#as soon as i got back into the car i had to fart so loud for so long 😭

[jinxthequeergirl]

The Ol switcharoo (pt4)

Stan x reader/ ford x reader

Summary: You journey into stanfords mind for the sake of the shack when you learn more than you probably should have

Warning: none Look, I'm trying to lay down more romance. The stakes are gonna get raised soon. We can't keep tiptoeing guys

Also sorry if it feels a little choppy and all over the place

Enjoy!

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Stanford had been distant a lot more than you would like to have admitted over the past few weeks. Sure, you'd get the kids together, and all of you would hang out and have your own little adventures, but more often than not, you couldn't find him before you followed your new adopted great niece and nephew out the door for the next great adventure or activity for the summer.

You loved going out with them, taking them to lunch, or to shop Dipper even more recently, inviting you to monster hunt again. But when you weren't invited and the kids went on their own journey, you found the house was only quiet.

In the what seemed to be rare and far in-between days stan was with the three of you, you felt a great wave of peace wash over you. The four of you laughing in the car after narrowly escaping one of stans crazy ideas, sitting with him on the back porch, watching the kids run around.

You felt a buzz inside you when you sat next to him, watching him laugh at dippers water balloon hitting the ground without a pop. You loved your routine with him before the kids arrived. It seemed like that was becoming all you knew.

But the shack felt different with laughter filling it up. And if you realized it or not, those two kids were bringing you closer to Stanford when he hung around. You took a deep breath and scooted in closer to Stanford, his arm instinctively wrapped around the back of the couch, letting you fill as much space next to him as you wished.

"I can't believe this is my life now. I don't know what i did to deserve this." He said, looking down at you as you now watched the twins in the yard. "Everything happens for a reason, remember?"

"I guess so." His hand fell softly onto your shoulder, snuggling you closer. "Look out!" You and Stanford both jumped up as one of the water balloons landed where you were once sitting.

"Can't a guy get any peace around here!?" You laugh at him as he runs out into the yard demanding a balloon.

The feelings washed away, knowing he'd be hiding by tonight.

He was right, though. You couldn't believe this was your life as of right now.

"Y/n?"

You hummed in response as you cleaned dippers cut. "Would you say your feelings for Grunkle stan are...of the romantic kind?" Mable asked from right beside her brother her own adventure wounds needing to be rented too.

"Mable!" Dipper yelped, knocking her over with a nudge. You laughed out loud at her question. "Sorry..sorry." You cleared your throat. "Excuse me. Mable, what would make you ask something like that?"

"Oh c'moonnn as a love expert-"

"Your twelve-"

"I can see how you and grunkle stan look at eachother, you've been friends for years, and you've really never felt anything more than friendship for him?"

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about her question. "I guess maybe a few years ago... but things were different back then, and I never knew how he felt about me. Besides, so much time has passed that I'm sure that old fart feels anything other than tired anymore." Mable jumped to her feet and smashed your cheeks together.

"Y/n it is my mission as a matchmaker and love expert of gravity falls. I make it my mission to get you and my grunkle together!"

"Mable, why do you even care? Grunkle stan has shown no interest in anything other than money since we've been here."

"Dippers got a point." You say pulling tables small hands from your face. "Besides, I'm not taking love advice from the girl who dated little Gideon not too long ago."

Mable's face grew red, and she pulled the neck of her sweater up. "Ugh, don't remind me." You chuckled again, refocusing the attention to the wounds on each kid as Dipper went back to explaining what had happened in the first place.

You'd gone the next few weeks thinking about mables question. Did you still have feelings for stanford?

It wasn't something you thought much about. You two just existed with eachother nothing ever really came out of it since you were young. Besides, you'd never make a move unless you knew his exact feeling for you. He'd been so secretive recently that the only way For that to happen, you'd have to get inside his mind to find anything like that out.

Of course that was almost impossible.

"Y/N THERES A LITTLE YELLOW GUY TRUING TO TAKE OVER STANS MIND WE NEED YOUR HELP DIPPERS GOING TO TAKE US IN THERE COME ON COME ON!"

Of course maybe you spoke to soon.

"Mable slow down! What's going on!?" You asked as she dragged you by the sleeve into the family room where Stanford sat sleeping.

"So like we saw little Gideon in the woods and poof a little yellow man appeared and he made a deal with him to go inside stans mind to get the code to the safe that Mr pines keeps the deed in." Soos explained in one long breath you could see his face Turing a strange shade of red and violet.

"Wha-"

"No time we need to go now before it's to late!" Mable cried before you could even think to ask for clarification or any follow up questions.

You followed along with what Dipper told you to do, and you watched as he read from an oddly familiar book.

You make a note to ask him about it later.

Your thoughts were cut off as dippers chanting got louder, and before you knew it, the world had melted away from you, and you were suddenly sitting in a patch of grey grass.

"Wow! This is stans mind?" Mable said, hopping up and looking at the grey landscape before you.

You pushed yourself and looked around jaw on the floor. "I've done some pretty crazy things in my day, but this is beyond me..."

"Thanks for coming along y/n!" Mable said.

"Of course! You know you can count on me for anything, kids."

"OK, we need to keep an eye out for the triangle guy." Dipper stated as you headed twoard the shack.

"Yea, look put for the triangle guy!" You jumped at the voice that appeared out if no were surprised to see it belonged to exactly what the kids and soos had said.

"It's him it's the guy!" Soos said in alarm pointing at the glowing shape.

"You leave our grunkles mind alone, you isosollies monster!" Mable shouted as she charged at him. "Mable!" You and Dipper shouted each holding out an arm to grab her.

You watched in horror as the triangle swallowed her up and waited a minute before spitting her back out into your arms.

"Stan's family, it's good to finally meet you! Some more than others!" He said, floating particularly close to you as he said so. You scowled at him and shielded Mable from him. "Names bill cipher."

"Get out of stans mind! You have no business here!" Dipper shouted.

"Trust me, kid! You're the only one who should be getting out of here your way over your heads." His one winked as he shot a finger gun twoard Dipper shooting ahole through him. "I'm gonna find that code and and you're not going to stop me!"

He flew away, leaving a triangle shape hole in the shack.

"We gotta get that code before that freak does." You said pausing to giggle as Mable reached her arm through the hole in dippers chest.

"Mable!" You coughed and put on a serious face. "Alright, kids...and soos.. let's go."

You lead the way into the shack of stans mind your eyes darting from door to door each labeled a different thing.

Fears, hopes, etc.

"Look! Stans memories!" Soos pointed out. You all ran into the hall watching memories play out all around you. "Quick, let's split up and cover more ground."

You turned to open a door but the mables' hand caught yours. "Look what I found!" She squealed with giddy. "You found the code? Already?" She shook her head and dragged you out down the memory hall and too a door with a heart carved into the wood. Signage warning against opening the door nearly covering every inch.

"What is this?" You asked the girl beside you. "Look for yourself." She lifted up a "get lost" sign to reveal the doors true label.

"Y/ns memories."

"Oh Mable I dunno...we should really be looking for the code."

"Oh, c'mon, you said it yourself that you never really knew what he felt for you it wouldn't hurt to look!"

"Yes, Mable, it would! the shack is at steak-"

Before you could continue, Mable had opened the door and pushed you in. "Face your fears y/n! Face your emotions!" She slammed the door shut on you. "Don't worry y/n we'll find the code before bill does, I'll come back for you when we do!"

you huffed and stood up dusting yourself off, this was ridicules you knew how Stanford felt about you you've known each other for what felt like your whole life. Besides you told Mable already if anything was to happen it would have by now. your hand grasped the door handle as you prepared to chase the twins and Soos down.

"Congratulations!" you heard a voice say from behind you. you turned to see one of the many doors cracked open. despite your better judgment to go after the kids you went straight for the door pulling it open. to see your wedding day.

well, your fake Vegas wedding. stan stood at the counter with the cashier in a dinky thrift shop on the outskirts of Vegas itself, waiting for you. "oh right..." you mumble to yourself watching your shared memory through Stans eyes.

"I'm sure you're very excited about the wedding." Stanford shrugged. "Trust me, I've been married a few times...this ain't nothing new for me." you frowned a little, you weren't sure why, you knew that's how he'd felt and it wasn't a real wedding. "Stanford! Look at this!!!" you yelled excitedly to him pushing open a dressing room curtain behind him.

you excitedly spun around in the wedding outfit you had picked out, you were so much younger, it suspired you too see yourself.

you watched Stanford's face flush upon seeing you his eyes fixated on you jaw almost on the floor. you didn't remember him looking at you like that. "wow you look...you look amazing!" he said rubbing the back of his neck trying to find the right words. you squealed in a pitch similar to the one Mable had done earlier before shutting the curtain again. "you were saying this wasn't something new?" the cashier asked raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"listen between you and me this whole Vegas wedding isn't anything new for me...they're corny, cheap and lousy all things y/n doesn't deserve any of that stuff, and I don't know why I'm telling you of all people, but I've known y/n for a while now the way she makes me feel isn't like how anyone has made me feel before I could never tell any of this too her, I've ruined to many relationships I could risk losing her in my life so try to act nonchalant about these types of thing, don't want to give myself away you know." the cashier stared at him unsure of how to react to all the information dumped onto him.

"here's 20 bucks to forget everything I said." he said sliding money across the counter.

you shut the door with a smile before looking down the long hallway. you crept over to another one. opening the door only to see a normal night you asleep on his shoulder as he continued to talk about the movie that was playing without realizing. it took him a whole monologue before realizing you had passed out. he leaned over careful not to wake you but enough to see you where sleeping.

he took a deep breath before talking some more. "Here goes nothing, y/n you've been with me through thick and thin when no one had my back you where there...I guess what I'm trying to say is y/n I...I think I have feeing's for you...you've made me an honest man in some ways...and.." you jumped upon hearing screaming.

"Oh no Kids!" you took off running swinging the door open and running down the hallway running past memories trying to find the kids. "Dipper!? Mable? Soos!?"

"Dipper!-"

"This here's a-"

"Stan Vac-"

"Stanley do something-" you could no longer hear the kids let alone see them in all the noise of Stanford's memories. you began running out of the memories hall in hopes you'd find them somewhere else. "Dipper!? Mab-" the wind was knocked out of you as you and dipper crashed right into each other. "Y/n! there you are!"

"Dipper you're ok! where is your sister and Soos!?"

"Bills got them! Don't worry I have a plan!" you followed dipper through Stanford's mind following his exact plan, you never even thought about what you could do in ones mind, flying and giant water guns didn't never even cross your mind.

"Hey one eye!" you and dipper grabbed bills attention as you floated up to his level neon colored squirt guns in hand. "WHAT!?"

"Dipper! Y/N! how are you doing that?"

"This is a mindscape you can do anything you imagine in here!" you explained."who told you that? dont liten to them!"

"ready dipper!?"

"ready y/n! aim and..."

"Fire!" you both shot your water guns at bills eye causing him to cry out in pain, you watched Mable conjure herself kitten fists and launched them at bill.

"Now think of a portal out of stans mind!" the four of you shut your eyes and all thought as hard as you could as a portal opened up under bill. "No No No wait! wait! wait! ENOUGH!"

you all flew back as the space around you was now a white void. "you know you're all a lot smarter than you look! I'll let you go for now, you might prove to be useful especially you y/n."

you scrunched your nose at him. "but remember there will come a day when everything you care about will change! until then I'll be watching you!"

there was a bright flash and he was gone. "well that wasn't ominous.." you said "we did it though! He left!" dipper cheered.

before you knew it Stan woke up and you were all wakening up in the Livingroom. and for a moment everything was normal again. "Ugh I had the weirdest dream." stan said rubbing his head. "You're ok!" you exclaimed running over to hug him and planting a quick kiss on his lips. his face heated up as you did so and before you knew it the kids had joined the hug.

a few hours later you'd gotten the kids to go to bed and found Stanford sitting on the back porch. "care for a drink?" you asked offering him a pitty cola he accepted with a smile. and you sat down next to him.

"where have you been?' you asked. a lot had happened today a lot that made you think things over and you decided to start there.

"what do you mean?" he asked with a chuckle. "I've been right here like i always have."

you shook your head. "Most days we can't find you, its been me and the kids or just me in the house, a lot has changed since those two came around most of its been for the better but i didn't think it would drive you away."

he frowned. "do you trust me?"

"Of course." you answered without hesitation.

"I've been working on something i cant tell you what but it's important. and I'll tell you what if it bothers you so much, I'll be around more." you smiled.

"good, I miss you." you said bumping into him.

you both chuckled and then there was a beat of silence you looked up at the sky and took a breath. "Stanford."

"Yea?"

"I think...we'll in light of some recent events...Stanford you mean the world to me."

"uh-oh is something wrong? why are you getting all sappy?"

you took another breath and exhaled all the words you were trying to say.

"Stanford pines I think I'm in love with you and I think you feel the same way about me!" you covered your mouth after you spilled it all. and he stared at you in shock. "Y/n...I uh..."

"I know this is random...buy. You know better late than never, right?"

stan stared at you in awe where your eyes sparkling in the starlight. was this really happening to him right now?

"Stanford?" you placed a hand over his when went silent. normally he would jump at an opportunity like this. sweep you off your feet. But as he stared at your hopeful eyes all he could do was wonder how much of what you felt was really for him, Stanley Pines and how much of it was for who you had believed him to be.

"Oh come on Grunkle stan! Take her on a date already!" Mables voice shouted from above you.

"Mable? what are you doing up!?" you shouted standing to your feet to look up at the twins practically hanging out their window. "yea c'mon Grunkle stan!" dipper agreed with his sister.

"Date! Date! date!" the two kids cheered into the night air.

"alright! alright!" stan said trying to shush them.

"y/n...would you do me the honors of going to dinner with me?" you laughed and his heart swelled at your answer. "Of course Stanford pines."

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Us Oddballs Gotta Stick Together

Chapter 1

The crowded airport terminal was loud, putting you on edge as you frantically scanned the area, looking for the familiar face of the person who invited you here when you heard their voice call out to you, coming from the left. 

“Y/N!” 

You turned to see your cousin waving you down, and you let out a small sigh of relief as you dragged your suitcase over to them, subconsciously fixing the beanie on your head. As you got closer you could see that your cousin wasn’t alone, but instead accompanied by a woman who looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties dressed in business casual, same as your cousin. 

“Hey squirt! Long time no see! How is everyone back home?” Your cousin exclaimed as they threw their arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug. You laughed, returning the hug with your free arm. 

“Hey Inari, it’s good to see you too. Everything’s good, although Jiji would like it if you would go back to visit. ” You replied, patting your cousin on the back to signal you wanted to be let go. They removed their arms from around you with a laugh, their face crinkling up in mirth. 

“I didn’t think that old fart would miss me that much- ow, hey!” They hissed, rubbing their arm when you smacked them. 

“Don’t be rude.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at Inari. They laughed again and held their hands up in surrender for a few seconds before jolting and quickly gesturing to the lady, as if they had forgotten about her existence momentarily. 

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my assistant, Claire. Claire, this is my cousin Y/n, the one who is coming to work at the ‘Plex.” They explained, and the woman- Claire- held her hand out for you to shake. You took her hand timidly, remembering what your mom had taught you about American customs.

About a moonth ago Inari had gotten into contact with your after about 5 years of total silence and asked if you wanted to come work for them in a daycare. They had been having trouble keeping the job position filled, and Inari remembered that you were good with kids and how much the little ones in the village loved you, so you were the perfect candidate. 

Of course you couldn’t say no, especially when you learned how much money you would be making. Plus, it was a chance for you to get out of the village and explore the world a bit more, despite your obvious…. abromalities. 

You retracted your hand from Claire’s and she gave you a small, proffesional smile. “A pleasure to meet you, Mx. Y/n. I’ve heard quite a bit about you, and I’ve got to say, I’m quite amazed.” 

You flushed, before your stomach dropped to the floor and you grew pale. How much did she know? You looked over at Inari in panic, and they frowned before grabbing you gently by the wrist, leading you out of the airport to a waiting car, Claire following behind. A man opened the door for you and took your suitcase from you as you were unceremoniously tugged into the vehicle. 

The backseat was separated from the driver’s seat, giving privacy to the passengers in the back. Claire climbed in behind you, and as soon as the door was shut behind her you snapped your head to glare at Inari. “What does she know?” You growled, trying to mask your fear as anger. 

Inari just smirked at you and winked, and within seconds you saw their fox ears pop up on their head, the human ones disappearing. Two tails pushed up and out from the band of their slacks and they let out a sigh as their red markings on their face appeared. 

You shrunk back slightly in your seat before looking at Claire with a worried glance, only to discover she seemed totally unphased, if not somewhat entranced by your cousin. One of your ears twitched under your beanie in irritation as you tried to comprehend the situation. 

While momentarily lost in thought, Inari reached up and snatched your beanie off your head, revealing the black cat ears that sat atop your head instead of regular human ears. You yelped and flattened your ears, moving to cover them with your hands. 

“Relax, Y/n. Claire knows all about us- and no, she won’t tell a soul.” Inari spoke calmly as they leaned back in the seat, twirling your beanie on the tip of their clawed index finger. You only relaxed slightly, removing your hands from your head as you leaned back in your seat as well. You watched your cousin twirl the hat a few more times before you snatched it off their finger with an irritated huff. 

“Fine, but don’t do that to me Inari, you scared me…” You grumbled, wringing the hat in your hands, thumbing over the hand-stitched silhouette of a cat. Inari snickered, elbowing you in the ribs with an amused flick of their ears. 

“Scaredy cat.” 

“YOU-” Your sentence was cut off by the sound of the car door opening, and you hastily shoved the beanie back over your ears as quickly as possible, causing them to be squashed down in an uncomfortable manner. 

“We’ve arrived, Mx. Sekiguchi." 

A man announced as he opened the car door for your cousin, who had already hidden their tails and ears. "Thank you Bruce! Come on Y/n, I need to show you where you'll be staying quickly cause I've got a lunch meeting with a few of the other managers to go over finalizing your employment." They spoke hurriedly as they climbed out of the vehicle, grabbing you by the arm and impatiently pulling you out when you took too long.

Without a moment to spare Inari rushed you forward, hardly giving you a chance to take in where you were.

You were standing in the driveway of a decently large house, big enough that it could be a mansion. The brick walls were immaculate and free of ivy, and the gardens in front leading to the door were perfectly pruned, bright pinks, purples and blues greeting you from the sea of green foliage. 

They didn't take you into the main house though, instead veering to the left to take a side path that led around to a smaller house, this one painted a pale yellow and hidden from view. The smaller house was two stories with a little porch in front, complete with a swing. 

"This is my guest house, which is gonna be your home away from home from now on! Do with it what you like- however you wanna decorate it, if you want to remodel it, whatever, I don't care. Just let me know and it will get taken care of. There's food in the fridge, towels and stuff are stocked up… everything you need really!" Inari said with a grin, leading you into the building as they spoke. 

Entering the house brought you directly into the living room, which connected with an open floor plan to the dining room. The kitchen was situated towards the back of the house, with stairs leading down to the basement and a door leading outside. Back in the living room, there was a half-bathroom beneath the stairs that led to the second floor.

The second floor housed the bedrooms and the full bathroom, which had a separate shower and bathtub. Both bedrooms had neatly made beds, a large closet, a dresser and a vanity as well as a nightstand on either side of the bed. The way everything was set up and how it smelled was very… homey. 

“So, whaddya think?” Inari piped up, leaning against the doorframe of the master bedroom as you sat down on the bed, smoothing your hands over the comforter.

“It’s great, thanks again Inari…” You hummed, smiling at them. They waved their hand dismissively with a grin, and Claire walked up behind them, tapping them on the shoulder. 

“We need to get going, or you’ll be late for the meeting.” She spoke in a more hushed tone, either not realizing or forgetting that you had more sensitive hearing than humans. Claire then smiled at you, and you returned it nervously. “Your bag is in the living room along with what was shipped here last week.” 

You jumped off the bed, shoving Inari out of the way as Claire stepped aside to race downstairs. Sure enough your suitcase was sitting next to the couch, along with the three packages you had previously shipped to Inari when you had learned you were going to be living in America for a while. 

The packages contained a majority of your clothes as well as some comfort items, like the doll your mother had gotten you for your fifth birthday. You would get to unpacking those later though, as you had something way more important to do. 

You grabbed your suitcase and tossed it onto the couch, unzipping it as Inari and Claire came down the stairs. Pulling out a couple of jackets you grabbed your laptop and microphone, setting them on the coffee table behind you as your cousin shook their head and laughed. 

