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[joelmillerisapunk]

Watermelon Sugar

Dbf/neighbor/daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Wordcount: 6,522

Summary: At the annual neighborhood barbecue, you can't ignore the sparks flying between you and Joel Miller, your dad's best friend. What starts as playful flirting leads to a secret, steamy encounter that leaves you both wanting more.

Warnings: 18+, age gap, unprotected p in v, m! oral recieving, soft but dom daddy!Joel, Joel calls reader baby and sunflower, use of daddy, light choking, hair pulling, and spanking. And a lil aftercare. Reader has hair and wears a bikini.

Notes: I've been slow over here and a little inactive due to adulting ughhh, but thank you all for your love and support 🥰 I truly appreciate all of you! tysm @joelslegalwhre & @evolnoomym beta reading for me. Smooching you both forever. Divider by @saradika-graphics

You stand in front of your mirror, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. The annual neighborhood barbecue is a tradition you've always looked forward to, but this year, it feels different. Ever since you can remember, Joel Miller has been a fixture in your life—a man who could make you laugh with a single look and who always seemed to know when you needed a friend. But lately, the glances you exchange feel charged with something new, something you're not quite ready to name.

As you dab on a bit of perfume, you catch your dad's voice in the hallway, calling out that he's heading over to Joel's early to help set up.

“Be there soon!” You yell back.

—

As you step out of your front door, the warm summer breeze brushes against your skin, carrying with it the mouth-watering aroma of grilled meat and freshly cooked burgers from the neighborhood barbecue, hosted by none other than Joel Miller - your dad's best friend and neighbor, the one youve had a crush on forever. You can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as you walk towards his house, knowing that he will be there waiting for you.

Your heart races as you approach the familiar scene; tables filled with food and drinks, kids running around playing games, and adults chatting animatedly under the shade of trees. You spot Joel standing near the grill, his broad shoulders moving up and down as he expertly flips burgers on the sizzling hot coals. His tanned skin glistens with sweat from all his hard work preparing for today's event.

"Hey there!" Your dad calls out when he sees you approaching. "Just in time! We were just about to start eating."

You take a moment to admire Joel's form; how strong yet gentle he looks handling those flaming hot coals like they were nothing more than pebbles in a stream; how those little black shorts sit on his body just right, how that white baggy shirt hangs over his big broad shoulders hugging his thick neck just right. Damn it. Why does he have to look so good?

As you draw closer, the heat from the grill is almost as intense as the warmth that spreads through you at the sight of Joel. His head looks up for a moment as he sees you approach, a wide grin spreading across his face.

You take a plate from the stack and start to serve yourself, trying to keep your hands from shaking. The array of food is impressive: potato salad, corn on the cob, fresh fruit, and an assortment of desserts that would make any food lover weak in the knees. But your focus is on the grill, where Joel is now plating a burger that looks like a work of art.

"Here ya go, sunflower," he says. The nickname, worn in like a favorite pair of jeans from years of use, still makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. "I added a secret sauce.” He whispers, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Tell me if it's as good as I think it is.” He winks, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest.

As you take the burger from Joel, your fingers touch briefly, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You try to brush it off as static, but deep down, you know it's more than that. You take a bite of the burger, and the flavors explode on your tongue. The sauce is tangy and sweet, perfectly complementing the grilled meat's smoky flavor.

"Mmm," you moan, closing your eyes in appreciation. "This is incredible."

Joel's eyes light up with pride. "M’glad you like it." His eyes follow every movement of your lips, every chew, every swallow. It's as if he's savoring every moment of this interaction.

You try to ignore the flutter in your chest, telling yourself it's just appreciation for a good meal. But deep down, you know it's more than that. Joel has always been kind to you, always looked out for you, but now, as your eyes lock in a silent understanding, you sense something different. Something forbidden.

"So, you really like the sauce?" he inquires, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he wipes his brow with the back of his hand. The gruffness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine despite the summer heat.

You nod eagerly, your taste buds still dancing from the burst of flavors. "Mhmmm! What’s in it?”

Joel chuckles. "That's top-secret information, darlin', Ain't gettin’ it outta me that easy."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you walk behind the grill and up to Joel. “How about we make a deal? You give me the secret sauce recipe, and I'll show you something I know you wanna see.”

"Alright, you've got my attention."

Slowly, with deliberate grace, you begin to lift your shirt just enough for him to catch sight of the vibrant pattern of your bikini top beneath—your fingers deftly move towards one side strap of this bikini top; teasingly pulling at it as if contemplating revealing even more than intended

"Fuck - " he breathes out, quickly shaking his head to compose himself before grabbing your arm to stop you. "Your dad's right there, the hell you doin'?”

With a mischievous wink, you let the strap snap back into place, leaving just enough to his imagination. "Maybe later then," you tease “If you wanna see the rest come find me Mr. Miller.”

Joel watches you step back and saunter away towards the pool, your words hanging in the air like a challenge. The playful sway of your hips is hypnotic, and he can't help but stare as you make your way over to the pool. He shakes his head, trying to clear the fog of desire that's clouding his judgment. "Christ," he mutters under his breath, turning his attention back to the grill, but the sizzle of the meat does little to drown out the sound of your laughter carried in the breeze.

He glances over at you, watching as you settle by the pool, your legs dangling in the water. You're a vision, your hair catching the sunlight, your smile bright and inviting. He tries to focus on the task at hand, serving people, and making small talk, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. He can't help it; you're like a magnet, drawing him in against his better judgment.

He watches as you reach for a slice of watermelon on your plate, its vibrant red color promising a burst of sweetness. The juicy fruit is cool and refreshing in the summer heat. As you take a bite, the watermelon's juice is so abundant that it escapes your lips, trickling down your chin.

In an attempt to catch the runaway droplets, you quickly bring your hand up to your face. But in your haste, another stream of juice breaks free, trailing a path down your neck and disappearing into the valley between your breasts. The sensation of the cool liquid against your heated skin makes you gasp softly, making Joel groan under his breath. He watches you with an intensity that borders on feral. His grip tightens around the spatula he's holding as he takes in the sight of you, flustered and trying to contain the watermelon's sweet rebellion. His mind races with images he knows he shouldn't entertain—images of him licking away those sticky trails left by nature's candy on your skin; his hands following suit to ensure not a single drop is wasted; his lips tasting every inch they cover until there's no trace of watermelon left.

His body reacts before he can stop it—a sudden twitch in his pants that thankfully goes unnoticed by everyone else due to his strategically placed apron tied securely around his waist. He takes a deep breath to regain control over his runaway thoughts while simultaneously adjusting himself discreetly under the cover of fabric.

Taking the opportunity to step away from the grill, Joel grabs a cold Corona from the cooler, the bottle sweating as much as he is. He approaches you but stops for a split second to watch you. The sight of you lying there, your body still glistening with juices, makes his heart race.

"Thought ya might be thirsty," he says, handing you the beer, his voice deeper than usual.

You look up as he approaches, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Took you long enough," you say, a teasing lilt in your voice as you take the beer and sip it.

He sits down beside you, his heart pounding in his chest. "You're playin’ with fire, y’know that sweetheart?" he warns.

You just smirk, leaning back in your chair, your gaze locked onto his like a little puppy.

"You keep lookin' at me like that, and we're gonna have a problem," Joel says, his voice a low rumble.

"What if I want a problem?"

His intake of breath is sharp, and you can see the effect your words have on him. His jaw clenches, and there's a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes—something that tells you he's teetering on the edge of control. You watch as Joel quickly gets up from his chair and walks away. He rounds the corner of the house before disappearing.

You wait for a moment before you put your beer down beside the one he left and casually stand up to follow him.

Around the side of the house, away from prying eyes, Joel is leaning against the wall, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The moment he sees you, his eyes darken.

"What are we doin' here?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You close the distance between you, your body brushing against his. "Something we both want," you reply confidently, your hand coming up to rest on his chest.

He captures your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "This is wrong," he murmurs, though the conviction in his voice is wavering.

"Does it feel wrong?" You challenge, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt.

For a moment, he doesn't respond, his gaze dropping to your lips. Then, with a groan of surrender, he closes the gap between you, his mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve as if he's memorizing you by touch. You respond with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss. The taste of him, a mix of beer and the sweet tang of barbeque sauce, drives you wild.

Suddenly, Joel breaks the kiss, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "We can't do this here," he says, glancing around to make sure no one has followed you.

You nod, your breath hitching as you realize the gravity of what you're about to do. "Then take me somewhere we can," you whisper back, your hand slipping into his.

With a groan that sounds almost pained, Joel takes a step back, pulling you with him as he leads you away from the party and towards the detached garage at the end of the driveway. His grip on your hand is firm, almost possessive, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

The inside of the garage is cool and dimly lit compared to the bright sunlight outside. It's filled with tools and gardening equipment—a testimony to Joel's many hobbies. The door lightly closes shut behind you, sealing out the world and the sounds of the party. The air is thick with the scent of oil and wood, a heady mixture that only adds to the intoxicating atmosphere. Joel wastes no time, pressing you against the cool metal of a parked truck, his body a solid wall of heat against yours.

"You've been drivin’ me crazy all day," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Teasin’ me like that in front of everyone."

You can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, and it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.

His lips crash onto yours once again, demanding and dominant. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. You can feel his stubble rough against your skin.

"You're playin’ a dangerous game, baby," he murmurs against your mouth.

He spins you around roughly, pressing your chest against the truck's hood. You can feel the cool metal against your overheated skin. His hands tangle in your hair, giving it a gentle tug that sends a jolt of pleasure and pain straight to your core.

"Tell me whatcha want," he commands, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

"You," you gasp, arching your back to press closer to him. "I want you, Joel."

He rewards you with a slow grind of his hips against yours, the friction making you moan. "You want me to fuck ya, sunflower?" he asks, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," you whimper, your hands gripping the edge of the hood for support. "Please, Joel."

He chuckles darkly, his lips tracing a path down the side of your neck. "Beggin’ already? I thought you liked playin’ hard to get." You feel his teeth nip at your skin as he speaks. Your body trembles with need, your breathing coming out in short bursts. You don't understand why this feels so right, but you don't question it anymore. "Stay still," he orders, his voice firm.

You force yourself to comply, your body trembling with anticipation. He takes his time, his fingers tracing maddeningly slow patterns on your skin. When he finally reaches beneath the fabric of your bikini top to palm your breast, you can't help but let out a moan of relief.

"That's it," he encourages, his thumb circling your nipple. "Let me hear how much you want this."

His other hand slides down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. You're already so wet for him, and when his fingers brush against your clit, you can't help but buck your hips.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," he groans, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. You're panting now, desperate for release. But he denies you, pulling his hand away just as you're about to tip over the edge. "Not yet," he says, his voice stern. "You don't come till I tell ya to."

He spins you around once again, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of you. "I wanna see you baby," he says, his hands tugging at your shorts. "All of you."

