#anyway what yall thoughts on apple pie

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Okay so maybe trying to draw a bunch of comics at once wasnt a great idea motivation and energy-wise,

[tsukifanbase]

Obey Me! Brothers Visit MC During Autumn: Lucifer, Mammon, and Belphie

Authors Note: i'm thinking I might make this a series, like at the beginning of every season just something similar to this 👀 sorry I haven't written much lately! school's taking up pretty much all my time nowadays-- anywhosie, enjoy! [ also s p o i l e r s] (oh btw this is gonna take place after mc leaves devildom for the summer, before they come back to devildom) lmk if yall want pt 2 with the other characters

Warnings: fluff, bruh absolute just fluff everywhere like so much, mb a lil bit of angst but that's what all my writing is like so hehe

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Lucifer

- i feel like lucifer would’ve visited you in the human realm before

- like probably sometime over the summer, but he hadn’t seen you in a while and he was starting to miss his favorite human :(

- not like he’d ever admit to that

- i don’t think luci would really be the type to wait until you summoned him for something, if he wants to make sure you’re okay, he’s gonna come see you lmao

- anyways

- lucifer had been staring out the window for quite a while- he had been doing paperwork, but somehow even when you were in a different realm, you managed to disrupt him

- he chuckled to himself at that thought, then sighed

- you had been rather difficult to focus around, always getting yourself into trouble

- luci couldn’t catch a break when you went to RAD

- he missed you

- a lot

- lucifer glanced back at his desk, where he had been working just moments before

- his eyes landed on an unsigned piece of paper that had your name on it

- you could come back home if he got you to sign it

- in truth, lucifer hadn’t really thought about finding a way to get you back to devildom. he certainly missed you, but the idea that he could actually arrange your return just hadn’t hit him yet

- until three days prior, when the sheet with your name on it appeared on his desk

- lucifer had a sneaking suspicion who put it there

- it was diavolo let’s be real

- the real mystery was why lucifer hadn’t gone to bring you the permission slip already

- he had waited- it had been three days, and he couldn’t make up his mind if he wanted to go give it to you

- lucifer didn’t want to put you in the position of having to choose between your life in the human realm or your life in devildom

- but he missed you

- and so, luci checked his watch to make sure it wasn’t three in the morning, then grabbed the permission slip before making his way outside 

- it would be okay to be selfish, just this once, right?

- lucifer arrived at your home at four in the afternoon, you weren’t there

- so he found a way to open the door, bruv you hid the key under the doormat he didn’t really have a hard time lmao 

- you walked into your bedroom at nearly quarter past four and immediately flopped onto your bed

- you didn’t even notice that lucifer was watching from your desk in the corner of your room

- he walked over to you and stared at you

- bro he literally didn’t say anything, he just waited ahaha thats not creepy

- lucifer crossed his arms over his chest and you finally looked up 

- your eyes locked and you quietly asked, “luci?”

- lucifer narrowed his gaze at you and answered you with an, “mhm?”

- and then you freaked out, because honestly you half thought you were hallucinating or something, you jumped up to give lucifer a hug

- don’t get me wrong here, i have the intense feeling that lucifer doesn’t like hugs, but i also have the intense feeling that you and the occasional brother are the exception to that rule

- so

- when you clasped your arms around him, luci barely hesitated in returning the gesture

- he pulled you close, like he never wanted to let go again

- you eventually pulled back to ask why he had come to visit you

- it wasn’t like he didn’t visit often, just usually he had a reason to, even if it was just because he wanted to check up on you

- oh and all that nerve luci had about being selfish for once in his lifetime, yeah that was gone XD

- so your question kinda caught him off guard, like it just seemed like he forgot because for a hot sec he was just staring at you like, ‘uh huh im sorry what was that?’

- when he didn’t answer, you took the lead

- “do you wanna go to the fall festival with me?”, you asked, a bright grin spreading across your face

- and obviously luci knew what a fall festival was, he just didn’t really see your request coming

- but i mean he nodded so lmao

- pretty soon y’all were walking down the street, stopping at random carts at the festival to look at autumn themed stuff

- luci didn’t have human money, so every time he showed a vague interest in something and you offered to buy it for him, he would start squabbling about not wanting you to spend your money and blah blah

- you’d wait until he started walking away from the cart and then buy it for him anyways ;)

- somehow along the way, lucifer suggested you guys hold hands to stay together in the crowd uh huh yeah right lmao

- it was nearing the end of the festival when you remembered there was a park down the street, so you turned to luci and asked, “mind if i show you something?”

- he agreed and you guys started walking down the street, and lemme say the park kinda blew lucifer’s mind

- he was aware that leaves on trees changed colors depending on the season, but he wasn’t expecting how beautiful they were 

- yellows, and oranges, some red, here and there

- and then he turned to look at you

- right at home, where you belonged

- wearing a shirt luci was pretty sure you stole from him, sipping warm apple cider

- the most beautiful thing in that entire park was you, he was sure of it

- lucifer felt the permission slip crinkle in his pocket, and he made up his mind about showing it to you

- he wasn’t going to

- “lucifer, are you okay?”, you sounded concerned, and you brought the hand that had been holding his own to brush a piece of his hair out of his face

- lucifer smiled at you, really smiled, and then replied, “yes, my dear, i’m quite all right”

Mammon

- ok so u guys remember when about two minutes ago i said lucifer wasn’t the type to wait until you summoned him

-well let’s give mammon some credit where it’s due

- he triedd to wait until you summoned him

- bb is many things but he is not patient XD

- ok lets get into it

- mammon was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling

- he wasn’t really thinking about anything?? but he had been sitting there for like an hour lmao

- asmo and satan were standing in the doorway like, ‘is he okay? does he need a doctor?’

- since usually when people think of mammon they do not think, ah yes his normal activity of... doing nothing?

- then out of nowhere, mammon sat up and his brothers quickly fled the scene to avoid being caught lmao

- mammon got a big grin on his face, and he strut out of his room to go bother you

- he had gotten into the habit of going to find you whenever he was bored or lonely

- he arrived at your bedroom, and just before his fist hit the door to knock, he realized that you weren’t in there

- that you weren’t even in devildom

- mammon barely hesitated before spinning on his heel and heading to lucifer’s office

- he wasn’t even really conscious of what he was doing, but mammon knew why he was about to go ask to visit you

- he needed you, more than he ever truly realized

- when you arrived at your apartment that afternoon, you were greeted by your landlord in the lobby, he informed you that there was a strange man sitting outside of your apartment, who was insisting that he needed to see you

- you practically dropped the grocery bag you were holding, nodded to your landlord, thanked him, and then began sprinting towards your apartment

- mammon was sitting in front of your door, staring down at his hands, he didn’t even notice that you had walked up to him

- you immediately noticed something was off with him, so you dropped to your knees to bring him into a hug, “what’s wrong?”

- he smiled to himself as he wrapped his arms around you, “nuthin'”, now that you were with him

- after you both relished in being reunited, you hopped up and grinned at him, “you’ve got perfect timing!”

- you went to unlock your apartment door, and pointed at the grocery bag that you had abandoned on the floor- it was full of apples

- mammon stood and picked up the bag for you, “apples?”, he questioned, he wasn’t really familiar with human cuisine but it seemed a little bit strange to just buy a massive bag of apples

- “i’m gonna make desert!”, you opened the door and walked into your apartment, then closed the door behind mammon, “and you’re gonna help me”

- the smile you gave him made his heart melt

- he had missed you so much

- “pfffff, why would i do that?”, mammon’s cheeks were flushed red, he crossed his arms and looked away from you, trying to hide his embarrassment 

- you were grabbing something out of your cabinet, it looked like sugar, “because”, you smiled at him 

- “what kind of reason is that-”

- he helped you make the apple pie lmao

- mammon lifted a bite of the pie up to his face to look at it, “what even is this?” 

- he wasn’t asking in a mean way, he just genuinely didn’t know what he was looking at lol

- “just try it! i promise you’ll like it!”, you told him from the kitchen, you were putting away ingredients

- mammon huffed, and you gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse

- “if you try it, i’ll give you a present”, he immediately tried the dessert

- greedy boi

- mammon thought it was delicious, but he wasn’t about to tell you that, “i guess it’s alright, now you’re gonna gimme something?” 

- you nodded and walked over to where he was sitting, “hey, what’re ya doin’?”, you gave him a peck on the cheek

- mammon fell silent for a second, and then his face burst into flames as he watched you grin and return to putting things away

- and honestly that was the best gift you could’ve given him

Belphie

- ok so im sorry but belphie is definitely the type of demon to wait for you to summon him

- i don’t make the rules XD

- he is tired boy, and while he may love and care about you a lot, going to the human realm takes a lotttttttt of energy lmao

- like he has to walk allllllll the way to lucifer’s office and ugh just like no too much work

- so anyways lmao

- you hadn’t really planned on summoning bel at all

- you were lying in bed, a lazy morning like so many you had shared together

- this one was more beautiful than any you had ever experienced before

- the leaves were changing colors just outside your window, the sunlight of a late morning breaching your bedroom through the leaves, and hitting your face

- the weather had gotten colder recently, so you had added more blankets to your bed to accommodate

- or maybe you were trying to make up for the loss of your cuddle buddy

- either way, you were wrapped securely in blankets

- and everything seemed perfect

- except you were missing the best part of sleeping in, of staying in bed until the early afternoon

- you were missing your best friend

- so you decided to change that

- you barely had to think about how to summon him, one second, he wasn’t there, and the next, belphie was lying on top of you

- he was sleeping, as usual

- bel clutched you tight in his sleep, mumbling something about missing you under his breath

- he was dreaming about you

- because as little energy he had to go visit, that didn’t mean that belphie didn’t miss you

- in fact, nearly every day since you left devildom, bel had complained to beel about how cold his bed was

- bel had trouble sleeping for a while after you left, unbelievable, but true

- he had grown so accustomed to falling asleep every night to the sound of your breath, your scent, your warmth

- belphie opened his eyes mid afternoon, he realized why he had been sleeping so soundly when he glanced down to see who he was hugging

- your eyes were closed and he assumed you were asleep

- bel sighed blissfully and hugged you tighter, pressing a kiss to your head

- “i missed you”, he mumbled into your hair

- “i missed you too, bel”

[fuckingrealityshifting]

i'm sorry, what??? I'm terrified of the answer but what on earth is tiktok getting up to now?

Okay it’s not a big thing in the fandom or whatever there’s just this one account whose first video reads:

“Guys if you shift please do not shift and become a food it’s traumatizing to be eaten you can’t speak or breathe it feels incorrect”

Mf whAT RHDJDJDNK

There’s also some Q&A videos with fairly competent answers about shifting so like 😭😭 ur so close...

There’s a couple video with CC of “*laughing* guys you have to stop judging me it wasn’t exactly on purpose I was joking about it with my friend and I must’ve somehow sent the intention and I started writing a script as a joke to show my friend and I went to bed and I woke up as a pie I thought it would be relaxing” and another that reads “it was an apple pie” and another that says “I don’t want to talk about my pie experience I blocked it out of my memory already”

They’re humorous about it but I’m pretty sure they’re dead serious about believing it happened LMFAO

Everybody is just laughing in the comments (kinda fair bc the concept is hilarious) but stuff like this is why we don’t trust tiktok and actually research lmfao I left a quick comment and they seem fairly educated on tiktok levels anyway so hopefully we’ll migrate to the “actually knows stuff” level!

Nobody else in the comments is seriously doubting it that also believes in shifting 😭😭😭

Say it with me:

Food doesn’t have a fucking consciousness to shift into what are yall ON lmfao

[scandeniall]

late night drives & rnb

pairing” atsumu x reader

summary: just self indulging wishing i was on a late night drive with atsumu to an /early/ 2000s playlist. In drabble form because its 1am (therefore this isn’t edited bc it’s just me thinking out loud)

Late night driving with Atsumu would be so fun. I’m talking y’all got the 2000s rnb playlist going because y’all know he KNOWS the bops. It’s a summer night like 2am y’all just driving to go to get some food because he annoyed you into doing it. Anyways it’s one of the nights you didn’t spend the night so he pulls up to your place and literally as soon as you step outside you hear his ass blasting We Belong Together. Like his eyes are closed and his ass is just singing poorly until you get to the car. When you get in he points and dramatically sings at you like a loser. You HAVE to do the backing vocals. Mini concert to “I’m feeling all out of my element. Throwing things, crying, tryna figure out where the hell I wrong”. He doesn’t even greet you once you’re all bucked and he’s done he just kinda takes off down the road.

The end of the song he like pauses his phone and is all “what’s up babe.” The type to scroll his playlist while driving his eyes going back and between the phone and the road. (Sir please not tryna die). Anyways you know how this type of music just makes you soft. So he plays Yo (Excuse Me Miss) and is sweet. The time of night and the type of music as a late night car ride just hits different. He /poorly/ sings and dedicated the song to you. “Should i talk about her smile”, rubs his hand all on your cheek without taking his eyes off the road. At the part where it’s like ‘grab hold of my hand” he grabs your hand and like wave dances it. After that song y’all just kinda vibe in silence while driving and it’s so peaceful. You’re both unintentionally matching in a T-shirt and sweats and the way the streetlights occasionally flicker makes him cute. He just drums his fingers on your thigh as y’all pull into the McDonalds drive thru. “What do ya want” His ass gets a whole meal and I know them workers are SICK. Who wants a Big Mac extra mac sauce, large fry, and 2 apple pies and a ✨sprite✨ at this time. (But it’s his chest weekend so he’ll be damnned if he don’t answer to them cravings he’s had all week). Just get you’re lil mcchicken and Apple pies and vibe. You can eat his fries he’ll be alright. While y’all in the drive thru ‘Like You’ comes on and you know y’all gotta go off. The drivers like either like: they’re so cute goals or i wish these mfs would shut up as y’all are obnoxiously “iainteverhadnobodyshowmeallthethingsyoushowedme LIKE YOUU”. Good mood atsumu is a party and that’s what y’all having with yourselves.

When a more upbeat song like Throw it in the Bag comes in he’s the type to you know point and just move his arm up and down to the beat.

Love by keyshia Cole come on this dummy act like he’s in a music video because thats his SONG. Does the keyboard thing in everything. Man will rest his head on the steering wheel “Im gettin’ in character babe” tryna get fake emotional. He goes on on the chorus and is the type to think he really has some vocals. Does all the runs and whew your poor ears. “I think I could be a singer” yeah ok who gone tell him (you do). Anyways record that shit for blackmail (it don’t matter thought because just play the song on a different day. Nothing new same old shit with him. Song just never gets old)

Bonus: *21 questions playing* while y’all are just parked vibing.

Atsumu: babe would ya still love me if I didnt olay volleyball

You: hell no. The pro player money? Worth it. (make his pockets hurt am i right)

Atsumu: 👁👄👁 alright ima head out

You gotta grab at his arm and he like “just kidding loser” and he lowkey pretends to be mad even while you’re kissing all on the side of his neck but he wants to smile.

a/n: yall i dont even eat red meet so i gotta do the mcchicken. I also havent had mcdonalds in months idk how longs its been but im craving their apple pie pls maybe i can get my “date” to get me one tmw

[wienerbarnes]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 1,543

Warnings: Mentions of murder and apple pie

A/N: a ha ha heres another lil one shot of these two! send in requests for this pairing if yall got ideas! 

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“Excuse me, Miss? Someone ordered this for you, it seems like you’ve got yourself a secret admirer. Anyways, enjoy.”