“Let me guess, your old man wanted you to check in as soon as you got here?” They asked, pulling something out of their pocket before throwing it to you. You pulled your laptop charger out of your suitcase before catching the thrown object, shooting Inari an exasperated glare. They laughed, then nodded their head towards the hand that had caught the flying object, which upon inspection turned out to be a set of keys. “Those are the keys to this house, don’t lose ‘em. I’ll see you tomorrow, tell Toshiro ojisan I said hi!” 

Inari said before leaving, Claire following them out the door. You rolled your eyes with a laugh, and pulled your beanie off your head, tossing it onto the couch along with the keys before starting to set up your laptop on the coffee table. Once everything was all plugged in and turned on, and the wifi password was obtained via a text message from Inari, you were starting a video call to your parents, hoping the tower in the village would get the signal. 

Before long the call picked up, and the first thing you saw was a close up shot of your father’s nose and whiskers. You laughed, which seemed to get his attention because he backed up, sitting down so he was a decent distance from the camera, revealing your mother was sitting in view as well. 

“Otōsan, okaasan, how is everything?” You asked, speaking in Japanese so both of your parents could understand you, since your dad only knew a little English. Your mom smiled, patting your dad on the arm. He seemed a little agitated, but he stayed quiet. 

“We’ve been just fine sweetheart. Your dad is still getting used to you not being here, but he’ll manage.” Your dad let out a grumble as your mom spoke, his ears flicking in irritation. You laughed, shifting around to wiggle your tail loose from your pants, letting it swish behind you in amusement. 

“Otōsan, I’m fine. There’s no need to worry, I’ve got Inari here with me. They said hi, by the way.” You replied, and your father glared into the camera, his fur visibly bristling. 

“That’s what I’m worried about. They’re nothing but trouble.” Your father replied, and you sighed. Your mom elbowed your dad in his ribs and he gave her a playful hiss before the two of them looked up at someone that was behind the camera. Your parents both stood up and moved over, and the oldest yokai in the village, and old Kappa named Gamo that everyone referred to as their grandfather, came into view. 

“Jiji! How are you?” You asked excitedly, earning a chuckle from the three adults on the other end of the video call as the old kappa sat down. 

“Same as ever, little one. How was your trip?” 

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You spent another hour talking with your parents and Gamo before they ended the call, and you closed your laptop with a small sigh. You stood up and stretched out, then looked around at the packages of your things. 

“Might as well…” 

With a soft sigh you zipped your suitcase back up and lugged it upstairs, dragging it to the master bedroom before repeating with your other packages. You began the arduous task of unpacking all your things and putting them away, and before you knew it night had fallen. 

You yawned, checking the time and decided to wash up before eating. While you didn’t totally hate getting wet like your father, you just hated being submerged- like taking a bath or swimming. 

You grabbed your things and jumped in the shower, making sure to put cotton balls in your ears to keep water out of them, and scrubbed up quickly, getting the ick of traveling off you. 

You took the cotton out of your ears before you got dressed, shaking your head like a dog would at the feeling before shuddering. “Never gonna get used to that…” You muttered before drying off and getting dressed, taking your hair dryer to your tail and hair, making sure not to blow directly in your ears. 

After that, it was time for food. 

You padded down to the kitchen, setting your phone on the counter and pressing play on your music playlist while you surveyed what kinds of ingredients Inari had stocked you with. There were all sorts of things, from cereals to frozen meals and just about anything in between. 

You settled on making ramen, but not the instant crap- real ramen with ham and egg. You hummed and sang along to the music as you cooked, and before too long you had a delicious bowl of steaming ramen sitting in front of you as you flopped onto the couch. 

Just as you were about to take a bite there was a knock on your door, and you grumbled along with your stomach, your ears and tail twitching in irritation. You set your bowl aside and stood up, walkingover and peeking through the peephole to see who was coming to see you at such a late hour, only to see it was your cousin. 

You threw the door open with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at them. “What do you want, Inari? I was just about to enjoy my dinner before calling it a night.” 

Inari snickered, ruffling your hair. “I just came to tell you I’ll be showing you the ‘plex tomorrow, and if you feel like it you can hang out at the daycare for the day to get a feel for what it’s gonna be like.” 

You grumbled and shoved their hand off your head, squinting at them. “Is that it? If so, then goodnight, I’m going back to my ramen. Oh, and everyone says hi.” You huffed out before stepping back and closing the door in your cousin’s face, causing them to laugh loudly. 

You walked back to the couch and flopped down with a grumble, picking your bowl back up and devouring your slightly cooled off ramen. You watched tv for a little bit before taking care of your dishes and finally calling it a night, climbing into bed and curling into a tight ball under the covers, falling asleep rather quickly.

[nostalgicfun]

So I've been selling my Furby collection as of late. Recently, this pretty girl sold.

My Furbies are basically paper weights, fancy nostalgic decorations I keep on shelves that make me happy when I look at them. I don't use them or turn them on at all. I did, however, put batteries in this girl to get proof that she works to sell her.

I discovered this morning that I forgot to take the batteries back out after testing her when I ventured to my storage unit to pack her up. As soon as I picked her up, she began to talk in the LOUDEST VOICE I HAVE EVER HEARD A FURBY USE. It was like I was being shouted (and farted) at by a twelve year old girl who had just discovered sugar.

Desperately, I tried to get her batteries out, but to no avail. I have no tools in my storage unit, and after running all the way back to my apartment I discovered my tools are packed up god knows where as we're currently moving. The entire time she was screeching her little heart out, refusing to sleep. I'm not a fan of loud noises or silly voices, so I left her in the hallway, but could hear her no matter where I went in the house. My roommate could hear her from his bedroom, and I’m sure the neighbors must have been able to hear her through the wall. There was nary a screwdriver to be found. I ran out of time and had to take the Furby with me, batteries and all.

Take her where, you ask? Work. I took her to work. I usually do my eBay packing in my office on my breaks, then stop by the post office on my way home. This Furby. This Furby talked, sang, farted, and yelled at me the entire ride. All twenty minutes of it. By the time I got there I was in a feral rage from this Furby who simply wouldn't stop. I was going to take her in the building with me to pack her up, but halfway across the parking lot people were staring at me. I had her in a box and you could hear her muffled yells as I walked. I had to turn around and put her back.

I tried to bring her in later to at least tape her box up at a table, as trying to package things while sitting in my car is miserable. It had quieted down by then, so no one noticed her near constant yodeling in the parking lot. No sooner did we step through the doors, however, than the vast halls and high ceilings seemed to amplify her voice as if she was Luciano Pavarotti and we were standing in the Sistine Chapel. Immediately, a professor leaned out his door to see what the commotion in the hall was about. Shamed, so shamed, I turned right back around and marched her back to my car in defeat.

Later, she shrieked from within her box the entire ride to the post office. By the time we got there, I was genuinely surprised I had not hurled her out the window and refunded the buyer. As I was handing her off to the post master, she could be heard talking from within the box. People were staring. The post master was laughing. The woman behind me in line called it the "highlight of her day."

I could hear her talking until the moment the post office doors closed behind me. If you are here, if this is your Furby now, good luck. You'll need it.

[happy4562]

Coach and Player Have Diarrhea on the Road

Coach David, a young man fresh out of college, had been helping Brad perfect his swing for quite a few months now. Brad was 18, college bound, and one of the best pitchers in the state. He was somewhat lacking when it came to hitting. Most days after school, Coach David and Brad would grab some food and then spend a few hours at batting practice.

Today was no different. When classes ended, the headed out in coach’s car and decided to get some burgers. They hit this little hole in the wall place where each got two bacon double cheeseburgers. Even though they were quite greasy, both guys quickly scarfed them down.

They got to batting practice and both Coach David and Brad felt a little queasy. Brad let go with a long silent fart that burned as it exited his hole. Coach David had also been cutting a few farts into his seat as they drove. Batting practice itself was pretty uneventful. Brad was getting better but still not where he needed to be so they stayed for an extra hour.

On the way home, Coach David took the highway. It was now 6pm and rush hour traffic was still in full effect. A few miles up the road, an accident caused 2 of the 3 lanes to be shut down. They were now at a crawling pace. Brad was hoping they would move along soon. His stomach hurt even worse now and he was going to need a toilet soon. David wasn’t much better off. For the last 10 minutes he had been clenching his cheeks together. Finally, Brad spoke up.

“Coach, I really need to take a shit”, Brad said in a quivering voice.

“I’ve been needing one for a while now too”, Coach David said as he wiped some sweat off his forehead. “It probably wasn’t the best idea to eat those burgers”.

10 more minutes passed and they were still at a snail’s pace. Both guys were getting more and more desperate as the minutes ticked by. Neither were sure how much longer they could hold it. There was a truck stop 2 miles ahead. They just had to make it there.

“I don’t think I can hold it Coach”, Brad cried.

“We are almost there. Hold tight. I don’t want my car ruined!”, Coach David snapped.

Finally, Coach David’s car sped into the truck stop lot. Both he and Brad sprinted to the men’s room. When they got inside they saw that all of the stall were doorless. At this point, neither cared if the toilets were out in the parking lot.

Coach David dropped his shorts to his ankles while Brad tore his baseball uniform pants down to his cleats. Each guy collapsed onto their respective bowls. Coach David let loose with a massive liquid explosion. Diarrhea shot out of his ass into the porcelain below. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned in relief.

Brad also got his shit started with a barrage of wet farts. Those quickly turned to loose shit splashing the water.

“Oh my God!”, Brad exclaimed as a loud wave erupted from him.

Coach David was unable to respond, instead focusing on his own bowels emptying out. Shit crackled loudly out of him and burned on the way out. His groaning could be heard throughout the entire restroom.

Each guy spent the next 30 minutes taking turns decimating the porcelain throne. They each looked completely wrecked as they sat there in the throes of their ordeal. When the waves finally subsided, the cleanup began.

Brad and Coach David winced as they wiped their asses. They were raw and the cheap one ply toilet paper wasn’t doing them any favors. Brad finished first and slowly pulled his pants back up before shuffling over to the sinks. Coach David did the same.

The ride home that night was quiet as each guy sat still trying to recover from the events that had just transpired. When Brad was dropped off at his house, he barely made it inside up to his bathroom before what sounded like a gallon of liquid filled his toilet. He spent that night and most of the day running to his toilet every 10 minutes until his sickness finally subsided.

Coach David made it home and nearly lost it in his pants as he fumbled with unlocking his apartment. He too collapsed onto the can, filling it entirely with loose shit. He camped out that night in the bathroom as his bowels emptied every few minutes.

The next time they went to batting practice, they agreed to never get burgers again.

[gassygummyworms]

god I should talk about my recent bout of stomach issues huh. well I started a new medication n one of the side effects is diarrhea (cool that I didn’t know that beforehand lmao), and I happened to time it very poorly with a day I drank an inulin smoothie at breakfast 😓 I downed some coffee afterwards and immediately felt my stomach start to rumble. headed to the toilet and out came a huge log that quickly turned to runny, soft shit. all I could do was sit there rubbing my belly as I pushed more out in waves of urgency that soon left a huge pile in the bowl ;;

took a nap afterwards, but when I woke up I very quickly had to run back to the toilet. the second I relaxed more near-liquid diarrhea came out.. this time with enough gas to really make a mess of my toilet ;; the farts were so loud and wet that I couldn’t even do anything to muffle them. I was terrified to even leave the toilet for a moment because I wasn’t sure if i’d mess myself. eventually, when Id thought the diarrhea had passed for now I got into the car in the garage to have a place to fart without worrying about anyone hearing ;; and fuck. near instantly I ripped a super wet one and liquid shit dripped out after it, soaking into my boxers. had to rush to the shower (sharting even MORE in there lmao) to clean myself off dnfkdjf

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

[surlybobbies]

(here’s a late holiday offering for all of you)

deancas, 2.5k, AU, friends to lovers, baby jack

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They stopped at a park on the way back to Dean’s apartment. Baby’s trunk was full of gifts, evidence of a successful Christmas shopping trip, and so it was with satisfaction that Dean leaned against the hood of the car and pulled out his burger from the takeout bag.

Cas was similarly content, and they enjoyed each other’s company in silence for a few minutes as they began their meal. At a nearby jungle gym, children threw snowballs at each other from the little flakes of ice they’d been able to scrape together. Dean tried not to watch them too closely - you could never be too careful - but Cas observed them with a furrowed brow.

Apropos of nothing, he said, “How do parents handle the Santa situation?”

Dean wiped his mouth with a napkin. “What do you mean?”

“When would one begin telling a child about Santa? And how does one deal with the inevitable fallout when they realize he isn’t real?”

Dean’s stomach turned a little bit. “You thinkin’ about kids all of a sudden?”

“Not sure,” Cas said, examining his burger and plucking out a piece of onion with his fingers.

Another silence descended. Dean frowned at his meal, his appetite lost.

Meanwhile, Cas plucked out another onion slice. “I don’t think I believed in Santa,” he said eventually. “But I knew about him. I wish I could remember who first told me the tale.”

“I learned about him when I was in middle school,” Dean admitted. “The first time I stayed at one school for more than a few months. Pretty sure by then I was too old to believe.”

Cas lifted his eyes to the playground again. “No doubt at least a few of these children believe in Santa.” He sucked some stray ketchup off his thumb, and Dean had to look away.

“Good for them,” he said. “They should enjoy being kids.”

“In a few years, maybe even this year, their parents are going to have to admit to their lies.”

“It’s harmless,” Dean replied, waving away Cas’s curious stare. “It’s good for ‘em. Teaches ‘em to question things, question motives. Gets ‘em ready for the adult world of backstabbing and lies.”

Cas smiled at him. It was wide and affectionate. “I thought you said they should enjoy being kids?”

Dean bit down on a reflexive smile. “It’s one little thing, alright? Santa’s like - 1% of the kid experience. They’ve got the other 99% to think about - cooler, more important shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like the shit they do on the daily, y’know? If they can con their parents into letting them have candy for breakfast. Or sneaking down at midnight to have some ice cream. Or building a pillow fort. Or stickers. Or farts.”

“Farts?”

“Kids like farts.”

“No one likes farts.”

“You don’t know kids then.”

Cas conceded with a tilt of his head. “You’re right. Maybe they do enjoy farts.”

They finished their burgers and sipped at their sodas. It was when Dean was returning from the trash can that he saw the wistful look on Cas’s face as he listened to the yells and laughter of the kids. He smacked Cas on the arm. “You good?”

Up close, Dean could see the downturn of Cas’s lips. “Just thinking about the future,” Cas said eventually. When he turned to Dean, he was smiling woodenly.

Dean’s gut turned sour again, and he knew himself better than to blame it on the burger. “So you are thinkin’ about kids.”

Cas looked down at his shoes. “I think I might be.”

Dean ran a hand over his chin, then cleared his throat. “Good for you, man. I think you’d be a good dad.”

Cas looked at him. “And you too. You’d be an amazing father.”

The expression on Cas’s face - sincere, soft, affectionate - made Dean’s throat tight. He laughed too loudly. “Hey, listen, when you do have kids, you can tag me in any time, alright?”

The wistfulness had vanished from Cas’s face. He was smiling. “Agreed. I’ll let you handle the Santa situation.”

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Cas started fostering Jack a year later, and it was apparent very early on to Dean that fatherhood was Cas’s calling. Yes, he was always tired, and yes, he didn’t have nearly as much time for Dean as he did before, but Jack was thriving and Cas was happy - and because of that, Dean was happy, even if it meant losing Cas’s attention to fatherhood.

Dean’s disappointment was lessened by the fact that Jack quickly became just as attached to Dean as he was to his foster dad, so if Dean spent a few days a week at Cas’s place to “help out with the baby,” no one questioned his motives.

“You ever going to tell him?” Sam asked one day as he and Dean watched Cas carry Jack around Sam’s garden. Jack was a grabby kid, and Cas was constantly having to stop him from putting flowers in his mouth.

Dean didn’t bother asking what Sam was talking about. “He doesn’t need that on his plate right now.”

Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean, unconvinced. “So when? When he gives Jack up? You and I both know that’s never happening.”

“Then never,” Dean snapped, even though just the thought of holding it all in for one more day made Dean’s chest feel tight.

Sam ran a hand over his mouth like he was trying to stop himself from saying anything else, but Sam was nothing if not nosy. “We both know never’s not an option. It’s gotta be now, Dean. Or if not now, then soon. You’re already playing house with Cas. Plus there’s a kid involved now - a kid who absolutely adores you - so I hate to say it, but if things have to go south, it has to happen before Jack’s any older.”

Dean stared at Sam. “That’s fucked up, Sammy.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know this already,” Sam said, though his tone was gentle. “I’m just saying out loud what you don’t want to admit.”

Cas was approaching with Jack, so Dean didn’t respond.

“I apologize,” Cas said to Sam. “Jack might have destroyed a few blooms.” He opened his palm and offered the crushed red blooms up for inspection. It could have been Dean’s bloody heart for how much he was hurting.

It was obvious that Sam was still watching Dean out of the corner of his eye, but he spared a smile and a tummy tickle for Jack. “No harm done, little guy.”

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Dean knew Sam was right, knew that for Jack’s sake, his two de facto parents needed to be on the same page about what they were to each other - but there was never a good time to bring it up. Was Dean supposed to just spill his heart out onto the dining room table with Jack’s sliced fruit? He contemplated asking Sam for advice, but 1) Dean did not want nor would he accept any pity from his little brother and 2) Sam was busy getting ready for his wedding.

So Dean, Cas, and Jack went on with their lives - separate but hopelessly intertwined, and all Dean could do was lie awake at night hoping that when the time came, he’d be able to make sense of the mess of tangled knots they’d created.

-----

Jack made the cutest ring bearer. Cas was a groomsman, but he’d asked to escort Jack up the aisle, and Sam and Eileen had loved the idea. Dean had loved the idea too, mostly because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to stomach the sight of Cas walking down the aisle in his smartly-tailored suit, arm-in-arm with Eileen’s cousin Sara. In the moment, however, Dean loved the idea simply because Cas was incandescent, smiling widely down at Jack, holding Jack’s hand as the toddler took his too-big, unsteady steps down the garden path.

At the end of the walk, when Cas had deposited Jack safely with Gabriel in the front row, he took his place by Dean’s side.

Dean couldn’t help but smile at him, helpless with affection. “I’m happy for you, Cas,” he said, just as the guests stood up to welcome the bride.

Cas ducked his head bashfully, but he put a hand on Dean’s back in acknowledgment. “Thank you.”

-----

Cas cornered him at the reception, where Dean was lurking at the edges of the dance floor. “Can we talk?” he said, leaning in to be heard over the music.

Dean had two servings of whiskey in him. “Always, Cas.”

Cas looked him oddly, but he said nothing. He led Dean away from the reception tent (where Gabriel and Garth were taking turns to dance with Jack in their arms) and stopped when they were far enough away to hear each other without yelling.

Cas was pink-cheeked from champagne, his hair was a mess, and Dean was so in love with him it hurt. “What do you need?” he asked, because concentrating on what Cas needed kept Dean from focusing on what Dean wanted.

“I thought I should tell you before it gets any farther in the proceedings - I’ve started the formal process of adopting Jack.”

Dean’s heart was full to bursting. He swallowed down a sudden urge to cry. “That’s great news, man,” he said, pulling Cas into a rough hug. “Congratulations!”

Cas’s arms wrapped tight around Dean, his chin hooked over Dean’s shoulder. There was a telltale sniff at his ear, so Dean just held on tighter to his best friend.

When Cas drew away a minute later, his nose was red. He kept his hands at Dean’s elbows. “I’ve asked so much of you already - “

“Stop right there,” Dean said, shaking his head, “because that’s not true. Whatever I did, I did because I wanted to. Because I’d do anything for that kid.”

Cas looked at Dean so tenderly it made Dean’s throat tight. “And I’m so grateful for that, Dean. You’ve been the best support I could have asked for.” Cas looked down, his eyebrows furrowing. The hands at Dean’s elbows tightened. “But I have to ask of you one more thing.”

There was no universe out there where Dean would have refused Cas anything. “Spit it out, Cas.”

“If something were to happen to me,” Cas said, eyes brimming, “would you take him in?”

Dean took hold of Cas’s elbows too, a reassurance that Cas was still there in front of him, still alive, still breathing. “Cas, you’re going to be kicking for a long time. Jack will have grandbabies before you check out.”

Cas smiled softly. He indulged Dean. “Still, if I should go before you - “

Helpless, absolutely wrecked, Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sammy had just gotten married to the best woman on Earth a few hours prior. A few yards away, the people Dean loved were dancing to “The Cha-Cha Slide.” And now Cas was asking Dean to take on the biggest honor of his life in the same sentence that Cas was talking about his inevitable death. Dean’s eyes welled up.