You help him undress you, your hands shaking with need. Once you're standing before him in nothing but your bikini, he takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful," he says, his voice filled with awe. "Now, get on your knees."

You do as he says, the concrete floor cool against your skin. You hear the zip of his pants and then them falling to the ground along with his boxers as he steps forward, his hands fisting in your hair guiding you to his cock. "Open up," he commands, his voice gruff. "Show me how much you want this."

You part your lips obediently, taking him into your mouth. He's big and hard, and the taste of him is intoxicating. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, eliciting a groan from above and then take him entirely until he's hitting the back of your throat.

"That's it, sunflower," he praises, his hips thrusting gently. "Just like that."

You look up at him, your eyes locking onto his as you take him deeper. His grip on your hair tightens, and you can tell he's struggling to last. "Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth," he says, his voice strained.

Your hands grip his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your touch as you bob your head, taking him deeper with each stroke. The salty taste of his arousal mixes with the lingering sweetness of the watermelon, creating a heady combination that has you moaning around his length.

"Feels so damn good baby," Joel groans, his voice echoing in the quiet garage. His eyes are locked on yours, filled with a raw, unfiltered desire that sends a thrill through you. You feel his thighs quiver under your hands, and you know he's close. But before he can reach his peak, he gently pulls you away, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop.

"Up," he commands as he pulls you to your feet, his hands roaming your body once again. He unties your bikini top, letting it fall to the ground, and then he's cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. "Tell me you want this," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Tell me you want me to fuck you baby."

"I want it," you assure him, your voice trembling with need. "I want you to fuck me, Joel."

With a growl, he lifts you onto the hood of the truck and with a hunger in his eyes that matches your own, Joel hooks his fingers into the sides of your bikini bottoms, his gaze never leaving yours as he slowly begins to peel them away. The fabric slides down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. He tosses the bikini bottoms aside, his hands returning to grip your thighs, spreading them apart as he steps closer.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me," he murmurs approvingly, his fingers tracing the seam of your cunt. You can feel yourself growing warm at his words, but you don't have time to feel self-conscious because he's leaning in, capturing your lips in another searing kiss as his fingers continue their exploration.

One finger circles your entrance before pushing inside, making you gasp into the kiss. He adds another finger, stretching you deliciously as he establishes a rhythm that has you writhing on the hood of the truck. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusting fingers.

"Joel," you moan, your hands fisting in his shirt as pleasure builds within you. "Please..."

He chuckles against your mouth, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. "Please, what?" he teases, even as he adds another finger, filling you even more. "Tell me what you need."

"I need... I need you inside me," you pant out, barely able to form coherent thoughts with the way he's playing your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Joel's eyes darken at your words, and he withdraws his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and needy.

You ready for me, sunflower?" he asks, positioning himself at your entrance.

You nod eagerly, your body aching for him. "Yes, please."

With a groan, he pushes forward, filling you in one slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him is overwhelming, and you can't help but cry out at the intensity of it. He stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Fuck," he groans. "You feel even better than I imagined."

As the initial shock of your union subsides, Joel begins to move, his hips setting a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust is a sweet invasion, a claim that leaves you breathless and begging for more.

"Look at me," Joel commands, his voice gruff with need. You lock eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze searing into your soul. "Who do you belong to?" he asks, his pace increasing with each word.

The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with implication. You know the answer he wants, the answer that feels right in this moment. "You," you gasp out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I belong to you, Daddy."

A shudder runs through Joel at the sound of the word Daddy falling from your lips. "That's right," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives into you with renewed vigor. "You're mine, sunflower. Say it again."

"I'm yours, Daddy," you moan louder this time, surrendering yourself to him completely.

The words, once taboo, now feel like a secret language between the two of you. With each thrust, Joel reaffirms his claim on you, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chases his release.

"Harder," you beg, your nails digging into the flesh of his back. "I need more."

He responds with a growl, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes in the garage, mingling with your cries of pleasure and his grunts of exertion. "Is this what ya need?" he pants, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force.

"Yes," you cry out, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. "More... I need all of you."

In response to your plea, Joel reaches up and wraps his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your heart race and your head spin. The sensation of being restrained by him sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. It's a thrilling mix of fear and excitement that heightens the pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that baby?" he rasps out, his eyes searching yours for confirmation even as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "You like it when Daddy chokes you while he fucks your pretty little cunt?"

You nod as much as his grip will allow, your breath coming in short gasps as stars dance behind your closed eyelids. "Yes," you manage to choke out.

The world around you seems to blur into a haze of pleasure and desire as Joel continues to claim your body with an almost feral intensity. His grip on your throat remains firm, yet gentle enough not to cause harm, serving as a potent reminder of his control over you. The sensation of his fingers wrapped around your neck only adds to the overwhelming tide of ecstasy that's building within you.

"Come on, sunflower, come for me." Joel grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Wanna feel this pretty little pussy squeezin’ Daddy's cock.”

His words are the final push you need. With a cry that echoes off the walls of the garage, your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, causing your entire body to convulse with the force of it. Your inner muscles clamp down around Joel's shaft, milking him as he continues to drive into you with powerful thrusts.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Joel isn't done with you yet. He pulls out, leaving you feeling momentarily empty, but before you can protest, he's flipping you over onto your stomach with a strength that leaves you breathless. Your body is still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax as he roughly pulls you up, positioning himself behind you.

"You think we're done?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "I ain't even close to being finished with this sexy body of yours."

His hands grip your hips tightly as he lines himself up with your entrance once again. With one powerful thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely and causing you to cry out in a mix of pleasure and surprise. The new angle allows him to go even deeper than before, hitting spots that make your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat.

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he sets a brutal pace that has the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the garage. "You feel so fuckin' good like this."

One hand releases its grip on your hip and tangles in your hair instead, pulling it just hard enough to tilt your head back and expose the long line of your neck. His lips find the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, kissing and nipping at it as he continues to pound into you from behind.

"Such a good girl," he praises between thrusts, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "Takin’ Daddy's cock so well.”

His other hand comes down on the curve of your ass with a sharp smack that makes you gasp and push back against him for more. The sting of the slap only adds to the overwhelming sensation of fullness as he drives into you again and again. Each smack is followed by a soothing caress that sends shivers down your spine and makes a heat pool low in your belly once more.

"You like it when I spank this naughty little ass?" Joel asks wickedly as his hand comes down on the other cheek, this time eliciting another moan from deep within you. "Answer me, baby girl."

"Yes," you manage to gasp out between thrusts, your body shaking under his relentless assault . "I love it when you spank me, Daddy.”

The sound of your admission seems to spur Joel on even more. His thrusts become wilder, more uncontrolled, as he chases his own release. The hand in your hair tightens, pulling your head back further, forcing you to arch your back and take him even deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel another orgasm building within you, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

"That's it, baby girl," Joel growls, his voice ragged with desire. "Come for me one more time."

His words are all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge once more. Your body convulses beneath him, your inner walls clamping down around his shaft as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you.

Joel lets out a guttural groan as he feels your orgasm milk his own from him. His hips stutter against yours as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he finds his release. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you, marking you his in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, the only sounds in the garage are the ragged gasps of your breathing and the pounding of your hearts. Slowly, Joel releases his grip on your hair and hip, his hands gently caressing the skin he'd so roughly manhandled just moments before.

"You okay, sunflower?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with concern as he carefully withdraws from your body.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah," you manage to say, your voice shaky but filled with a satisfaction that you've never felt before. "I'm good. More than good."

Joel chuckles softly, pressing a tender kiss to the nape of your neck. "You're more than good, baby girl. You're incredible."

He helps you to your feet, his arms wrapping around you to steady you when your legs threaten to give out beneath you. His eyes scan your body, taking in the marks he's left on your skin—the redness where his fingers had gripped you, the faint handprint on your ass, the love bites that dot your neck and shoulders.

"Let's get ya cleaned up," he says, his tone gentle as he leads you over to an old sink in the corner of the garage. He turns on the water, testing the temperature with his hand before wetting a clean rag and using it to gently wipe away the evidence of what just happend.

You watch him, your heart swelling with emotion as you take in the tenderness of his actions. This is a side of Joel you've never seen before—a side that's caring and attentive, a side that makes you feel cherished and loved.

Once he's satisfied that you're clean, he helps you dress, his hands lingering on your skin with each article of clothing he helps you into. When you're fully clothed again, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You're so beautiful, sunflower," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Inside and out."

The warmth of Joel's embrace and the tenderness in his voice make your heart flutter with a mixture of joy and trepidation. You're standing in a moment that feels both surreal and more real than anything you've ever experienced.

"Joel," you say, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your encounter, "what does this mean for us now?"

He pulls back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away. "It means," he begins, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently, "that I can't ignore these feelings any longer. It means that I want to be with you, truly be with you, in every sense of the word."

Your heart leaps at his words, but reality quickly sets in. "But what about my dad? What about everything else?"

Joel nods, understanding the weight of your concerns. "I know it's complicated," he admits. "And I don't have all the answers right now. But I do know that I can't go back to pretending there's nothing between us, that you're just my best friend's daughter.”

You smile at that, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "So... where do we go from here?"

"First," he says with a grin, "we get back to that barbecue before your dad sends out a search party." He gives you one last lingering kiss before stepping back to survey the scene. "Then we figure this out together—away from pryin’ eyes and family gatherings."

With a nod of agreement, you follow Joel out of the garage, your hand securely tucked in his. The world outside seems different now—brighter, more vibrant, as if your encounter has somehow altered your perception of reality. The sounds of laughter and music from the barbecue drift towards you, a stark contrast to the intimate silence you've just left behind.

As you approach the party, Joel gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "We'll take this one step at a time," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the noise of the gathering. "Okay?"

You nod, grateful for his presence and his promise. Together, you reenter the party, blending seamlessly into the crowd as if nothing has changed. But everything has changed, and you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the secret you now share with Joel.

Throughout the afternoon, you catch each other's eyes from across the yard, exchanging knowing smiles, and subtle touches whenever possible. Your dad, none the wiser, chats happily with neighbors and friends, his laughter mingling with the sounds of summer.

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm golden glow over the neighborhood, you find yourself standing next to Joel by the grill once more. He hands you another beer, his fingers brushing against yours in a silent gesture of affection.

"So," he says, nudging you gently with his elbow, "how's that secret sauce treatin ya?"

You can't help but chuckle, the memory of your earlier exchange bringing a flush to your cheeks. "I think it's safe to say it's the best sauce I've ever had," you reply with a wink, taking a sip of your beer to hide your smile.

Joel laughs, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, I don't know about that," he teases. "I might have to give you a few more samples before you can make such a bold claim.”

But before you can retort, your dad saunters over to join you by the grill. He claps Joel on the back affectionately and turns to address both of you.