The waiter places down a slice of delicious apple pie down in front of you with a smile, obviously thinking there was more to this dessert than Bucky finding out where you’ve been. You glance at the cinnamon-sugar syrup that pours out of the sides of the slice, the glazed apples smelling like heaven as they hit your nostrils. Without touching it, you slowly turn your body from the high stool you’re sitting on and scan the room, eyes passing over every head in the room before landing on a black hood.

Back facing you, the black hood takes a sip of whatever is in their mug before placing it back down on the saucer, a black glove gently letting go of the handle as it makes it’s landing. 

Now who’s the one guy I know that wears gloves like that in public?

Pie in hand, you make your way over to the small booth Bucky has for himself before taking a seat across from him.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Looks like a piece of pie to me, doll. Why, you find a hair in it or something?”

You roll your eyes to the back of your head and push a hand through greasy hair with a deep sigh. 

“How did you find me here?”

“You know I did this for, like, eighty years, right?”

Bucky slides the sunglasses off his face and places them on the table next to his tea in order to see you better. You’re a blonde now. And it seems you’ve gotten more piercings as you have a few extra studs on your ears than he remembers. A denim jacket hangs on your frame on top of the long sleeve shirt you got from his apartment the night he stitched you up. 

He won’t lie, Bucky’s definitely been looking for you. And you do a great job of hiding yourself. It took him about two months of extensive research, only to find you in this diner-slash-bookstore(?) on accident while he was taking a break.

Through his research, though, he did find out a lot more about you. Information besides what he learned from your criminal file.

You lived with your grandparents until the age of fourteen when they passed away. You lived with someone named Kathleen Grover, who was listed as a “family friend” on any legal documents concerning your guardianship. You dropped out of high school at age fifteen before applying for a pre-marine program. At age eighteen, you started your career as a marine before going missing in action after two years. There’s a large, blank time frame there, but Bucky can guess that’s when your Hydra career began. Probably not so different from him. Kidnapped, tortured to comply, committing crimes until you were eventually caught. With his math, you’re about twenty-eight now. 

Most twenty-eight-year-old’s are married. Planning for kids. Building their career. Buying houses. But instead you’re sitting across from him in his shop, looking very angry at the slice of pie he bought you.

This shop isn’t far from the fresh market he first saw you at after your escape. About two hours from his apartment, but about ten minutes from what used to be Kathleen Grover’s address. She’s since passed away, under mysterious circumstances, he might add, but it was a start to finding where you’d be. 

You’ve been away from society for almost a decade, so it’s only natural to try to go somewhere familiar. From what he read, he doesn’t imagine you did much traveling in your teen years.

“Anything else I can get for you two?” The waiter interrupts Bucky’s thoughts. 

“Hot chocolate for the lady, please.” Bucky orders without taking his eyes off you. The waiter gives a short nod and walks off to put in the drink.

“So, what is it you want?” You finally ask, after giving in the sweet scent of the pie in front of you and placing a spoonful into your mouth.

“Who says I want anything?”

“Why else would you have come all the way out here to find me?”

Why did he come all the way out here to find you? Absolutely no one at the tower nor the FBI are any closer to finding where you’ve hid yourself. They assumed the first thing you’d do was find a flight out here so they've been searching country after country to find you when you have been in their backyard the entire time. Smart on your part, but probably accidental seeing as you have no way to get out of here anyway. He’s not here to ask you any favors, he doesn’t need anything done for him, so why did he come all the way here?

“I-” 

“Hot chocolate?”

A young woman holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate awaits confirmation. You give a shy smile and hold out your hands to receive the drink. As soon as your fingertips reach the saucer the waitress is holding, a loud gasp escapes your body and you flinch harshly, causing the mug to fly out of both your hands and crash on the ground. 

“Oops! I’m so sorry about that! Let me clean this up and I’ll get another drink for you, on the house! Sorry again!” The waitress frantically rushes away to get a mop.

Bucky looks at you to see your eyes wide and lips turned into a frown. He glances down at your hands that are tucked towards the center of your chest to see them shaking. He listens closely and hears your heart beating a mile a minute.

“What just happened?” Bucky asks, voice low yet curious. His question seems to snap you out of your thoughts as you jump once more and meet his eyes.

“Nothing. Nothing just happened. In fact, I gotta go.” You push your hands through your hair once more, clearly stressed about the broken mug.

“Did you see something? Just now? When you touched the mug, you saw something.” Bucky concludes.

You don’t respond as the waitress returns and begins cleaning up the mess on the floor. 

“What did you see?” Bucky whispers, desperate to hear about what’s troubling you.

“That girl- she-she, uh,” You stutter. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” You quickly stand and make your way towards the door. 

Bucky stands as well and struggles to get his wallet out of his pocket. When he finally gets it out he throws a few bills on the table before rushing after you to catch up. After coming out through the door, he looks up and down the sidewalk to see no sign of you.

“Fuck.” Bucky mumbles to himself. 

Nowhere on the sidewalk. Not across the street. Where the fuck did you go? Bucky reaches his right hand up to rub the crease in his forehead between his eyes roughly before making his way back to where he parked his bike on the street.

Fucking idiot, you couldn’t just pay attention? God, it was thirty seconds that you took your eyes off her and now she’s gone for who knows how long this time. Now what are you-

A folded napkin tucked into the curve of his bike handle catches his attention. He takes it out of the crease and opens it to see an address with tomorrow’s date on it. 

Is your way of letting him in? On your own terms? Maybe you see he’s not a threat to you, but you probably don’t fully trust him yet. Bucky smiles and tucks the napkin into his front pocket and swings his leg over to mount the bike.

For someone who has such a fucked up past, this is a huge step. You’re a lot more forgiving than he was when he was getting back into having a life. Braver, too.

Bucky’s ride home is long, but not miserable with the warmth of that napkin in his pocket.

…

Later that night, Bucky gives loving scratches to Alpine who purrs on his chest. He flips through channels with his free hand when a familiar face catches his eye.

Bucky goes back to the channel to see the news and he sits up quickly with a gasp.

“Young Amy Stevens has been arrested this afternoon and is currently being held in custody for the string of murders we’ve seen these last couple of weeks. It is unknown whether or not she has a lawyer, but she has already confessed to police upon being detained that she is guilty for these deaths. If found guilty, Stevens will be going to prison for a very long time for her involvement in the murder of four young men. More information tomorrow, have a good night everyone.”

Bucky’s mouth hangs open at the sight of the waitress from the diner earlier today plastered on his television screen. A serial killer, a fucking serial killer.

That’s what you saw. You probably saw this girl killing random guys when you touched that mug.

A tired sigh escapes him as the channel switches from the news to some commercial and an angry kitten paws at his hand wondering why his dad stopped giving him scratches.

[chittapornswife]

Bff!to Bf!Jaemin AU (on crack)

whoever reads this all, honestly, i will write u down on the list of ppl who deserve prayers bc,,, this is one huge au for absolute no reason like I wrote the first half at night while high on sugar & the 2nd part has just been continuous throughout last week. You’ll also know where the 1st half ends cause it’s like,,,, super crack-filled... anyways! hope you enjoy! (also just realized this is my longest piece...)

sidenote: thirsty for more anon, my apple pie u don't deserve this but my phone deleted half of closer pt 2 today so I'm trying to rewrite it rn but I'm sorry:(

genre: fluff x some angst word count: 5.25K warnings: explicit language, like 1 suggestive remark? type: jaemin x reader! (gender neutral)

summary: a crack au induced by my sugar high and basically you tryna find out if you like your best-friend Jaemin or not ft. NCT 2018

k

Imma be real WITCHU

U and Na Jaemin?

Two best-friends that don't even know they love each other? 

Yuh.

Like everything y'all do is what couples do 

But you'll always deny that you like each other 

Because you srsly don't feel that way with him

Or well like you don't know how love or liking someone is supposed to feel like

But you associate it with that your heart is supposed to start beating fast and you're supposed to get sweaty and like butterflies and keep thinking about him and messaging him all the time and-

basically all that cute shit

but you've never felt that way around him

I mean cmon

Jaemin literally flirts with u every second of the day and does the most with skinship

Except,,,

He does that with everyone so it isn't somethin to get oooooo'ed over nor to be like blushing about

also,,

this is the dude you've seen run around the place with a pair of underwear on his head when you guys were like 9

the same dude who accidentally sharted on your bed because of diarrhea when y'all were 12

Sharted.

Nuff said

The only thing you feel around him is comfort

Like no matter what happens, you'll always be comfortable around him 

You can do whatever and he can do whatever and y'all just won't flinch or bat an eye

Because it's (y/n) and jaemin

The only people closer to each other besides markhyuck

And once jaemin gets into sm and nct 

You thought that everything was gonna change

Except it didn't,,,, really,,,,

Like instead of being able to freely walk around and do stuff together

Y'all gotta do it incognito or at your house or at his dorms

Most of the time y'all go to his dorm

But honestly it isn't as bad cause ur still together plus

Plus,,,,

U gain some new friends through him 

Aka the other members of nct

And it's a lot of fun just with the two of you and his friends

Also,,,, speaking of nct,,,,

They think y'all are secretly dating 

But don't wanna tell anyone

And I mean like who can blame them???

When you both are out here sitting on a couch, watching tv

Jaemin's head in your lap facing you

And you're running your hands through his hair

Which slowly makes the soft boi fall asleep

And the dreamies come back to the dorm to see this like

Aiggghhhtttttt

And u say y'all aren't dating?

Cute lies (y/n) cute lies

And Chenle is in the corner laughing like a pterodactyl which of course wakes up Jaemin

Who gets up and is like 

“U guys ate food without me?????" >:(

"Bro, u were too passed out on (y/n) to even know lmao we still got somethin back for u cause we're actually decent human beings WHO don't go out on dates with (y/n) then bring back nothing" Renjun scoffs and walks up to y'all droppin a bag u assume has the food

"It was one time. One damn time I didn't bring back anything and that!!! Was because!!!! It was!!! Midnight!!! And yalls!!!! Lazy asses!!!! Were asleep!!!!!"

Jaemin gets off you, shooting back at a Renjun in disbelief who's like

Appalled and has that "boi u did not just say that to me" face goin on

Meanwhile Jeno hits the folks with Jisung and ur just sitting there like 

“Can't we have just one normal night?"

As Jaemin and Renjun get into a battle of who brings back food to the dorms the most

And Mark pops outta no where to lecture them on their friendship

K fast forward a bit,,,, 

Y'all end up eating while the dreamies head back to their rooms, leaving u two in the living room devouring the food like animals

Except jisung, who's just chillin watchin tv

And for some reason u don't know why,,, that kinda feels awkward???

Like on any other day it'd be fine if he's sitting there cause y'all ain't dating or anything 

But recently,,, since you've gotten so close to all of them

It feels kinda weird when it isn't just you and Jaemin????

And you kinda panic at this thought 

So u get up while Jaemin's got his arms wrapped around your waist under the blanket and resting his head on your shoulder

And he's like "????? Where u goin????" 

You rack your head for any excuse and manage to blurt out

"Uhhhhhh Taeyong just messaged me that he uhhh needs my help with something. I can't rlly say right now but I'll be back."

Let's be real here

Jaemin obvs knows ur lying

Like with ur stuttering and shifty eyes like u just committed some crime

But he doesn't say anything and lays back on the couch

Cause he trusts you and knows that you'll tell him later

So for now, my man chillaxes with jisung who's lowkey sobbing over some sad soap drama and dabbing his eyes

U kinda just yeet on outta there and walk up the next floor which is 127's floor

And while you had to walk thru actual filth to get out of the dreamies dorm

You can actually see the floor here and it's so pretty????

Anyways, u knock on their door

which is instantly opened by a scholarly looking Doyoung wearing thin-rimmed circular glasses and holding a thick philosophy book

Y'all

Don't even get me started on his fit

Ok I've started 

Homeboy Do is out here with a pair of dark slacks, a white button up with a pink sweater vest and to top it all off?

He's wearin duck slippers

"A pleasure to see you again (y/n), are you looking for Jaemin? He should be in the dreamies dorm unless he went out with them to eat but you'd already know that." 

"I'm uh here to talk with someone."

You lowkey realize you don't know who to talk to cause they all seem like not so great options to talk with 

Since you don't know them as well as the idiots on the first floor

Doyoung pushes up his glasses and looks at you with this wistful teary-eyed look saying,

"It's time."

He looks out into the hall before pulling you in then walks away over to the kitchen saying,

"Have a seat (y/n), I'll make us some tea."

But you're like "uhhhh I'm not staying for that long lol"

Cue Doyoung's head to whip faster than a possessed acrobatic sayin

"u ain't goin no where hun."

So you're like ohokcool I'll jus sit down and hope there's another 127 member here to witness my death unless they're all possessed.

Ok ya, so u sit on the couch and once he puts the water to start boiling on the stove he comes over to u

And ur hands are all sweaty and ur nervous because you wanna ask him why you don't feel as comfortable around Jaemin when you're with others

But you're also like ummmuhhhhhhyaaaerrrr can't do this shit.

Doyoung speaks first tho 

bless the lord

But what he says makes u sweat more

"I take it you'd like to ask me about Jaemin?"

U nod slowly holding onto the couch wondering if he rlly is possessed and can read minds now because what

But he smiles like a proud mother, his bunny teeth showing as he chokes out emotionally,

"I've waited for this moment for so long and (y/n)"

Grabs your hands in his with his eyes shining

"I am more than glad you came to me. I am honoured you chose me and not the other dumbasses picking their noses. I am more than honoured to have you trust in me your deepest of secrets. I will help you to the greatest my child. Tell me."

"Uhhhhhh ummmm I just wanted to ask uh like so whenever I'm around Jaemin and the dreamies or other members of nct, it feels weird??? Like idk how to explain but it's awkward and uncomfortable and idk why because this just happened recently and I've never felt this way before and-"

Doyoung jumps up scaring the absolute shit outta you and shrieks, "YOU LOVE HIM (Y/N)."

Ok thx for wakin up the whole city of Seoul Dodo

But he's breathing heavily with happy tears in his eyes while you're still sitting there like 

Wtf typa crack are u on  I regret this v v much

At this point, Taeyong and the dudes walk outta their rooms like wtf is goin on

And they see you 

and in unison they all say,

"hey (y/n)" 

which highkey always freaks you out cause it's so in sync and robotic

But you wave back and gesture to crackhead heavy breathin Doyoung

Whom is instantly then taken away by Yuta & he looks at you and hits his chest with a fist, nodding like 

I gotchu fam

U do the same back meanwhile nct starts sittin around you

Like taeil's grandpa ass is on da couch with jungwoo donghyuck sicheng 

Basically the smol group

And johnny taeyong mark are on the floor

jaehyun's the only one lookin after the tea which ur surprised hasn't burned the place down

but the only reason why he's doin that is to send a snap to all the girls he knows like a proper fuccboi and be like

"makin food for my lazyass members again🙄 istg I'm like the only one who does this😂"

ok but back to u and 127

"So you're here to talk about Jaemin or wha?" Donghyuck speaks up

This breaks the silence and they all start sayin a "yeah" and just mumbling other stuff

Until taeyong's like "y'all shut up let em speak" 

Boomin system up up😔✊🏽 bless ty, bless ty

Then the whole room falls dead silent except for Doyoung yelling at Yuta in another room about how u and Jaemin are the cutest thing ever

Jaehyun even drags his ass to where y'all are and they just stare at you

As if all 8 eyes on you aren't intimidating or whateva

but u still decide to spill

"Uh ok. Um I just asked Doyoung uh like how should I say it um,,,, I used to feel comfortable being around Jaemin and the dreamies but nowadays it feels weird and awkward and like idk-"

"Bitch u like him, nothin new, NEXT"

Donghyuck waves u off rollin his eyes

"Hoe stfu and let her speak"

Mark smacks Hyuck on the back of his head

It's all silent for a couple of seconds until Johnny speaks up

"I can't believe I'm actually gonna say this but, I agree with Hyuck." Johnny looks a 110% regretful at his own words 

And the whole room murmurs a yeah 

And ur like ????? "Guys I do not like his crusty dusty ass trust✊🏽" 

But jungwoo's giving you the side eye like "rlly bitch? Is u rlly gon say that?"