Cas touched Dean’s face for a brief moment. “I’m sorry to do this to you.”

Dean swiped at his eyes stubbornly. “Cas, I meant it when I said I’d do anything for that kid. If he ever loses you, he’s going to have me. Don’t even think about apologizing for that.”

“Thank you,” Cas said. There were tears on his cheeks too. “That makes me feel less scared of the future.”

Dean sniffed. He straightened Cas’s tie. “But hey, no takebacks, alright? Even if you go and get yourself hitched, I’m not giving Jack up.”

Cas’s mouth lifted at the corner, but Dean knew it was just for show. “I don’t think marriage is in the cards for me, Dean,” Cas admitted.

It was the way Cas looked at him that made Dean remember what Sam had said a few months before. If Dean was ever going to say something, it had to be right at this moment.

“Listen, Cas,” Dean said, clearing his throat, “now that we know Jack’s gonna be sticking around, you should know something.”

The hands at Dean’s elbows tightened again. “Tell me,” Cas said, his eyes growing worried. He stepped closer, studying Dean’s face.

Dean was crying again, and he despised it. “I’m in love with you,” he said. He was terrified, anxious, and angry with himself at the same time. “So if that changes things - if you want me to fuck off and never talk to you or Jack again - now’s the time to tell me.”

Cas took a shaky breath. He cradled Dean’s face. “My love,” he murmured, eyes warm though they were still brimming with tears. “Love of my life.”

Dean almost laughed. Incredulous, he asked, “What? Who, me?”

Cas kissed him. It tasted like salt, and Dean was still crying, and honestly he had no idea what was happening, but Cas was patient with him, kissing his cheek when Dean did nothing but stare.

He drew back after the first few seconds, smiling despite Dean’s shock. “Yes, you,” he confirmed. His hands went to Dean’s tie. His voice was thick when he spoke again. “So no, in case it isn’t obvious, I do not want you to ‘fuck off.’”

This had not been what Dean was expecting. Tentatively, he touched Cas’s face, just a brush of fingers against Cas’s cheek, not bothering to hide his amazement when Cas smiled at him.

“Kind of slow on the uptake,” Cas said. His nose was still pink. “Maybe I should be in charge of Jack’s studies.”

It hit Dean all at once. Cas was his. Jack was his. Everything he’d ever wanted in this world was his. He kissed Cas properly this time.

-----

They returned to the reception a few minutes later. Eileen, upon seeing Cas’s glossy eyes and pink nose, instinctively grabbed a butter knife to throw at Dean’s throat, but Sam tugged her arm down and pointed at Dean and Cas’s joined hands.

The pair mingled with the guests hand-in-hand for most of the night, only letting go to pick up Jack and swing him between them.

Later on, in the parking lot, with Jack asleep in his car seat and buckled safely in the back seat of the Impala, Cas turned to Dean, who had his arm around Cas’s waist.

Cas smiled at him. He said two words: “Marry me.”

Dean didn’t know how he had any tears left in him. “Jesus. Give a guy a break,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Earlier I said marriage wasn’t in the cards for me,” Cas explained, smiling widely, apparently pleased that he was making Dean cry so much. “I don’t want you to misunderstand - it’s in the cards if it’s you.”

Dean touched his forehead to Cas’s, so happy he could barely get any words out. “Cas, you know it’s a yes.”

-----

Jack was five years old and came home from kindergarten with a coloring sheet of Santa. Cas looked at Dean, mouth thin. “I’m tagging you in,” he said, then left the room.

“Can we see Santa at the mall, dad?” Jack asked, tongue between his teeth as he scribbled with his crayon.

Dean put a hand on Jack’s back. “Sure, bud,” he said. “You can tell him what you want for Christmas.”

He pulled out his phone. You’re dealing with the tooth fairy, he texted Cas.

Fine. You talk to him about the Easter Bunny then.

-----

Hope you liked it! I only ask that you do me one favor if you did - go and read my most recent fic on ao3 - I posted it at a dumb time and wish more people could see it. 

[dnarez]

Chapter 1 - Welcome to your new home

"Miss and mister, we are here"

The car drive was full of silence, the small child by the window watching the city pass by and his mother on the other one.

Everything was happening so fast, the winged boy had saved a few people from the car crash by instincts, then here he was now.

Going to live a better life and grown into a hero, just like his favorite hero.

The small boy smiled to the plushie, but was woken up from his daydreaming by his mother's voice.

"We don't have all day" her words were slurred.

The blond boy got up and got out from the tall car, which he fell face first on the floor since it was too high.

"Are you ok?" The driver asked.

Keigo got up and nodded, rubbing his face.

"Follow me" the driver took them to a big apartment, that could fit his old house entirely.  "Welcome to your new home, someone will come and give you two instructions, just wait in the living room".

Keigo couldn't believe how big this house was, he was starting to get excited about all of this.

His mother went to the couch and sat there while he was exploring the living room a bit.

As he reached for the snow glob he heard his mother scouting voice "Don't you dare break anything"

He looked at her, then looked back to the globe, but decided against it, walking to the couch and sat close to his mother.

"Who do you think they are going to put here with us?" He tilted his head to look at her

"Don't know, don't care, but probably someone old that can keep you in line" she said not even looking at him.

He frowned at that 'it will be boring if they do that...'

After some time in silence they heard the front door opening then some footsteps.

The living room door was open by a beautiful lady, she was really tall, her long (h/c) hair was in a high ponytail, shiny (e/c) eyes, and a small smile on her lips, dressed just like a business person.

She stops in front of them "Hello, and welcome to your new home, I will be the one to take care of it, and of you" she looked at Keigo, he blushed and looked away

She giggles 'cute kid'

"My name is Y/n, I'm 18 years old, anything you two wish for you can ask me" Y/n examine both of them a d notice the ragged clothes "I suspect that you both need a bath, please follow me and I will take each of you to your room"

They both get up "I want a room far from his" if Y/n was disturbed by that request or not, it wasn't noticeable, for she was one of the best of the best assistants on the commission.

"As you wish ma'am" Y/n bowed and started walking with them following her.

The first room she took them was for the boy of course, there was a very big bed,  and a wardrobe, the room was fully white and very empty, on the right wall there was a door that probably would lead to the bathroom.

"I know it's very empty, but you can request anything for me to put on it, from wall paint, to furniture, just ask me and I will bring it to you" the pretty lady pushed lightly the boy to the room.

He looked back at her and nodded showing that he understood.

"I will take care of your mother and will be right back to help you to take a bath" she bowed again and got out of the room leaving Keigo alone in it.

The boy looked inside the wardrobe and saw a lot of children clothes, they are probably for him.

The big white bed looked extremely comfortable, so he decided to try it.

As the small boy got up on the bed, he saw how bouncy it was and started to jump on it.

'This... this is fun!' With a big smile on his face and his loyal plushie in hands he started giggling and flapping his wings, while jumping.

He stopped when he heard a gasp from the door.

The lady from before was there looking shocked

"I-I... I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean- I only wanted-" Keigo stared at her as she walked to him "I was playing and-" she raised her hand, with fear of being hit Keigo closed his eyes and hugged his plushie tightly.

But instead of a hit he got a pet on the head, he opened his eyes surprised and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, it must have been boring waiting for me, but don't worry, I will make sure you have something to do next time" she smiled at him, her hand dropped at her side. "You are really dirty, let's take a bath, okay?"

He nodded still shocked that she apologized even if she didn't do anything wrong.

Y/n walks to the wardrobe and takes some clothes for him. "Please follow me" she walks to the bathroom.

When he got inside he was mesmerized by the size of it. "All of this is for me?" He looked at her confused "but I am small!"

Y/n giggle at that "But you will grow up, so we need to make accommodations on the long term of things" she goes to the bathtub and turn it on.

"While the tub is filling, please take of tour clothes, or do you need help?"

"I can do it" he looked around for a place to put his plushie.

"Would you like for me to hold it?" She showed him her hand "I can take care of it while you bathe"

He looked hesitant and shook his head.

"If you prefer we can let it by the sink, that way you can still see it"

Keigo nodded and gave the plushie to her, and watched her put it by the sink.

He took his clothes off and looked at it confused to what to do with them.

"Please give it to me, I will throw it away" he gave it to her, she turned off the bath while it was a little less the half of it "do you need something?"

"I can't get in... I need help" he looked down to the floor hesitant to ask for help.

"Everyone needs help sometimes, there is no need to be hesitant young master" she walks to him and take the naked boy on her arms "I won't take long" she walked out with his old clothes in hand.

"She is nice..." he looked at his hands and then at his wings "Am I that impressive?" Keigo huffed and started to bathe.

Y/n was back after a short while with some products in hand.

Keigo looked curiously at the bottles.

"These are for your wings, mutant quirks have special needs, you need to learn how to take care of your body, but since you are still a child I will help you." She sat on her knees "please turn around"

He did as told, then he felt two warm and oily hands massaging his back.

The silence was nerve raking, so he decided to ask "Why do you work for them?"

"The commission?"

Keigo nods

"Because just like you, they saw potential in me and helped me grow into who I am now" she started to carefully pass oil in each one of his feathers, on his right wing.

"They are good people?" He looked back at her.

"Hmm... that's a hard question... I prefer to call them parasites"

"But they helped you! And- and they are helping me..." he looked back at his hands

"Yes, but everything in life has its price, but don't worry too much about it, you don't have much choice right now" Y/n finished one wing and went to do the same on the other.

The unpleasant silence was back, but this time she was the one that broke it.

"You like Endevour? That's kind of uncommon"

"Really? Why? He's a hero isn't he?" Keigo tilted his head.

"He is, but he also looks scary, but... let me tell you a secret"

Keigo looked at her with shiny eyes "a secret?"

"Yes, can I trust you? It's one of my most precious secrets"

"I promise!"

She got close to his ear and whisperer "I like him too"

He gasped and looked at her with stars in his eyes. "REALLY?? WHY??"

"Shhh! Not so loud!" She giggles at his reaction "He was the one that saved me when I was small"

"Just like me and my mom!" His wings fluffed up

"Yes, that is one of the reasons that they choose me to take care of you young master"

Keigo had a big smile on his face "what's the other reason?"

"I will tell you when you grow up, now please stop moving"

"Do you promise?"

"Hu?"

"You promise that one day you will tell me?" He looked serious at her.

Looking at his golden eyes, she raised her pinky "I promise"

He grabbed her pinky with his and smiled.

"There now let's finish with washing you hai-"

Her pagers started to go off.

"Your mother called for me, I will be right back, please finish soaping yourself" she gave him a sponge with liquid soap in it.

He nodded and took it from her.

Y/n went to the boys mother, when she got there the mother was on a bathrobe looking to throw out the clothes.

"What do you wish for ma'am?"

"I'm hungry, go make me dinner" she said not even looking at the lady.

"I will start to make dinner as soon as I finished cleaning and changing the boy, anything else ma'am?" Y/n said with her head high.

"Just leave him alone, he can take care of himself, do as I ordered you" Keigo's mom snapped back looking at the lady.

"Ma'am I will tell this one time, and only one time" Y/n's gaze was cold, empty of any emotion as she steps closer. "I do not serve YOU I serve the young master, and ONLY the young master, I am one of the best assistants that the commission has, please keep in mind that even if I look like a little bug ready to be stepped on..." now she was face to face with the other woman "I still am a woman that was made into a caretaker to a future top pro hero" her eyes went from (e/c) to black, her aura was frightening "If I can stop your son then I can stop you, twice as easily."

Y/n raised a finger, and pointed it to the wall that was behind Keigo's mother, her finger made a medium straight line, then her eyes went back to normal as she stepped back.

"If that is all I will be taking my leave, young master is waiting for me" Y/n bowed to her and went to help Keigo.

As the mother turned around her face paled and her body petrified, the wall behind her was a big and deep cut exactly where Y/n had made the straight line.

. . . . . . . . . . . . ..................

Yoh, I'm back, and I thought about this before I went to sleep with a terrible headache, but since I knew I would totally forget about it in the morning I went ahead and wrote 400 words before I fell asleep from my headache.

I will keep writing the other one too, but this one is more of a brain fart than anything else.

Also, spoilers for BNHA

[alfredosauce50]

Island escapade 01

01 - First impressions Wordcount: 3,025 Synopsis: Because stirring up trouble in his home country was not enough. Allen gets arrested in Ibiza and is punished with six months of community service. As one of the researchers of a wildlife institute on a neighbouring island, you’re tasked to supervise him—but handling a raunchy ex-con by yourself is no easy task. That’s when Mathias swoops into the rescue, and you’re forced to deal with whims on top of it all. You soon suspect he may have ulterior motives hidden in his kindness. The reader is referred to as she/her.

It was the last night of his trip to Spain. What was meant to be a harmless visit to a cousin turned into a shitshow when he decided to hitch a ride to the nearby party island. Even with all these jacuzzis, he ended up getting into hot water with the law. And that was the story of how he got arrested in Ibiza. 

His face was throbbing, but so was his head after he downed one two many drinks. As the liquid courage coursed through his veins, he swayed to the pounding EDM in the club and danced behind girls.

That, he should’ve asked first. But he asked already, didn’t he? He must have. Everybody looked like they were having such a good time, ‘yes’ had to be coming out of their mouths to keep the party going. Allen could only surmise.

But with his impeded senses, surmising was the last thing he should’ve been doing.

“Don’t touch me, you creep!”

She slapped him right across the face.

“Agh—” The sting was bad enough, but getting a luke-warm vodka splashed on him made it burn. “Damn, lady. I thought we were starting something,” Allen slurred, stumbling backwards and landing on the top of a table. Glasses smashed and people scrambled away. “Wait, where’s everybody goin’?

The bouncers appeared and kicked him out.

An officer slammed him against the side of a car with a loud bang. They cuffed him behind his back. The fast exclamations of Catalan filled his ears as they tightened the cold metallic rings around his wrists.

“Fuck you!” Allen shouted fiercely over his shoulder.

“I don’t speak Italian!”

The officer understood that there was a language barrier and flipped him off. The car door slammed shut, followed by the low roar of the engine starting. “Allen D. Jekyll. What do you have to say for yourself after you groped this girl?” A man in a black uniform asked. His accent wasn’t heavy, but the words were still too fast for him to understand.

Everything came in like a dull hum in his ringing ears.

He was still intoxicated beyond relief, so he could only nod along with a daze to whatever the man said.

“Allen. Are you even listening to me? Yoohoo.” He waved a hand in front of his glazed eyes. They never followed any movement, much to his frustration. “You’re charged with sexual assault and street harassment. Do you understand?”

“... Uh... What?” Allen murmured.

The officer sighed sharply.

“You’re in big trouble.” He explained slowly. “You’ll go to jail if you don’t listen to me.”

“Jail?” The other finally snapped awake.

“I’m just kidding. We don’t put you in jail for something like that.” The officer grumbled.

“Oh... Cool.” Allen frowned.

“Don’t thank me,” They rose their brows. “It’s a fault in the system. But what you will have to do, is community service. One hundred hours of it.”

“Oh, hell no.” Flaring his nostrils as his expression darkened, Allen shook his head profusely. Community service? He could barely get on by himself, so community was out of the question.

“I’m not gonna pick up trash or look after some old farts! Why don’t you put me in jail or something?”

“You’re kidding. You’d rather go to jail and forfeit your own freedom to avoid picking up trash?” The man scoffed with wide eyes. “As much as I’d like to throw you in jail, it wouldn’t be as effective as making you work. For free. You’re a no-good drunk. You need to get your shit together, for fuck’s sake. Mare de meu!”

Allen dug his hands through his hair stressfully.

“Fuck. I shouldn’t have come to Ibiza.”

“I’ll tell you what.” The brown-haired officer bent down to one of his drawer compartments. Pulling that open, he reached for a small rectangular card and threw it on top of his polished glass desk. Allen looked down at the card that was flung at him.

A small image of a young lady gleamed at him, and below that were her name, number, and other links. “Friend of mine from a wildlife research institute. She cares for the animals there and monitors the population count on an island not far from this one,” Peering up to study Allen’s face again, he knew he had his attention now. “Interested?” “Animal care and a hot babe?” He murmured, smiling hard enough to make his cheeks hurt. “Hell yeah!”

You wouldn’t forgive Antonio for this one.

With your fists clenched at your sides, you glared at his boat that glided away into the distance. How could he dump an ex-con at your feet and expect you to babysit him for half a year?

He was the police officer, not you! 

And as a pervert with no self-control, all you had was a gun to defend yourself. A gun you weren’t even going to use because you didn’t know how to. The only person who was cleared to use firearms on the island was Mathias, and he wasn’t getting in on this.

You would make sure of it.

“I know everything I need to know about you, so don’t think for a second you got me fooled.” You grumbled, picking up the gun by the handle that protruded out from the burning hot sand.

“Why, are you gonna shoot me?”

It didn’t seem like you found that funny.

“Alright, alright. No need to be so cold,” He followed after you in a brisk walk. Then, he jogged in front of you to stop you in your tracks. “But hey, since this is our first time meeting, don’t I deserve a fresh start?” Allen showed a toothy grin.

“We can talk about fresh starts after you finish this sentence,” You brushed past him eagerly and climbed up a short set of stairs to a wrap-around porch. “Remind me why you’re here again. I’m pretty sure it didn't include making friends.”

He breathed out a small sigh.

“Community service, I get it. I’m the bad guy. But you’re stuck with me for the next six months, so might as well get to know each other, right?”

Allen followed you into your house. You’d gone to the kitchen to fill yourself a glass of water.

“Hey, can I get some?”

“Cups are up here,” You pointed. “And the tap.”

He nodded along and looked around to take everything in. This beach house was way nicer than what he ever had. Back home in New York, his apartment was so cluttered he couldn’t always see the floor. Your place was clean, open, and had a nice aquatic vibe to it. The same could be said for his place, except it was more of a sewer than an ocean.

You sat on your couch to drink. Kicking your legs up on the coffee table, you watched a litter of puppies fast asleep on a pet bed on the ground.

“Cute dogs. They yours?” You shook your head but didn’t bother taking your lips off your cup. Damn. Talking to women was never this hard. But then again, this wasn’t exactly a party, and the two of you didn’t get off on the right foot.

“Look.” He stared you in the eye. “I was drunk, okay? I couldn’t tell if she wanted it or not. So you don’t have to worry about me doing anything.”

“Mhm. Sure. Blame it on the alcohol,” You grumbled, returning the gaze with an unwavering one. “I’ve met guys like you, so I’ll know how to deal with you.”

“But there aren’t any guys like me.”

You shook your head sagely.

“Oh, there are.”

Allen pursed his lips together in a frown, but decided to let the conversation go. He was in deep enough shit already. So, he quietly watched you stand up and amble to the hall. You waved him over.

“Come on. I’ll show you to your room. Keywords, your room. I don’t know what she did or said, but I’ll make it super clear you can’t walk into mine.” You pushed open the door of a small guest bedroom.

He peered into it for a few moments.

You pointed to the door adjacent.

“See this? Avoid this one. I don’t have a lock, so I’m trusting that you’ll leave me alone.”

“Oh, seriously?” He blinked with surprise.

“Yeah, seriously. Get that stupid look off your face or you’ll make me nervous,” He gave his head a light shake to get rid of his expression. “If you try anything funny, we’re taking you back to the mainland to get arrested. And this time, you’ll be behind bars.”

“Wait, we? Who’s we? Isn’t it just you in this house?”

“Duh. But I’m not alone on this island. We can’t run this thing with only one person.” You remarked. He didn’t look excited about the crowd out there. You reached up to his broad shoulders and pushed him into the bathroom. “Dinner’s at seven. Before that, take a shower because you’re stinking up my house.”

Coming here on that boat was more than enough for him to work up a sweat in the hot Mediterranean summer. And the unpleasant BO was the last thing you wanted to start off this arrangement.

“Woah, hey—take it easy! I didn’t bring any clothes.” Before you could shut the door, he slotted his hand in the gap. “I thought you’d take me to buy some Hawaiian holiday shirts. Am I supposed to walk out naked or something? I’m just asking.”

Your cheeks burned red and you huffed.

“I already have some clothes prepared for you inside. Please wear them.” You pulled on the handle to shut him inside, but he never removed his hand. “What?”

“You wanna join me? We’ll save water.”

You paused for a good few seconds.

Then, you slammed the door quickly enough to jam his fingers into the doorframe.

“Ow, ow, ow...” He threw his head back and winced. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Please don’t kill my fingers!”

You released his hand, which slid pitifully behind the door. It hadn’t been an hour since you met the guy, and you could already tell how much of a menace he would be. But you couldn’t be discouraged.

Finding a job on this beautiful island was a godsend, and if these six months panned out well, you’d definitely be more seasoned than before.