"You two look like you're up to no good," he says with a smile. "What are you plotting over here?"

Your heart skips a beat at his words—does he suspect something?—but Joel seems unfazed as he throws an arm around your dad's shoulders with brotherly affection.

"Just discussing some top-secret barbecue business," Joel replies smoothly, giving your dad a reassuring squeeze before releasing him and turning back to tend to the grill once more.

—

Eventually, as the crowd begins to thin and the night grows deeper, your dad announces that it's time to start cleaning up. You join in, helping to gather plates and cups and fold tables, all the while feeling Joel's gaze on you.

Once the last of the guests have said their goodbyes and the yard is returned to its peaceful state, your dad claps Joel on the back, thanking him for another successful barbecue. "You outdid yourself this year, Joel," he says with a smile.

Joel returns the smile, though his eyes flicker to you for a brief moment. "Always happy to host," he replies, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of emotion that passes between you two.

Your dad turns to you, his eyes tired but content. "I'm gonna head home, kiddo. You coming, or are you gonna help Joel clean up?"

You glance at Joel, who gives you a small nod, understanding the silent question in your eyes. "I'll stay and help out, Dad," you say, your voice calm and composed. "You go get some rest."

Your dad chuckles, shaking his head. "Always the responsible one, just like your mother. Alright, I'll see you in the morning."

With a final wave, your dad heads off down the street, leaving you and Joel alone under the starlit sky. The moment his figure disappears into the distance, the air between you seems to crackle with anticipation.

Joel steps closer, his eyes searching yours. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low and intimate.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... processing everything, I guess."

He reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "We don't have to figure it all out tonight," he says softly. "But I want you to know what happened between us... it wasn't a one-time thing for me."

Your heart swells at his words, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within you. "It wasn't for me, either," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, you simply stand there, lost in each other's gaze, the world around you fading into insignificance. Then, with a shared look of understanding, you both begin to tidy up the remaining mess, working side by side in comfortable silence.

When the last dish is washed and put away, and the yard is once again pristine, Joel takes your hand, leading you to the porch swing. The night is quiet now, save for the distant sound of a dog barking and the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

You sit down next to him, the swing creaking slightly under your combined weight. His arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both look up at the stars.

As you sit there, nestled under Joel's arm, the stars twinkle above, casting a serene glow over the quiet neighborhood. You feel a sense of peace and contentment that you've never experienced before, a feeling of being exactly where you're meant to be.

"It's beautiful tonight," you murmur, your head resting against Joel's shoulder.

“It sure is," he agrees, his voice a soft rumble. But when you tilt your head back to look at him, you realize he's not looking at the stars. He's looking at you. His eyes trace the contours of your face, drinking in every detail as if to memorize you, to etch this moment into his memory forever. The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, a silent indication of the smile he wears in his heart, a smile that reaches out to you, enveloping you in its embrace.

"Joel..." you begin, unsure of what to say next. There are a million thoughts swirling in your head, a million questions about what the future holds for the two of you.

He seems to sense your unease and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We'll figure it out, sunflower," he assures you again.

You take a deep breath, letting the comforting weight of Joel's arm around you anchor you to the present moment. The uncertainty of the future looms ahead, but for now, you choose to bask in the warmth of his affection.

"I know we will," you reply.

Joel's smile is soft. "That's my girl," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Brave and beautiful.”

The gentle sway of the porch swing and the rhythmic chorus of crickets lull you into a state of peaceful tranquility. Your eyelids grow heavy, and despite your best efforts to stay awake, you find yourself succumbing to the pull of sleep.

Joel notices your drowsy state and smiles softly, his eyes reflecting a tenderness that makes your heart flutter. "Come on, sunflower," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm to your weary senses. "Let's get you inside." With surprising gentleness, Joel scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he stands from the swing. You let out a sleepy protest but quickly settle against him, your head resting on his shoulder as he carries you into the house.

He navigates through the darkened rooms with ease, making his way to his bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, pulling back the covers so he can tuck you in.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes as he moves around the room, turning off lights and setting an alarm for the morning. When he's satisfied that everything is in order, he begins to undress, shedding his clothes until he's standing in nothing but his boxers. The sight of him—all hard planes and toned muscles—makes your breath hitch in your throat despite your sleepy state.

Joel catches your gaze and chuckles softly. "Like what ya see?" he teases gently as he slips into bed beside you.

You nod, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Always," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's eyes darken at your confession, but he makes no move to act on the attraction that still crackles between you. Instead, he reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Get some sleep, sunflower," he says softly, his fingers tracing a gentle path down the side of your face.

You nod again, snuggling deeper into the covers as Joel turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The bed shifts slightly as he settles in beside you, the heat of his body a comforting presence in the cool room.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel Joel's arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against the nape of your neck, and he lulls you into a deep, peaceful slumber. In the quiet darkness of the night, with Joel's protective embrace surrounding you, you feel safe and cherished. The worries and uncertainties of the future fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and belonging and you know this is exactly where you were meant to be.

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Softer

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader

Summary: Joel’s feeling a tad self-conscious

Warnings/Tags: Humor, No outbreak AU, Tommy being an asshole in a brotherly way, fluff, pregnancy, sympathetic pregnancy, blended families, strip tease, nothing bad happens to Sarah ever and Ellie's your kid, and I think that’s it?

A/N: Thank you much @strang3lov3, @whocaresstillthelouvre, @jay-zzle for your eyes and Jai also for the moodboard!!! 😍🥰😘

This is for @beefrobeefcal’s Joel Sat on Me challenge! I hope you laugh at this as much as I did writing it 😅

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Divider by @saradika-graphics

The gender reveal/baby shower was going off without a hitch. Maria was making sure people knew where to put gifts, Tommy was helping Joel at the grill, while your mom was helping you put the Boy or Girl banner around you. You hate this kind of attention but Maria and your parents both wanted to make a show of it. Despite your arguments on tradition being only for the first baby.

“Well, it’s you and Joel’s first baby together,” Maria deadpanned, all while your mom nodded along.

“Can’t beat that logic!” Your dad grinned.

“Fine,” you relented, rolling your eyes, “Good thing it’s the last one too.” 

Joel smirked, his palm caressing your thigh, “It’ll be fine,” he whispered in your ear, “Least there will be cake,” he added with a shrug. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Can’t beat that logic!” You reply mockingly, sticking your tongue out.

—

“Mom!” Ellie shouts, “Sarah’s trying to sneak into the cake!”

“Quit being such a narc!” Sarah laughs, playfully smacking Ellie’s arm, “You want to know just as much as I do!”

“Girls!” Joel hollers. “Come help your uncle Tommy set up!”

Both girls walk to the grill, helping Tommy carry hamburgers and hotdogs to the table.

“Alright everyone!” Maria announces, raising her voice to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s eat! Parents-to-be first!”

“Hey momma,” Joel grins, meeting you at the food table and placing a soft kiss on your temple, “What ya in the mood for?”

“More like what is the baby in the mood for?” you grumble, trying to adjust the sash around your body. “I hate this fucking thing,” you hiss.

“Just gotta eat, cut the cake and get through presents then I’ll kick everyone out,” Joel reassures.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you mumble, grabbing a plate and staring at the food. The baby decided it wanted corn on the cob, a burger with all the extras, potato salad, and a small salad with more ranch on it than lettuce.

“Jesus Joel,” Tommy laughed when you both got to one of the tables. “Your woman’s the one eatin’ for two not you!”

Everyone looked at Joel with his plate piled high with two burgers, two hotdogs, and plenty of sides to feed a small army. You saw the flush creeping up his neck as he sat next to you. Joel opened his mouth to say something but Maria interrupted.

“Oh hush,” Maria said, smacking Tommy softly on the shoulder.

“Probably going through that sympathetic pregnancy thing,” a guest piped in. “My husband did that too!”

“Sympathetic pregnancy?” Ellie asked with her mouth full of potato salad. Your mom begins to laugh, shaking her head at Ellie.

“Ellie, gross,” you hiss. “Finish eating before you speak.”

Ellie makes a show of swallowing her food before speaking again. “What the hell is sympathetic pregnancy?”

“Ellie,” you groan. “Language! I haven’t spent the past 13 years raising a hellion!”

“And just think, you’re starting over!” your dad laughs.

Joel, meanwhile, keeps pushing the food around on his plate, taking smaller bites of the sides.

“Okay, googled it!” Sarah announces to the table, wagging her phone and clearing her throat. “Google says, c- cou- nevermind, I’m not even gonna try. Sympathetic pregnancy is a proposed condition in which an expectant father experiences some of the same symptoms and behavior as his pregnant partner. These most often include major weight gain, altered hormone levels, morning nausea, and disturbed sleep patterns.”

“That why you were asking for Pepto the other day at the site?” Tommy asks, nudging Joel’s shoulder before sitting down. “Dealing with some morning sickness as well?”

“Damn it Tommy,” Joel growls, balling up his fist. “If you don’t cut it out-“

“Alright, alright,” Maria hisses. “Enough.” She adds pointing at Tommy.

—

Joel stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself. Marriage had been good to him. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline the moment he got you pregnant. He hadn’t thought about it before but Tommy got in his head. Especially when he announced to everyone at the party it made sense now why Joel had to move his tool belt to the next hole for it to fit.

“Whatcha lookin’ at hot stuff?” You smirk, standing in the doorway of the adjoining bathroom with your toothbrush in hand.

“Thinkin’ I need to go on a diet,” Joel huffs out, turning towards you with his hands on his hips.

“The fuck would you do that for?!”

“Tommy’s ri—“

“I swear if the next words out of your mouth are Tommy’s right.” You pout, trying your best to not let the toothpaste escape your mouth as you move back into the bathroom, spitting into the sink, “I’m gonna kill ‘em.”

Going back to the bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed, watching Joel find his pajamas for the night. Sure, he’s gotten thicker in the middle since you got pregnant. His pants fit a bit tighter around his thighs. His chest, oh god his chest, the way your hands grip onto the meaty pecs he has now. You make a small noise at the memory of this morning before the girls woke up, and how you rode him as best you could with your swollen belly in the way, slick pooling in your underwear.

“What?” Joel asks, turning to look at you, noticing that feral glint in your eyes. He’s seen it more and more as the months have gone by. Sarah’s mom was nothing compared to you at this stage in pregnancy. Revved up and ready to go 24/7 these days.

“Tommy’s got it totally wrong,” you grin, “I love the way you look these days Joel.”

“Yeah?” Joel smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck, turning to face you, “what.. uh.. what about it?”

“Dad bod through and through,” you hum, adjusting on the bed to sit a little further back. “Was thinking about this morning, how I can hold onto your chest a little better with your pecs being a little softer.”

“Yeah?” Joel grins, watching your eyes track his fingers as they open the first couple buttons of his flannel, his chest barely peeking out through the fabric, “Should I put on a show?”