And ur givin him the "um ya I don't like him like that" look

But he's just rollin his eyes like "k queen, u do u"

And ur boutta hit him with that "stfu hoe u don't know shit" look

But then Taeil cuts in like "tf r y'all doin with yo eyes??" 

You just sigh and rub your face not knowing what to say because no matter where u go, everyone's tellin you you like him

"Why don't you just ask him if he feels that way too? Or actually, why don't you just think to yourself and see if you can go at least three days without making any contact with him." Jaehyun says

Sorry.what. Is this from Mr. Player Jung Jaehyun??? 

all of the guys look at him like he's gone crazy

But he just shrugs and casually goes, "What? just cause I text 24 girls doesn't mean I don't miss talking to every one of them." 

And they murmur a true to which ur like ????? He legit just uttered the worst thing ever???? 

But you're like thinking real hard cause what if you just miss him as a best-friend???

"But y'all best-friends stay in touch a whole lot sooooo that wouldn't prove much." You say, lounging back

"But best-friends aren't up each other's asses every single second of the day. If so I'd be right up in Mark's colon by now." 

"Donghyuck-" "Dude wtf-" "Man please don't-" "Not even gonna try-" 

But you kind of think about it and he is somewhat right

You and Jaemin have always been in touch like almost everyday since you two have known each other 

Even more so now when you can't meet up on a regular basis

So you're like "okay,

Okay I'll do it." 

And all of 127's like ????? Ur actually gonna believe this kid??? 

But the thing is you are. Even if he has a weird way of saying things. He's right. 

And that's just what you do. 

You do your handshake with all of the members and yell out a "bye yuta & Doyoung!!" 

Before going back downstairs to the dreamies dorm

Where Jaemin's still lounging and Jisung's nowhere to be seen

"What did u guys talk about?" He casually asks, eyes still on the tv

"Oh u know, he just needed an opinion on someone he liked and since I wouldn't give him a dumb reply like the others, he asked me for it."

"Mhmmmm." He says believing you, before patting the seat beside him for you to sit

And you oblige, letting him throw his blanket over you and snuggle closer

his familiar scent all up on you

come to think of it, y'all hang out & do skinship so much that all of your clothes smell like him

his soft breath hits your neck and u clear your mind to try to focus on what to say next

"Just say u don't wanna see his uglyass face for 3 days." Donghyuck's voice pops in your head.

"Tell him you're movin to China for 3 days" Sicheng's voice pops up now

* But ur like thinking SHUTUP Hyuck & thnk u sicheng I lov u but he won't believe it 

"Just tell him you have some school thing you forgot to do and it's due in 3 days so you can't hang out or go on your phone." For some reason Doyoung's voice pops up

But it's good advice from the usually extra preppy queen

So ur like "hey, I forgot to tell you earlier but I got this dumbass assignment I gotta do and it's due in like 3 days so I gotta go back now." 

You feel his soft breath stop and he gets up, looking at you

Those soft confused brown eyes, warming up your- snap out of it (y/n)

"Also," you try to look as apologetic as your grade 6 level acting skills let you,

"I won't be able to really talk to you for the next couple of days cause of that."

Jaemin pouts and cocks his head to the side 

And the inner u is like "stay strong BICTH u can make it thru the puppy faces." 

"Why can't I just help you with it if it's going to be so time-consuming?" 

The brain cells in your head stop and are like "Boi. If u don't shut up and let this plan happen istg-"

Meanwhile ur on the outside like "It's for Science and it has to do with stuff we're learning rn so I think it'll be a burden for you to do all that with me."

He shrugs, "It's not a burden if I'm doing it for you" 

Ya ok audience go wild

But ur like used to this cute shit so u just roll eyes like "aight still a no but thanks."

And he just huffs & goes back to snuggling with you

"Don't leave me aloneeeee (y/n)"

"Girl if u don't let go of me rn I'll shove you off I swear."

Jaemin lets go of you right away because he doesn't want another bruise from smackin the ground after u shoved him one time

And you ruffle his hair as a way of saying goodbye then tell him to go sleep in his room so he doesn't fall asleep in the living room for the hundredth time

Yet before you leave, you still turn off the lights so his eyes don't hurt in case he does fall asleep

Aight. Diary time!! ^^

Day 1: it's actually Friday so u go to school and finesse ur way through classes, actually mingling with ur class-mates instead of texting Jaemin what he's doing or what his plans are for the night

And you feel a bit empty but it's okay cause you get more time to think about yourself and to go out and buy some cute new clothes

Day 2: you wake up on a fresh good Saturday morning thinking

"Oooooo it's such a perfect day to go to the park with Jaemin!"

But it hits u hardcore that u can't do that

And you look rlly sadly at your phone lockscreen of you and Jaemin making ugly faces together

Then you unlock it to look at your homescreen of you and Jaemin wearing matching hoods and posing like baddies

And u sigh

But u try to encourage yourself and with the help of nct 127 in ur head, u manage to make it thru all the way till the evening

When the stars are shining bright and fun

The moon's glowing and the neon signs around you illuminating your path back to your house from the convenience store

And all you can think about is Jaemin

About why he hasn't tried contacting you, even tho u clearly told him u can't talk to him for these 3 days

About why u feel so miserable without him and it's been just a bit less than 48 hours

And about if this really points to you possibly liking him

Okay, moving on from sad hours

Day 3: this is it.

After thinking of 500 theories the other night, you've now come to the conclusion that Jaemin hates you and isn't your best-friend 

Aka he was waiting to drop ur sorry ass and u gave him the perfect chance for it because 

still!!! no!!!! text!!!!! from!!!! him!!!

And ur tryna act unbothered except u can't take it and go over to ur second mom's dorm

Also known as Kun

Just to eat and chill cause u have no one to spend a lonely Sunday with

And Kun literally ushers you in, petting your head and feeding you soup like you're his grandchild

The #1 reason why you love coming over to the kunwoocas dorm

"Here eat some more (y/n), you look too thin nowadays like a twig! Put some meat on those bones!!" Kun says like the ole grandma he is

"I'm way too full seriously please feed some to Lucas."

And Lucas is like "I'll take some more!!! ^0^!!!" 

But Kun gives him a glare so he goes back to slurpin out of his monster sized soup bowl

Y'all finish eating pretty quickly and it's only 1pm lol so you guys minus jungwoo (because he's lazy) end up going out (hella disguised) to watch a movie

And you hate horror movies but like Kun is with you so you aren't as afraid bc u still got a mom by your side except,,,,

It doesn't feel the same without Jaemin

And it dawns on you, at the moment you sit down with a bubbling Lucas on one side and a worry-stricken Kun telling him to be quiet on the other side,

that,

You like Jaemin.

You like Na Jaemin. But he probably only sees you as his friend.

And when the movie starts, 

It's all you can think about 

And it hurts.

It hurts to know that when you think about his kind brown eyes, dark hair and warm smile,

The way he hugs you when he sees you or how he always manages to have 1/3 of his body touching you whenever you're with him 

That you love that and you like him

And you don't know if it's love but you're certain you think about him differently than just a friend

So you tell Kun you need to go the washroom and he gets up allowing you to walk by and out of the dark theater

Once you open the doors, the dim lights hit you and you look at the line forming at the concession stand

And you notice some certain dark-haired boys standing there laughing with each other and you're like 

Oh shit

Cause it's Jaemin, Renjun, Jeno and Chenle

But you remember you're disguised pretty well to the point they won't recognize you and your face is covered in a black mask too

So you kind of just linger to the side where they are and overhear their convo

"Is this movie gonna be any good?" Jaemin asks the others

"Do you really think I'd recommend a dumbass movie and try to watch it? Is this how low you think my standards are??" Renjun gives the "I am disgusted" face

Jaemin shrugs, "Don't get your panties in a twist Dumbjun, I was just asking if it's worth it to bring (y/n) to watch it." 

"Speaking of (y/n)," Jeno starts off, 

"Where have they been for the past 3 days?"

Jaemin rubs the back of his neck and looks at the ground

Meanwhile ur anticipating heavily about his answer from a fake plant near the concession 

"They've been busy and told me I can't keep in contact for these past almost 3 days."

Chenle gasps, "What if they're moving to Alaska???? Or NORTH KOREA????" 

"Chenle wtf bro. No it's just like- I mean- I get it. Like I'm not really active in school anymore so I can't understand that part but they've always been by my side through everything I'm going through so it's time I respect their decision as well."

The boys nod at this and it's finally their turn in line and as Chenle and Renjun go up to get their popcorn Jeno turns to Jaemin

And you're just on the edge of the fake tree about to fall when he asks, "So do you like (y/n) or what?" 

And,,,

That's when you fall

The whole room shuts up while fortunately your wig stays on properly and you just get up, brushing off your clothes and pick up the plant like its nbd

Before speed-walking off back into the movie theater

And you wedge yourself beside Kun and just sit there holding his arm and burying your face in it from still being embarrassed 

But he doesn't even mind cause it's a scary movie and he's highkey freaked out too

When the movie finally finishes its time for dinner already 

So y'all go out back into the sunset almost night while Lucas is still tryna reenact the movie

"The monster was like ahsjdjdjdjdjdjdgghhh and then the girl was like 'help me someone!' but then he was like 'ahajajahhsshdhhgggg no one can help you now bitch' and just ate her." 

Kun is scared shitless walking but tries to put up a front and reaches for his man bag that has pepper spray as he scans the area

Aka Kun is ready to attac

But you're like "Y'all I'm starving what should we eat?"

Lucas just shrugs but Kun snaps his fingers making u jump a bit

"I've been wanting to try out this amazing five cheese mac and cheese recipe so we can have that for dinner!"

So y'all go back to the dorms and get out of your sweaty disguises and snack on crackers and chips while Kun is dicing and shredding away

"Why aren't you hangin with Jaems today?" Lucas pops a chip in his mouth and asks u

"Uhhhhh idk? I just wanted a day to myself?" 

He looks at you, the bubbly cheery jumpiness gone and a disbelieving look replacing it

"(Y/n) you've spent like your entire life with him and you're always over atleast like 6 days in a week. But now all of a sudden, you choose to spend 3 days without him?" 

You freeze, stopping your hand from grabbing a cracker

"How do you know that?"

Kun starts singing in the background while Lucas shrugs once again,

"That's all he's been talking about this weekend. And I don't even spend much time with him but Chenle and Renjun have come over to tell me that it's getting annoying and they just want you to to get a room and just get together already."

Your heart beats faster at his lame words

So he did care

Jaemin actually does care about you? And has been missing you as much as you've missed him???

You jump up, a burst of adrenaline shooting through u and say to Kuncas

"I'll be right back, I've gotta see someone."

And they both know who you're talking about 

Lucas grumbling a "finally." but still smiling a bit proud of bein the one to instigate u

And Kun just shakes his head with a motherly smile, proud of you and what you've become 

You run outta there and down to the first floor where the dreamies are and burst in

And they're all sittin down in front of the couch and for some reason there are other random people with them? 

And you're like ???????

Cause you know they're not allowed to have parties but what is this????

You don't see Jaemin in sight anywhere but you try to focus on what's in front of you first

"What is this?" You say, crossing your arms like a mom

"Uh it's just some of our school friends (y/n) why u so mad lol" Jisung replies.

You shoot the boy a glare and he looks down at the ground while you politely say,

"Hey you guys, I'm sorry but nct dream isn't allowed any non member in this dorm unless they're family or from their company so you guys have to go now." 

And the ppl look kinda high and snooty and one of em even has the balls to say,

"Well who are you to them then? Last time I checked, you're just a Jaemin follower."

And stg, ur boutta get up in their face and start throwin punches when you hear a voice say,

"(Y/n)'s not following me, I'm the one chasing after them."

And who pops out of his room?

Mr. Nananana nananana Jaemin.

Lookin rlly fine for some reason???

In just a simple black hoodie and gray sweats but like okAY?????!!!!

work it hunny??????

And he comes over to you, sliding his arm around your waist as he says with no emotion,

"So why don't you and your lil friends skedaddle on outta here." 

The person who shot back at u gets all red and angrily ushers the others to go with them and they leave

Meanwhile the room is super silent until Chenle starts pterodactyl laughing and gets up saying,

"Well it's been fun guys but I'm off to sleep now."

"Yep!" "Me too!" "Couldn't have said it any better!"

"Hold it." Jaemin puts his hand out,

"Clean up this mess first and remember all of you, I don't care if you're older than me or not. But never invite anyone over unless it's like what (y/n) said, got it?" 

Your heart is beating like 2pm's heartbeat and you're just kinda standing still while Jaemin's hand rests comfortably on your hip making you feel some typa way

But the boys listen to him and soon enough they're gone back into their rooms most likely makin a gc and venting about u two lol 

Jaemin moves so that now he's behind you, both hands wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he mumbles,

"What were you doing at the movies today?"

And you're like

Well shit

He caught me

And maybe it's cause you haven't seen him in so long nor been so close that,,,

Your whole body is super aware of his warm hands and the way you feel so safe being back-hugged by him

"I uh ummmm....."

He nuzzles his head into your neck, his warm breath blowing over it as he softly says,

"I really missed you, you know? I thought you weren't going to be available today so I didn't bother messaging you. Actually that was the hardest part, stopping myself from messaging you because I didn't wanna bother you."

His lips are right on your skin as he mumbles his random thoughts 

and though Jaemin's always been one for skinship, he's never had his lips on any part of your skin before

"J-Jaemin, c-can you back up a b-bit."

You feel his lips twitch and he slowly glides them across your neck mumbling a why

But he knows goddamn why

With your irregular breathing and your hands over his, he knows just why you're feeling this way

You try to wiggle out of his arms but to no avail as his grip is strong 

"Jaemin you're making me sweat can you let go of me so I can breathe properly?"

He obliges and let's go and you turn around to face him to speak but he beats ya to it

"I-I like you (y/n). And I know you've been avoiding me to see if you like me too." He blushes, his neck getting red and averts his soft brown eyes to your clothes as he continues,

"The others told me about it and told me to do the same thing so I, I actually listened and tried super hard not to contact you at all. And it worked. Except,"

Jaemin stepped in closer, your faces merely inches apart as he whispered,

"I realized I can't do this anymore and that I like you, possibly even love you. And I know you feel the same, you must, after creeping on me from behind a bush."