But the truth was far from something that superficial.

You were really doing this for yourself.

A peeler went across the skin of a potato. You diced it into little cubes before dropping them into a bubbling pot. Allen ended up being vegetarian, much to your surprise, but you weren’t complaining.

The pitter-patter of the showerhead came to a stop. After setting out two bowls, you made your way to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“We're having gnocchi and Greek salad tonight. There’s no meat, so don’t worry.”

The shuffling of clothes continued.

“Oh, right—” He jumped on one foot while he slipped on a pair of boxers. It made sense that you knew about his diet, but this underwear fit like a glove. Luck or not, he was giddy at the thought of being looked after. “Thanks, baby. But are you done already? I’m still getting dressed here.”

You made a face, but continued without a hitch.

“I still need twenty minutes until it’s ready. You can help yourself to the fridge and TV while you wait.”

Free food, accommodation, and entertainment?

He had to admit what he did crossed the line, but this felt more like a reward than anything. A vacation, even. It didn’t sound like you were mad at him anymore either, so that was another thing that got him smiling like an idiot.

Allen slid on a pair of sweats, then a tank top you went out of your way to get for him. Could these be a friend’s? But that didn’t concern him. Everything fit. Too well, even. And he looked good.

He gripped the handle and was about to turn it when he heard the front door open.

Following that was a man’s voice.

He pressed his ear to the door on instinct. While he listened out of biting curiosity, he figured the guy was one of your colleagues, or your boss.

Allen gripped his tank and looked down at it.

Or even the owner of the clothes he was leeching off.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come here anymore? I don’t need anybody still thinking we’re together.”

Allen froze.

This definitely wasn’t just any colleague of yours.

At that very moment, he knew he couldn’t listen in. Or at least, he shouldn’t. This was none of his business. But the forbidden nature of it only made it all the more enticing to eavesdrop.

“Sorry, kæreste,” He murmured. “I was worried about you. I had to come and see how you were doing.”

“If it’s about Allen, I’m fine. He doesn’t seem that bad, and he hasn’t done anything.”

That, of course, was a lie.

Truth be told, you were still wary of him, and would be for a while. And your visitor was more than aware of the truth. He darted his concerned eyes over your fleeting expression before sighing.

“You know that’s not true,” He squeezed your shoulder gently. “And there’s nothing weird about me looking out for you. I don’t trust him being alone with you, okay? So let me do this for you.”

“Do what? Supervise me while I’m supervising him?”

“Yeah.”

“That takes away the whole point. I seriously don’t need you here, so please go. I appreciate the concern, but I... Really don’t want your help.”

“But—” The skidding of feet was heard, and the stranger’s voice faded as he was pushed out the door. “—I can’t just not care. I’d be a terrible friend.”

“We aren’t friends.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t care about you.” He was exasperated. “I’m not walking away from this.”

"I don’t care, Mat. You aren’t staying.” You insisted, successfully getting him halfway across the porch. “It’s hard for people to stay friends when they’ve dated before. And that’s not happening here.”

“Really? We can’t even be friends?” He murmured with a dejected tone. “You can’t just treat me like a stranger and pretend nothing happened between us. I mean, you had to come and borrow clothes from me too. So don’t push me away, please?”

“Only ‘cause you’re the same size as him,” Your words grew strained. “Now, let me go—!”

Allen was convinced he would hide in the bathroom until he left, but he couldn’t stand around after hearing that. Pushing the door open, he walked up hastily to where you two were. Just as he suspected, the man had his arms around you.

His hands were on your waist, his fingers sinking into your flesh in a hot-blooded hold, and his expectant eyes, fixed on you in a pleading look.

Whoever this ‘Mat’ guy was, he must’ve been the same age as him. He also had a similar height and build, but what set them apart was his head of unruly blonde hair, blue eyes, and fucking audacity.

“You good?” Allen asked.

You were wondering why Mathias looked surprised. Spinning around with round eyes, you felt your face heat up out of embarrassment. Well.

This wasn’t how you wanted them to meet.

“Allen?” You blurted. “And yeah, I’m good. He’s just a friend of mine.” Removing his coils around you while he was distracted, you stepped back into the house. “Now, shoo. It’s getting dark.”

The said friend shot you an unsatisfied look before glancing up and locking eyes with the figure behind you. So that was Allen. He was just as big as he was, and his body was etched with tattoos. Immediately, Mathias perceived him as a threat.

To you, and to him.

“Your friend, huh? Well, too bad he has to leave. Doesn’t look like you made enough for three.”

Giving the blonde a hard stare, he walked in front of you before his lips curled up into a smirk.

“So do us a favor and get lost, loverboy.”

[elsanna-shenanigans]

April Contest Submission #4: Stupid For You

Words: ca. 6,100 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: None

Anna adjusts her car visor to block out as much of the sun as possible. Just because the weather feels nice enough to keep her windows down, doesn’t mean she’ll allow the sun cook her through the windshield.

It’s 2:25 PM on a Friday. Back in college, she would have been powering through her final class of the week, racing back to her dorm on her longboard, changing into her pajamas, and replaying the entire Mass Effect trilogy for the fifth time. Now, she spends it idling in the parking lot of West Arendelle Elementary, breathing in exhaust fumes from other idling cars, and pitifully swiping through a dating app.

And to be honest, she might like this routine a little more.

But only because, in a couple of minutes the bell will ring and her favorite ten-year-old will burst through the front doors, skip down to her car, and tap on the passenger windows with both hands.

Not that…she knows any other ten-year-olds, she only knows this one. She doesn’t have like a top ten list of favorite children.

Anyway yeah.

Anna presses against the corner of a parking sticker peeling off at the bottom of her windshield, knowing she’ll have to get a new one soon. The sound of her phone buzzing grabs her attention, and a little bit of hope rises in her as she checks the notification. Unfortunately, it’s just a text from her mother saying not to park behind her when she gets back home.

Anna grumbles, “I swear there’s like zero lesbians in this entire freaking city.”

She’s saved from her petty lamenting by the forementioned bell, and suddenly the barren entrance of the elementary school is buzzing with activity as children pour out of the doors in droves. Some are running, some are walking slowly with their group of friends, but only one of them is skipping.

Or at least Anna could only see one skipping since she wasn’t focusing on any other kid.

Gleefully making her way to Anna’s car is a little girl in a bright-blue skirt, a clean white polo, and a messy braid. Her hands are clutching the straps of her glittery backpack and her lunch box is hanging on for dear life around her neck.

Serah Langford, the self-proclaimed “cooliest” ten year-old in Arendelle.

Serah predictably taps her knuckles against the passenger window and Anna rolls it down. “What’s the password?” she asks.

“Fart Sniffer,” Serah says confidently.

Anna shakes her head, “That was last week’s password. What’s this week’s?”

Serah looks off in the distance and purses her lips. A second later, she says, “Alright I said it!”

“Say it out loud.”

Serah rolls her eyes and says in a dramatically bored voice, “Anna de Milo is the greatest, prettiest, most wonderful babysitter in the world and deserves a million dollars.”

Anna unlocks the door and grins, “That’s the one!”

The embarrassed fourth-grader shuffles into the car, placing her bag by her feet, her lunch box in her lap, and her phone plugged into the AUX cord. Anna would be offended if they didn’t have the exact same taste in music.

A babysitting job wasn’t at the top of her list after she graduated, but when months passed and she exhausted all the search results for “Writer” on Indeed, she was starting to get desperate. Her mother advised her to look for any job so at the very least she could have a steady source of income while she continued to look for writing gigs.

That’s when she found Bizzybee.

Bizzybee is a company that prides itself on being “Tinder for babysitters”, which is a horrible vision statement but she kept from mentioning that during her interview. After a surprisingly long assessment process, Anna was placed into their system and she was free to take on any babysitting/housesitting job she wanted based on the profile of the parent and their needs. Everyone started with the same hourly rate, but with enough good reviews she would be eligible for raises.

The first five families she worked for weren’t a good fit for different reasons (one of the fathers actually tried to make a move on her, which is an entirely different, creepier story). She was beginning to lose hope until she stumbled on the profile of a recently divorced mother named Elsa Langford.

From the very first interview with Elsa, Anna knew she’d finally found the right babysitting job for her. She and Serah hit it off right away, and they worked out a Monday-Friday schedule which allowed Anna to continue searching for jobs while still getting great hours.

Six months later and, despite a couple of job offers, Anna decided to stay on as Serah’s babysitter. It was risky and not at all the path she set out for herself after college, but she found herself enjoying babysitting much more than she thought she would. And because of that, she stayed.

Well…that, and another reason.

Anna snuck a peek inside the lunch box at a red light and frowned at the unopened bag of cookies inside. “Seriously?! I thought you liked Chips Ahoy!”

“Only the chewy ones,” Serah argued.

“They can get chewy if you dip them in milk.” Anna waved the bag obnoxiously close to the little girl’s face. “These things are expensive, you know.”

“They’re $20 on Amazon if you buy them in bulk.”

“$20 is still a lot of money.” The light’s turned green, so Anna has to open the bag with her teeth. When she does so successfully, she pours a couple of the cookies right into her mouth. Chewing with righteous indignation, she says, “You know what you can buy with $20?”

“Dinner with my mom?”

Anna almost chokes on the cookies.

She hears Serah giggling up a storm while handing her a water bottle to keep from dying. After downing half the bottle, Anna takes a deep breath and gets back into the center of her lane to ensure neither of them is going to die. “Serah! What did I tell you about saying that kinda stuff while I’m driving?!”

Serah bounces proudly in her seat, “Well maaaaybe if you didn’t have a crush on my mom, I wouldn’t have to bring it up.”

“It’s not…I’m not…” Anna slumps in her chair, wondering why she even bothers denying it. “Whatever.”

Yes, she has a big, stupid gay crush on the mom of the kid she’s babysitting. But have you seen Elsa Langford? She’s gorgeous. Pale skin, light blonde hair always in a neat, tight ponytail, eyes like calm pools of water, and a killer body she worked tirelessly on after giving birth to Serah. Anna had to drink three glasses of water just to get through the interview with her.

But there’s nothing to it, and nothing’s gonna happen anyway. It’s just a crush.

A stupid, dumb, big, stupid, fleeting, doesn’t-mean-anything, stupid crush on a stupid, sexy mom.

It’s stupid.

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Anna pulls right into the driveway of the Langford’s small, one-story house. It’s in the middle of a long suburbian row of houses that look nearly identical in their mundanity, but this one always stands out to Anna. Not because she’s been to this house countless times, but also because it’s got a vibrant feel to it; like you can feel two main characters live here. Serah skips over to her front door with Anna close behind. She notices the grass is getting a little tall and wonders if Elsa might need some help mowing it this weekend.

She unlocks the front door and Serah immediately takes off her shoes by the front door, places her lunch box on the kitchen table, and hums to herself while she walks to her room. The schedule used to be on the fridge, but by this point Anna’s memorized it.

Make a light snack for Serah, help her with her homework before dinner’s done, clean around the house (that’s not a requirement, Anna just does it), make sure she doesn’t watch the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix yet, and then kick back until Elsa gets home. In between this time, Serah continues to tease her about her crush.

It’s been like that for weeks now, ever since Serah stole her phone one day and read the text Kristoff sent to her about Elsa. The subsequent conversation about what a “MILF” was didn’t exactly help things either.

This time, however, is different. Around 7 PM, while they’re watching an episode of American Ninja Warrior, Serah says something that doesn’t sound like a joke.

“She’d say yes, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” Anna asks cautiously.

“If you asked my mom out, she’d say yes.”

Unsure of how she’s supposed to react, Anna goes with an uncomfortable snort/laugh, “Wh- stop it. Stop kidding around, that’s…that’s silly.”

Serah shrugs like she didn’t say something crazy, and then she proceeds to say something even crazier, “She talks about you all the time.”

“Well yeah, I mean duh. I’m the babysitter,” Anna says like that’s supposed to be her superhero identity.

“No, she doesn’t talk about babysitting stuff.”

Finally, unable to help her curiosity, Anna asks, “What does she talk about then?”

Of course, she doesn’t get a chance to hear the answer. The front door unlocks and the woman they were just talking about arrives from work. Serah rushes to greet her mom and Anna stays sitting to let them spend their mother-daughter time together. And also because, like usual, she’s trying to figure out how to greet Elsa.

She decides on a cheerful “Hi!” followed by asking how work went; it’s casual and unassuming, but shows she cares about her. With that game plan prepared, she takes a quick breath, stands up, and walks over to the happy, little family.

“Hi!” she says with a practiced wave of her hand, though her voice is a little higher pitched than she’d like it to be.

Elsa’s clearly tired by the look of her, but when she smiles at Anna it feels like she’s genuinely happy to see her. Which of course makes Anna’s stomach do backflips, especially when Elsa walks over to her and gives her a hug. Even after taking off her heels, the exhausted banker still has a couple of inches on her.

“How are you?” she asks with her sweet, caring voice.

Anna tries to ignore the faint, flowery scent of perfume on Elsa’s neck, and the intrusive thought of wanting to hold her until all of Elsa’s troubles melt away. “Doing good,” she finally answers with her voice still an octave too high.

Elsa pulls away far too soon, keeping Anna at arm’s length while the younger woman is trying her best to pretend she doesn’t want to know how those lips would feel against hers. “Well let me write you a check and you can head out.”

What? No! Thinking fast, she replies, “No, you look exhausted. You can just rest, you don’t need to pay me right away.” Which is a lie, she has bills due next week.

“No I’d feel terrible if I let you go empty-handed. Trust me, it’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Ms. Langford, it’s okay. I’m in no rush tonight. Give yourself a minute to breathe, at least.”

Elsa frowns, but whatever she’s about to say gets interrupted by a long yawn. “Okay fine, if you can give me half an hour, I’ll have your check ready by then.”

“Sounds perfect!” Anna squeaks.

“And again, you don't have to call me Ms. Langford. Elsa’s fine.”

Elsa pats her on the shoulder and walks over to her room, Anna gets a glimpse of it before the door shuts and she can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be in Elsa’s room one day. Her shameful thought is interrupted by someone bumping her hip.

She looks down and sees Serah with a smug grin on her face.

“Oh hush,” Anna says.

[Line Break]

Anna hates taking breaks, and she especially hates days off. Not just because that’s one less day she gets to see Elsa, but also because that’s who she is as a person. Days she isn’t working provide zero structure, and she forgets how to be a human being without a structure.

The weekends, then, are a tumultuous time for her. If she doesn’t have pre-made plans with her friends, she’ll spend the days thinking about doing everything, inevitably end up doing nothing, and then dragging herself out of the house to do something.

This particular Saturday, that “something” happens to be grocery shopping. With a list that only has “Eggs?” on it, she ventures through every single aisle, wondering if she could get herself hungry enough to buy whatever she’s currently looking at.

So far, aside from the eggs, there’s only one other thing in her cart. And it’s not even for her.

“Pop-Tarts…I don’t know, they might sound good later.” She reaches to grab a box of the frosted strawberry ones but waves it off at the last second. Maybe the next aisle will have something she thinks absentmindedly as her cart almost hits the person in front of her.

Who somehow happens to be Elsa.

“Hi! Hey! Wow hi!” Anna says while Elsa looks at her like she’s genuinely startled. “H-hey there, Ms. Langford.”

After registering that the person yelling at her isn’t a threat, Elsa smiles. “Anna! It’s so wonderful to see you.” She looks as if she’s going to take a step towards Anna, but changes her mind at the last second.

Unfortunately, Anna took that as a cue to also step forward and didn’t move back fast enough. So now, she’s just standing between both carts like she’s commandeering both. “I-I didn’t know you went grocery shopping. Here, I mean. I’m sure you shop, but like…I live near here. Like five minutes away actually.”

Elsa chuckles, and honestly it sounds like honey-dipped guitar strings. But less sticky, and more sexy. “Well I was in the area dropping Serah off to her karate lesson, so I figured I might as well do some shopping while I wait.”

Right, Serah started her lessons last week. She told Anna that she was super excited about “getting to punch bricks and stuff”. Still unsure if she should move yet, Anna adds, “Well I like this place a lot. It’s like one of my top ten places to be- to go. Maybe top five.”

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” Elsa grins like she really is happy to have run into her. She shifts her gaze down and remarks, “Oh, that’s a really nice chopping board.”

Oh. Right. The chopping board’s…still in her cart. Anna lifts it up and holds it like she’s showing off the finest new features in chopping board technology. “Yeah thanks, it’s on sale actually.”

“That’s good news, I’m looking to replace the one we have. I’m tired of scraping plastic off my chicken when I’m cutting it.” Anna knows this, of course, because Elsa’s muttered it to herself every time she’s in the kitchen. “Which aisle did you find that in?”

Forgetting why she has the chopping board in the first place, Anna holds it out and says, “Oh it’s okay, you can just have this one?”

“Are you sure? Don’t you need it?”

Now remembering why she has it, Anna shamefully pulls it away, “Yes. I mean no. No I don’t, I don’t need it. It’s in my cart, but I don’t need it.”

Elsa’s eyes narrow, “I-I’m sorry, I’m confused.”

Well this is happening. And it’ll be even more awkward to explain things if she shows up with the chopping board on Monday. She sighs, finally admitting defeat, “I…I heard you mention you needed a new chopping board, so I wanted to get one for you. This one, actually. This is the one I was going to buy. And then give it to you on Monday.”

Elsa goes from confused to flattered in a second, and much like all of her expressions there’s an inarguable authenticity to it. There’s no exaggerated gasp or a drawn-out “Awww”, instead there’s a smile that could melt a million hearts and a casual touching of Anna’s upper arm.

“I knew I picked a good one,” Elsa says, oblivious to the screaming and fireworks occurring in Anna’s head.

“Ah, i-it’s nothing really. I’m using my paycheck, so in a way you’re buying it yourself haha,” Anna tries to laugh but she squeaks like someone’s just pumped her full of helium.

“Nonetheless, you’ve helped lift so much stress off your shoulders and I want to show how much I appreciate you.” Elsa straightens up a little and looks at the frazzled redhead curiously, “What do you think about coffee?”

“You mean like a coupon?” Anna shakes her head. “I mean a gift card?”

Elsa opens her mouth to respond, but another thought seemingly goes through her head and she purses her lips. A second later, she smiles again, “Yes. Like a gift card. Young people still drink Starbucks, right?”

Anna scoffs, “Ms. Langford, you’re only nine years older than me.”

“And yet you still insist on calling me ‘Ms. Langford’, which always makes me feel much older than I actually am.”

A ton of bricks falls on Anna as she realizes her grave mistake. “Oh my goodness, Ms. La- ah I mean I uh…I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I mean that wasn’t my intention. You’re young, a-and beautiful, and still in your prime. No you haven’t even reached your prime yet! If I made you feel like you weren’t, I’m-”

She’s silenced by the feel of Elsa’s hand coming to rest on…her shoulder? Well that’s new. And exciting. Anna focuses half of her mind on calming down and the other half on what Elsa’s saying.

“Relax Anna, it was just a joke. You can call me whatever you want.” Though Elsa’s voice is reassuring, her smile has a glint of proud mischief from catching her off-guard. “I’m not about to police my favorite babysitter on what words she can use.”

Anna tries to speak but finds her throat too dry. She clears it and tries again, “Really? I’m your favorite babysitter? You’re not just saying that?”

“I went through far too many babysitters before I found you,” Elsa lets out a breathy laugh, eyes glancing to the side as if she’s remembering back to the years she’d had to find the right fit to take care of Serah. Anna wonders what makes her so different from the others, but thinks that’s too invasive to ask. “You’re the best.”

The casual yet loaded compliments and the feel of Elsa’s fingers so close to her bare skin combine to create a dangerous, stomach-churning reaction in Anna. One that sets all her impulses alight, screaming at her to kiss Elsa.

Before she even has the chance to compose herself, Elsa’s already pulled away and is back by the safety of the handrails on her cart. “Well I think I’ve used up enough of your time this weekend. And besides, I need to find something for dinner tonight. I’ll see you Monday, okay?”

Anna blinks, still trying to register things that happened five minutes ago. “Uh yeah, no problem. Sounds great,” she replies without knowing what she’s saying.

Elsa smiles at her and turns the corner, disappearing from direct sight. After an eternity of standing at the end of the aisle like an idiot, Anna groans and covers her face with her hands.

“Stupid,” she mumbles to herself.

[Line Break]

“The evil scientist shouted, ‘This ain’t over, Super Gal! One day-”

Anna presses the buzzer she bought at a dollar store. “There’s no such thing as the word 'ain’t’,” she corrects.

Serah groans, “You’re the worst.”

“You asked a girl with an English degree for help with your story. What did you expect would happen?” Anna taps against the table like an evil villain.