“I wanna see my man!” you let out a breath nodding your head eagerly.

“Feel like we need some music or something,” Joel says, letting out a shy laugh, trailing his palms down the front of his shirt, popping open more of the buttons. You begin humming 70’s porno music, “No thank you, that’s enough.”

You shrug letting out a giggle as he continues unbuttoning his shirt, his strong chest and thick belly being revealed as he rips the flannel shirt back in a dramatic fashion, spreading his legs wide and tilting his head to sway his curls behind him.

“Jesus Christ, Napoleon Dynamite. Ya gonna take it off or what?”

“‘Scuse me?” Joel asks, straightening up, pinning you with a look, pulling his flannel back over his shoulders, “Listen, I’ve never done this for anybody. I’d ‘preciate if ya didn’t make rude comments.”

You clear your throat and lean your arms back against the bedding to prop yourself up, “Sorry, horny goblins took over, proceed.”

With his flannel shirt open, he starts flipping his belt open, stalking towards you, nodding your head at this new development, sliding his belt out quickly from his belt loops causing a gasp to escape your lips.

“Mmmm,” you moan softly, thighs squeezing together, and squirming on the bed “Joel. You look so fucking good like this.”

Joel spins around to show you his backside before slipping one shoulder of the flannel off, turning his head to the side with a smirk as he slowly slides it off his arm, followed by the other. You hear the button and zipper of his jeans sliding down. He begins teasing you with his jeans, dropping them some before pulling them back up and swiveling his hips, he puts one foot on the opposite leg to try and help pull the leg out.

“Fuck!” He yelps, as he falls back sitting on you, “Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“Ow!” You groan, smacking his ass to get him to move. He rolls off you to lay beside you on the bed.

“You good?” Joel asks, laying on his side next to you, placing his palm on your belly.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you grin, placing your hand on top of his with a sigh. “No Magic Mike in here, but for your first attempt that was good Miller,” you add with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” Joel grins, leaning up to kiss you.

“Fuck. Please!” You groan, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Surprise Masterlist

Find all chapters of The Surprise here. Updated as new chapters are released.

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: some chapters are 18+ MINORS DNI (they are marked as such), pregnancy times throughout, other warnings marked chapter by chapter Current total word count: 47k

The Surprise (Part 1)

The Lentil & The Blueberry (Part 2) (18+)

The Kidney Bean & The Grape (Part 3)

The Kumquat (Part 4)

The Fig & The Lime (Part 5)

The Peapod (Part 6)

The Lemon & The Apple (Part 7) (18+)

The Avocado & The Turnip (Part 8)

The Bell Pepper & The Big Tomato (Part 9)

The Banana (Part 10)

The Carrot (Part 11) (18+)

The Spaghetti Squash (Part 12)

The Mango (Part 13)

The Corn Cob (Part 14)

The Rutabaga (Part 15) (18+)

The Scallion (Part 16)

The Cauliflower (Part 17)

The Eggplant (Part 18)

The Butternut Squash (Part 19)

The Cabbage (Part 20) (18+)

The Coconut (Part 21)

The Jicama (Part 22)

The Pineapple (Part 23)

The Cantaloupe (Part 24)

The End (Part 25)

Extras (in Chronological Order)

Donuts

Going Home

Fan Art from Cool People!

Emily & Reader (@scorpsik)

[starchants]

HIGH SPEED AND FULL THROTTLE

poly!fast-team x female!reader ; the team comes home.

word count — 629.

themes + warnings ; nothing but adorable fluff <3

author’s note — i’ve always kinda wondered what it would be like in a poly relationship with everyone of the crew so here is a small lil drabble about it! now to specify since i know some may bring up dom and mia being siblings, yes they are siblings and NO they are not in a relationship they simply share the reader along with their friends and NO they aren’t ever near each other in intimate moments either, i know that isn’t discussed here but i wanted to clarify that as well AND i can do a whole list of headcanons if anyone is interested <3!

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

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the growling rumble of numerous cars surrounded the block causing the woman to grin softly to herself as she continued humming along to the voice of reba mcentire that swept through the kitchen. the warming smell of lemon pepper seasoned chicken, homemade mashed potatoes, fresh corn on the cob, and the cinnamon from the apple pie that had been finishing up baking in the oven had flooded through the kitchen of the toretto home. the grin stayed upon the woman’s lips as she moved around the kitchen to grab down the plates for the dinner before she moved towards the silverware drawer and grabbed some prior to heading out the back door, setting up everyone’s spots at the outside table as she heard the shared laughter reaching towards the front door.

“babe?” both dominic and brian had called out in sync as they entered first and couldn’t find their beloved girlfriend who usually greeted them at the door. mia chuckled softly as she took a sniff of the air and knew the woman was probably setting up for dinner, leading to her and letty rushing towards the kitchen in order to beat the boys to the greeting kisses. tej and roman were quick to realize what the girls were doing and quickly rushed after them leaving dom, brian, and han shaking their head and laughing at the antics of those four.

the trio soon found themselves in the kitchen with the rest of the crew who were trying to help y/n plate the food onto safe to carry dishes and help her carry them outside to the backyard table. “there y’all are! y’all had me worried!” y/n exclaimed with a wide grin and made her way through the crowd of her lovers towards the trio who willingly awaited her arrival kisses and gentle fussing checkovers to ensure that they weren’t hurt. “we’re alright sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head over that.” han replied while placing a gentle kiss upon her forehead making the woman gleefully giggle at her man’s actions. the h/c woman was quick to grab at brian’s hand and hold it gently in hers as she quietly with a grin on her face dragged him out the back door of the house with her. dominic and han were quick to follow the pair outside and notice that the rest of the lovable idiots were passing around the drinks that were in the nearby cooler.

“alright which one of y’all wanna say grace?” the woman questioned as roman pulled out her chair as she went to move to do it herself while letting go of brian’s hand as he went to grab himself a drink. she sat down between roman and tej with mia and brian next to the pair of them and letty with dominic and han across from them. y/n found herself filled with so much love in this moment as she watched her lovers all glance at each other and childishly point fingers at each other trying to get the others to say grace.

she simply grasped her hands together and started grace for the lot of them over the dinner that she lovingly prepared for her hungry law-unbinding loves of her life. this time though they all had their heads bowed and only y/n had her eyes shut, all of them stared at her as they all silently wondered how she did it. how did she find the time, energy, and love in her heart to love and provide for them all the very best that she could without any hesistation whatsoever? their beloved girlfriend deserved to be pampered and spoiled after tonight’s dinner and they were going to do just that — just like they always do.

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 3: Best Friends

Word Count: 893

Rating: G

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Language

Summary: Part of the As You Wish universe! A conversation between kids leads to an interesting conversation between Eddie and his former bandmates.

@corrodedcoffinfest

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There isn’t a cloud in the sky, giving the sun plenty of opportunity to smile down on the Fourth of July Barbeque you and Eddie are throwing. This is the first time you’re hosting a party in your new house and it’s going pretty well, if you do say so yourself. 

The worst of the day’s heat had burned off and Eddie just lit the grill to get it all warmed up and ready to go. He closes the lid and makes his way back over to the outdoor table that his old bandmates are all sitting around. 

It wasn’t often that they all got to get together since everyone had their own lives and families these days, but it made those rare times all the more fun.

“Should be ready soon,” Eddie says as he plops back down in his chair. The hot concrete of the patio is too much for his bare feet, so he picks them up and rests them on one of the supportive bars under the table. From where he’s seated, Eddie can see through the cutout window on the back door, into the kitchen where Max and Gareth’s wife, Tammy, are getting all the food ready to be brought outside. 

Eddie would be the one doing most of the grilling, but Max insisted on grilling the corn on the cob because Eddie was notorious for burning it. 

“How was the drive up here?” Frank asks Jeff before taking a sip from his beer can.

“Not bad,” Jeff says with the shake of his head. “Most of the traffic was going the other way. Guess not many people were coming into Hawkins for Fourth of July.”

Just as Eddie is about to remark on the fun Fourth of Julys they’d had as teens in Hawkins, a small voice whines from the ground next to him.

“Theo!” Danny Harrington huffs, dropping the piece of green chalk he was coloring on the concrete with. “Luke said I could draw the tree!”

“You can draw one here,” Luke says, leaning closer to the younger boy and pointing to a blank space on the patio. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” Theo says to his brother.

“Theo, be nice,” Eddie scolds his nephew. 

Steve is over at the kiddie pool, kneeling by its side while his daughter Mia, three-year-old Tiffany Sinclair, and Jeff’s five-year-old son Brian splash around. Nancy is on the other side of the yard, playing cornhole with you, Ryan, Natalie, Jeff’s oldest daughter Candace, Gareth’s daughter Lynna, and Frank’s girlfriend Sara. Eddie knew they’d thank him for squashing a potential squabble between their boys had they heard it.

The eldest Harrington boy sighs. “Danny’s just mad ‘cause Luke is my best friend and not his.”

“I said you’re both my best friends,” Luke says, not looking up from the drawing of a fish he was etching. 

“I think you can only have one,” Jeff’s middle child, seven-year-old Jasmine, says, scanning through the pieces of chalk to determine what color she should use next. 

“That’s not true,” Luke says, finally pausing his drawing. He lets the orange slab of chalk roll out of his hand and turns his body to look at his father. “Daddy, your best friend is Uncle Steve. But he wasn’t your best friend in school, right?” Luke didn’t wait for his father to confirm. “Who was your best friend in high school?”

“Yeah, Eddie,” Gareth says, a playful smirk growing on his face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Who was your best friend in high school?”

Eddie takes a swig of his beer before responding.

“Didn’t you hear what my boy said? Can have more than one.”

“I bet it was my daddy,” Jasmine says absentmindedly as she continues her drawing. 

Her comment makes Frank and Gareth chuckle.

“Aww, Jazzy! You don’t think I was Uncle Eddie’s best friend?” Gareth asks the little girl. 

“No.”

Her bluntness makes all four men at the table laugh, and Frank has to cover his mouth to avoid spitting out his beer. 

“Who was it, Uncle Eddie?” Theo asks. 

The three other former Corroded Coffin members look at Eddie with expectant faces, amusement gleaming in each of their eyes. 

Eddie wasn’t used to being the one to answer questions as their former DM—he was the one who told them what was what back then. 

“Nancy,” Eddie finally says. His asshole friends were having fun messing with him, then he was going to take the wind out of their sails. “Nancy was my best friend in high school.”

“No, she wasn’t,” Danny says knowingly.

Jeff, Gareth, and Frank bust out in laughter when the six-year-old calls their friend’s bluff.

A sigh falls from Eddie’s lips, and he drops his head forward in defeat. 

“Oh, it’s alright, Eddie,” Gareth says, leaning back in his chair once more. His fingers wrap around the neck of his beer bottle and as he brings it up towards his mouth he adds, “We all know your best friend was O’Donnell.”