You stand still like a deer in headlights

So he did see that then

And you can't help yourself as you crack up in laughter to get rid of this awkward feeling

But you're hardcore yelling in your brain

That lil NANA likes you

And you feel so on top of the world you don't care about anything else as you put both of your hands on his cheeks and lean in

Kissing his soft pink lips and feeling the way he freezes before snaking his arms around you

bringing you closer so that your body molds into his

"Hey did you guys- OHMYGOD. YALL THEYRE KISSING THEYRE KISSINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"

Is what you hear and immediately you pull yourself out of Jaemin's grip and turn around to see

All of the dreamies staring at you with their phones out

Chenle snappin pics

While the others are all videoing and yellin, "WORLDSSSSSTAAARRRRRRR"

but what did you expect really?

And let's just say y'all end up being a veerrrrryyy cute couple 

That everyone likes to annoy all the time but like now it's more fun for you

Cause you feel more comfortable being like this with Jaemin 

And you'd think,,,

You'd think after knowing him for so long that you wouldn't feel super shy and your heartbeat would get fast

But it does

Except you're still the same with him and his clingy personality

If anything your relationship just gives him an excuse to be more clingy to you lol

But and u Jaemin?

Possibly better otp than markhyuck????.........

But u didn't hear that from me tho 🙇🏻

[mosquitotoes]

What Makes a Family

Chapter 5: Baby’s Firsts-part 1

Thanksgiving-Nov. 28, 1991

John was driving to Bobby’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. Usually, on Thanksgiving, he would pass out on the couch, holding a bucket of chicken but he decided to do something different this year. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt his boys or him to have a home-cooked meal.

“Alright, boys, leave your stuff in here.” He said, pulling into Bobby’s driveway and turning the engine off. “Yes sir, They said in unison, opening their doors and getting out with John. Grabbing Brooke and her stuff they headed up the stairs of the front porch “Yay, you’we back!” Called a little voice when the front door swung open.

“Hey Vanessa” He chuckled, walking up the steps with the boys. Bobby smiled “Y’all are just in time. The turkey and ham are about done.” He informed, shutting the door once they were all inside. “Good, I’m starving” Sam said, setting the diaper bag on the couch. “I’ll help you set the table, Bobby” John said, taking the cooler to the kitchen.

Once the food was done and the table was set they were all sitting around the big table that Bobby put out. “Daddy, we gots ta say what we’we tankful fow!” Vanessa reminded him from her seat between Sam and Dean. “Do you wanna start us off, darlin’?” He asked, carving up the ham.

Vanessa nodded excitedly “Yeah!” She exclaimed, kneeling up in the chair. “I tankful fow my new fwen Wooke!”  Bobby chuckled, carving up the turkey “Alright, what about you, Dean?” He asked, looking over at the boy. Dean grinned, his candy apple green eyes lighting up “I’m thankful for all this food!” He said happily, making John and Bobby chuckle.

After the rest had said what they were thankful for and their tummies were filled everyone gathered in the living room to watch the Dallas Cowboys versus the Pittsburgh Steelers. “Pack your pie up, boys. It’s getting late and we need to go.” John said, getting up from the couch as Sam and Dean went to the kitchen. Vanessa toddled over to John “I have hug?” She asked, putting her arms little arms up. “Of course, sweetheart” He smiled, bending down to pick her up.

As soon as he lifted her up he felt a sudden sharp pain in his back. Quickly putting her down John groaned in pain and held his back. “You alright, John?” Bobby asked, getting up from his armchair. John slowly sat down on the couch “I think I threw out my back.” He strained, putting a pillow behind him.

“I’ll get the heating pad” Bobby said, walking off toward the bathroom. Vanessa frowned “I sowwy, Unca John.” The man looked at her “It’s not your fault, honey. I’m just old.” He assured her, earning a grin from the four-year-old.

As it turned out getting pinned to a tree and sleeping on a small couch for three days straight wasn’t a good combination at all.

December 24, 1991-Broken Bow, Nebraska

Dean looked at Sam from where he stood at the window of the motel room. “What is that?” He asked, noticing his younger brother wrap something in newspaper funnies on the couch. “Present for Dad” He replied, folding up the edge. Dean scoffed “Yeah, right. Where’d you get the money? Steal it?” Sam taped down a piece “No! Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him. Said it was real special.”

“What is it?” Dean asked, looking back at the snow. “A pony” Sam sassed back. “Very funny” Dean said, walking over and sitting down on the couch. “Dad’s gonna be here, right?” Sam asked as Dean picked up a comic book. “He’ll be here” Dean assured him, nodding. “It’s Christmas and Brookie’s first” Sam reminded him, nodding to the bassinet on the coffee table.

“He knows and he’ll be here like he is every year.” Dean said, going back to his comic. Sam nodded “Where is he anyway?” He asked. “On business.” “What kind of business?” “You know that. He sells stuff.” “What kind of stuff?” “Stuff” “Nobody ever tells me anything.” “Then quit asking” Dean said, getting up and moving to one of the beds. Sam kneeled on the couch, resting his arms on the back “Is Dad a spy?” Dean looked up from his comic “Mhm. He’s James Bond.”

“Why do we move around so much?” Sam asked. “Cause everywhere we go they get sick of your face and Brooke’s stinky diapers” Dean told him, continuing to read his comic.  Sam hopped over the couch and leaned on the back. “I’m old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth.” He insisted. “You don’t want to know the truth. Believe me.” “Is that why we don’t talk about...mom?”

“Shut up! Don’t you ever talk about mom! Ever!” Dean snapped at him, getting off the bed. When he yelled Brooke woke up and started fussing. Dean turned and headed for the door “Wait, where are you going?” Sam asked. “Out” Dean stated, opening the door and slamming it shut once he walked out.

Sam looked over at Brooke “What did I do?” He asked, walking over and picking her up gently “Do you know what I did?” By the time Dean came back it was somewhat dark. “Thought you went out” Sam said, looking up from a comic. “Yeah to get you dinner” Dean replied, tossing him a bag of Funyuns “Don’t forget your vegetables” He told him, heading to the beds.

Sam followed and sat across from him. “I know why you keep a gun under your pillow” He said as Dean opened a can of soda. The older boy lifted his pillow and saw his gun where he had left it. “No you don’t. Stay out of my stuff” He said, putting the pillow down. “And I know why we lay down salt everywhere we go.” Sam informed him. “No, you don’t. Shut up.”

The younger boy leaned back and pulled John’s book out from the mattress, putting it on the nightstand. Dean stood up “Where’d you get that? That’s Dad’s! He’s gonna kick your ass for reading that!” Sam looked up at him “Are monster’s real?” He asked. “What? You’re crazy” Dean scoffed. “Tell me” He urged him.

Dean looked at him and sighed “I swear if you ever tell Dad I told you any of this, I will end you.” Sam nodded “Promise.” The former sat back down on the bed “Well, the first thing you have to know is we have the coolest Dad in the world. He’s a superhero.” Dean started. “He is?” “Yeah. Monsters are real. Dad fights them. He’s fighting them right now.”

“But Dad said the monsters under my bed weren’t real.” “That’s cause he already checked under there. But yeah, they’re real. Almost everything’s real.” “Is Santa real?” Dean scoffed “No” He shook his head. “If monsters are real they could get us. They could get me or Brooke.” Sam frowned.

“Dad’s not gonna let them get you two” Dean assured his little brother. “But what if they get him?” “They aren’t gonna get Dad. Dad’s, like, the best.” “I read in Dad’s book that they got Mom.” Dean sighed sharply “It’s complicated, Sam.”

“If they got Mom, they can get Dad. And if they get Dad, they can get us” Sam reasoned. “It’s not like that” Dean told him, getting up and sitting next to him. “Okay, Dad’s fine. We’re fine. Trust me. You okay?” He asked, patting his shoulder. “Yeah” Sam whispered, looking away from Dean.

This was a lot for an eight year old to take in. Sam felt as though he had been lied to. “Dad’ll be here. Just like he always is” Dean promised. “I just wanna go to sleep, okay?” Sam sniffled, turning around and laying down with his back to Dean. “It’ll all be better when you wake up” Dean told him as Sam cried quietly. “You’ll see. Promise.”

An hour after midnight Sam woke up to Dean shaking him gently “Sam, wake up. Dad was here. Look at what he brought” Dean told him, nodding to the small Christmas tree. “Dad was here?” Sam asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah! Look at this. We made a killing!” He grinned. Sam yawned “Why didn’t he try to wake me up?” He questioned.

“He tried, like, a thousand times.” He replied. “He did?” Dean nodded “Yeah. Did I tell you he would give us Christmas or what? Go on, dive in!” He encouraged. Sam quickly got out of bed, excited to see what he got, and grabbed two gifts, heading to the couch. Dean picked Brooke up gently from her bassinet and sat next to Sam as he started opening the biggest one “What is it?” He asked once Sam got it unwrapped.

“Sapphire Barbie?” Sam asked, showing him the box. Dean chuckled “Dad probably thinks you’re a girl” He teased. “Shut up” Sam laughed, opening the other gift and pulled out a sparkly baton with ribbons sticking out on each side. “Dad never showed did he?” The hazel eyed boy asked, looking over at his brother.

“Yeah, he did. I swear. Maybe that’s for Brooke” He reasoned, nodding to the baby in his arms. Sam gave him his signature bitch face “And what’s she gonna do with it besides drool on it?” He asked “Dean where’d you get this stuff?” Dean looked away from him and sighed “Nice house up the block. I swear I didn’t know they were chick presents.”

“Look I’m sure Dad would’ve been here if he could” Dean reassured him. “If he’s alive” Sam said, looking down. “Don’t say that. Of course he’s alive. He’s Dad.” He told him. Sam nodded, reaching over and grabbing something he wrapped in newspaper funnies. “Here. Take this” He said, handing it to Dean.

The older boy shook his head “No. No, that’s for Dad” He replied. “Dad lied to me. I want you to have it.” “You sure?” “I’m sure.” Dean put Brooke in his lap gently and took the small package from him, opening it and pulling out a necklace with a black cord and a golden head with horns. “Thanks, Sam. I love it” He smiled, putting on.

Sam nodded “Welcome. We should wrap these back up and take them back to that house. At least they can have a nice Christmas.” He said bitterly, picking the wrapping paper up and getting started.

Little did the boys know that John was stuck on the side of the rode with no gas. Luckily he had called Bobby and he’d be by in a few minutes. He would’ve called the boys but he lost reception before he could make a second call. John waved as Bobby pulled up “Sorry to call you out here on Christmas, Bobby” He said as his friend got out of his truck. “That’s alright. Vanessa wanted to spend Christmas with the boys anyway” Bobby smiled, getting his gas can out of the back and filling up John’s car.

“Hi Unca John!” Vanessa said, leaning out the opened window. John smiled, ruffling her hair “Hey, kiddo. Excited to see the boys and Brooke?” He asked. The four year old nodded excitedly “Yeah!” Bobby chuckled, finishing up “You’re all set, John. Let’s go see those rugrats of yours.”

March 17, 1992-Akron, Ohio

John shook both his boys awake gently “Get ready for school, boys. There’s breakfast sandwiches on the table.” He said, turning on the lights. Dean rubbed his eyes “Do we have to go to school, Dad?” He asked, sitting up. John nodded as he fed Brooke “Yes, you have to” He replied. Even though they moved around alot John still wanted them to have a good education and get good grades.

After both boys ate and got ready John drove them to school. They got to Garfield High first since it was closer to the motel. “Have a good day at school, dude” John said as Dean got out. The thirteen year old slung his backpack over his shoulder “Thanks, Dad, I will.” He smiled, shutting the door and walking up to the entrance. John smiled back “Sammy, you can come sit up front with me if ya want” He said, looking at him from the rearview mirror.

Sam shook his head without looking up from his book “No, thanks” He said, turning the page. John nodded and started driving toward Robinson Elementary. Sam was still mad at John for keeping the whole monsters thing from him. And rightfully so but boy could that kid hold a grudge.

“Have a good day, kiddo” John said, parking in front of the school. Sam closed his book, nodded and got out of the Impala, shutting the door. John sighed as he made his way into the building. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him, Brooke.” He said, looking down at the three month old.

Brooke cooed and gave him a toothless grin as she chewed on her little gloved hand. John chuckled, driving out of the school parking lot and back to the motel. Once they were back John took off Brooke’s gloves “I know, angel. Let me get you a teething ring” He said, heading to the kitchenette as Brooke fussed. “It’s a good thing I picked some up when I got breakfast, huh?” He stated, opening the freezer and giving one to Brooke.

As soon as the ring was in her little hand she started crying and threw it on the floor. “It’s alright. Shh. We’ll go a different route” He soothed, bouncing her in his arms and opening a cabinet. John grabbed a whiskey bottle and set Brooke in her bassinet. Once he gently rubbed a droplet or two on her gums she calmed down. “See? All better” He smiled, laying her back down gently in her bassinet.

John had done that with his boys before so he really didn’t see a problem with it. “Daddy’s got some research to do so I’m sure you won’t mind watchin’ some Wiggles” He said, making a little fortress of pillows on the bed. Just as he was about to turn on the TV he heard Brooke wheezing. Walking over he saw that his little girl’s cheeks were red and splotchy and her eyes were getting puffy. “Oh shit” He whispered, grabbing Brooke and his keys.

The man bolted out the door, not bothering to lock it or put on his coat, and got into the Impala. John held Brooke close as he floored it to the hospital, praying the whole way. What would’ve been a sixteen minute drive from Econo Lodge to Summa Health System turned into only a five minute drive. John parked at the entrance and busted into the hospital, almost running into a doctor in the process. “Please help my baby!”” He said frantically, practically hyperventilating at this point.

A nurse took her gently from his arms and brought her to one of the exam rooms. The doctor put his hand on his shoulder “We’ll help, sir. Just take a deep breath and explain what happened.” When the doctor put his hand on John’s shoulder the latter felt a sense of calm wash over him. Dr. Custodio guided John to the seating area as he breathed deep “Alright, now what happened?” He asked, sitting down next to him.

Once John told him what had happened the doctor nodded “I’ve seen this pretty often. It’s likely your daughter is allergic to alcohol.” He said, standing up “I’ll go see how I can help and check back with you.” John nodded, standing as well “Thank you, Doctor” He said, shaking his hand. “No problem sir” Dr. Custodio smiled, letting go of his hand and walking off to the exam room.

“How is she, nurse?” Gabriel asked, shutting the door behind him. “A little better now. I’d do more but I’m afraid I’ll activate her powers before she’s ready.” Pele replied with her hand on Brooke’s stomach. Gabriel nodded, rolling up his sleeves “Alright, lemme take over” He said, walking to the other side of the table.

His usual honey colored eyes were bright blue as he put a glowing hand over the tiny baby before him. “Huh, not only is she allergic to alcohol but she also has asthma. Oh and Synesthesia.” Gabriel diagnosed as he continued to heal her. Soon Brooke’s cheeks and eyes were completely clear. Brooke cooed happily, grabbing at his big golden wings. Young kids and babies could see an angels wings.

Some adults could too but that meant that the angel was their guardian. Gabriel chuckled “You like those, huh?” He asked, bouncing her gently. Pele smiled “She’s growing up so fast” She remarked, playing with her curls. “Wanna hold her while I go give him an update?” Her friend asked. Pele nodded “I’d love to” She smiled, taking her gently from him.

Brooke cooed happily, grabbing at her mom’s long curls as Gabe stepped out and headed to the waiting room. John had not stopped pacing back and forth ever since the doctor went into the exam room. “How is she?” The worried father asked, chewing on his thumbnail nervously. “She’s doing just fine right now. We ran some tests and found that she is allergic to alcohol. She also has asthma but that shouldn’t affect her until she’s older.” He explained.