’“I didn’t expect you to not go easy on-”

Anna presses the buzzer again. “Double negative!”

“I’m not even writing!” Serah protests.

“My buzzer, my rules.”

The sound of the front door opening interrupts them bickering like long-lost sisters. Instead of running over to greet Elsa by the door, Serah shouts with exasperation, “Moooom! Anna’s being a jerk!”

“Well that’s what happens when you ask an English major to look over your story, honey,” Elsa replies.

Anna gives Serah a smug grin, the little girl sticks her tongue out in response. Elsa joins them at the dinner table, the tiredness on her face is less concerning tonight but Anna catches her wince when she sits down.

“You okay?” she asks.

Elsa smiles, “Fell off a ladder at work.”

“Oh my gosh, how bad does it hurt? I could-” Anna has to take a pause to let the unhelpful thought of massaging Elsa’s back go away. “-get you some ibuprofen or an ice pack.”

“Thank you, Anna, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in the morning once I sleep it off. After all, I’m not even in my prime yet.” Elsa winks at her, and Anna has to pretend her insides haven’t turned to jelly.

“Is this like that time you fell in the bathroom while trying to pull your pants up?” Serah asks.

“Serah!” Elsa hides her face in her hands, though it’s still possible to tell the remorse she feels through her voice. “Why did I even tell you that story?”

Serah feigns innocence and shrugs, “Because I’m your daughter and you like telling me things?”

Elsa sticks her tongue out in response and it’s much cuter than it has any right to be. Unable to help herself, Anna asks, “Are you sure I can’t do anything for you? I mean like with your back…or whatever.”

Elsa rests her head against one of her hands and doesn’t try to hold back the tiredness in her smile this time. “You’re very sweet, Anna, but I’ll be okay. Just need some rest.” She mumbles afterward, “And a vacation…”

Anna lets her mind wander for a second, thinking of what it would feel like to take Elsa somewhere she could unwind. Like to a spa, or a lake. Elsa feels like the kind of person who finds solitude near water. In her mind, she sees Elsa in a baby blue sundress and a wide brim hat, looking out at the crystal clear waters from a creaky, wooden dock. She sees herself walking down the same dock and Elsa turning to her with a smile, holding a hand out and beckoning her to come over.

“What do you think, Anna?”

The wishful thought dissipates, and Anna’s pulled back into reality by a question she’s not ready for. “Sorry, I was uh…thinking of a story idea. What were you guys talking about?”

Thankfully not asking where Anna’s mind was really at, Elsa repeats herself, “Serah was wondering if you wanted to go to her play tomorrow.”

“I’m playing a tree!” Serah says proudly.

This invitation comes as a wonderful surprise. Serah’s been hyping this play up for forever, but Anna always assumed she would want Elsa to be there. “Oh, I…did something happen? Can you not make it?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare miss seeing my little girl play the part of Tree #2. But I really-”

Serah clears her throat obnoxiously loud.

“Right. We would really love it if you came. Tickets are free, but they’ll be selling popcorn and soda for $2.”

“You can sit next to my mom!” Serah adds, and her failed blink shows she knows exactly what she’s implying. It feels odd having a ten-year-old be her wing woman, but Anna’s learning to roll with it.

“No pressure, though,” Elsa says while wringing her hands together. “It’s on a Friday night, and I know you might already have plans.”

“I don’t,” Anna responds far too fast.

Elsa’s eyes widen in surprise, “Oh. Then do you want to go?”

The chance to sit next to Elsa for an hour in a dark auditorium? Anna would be an idiot to pass that opportunity up. And it isn’t lost on her that it felt like Elsa was about to say she would personally love it if she went.

“Sure, I’d love to go.”

[Line Break]

Far too many questions are still punching Anna in the brain as she pulls into West Arendelle Elementary’s parking lot and walks towards the auditorium. Should she have eaten something beforehand? Is she overdressed? Is she underdressed? Should she have texted Elsa to coordinate outfits? What if this is all some elaborate prank to make fun of her for her stupid mom crush? Did she sweat through her shirt? Is it noticeable?

Her crazy thoughts are interrupted by her phone buzzing. She pulls it out of the back pocket of her jeans and sees it’s a text from Elsa. She’s waiting by the door so they can find some seats together.

Well, that eases her worry about trying to find Elsa in a crowded auditorium. Though crowded might be an understatement. It’s a fourth-grade play, not an opera at The Met.

Once inside, Anna takes a second to admire the impressive renovations of what used to be a musty, old gymnasium (they even put in carpets and sound dampeners). But she’s not here to appraise this place, she’s here to root for her favorite fourth grader/tree and keep the ogling of Elsa to a minimum-

Holy baloney, Elsa’s wearing a dress.

It’s got blue-and-white stripes, short sleeves, and a similar colored waist sash. And instead of her hair being in a tight ponytail, the nearly silver locks fall across her shoulders and down her back.

It’s casual, it’s cute, it’s gorgeous, it’s beautiful, and it’s a stark reminder of how absolutely smitten Anna is.

“I was getting worried you might not show up,” Elsa says with a smile akin to the one she showed off at the grocery store.

Up close, Anna also notices a thin, snowflake necklace around Elsa’s slender neck and she’s already failed in keeping her ogling to a minimum. “You can always trust me to keep my promises, Ms. Langford,” she says with a goofy grin meant to reflect something called confidence.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elsa responds.

Feeling like she has to mention it, and also because her brain’s still currently fried from seeing an angel, Anna adds, “You look beautifuller. I-I mean not like fuller, I just mean you look more beautiful than usual. Oh gosh, not that you usually look bad because you don’t. You never look bad, you’re-”

Elsa lays a hand on Anna’s shoulder again, which might as well be her reset button. “Anna, do me a favor and take a breath.”

Anna takes a breath.

“Good job. Now let’s go find some seats, okay?”

Anna follows her, too caught up on the feeling of being told she did a good job.

They find a spot at the end of an aisle and close enough to the stage that Serah will be able to find them without looking too hard. Elsa takes the seat on the left, Anna takes the seat on the right. They don’t start talking again right away, not until the conversations all across the auditorium become a blanket of white noise.

And then Elsa lets out a breath, “This feels nice.”

Anna turns to her and notices her eyes are closed, but she still commits to perfect posture so it looks like she’s meditating. “What do you mean?” Anna asks.

“Being…present. Not having to rush to make dinner or beat traffic or anything like that. It feels nice to have a break and just be.”

Anna finds it hard to understand what constitutes this as a break, but then again she isn’t a mother. And she doesn’t know much about what it means to take a break anyway.

Elsa tilts her head like she’s about to rest it on Anna’s shoulder, but instead, she turns to look at her. “Thank you again.”

“For the chopping board?”

“For the chopping board, for taking care of Serah, for being someone I can trust…for everything. It’s hard to- I mean you know it hasn’t been easy for me relationship-wise.”

Anna nods. Learning about Elsa’s divorce and her subsequent failed relationships was a part of why she took this job in the first place. She sympathized with the single mother and knew even then that Elsa could really use someone to have her back too.

“So thank you, for being my…the person I needed through all this. My knight in shining armor.”

The lights haven’t dimmed yet, so she needs to hope the blush on her cheeks isn’t too noticeable. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too wide, and then says, “Well, outstanding service is the Bizzybee guarantee.” It’s supposed to be a playful joke, but Elsa doesn’t seem to take it as such.

She frowns, “Do you really only see this as a job?”

This is different, but it doesn’t feel like a good different. Elsa doesn’t usually look like she’s staring into her soul, and she hasn’t asked anything this personal since the initial interview. To Anna, the answer is obvious, but she’s also caught up on wondering what answer Elsa wants to hear. If she says the wrong thing, will she lose her job? What’s the right thing to say? When did it get so warm? And is that citrus she smells in Elsa’s hair? Gosh, why is she so weird?

Shrinking further underneath Elsa’s stone-cold curiosity, Anna finally decides to approach this with honesty. “No,” she starts far too softly. “No, I think I would probably do anything for you…r family. You mean a lot to me. Y-you and Serah, I mean.”

She really hopes that doesn’t sound like a confession. The last thing she wants to do is get fired and have to run out of an elementary school auditorium in tears.

A soft, warmth presses against her hand that’s been resting on her seat. Anna looks down and sees Elsa’s hand on top of where hers should be. If this is a dream, then she never wants to wake up.

“Thank you for saying that,” Elsa replies just as softly.

Finally, the lights dim and the principal is on the stage talking about how hard the fourth-graders have worked on this rendition of The Giving Tree. And maybe it means nothing, but Elsa still hasn’t pulled away. Anna pushes away the thought of her own hand being too sweaty, and the notion that this could be a fulfillment of her craziest wish. Right now, she just tries to enjoy the feeling.

Serah turned out to be an excellent Tree #2.

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Next Monday, everything falls apart.

Or at least that’s what it feels like is going to happen when Elsa gets back from work and immediately asks Serah to go to her room so they can talk alone.

Anna’s never seen her this distraught before. Her ponytail is poorly put together, she’s not wearing any makeup, and there’s a coffee stain below her collar. When she asks if she can do anything to help, Elsa’s response is a quick but harsh, “No.”

She stiffens up. “Oh. O-okay, I’m sorry.”

Elsa shakes her head, places her hand on top of one of the kitchen chairs, but then pulls back like it’s hot to the touch. “Could we maybe sit on the couch?”

Right now, Elsa could tell her to cut off her hand and Anna would do it. She nearly trips walking the five feet from the kitchen to the living room couch, and tries to take up the least amount of space as possible when she sits down. Elsa sits on the far side, clutching a pillow to her chest with her mind probably anywhere else but here.

It’s not a good sight, and Anna’s not only worried about the safety of her job, but Elsa’s condition. She purses her lips to keep from saying anything stupid, and hopes this isn’t the horrible nightmare she’s expecting it to be.

Elsa closes her eyes tight, “I’m afraid I have to let you go, Anna.”

Anna completely deflates. Had she not been expecting this, it would have come as a greater shock to her. But when she pushed her luck at the play by trying to hold Elsa’s hand…she knew her days as a babysitter were numbered. “I understand,” she says sadly.

“I don’t think you do,” Elsa replies, quickly turning to look at Anna. Her eyes look like they’re pleading with her, like she doesn’t want to do this. “You were amazing, and I will give you the best endorsement for any job you apply for. But after the play-”

“I know. I was out of line.”

There’s a tense, awkward second of silence where the two women are looking at each other with equal levels of guilt and remorse. Though their reasons are vastly different. Elsa sighs and places the final nail in the coffin, “No, you weren’t.”

…what?

“Anna, I wanted you to hold my hand.”

What?

“You did?” Anna asks, trying her best to curb her optimism. This can’t possibly be going the way she thinks it is.

Elsa nods, “I’m not- well okay, first of all, I don't want to fire you. Serah, she thinks of you as her big sister, and the thought of separating you two tears me up. But this needs to happen because I…having you around…I feel something for you.”

“Feel something?” Maybe someday she’ll be able to say more than two sentences again.

Again, Elsa closes her eyes. A sternness falls on her face which Anna can tell she’s had to use a lot “Say it out loud,” Elsa mutters.

“What’s wrong?”

One agonizing moment later, Elsa reopens her eyes, and the guilt in them has worsened. “I-I’m attracted to you, Anna, and it’s getting to me. Really bad. I can’t sleep without thinking of you, I got a ticket for speeding a couple of weeks ago because I couldn’t wait to get home to you and Serah, and when you held my hand? Gosh, I felt something I never felt with anyone I’ve ever been with. I have feelings for you, and I have to let you go before I do something I might regret.”

She’s not dreaming, Anna knows that for sure because there’s no weird fog around her and Elsa doesn’t have a horse head. Yet she still can’t wrap her mind around the fact that this is happening.

Elsa Langford, the most beautiful mom- hell, the most beautiful woman- she’s ever known has just confessed she has feelings for her.

But she has to know for certain, so she finally musters up the lucidity to ask more than two words. “Do you really mean that?”

Elsa laughs. But it’s not a “gotcha” laugh, it’s a deeply embarrassed, caught-in-the-act laugh Anna’s far too familiar with. “Yes. I like you a lot.”

That’s all the confirmation she needs. With all the social grace of a bowling ball tumbling down the stairs, Anna responds. “I like you a lot too. Like attractively, I-I mean romantically.”

Elsa’s eyes widen, “Really?”

Anna shows off her expertly crafted awkward laugh. “Of course! You’re sweet, caring, and you’re so beautiful I bet a potato sack would look good on you. When I look at you or even think of you, I just see like rainbows and flutes and warm stuff like blankets or bedrooms- I uh, I mean like…soup. It was just a stupid crush at first, but honestly I don’t think I’ve ever felt this strongly for anyone before. Elsa, you’re a dream come true.”

Elsa’s pale complexion makes the redness that appears on her cheeks much brighter and more beautiful than Anna could ever imagine. This magical moment…it’s something she’ll always cherish and will never forget.

“I love the way you say my name,” Elsa says quietly.

“It’s a very pretty name,” Anna adds.

“Gosh, just kiss each other already!” Serah shouts from the hallway.

They talk for another hour. Despite the looming threat of being fired disappearing, Anna still agrees it’s best she stops working for Elsa. There’s now a conflict of interest, and the last thing they want is for either of them to get in trouble. Which means it’s back to job hunting. On the bright side, however, Anna can now come over whenever she wants so Serah will still have her “big sister”.

As for her and Elsa, they both agree to take things slow to make sure they won’t drive each other crazy. In a bad way, obviously. They both have big, stupid crushes on each other, but with Elsa’s track record for relationships and Anna’s overall social awkwardness, it’s clear that attraction will only get them so far. They have to work for this, if this was something to work for. Nonetheless, they remain optimistic and their first date is set for next week.

Elsa just needs to find a babysitter first.

[jaxxandcomet]

Goodnight, Pogues ∞ JJ x Reader

Summary: The carefree, confident and kind kook turned Pogue has an encounter with Rafe on the beach, leading to a few shots being fired. 

Warnings: Blood, death, swearing, guns, sexual assault, sexual references ( if there is more let me know! )

Word Count: 2k!

This was not requested but I had the idea of a series where the seemingly perfect girl gets in an accident and it changes how she sees the whole world. Loosely based on On My Block, at the end of Season 1. 

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The day had been amazing. Full of blue sky, puffy white clouds, and salty spray. The ocean felt amazing underneath your board. The sun shifting through the water and rippling the sand below. 

“Surfs up bitches!” You yell jokingly as JJ hits a huge wave, riding it perfectly before falling off at the end. You and Pope, who stands in the shallows next to you, leaning on his surfboard, laugh. 

“You never swear.” Pope says and you nod at him. He was right, you never did. You were the perfect daughter to the kooks, smart, independent, kind, confident, carefree but because you hung out with the Pogues, basically lived at John B’s, and were dating JJ, the high strung people from Figure 8 never called you their own. 

“I was joking mother fucker.” You answer Pope, as he smiles, bursting into laughter. 

“I guess you’re changing then y/n.” Pope says and you shake you’re head. 

Little did you know you would have no choice over the change coming. 

A few minutes later JJ and John B paddle towards you all and you fall into you’re boyfriends arms. John B splashes you as a joke and you sink under the water, swimming under your surf board to grab his leg. 

Popping up a few seconds later, Pope and JJ are doubled over in laughter, leaning against their boards for support. 

“You screamed like a little baby, man!” JJ moves your board to hug you and you flip off John B, who’s face is almost too red. 

“Good one y/n. You and JJ are the funniest people in all of Kildare County.” Pope said and John B shook his head. 

“Sorry Johnny, its true.” You joke and flash another smile. By the time you hit more waves and walk back to shore, JJ and John B are drinking beers and the sun says its almost four. 

“Chief. Nice waves you caught, baby.” JJ gives you and smile and pats next to him on a towel. A group of tourons next to you give you a look and JJ flips them off as you sit next to him. 

“Sorry about that.” You say to the tourons. Its not like they know that you and JJ are together. Maybe they want to get in his pants, which you can understand. If you were them you’d want to steal JJ for yourself. 

“So whats for the eating boys?” You ask and Pope walks up, shrugging. He sits down to your left. 

“You.” JJ says and you playfully slap his arm. 

“Sarah Cameron.” John B says and you roll your eyes at both of them. 

“Not girls, dingus one and dingus two. Thank you for the compliment babe, but I mean like actual food.” You say back and they look unfazed. When John B started dating Sarah it was like a blow to the heart for you. John B and JJ had been there for you when you’re father left and your mother married a rich kook on the other side of the island. You’d basically fallen apart then. You felt like he’d been replacing you. But Sarah and him were made for each other, and you couldn’t break them apart if you tried, and you never would. 

“We could throw a kegger after begging Ki for free food?” Pope suggests and you shrug. 

“I’ll pay for you guys. Ki told me once that they give the leftovers to the homeless.” You say and JJ squeezes your arm. 

“Your too amazing y/n.” He was right, you were the calmest, neatest, therapist like person the Pogues ever met. You’d never be seen getting angry, or not seeing the other side of things. If you friends got into an argument, you were always the mediator and tried to help them see the other side of the misunderstanding. 

Loading up your gear, as well as helping Pope out, you pile into John B’s van and head over to The Wreck, and you see Ki outside, taking someones order. 

You let JJ and Pope get out first and then shut the door behind you to grab your boyfriends hand and rub the back of his hand comfortingly. Sitting down at one of the tables near the back of The Wreck, Ki comes over, wearing a light pink ruffle crop top and jean shorts. Her curly hair is pulled up into a half bun, the ends frizzing. Her eyes sparkle as she eyes you all down. 

“I got your orders already in boys and girl.” She says and sits down, signaling to her father at the bar that she is now on break. “I get off work in 30, what are we doing?” She asks, leaning against Pope as his face turns red. You’ve known forever that he is head over heals in love with Kiara, and you can’t really blame him. She’s gorgeous, smart, cares about the environment. You’ve tried to get the answer out of her if she likes him, but she never says anything, so you stopped pressing. You didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. 

“Kegger,” John B says and you see him typing something on his phone. 

“Inviting Sarah Mr Kook?” JJ asks and you try to read John B’s face. He smirks and then looks up. 

“What? Uh, yes. I think.” You nod your head. Sarah is a good person, perfect for John B. She, too, was entirely beautiful, kind and the best girlfriend for John B. They fit together like puzzle pieces. 

“Have you given her some of that John D already, mate?” JJ asks and you groan, fixing your posture after you leaned over in fake anger. 

“You don’t have the answer that John B, but we all want to know.” You say. He’d told you that he nailed a few girls, which you were okay with. John B had nailed you and been your first kiss, which was hard to explain to JJ. You’d been so into him freshmen year, and then, it happened. But now, John B was entirely Sarah’s and JJ was yours. 

“I mean, yeah.” John B blushed and JJ’s hand and his met in a high five, just before he setting a hand on your thigh. The warmth spread through your body and you grinned at your boyfriend, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Thats my boy, Pogue style.” JJ says and you cringe. 

“Okay ya’ll, this is getting weird. I’ll be back with your food soon.” You watch as Ki walks away, and then turn to JJ to see his gaze following her, landing on her ass. 

“Well since the food isn’t here yet, JJ, do you want to go and get the stuff for the par-tay?” John B says, scooting his chair loudly to get up. JJ shrugs and you give him one more kiss as he walks away towards the door. Its just you and Pope now. 

“Did you see him watch Ki?” Your best friend says and you nod. 

“Don’t you feel jealous? Like I mean, if I were dating someone and the person looked at another girls butt, I would be pissed.” Pope says and you make eye contact with him, shifting your weight on the table. 

“I don’t blame him. I know I’m beautiful, but he spent a lot of his life looking for a girl to have sex with. He told me sometimes it slips his mind. Then he feels bad about it. I love him, I know I’m enough for him. We are a good couple. I feel safe, you know.” Talking through it made your emotions feel better. Even though you didn’t get mad, the feeling of saying things out loud always helped. 

A few minutes later, JJ and John B come back, and Ki brings the food. Once everyones eaten, you all pile into the car, and John B hands you the keys to his van. You smile at him. 

You normally drove John B’s car, mostly because you were the most confident and had the longest attention span. You sat in the front seat and look back. 

“Everyone buckled up?” You ask and Pope groans. 

“Yes, Mrs bus driver.” JJ says in a high pitched voice, you break out a laugh, just like you have hundreds of times today. Sometimes your friends don’t understand that even though you feel great about your driving skills, and fairly sure you won’t crash the van, you just want them to be safe. 