Jeff throws back his head and cackles in laughter while Frank’s rumbling laugh goes on so long that it turns into a coughing spell. 

Eddie shakes his head and rolls his eyes skyward. 

“You know,” Eddie says, voice dripping in sarcasm, “it’s such a shame we all don’t get together more.”

[thewidowsghost]

Separated in the Night (Ginny Weasley x Potter!Reader)

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Anonymous asked: Hi, would you be able to do a fic about R(Harry's twin) and Ginny getting separated from their siblings - they're already dating - and R protecting Ginny as best she can from Death Eaters?

The cheers of the crowd echo through the stadium as the game reaches its peak. 

“KRUM CATCHES THE SNITCH, BUT IRELAND WINS THE GAME!” Ludo Bagman’s voice roars across the stadium. 

(Y/n) turns to her – secret – girlfriend, Ginny, beaming and bouncing with excitement. “That was incredible!” she takes Ginny’s hand, both their siblings distracted by their own excitement, squeezing it excitedly.

Ginny’s cheeks flush, “Yeah! I can’t believe we were able to see it in person!”

“Don’t tell your mother you’ve been gambling,” Mr. Weasley implore Fred and George as they all make their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” says Fred gleefully, “we’ve got big plans for this money. We don’t want it confiscated.

Mr. Weasley looks for a moment as though he is going to ask what these big pans are, but seems to decide, upon reflection, that he doesn't want to know. 

They are soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. Raucous singing is borne towards them on the night air as they retrace their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns keep shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. When they finally reach the tents, nobody feels like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Weasley agrees that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They are soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley gets drawn into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it is only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table from beside (Y/n) and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley calls a halt to the verbal replays and insists that everyone go to bed. Hermione, (Y/n), and Ginny go into the next tent, and Harry and the rest of the Weasleys change into pajamas and clamber into their bunks. From the other side of the campsite they can still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang. 

. . .

Hermione, Ginny, and (Y/n) – who was fully dressed – hurry straight towards them, Hermione and Ginny pulling coats over their nightdresses, Mr. Weasley right behind them. At the same moment, Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerge from the boys’ tent, fully dressed like (Y/n), their sleeves rolled up and their wands out. 

“We’re going to help the Ministry!” Mr. Weasley shouts over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. “You lot — get into the woods, and stick together. I’ll come and fetch you when we’ve sorted this out!”

“C’mon!” (Y/n) shouts, pulling Ginny with her. They push through the crowd, trying to stay together amongst the chaos. (Y/n) glances back, her heart pounding in her chest as she sees the masked wizards advancing, their wands raised.

“(Y/n), over here!” Harry’s voice reaches her, and she turns to see him and Ron beckoning them over. But just as they make a move towards them, a group of panicked people rushes between them, cutting them off.

“Harry!” (Y/n) calls out, but her voice is drowned out by the noise. She feels Ginny’s grip tighten on her hand, and she turns to see the fear in her girlfriend’s eyes. “We’ll find them,” (Y/n) promises, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her. “But right now, we need to stay safe.”

They run for the woods, the sounds of screams and spells echoing behind them. (Y/n) leads the way, her mind racing as she tries to think of a plan. We’ve got to find a safe place to wait this out, she thinks.

As they run, (Y/n) keeps her senses on high alert. She has a feeling these masked Death Eaters could be anywhere, and she’s determined to protect Ginny no matter what. They find a small clearing, and (Y/n) pulls Ginny down behind a fallen tree, both of them breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” she asks, her eyes scanning their surroundings.

Ginny nods, her face pale but determined. “I’m okay. What about you?”

“I’m fine,” (Y/n) says, though her heart is still racing. “We just need to stay here for a bit. Hopefully, the others will find us.”

They sit in silence for a moment, listening to the distant sounds of the battle. (Y/n) can feel Ginny trembling beside her, and she reaches out to take her hand once again, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We’re going to be okay,” she says softly, her voice filled with determination. “I promise.”

. . . 

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as (Y/n) and Ginny huddle behind the fallen tree. The distant sounds of chaos gradually fade, replaced by an eerie silence. (Y/n) knows they can’t stay hidden forever; they need to find the others and get to safety.

“Let’s move,” she whispers to Ginny, helping her to her feet. They move cautiously, keeping to the shadows as they make their way through the woods. (Y/n)’s mind is racing, trying to remember the layout of the campsite and where they might find the others.

Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes makes (Y/n) freeze. She raises her wand, ready to defend them. Ginny does the same, her face set in determination. They hold their breath, waiting.

A masked figure steps out of the shadows, wand raised. (Y/n) reacts instinctively, sending a Stunning Spell towards the Death Eater. The spell hits its mark, and the Death Eater collapses to the ground.

“Come on,” (Y/n) urges, pulling Ginny with her. They start running again, not wanting to stick around in case more Death Eaters are nearby.

As they move deeper into the woods, (Y/n) tries to stay calm. She knows she has to be strong for Ginny, to keep her safe no matter what. They come across a small stream, and (Y/n) decides it’s a good place to stop and catch their breath.

“We should be safe here for a bit,” she says, kneeling down to splash some water on her face. Ginny does the same, looking around nervously.

“Do you think the others are okay?” Ginny asks, her voice trembling slightly.

“I hope so,” (Y/n) replies, trying to sound more confident than she feels. “Harry and Ron are smart; they’ll find a way to stay safe.”

They sit in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the forest. (Y/n) tries to formulate a plan, but it’s difficult with so many unknowns. They need to find the others, but wandering through the woods aimlessly is dangerous.

“We should try to find the main path,” (Y/n) says finally. “It might be risky, but it’s our best chance of finding the others.”

Ginny nods in agreement, and they start moving again. As they make their way through the woods, (Y/n) keeps her wand at the ready, her senses on high alert. She can’t let her guard down, not with Death Eaters on the loose.

They finally reach the main path, and (Y/n) feels a glimmer of hope. They follow the path cautiously, keeping to the shadows. As they round a bend, they hear voices up ahead. (Y/n) motions for Ginny to stay quiet, and they move closer to investigate.

Peering through the trees, (Y/n) sees a group of Death Eaters standing in the clearing. Her heart sinks as she realizes they’re blocking the path. They need to find another way around.

“We’ll have to go back into the woods,” (Y/n) whispers to Ginny. “We can’t take them head-on.”

Ginny nods, and they start to backtrack. As they move away from the clearing, (Y/n) hears a twig snap behind them. She spins around, her wand raised, just in time to see another Death Eater emerging from the trees.

“Stupefy!” (Y/n) roars, sending the Stunning Spell towards the Death Eater. He dodges it, and (Y/n) barely has time to react before he sends a spell flying towards her. She deflects it, her heart pounding.

“Run, Ginny!” she yells, trying to keep the Death Eater’s attention on her. Ginny hesitates for a moment before nodding and taking off into the woods.

(Y/n) engages the Death Eater in a fierce duel, her movements quick and precise. She dodges his spells, sending her own back with equal force. She knows she can’t let him get to Ginny; she has to protect her at all costs.

With a final, powerful spell, (Y/n) manages to disarm the Death Eater, sending him sprawling to the ground. She doesn’t waste any time, turning and running after Ginny.

She finds her a few meters away, hiding behind a tree and clutching at her ankle. “Are you okay?” (Y/n) asks, breathing heavily.

Ginny nods, tears in her eyes. “I think I sprained my ankle, but other than that, I’m fine. Thank you.”

(Y/n) pulls her into a tight hug, relief washing over her. “We’ll get through this,” she says softly. “Together.”

. . . 

The sun begins to rise, casting a pale light over the forest. (Y/n) and Ginny, exhausted, keep moving, determined to find their way out of these woods and back to the others. The fear of being found by more Death Eaters keeps both girls on edge.

Ginny, whose ankle had started to throb harshly, leans heavily on her girlfriend, who’d wrapped an arm around Ginny’s waist, her wand leveled in her left hand.

They stay close together as they catch sight of more voices, and (Y/n) almost sobs in relief when she sees Bill.

“Bill,” Ginny calls, choking back a sob at the sight of her eldest brother.

“Dad! Harry!” Bill calls, and Mr. Weasley and Harry emerge from the tent.  

“Thank God,” Harry embraces his sister, who still hadn’t let go of Ginny – or her wand. 

“You’re okay,” Mr. Weasley chokes out, embracing his daughter tightly. 

“Thanks to (Y/n),” GInny says. “She was so brave.”

“Thank you,” Mr Weasley says. 

“Of course,” (Y/n) breathes, still shaking from exhaustion.

. . . 

The familiar, crooked Burrow appears in the distance, and a sense of relief washes over (Y/n). 

Mrs. Weasley rushes out of the house, her face pale with worry.

“Oh, my dears!” she cries, enveloping Ginny and (Y/n) in a tight hug. “Thank Merlin you’re all safe!”

“We’re okay, Mum,” Ginny reassures her, though her voice trembles. “We’re all okay.”

Mrs. Weasley looks over at (Y/n), her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, (Y/n). For keeping Ginny safe.”

(Y/n) nods, a rush of emotions making her unable to speak. 

Inside the Burrow, the atmosphere is tense but filled with relief. Mr. Weasley and the older boys discuss the attack in hushed tones, trying to make sense of what happened. Mrs. Weasley fusses over everyone, making sure they’re all fed and comfortable.

(Y/n) and Ginny find a quiet corner in the living room, sitting together on the couch. (Y/n) can see the exhaustion in Ginny’s eyes, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on her.

“We’re safe now,” (Y/n) whispers, brushing a strand of hair from Ginny’s face. “It’s over.”

Ginny nods, leaning into (Y/n)’s embrace. “Thank you,” she says, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

(Y/n) holds her close, feeling a deep sense of love and protectiveness. “You don’t have to thank me,” she replies softly. “I’ll always be here for you, Ginny. Always.”

Word Count: 1942 words

[koihanwrites]

Hi can I req what would be like watching a movie with venti? can be in a cinema or at home. make it as a headcanon form.

the reader is also gender neutral plsss

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Watching A Movie With Venti Headcanons !!

Gender-neutral reader

Pairing/s: Venti x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Koihan's Venti Masterlist

Warnings?: Viewed Romantically

Like in the movies...

Venti is the type of guy who would buy a ton of popcorn and soda

Venti is the type of guy who would a troom-troom YouTube tutorial on how to hide snacks when it is forbidden to a cinema..

Venti is the type of guy who will always hold your hand while watching a movie..

Venti is the type of guy who whines and begs for you to cuddle with him before the movie starts.

Venti is the type of guy who will look at you with a smirk on his face whenever a romantic scene comes up.

Venti is type of guy who would force you to wear matching onesies with him before watching the movie since he said it's comfy (it's the frog one!!)