“Thank God” John said, looking up and breathing a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in until now. “What do I do about her teething then?” He asked, looking at the doctor. “I suggest a cool washcloth and if that doesn’t work then tray a warm one” Dr. Custodio recommended. John nodded “When can I take her home?” He asked, switching his weight to one foot. “I’d like to keep her here for a day or two to keep an eye on her. But you’re welcome to go ahead and see her” He smiled.

John nodded, smiling back “Thanks again, doctor” He said, putting his hand out for him to shake. Dr. Custodio shook his hand, patting him arm “No problem, sir” He said before walking off down the hall. The nurse walked out of the room just as John was walking over “I’ll be by later to bring her some formula.” She smiled. The man nodded, smiling back and looking at her nametag “Thank you, Ember” He said. “It’s no problem. Oh, I need your names” She told him.

“I’m Archer Yar and she’s Natasha.” He replied. Ember nodded “Alright, thank you, Mr. Yar.” She said, heading over to the receptionist’s desk. ‘Of all the names you could’ve picked, John, you decide to go with some from Star Trek? What a nerd.’ She thought, chuckling to herself. John walked in and gingerly picked his babygirl up “Hey, princess. You doin’ alright?” He asked softly, sitting down in the little rocking chair by the bed. “I’m sorry for what I did, sweetheart.” The Hunter told her, kissing her head gently.

Pele stood by the door out of John’s line of sight and smiled, knowing she made the right choice. John rubbed her cheek with his thumb gently “You don’t know how much I love you, pumpkin” He whispered as he rocked in the chair. Brooke grinned slightly, slowly dozing off. John chuckled, glancing over at the clock and seeing it was nearing three. Grabbing his phone from his shirt pocket he dialed on of his friends.

It rang a few times before a man’s voice came through “Hello?”  John held the phone between his shoulder and ear “Hey, Caleb, it’s John. Are you anywhere near Summa Health in Akron?” He asked. “Yeah, I just got done with a hunt in Cuyahoga Falls, why? Something happen?” John got up, bouncing the sleeping baby in his arms “Long story short Brooke’s allergic to alcohol and they wanna keep her for a few days for observation. I just need a favor from you. Do you mind picking the boys up from school?”

“Course not. Just give me the directions and I’m there, man.” A few minutes went by and two young boys walked in with a man “Excuse me, ma’am” He smiled at the receptionist. “Can you tell me where Archer and Natasha Yar are?” The man questioned. The receptionist looked up from her magazine “Room 12. Right down the hall” She replied. Caleb nodded “Thank you. C’mon kiddos” He said, heading down the direction with the boys.

Caleb knocked on the door before opening to reveal John in the rocking chair feeding Brooke. “Hey, boys” He greeted as they ran in. “Hey, Dad. What happened?” Dean asked, getting on the bed with Sam. “I screwed up.” John said simply. “You remember when I would rub Sam’s gums with alcohol to help ‘em?” He asked. His eldest nodded “Yeah I remember” He said.

“Well, as it turns out Brooke’s allergic” John said, putting the bottle on the nightstand and patting her back gently. “Not really your fault, Dad” Sam spoke up. That was the first full sentence he had gotten from him in awhile. John smiled “Still I should’ve had her tested like I had you both tested for your allergies. I knew better but I assumed she’d be alright.” He told them. “And do you know what happens when you assume?” Their father questioned.

Both boys grinned “You make an ass out of you!” They said in unison. “That’s right” John chuckled. Caleb smiled “So is she gonna be okay?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe. John nodded “Yeah, she’ll be fine. The doctor fixed her up real good” He said. “Does that mean we have to spend the night here?” Dean asked.

John nodded “Fraid so, dude” He replied. “Or I can take em back to the motel and watch em until y’all come back” Caleb offered. “You sure?” John asked, looking up at him. The younger Hunter nodded “Positive. It’s been awhile since I’ve hung out with these brats” He said jokingly. John chuckled “Alright, thanks, man.”

Once the two days were up everything went back to the way it had been before.

Easter-April 19, 1992

The Winchesters were in Cape Elizabeth, Maine to visit John’s mom, Millie, and his stepdad, Oscar. They both owned a bed and breakfast called Sandcastle Cove. The fifty-seven year old woman waited on the front porch eagerly despite it being cold. Once the Impala pulled up Millie jogged over “I’m so happy to see you!” She smiled, hugging Sam and Dean tightly once they were out of the car. The boys hugged her back, smiling “Good to see you, too, Grandma” Sam said.

They really didn’t get to see each other very often but John tried to visit every Easter. Millie kissed their heads “You’ve both gotten so big!” She observed as John got out of the car. “Now, what’s this I hear about a new grandbaby?” She asked, turning to her son. John smiled, raising up the bassinet that had a four month old Brooke nestled inside.

Millie beamed “Oh, my goodness! She gorgeous, Johnny” She declared, gently scooping her out of the bassinet. Brooke cooed, grinning at her and showing off her first tooth. “Come on inside. There’s cookies waiting for you” She smiled, walking up the pathway with them. “Where’s Grandpa?” Sam asked, opening the door and walking inside. “He’s down at his auto shop. He’ll be back in a little bit” Millie told them, shutting the door once everyone was inside.

Oscar was the one who taught John everything he knew about cars. “If the weather permits would you two like to go hunt for Easter eggs with some of the local kids?” Millie asked, rocking Brooke gently and holding her close. “Yeah!” The boys exclaimed, munching down on their cookies. Just then the front door opened to Oscar. “Grandpa!” The boys said happily, running over to hug him. Oscar laughed heartily “Hey, boys! Have a good drive?” He asked, hugging them back.

“Yeah! We got to explore the lighthouse yesterday!” Sam grinned. “Ah, Two Lights. I know it well” Oscar nodded, smiling and ruffling his hair. Millie smiled “Ozzy, come meet your granddaughter” She said. Oscar walked over and gently took the baby from Millie’s arms “She’s beautiful” He smiled, looking down at her.

Once they all got acquainted Millie took the kids to the back porch to let them try their hand at whittling. They had learned when they were there last Easter. Millie sat in the rocking chair, feeding Brooke while they whittled. “You boys remember what to do right?” She asked. Sam and Dean nodded “Yes, ma’am” They said in unison, getting started.

After whittling their creations they showed them off to Oscar and John. “I tried to make the Impala” Dean said, holding it up to show them. John smiled, taking it from him gently “It looks just like it. Good job, son” He said, clapping his back. Dean smiled happily “Thanks, Dad” He beamed. “What’d you make, Sammy?” John asked, looking over at him.

“A box!” He smiled, holding it up for them to see. John smiled, taking it from him “Very nice, Sammy” He praised. “We’ll have to sand em down and lacquer or paint em” Oscar smiled. Millie looked out the window “You guys’ll have to do it later because the kids are coming. You boys ready to hunt some eggs?” She asked. “Yeah!” The boys exclaimed, grabbing a basket each.

Millie took them to the big backyard where the kids were gathered. “It’s good to see you all again!” She smiled, looking at them all “I only have one rule: Have fun!” With that the kids were off to look for eggs and Millie went back inside. Sam saw a bright green egg by the swing set.

Once he got close enough to it one of the bigger kids shoved him out of the way and picked it up. “Hey, that’s mine! I saw it first!” Sam glared, getting up and dusting himself off. The boy shrugged “So? I got it first, squirt” He smirked, pushing him again. “Hey! Give it to him and leave him alone!” came a voice.

The boy turned around and was met with candy apple green eyes glaring at him. If looks could kill the older boy would be dust. “Or what, freckles?” He taunted, pushing him slightly. “Or this!” Dean said, punching him square in the jaw. As soon as he punched him he felt pain in his knuckles.

The older boy grabbed his throbbing jaw and glared at Dean “You asked for it!” He declared, tackling him to the ground. The other kids gathered around chanting for them to fight as Sam ran inside to get someone. By the time John had come out Dean had the upper hand. Wading through the sea of children John pulled Dean off the other kid.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hold it!” He raised his voice, holding the other boy back with one hand as the chanting died down. “You have some explaining to do, boy” John said sternly, looking at Dean. They walked back inside with John’s hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Go back to hunting eggs, everyone” Millie said before pointing to the boy that started it all “Except for you. You can go home.”

John handed Dean a bag of ice and sat down next to him at the kitchen table. “Wanna explain what happened out there?” He asked as Dean iced his hand. His eldest son nodded, looking down. “Kid was picking on Sammy then he pushed me. So I punched him and he tackled me.” He explained.

“Am I in trouble?” He asked, looking back up at him. John shook his head “Nah” He said, smiling slightly “But I am gonna teach ya how to punch without hurting your knuckles, though” John chuckled, ruffling his hair.

That was an Easter they’d never forget.

[mtnkat3]

My ramblings of a broken soul. No one read. Can't see thruthe tears.

Let's see...what's my plan... well... God nixed all the good ones so... since I feel like crawling in a hole & dying right now... after on the 14th I'll go to the big cnty over & find all the alcohol I like. Moonlight apple pie moonshine [w/Sprite & torain caramel sauce]. Sotheby's hard cider. Oh I wanna try bourbon & maybe some jim beam. Who gives a damn about my liver anymore. Then I'll rent a car & go to the beach for awhile & drown myself. Oh & make sure I have. Ice cream. M&ms & hersey syrup. Can't forget them. Damn delicious dreams memories I fucked up!!!! Damnit. Can't see. Then I'm gonna go be a her.it in the mtns. Don't know why I thought I had a chance to be really happy & gave a family. Hell. This is the 3rd time at divorce I pushed wh this time & said enough. Has lied so many times & kept hanging on to me. Well now I km now. But God thru in surgery. Now The men that I adore hate my guts. And I am a sch.uck.for ever believing I deserved better!!! I've worked so hard to be better! But I must've become a monster! I mean look at me! Good men are walking away from me!!! Damn wh! And damn me in q997 believing his lies! And damn me for thinking that I deserved happiness & soul mate love! I don't wanna let go but ya'll have already thrown my keys in. My face I mean ya'll have been pushing & pushing. What else am I to think. Yeah I know they are tests. But why. Tell me that. Said come what may we'll be together. Then it became a trigger because I felt so lost without you! When ya'll disappeared I flipped out. But I had no way to do anything. In the time yall have known me... 4 relatives have died. I didn't get closure. I never do. I have seen too much death. So all I could do... rebuild plans. Over & over. But kept getting blockades. Even working at the store was the wrong move. Why. God was blocking me. Wanted this time, this growth, this atty. I dunno why. I thought earlier I did. But. Why why why why why!?!?!?!?!?!? I really need something to smash. But laying here. Nope. I need a punching bag, pool & dance space. Then I can scream, wail, moan, punch my hand thru the wall & no one will care. Hell. No one does now. Funny. People just don't know me. Have no clue about me. Heck I gave yall my keys. But you e thrown me back like a dead fish. My gosh I am a fool. I dunno why writing this angst to yall. Ot a clue. Hate all the cussing though. Another wh thing. I am just too damaged I guess. I thought I was healing & gonna be able to hold myself together. But. Loop de loop!!! There be the men I've always afored.... & they hate my guts nke. Psyche!!!! What did you expect t!?!?!?!? Yall are special men, that people gravitate towards because yall ate good & loving. Me... ghost. Wth did I think!?!?!?!!?!? My gosh I am 10 Tim's the fool for thinking yall could live me!!!!!!!+++++ i.mean Inwas called a ghost in hs so wth did.i nexpect !?!*#:#()@&^()

Time to just stop. No one gives a dsm. Anyways. More.foll.I. stupid idiot. Time to bask into my pillow until

I love the men Infsiled. I'm not good enough for. Kept trying & trying. Dsmn stupid ass fat cow wrench . Thinking they would want me

Tears

Bed.

I love yall even though I don't deserve yall

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[angelkurenai]

Never have I ever - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Never have I ever

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: It’s a dirty version so I guess you can imagine, but also lots of fluff

Imagine: Imagine playing a game of ‘Never have I ever’ with Team Free Will which leads to things being revealed from a certain hunter you’ve had feelings for very long.

A/N: Yall I wrote this so long ago that I can’t even remember. Now I am seriously in need of some Sam and Cas lovin’ but all that once requests open!

“Alright, alright I think I might have a good one. Never have I ever-” you smirked as you looked around you from Sam, to Cas and then your green-eyed crush Dean “-called someone the wrong name during sex.” you smiled as Sam chuckled.

“I have never.” Cas said simply “And I still don't understand what is the purpose in talking during-”

“Cas!” you cut him off sharply with a chuckle following “It's just- just answer the question. I'll explain it all to you later when we're alone.”

“You'll what?” Dean exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up as you smiled softly to yourself at how it always got to him like this. Maybe you weren't a thing and maybe you had no idea about his feelings for you yet but seeing him have small bursts of jealousy like this made your heart flutter.

“Relax, Winchester. I'm not gonna corrupt him.” you shook your head.

“Anyway-” Sam cleared his throat, giving his brother a look as Dean relaxed visibly relax but still give a warning look to the blue-eyed angel “I have never, either. You?”

“I have never.” you said, shaking your head “Dean-o?”

“I-” he started, shifting uncomfortably in his place and giving his brother a hard glare when he saw the smirk on his face. Was it a knowing smirk?

“I have.” he sighed, shrugging and your eyebrows shot up as you smirked interested.

“Oh do tell? Which girl and what name?”

“Huh?” he blinked, looking a little too terrified.

“Which girl did you sleep with that you called another name? And what name was that? Who were you really thinking of Dean?”

“Yeah, Dean who were you really thinking of?” Sam asked with a smug smiled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Shut up!” he growled, throwing a pillow at Sam that he grabbed from your bed “Alright, I'm next!” he tried to change the subject but you already were set on finding out sooner or later and if he wasn't going to tell you, you'd get it out of Sam “Never have I ever... sent a dirty text to the wrong person.” he said, looking at his brother.

“Uh I- I have never, no. Not as far as I can remember.”

“Not even in college?” you asked.

“Nah” he shook his head.

“I, well, I am not an expert in using my phone to begin with but I- I have never, no.” Cas said with a shrug.

“I, well-” you snickered “I have, actually, in a way.”

“Really? Who?” Dean frowned “And wait- who was it meant for?”

“Well, it was so much text as... photo.” you shrugged and Dean's eyebrows shot up in interest.

“Who?” Cas asked more curious than interested in the photo itself like Dean himself.

“Uh that... that would be me.” Sam raised his hand and you giggled. When he received it he would avoid being with you in the same room for a week. And whenever it happened he would either blush like a mad or stutter like he didn't even know how to talk. It was adorable, and to think the photo wasn't that revealing.

“Come again?!” Dean asked in a rough voice and you giggled.

“Well, it wasn't anything revealing. Not a nude per say, I was just having a bath, lots of bubbles for sure but there were some good parts of skin showing too and let's not talk about the caption.” you giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up because of course you had been embarrassed at first but it was over so you didn't care.

“If you so dare still have that photo...” Dean said in a rough voice to his brother who only rolled his eyes.

“I don't, alright? I deleted it when she first sent it. For the love of.”

“Either way- what about you, Dean?”

“Uh I have, plenty of times.” he shrugged, leaning back on your bed “And it always somehow ended up in my favor.”

“Obviously.” you rolled your eyes.

“Alright uh my turn. Never have I ever... butt dialed someone while in a compromising position.” Sam said.

“Oh Sammy, I love the big words you use.” you giggled as he hit your shoulder playfully.