When you arrive at the boneyard, some kooks are already there, and you see Rafe Cameron with his stupid buddies Kelce and Topper doing a line of coke. Your face crinkles up with anger. Drugs are not a way to lessen the pain. Nor is drinking or smoking, for that matter, but especially not things like coke or dope. You shrug them off as people start arriving for the kegger, mostly just tourons looking for a good ol’ hookup on their week or two of vacation. 

The sun starts to set as your boyfriend and John B set up the fire. You’re sitting next to Pope, who’s explaining something about dead bodies farting to a tourist that keeps checking her phone. You would normally listen to him, but you zone out. 

Rafe, Topper, and Kelce are still doing lines of coke, even though they must be soaring high right now, and some blondie delivers a few cases of beer to them, adding to the pile of disguared bottles littering the sand. 

After looking back at Pope and the girl, who walked away, you touch your best friends arm and pull him gently up. 

“Want to go and look for sand dollars and watch the sunset?” You ask, and he nods his head. When you and Pope both met, you found matching sandollars, small and perfect, and got them made into bracelets. You’d been on the beach after a fight with John B, and Pope came up to you, wondering what a kook was doing on the cut. You didn’t explain the circumstance, and you don’t exactly remember how you both found the sand dollars, but now they were tied around your necks as perfect pendents, keeping you guys together. 

You grab JJ’s arm and whisper what you and Pope are doing before he tells you to be safe. You lean in for a kiss and you can feel his smiling, tasting beer and mint on his lips. 

“I love you, and I will.” You say, and he turns back to John B, who is talking to Sarah about something. 

You and Pope walk past the other groups of people, getting wasted, as usual, and then find your way to the ocean. For a few minutes its quiet, just you and Pope shifting through the sand to look for anything beautiful, until you both sit down on the edge of the foam to watch the sunset. Its red tonight, a deep and startling color. Full of hints of gold, and sandy colors, and then some darker ones mixed in. 

“You always try and watch the sunset.” Pope says as you pull out a small notebook from your shorts pocket. Inside, you describe the sunset tonight. Its colors, how it made you feel. Try and compliment it. 

“I try to. Somedays I miss it, but its nice to see something beautiful every day.” You say, and then stand up suddenly. You see something in the sand in front of you. Bending over, you find its a broken sand dollar, one side torn to a sharp, serrated edge that would cut your skin. 

“Ugh.” You say, kissing it before someone whiles behind you. 

“Nice ass, y/n.” Rafe says, and you turn around to see him stumbling towards you, empty beer bottle in his hand. 

“Thanks Rafe, but stop looking at it.” You say and he grins, tossing the bottle on the ground. Pope’s up in seconds, glancing back at the firelight where the kegger is still happening. Its the only thing, other then the moon, lighting the scene about to take place. 

“I don’t want to. You know, maybe I could have some of it.” He says and you shake your head. He’s coming closer to you and Pope steps beside you, fear, and anger, in his eyes. Your scared to, but don’t let it on. No one can know your emotions, especially not this high, and drunk kook. 

“I don’t think so. In fact, maybe go back to your friends.” You say as he comes into three feet of you. His hands reach out to grab you and Pope pushes them away, just as Rafe shoves him to the ground, kicking his side. You push the sandy haired boy and his knuckles dig into your skin. Pope is trying to get up, but Rafe must have broken a rib because his breathing is hard and flushed. 

“You must have known you’d get fucked tonight, with that outfit you’re wearing.” Rafe says, and you kick him at his groin. You were wearing a pair of Levi jean shorts, a lacy white bra, and one of JJ’s button shirts to cover up your breasts, leaving the rest unbuttoned. 

“What I wear has no affect on if I want to have sex with you Rafe,” you say, calmly, though fear is coursing through your bones. Rafe, struggles to get up, and almost falls over again, and your backing towards the waterline. 

“Whatever you want to believe y/n, but you’ve made me very angry.” Rafe says, a little to loudly, and you cringe. Any chance at this not getting physical was out of the picture now. “And you know what happens to people that make me angry.” You stop moving backwards as your heals touch the water, and glance back at JJ, who, once he heard Rafe’s voice, came turning and walking quickly towards the scene unfolding. 

While you were looking at your boyfriend, and now John B, who are both making their way towards you, Rafe, puts his hands on your waist and shoves you down. You try and punch him in the face, and grab his ankles and you kicks you in the side. Crawling away and standing up again, five feet away, he comes running at you. 

Cold fingers slide around your neck, and you can’t breath. Rafe must be choking you out. With a last grain of effort, you spit in his face and try to back away, and then he pulls something out, and two shots are fired. 

For a second, you didn’t know it was you that got shot. People were screaming and running away from the boneyard, and something wet was seeping into your shirt. 

Then, the pain hit, and a scream came erupting from your mouth. Thousands of knives stabbed you right below your ribcage, in two different spots, and you fell to the sand, shaking. 

This was like the movies. It was the movies. How could you be feeling so much pain? You must be dead already. It only made sense. This was to much. But you couldn’t leave JJ or Pope or John B or Sarah or Ki without saying goodbye. 

Someone was right next to you, looking into your eyes. The pain was getting worse, and making your vision white. All at once, your hearing came back, and Pope was next to your left side, with JJ on the other. Both were holding your hands, which were laying in red sand. 

You look down, but the pain stops you from seeing the bullet holes in your chest. 

“Call 911!” Ki shouts and Sarah picks up the phone, dialing the number. 

Your breaths come out in shocked waves, pulling and turning. Its getting harder to get oxygen as well. Somethings clogging up your throat. 

As you wheeze for air, and try to stay afloat, you desperately want to watch whats happening, but your so tired. What time is it? It must be past your bed time by now. You have to tell JJ and Pope goodnight, just like you always do. 

“I-I lo-love you gu-guys.” You muster out quietly, and JJ shakes his head. With each word and breath your getting more ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Pogues.” You say, and JJ clutches your face. You’ve never seen him cry like this before. Big tears sliding down his face. 

“Don’t fall asleep. Please don’t fucking fall asleep!” He screams and you hear something wailing in the distance. 

“But I-its getting hard-harder to breath JJ. I don-don’t want to fight any lo-longer. Please let m-me sleep.” Your voice is horse and choked. Your breathing is the same, only coming in short bursts.

“Don’t give up, please.” Pope says and you shake your head. 

“Listen to Pope, don’t fall asleep. We love you. Keep fighting!” JJ orders, but you zone out. Is that blood in your mouth? Something tastes metallically. 

“Don’t let her fall asleep JJ. She might not wake up.” John B says, and you watch as he stares at you, Sarah hugging him tight. She must have already called the ambulance. 

“Look at me, okay,” JJ says. You try to, but yours eyes are closing. Pain stiffles a cry as Pope is leaning over your midsection, pressing something to seep up the blood pooling from out of you. “Your going to be okay,” JJ says. 

“Goodnight John B, goodnight Sarah and Ki, goo-goodnight Pope. Goodnigh-good-goodnight JJ. I love you guys.” You speak slowly, and JJ shakes his head. 

“Don’t fall asleep, please.” 

“We love you Y/N. Please don’t leave us.” Ki sobs and Pope looks into your eyes. 

The wailing is getting louder. Closer. And then the long awaited sleep breaks through. 

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[happy4562]

Chef Berates Shitting Assistant

Mitchell was late arriving to work. Dinner began at 8pm and he was supposed to be there by 4pm to help the chef prep. It was already 4:15. He parked his car and ran into the restaurant. Chef William was already at the door waiting for him.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking late again. Move your ass”, Chef William barked at Mitchell.

“Yes chef. Sorry chef”, replied Mitchell and he scurried to the back of the house.

Chef William was well known in the area and Mitchell had been fortunate enough to snag a job there. He couldn’t risk losing it if he planned to ever become a full fledged chef himself.

In his rush to get to work, Mitchell had skipped the bathroom at home. He usually took a while when he was on the toilet and he didn’t have that luxury today. By 6pm, prep was well underway when Mitchell felt a twinge in his stomach. He bowels were telling him it was time to hit the can.

He made his way to the men’s room and took the first stall. Chef William practically followed him in.

“What are you doing? Nobody gets a break during prep!”, William screamed.

“Sorry chef, I really needed to hit the facilities”, Mitchell answered as he hung his apron on the stall door.

“I don’t want you thinking you can skip out of work and have everyone else pick up your slack”, William said. “I’m waiting right here until you finish so make it quick”.

Mitchell normally didn’t have any hangups about using a public restroom but he never had anyone stand outside his stall, listening to his every sound and rushing him along. He dropped his pants to his ankles and took a seat. Immediately, he began peeing strongly against the side of the bowl. He had been needing that for a long time.

Filling his long piss, Mitchell let out a very long and very loud fart. Chef William laughed outside of the stall. Mitchell thought that maybe he should hold his shit off until his break later but his ass made up its mind. Following the fart, loose shit flowed out of him. It loudly splashed into the bowl.

“Whew! Sounds like you got the runs in there! I hope there won’t be any issues during service with you thinking you can step away to take a shit every 5 minutes”, spewed William.

“No Chef. Everything will be fine during service chef”, Mitchell shyly said as more loose shit filled the bow.

“Hurry up!”, Chef William demanded.

Mitchell quickly wiped his ass as fast as he could and hoped that he wouldn’t need another visit to the men’s room anytime soon. He sheepishly stepped out of the stall unable to look Chef William in the eye.

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 5 “Drunken Fart Contest” [Episode List] After one of their usual nights out with their friends, Dave and another bud, Adam, end up being really drunk. Luckily, it was Tim’s turn to be the designated driver, so he’s perfectly able to drive. The two drunk friends, however, are really, really gassy…

Drunken Fart Contest

2:00 a.m. The party was getting out of control, as predicted. Almost everyone was completely drunk or confused. I heard some plates breaking in the kitchen: good thing this is not my house. Whose birthday was again? The music is still loud, playing through some speakers carefully placed in strategic locations of the room as some dizzy guests danced –or, more precisely, staggered to the rhythm of it.

Whatever was going to happen next, I didn’t really care: it was my turn to drive, so I was literally the only sane guy at the party. My pals asked me to take them out of there around 1:30 a.m., but since we were having fun, we lost the track of time. I eventually found both Dave -you know him, and Adam, another friend of mine, around my age as well. They probably had alcohol instead of blood in their veins by far.

“You’re such a cock-blocker!” Adam hissed at me, since I –according to him- ruined every chance with a girl he was hitting on. Too bad this girl passed out 15 minutes ago and my tipsy friend didn’t seem to notice at all. Oh well, it’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

Dave was definitely more collaborative: he had this silly smile drawn on his face, probably because he made out with some hot girl in the other room. His sweat-soaked shirt was partly unbuttoned too, so maybe he was heading second base without even noticing.

“Ok guys, here we go…”

We eventually reached my car, parked just outside the loud house. Some fellow guests were lying on the grass in the front-yard, either laughing or smoking: they were fine, some of them even said ‘hi’ to me as I walked past them. I opened the rear door of the car on and forced Adam to go inside, who muttered something about how I ruined everything with the woman of his dreams. He then tripped and fell in the car, lying on his stomach, looking more like a corpse.

“He’s dead…” Dave simply commented. Not very helpful.

Adam’s place was our first stop. Our houses weren’t really far away from each other, but I tend to drive slowly, especially during weekend nights, for obvious reasons. Adam, still lying on his belly, probably passed out. I checked on him via the rear-view mirror, unwillingly triggering my gay senses: all I could see was his grey skinny jeans sagging, exposing his black underwear, the latter hugging his surprisingly bubbly butt.

I ignored that vision and turned to Dave, my co-pilot and the guy in charge for the music. He was fine, better than my other friend, that’s for sure. We chatted a bit, as he noticed that I was tired, keeping me focused on the street. After a while, however, he chuckled and lowered the volume of the radio, almost setting it to mute.

“I think you’ll like this song more, listen…” he said, with his well-known smirk.

I knew what was going to happen. I was actually surprised that it was only happening now, considering that alcohol always made Dave really gassy. He spread his legs a bit, visibly pushing one out and glanced at me one last time before the “thunder” almost made me swerve.

The sound was loud, even though it was partially muffled by the (lucky) car seat. It was very dry-sounding and manly, almost like a long, enormous morning fart.

“Aw… come on…” Adam muttered, as Dave’s flatulence literally woke him up.

My gassy friend laughed as he leaned a bit. He was basically indirectly farting in my face, not even caring about the presence of our friend. I had to keep my eyes on the road, trying not to admire my friend’s denim-covered ass. The fart lasted around 14 seconds, one of his longest blasts I believe. It was followed by his friendly laughter as he gently patted my shoulder, as if he every time wanted to make sure that he was ok with me, my weird fetish and that I had nothing to worry about; and I always appreciate his gentle mannerisms, despite the rudeness of his manly rips.

The smell hit us all soon, especially because the windows were locked. Bad choice. It was already too disgusting even for me, a nose-killing stench mixed with the already awful aroma from our sweat-soaked shirts.

“You’re disgusting, Dave!” my other friend said from the back seat, trying not to laugh.

“Thanks, Ady! Glad you appreciated!”

Dave leaned a bit again and ripped another loud toot, lasting only a couple of seconds this time. Truly a proud farter, indeed. Adam clapped his hands sarcastically, laughing a bit.

“Sure… really impressive…” he said, still lying on his stomach.

A moment silence, then another fart begun, but it was not from Dave. Maybe it was the dizziness, the alcohol, but Adam started to rip one too. I checked again on him via the rear-mirror and I could see his bubbly butt erupting this extremely loud, high-pitched fart. It started kinda weak, only to become louder and manlier as seconds passed. Dave laughed, knowing that I was living both in a nightmare and in a beautiful dream at the same time, visibly amused by my weird situation. As the blast continued, Adam slowly wiggled his butt left and right, the tone of the fart changing a bit; he laughed as his 12-seconds rip started to fade into silence.

Now it was Dave the one clapping his hands. “Bravo!” he commented, as we all bursted into laughter. I didn’t know if it was because of my boner or the farts, but the car’s temperature seemed to raise a lot so I had no choice but to lower the car windows, also because the smell was getting too unbearable (yes, even for me). I felt the colder wind from outside brushing through my hair, my nostrils still sensing Dave and Adam’s farts.

Seconds passed, but the smell was, strangely enough, still there, all around my face. As I heard my friends’ laughing almost to tears, I understood why; I couldn’t hear it at first because of the sounds of the traffic, but they both started ripping one big fart at the same time the moment I rolled down the window; once I noticed it, I heard the sound too: it was insane, out of this world; two giant farts being ripped at unison. Dave pointed his index finger up as the farts continued, as if he was some kind of orchestra leader, and looked at me with a smirk, knowing that I was enjoying every moment of that gassy jam session.

I didn’t even know how much time passed this time, maybe 20 seconds. They laughed again, finally ending their unusual fart concert and complimented each other. I wish the trip lasted longer. I was ridiculously aroused. Was this a fart-contest? Because I’m pretty sure they’re both won.

Eventually, we arrived to Adam’s place; he was feeling better as he got up on his own, adjusted his hair a bit and patted his hands on our shoulders. “Thanks for the lift, cock-blocker!” he said, punching my shoulder in a friendly manner.

We made sure he got into his house safely and then headed to Dave’s. Only a couple of minutes later, I parked in front of his garage, both listening to some more music from the radio before ending the night-out. We kept chatting about the party, the host’s poor taste in music, but it was getting really late and the we didn’t want to wake up the entire neighbourhood.

“Alright, Tim. See ya tomorrow I guess…”

We bro-fisted, more than aware of how cheesy that was, and he opened the door.

“Oh, by the way…” again that smirk. “I am the fart master…”

He got out of the vehicle and closed the door behind him. Dave then squeezed his butt in loose jeans, almost sagging, through the car window a bit, and proceeded to rip yet another loud fart, this time just for me. I didn’t even time to react as I felt the warm gas engulfing the entire car, the smell becoming once again unbearable; it sounded like a loud chainsaw and lasted about 8 seconds.

My friend was just as surprised as me by the blast’s loudness and quickly got his butt out of my car, as some of the neighbours’ dogs started barking, hilariously annoyed by Dave’s fart.

“Oh my…” we both muttered, laughing.

I immediately started the car as my gassy friend rushed inside the house (this time he didn’t forget his house-keys). As I drove back to my house, I couldn’t help but smile the whole time: my best friends are gassy idiots; and that’s perfect. But Dave… well, he’s the best of all, farts or not. Whether the case, I really should plan a road-trip with him some day. And just thinking about that made my dick aroused again…

End of Episode 5

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Just in for my tune up (Bleach)

Just in for my tune up

Ichigo yawned loudly as he woke up in his crib. one would think that sense being labeled a helpless diaper fag slave that would mean Ichigo would get to sleep in once and awhile but one would be wrong.

Instead as the head slave he was his 'honor' to go and wake the other slaves up so he could then crawl in bed with master Renji before the new captain would have to get up for work.

Knowing that if they dragged their feet they'd cost Ichigo his much desired cuddles, some of the slaves like Toshiro tried to take their time.

A trip head first into a diaper pail did wonders to motivate the troops though and while all of the slaves where young men and boys, and they were all clad in nothing but bunny slippers and diapers, it was clear who reported to who.

As such Ichigo trusted the rest of the morning over to his lackeys and with a stern look on his face waddled back to masters bedroom, his stalking off ruined somewhat as just before he left the room a loud bubbly fart rang out from his bottom and Ichigo was heard cursing and swearing, and if one was brave enough to peek, cow boy waddling up the stairs as the back of his white diaper deformed and turned brown.

One diaper change latter (One did NOT just cuddle with the Master while smelling like sewage unless he requested it as such!)

And Ichigo was cuddling into Master Renji and mewing happily, wishing the stupid clock would break so he could enjoy this for just a bit longer.

Sadly the wants of a cock caged and hollow tube plugged diaper fag doesn't mean much in the living world, and even less here in the spirit realm.

For most diaper fags like himself the state that they were treated like would of horrified them. Ichigo on the flip side had shed tears of joy and had gotten himself outed so fast some barely recall the brief hour of adulthood he'd had before finding out how he'd be treated.

Renji smirked as he opened his eyes, the alarm hadn't gone off yet but he'd been faking his sleep so that Ichigo could get in lots of cuddles with him before he'd have to give the cute little slave the bad news.

Despite promising Ichigo that if he went for the permanent plug and cage treatment that he'd be there at every adjustment, as twice a year the cage was made smaller and the plug bigger, He'd been there for all of them but today when he was due for his last one..

"Morning cutie pie. I take it the boys are all hard at work?" Renji asked, pulling Ichigo in for a kiss and patting the slave's padded bottom. "Oh, still clean?"

Renji of course knew the boy had changed, but loved to semi torment poor Ichigo so he had made sure to add a note of disappointment to his tone.

"Ah! No! wait sir! I was good and woke up soaked and TOTALLY loaded my diapers after getting everyone ta work! I just didn't wanna stink up your bed! Please don't be upset with me!" Ichigo whimpered.

'dear god, like sandblasting a soup cracker.' Renji chuckled mentally.

"I suppose I'll let it go this time, but only because I have some bad news for you." Renji said, laying on his side now in his black silk PJ's.

Ichigo had turned on his side to face Renji, but copied his pose.

"W-what is it? do we have to get rid of one of the slaves again sir? they're getting along so well together!" Ichigo whined.

"Oh No, I don't need to give more slaves to anther captain. it's just..you know that I care for you a far deal more then I should since your just a diaper fag slave right?" Renji started.

"And don't think I don't love every second of it." Ichigo coo'ed.

"But..well..There was a last second meeting called for today at 10 am." Renji said slowly.

"But..At 955 i got in for my final adjustment..how can you be in two places at the same...time..Oh." Ichigo said, trailing off then glaring at Renji. "But you promised!"

"Ichigo.." Renji sighed, moving to pull him in for a hug.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" the slave yelled and pushed away at Renji.

Ichigo got up and huffed, grabbing a pillow and about to hit Renji with it but a look from him had Ichigo dropping the pillow and wetting himself.

"Little man, need I remind you I literally own you, so if I can't keep a promise from time to time, I'm sorry, but your just a stupid diaper fag anyways!" Renji snapped.

As soon as he said it Renji regretted it, if he had slapped Ichigo across the face he doubted the boy could of looked so stunned or hurt. he went to say something else but Ichigo slid out of bed and bowed.

"Of course Master. I'm sorry Master. I'll leave you to get dressed..Master." he said and walked out.

"..I think it would of been easier to pay the 10,000 dollar fine for missing the meeting. this isn't going away anytime soon." Renji groaned and flopped back into bed.

"Somebody should of warned me about this side of being a master."

Getting dressed Renji made his way downstairs and was greeted by each of his slaves except two.