Venti is the type of guy who acts like he isn't scared when you two are watching a horror movie. (he screams like a girl when he does.. IT HAPPENED TWICE ON UR LATEST MOVIE DATE W HIM)

Venti is the type of guy who will keep on scaring/jumpscaring you after watching a horror movie that made you jump a hundred times.

Venti is the type of guy who lovesss laying his head on your lap

Venti is the type of guy who really HATES sad endings.

Venti is the type of guy who gets really emotional during a very touching moment in the movie.

Venti is the type of guy to give you major spoilers on a movie you haven't watched (you bonked his head after /lovingly)

Venti is the type of guy likes romance and comedy! especially when combined.

Bonus!

1# - Whenever the popcorn is almost finished you two would fight with pick up lines and whoever blush first will make the popcorn.

In the cozy confines of the living room, the tantalizing aroma of freshly popped popcorn filled the air. As Venti and (Name) settled onto the couch, their eyes glued to the screen, they reached for the bowl of popcorn.

"Your eyes sparkle like the popcorn, my dear," Venti whispered a knowing smirk forming on his lips as he took a handful.

"Oh, Venti" you replied with a playful smile, "Your words are as sweet as the kernels themselves"

With each handful, the banter escalated.

"Your smile is like a buttered kernel, melting my heart," Venti said.

"And your voice is like the popping sound, making me crave your attention," You retorted

As the popcorn dwindled, so did their inhibitions. Venti reached for the final pieces, only to have the your hand intercept his. Your eyes looking away from the screen.

"My sweet," Venti said, his gaze locking with yours, "Your lips are as irresistible as the last popcorn kernel."

A rosy pink color started to appear on your cheeks as a giggle escapes your lips. "And you, Venti," you murmured, "Are as charming as the butter on the cob."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Venti leaned in close. "Then let us seal this pact with a kiss. The loser will have to replenish the popcorn."

Your heart fluttered. "Challenge accepted."

Your lips met Venti's in a soft, heated kiss. As you pull away, his eyes held a glimmer of amusement.

"It seems I have won," he whispered with a smug grin. His fingers finding yours to pull you again for another kiss.

You blushed furiously. 'Well, I suppose I do deserve to make the popcorn hmph..."

...

the end ... ✩

©KoihanWrites

[sarahghetti]

going to the carnival hcs; m.k.

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, the gang's all here

summary: the carnival's in town! some headcanons for how you spend your time there with the boys.

warnings: mildly suggestive near the end, but essentially just pure fluff all the way through. reader is called princesa once, no descriptions otherwise.

word count: 2.0k

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the carnival rolls into town—of course you’re all going!

and it’s kind of perfect because they all have their favourite parts.

food

marc is your food guy—he won’t be the one to suggest the funky fair foods like frog legs or peanut putter pickle corn dogs, but he will go halfsies with you on anything you want to get so you can try a lot of different things.

you’re giving this look to the deep fried oreos stand that has marc pursing his lips, obviously hesitant even though he offers no resistance when you direct the two of you towards it.

“if you want cookies, I saw a place near the entrance,” he suggests in a placating sort of way, as though he could dissuade you from trying any of the monstrosities at your disposal.

“but…” you gesture at the sign, look at it! and he’s never been more aware of how much you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger because he’s buying an order for you without a second thought.

“it’s… very sweet,” he remarks after his first bite. “not sure if it’s much of an improvement on the original thing.”

“then why do you keep eating it?” you make grabby hands towards the tray in his hand to try one, and he dangles it out of your reach. “wha—hey!”

“just hang on a sec.” he polishes off his cookie, tongue darting out to catch some errant sugar on his lips before pulling you deep into a kiss.

he’s grinning wide at his own cheesiness before he even draws back completely, your face is burning and, yeah—it’s pretty sweet.

meanwhile steven kind of taps out for this. veganism doesn’t exactly pair well with the hodgepodge of carnival foods being offered, but he will take a good sorbet when it gets particularly hot out.

if he fronts after marc or jake eat something non-vegan, steven will find the nearest lemonade stand to wash the taste out of his mouth. he gets a different one every time, and almost drinks the entire bubblegum flavoured lemonade even though he dislikes it.

jake secretly thinks it’s good. marc fronts again near the end of the cup and immediately tosses it in the trash.

jake has simpler tastes but will try to deviate a little in spirit of the carnival. as long as it’s generally something he likes, like fried chicken or a burger, he won’t mind if it comes in a cone or has a shit-ton of cheese piled on top. is the one to pay eight dollars for a cob of corn.

games

marc and steven will only play the fair game scams if you want to, but jake has no qualms about them at all. you mention that there’s a prize plushie you think is cute and he’s already pulling you towards the booth, eyes glinting in a way that you know he’s up to trouble.

jake then proceeds to crush every single game you come across.

skeeball? he’s getting 100 points with every ball he throws. hoops? draft this man into the nba, he’s sinking baskets like your life depends on it.

jake’s bracing a pellet gun against his shoulder, lining up the scope with the targets at the end of the booth when it finally clicks.

he might not be wearing the suit, but that doesn’t mean that khonshu isn’t with him. you lean in over his shoulder. “wait, are you—?”

bam, bam, bam. three shots, three bullseyes. the people around you are whooping and hollering, but jake just turns to you with a smug look on his face.

“didn’t even need him for this one, princesa, but—” his eyes dart to the top of the booth and you can imagine the god sitting up there, watching you. “what is true justice if not scamming a scammer, hm?”

the attendant comes around to give jake his prize, which he presents to you with flourish and a wink.

“now, is there anything else you want? the fist of vengeance—” he drops his voice down to what you know as an imitation of khonshu “—still has a few games left in him.”

marc fronts again to find his wallet much lighter and his arms full of plushies that jake won for you and just sighs.

steven must’ve read a book about the design behind carnival games at some point because boy is he knowledgeable about it.

it’s a bit of diversion from his usual egyptology, but he seems to know all the tricks of the major games like the back of his hand and leans in close to your ear to tell you exactly what’s happening as you watch other people play.

“you see that?” he points towards the ring toss booth, where a handful of people are fruitlessly bouncing rings off the rims of bottles.

you already know what’s coming but still, you ask: “do you wanna play?”

“oh, no, love, now the rings—” he brings the tips of his forefinger and thumb together in demonstration “—they’re barely big enough to fit over the bottles, you’d have to hit it dead on to have a chance. even then, the material isn’t any help, the rings’ll bounce right off like—that!”

he snaps his fingers, and you giggle a little at his theatrics. the sound always makes him blush a little, and he turns back to the game to distract himself before he gets too flustered.

someone puts down twenty dollars for a bucket of rings and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. “poor buggers.”

maybe he says it a little too loudly, catching the attention of some of the players and his face flushes red as he stammers an apology. you shove him playfully, face similarly burning. “steven!”

“sorry!”

the only exception for marc is the horizonal bar game, you know, the one where someone has to hang from a bar for some length of time? it’s practically impossible because it rotates under your hands, yeah, yeah, steven—he knows.

but marc’s a guy with far above average fitness who climbs up walls on the reg. doesn’t even need khonshu’s power to beat it, he just hangs up there, smirking at you as the timer counts down. it’s the easiest prize he’s ever won in his life.

rides

marc’s whole life is a rollercoaster, so he’s ok.

but in all seriousness, the midway rides aren’t really his thing. they’re transported in from who-knows-where, then set up in a parking lot by who-knows-who, and you’re supposed to just let them flip you upside down over and over again while paying ten bucks for the honour? no. he does not trust them.

steven and jake, however, see all the bright lights and loud music and are a little more favourable.

steven probably feels nauseous at the idea of being put upside down, but travelling fast in a circle, or spinning around in teacups? he’s so down. will join you in spinning the teacups to the max or sport a devilish grin as he singlehandedly spins the teacup as you scream.

(will give you a lil kiss on the forehead as an apology if he accidentally takes it too far)

jake sees the crazier rides as a challenge. won’t push you to do them if you really aren’t comfortable, but he gets this spark in his eyes and promises to keep you safe if you ride with him.

what does that mean? it means that he has full confidence that if there’s a failure in any of the safety mechanisms, he can suit up and save you before anything bad happens.

marc is absolutely flabbergasted that jake “protector of the body” lockley even considers going on any of these deathtraps. loudly protests from within as jake tells you about how fast his reaction time is—it doesn’t matter, jake, just don’t take them on the ride in the first place!

the Ferris Wheel SceneTM goes a bit differently depending on who’s fronting at the time.

steven absolutely insists on going on the ferris wheel and will wait any length of line so that you can ride it.

“look at that!” he’s pressed against your side, shoulder to hip, and uses your joined hands to point out landmarks in the distance as you climb in height. the city lights glitter across the horizon, and steven laughs at the spectacle of it all.

he’s probably imagined this very moment happening ever since you told him that the carnival was coming to town—sitting on top of a ferris wheel with you at his side, being able to kiss you at the top.

“did you have fun?” you bump into his shoulder, smiling at how happy he looks.

“fun? love, this is—” he shakes his head. “today has been like a dream. you’re like a dream.”

he says the last part like a confession, grinning, and you feel his happiness when he finally gets to press his lips to yours.

jake suggests you go on the ferris wheel in the same way as when he suggested the two of you cheat at the carnival games, so you’re immediately suspicious.

“stop looking at me like that.” he tries and fails to keep a smirk off his face, giving you an innocent look as he rests a hand on your knee. “isn’t it beautiful outside?”

it is. you take your eyes off him for one moment to admire the view and his hand creeps higher, fingertips pressing into your thigh.

“jake!” your eyes widen, and the bastard has the audacity to laugh. he leans in close, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“nobody can see us up here—it’s just you and me.” his lips move down to graze your jaw, and your breath catches in your throat. your heart flutters.

“I like the sound of that.” jake pulls back slightly to see the small smile on your face. “’you and me.’”

it’s like you’ve taken the wind out of his horny sails. he can’t help but to smile back, and when he kisses you again, on the lips this time, you know that he agrees with you.

the ferris wheel is the only ride you can convince marc to go on; no matter what he says, he’s a big softie at heart.

he keeps an arm wrapped around you the entire time, holding you close. the scent of him envelopes you like a warm blanket.

marc doesn’t say a lot, preferring to just enjoy your company as you slowly make your way to the top. you don’t mind—you just rest your head on his shoulder and wait for him to open up on his own.

when you stop at the top, it’s like you’re in a movie. the neon lights spread out beneath you, your quiet breaths in the cabin, the soft kiss he presses to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and it means so much more than you’ll ever know. you smile up at him and he looks back at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen—like he’s at finally at peace, and you’re the reason why.

you can’t help but kiss him, then—let him taste the words as you say “I love you, too.”

