that long.

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? Um, sorta.  Does it count if it’s a celebrity?  For a while I kind of stalked Chai Deveraux from Jesus on Extasy

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? Not usually.  I’m an introvert with avoidant personality disorder (AVPD) or at least traits of AVPD.

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.  I don’t wear jewelry either. 

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?  I sleep downstairs in my living room on my futon because I don’t have good climate control for my upstairs bedroom.  No air conditioning up there and in the winter, it gets so cold the walls have frost on them (on the inside of the house).

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?  Went to eat Chinese, went to the local coffee shop for tea, came to library to use internet

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?  Just a shirt and my undies

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.  I don’t use beauty products cause I’m weird.  Not trying to attract anyone and with terrible depression, brushing my teeth and bathing is a struggle.  Anything more is impossible.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?  Night person for sure.

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.  Oh no, I have too many at home.  Counting the ones for systems I no longer have, I think I have probably a couple hundred.  I’m not listing them all.  My favorites are rpgs, so Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Witcher, Final Fantasy, Skyrim, Darksiders, and many, many more.

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.  I have had this dream a few times where some sort of monster or killer (it’s been a long time since I’ve remembered having this dream) keeps coming after me and killing everyone and everywhere I go, it follows.  It’s terrifying because I can’t escape it at home or at school (I was younger when I had this dream but I had it again years later so I may still be having it still but don’t remember?)

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?  Sprite

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?  Violin and flute

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?  I guess jeans because I never wear sweats, but I wear “business casual” pants most of the time since they comprise most of my wardrobe

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?  Probably like shit.  I’m just wearing a teal shirt with black pants and brown sandals, but no makeup or jewelry

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.  Music

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?  I want to get a bat tattoo and maybe a tattoo of the sword of mercy from Dragon Age for Cullen since he was a templar?  Oh, and I want to get a picture of my favorite dog ever, Chai, tattooed on me.  She was perfect and she passed away in late April and I miss her so, so much!  She was an adorable rat terrier/miniature pinscher girl and she was black and rust with her full tail and these pretty floppy ears that were SO soft!

(96) Favourite YouTuber?  I think Facts?  It’s a bunch of Irish people who try different ethnic foods and watch TV and stuff and it’s funny to see their takes on American foods, tv, and culture.  Of course I like to see how other people live and how that’s different from how I live as an American and I like to see what people from other parts of the world think about stuff we have in America and I like to see what they have but then wish I could try some of it over here.