Ichigo who was trying to finish his morning meal as fast as possible and clearly still sore at Renji, and Toshiro.

the former captain had been forced into diaper fag slavery when he was discovered dressed like a darling baby girl in the public square. he maintained that he had been drinking and didn't know what had happened but of course no one believed him.

the irony was they really should of because it was Renji himself who's set the captain up for his great downfall and had taken delight in making sure Toshiro was the prissiest of the prissy sissies he had.

Toshiro had figured it out within days but since he had no legal standing anymore there was nothing he could do about it and thus while making sure to clean and cook well enough to be allowed to stay (Bad slaves being sent to auction) he kept to himself for the most part and ignored Renji as much as possible.

'Great, this goes on with Ichigo for too much longer and I'll have a pair of ice queens.' Renji glumly thought, sipping his coffee.

"Alright everyone listen up." Renji said after he finished breakfast. "I'm going to be at a meeting till at least 2pm. Ichigo will be out getting his final adjustment done but that's no excuse for you all to slack off. Toshiro, I'm putting you in charge till Ichigo gets back. Questions, comments, concerns?" Renji asked.

"Wait, you're putting little miss frost in charge?" whined a long haired red head.

"That is what I just said. Oh and before you go to argue, keep in mind the stables need to be mucked out today. what you say next could make the difference between getting to use a shovel and wheelbarrow and a sand shovel and bucket."

"..Have a good day sir."

"Smart boy!"

With Ichigo still in just his diapers and some sneakers, he was in his car seat as Renji drove the sulking boy to the adjusters office, even though Ichigo had fussed and whined he wanted to just walk.

Looking in the rear view mirror, Renji could see Ichigo was sulking big time and after taping his figures on the steering wheel for a few minutes, spoke up.

"Ichigo about this morning.." He started to say, but Ichigo cut him off.

"oh, there's nothing to say sorry about Master. You made it clear what you really thought about me Master. I'm sorry for being a inconvenience Master." Ichigo said in a respectful voice and tone, but there was venom in it.

"Look I'm trying to say sorry here, can you cut back on the brat mode for 5 freaking minutes?" Renji asked.

"Of course ..Master." Ichigo said and smirked and despite himself, Renji smirked too.

"Look you know I care about you more then a master is suppose to for his diaper fag, right?" Renji asked.

"I mean..Yeah i know..I've seen you get teased 'bout it." Ichigo said, looking down and kicking his legs softly.

"But I keep doing it, because I do care about you. even if there wasn't the diaper fag slave law I'd of likely still kept you around in thick diapers and waiting on me, and I know you'd of enjoyed every last second of it." Renji chuckled.

"ehehehe really? so so..you like my stinky diapers?" Ichigo asked, peaking up.

"well I like you so I suppose I'll put up with your stinky bum too~" Renji said and looked back and winked.

"ehehehee yayyy!" Ichigo coo'ed and cheered and clapped his hands.

"So, are we good?" Renji asked, pulling in front of the adjustment office.

"Uh-huh! Sorry for being a butt before." Ichigo said as Renji let him out of his car seat.

one big hug to daddy later and being told he'd have to walk home, and Ichigo waved bye bye and headed inside as Renji scrambled to get to the meeting on time.

Ichigo was well know and so breezed though the reception area and was in a office, waiting on his adjuster of the day while face down, ass up on a exam table, reading a comic book he'd snagged from the reception area while he waited.

"huh, and hear I thought you didn't know HOW to read..or do you just enjoy all the pretty pictures?" asked a voice that Ichigo instantly recognized.

a look over his shoulder confirmed, the ex captain of Master daddy's squad after being involved in some sort of disgrace, Byakuya.

He wasn't in his normal fancy robes or the like, and instead wore a light green nurses suit and cap and had a cart in front of him loaded with everything he would need.

"Oh great, when did this place start hiring asshole." Ichigo said.

"Careful now, you're just a slave, I can-"

"Get yourself in shit if Renji finds out you tried to send me to a detention center. you got zero threats to make so let's get this over with." Ichigo said, having never been the guys biggest fan.

"..Cocky brat." Byakuya huffed and pushed the cart in the rest of the way and closed the door.

"At least when i fell from grace it wasn't something as shameful as this.. does your family even-" Byakuya started to ask and Ichigo cut him off.

"Master took me last Christmas to see them, they got me lots of baby toys." he said looking almost bored.

"Well..I bet your old fr-" The brunette started, determined to get Ichigo blushing and ashamed.

"All know, and those who can't handle it I don't bother to try and see. Oh and my ex girlfriend knows, rumors of it are around my old school.. Yes i bounce in my shitty diapers and suck lots of dick.. Oh, what other questions did you have to try and torment me with?" Ichigo asked, listing things off on his fingers then giving a impish grin to Byakuya.

"...I really hate you." Byakuya growled and pulled on some rubber gloves.

"Awwww, me too sweetie, me too." Ichigo chuckled and blew a kiss at Byakuya.

Byakuya was fuming as he went to work, yanking down Ichigo's slightly wet diaper and examining the lock on the fag's 2 inch wonder and the size of the tubing in him, then smirked.

'Somebody fucked up~ this is the third biggest size in and on him, not second..So when I put him in first..Ohhh hehehe, you're gonna regret pissing me off..' Byakuya thought with a evil mental chuckle.

"So, Ichigo, I've heard you bragging up how despite being a lowly diaper fag slave.. you're still rather strong and can handle pain." Byakuya said, starting to put on the solvent for the special glue that was used to hold the tube in place even when Ichigo wasn't diapered.

"heh, you know it. Ain't an ass whupping I can't take and then just say 'please daddy, may I have more?'" Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice.

"Bullshit. I bet you just sob and whine the whole time and Renji just goes easy on your because your such a disgrace." The Ex captain taunted.

"Fuck and You." Ichigo huffed. "I can take anything without crying, unless tears are what Master daddy wants to see so NYAH!" with with that the orange haired big baby blew a raspberry at Byakuya.

"heh, you sure about that? how about a friendly little wager?"

"I'd Hardly call you a friend..but what ya got in mind?" Ichigo asked.

"I won't use the numbing meds so you'll feel everything as I do the final adjustment. if you end up crying from the pain of it, I get a blowjob from your legendarily talented mouth." Byakuya said.

the solvent had worked it's magic and Byakuya was gently tugging the large hollow plug out of the boys gaping ass.

"A-Ahhh.. And..and what if I win?" Ichigo challenged back. "I can't exactly get head from you when I'm gonna be locked up forever."

"heh, if you can hold your tears in, I'll let you spank me silly." Byakuya said, confident in the fact Ichigo would be bawling soon.

"heh, not good enough. I get to spank you THEN diaper you." Ichigo said, giggling like crazy even as his once tight hole now a massive cave of a asshole twitched and throbbed.

"I uh.." Byakuya hesitated at that. it wasn't again, like he thought Ichigo had a snow ball's chance in hell of actually beating him, but the mental image of him sobbing and sucking his thumb while this diaper fag slave pampered him brought a big blush to his cheeks, and a tent to his pants,.

"If your too chicken that's ok, you can add the numbing cream." Ichigo chuckled and made a few clucking noises before going to go back to his comic book.

"nggg deal!" Byakuya said, huffing and angry.

between the why boner and his honor being insulted he wasn't going to stand for it anymore.

"heh Ok, but no take backies~" Ichigo purred and looked over his shoulder winking.

for a second, Byakuya had the sinking feeling that rather then Ichigo walking into his trap..he'd just walked into Ichigo's.

Ichigo smirked, it was just SO easy with some guys to turn their ego against them. even daddy could be played like that if Ichigo wanted to keep it up all the time. but the big baby found it was easier and more fun to wear down on a daddy over the long term and get them wrapped around your little finger then going with short term trickery.

Buttt every now and there there was a guy who just needed to be tricked into pampers and clearly this was the case here.

Ichigo felt kinda, funny without his plug in him. while with the first one it had been horribly invasive now it was a soothing comfort though out the day and he was missing it big time.

It was also weird as he sat up and spread his legs, having the cock cage removed, without it on the air in the room seemed almost chilly to Ichigo's once might cock.

when he'd started all of this he'd had a 8 inch rod of fuck meat but now with careful training he had all of two inches, and it couldn't even get hard anymore though he could still cum.

"Ready for your final cage? the locking WILL be permanent so if you wanted to tug on your little worm a few times before it goes on, I'll let you." Byakuya said smirking.

Ichigo raised a eyebrow at that, such kindness wasn't like Byakuya, so they had to be a trick here. Still, it wasn't like he was ever gonna get a shot at this again and he nodded, reach down with a finger and thumb.

and then wince and drew his hand away FAST as the sensations were way too much for Ichigo and he was gasping and panting.

"H-Holy shit.. that was..was.."

"Yeah, normally your weenie is coated in numbing cream, but not this time and it hasn't felt your touch in QUITE some time~" Byakuya laughed then went on. "Even if I did give you permission to jerk off, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it, you'd over load."

"So..so by taking your bet.." Ichigo whimpered and glared.

"You lost out on your ONE right as a diaper fag, one last wank before permanent chastity. I know, ain't I a stinker?"

"...I'm gonna enjoy making you waddle around in massive diapers." Ichigo huffed.

"Huh? hey the deal was-" Byakuya started to say but got cut off.

"that i could diaper you. not put one diaper on, or two, just i diaper you, which implies as I see fit." Ichigo said and smirked even as his dicklet bounced and throbbed.

"..Oh shit." Byakuya whimpered, for the first time super worried.

being in massive diapers and around this place? if he was seen he'd be on the slave block before supper.

Threat made Ichigo made use of a ice cube to get his dickie to shrink down and relax, though he was rocking back and forth and blowing air out in hisses as he did so. Still, he kept from crying which was the important thing.

the cage looked WAY smaller then Ichigo would of expected but he laid on his back and covered his face with a pillow as Byakuya went to put it on, so he wouldn't have to watch.

"ah ah ah, no cheating and hiding your tears." Byakuya scolded and tugged the pillow away. "If you don't wanna watch just close your eyes."

Ichigo huffed but shut his eyes tight and whimpered as Byakuya started to force the 1/4 a inch cage onto Ichigo's soft member, Making Ichigo yelp and cry out but his eyes stayed dry the whole time and then with a click the lock was sealed, and Ichigo's cock would NEVER be freed again.

Of course while all the other cages had had a cleaning Kido inside of them to make sure he didn't get crotch rot, this one had a much stronger version since the only way to remove it now would be to well, castrate Ichigo.

"I'm Impressed, dry eyes still!" Byakuya chuckled and gave a mock clap. "Of course I didn't expect you to really break down sobbing just from having your useless nub that was once fuck meat caged. it'll be when THIS goes in." and he paused and held up the LARGE hollow plug for Ichigo to get a good look at it.

The shear size of it would put Renji to shame and Ichigo almost wondered if Renji's cock might of fit in the tubing as he reached out and ran a hand over it.

"Jesus titty fucking Christ! That's the last size?! what happened to a gradual build up!?" He whimpered, gulping hard.

"heh, Yup, and you're gonna look SO cute trying to adjust to it with my cock down your throat. now assume the position and get ready to bawl." Byakuya chuckled, taking the plug back and lubing it up.

"U-Uh Byakuya.. Let's say I go ahead and concede defeat now..and Promise to still blow you..can..can you give me the numbing med before putting that in?" Ichigo mewed, slowly moving back to face down ass up.

the fear and worry in his voice is what did it, and Byakuya while he wanted to make the brat suffer, was just too damn nice in his old age.

"Finnne. but this better be one HELL of a fucking blow job!" Byakuya grumbled, making it sound like he had all the problems in the world.

"Oh that's one thing that was never in doubt. I'm the best cock sucker there is." Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice. "Master daddy Has entered me in competitions and everything! I-"

"Blew them all away, to pardon the pun?" Byakuya asked and snorted at his own bad pun.

"Man, and I thought my diapers stunk.."

with the numbing gel applied and a injection to further dull Ichigo's ass (they weren't worried about destroying any bowel control for well, obvious reasons) Byakuya placed a firm had on Ichigo's lower back to help keep his still and then gently pressed the tip of the monster sized anal invader to Ichigo's boi cunt.

"Fast and hard or slow an easy?" Byakuya asked, planning on doing the reverse of what ever the big baby fag wanted.

"ah..ah..fuckkkk~" Ichigo mewed, just the tip was in him and despite the drugs he could feel it and he was starting to leak cock drool despite the cage. "S-Slow and easy please." he moaned, wanting to draw this out and enjoy it.

Byakuya smirked, and like he had planed, went with fast and hard and rammed the plug in all at once, making Ichigo cried out 'GOO GOO GAGA!' as he shot out a load from his caged dicklet then collapsed on the examination bed, eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out.. Little chibi sissy baby Toshiro's dancing around his head from his POV.

"..I think I broke him." Byakuya said with a sweat drop, then shrugged and started to get to work making sure the plug would stay in for the rest of Ichigo's life, with how long one's soul could last in the soul society was going to be a long, long, time.

The process of making it permanent was done in steps that Ichigo likely hadn't of even noticed, the very same lube that had helped the beast slid in had also doubled as a adhesive once some Kido was channeled though it. adding onto that Byakuya was squirting in extra adhesive around the edges after tugging the beast back out a little, then pushed the monster back in and activated his Kido.

With the orange haired faggot locked and plugged for life, Byakuya rolling him over on his back and while Ichigo was still recovering from his orgasm, got him thickly diapered in 6 terrycloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants that Renji had dropped off at the center when he'd made this appointment.

"ah..ah ba what?" Ichigo coo'ed, blinking rapid and sitting up, wiggling his fat diapered bottom.

"welcome back to the land of the living. I was worried I was gonna have to send you home by taxi and drop by for my BJ later." Byakuya said with a sneer.

"ah shit..I did agree to that didn't I?" Ichigo whined.

"Yup yup~ so get down on your knees and make it snappy, I got anther diaper fag to seal in like 10 minutes." Byakuya said and then fished out his 6 inch dong and stroked it a few times.

"heh, If I'm right about you, that's 8 minutes and 40 seconds more then I'll need. You like like a quick shot." Ichigo said, but he was a fag of his word and got on his knees, shuddering softly as the plug shifting and pressed on him.

the feeling made Ichigo let out a soft moan and lean into Byakuya's crotch and then eagerly take the semi impressive member into his mouth.

Of course Ichigo was used to Renji and others thick and longer cocks but considering just how worked up he was still this was just what the doctor ordered and if he shut his eyes and blocked it out, he could pretend it was someone he didn't think was a total fucktard.

"Oh F-Fuck!" Byakuya gasped, ruining the illusion and griping onto Ichigo's head. "Y-Your mouth..it's fucking amazing!" The ex Captain squealed, little stars in his eyes.

'heh, yup, and your never getting anther BJ from me again unless Renji approves it..and he hates you more then I do.' Ichigo chuckled mentally, knowing he was forever ruining head for the fucktard.

using his triple swirl touage lashing move, Ichigo brought Byakuya to a orgasm in under a minute and swallowed the brunettes rather weak load with ease and pulled off.

"Man, don't jerk off so often if your gonna be feeding cock suckers, we prefer a thick and creamy load." Ichigo scolded.

"I...I'll keep that in mind.." Byakuya moaned softly, falling onto his ass, pants still down and his now soft 4 inch cock still leaking out left over jizz as Ichigo got up and smirked.

"Thanks for the snack, and try and get yourself together, you don't wanna be caught like this and end up pampered right?" Ichigo asked and then laughed as Byakuya's cock twitched and shot out a second weak and small load. "Then again.." was all he said and then left.

Feeling super happy with himself even if he was walking a little funny, trying to get used the the plug, Ichigo started to make his way home whistling softly and waving at people.

he was of course well know as Captain Renji's diaper fag slave and as such people should of known that messing with him was a bad idea but even in a well run place like the soul society there was a couple of bad egg's.

Case and point two hoods were currently in a Ally and scanning the crowd looking for a good target to kidnap and ransom.

they were both in blue jeans and dirty beat up stained white top, and had shoulder length black hair and were almost identical save for the fact one had a beard while the other was clean shaven.

"So, what cha think, any good targets?" beard asked.

"Nah, Just a bunch of normal folk..the rich ain't out shopping t'day..Waittt..Hold the phone.." non beard said, and took out a specialized mini scope and focused it on Ichigo, who had stopped and was talking to a street vendor selling fruits. "This one has promise.. according to the scans he belongs to a high ranking captain."

"Wait, Ichigo? man, even I know who he belongs too..you sure you wanna risk getting on the bad side of Renji?"

"he's a well known softy, he always favors paying ransom's and not hurting the kidnappers because it encourages them not to hurt the hostage.All we'll have to worry about is changing diapers." non beard said and handed over the scope to beard.

"Ngggh.. not reading much for a spirit energy..I suppose this cou-" beard was cut off as while he was scanning Ichigo, he turned and looked right at them despite the crowd being in the way and then seemed to vanish.

Suddenly there was a force on the back of both of the would be kidnappers heads and they found themselves on the ground and being kept there by one hand each.

"You know, it's rude to stare AND talk about people behind their backs right?" Ichigo asked, smirking.

"H-How did you?" Beard asked, struggling.

"You didn't have a reading even close to suggesting you can do this!" non beard yelped.

"Oh that.. Master daddy got me a special device that let's me hid my spirit energy so I can take out would be kidnappers like you. Plus it helps me not only be the bestest cock sucking diaper fag slave ever, but a damn good body guard." Ichigo chuckled, Placing a knee on each of their back's after turning around, facing their butts. "Now, I'm not gonna turn you in to the cops because they'll just beat you or worse, but you gotta understand I can't just let you two off without some form of punishment right?"

"W-What are you gonna do to use?" No beard asked, twisting his head and seeing the massive diaper butt closer then he'd like by his head.

"Please don't sit on our heads!" Beard pleaded.

"..Oh I didn't even think of That! I'm just gonna yank your undies up so hard you're gonna be tasting them for a month."

"..That's..better?" No beard said.

"I'm glad you agree, but your consent isn't really a deciding factor here." Ichigo said and then grabbed a waist band in either hand.

the screams that came out of the ally were only matched by the site second later as the two would be kidnappers ran out with the back of their undies over their foreheads.

The rest of the walk home after that was uneventful, though Ichigo had to laugh when he got back home.

Toshiro had apparently let his minor role of power in the absence of Renji or Ichigo go to his head as he was lounging on a sofa and sipping from a glass of ice cold grape juice that was being held by a slave while anther one was fanning him with a big leaf and a third was holding up a book for him and turning the pages for him as he gave the signal.

"Are we having fun?" Ichigo asked, snicking slightly.

the effect was instant with Toshiro sitting up and blushing and looking at the other slave's and glaring.

"I told you baka's to warn me when Ichigo was coming back!" he growled.

"And YOU know better then to lord your position like this. " Ichigo said. "They're not the ones who are in deep doo doo Toshiro, you are."

"I..I am?" Toshiro squeaked, the back of his pretty pink diapers balloon out and drooping as he paled.

"...Nah I'm just fucking with ya. everyone let's it go to their head the first time. Do it again though and I WILL tell Renji. and don't even THINK about trying to punish the others. Now finish up your pooping, then go and help finish mucking out the stables."

"..Yes sir." Toshiro grumbled.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and while Ichigo was worried when Master wasn't home by dusk,he knew how long these things could take.

Stepping up he made sure al the slaves got their daily baths in and were in clean clothes, and got a belly full of food before sending them to their quarters for the night to just relax and have fun while he waited on Master daddy.

as the hours went by Ichigo got the feeling Renji had been roped into going out to the bar after with the other captain's and knew Renji couldn't turn down the offer without getting more teasing about how he preferred the company of cute boys who crapped their pants over adults, so he didn't fault Renji for going, but he vowed to himself he'd stay up as late as needed to make sure to greet his loving master daddy when he got home.

So naturally he was conked out and asleep on the couch by 10 pm.

Renji yawned as he made his way into his house. it was 1 in the morning and he had to admit, once he'd gotten the others to shut the fuck up about his boi's he'd actually had some fun with them. He hadn't had as much to drink as the others since these days he tended to get hung over rather easy and he hated how scared and worried his slaves got when he was sick.

Making his way into the living room he was greeted by a familiar smell and looked over to see Ichigo asleep on the couch with his thumb in his mouth and a small blanket covering his chest and a shit swelled diaper around his hips.

'Heh, must of tried to stay up for me..Maybe I should of called home.' Renji thought with a smile.

Despite what Ichigo might think, Renji didn't actually mind the smell of a stinky diaper (he'd hardly of filled his mansion with a bunch of diaper pooping fag's if he had) and so he came over and gently scooped up Ichigo in his arms, cradling the little stinker to his chest and headed for the bedroom.