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing with Visions - It Isn't Unusual - Charleston - Venti

Author Notes: I forgot how difficult it was to write the Charleston and writing it with Venti (a character I have written very little with) made this doubly hard. But that's what I get for randomizing the matches between characters and dances. I wrote this fic will listening to the song "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones. The performance in this fic was inspired by a couple Charleston by Sondre and Tanya, viewable here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmY_QNOFvRY. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/ platonic or romantic/ sfw

Word Count: 1036

Realistically speaking, I should have known something was going to happen when Venti, of all people, sat down next to me on a bench despite the festival that surrounded us. Because, for Venti, festivals were important. He could make a lot of easy money, get people to buy him drinks, and have a generally good time without anyone to really scold him about his alcohol intake. Because, bluntly put, a festival in Mondstadt always meant alcohol.

So for Venti, who could be argued to be the man of the hour, to abandon the festivities and instead sit with me on the sidelines was odd.

Even more so, though, I really should have known better than to accept his excuse that it wasn’t unusual for him to sit with ‘someone as dear as you’ as him flirting and taking a break from the celebrations.

I did, however, recognize my mistake for what it was when Venti’s hand crept over and across the bench to where mine rested. But that was far too late for my realization, though, considering I was barely able to even look down at where his fingers toyed with mine before I was being yanked up to a standing pose.

“Venti,” Despite his behavior, I found myself chuckling out his name as he looked at me with bright eyes.

“Come on, a day like this is made for music and dancing. Not for sitting off to the side all by your lonesome,” He pulled me further away from my now-abandoned seat and closer to the dancing people.

I grinned at him, tilting my head at the flirtatious young man, “Then shouldn’t you be playing music?” 

At my words, he grinned and shook his head, bowing at the waist as he gestured off towards the side at Six-fingered José, “A gentleman such as myself knows when to let others have their moment in the spotlight.”

I snorted at his words but shook my head. Surrendering easily to the grinning young man,  “Alright, one quick dance.” 

He looked all but diabolically pleased with himself as he twirled me lightly so that I was facing him, with my back to the crowd of dancers, as he interlocked our hands, “How does the Charleston sound, my lovely lady?”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t really complain as I laughed at him, “Figures you’d like a dance as fast as that one.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, causing me to laugh as he started to sway with the music, “Is that a yes?”

I nodded in lieu of responding, only lagging slightly behind him as he started dancing before I was matching his kicking motions perfectly. Grinning despite myself as we shifted around, trading off on who leaned backwards as our feet hit the ground in time to the upbeat rhythm of the music around us.

I could hear others laughing around us, and some even started clapping, making room for us as we danced. Matching the festive atmosphere perfectly as Venti’s sparkling, laughter-filled eyes continued to hold mine.

He pulled me towards him, and I laughed as we collided before I leaned back, letting him whirl me in a rapid spin before I was lowered once more so that I was in a limbo-esque position.

He tugged me back up with a carefree laugh, twirling me so that our bodies were parallel to one another with our arms extended across each other’s backs so that our hands could stay locked together.

Our footsteps clicking against the cobblestone path melded with the applause that clapped along to the beat of the song as we continued to dance. Spinning around so that we were facing each other and trading off on which side our arms were locked as we kept up our kicklike footsteps.

I was laughing out loud right now, knowing perfectly well that I’d lost to both Venti and the festival’s atmosphere of joy. Which was precisely what  the bard had wanted.

Because that was just the way Venti was. Always pushing me to relax and join in on his playful actions, even if I was usually more likely to sit off to the side and watch others’ celebrations.

I suppose that when it came right down to it, he simply couldn’t help himself.

He spun me out as the song ended, keeping a hold of my hand as he turned and walked with me away from the crowd of dancers who kept on going without us. 

“There. One dance, as promised,” I smiled at him, half out of breath from both having laughed quite so much and the raw amount of energy I’d just exerted.

He grinned back at me, tugging a flower out of one of the bouquets that filled the streets and holding out to me as if he were a magician who’d just whisked the blossom out of thin air.

I glanced smilingly at the Cecilia bloom before accepting it, causing his smile to only widen, “And I do thank my lady.”

I laughed slightly, shaking my head fondly and sitting back down on the bench before blinking in surprise as the bard sat down next to me, “You aren’t going to rejoin the festivities?” 

I leaned towards him almost worriedly, but he only shook his head. That usual smile of his on his face as he leaned towards me as if he were mirroring my motions, “I told you, it isn’t unusual for me to want to spend time with someone as dear as you.”

I blinked at him, twirling the flower in my fingers lightly as I held his wide-eyed gaze, “It is when there’s booze to be had that you aren’t going after.”

He pressed a hand to his chest, looking at me with a faux hurt expression, “If I leave you, you won’t be protected, and someone else will come by to make you dance with them!”

I hummed in response, not believing him in the slightest but opting to stay silent as I looked back out at the crowd. A slight smile on my face as I leaned relaxedly against Venti.

After all, it wasn’t unusual for me to be pleased that he was staying with me rather than leaving.

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even though it felt like this took forever it really didn't because i've only been on here and writing for just over a year, and i'm so grateful that people still follow me despite my personality as a whole lmao, i wanted to do something silly and goofy so here's my prompt list for my milestone ;-; hello and welcome to the vill-inn, gotham's newest restaurant (and definitely 100% not a money-laundering front for nefarious rogue activity no sirree u-u) please come on in and peruse the menu and let us know what you want to eat!! send in your order + reader/insert gender/pronouns/genitals too! the restaurant is now closed as well as writing headcanons and drabbles, i'm also doing a little give away! so anyone who asks off anon (or not, check the specials menu below) i'll enter into a little silly draw for a 1k commission and pick 3 winners u-u 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)

Hello, welcome to Vill-Inn, how will you be DIE-ning with us today?

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Takeout [bullet-point/free form story/headcanon style]

Delivery [surprise me]

Great! Wonderful! What can I get you to drink? And don't say fear toxin! (I'm this close to quitting...) (pick 1)

Water [hurt/comfort]

Soda [angst]

Milkshake [fluff]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

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Sushi Platter [penguin]

Pumpkin Ravioli [scarecrow]

Surf and Turf [two face]

Arroz con Pollo [bane]

Steak [victor zsasz]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter]

Garden Salad [poison ivy]

Gut Buster Burger [harley quinn]

Gazpacho [mr freeze]

Plain Noodles with Butter [john doe]

Gumbo [killer croc]

BBQ Platter [captain boomerang]

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🧇 Waffle Fries [sex in a public place]

🍠 Sweet potato Fries [visiting them in Arkham/Blackgate]

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🍁 Poutine [slow dancing]

🥔 Potato Skins [at a party]

🍕 Pizza Bites [tending to wounds]

🍗 Chicken Wings [confession/confessing feelings]

🍔 Sliders [exacting revenge]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🍤 Popcorn Shrimp [hugs from behind]

🐔 Chicken Strips [oral sex/how they give and receive]

🍿 Cheese Popcorn [bite marks/marking kink]

🥒 Deep Fried Pickles [sloppy kisses]

🧅 Blooming Onion [being rejected]

🍘 Rice Crackers [choking]

🍞 Bread Rolls [blood play]

🧄 Garlic Bread [straddling]

🥖 Breadsticks [neck/wrist kisses]

🥪 Half Sandwich [giving/receiving praise]

🥣 Soup [argument]

🍜 Noodles [cuddles]

🍚 Steamed Rice [denial]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🍣 Sushi Sampler [edging/orgasm denial]

🌽 Corn on the Cob [instructional masturbation]

🥕 Honey Glazed Carrots ["open your mouth"]

🥗 Green Salad ["do you need a hand?"]

🍅 Tomato Salad ["i have to go"]

🍏 Fruit Salad ["i shouldn't have to ask"]

🍆 Roasted Veg ["i've never done this before"]

🥦 Seared Broccoli ["i hate you"]

🧀 Cheese Platter ["it's too late"]

🍖 Meat Plate ["i've never wanted anything more"]

🍄 Sauteed Mushrooms ["do you want it rough or gentle?"]

🥑 Guacamole ["please don't leave"]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

🥓 Bacon Bits ["i didn't say stop"]

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Ginger Kingfisher ii design masterlist

Main Contestants

Silver Spoon Apple Balloon Baseball Blueberry Bomb Bot Bow Box Cabby Candle Cheesy Cherries Clover Fan The Floor Goo Knife Lifering Lightbulb Marshmallow Microphone Nickel OJ Paintbrush Paper Evil Paper Pepper Pickle Salt Soap Suitcase Taco Tea Kettle Test Tube Tissues Trophy Yang Yin Yinyang

Meeple Tech + Cobs

Steve Cobs [Not AU compliant] Mepad Mephone3gs Mephone4 Mephone4s MephoneX

Other Characters

Ballpoint Pen Chives Dough Dr. Fizz Groscer Shimmers Springy Teddy Bear Toilet Zoetrope

Inani-mates

Diamond Crusher [Paintbrush] Flamina [Candle] Montgomery [Cabby] N Slash A [Bot] Nickel Jr [Nickel] Quacky [Balloon] Sprinkles [Yinyang] Tootsy Wootsy [The Floor] Utter Flilth [Silver Spoon]

[pajarinwrites]

The Perfect Set 02

➳ fem!reader x Jacob

➳ wc: 4.9k

➳ TAGS: volleyball player!jacob, college!au, best friends to lovers

➳ WARNINGS: drinking, cob busts his lip and has to get it stitches, piv sex, cunnilingus (it's all not very elaborately described tho

➳ AN: i initially meant to only continue posting this series once i have all rough drafts finished but then i got too impatient and here we are, also i have been obsessed with jacob again, i'll get back to continuing chapter four now (i'm in a writers block with this story TT)

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Jacob watched you from the audience, the way your eyes were so zeroed in on your opponent, following their words with every ounce of your attention. Jacob knows the other girl slipped up when he sees the minuscule twitch of the corner of your mouth. I’ve got you, now. It seems to say. He’s seen it countless times in your practice debates, and in quite a few of your rows with him, too. Sure enough, your turn for a reply comes around and you take your opponents entire argument apart with a few well placed jabs. She gets increasingly hectic and starts stumbling over her words. Jacob almost feels bad for her. But when the jury leaves to discuss your debate any empathy evaporates. Your face lights up as you turn around to your team mates, who all give you thumbs up. He’s quite sure everyone in the hall can tell that you had the upper hand in that debate.

Once the results are officially announced and you and your team have advanced to the next round, you sprint over to the seats. He catches you in his arms and whirls you around.

“I told you, you could do it!”

“I could have been more concise in my second argument, and I totally forgot to respond to one of the aspects she mentioned, but overall it went quite well.” Your smile is blinding and he’s having a deja vu.

“You should take more time to celebrate your achievements.” You stick your tongue out at him but before he can reiterate how proud he is of you, a familiar pair of arms wraps around you from behind.

“You did so great,” Juyeon whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek. You blush furiously and Jacob feels sick.