“I... have never.” Cas said with a small shrug.

“You literally all the time, Cas. You never have anything, we need to change that.” you winked “But uhm I have never, either.”

“You better not sweetheart.” Dean said “Uhm I have never, either.”

“Alright, it is my turn right?” Cas spoke and you nodded your head as he squinted his eyes in concentration.

“It's like I can hear the gear in his head spinning.” Dean chuckled “Never have I ever watched the bees? Never have I ever hunted the devil? Never have I ever died at least once in my life?” Dean snickered as he played with his beer “I really wonder what the next one will be.” he brought the beer to his lips.

“Never have I ever given of received a lap dance.” Cas said simply, and as expected Dean choked on his beer.

Both you and Sam burst into laughter as none of the three of you couldn't help your surprise at what the angel had said “That's my boy!” you giggled “Good job Cas! And I have never, by the way.”

“I did some research.” the angel said with pride and a small smile.

“Seeing as Dean is still coughing and trying to recover, I'll go and say I actually have.” Sam said in between laughter.

“Given of received?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Received.” he said a little more bashfully and you smiled at your best friend.

“Cas?” you asked.

“Uh I have never.” he said and you finally looked at Dean.

“You alive?” you giggled as he stared at you with a what-do-you-think look.

“Uh alright, trying to get over the shock. Uhm I have.” he said, clearing his throat.

“Received or given?” you asked with a smirk, wanting to know more if he had done the latter.

“Uh I-” he cleared his throat, suddenly really interested in his beer's label “I don't rememb-”

“Cut the crap!” you kicked his foot as he huffed.

“Alright, both. Happy?” he said a little grumpily as you saw the tips of his ears turn red as a blush started to creep up his neck.

“Wow that... is really something I'd like to see.” you chuckled as Dean tried to avoid everybody's gaze.

“I certainly fucking don't.” Sam said in disgusted voice as he shuddered “I didn't need that piece of information.”

“Hey Sammy, be open now yeah?” you snickered, teasing Dean a little more “Maybe your brother wants one day to get out of the life, stop hunting, get a perfect house with  white picket fence, have the apple-pie life and... be a stripper! There's nothing wrong with that!” you said as Sam chuckled.

“Alright, can we continue with the fucking game already?” Dean exclaimed, his voice a little squeaky “And why do you have to comment on everything I say?”

“Because it's fun to watch you blush.” you grinned only making him more uncomfortable and bashful – ha this really was a sight you never thought you'd see “Alright, I ask. Uhm never have I ever... gone skinny dipping with someone in a hotel pool.”

“Uhm alright-” Dean took a sip of his beer “Since I've been stuck with moose in every hotel I went and he usually scares women away, I have never actually. But alone, yeah plenty of times.”

“Ugh I'm seriously trying to forget that one time.” Sam made a face “Uhm I have never.” he said, drinking some of his own beer.

“Uh I have never either.” Cas shook his head.

“Come on, you guys are no fun.” you scoffed as Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You have?” he asked in surprise.

“Yeah, why? I mean, sure I surprised myself a little bit with that choice as well, but it was just once and my partner, well, I couldn't say no to that cheeky smile and- the rest is not for you to hear.” you chuckled.

“Who the hell was it?” Dean growled slightly.

“The guy with those triangle tattoos, wasn't it?” Sam asked before you could say anything and you grinned, nodding your head. You were pretty smitten with him and Sam had noticed.

“Using big words again huh Sammy?” you chuckled “They are more than that, but yeah him.”

“Who?”

“You don't know him. It was in a case you had not joined us.” you mumbled “Ok, your turn now!”

He huffed a little angrily as he still seemed to duel on what you had said almost looking a little offended you had not... picked him? Well, that's what it looked like.

“Ok.” he cleared his throat “Never have I ever.... had phone sex. Simple. Not sexting, just you know- talking on the phone and the rest.”

“Uhm I have never, no.” Sam shook his head as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sammy you know lying is bad, right? Also lying in this game gets you punished in this game.” you said with a smirk and he shifted in his place.

“No, I'm saying the truth. I just- it was only through texts. That's all.” he shrugged, drinking some of his beer.

“Let's say I believe you. Cassie?”

“Uhm I have never, not really. Although I do not think I really know what form of intercourse that is but- still.” he shrugged “I am not familiar with all the positions.”

“Obviously again.” you chuckled “Well, I have never either. You?”

“Once or twice.” he shrugged and you scoffed, muttering an “Of course” because you knew it wasn't just once or twice.

“Alright, my turn. Uhm-” Sam paused in thought before a big grin spread on his face, looking at his brother “Never have I ever... fallen in love with another hunter. Hard and for very long time. Oh and not told them. Oh oh and wanted to leave the life for them”

“You sly bast-” Dean said through gritted teeth.

“Why?” you asked “It's an easy one. Cas, have you?”

“None that I know of, no.” he shook his head and you giggled.

“Alright, I have. Once and... it still hasn't ended, but you get it. It's hard.” you looked down at your hands, afraid for a moment to meet Dean's eyes as if he would see right away that it was him.

“What about you Dean?” Castiel asked the question next to you and you watched out of the corner of your eye at the older Winchester who seemed like a fish out of water gaping.

“Yeah, what about you Dean? And don't forget, you have to answer.”

“Well, yes. Ok happy? I have actually for a long time.” he said so fast you could hardly understand “Bitch.”

“Jerk” Sam spoke back with a satisfied smile.

“Who?” you caught yourself whispering before you could stop yourself.

How could he even answer that now?

[deojoon]

macaroons : 1

crossposted on ao3

/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

not telling yall what series this belong to or what’s the ship in this fic yet

Summary:

Imagine this you’ve gotten comfortable with your delightful apple pie but then you see macaroons, knowing how expensive it is, how rare and how you shouldn’t wanna try it but unfortunately your stomach has other plans. Well, it was the exact case for kihyun at least. or how kihyun and yoongi ended up in this confusing drama called ‘life’

Notes:

as i was writing angel part 2 i thought os this and wrote it. I was supposed to be doing my chemistry hw but fuck it. i like writing more anyways. it might not be as long as i estimated to be but its also gonna start a series. once i get to the plot. i have 2 other new series im writing at the same time this one and sky blue. I’m a creative mess. but yall love it ! ill try to update something every day in december, because ultimately im doing this to practice my writing. anyways enjoy this new series hehe i promise it all fluffy with humor maybe slight angst but i really dont know yet. ill stop rambling enjoy !

Imagine this you’ve gotten comfortable with your delightful apple pie but then you see macaroons, knowing how expensive it is, how rare and how you shouldn’t wanna try it but unfortunately your stomach has other plans. Well, it was the exact case for kihyun at least.

Kihyun knew better than to go to the new maid café with a famous bakery around the corner from his apartment. He immediately regrets it as he approaches, he sees a long line but luckily he moved quickly and was able to get a spot behind the door. A boy in a butler costume approached him

“ hello sir, here’s our menu so you’re ready to go inside and order !” he said with too much energy for kihyun’s liking.

But he takes the menu and said thank you regardless.

Knowing he shouldn’t splurge with his money, already knowing what Yoongi would say if he was there. As he got closer inside he thought it was getting progressively worse, how much he loved the simle but warming atmosphere. The cherry on top was the cute bakery associate in a maids costume, with her blinding smil- okay so it was more than one thing that’s keeping him here but that irrelevant.

Kihyun pouts as he’s unconsciously waiting in line, moving when necessary. Kihyun being himself, was too busy cursing himself to realize it was his turn to order.

“ excuse me, master ? are you ready” the woman with a blinding smile said

“uh.sure.i kinda want the macaroons but at the same time, the apple pie” kihyun stuttered, getting lost in her eyes.

“Mm, our pastry chef makes the best apple pie ! I recommend that” the woman said charmingly

Kihyun was so anxious he just nodded, knowing its better to be safe than sorry.

A woman in a chefs coat came out with a permanent scowl on her face and a pan full of cakes. She places them in the display window and looks and kihyun.

“kid, since you sound interested in my stupid fucking expensive pastries ill let you get some for free” the tall woman in a big chef’s coat said while throwing stuff in a cute box.

The woman in the maids’ outfit looks star struck when she saw the scowling other.

“kitten, stop watching me and finish the transaction” the tall woman snapped

“yes boss ! is that all master” the woman called ‘kitten’ said

“yeah”

“Your total is $3.25”

‘that cheap ?, wait what the hell’ kihyun thought while grabbing his wallet

“kitten’ noticed his face and giggled then winked

“boss told me to shh ! make sure to come back”

Kihyun nodded and grabbed his baked goods.

He shook his head as he made his way out of the café.

We walked back to his apartment, opens the door to see Yoongi sitting on the couch.

“your finally back did you get anything for me?” Yoongi grumbled

Kihyun looked at his roommate while taking his shoes off at the front door in the cramped apartment

“you told me not to get you anything dickhole”

Yoongi groaned

“fine”

As he throws himself on the couch.

Kihyun shakes his head at his friend’s childish behavior and walks over to the kitchen to put his goods away

[hansmannette]

Every question with 1 for Cala and 2 for Angelika (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

JESUS

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?her full name is calamondin but she never tells anyone bc she thinks being named after oranges is embarrassing....shes right

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?cala is nervous around children since she doesnt really know how to entertain them but the young witches and even some sages really like her and will come to her after their studies to show her whatever they learned that day... she thinks its adorable...  i dont think she will want to have children bc of the uncertain future for the umbra BUT if she had children she would sacrifice anything for them and try to be the mom possible

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?calas diet consists of meat and cake.... tbh...... ironically shes allergic to citrus fruits....and plants...most plants really

12. What is their favourite food?MEAT AND UH her favorite sweet dish is gaz

13. What is their least favourite food?fruit in general especially the sour apples angelika usually makes her eat

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?she remembers the times her mom would make gaz fondly but its been a long time

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?absolute disaster, she can bake tho

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? cala collects flowers and dries them, especially lavender to put it around her room

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?she doesnt have any photos, she likes to look at pictures of other cities in the library books tho

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything elseshe doesnt spend much time with any of those

19. What’s their least favourite genres?i....dont know..........

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?cala can be extremely hurtful when shes mad at someone or just overwhelmed by something and that happens a lot...

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?shes drunk whenever theres alcohol anywhere and it doesnt take her much to get drunk tbh... shes a drinking master tho so she never has a hangover and is usually the first one up in the morning to take care of everyone who wasnt as lucky

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?cala is pan i think.... she hasnt thought much about it. she likes people who are broken but also smart, vain and well... physically attractive... tho she will find pretty much anyone attractive if she likes them enough 

ok....now angi

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?idk if thats a real title but... she summons iustitia so.... the sage of justice idk whatever

12. What is their favourite food? pie...any pie...really....maybe apple pie

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?yea she likes whatever the fuck the affinities are screaming and the sound of witches in pain

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?no matter what happens angelika is.... uncomfortably calm.... she doesnt snap at you she just lets you know you fucked up for several weeks

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?shes never vocal about that and thinks insults are vulgar so.... she probably just thinks about it

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?very good, never forgets anything tbh, could be the keeper of lumen memories since she looks like shes been around for at least 5 million years and probably still remembers what the lumen elder from 400 years ago wore for his coronation ceremony

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?angelika never sleeps... ever... no one really knows what shes doing at night but shes definitely not sleeping

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?she will laugh when one of her students makes a clever comment and they think shes hilarous too but no one else has really seen her laugh... except for the one time cala saw a decoration for the first time and angelika almost choked

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? she just smiles... its kinda cute actually, when shes smiling really wide you can see her gold tooth

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like when they are sad?her past makes her sad but she never cries

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?she used to be really afraid of not being able to control a summon during her lessons fearing she might put her students in danger but lately shes way more afraid that cala might find out about her past doings

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? she doesnt really care about and doesnt want to know in the first place, but if they tell her anyway she wont say anything about it

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?YALL KNOW...... yea she like white feathery gowns with gold embroidery bc shes.... such a tiny woman.... it makes her appear more impressive... also when she was younger her hair was brown, longer and a bit wavy

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?her goal is to live in fucking peace and shes a damn cowards so she wouldnt risk anything for anyone

[hasta-impalasta]

His Last Request - Pt. 8: An Exciting Breakfast

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: “Panic attack hangover,” nosy neighbors, fluff on fluff

Word Count: 5100ish

Summary: Dean and The Reader adjust to their new “apple-pie-life”

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me during my long hiatus. I’m not super proud of this chapter as I was a little rusty from my long break but hopefully its alright. It’s the fluffiest chapter I’ve written for this series so it felt a little awkward to me tbh Thank you @torn-and-frayed for helping me think up a name for the nosy neighbor OC haha Hope yall enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated!

x

Masterlist

“Wawa….Wawa…”

You grimaced and scrunched your eyes together even harder as you felt tiny fingers poking your face.

“Wawa…Wawa! Wake up, Wawa!”

“Nooo, I don’t wanna go to Wawa…” You murmured sleepily, rolling your face into the pillow and away from the disturbance.

“Looks like she’s not budging, Jen,” You heard Dean’s voice pipe up. “Time to take some drastic measures.”

You heard Jenny giggle and your eyes shot open just as Dean yelled, “Baby Bomb!”

You felt a weight slam into your back and Jenny let out a chain of giggles in response to your “Oomph!”

“Wawa! Wake up!” She commanded, crawling up towards your head. You rolled over slowly and gently enough for Jenny to easily slide off of you and onto the mattress. You noticed Dean sitting at the edge of the bed laughing at you.

“What happened to ‘I got her, you just go back to sleep.’” You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Breakfast happened,” Dean chuckled.

“Bake-fast!” Jenny repeated cheerily. She crawled towards you and you felt her tiny hands push against your cheeks as she began to climb over your head. You let out playful grunts as she rolled over and laid on top of you.

“Wake up, Wawa!” She yelled as she did snow angels against your face. Dean let out a loud laugh as he saw you struggle against the toddler, tossing and turning your head against her little body.

“Okay, okay, I’m awake,” You chuckled. 

Dean laughed and saved you from Jenny’s weight by picking her up and holding her in his arms. You looked up at him and saw his smile slowly fade into gentle concern. “You okay?” He asked, reaching out a hand and gently stroking a strand of hair from your face.

“Ugh, Dean,” You groaned, brushing his hand away. “Please, no hovering today. You know how much I hate that. I just got a little overwhelmed. I’m good, I promise.”

“Yeah, but-” “Huuuuuuungry!” Jenny whined impatiently, softly smacking Dean’s cheek with her palm. Dean dramatically acted like he got hit with a knock out punch and then lifted his head to give his little niece a crooked smile.

“Alright, Jenny. The adults hear yah. Let’s go get some pancakes,” He conceded. Jenny clapped and cheered in response.

“Pancakes?” You perked up.

Dean chuckled and gave you a wink. “Gotta get out of bed if you want them.”

You whined and pulled the blanket over your head. Dean laughed and got up from the edge of your bed.

“Better hurry before Jenny eats them all,” He warned. You grunted in response and waved him away. He chuckled and secured Jenny is arms as he walked out of the master bedroom.

“Your aunt is so lazy,” You heard Dean gossip to Jenny.

For the next few minutes, you hid under the security of the blankets and squeezed the sheets beneath you. Despite the assurances you gave Dean, you couldn’t help but be nervous. This was a whole new world and it only took one night for you to crumble under the pressure.

Sure, this wasn’t the first time you broke down in front of Dean, but you had been so strong for the past month that the “panic attack hangover” was a huge kick to your pride.