"Ngggh..Hiii daddy.." Ichigo said, half waking up and coo'ing softly.

"Hey stinker. having a good sleep?"

"Uh-huh." Ichigo said and nodded his head.

"well thats good. you can just go back to sleep sweetie. Daddies gonna tuck us into his bed."

"Oh..Otay." Ichigo coo'ed and just snuggled into Renji's chest, closing his cute eyes and drifting back off.

Yeah, being a captain and owning so many slaves could be a head ache at times, but there wasn't one thing about any of this that Renji would ever change.

The end

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Taking Chances: Chapter Thirty Six.

Note: Hello my lovies, oh where to begin. So by now you will have seen that I am currently taking a break from Tumblr which is why this post has been scheduled for today.

On another note, I’m not sure when I’m going to be online on my other social sites as my laptop broke a week ago and my phone has decided to shoot itself to shit once more, meaning that I need to get myself some new devices. Thankfully though, my amazing mother has allowed me to use her phone/laptop if I need to but I don’t want to do that to her. 

So with all of that being said, I will still be around on my other social sites but not as much as I have been in the past.

I hope that you are all keeping well and staying safe.

Enjoy!

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Waking up in her own bed was something that Nicola would never take for granted again. Now don’t get her wrong, she was so glad that Luna was able to get the treatment she needed to get better but the uncomfortable hospital beds just about drove her up the proverbial wall. Luna seemed to have settled down a fair amount since Nicola’s body had kicked into gear but if there was one thing that Nicola wanted to get rid of, it was the pain of things growing, baby feeding etc.

“Jasmine, do you have your lunch?” Nicola called up to the little girl. Jasmine came down stairs with the brightest smile on her face. She had made the baby and Nicola a card each while they were at the hospital but with the excitement of coming home, Jasmine had forgotten to give it to Luna.

“Here.” Jasmine said proudly as she handed Nicola the unevenly folded paper cards. Nicola took them with her free hand and attempted to hug Jasmine.

“I think we a few minutes before Taron comes to collect you for school, shall we go and have read of these?” Nicola asked, making Jasmine nod enthusiastically. Jasmine was the first to sit herself on the sofa while Nicola placed Luna in her rocker and sat down beside Jasmine on the sofa.

(This is something that I wrote with my left hand. It read: Get better baby Luna. The picture on the card is something that I drew with my left hand as well.)

“Look Luna, this one’s for you.” Nicola said, holding up the card for the infant to see. Jasmine giggled.

“Her eyes are closed.” She replied. Nicola turned her eyes to Jasmine in mock shock.

“They are?” Nicola asked. Jasmine nodded.

“Well now, that’s just rude.” Nicola teased, throwing her hands up playfully. Jasmine laughed and moved over to Luna.

“You can read it to her.” Jasmine suggested.

“Good thinking my girl.” Nicola replied, opening the card. Her heart melted at the little note Jasmine had written out.

“Get better baby Luna.” Nicola read out. She closed the card and opened her arms for Jasmine to run into so to speak. Jasmine took that chance to really hug her sister. Both Nicola and Jasmine enjoyed the cuddle so much, they jumped when there was a knock on the door.

“Read yours.” Jasmine said as she followed Nicola to the door.

(This is another thing that I wrote and drew with my left hand. It reads: Lina, I miss you!)

“How about I put our cards on the fridge and then when you come home, I’ll read it with you.” Nicola offered. Jasmine liked the sound of that and ran off to grab her school bag.

“She’ll just be a minute. Why don’t you come in.” Nicola said, allowing Taron and a very bouncy Mikey into the house out of the cold. Jasmine came back speedily and was ready to go.

“Can I see Luna?” Mikey asked. Nicola chuckled at his enthusiasm.

“You’ll be late Michael.” Taron said but Mikey was long gone, as was Jasmine.

“A few seconds won’t hurt.” Nicola told him. Taron smiled.

“Suppose not. How are you?” Taron questioned. Nicola shrugged.

“Sore and tired but that’s to be expected.” She replied just as the kids came back giggling their heads off.

“Luna farted.” Mikey said through his giggles. 

“I best get her nappy changed then.” Nicola spoke. Taron nodded and helped Jasmine get the rest of her things together before they left.

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The traffic was moving pretty well that morning and Taron was able to get the kids to school with time to spare. This got the children excited because that meant that they had time to [play for a little bit before the bell rang.

“You two have a good day.” Taron said when they came back out of the room to say goodbye.

“We will.” Jasmine replied. Mikey nodded in agreement and hugged his father.

“I’ll see you this afternoon.” Taron told both Jasmine and Mikey. Both of them nodded and ran off once more to play with their friends before the day started.

Taron walked back to his car and jumped onto google to see if he could find any remedies that could possibly help Nicola. He tried to remember what kind of things Kate used when she was breastfeeding Mikey but he’d be damned if he could remember anything about that. Scratching his forehead, Taron turned his phone off and made his way to Tesco in the hopes that something there would jog his memory. 

It wasn’t until he was at a set of traffic lights, that he had an ah-ha moment. He could remember his mum telling Kate that cabbage was great for tenderness during feeding. He kept a hold on that thought and as soon as he arrived at his destination and got himself a trolley, he made a beeline for the cabbage.

“Bloody hell, that’s a lot of cabbage.” He mumbled to himself as he shook his head and slightly shrugged. Taron just put every kind of cabbage he could see in the trolley. This included the canned cabbage he found while he was looking at other food items that he required.

When the man had completed his mission, he packed up the back of his car and made his way back over to Nicola’s to drop everything off to her.

(I found this on Pinterest.ca and I was shocked to see that there was so many different types of cabbage. I thought I’d share this picture because it is quite interesting.)

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By the time that Taron had pulled into her driveway, Luna was just starting to wake up for her feed. Nicola had barely sat down to get herself situated when a knock echoed through the house. Nicola groaned and got up. She gave Luna a soother to keep her satisfied until she could get rid of whoever was at the door.

“What the hell is all this?” Nicola asked when she opened the door to see Taron standing there with plastic bags in his hands.

“In first, answer later.” Taron replied, clearly in discomfort as some bag handles were cutting into his hands from their weight. Nicola took a bag or two from him and led him into the kitchen. 

Nicola attempted to place the bags on the counter but inwardly cringed when she felt a tiny trickle. Taron noticed the flush of pink on her cheeks and the look of awkwardness on her face.

“You alright?” He asked with concern. Nicola closed her eyes, sighed and nodded.

“Watch her please, I’ll be right back.” Nicola answered, hurrying off to the safety of the bathroom. Taron shook his head and took all the food out of the bags so that Nicola could just place the items where they belonged later.

(This is what Luna is wearing in this chapter as it’s November and chilly outside.)

He was almost done when Luna grew agitated and started whimpering. He barely had enough time to place the eggs on the counter when Luna went from her softer whimpers to ear-splittingly loud. 

As soon as Taron reached her, he gently picked Luna up and cradled her in his arms but the position did nothing to calm her; and if it was even possible, Luna screamed even louder. Knowing that she was most likely hungry, Taron bent his little finger and placed his knuckle to the baby’s lips. This seemed to do the trick as Luna started sucking vigorously. 

“There we go.” Taron said as he looked down at his daughter. He could feel his heart melt at the sight of her just as it had when he saw her for the first time, though seeing her without the small eye covers gave him a better view of her face and boy did she resemble him. There was no longer a doubt in his mind that this baby was his. 

It didn’t take long for Luna to figure out that there was no milk coming out of whatever she was sucking on which made her start to cry again.

“Give me a minute please Luna.” Nicola hollered from the upstairs bathroom. She had barely sat down when Luna started crying and of course that made her leak right through her top, so now she was having to quickly change and make herself presentable again before rushing back down to her child.

Taron softly chuckled at Nicola's response and laid Luna in his other arm before he began rocking Luna in the hopes that it would settle her just a little bit. The rocking didn’t work but as soon as Taron stepped up to the lounge room window, Luna’s crying dissipated somewhat.

(Minus the kiss on the cheek, this is how Taron is holding Luna up to the window.)

When Nicola had finished up, she made her way downstairs. She was glad that the crying stopped but she had wondered how Taron had defused the situation. Her question was answered when she peered around the corner to see Taron standing at the window with Luna in his arms. 

She could hear him asking Luna questions in a voice she hadn’t heard before but filled her heart with love. 

“Shall we go and check on mam?” Taron asked the baby one last time. Luna simply blinked slowly at him and that’s when Nicola made her presence known.

“Can I start calling you the baby whisperer?” Nicola teased, taking Luna from Taron. Taron rolled his eyes playfully.

“She just wanted to see the bird.” He replied. Nicola smirked and sat on the sofa.

“I’m going to unpack the rest of the groceries if you need me.” Taron said, making his leave. Nicola smiled and got herself and Luna ready for a feed.

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“Right, she’s down now.” Nicola said, walking into the kitchen to find Taron boiling the kettle. She looked at him waiting for an explanation as to why he had bought her groceries for the next few weeks.

Taron got the hint and began to speak.

“I figured you may need some food, so I went shopping.” He answered. She raised her brow in amusement.

“You bought me cabbage?” She questioned, almost gagging at the thought of having to eat them.

“After telling me earlier that you were hurting, I remembered mam telling Kate that cabbage was a good remedy. I couldn’t remember what kind of cabbage to get though, so I got all of them.” He explained. Nicola felt a smile grow on her lips. She wanted to thank him but she knew her words would probably fail her so she did the next best thing.

She cautiously moved toward him and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The small gesture making both their stomachs flip with anticipation. 

“Thank you.” Nicola spoke in a hushed tone. 

The warmth of her breath against his cheek made Taron want to grab her and kiss her but he knew that he had to fight it. He didn’t want to jeopardize any chance of being with her again and he feared that if he pounced on her, he’d definitely lose her. Nicola’s mind on the hand whirled with the same what-ifs as Taron’s. She really wanted to kiss him but she didn’t know if she’d scare him off and after what he had done for her today, she’d hate for Luna to lose out on a father.

Glancing up into Taron’s eyes, Nicola was unsure of what she’d see; but when she saw that his eyes mirrored the same desire she felt within the very depths of her soul, she tenderly caressed his cheek and moved her hand until it was resting at the nape of his neck. Taron’s eyes slipped shut at the feel of her skin against his. He had desperately missed how perfectly her body fit against his, how her heartbeat seemed to magically sync to his own. He missed the sound of her laughter, the way she spoke his name so melodically, the way her perfume would send his mind into frenzy as though it was the drug he always craved but most of all, he missed the way her lips would meet his in a symphony of butterflies elegantly dancing around for only them to feel. 

As their faces drew closer together, Nicola could feel Taron’s shallow and shaky breath on her lips. This made her heart rate spike as the familiar sparks of arousal surged through her veins like nothing she had known before. She wanted to feel his lips on hers. No, she needed to feel his lips on hers.

“Please.” Nicola mumbled as her lips grazed Taron’s. Taron didn’t need to be told twice but when he went to close the gap, Nicola’s body slowly moved back; as though her brain wanted to test Taron to see how far he would go for her.

Taron allowed his hands to reach up to Nicola’s face and to the sides of her neck where he returned the tender touch Nicola had given him previously. His thumbs gently ran over her cheeks as he finally brought his lips to hers, kissing her delicately.

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Meanwhile at school, Jasmine and Mikey sat in the classroom after Mikey had gotten hit in the face with a soccer ball during lunchtime recess. Normally Mikey would keep playing but this particular hit to the face caused the little boy to lose his first tooth. It was something that he didn’t expect which made him cry.

“It’s ok Mikey.” Jasmine told him, trying her best to comfort him. Mikey shook his head.

“It’s gone.” He cried. Jasmine gave him a hug in the hopes that it would help but when it didn’t, an idea popped into her head.

Jasmine gathered all of her strength in her index finger before hooking it behind one of her bottom teeth, ripping the little sucker clean out. She didn’t care that there was blood as all she cared about was the fact that Mikey had now stopped crying.

Ivy and Isla saw Jasmine’s actions and went to find their teacher.

“Well now, you two better come with me.” Mrs. Lewis said as she followed Ivy and Isla to where the toothless twins were. 

Once they reached the classroom, Mrs. Lewis had the children sit down while she filled out an accident report out for Mikey and made sure that Jasmine’s bleeding stopped.

“It’s not bleeding.” Jasmine announced as she showed her teacher the bloody tissue. Mrs. Lewis tried not to gag or cringe.

“Good to hear. Go throw that out and get yourself ready for class. Mikey, you can go with her.” The teacher said. The friends nodded and walked out of the room as though nothing happened. 

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End Note: 

~I know that the situation between Mikey and Jasmine may seem unrealistic but in actual fact, I had a friend in primary school who had gotten a soccer ball to the face and it knocked his tooth out. The only difference with this scene is that Mikey cries and my friend didn’t.

~The whole scenario with Jasmine ripping her tooth out is something that I actually did to myself when I was around her age. My tooth was not at all loose and yes there was blood but for some odd reason, it didn’t really phase me.

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[ohsofoxyclocks]

‪So, I have many thoughts about the finale ending that I haven’t even sorted out my feelings about yet BUT posts on here have helped me see the positives in the ending...Yes I’m still bothered by some of the beach conversation and the TIMING of Steve’s temporary leave and the fact of what we see last on the screen despite knowing Steve will of course return, but I’m going to put that aside to focus on OMG WE JUST GOT AN ALMOST WHOLE EPISODE STRAIGHT FROM A FANFIC THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVED. I know much of this has been discussed so I apologize if it’s repetitive, but a bunch of my favorite McDanno fanfiction tropes just actually happened in canon and I just...still can’t believe we actually got all of it? So I wanted to make my own list, and feel free to add on or expand or share your thoughts about any of these!! Let’s take stock (warning, this is long!): ‬

‪-Danny calling Steve in distress, Steve immediately leaving his important cipher mystery meeting to get to him. Can already see Steve starting to freak out before the gunshots ring out when he looks out the window and stutters. ‬

‪-Gunshots ringing out OVER THE LINE, and Steve very obviously starting to panic. Drives like a maniac (still confused on how going INTO oncoming traffic was supposed to help but I digress). Steve yelling Danny’s name repeatedly desperate to hear his voice‬

‪-arriving at a burning camaro, screaming Danny’s name (fun tip: play this bit in slow motion!), and STICKING HIS ARM IN A BURNING CAR/catching himself on fire when he thinks Danny could be inside‬

‪-You can hear the creeping desperation/emotion in Steve’s voice as he’s giving orders to HPD (“Detective Danny Williams-MY PARTNER-you know who he is”)‬

-Steve actually mobilizing the whole island to find his Danno. (Again, something I never really expected to see outside of a fanfic). “I want every person on this island with a badge looking for Danny Williams”‬

-Steve’s face when he walks into HQ with Cole and the tears in his eyes when Tani is showing him the kidnapping footage ‬

‪-Just the whole “An enemy of Steve’s uses Danny to get to him”!!!! I always wanted it but never expected it so explicitly ‬

‪-“I HAVE THE PERSON YOU CARE ABOUT MOST IN THE WORLD.” GUYS—IT DOESNT MATTER WHATEVER ELSE HAPPENS BECAUSE THIS IS CANON BABY. We knew it, everybody knows it, but now it’s confirmed. When rewatching the series, remember this<3 also part of me is like, will all the other criminals hear about this and try to do the same when Steve comes back since Steve put up no fight in giving in to Dayui Mei’s demands? Isthiswhyheleftsoquickly‬.

-video footage of Danny strung up and bloodied...fanfic come to life. Steve’s face when he sees this....‬

‪-Steve looking like he’s gonna simultaneously collapse, panic, and murder someone when Dayiu Mei is asking him what he will do‬

‪-Steve not hesitating to give into Mrs. Wo Fat’s demands bc any risk is too risky when Danno is involved‬

‪-The team trying to get Steve to give a flying fart about the cipher when Danny’s life is on the line and Steve still not giving a flying fart. ‬

-Steve finding Danny lying helpless on the floor. His whispered “Danny” when he first sees him (you have to listen close for this because the dramatic background music is super loud at this point).‬

‪-His little stream of soft, comforting reassurances as he’s getting Danno to the car. Danny holding onto him‬

‪-CRADLING BLOODIED, STRUGGLING TO-BREATHE-DANNO TO HIS CHEST IN HIS ARMS. My mom, who doesn’t ship McDanno romantically but loves their friendship, when this happened: “whoa! That’s a little much (gay), don’t you think?” Hehe, no, it’s perfect. ‬

-More tears from Steve as he’s holding Danny on the way to the hospital.‬

-Steve’s comforting reassurances and refusing to let go of Danny on the gurney until he’s absolutely forced to. DANNY REACHING FOR HIM, Steve’s reassuring pat. Steve’s face as he looks down at him fearing how dire this is.‬

‪-Steve’s face as he collapses against the wall when they roll Danny through the double doors, closing his eyes, trying to calm his breathing as he tries to avoid thinking about the unthinkable.‬

-STEVE BARGAINING WITH GOD FOR DANNY’S LIFE. After not seeing him pray before I don’t think? His face...that emotion...omg. He very obviously can’t imagine living in a world without Danny in it, and would rather die than do so. ‬

-Side note: Imo, Steve seemed closed off to the team—physically and emotionally—when he wasn’t sure Danny would make it. Almost as if we got a glimpse of the Steve he’d be without his Danno, if that makes sense. Notice how he’s turned away from them in the waiting room/chapel, how he didn’t even look at them when Danny was wheeled away through the double doors. How he didn’t give an eff about the cipher they were trying to get him to care about. Not that he doesn’t have beautiful Ohana bonds with the other team members because of course he does, but...it’s just different with Danny and I don’t know how he would’ve made it through this one, especially considering his already struggling state at the time. I think we kind of saw a glimpse of that, is my point. They both helped each other grow since first meeting, and it was almost like that part Danny helped bring out in Steve went away with Danny when Steve thought he might lose him. If that makes sense? More on this later? ‪

‪-Steve holding unconscious Danny’s hand❤️❤️❤️ Closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath right after taking his hand (anyone want to gif this moment? ;) )-side camera view of this moment so was hard to see but it’s there. Seeming to look at the machines for reassurances that Danny is alive, healthy. Scanning him over and likely feeling guilty for the marks on his body. Holding his head in his hands by Danny’s bedside.‬

‪-the whole conversation when Danny wakes up! Danny, probably a little doped up, all sweet and reassuring and cuddly and funny. “Why’d you stop holding my hand?” and Steve immediately taking his hand back and rubbing his forearm I think (this was out of the camera angle tho so idk for sure). Steve’s voice tinged with so much emotion when he says “Buddy.” And, Steve being emotionally vulnerable/open again bc his Danno is back!! This whole scene I just fhdisksml. ‬

‪-Steve’s smiling and squeezing and wrapping his arms around Danno like an octopus when he hugs him (I wish we had some additional slightly different camera angles of this hug-as was shown in the promo for example-but I digress again). Danny closing his eyes for a moment, seeming to savor it. Steve getting Danny to look him in the eyes to tell him he loves him. To me, this scene had a very “see you again soon” rather than “goodbye” vibe even though I wish there were parts of the dialogue that were different. ‬

‪-Steve slowing down, looking unsure, and turning back to look at Danny before he leaves. Anyone wanna analyze this? Maybe just a “I know I need to do this so I can come back and be the person I need to be for both of us but fuqqit imma miss you while I’m gone” or “I need to leave so no one can use/hurt him to get to me again right now.” Or just “hey maybe this isn’t the most genius plan.” Idk, but I would LOVE to hear Scott and Alex’s take on this scene. Also they filmed this scene before the show was ended by CBS so who knows how that factored into it. If they thought there would be a possible reunion later?

‪-Telling Eddie to look after Danno, which definitely means Danny will be keeping his house/bed warm til his hubby returns.‬

‪-fleeting thought I have that I might expore later: possible acting choices in the difference in hand holding/smiles between with Danny vs. Catherine?Notthepointofthispostthosoweskipfornow‬

‪-I might post thoughts on other things later but I mainly just wanted to compile this list of straight-out-of-fanfic moments that 100% confirms Danny IS the most important person in Steve’s life and OF COURSE he will return and text/call him everyday til then. Regardless of the end, which is really so open that we can do so many beautiful things with now, most of the episode served as a beautiful culmination of what Steve and Danny have come to mean to each other throughout the last 10 years, and we can rest peaceful and happy in that. ❤️‬ (this is also me still trying to convince myself to be okay with the way things were left on the beach/the conversation, etc)

I would love to hear y’all’s thoughts about any of this!!‬ if you made it this far—I apologize again for the length but lovey boys call for lovey rambles