After a few more minutes of kicking yourself, you quite literally rolled out of bed. You got up and shuffled into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror to see your hair had turned into a massive bird’s nest on top of your head. Your face was still a little puffy from all your crying the previous night and your eyes still had red rims around them.

The last thing you wanted was Dean being overly sympathetic and helicoptering you so you quickly washed your face, brushed your teeth, and spent what felt like ages detangling your hair. Once you looked like you hadn’t suffered a massive breakdown several hours ago, you made your way down the stairs.

In the kitchen, you saw Dean sitting at the table while Jenny sat in her high chair. Jenny had a very determined look on her face as she crushed a pancake into tiny, fluffy debris along her tray. She always felt the need to conquer her food before eating it.

Dean hadn’t heard you come in. His attention was focused on a picture frame in his hand, which you found ironic since the scene in front of you seemed like a picture perfect. The once most feared hunter that helped stop the apocalypse looked like a domesticated dad reading his morning paper. You noticed a bunch of framed photos had been taken from the shelves and strewn across the table. You walked a bit closer to see that you were in every single one of them.

Jenny finally noticed your presence and let out a cheerful squeal.

“Wawa!” She exclaimed, waving at you and tossing pancake confetti into the air.

Dean’s head shot up at her voice and began saying, “That’s right, Jen! Wa-“ but stopped abruptly when he saw you standing there. You gave him a smile and turned your attention back to Jenny.

“Well someone is certainly lively this morning,” You laughed as you walked over to Jenny and pulled her from her high chair to give her a morning hug. You smacked a kiss against her cheek before blowing raspberries into her neck.

She let out a squeal of a giggle and wrapped her arms around your neck, smashing her cheek against yours. You suddenly felt ridiculous for thinking she hated you.

You heard Dean’s chair loudly scrape across the wood floor as he got up. He cautiously approached you, rubbing his neck and giving you a nervous smile. The safety of the blanket no longer blocked the awkward atmosphere the “panic attack hangover” had caused. You tensed as you looked into Dean’s concerned eyes and saw him lift his arms towards you.

“Dean, stop hovering,” You complained. He froze with his arms still outstretched. You sighed and continued, “Like I said, I. Am. Fine. Things just got a little overwhelming last night. I’m good now. I don’t need you to coddle me.”

Dean studied you for a bit and then smiled, his arms still in the air.

“So just because you’re a badass I can’t give my two best girls a hug?” He teased.

You smiled, shaking your head and rolling your eyes as you responded, “Well, if you must.”

He chuckled and engulfed Jenny and you into his arms. You propped Jenny on one arm and wrapped your other around Dean’s midsection. He lingered longer than usual, not that you minded. 

“Y/N, don’t beat yourself up. It was a lot at once. Like you said, you were overwhelmed. Truth is, I’m pretty freaked out too. I haven’t done this since I was four,” He admitted. “We’ll just take this apple-pie-life one step at a time, okay?” You wanted to say something snarky. Something that would poke fun at your panic attack last night in order to make light of it. Something to lessen this heavy atmosphere.

But all you could manage was a very small, “Okay.”

You closed your eyes and leaned your head into him, feeling a warm and calming sensation as you were smushed against your family. His arms tightened around you and Jenny. He always had a way of making you feel incredibly safe and secure.

“Bama stahp!” Jenny screeched, squirming and fighting to escape the human sandwich. You pulled away and furrowed your brows at her in confusion.

“Bama?” You questioned, looking up at Dean. Dean looked down at you sheepishly, keeping an arm around your shoulder and rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

“Yeah, it’s a –uh- work in progress...” He explained.

“Bama...” You repeated thoughtfully. “Is this some kind of code? Is this why she kept calling me Wawa this morning? Like the gas station?”

“What? Aw man, I didn’t even think of it that way,” Dean groaned, as if long hours of hard work just went down the toilet.

“What? What’s Bama and Wawa?” You asked.

“Bama and Wawa!” Jenny repeated, pointing at you and Dean. Dean sighed and ruffled Jenny’s hair in approval. She giggled and clapped from Dean’s gesture of praise.

“It’s supposed to be…Batman and Wonder Woman,” Dean explained, a blush rising to his face. “But she can’t really say it so ‘Bama’ and ‘Wawa’ what we settled for.”

“Bama and Wawa,” You said aloud. The words felt so childish and foreign, but Jenny happily repeated the names. They rolled off her tongue so easily that perhaps they would eventually do the same for you.

“Well, I tried teaching her to say your name earlier, but from the way she was smiling and giggling I think she sees not saying your name as a game. I blame you for it,” Dean laughed. You scoffed and Dean held up his arms in defense. “You’re the one that always tickles her or pokes her whenever she refuses to say it. You even make this silly face.”

Dean scrunched up his eyes and nose while pursing his lips together, perfectly mimicking you. You smirked and put your hand on his face, pushing it and all its ridiculousness away. He laughed and grabbed your hand. When you didn’t pull back he continued to hold it, brushing his thumb against your palm.

“Anyway, I tried thinking up nicknames or something. I didn’t want her to call us mom and dad because that’s not what we are,” Dean stated. He took a deep breath before continuing, “Even though I think you’d be a perfect mom to her, I don’t want her to call me dad. I don’t want to replace Sam.”

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand in reassurance. He gave you a weak smile in response and continued, “So I thought, why not our nicknames for each other? I brought out some pictures and pointed us out to her and she seemed to pick it up pretty fast.”

He reached out with his free hand and tickled under Jenny’s neck, making her giggle.

“She’s just as smart as she is stubborn. Just like Sammy,” Dean said sadly with a hint of pride.

His words sunk in as you said, “You…You gave up Unca Bean for Bama?”

“And for Wawa,” Dean expanded. He smirked and rubbed his thumb along your hand as he declared, “I’d give up being called a bean any day for you.”

You laughed but practically swallowed your giggles as you made eye contact with him. Your heart fluttered as his expression said that he would give up way more than just a sentimental nickname for you. His lips parted slightly as he looked your face up and down. He slowly began moving closer towards you until Jenny’s voice sliced through the tension.

“Bakefast!” Jenny cried in your arms. You and Dean jumped a bit, almost forgetting she was in your arms. You chuckled at your irritated niece.

“I’m sorry, Jen. The adults are being annoying, aren’t they?” You asked in a silly voice. Jenny nodded despite not fully grasping your question, causing you and Dean to laugh. You let go of Dean’s hand and placed Jenny back into her high chair, where she blissfully continued smashing her breakfast into tiny bits and shoving fistfuls of the crumbs into her mouth.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” You heard Dean say. You turned and watched him walk towards the kitchen counter and pick up the envelope Bobby had handed him last night. He pulled out the documents and then flipped the envelop over and shook it above his hand. Two gold wedding bands fell into his palm. 

His smile at you as he held to wedding rings caused a very loud THUMP to echo in your chest.

He walked over towards you and held out the smaller ring towards you.

“You ready to- oh, hang on,” Dean stopped and got down on one knee and looked up at you with a playful smirk. “You ready to be a Kent, Y/N?”

You giggled and despite the thumping speeding up and began to joke, “Why, Dean, I thought you’d never-”

Your words trailed off as he slid Karen Singer’s wedding ring down your finger. It was on the wrong hand but you didn’t have the heart to correct him. He didn’t let go of your hand as he stood back up and stared down at the rings on both your ring fingers.

The tension between the two of you was becoming far too much. It felt like your head was going to pop from all the thoughts running a million miles an hour through your head. The only way you knew how to solve the overwhelming feeling was through very poorly timed humor.

You looked at the ring on your hand and grimaced.

“What?” Dean asked, confused.

“You bought a simple gold ring when I wanted white gold? I don’t even know if you know me. How can we get married when you make such a mistake?” You asked, playing the role as the spoiled rich housewife you and Dean would watch on Dr. Sexy, M.D.

“Oh, shut up,” Dean said, rolling his eyes and pushing your shoulder. “Way to ruin a moment.”

Unfortunately, you were on a roll and didn’t plan on stopping.

“No, Dean! I’m having a crisis about our marriage and you’re telling me to shut up? How could you?” You asked, hamming up your performance by waving your arms.

“If you don’t want it just give it back,” Dean gruffly responded, trying to conceal the smile forming on his face.

“So you can give it to some hussy you meet at some rundown bar?! I don’t think so. I’m tossing this!”

“Don’t you dare,” Dean warned. You raised your eyebrows at him and slowly began to pull the ring off your finger. 

Dean stopped you by grabbing your wrist and you tried to pull away but his grip was too strong. He smirked at you and before you knew it, the two of you began to wrestle each other. The two of you acted almost as playfully as you did before the apocalypse rained down, pulling and tugging while laughing at the other’s advances. Jenny cheered in delight as she watched the two of you chase each other into the kitchen.

"DEAN!” You screeched when he finally picked you up and swung you over his shoulder. He laughed as he spun the two of you around and you did the same,  only to swallow your giggles in fear when you saw the gold wedding band fly off your finger and down the kitchen sink.

“I can’t believe in just a day of Bobby telling us not to lose them, you go and toss his wife’s wedding ring down the drain!” Dean scolded as he laid in the cabinets under the kitchen sink, practically beating the pipes with a wrench.

“Hey! You’re the one that picked me up,” You defended.

“I didn’t expect you to throw the ring down the drain!”

“How many times do I have to say I didn’t toss it, it just flew off of my hand?”

“Uh-huh, yeah okay,” Dean grumbled. “I think you just got carried away playing your role of Dr. Sexy’s bitch wife.”

“Ugh, she was so awful. They should have hired me to play her. That performance was Emmy-worthy,” You bragged. Dean rolled his eyes and continued with his work.

He twisted the wrench against the pipes and squinted his eyes as he said, “Okay, I think I got it. Hopefully it’s still in there and- Gah!”

Right when Dena detached the pipes from one another, black sludge emptied out of the pipe and fell directly on him. Dean scrambled around under the sink, looking like a cat trapped in a box as his legs and arms flailed in an attempt to find freedom. When he finally escaped, the pipes had already cleaned themselves completely all over him.

He panted and made gagging noises as he smelled the vile sludge that covered him. He staggered up to his feet and looked down at you to see your hand smacked against your mouth in a sad attempt to hold back your laughter

“Stop it.”

“I’m sorry, Dean…I just-“ You lost it and completely broke out into a fit of laughter as you took in his appearance. He was completely covered in a black and brown sludge from head to toe, his pajamas preeminently stained by the unidentified slime. His hair was matted against his head and his grouchy frown only made him look even more ridiculous. 

Dean let out an annoyed grunt at your giggles and grumbled, “At least, I found this.”

He held up a golden band covered in black slime and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank god,” You breathed, staring at your adoptive father’s late wife’s wedding band. Despite the jokes you were making, the thought of losing it terrified you.

“How is this a blessing?” Dean asked, gesturing to the mess covering him.

“I feel pretty blessed,” You answered, biting your lip as giggles began to bubble within you as you looked him up and down once more.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you and commanded, “Put it on.”

“Clean it first,” You replied, crinkling your nose at the black unidentified slime coating the ring.

“Oh no, if I’m completely covered in this shit for fixing your stupid mistake, you’re at least gonna wear what I worked hard getting for you,” He said.

He stepped towards you, causing you to back up and throw your hands up defensively.

“I’m not the one who laid myself directly under the splash zone,” You argued.

“Put it on.”

“No.”

A long silence swimming in tension followed. You saw his expression change and took a few more cautious steps back. Your eyes widened when you saw the corners of his mouth twitch into an evil smile and you squealed when he lunged at you.

You ran out of the kitchen, laughing and shouting “No! Dean, stop! Don’t!” As Dean raced after you, determination painted across his slime coated face. Jenny screamed with laughter as the two of you ran around her like children.

“Run Wawa!” She shouted.

Dean caught up to you when you tried to side-step the couch and swooped you up from the ground.

You screamed when you felt his arms wrap around you and the slime from Dean’s shirt rub against your back. Dean held you up with one arm as he collected a glob of slime from his face and smacked his massive hand against your cheek, wiping the sludge into your skin.

“Ahhhhhh No! Dean, Stop!” You yelled out, attempting to squirm out of the strong arm he had wrapped around you. The slime smelled just as bad as it looked. Dean held the ring out in front of your face.

“Put it on!”

“No!” You defiantly shouted. No way were you going to let him win this battle.

Dean shook the ring in front of your face and pulled out his wild card, “Put it on or else I’ll dye your hair with this shit!”

You turned your head towards his and narrowed your eyes.  Although his eyes showed zero evidence of bluffing, you still challenged, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and then slowly lifted his open, slime-covered hand up to your temple. You squirmed away but his arm kept you in place and you felt his fingers tangle themselves in your hair. You let out a disgusted shriek as he ruffled your hair and you felt the strands start to stick together from the goo.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll put it on! Stop!” You screamed.

Dean laughed in triumph and set you back on the ground. You turned around to face him, head down and pouting. He continued to laugh at your pitiful expression when you lifted your hand up to him for him to slide the slimy ring down your finger. You shuddered and then pulled the ring down at eye level, scrutinizing it before looking up and glaring at him.

“I hate you,” You stated.

“That’s a lie,” Dean said through a crooked smile.

“This is abuse. I’m gonna tell everyone you forced me into this marriage,” You threatened, a teasing smirk breaking your glare.

“Please, you loved me before I forced that ring down your finger.”

It was meant to be a joke, but once the words left Dean’s lips the weight of the truth made the atmosphere turn heavy once more. Dean clamped his mouth shut and stared at you in frozen anticipation, unsure of how you were going to respond.

Ironically, you were thankful for the black slime he smudged across your face. It hid the blush perfectly.

“Th-that’s not true,” You stammered out a lie.

Dean opened his mouth but then shut it when nothing came to his mind. You waited for him to respond in some way and were shocked when you saw him leaning down towards you.

No way...He wasn’t going to...Not now, while I’m covered in slime! Your mind reeled. This is some sort of trick. He has to be leaning in to cover me in more slime. No way was he going to-

The doorbell echoed through the house like gong. You and Dean jumped away from each other. You stared at him in shock at what he almost did and he quickly turned away from you and walked towards the door.

He opened the door to a skinny woman holding a purple box. The smile plastered on her face was almost as big as her curly red hair. Her khakis were perfectly pressed and her white blouse screamed “Suburban Mother.” You were unsure of the vibe you gave off in your pajama pants, tank top, slime covered face and messy hair, but you were sure it was way below her level of suburbia.

She opened her mouth as if ready to go into a long speech she had prepared but froze when she took in Dean’s appearance.

“Can I help you?” Dean asked, clearing his throat to find the voice he had lost during the tension a few moments ago.

“Oh…I...um...hello!” She finally said in an over-the-top cheerful voice. “I’m Regina Manson from across the street. Felt I should introduce myself to the new...neighbor? Is it just you?”

You walked towards Jenny’s high chair and pulled her out into your arms before approaching the door to introduce yourself. “Neighbors,” You kindly corrected. “Hi, I’m Y/N Kent, that’s Dean and this is Jenny. Say ‘Hi’ Jenny.”

“Hi,” Jenny shyly repeated, sucking on the bits of pancake crumbs on her fist.

You noticed the woman crinkle her nose at you. You decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she did so because of the slime’s smell. You were sure she was nervous about getting some of the unidentified slime onto the expensive looking cashmere sweater knotted around her shoulders.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you three. Looks like you both got into a little...ah, gardening accident?” She guessed. You tried once again to ignore the crinkle in her nose.

“Plumbing accident,” Dean corrected. His tone suggested he was noticing her judgmental quirks as well.

“Ah, yes, I expect this house has quite a few issues here and there, what with it being empty for so long,” She said. She paused, looking at the two of you as if waiting for you both to explain why it had been abandoned for so long. When neither of you did, she pasted the huge smile back on her face and said, “I just wanted to say hello and drop off this ‘Welcome to the Neighborhood’ pie!” Underneath the slime, you could see Dean’s face light up at the word “pie.”

“Wow, thanks!” He said as he reached his hands out towards the box

Regina pulled back a bit when she saw the gunk on his hands and then cautiously handed the box over to him as if she was passing on a bomb. When Dean took it without making contact with her skin, she let out a relieved breath.

Dean opened the box and let out a slight moan when he saw the dessert inside.

You rolled your eyes and gave Regina a smile. “I think he just decided this was the best neighborhood ever.”

“Oh, well I’m happy I was able to represent the community towards you like this. After all, I am president of the HOA,” She said, smiling proudly as if that was supposed to mean something to the two of you. Her smile somehow grew even larger as she asked, “Speaking of which, I was also wondering how you two plan to introduce yourselves to our lovely neighborhood?”

“Introduce ourselves?” You repeated as you and Dean looked at each other in confusion.

“Why, yes! Of course you two need to make some sort of entrance!” Regina pushed. You could see the gears turning in her head as she began with suggestions, “You could host a night out, or a block party, or a simple barbecue, or even just a simple tour of this house! God knows we were all just dying to see the inside of this mysterious place.”

She practically craned her head over the two of you, trying to get a peek of your new home. You and Dean had to deal with plenty of nosy neighbors while dealing with cases but never as a neighbor yourself.

“Uh, well…Regina…we kind of prefer to ease into the neighborhood quietly. You know, not make a big deal out of it,” You tried to explain, but she just waved her hand in your face.

“Nonsense!” Regina said. “We all want to meet you three, especially this little nugget!”

Regina reached out uninvitedly and pinched Jenny’s cheek. Jenny pulled away from her touch and stared at her as if someone had just invaded her personal bubble. 

“Oh my, she has quite the stare down,” Regina laughed far too loudly, pulling her hand back. “I can see her as a future CEO. Telling those boys what to do and everything.”

She let out a loud bit of laughter at her own statement and you and Dean joined in awkwardly. You both glanced at each other, wondering when this encounter would be over.

“So!” Regina chirped, clapping her hands together. “The gathering to introduce you three. What shall it be? Hmmm…”

She tapped her perfectly manicured nail against her chin before turning her attention towards you and asking, “Can you cook?”

“Uh, I’m decent, I guess. I just started recently. He’s actually the main cook around here,” You said, pointing at Dean.

Dean smirked. “Guilty. I can make a pretty mean burger.”

“Oh, excellent!” Regina practically shrieked, causing you and Dean to jump back a bit.

“A barbecue it is then!” She decided, clapping her hands in excitement. “I will spread the word around the neighborhood. Don’t you even worry about a thing. Well, except for the décor and the food and such.  We’ll see you on Friday at 6! Ta-ta now!”

She skipped away, causing the screened door she held open to slam behind her. You and Dean stared after her, dumbstruck at what just happened.

“Loud,” Jenny chimed in.

“You’re telling me,” Dean agreed. He looked down at you and asked, “What do you think. Banshee?”

“That or a siren. I mean, she just compelled us to have a barbecue with the whole neighborhood,” You murmured, trying to replay the conversation out in your head.

“No way. I remember being under a siren’s spell. I was way more compelled then to kill my brother than I do now to have this barbecue,” Dean chuckled, trying to ignore the constant dull pain that would hit him whenever he mentioned Sam.

“Very true,” You agreed. “Banshee it is then.”

The three of you turned and walked back towards the table. You put Jenny back in her high chair while Dean stared at the box in his hands almost lovingly.

“At least we got pie out of it,” Dean stated.

“Could be poison,” You suggested.

Dean scoffed, “Like I care. It’s been a while since I’ve had good pie. Besides, if she poisoned us, we wouldn’t be able to host the barbecue.”

”Very true,” You chuckled a bit before rubbing your arm awkwardly and saying, “So…a barbecue this Friday with a bunch of people we don’t know and a banshee.”

“Sounds like a classic hunter joke,” Dean laughed.

You smiled but Dean noticed your far away look. He dropped the box onto the kitchen table and gave your arm a slight nudge.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” He asked.

You looked up at him and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it just occurred to me that this whole new world is real. We’re really doing this.”

Dean looked you up and down, unable to gouge your expression. He remembered your panic last night at this new world and hesitantly asked, “You okay?”

You sighed, “Hovering.”

“Sorry…but are you okay? I mean, I feel like our one step at a time plan just took five massive lunges.”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m okay,” You nodded, smiling up at him. “I’m actually kind of excited to see where this takes us.”

You looked up at his green eyes and Dean felt himself fall into your Y/E/C ones.

He sighed, “Yeah…I am too.”

You bit your lip and admitted, “A little nervous too.”

“Hell, I am too,” Dean agreed. He smirked at you and confidently continued, “Yesterday was overwhelming but I think we can kick civilian’s life’s ass. Hell yeah?”

“Hell yeah!” You triumphantly agreed.

“Hell yah!” Jenny repeated.

You gasped and smacked a hand against your mouth. Dean let out a booming laugh and you couldn’t help but giggle with him.

You were the most dysfunctional family. Cursing like sailors and covered in black slime. Dysfunctional, yet perfect in every way.

“So first, shower,” You said to Dean. He chuckled and nodded in agreement. You continued, “Then we google barbecue and figure out what the heck it even entails.”

Dean glanced down at the box on the table and countered, “Pie?” You rolled your eyes and counted off your fingers, “Okay, First: shower. Second: pie. Third: google. That good, Dean?” “Perfect,” Dean laughed.

You crossed your arms and confidently stated, “We got this suburban life in the bag.”

He grinned and reached an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Hell yeah, Wonder Woman?”

You squeezed his waist and smiled back.

“Hell yeah, Batman.”

Part 9 Coming Soon!

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Maple Trees and Libraries

idk if yall remember but awhile back my friend jeannie and I did a prompt exchange where we would each give each other a prompt and a pairing and then we'd write the fic. well anyhow i'm doing another one with my tumblr amigo @lost-in-the-in-between​ who's super cool and is the reason this fic has come to exist! cheers to you Ash. anyhow i dont know how college works so please forgive me, and also this is mediocre at best but WHATEVER leave me alone just read it

college au because i’m a slut for those

prompt: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

pairing: zoe murphy/evan hansen

“Hi, Evan, right?”

Evan jerks his head up from his book about various different tree species, and swirly shapes bloom in front of his eyes, which he blinks away. “Um — yes? Evan. I mean yes, that’s me.”

And you’re Zoe Murphy, only the girl I’ve been in love with since we both started here two years ago.

Zoe smiles at him, but it’s oddly strained. “Look, I know we’ve literally never talked, but you’re the only person in the library right now and I need a weird favor.”

Actually, they have talked. Twice. One: when Zoe asked what she missed after she missed an econ lesson. Evan gave her his notes with a few incoherent jumbled phrases mixed in and then avoided her eyes. He didn’t get any notes for that class.  Two: when Zoe spotted Evan lingering — or maybe loitering — outside the band room during practice and asked him what he was doing there, and didn’t he have class? And Evan said yes he had class but the thing was was that his class was really boring and anyway he knew enough about environmental science to miss one class and also he totally didn’t realize she was in band, how cool! Even though that was a total lie and Evan knew Zoe was majoring in music theory because he came by the band room all the time to watch them practice just so he could see Zoe do that half-smile. And Zoe said okay and did the half-smile at him and went back into the band room.

But obviously Zoe doesn’t remember either of those, which makes sense because that was all last year and Zoe is different this year, so why should she remember a guy like Evan. Except now she’s asking him a favor and oops, he’s taken too long to respond, again.

Evan blinks. “O-okay?”

"Great. Listen, see that guy?" Zoe's eyes flit to, yes, the only other person in the library. Evan doesn't know him. Evan doesn't know most people, though, so no surprise. "That's my ex." Oof. He's way hotter than me. At least you have standards, Zoe. "He's an asshole and he's going to come over here as soon as he sees me and start hitting on me, which he's been doing since we broke up two months ago. I need you to hold my hand so he gets jealous and leaves me alone. Okay?"

She says this all like it's the game plan, and Evan is all prepared to agree to it until he thinks about the actual words she's saying to him. "Wait – won't that just make him want to, like, kill me? 'Cause I'm not really – I'm actually having a good day and I would really hate for it to be spoiled by, you know, being snapped in half by some Neanderthal who's jealous. Besides he probably won't even be jealous, I mean, look at him, he's way better-looking than me, and also he could break me in his palm, so I really don't think –"

"Evan!" Zoe hisses, as if they're best friends and didn't just speak for the first time ever (in recent memory) right now. Evan chokes on whatever other arguments he was going to present – which is probably for the best, because the last thing he needs is to dig himself into some unending hole of chatter and shame. "Come on, man, I need some help here."

"Okay, fine, okay," he concedes. "I – well – okay."

"Awesome." Zoe drags her chair around the circular table until she's right next to Evan and links her fingers with his very casually, like it's something they do every day, and at a very inopportune moment Evan remembers that you can feel someone's pulse in their wrist, and she can probably feel his heart racing a thousand miles per hour. He has the stupidest urge to yank his hand away and also he really needs to wipe his palms on his jeans because they're probably insanely sweaty because when he's nervous his palms get sweaty and that's just unpleasant for everyone, plus Zoe wouldn't tell him if his palms were sweaty and gross because who says that? But he knows she'd be thinking it and then never speak to him again so –

Their hands are on the table for anyone to see even though Asshole Ex is the only person here, and Evan hopes he comes and goes too fast to even find out what Evan's name is, because the last thing he wants is to be on someone's hit list that looks like he got a dose of Captain America's super-soldier serum. As if on cue, or maybe because he heard Zoe's chair dragging across the carpet, he turns, spots Zoe, and starts towards the two of them. Evan's heart is definitely considering leaping out of his chest and committing suicide, from the way it's hammering his ribcage.

"He's gonna kill me, you know that, right?" he whispers, and Zoe grins loftily.

"Pft," she says dismissively. And then Asshole Ex is standing – towering, looming over them – and Evan can't really say anything else.

"Hey," Asshole Ex says, and boy, Evan wishes he'd just say his name so Evan could stop calling him Asshole Ex, which, okay, it's crude, really, accuracy levels aside. He leans over the table and Evan feels innately like he’s being preyed on by some predator, aside from the fact that he’s being ignored entirely, which is what he’s used to. "What's new, Zoe?"

"What's new is my boyfriend Evan," Zoe answers, her tone clipped, very juxtaposed to the relaxed, laid-back tone she'd used with Evan. Evan jumps at the word boyfriend and shrinks under Asshole Ex's analytical once-over.

Evan swallows. "Yeah, boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend, me, Evan," whose name you now know and can weaponize to bend me to your will, that's great. "What – what's your name again, did you say? You didn't – you never said your name."

Asshole Ex raises an eyebrow in the most threatening glare ever. "Ryan," he says, or maybe sneers is a better word. "Zoe’s never mentioned me?”

“Why would I? If you don’t recall, I hate your fucking guts,” Zoe comments, the way someone would say we have math homework due tomorrow or I really like apple pie.

Ryan scoffs, but his eyes stay focused on Evan, who’s starting to feel pretty uncomfortable, to be honest. “You're Zoe's new arm candy?"

"Well, I don't know about arm candy," Evan begins.

"You're right. You're way too mousy to be anyone's arm candy. Much less someone like Zoe," Ryan says, every word like venom. Evan really fights the urge to sharply answer with, trust me, buddy, I know it.

"Watch what you say to my boyfriend, you motherfucker," Zoe snaps, a cutting edge to her voice that Evan would not like to be on the receiving end of, ever. "Leave us alone. We're very busy doing research."

"About trees," Evan puts in. He hears Zoe repress a laugh.

"About trees," she agrees. "Especially –" she grabs his book and flips through it, "maple trees. They're much more interesting than your clingy ass. So if you would be so kind." With her free hand, Zoe gestures to the exit of the library, and Ryan's stare would definitely make maple trees wilt. Evan's surprised he hasn't been literally laser-eyed to death yet. He's also pretty freaking amazed at how Zoe's more or less keeping her cool.

"Maple trees?" Ryan mimics. "Yeah, fascinating. Just like your rabbity new boyfriend. Enjoy your time while you have it," he snarls in Evan's general direction. And then, in a scarily low tone to Zoe, "You'll realize what you're missing soon enough, babe."

He brushes the book about trees off the table and it hits the carpet with a muffled thud. Then, with a final look of distaste, he's gone.

Evan feels his chest unclench. "That was – frightening. Can we report him for, like, sexual harassment? Or general harassment?"

Zoe releases her hand from his, and instantly Evan misses the warmth it sent through his whole body. "Sorry to drag you into that."

"No, it's okay, it's – its okay," Evan says quickly. "I mean it was frightening in like a good way, like oh, so scary, but more like a rush, you know? Like kind of a roller coaster? I thought you handled that really well, he was a total – well, a total asshole, like you said." WHAT AM I SAYING.

Zoe giggles and turns to look at him. "You held your own. Were you actually reading about maple trees?"

Evan blushes and ducks his head. "Um, well, oak trees, actually. They can get really tall. Like forty feet, maybe more. I tried to climb a forty-foot tall oak tree once. Um, it didn't go well. I actually fell from it," he's gesturing with his hands now, painting the oak tree in the air and watching himself let go, "and broke my arm, which really sucked a lot. Actually, why am I telling you this? I'm sorry, you must have a million things to do. I'll stop talking now." He wishes he could get his book and bury his nose in it. Unfortunately, it's on the floor on Zoe's side, and how awkward would it be to reach over her? Or to get up and get it? So he just looks at his hands instead as they fall to the tabletop.

The book slides across the surface like magic, except the magic is actually Zoe's hands. And then, as Evan opens his mouth to say thank you through his scarlet blush, she says, "Hey, this is a little strange, but do you want to go out sometime? For real?"

Evan's vital organs all pretty much cease to function for a couple of seconds.

"Out?" he repeats uncertainly. "Out like how? Like, outside? Or like on a date? That's weird, sorry, why would you go on a date with me," he laughs a hollow kind of laugh, "but if you – I mean, I can go out with you like a friend --"

"On a date," Zoe clarifies. "With me. Tomorrow night."

Evan blinks, gapes, and then realizes he's imitating a fish out of water and stops. "Oh," he says. He pauses, just to make sure he didn't invent that whole interaction, and then says, "Oh," again. And then he clears his throat. "Uh, yes, that – I would really like that, yes. That sounds great."

"I'll meet you here," Zoe says, pushing her chair back and standing. "At seven. We can decide where to go from there."

Evan's mouth is dry with anticipation, but he manages, "Perfect."

"Can't wait," Zoe says, smiling at him warmly.

She turns and walks away, vanishing into another section of the library, and Evan's vision swims with the unreality of that whole conversation.

He opens up his book, closes it and shelves it.

At the checkout counter, the lady says, "Taking anything out?"

Evan sighs contentedly, and says, "Just a girl."