“You wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference,” you tease him. And momentarily, the weird feeling alleviates. Even if you’ve gone on a few dates with Juyeon, Jacob is the one who always makes time for you, who goes to your debate team meetings, does research with you until late at night. He’s the one that is always there for you, that has always been there for you since you were children. So it’s only natural that your open affection with Juyeon would trigger an adverse reaction. He knew his team mate was a good guy, but he wasn’t sure if he was good enough for you. And on top of that, “could you guys not make out right in front of me? I’m gonna have to throw up.” You chuckle, detaching yourself from Juyeon in favour of simply holding his hand.

“It was just a peck, hyung.” Juyeon says, as if the exact manner of physical affection that you display makes any difference to Jacob.

“Either way, it’s weird because we’re like siblings.”

You look at him quizzically before shrugging. “No problem, we’ll just go over to that dark corner over there and continue. See you later!” You wave, pulling Juyeon along with you, while Jacob is left behind with the exceedingly unwelcome picture of you and Juyeon making out in a dark corner seared into his brain.

You seem to generally be busy with his teammate because Jacob sees less and less of you over the next few weeks. Juyeon also shows up increasingly late for training, often sporting suspicious marks on his neck or swollen lips. Upon the snickering glances of the younger teammates, he only grins and pulls his neckline a little lower. As much as Jacob wants you to be happy, Juyeon’s faltering morale starts to affect the whole team soon, dragging everyone’s motivation and teamwork down. After two weeks, Jacob has enough and asks Juyeon to stay behind after practice.

The taller man slinks up to him with all the time in the world and a self-satisfied expression on his face. “What’s up, cap?” He asks.

Jacob decides not to beat around the bush, “I’ve noticed over the past training sessions that you seem kind of distracted and demotivated…” Juyeon shows no reaction, forcing Jacob to continue explaining himself. “I’m definitely not the only one who noticed, and at this point your spotty attendance and lack of commitment are starting to affect the whole team.”

“But, hyung, I’m only ever a few minutes late. How am I at fault if everyone starts slacking off?”

“We’re a team, Juyeon. Everyone is responsible for everyone, to a certain degree. On top of that, you’re one of the older members, so the freshmen look up to you for guidance and motivation. Your attitude is having a negative effect on the whole team, and I need you to start taking this seriously again.”

“Or what?” Juyeon asks, his eyes boring into Jacob’s in a way that makes him squirm. He’s always hated confrontation, the fact that Juyeon is one of his close friends isn’t making this easier in the slightest. “Or nothing. This isn’t a threat, Juyeon.”

“So you’re asking me nicely? As your friend?”

“No, I’m telling you nicely. As your captain.”

“That still sounds kinda threatening, though.”

“I can’t help that. We’ve got a big roster of players and if you’re attitude and behaviour affect our results negatively, you’ll be swapped out. It’s as simply as that. I’m not doing this to antagonise you.”

“‘Course you aren’t.” Juyeon replies, his eyes fiery. He snatches his satchel off the bench and stares down at Jacob, who feels increasingly lost. “So you’re going to put me on the bench just because I’m fooling around with your girl.”

That’s an odd way to phrase it, Jacob thinks. It’s also a way that makes it sound way worse than it is.

“She’s not my girl, Juyeon. She is her own person, and this has nothing to do with her. Except that she seems to distract you from what’s really important.”

“No offence, captain. But if you think volleyball is what’s really important, you’ve never gotten your dick properly wet.” Jacob feels like he’s been slapped in the face and he doesn’t know if it’s his hurt pride or the vulgarity of the statement or the fact that he feels like he needs to defend your honour once more. He stares at Juyeon, taking rapid but deep breaths and doing his most to not loose grip of his amicable disposition.

“I don’t think she’d appreciate knowing that that’s all she means to you.”

“What’s it to you? Whatever we do with each other is none of your business. You just said she’s her own person.”

“It is absolutely my business if you’re hurting her.”

“Fuck you! You really think I’d ever do that?”

“Well if you can’t even—“

“Stop!” Juyeon suddenly screams. He’s fuming; Jacob isn’t even sure what he did to incur his friend’s sudden wrath, “don’t pretend like you know what we need from our relationship! If you don’t trust me, ask her whether she’s happy or not.”

Jacob presses his lips together, meeting Juyeon’s burning gaze with the same intensity.

“This isn’t even about her,” he reiterates because it feels like his grip on this conversation is slipping, “this is about volleyball.”

“I have a feeling that this is exactly about her.”

“That’s probably because you need to get your head and your priorities on straight.”

“Oh, sorry, that the relationships with the people I care about are more important to me than some stupid sport. Most importantly herright now.”

“We’ve got different priorities, then.” Jacob says coldly.

“Clearly.” Juyeon replies in a similar tone, “I quit.”

That takes Jacob by surprise, despite everything, and the words only register once Juyeon has crossed the gym and slammed the door shut behind himself.

Jacob stands, staring at the door in disbelief. Inside he’s still fuming, and it’s a feeling he doesn’t truly appreciate. He tried his hardest to keep the conversation civil but he still seems to have triggered Juyeon. Jacob decides to give him space to cool down, knowing that he himself needs it before he can face his friend again. In the face of overflowing emotions, Jacob always takes the same path. So he decides to do what he always does when he is feeling upset. It doesn’t hurt to get some more targeted practice in anyway, he’d been meaning to dedicate more time to his jump serves anyway.

He rolls the ball cage over the end of the court and starts practicing. Some serves, he imagines the ball is Juyeon’s face smirking at him. But most of them he’s looking at himself and feeling increasingly bad. Jacob is so engrossed in his serves that he doesn’t notice the door to the gym open and close again. Neither does he realise that you’ve sat down on the benches next to the court, watching him smash ball after ball precisely into the corners of the opponents half of the field. You watch as your best friend over-exerts himself, well aware that sometimes this is what he needs to turn off the incessant stream of doubt that runs his mind some days.

The first time you found him like this was the first week of your second year of middle school. He had just found out that he wouldn’t make the regular line-up for games this year either. Despite him sacrificing the better part of his free time to volleyball and never missing a practice, no matter how sick he was, his coach chose a different line-up. Of course Jacob didn’t say anything, ever the pacifist. And without his soothing reassurance, you would’ve stormed up to the coach in his stead to demand fairness.

“Nepotism,” you had huffed as you sat on the bench, watching your best friend try jump serve after jump serve. He was breathing heavily, his bangs sticking to his forehead at that point.

“Maybe you should take a break?” You suggested, earning yourself nothing but a burning glare. “My serves still suck. I can’t even land them in the court half the time,” he gritted as if that was enough explanation, and you had learned to keep your mouth shut. Eventually he would tire himself out, so much that he could barely lift his arms. Then he’d start collecting the countless volleyballs he had shot across the gym in hours before. You’d help him, wordlessly. And, finally, he would crash down on the floor in exhaustion, looking up at you with a sheepish grin, as if he should be apologising to you for burning himself out like that. 

So today you sit there again, waiting for Jacob to tire himself out, as you’ve done countless times. He’s still going strong after half an hour and you’re starting to worry when he suddenly flops down onto the floor.

“Spent?” You call over. His head lolls back up, staring over at you in surprise. He just looks for a few seconds as if he hasn’t yet decided on an appropriate reaction. Slowly, a smile breaks out on his lips. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, which is the first time for him to ever say this. So it’s little surprising that it takes you aback so.

“Sure, whatever. You’re crazy,” you say, getting up and walking over. You hand Jacob his water bottle and start collecting balls all on your own. He starts helping you after a few minutes and together you clean and lock up. He takes a hurried shower, trying not to let you wait too long. The two of you are halfway to your dorms when you finally dare to breach the subject.

“So… do you wanna talk about what happened with Juyeon?” The frown on Jacob’s face manifests immediately.

“Not… really.”

“Ok, no problem. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“Did you talk to him about it?” His voice is quiet, nearly a whisper, so low that you can’t hear him over the sound of distant traffic. Only the campus’ eerie silence allows you to hear him. You haven’t heard him this insecure since the infamous middle school roster disaster. He’s staring at his feet while walking, as if he’s expecting to find a treasure on the floor any moment now.

“I mean, he talked to me about it… But don’t worry, I’m impartial.”

Jacob huffs. “I’ve never known a person to be less impartial than you,” he smiles.

You stew in silence until you make it to your dorm and you can’t quite decide whether or not it’s uncomfortable. “Do you wanna come in for a second? I still have that chai mix you love.” Your best friend lifts his eyes and there’s still a little hope in them.

“Sure,” he says, much to your relief. As he follows you up, you can hear from the heavy fall of his footsteps that the training exhausted him more than he likes to admit. Hence, it’s no surprise that you tell him to get comfy on your bed while you prepare the chai with the electric kettle in your room.

You hand him one mug, the one with the beagle saying ‘good morning’ on it, his favourite. When you sit down next to him, you decide not to prompt Jacob, instead giving him a chance to start talking in his own time. It takes few minutes and some sips from your drink before he takes a deep breath and looks at you.

“What did Juyeon say?”

“The usual.. you’ve got a stick up your ass when it comes to volleyball, you should care more about your friends, etcetera…

“Oh, he also asked me if I was happy. Which was… a little weird, just ‘cuz it was unprompted, you know?” Jacob looks up at you in surprise. “Are you?” He asks, “Happy, I mean.”

“Sure,” you say, unsure of where this is supposed to be heading, “I mean university is stressful especially with the exams coming up in a couple months. But other than that I’m pretty happy… Can’t say the same for you or Juyeon, though.”

Jacob nods sagely. “It’s just been a little rough between us lately and I don’t even fully know why.”

“Maybe it’s just tensions with the quarter finals coming up?”

“That’s probably a contributing factor.”

“All the more reason to make up with him,” you whisper, not sure if you’re breaching the subject too soon. But judging by Jacob’s heavy sigh, this is the pivotal point that his brain had been circling the whole time too.

“I know you’re right but… he said a few things. And I know, from experience, that he needs a little time to calm down.”

“He seemed just as confused as you, to be honest. Maybe give him a few days before talking to him. And maybe get him back on the team? How cool would it be if our university actually won this year’s volleyball championships?” Jacob laughs. Finally, you think, relieved at the way his face finally lights up, even if it’s just for a split second.

“So your motivations are entirely selfless?”

You rest on hand on your heart, “of course! They always are. I am a good samaritan.” Jacob smirks, falling back into silence, except this time you’re sure it’s a comfortable one. 

What he doesn’t want to tell you is that he still feels like his argument with Juyeon was only marginally about volleyball. He was worried his friend might have told you that he thinks volleyball is more important to himself than you. (Which isn’t even true, of course. He’s pretty certain you’d know either way that you have always been and will always be his trop priority.) But he is relieved that Juyeon was right, you are happy in whatever situationship you have going on with him. And the mixed feelings he had about that were only due to his momentarily strained relationship with Juyeon. As long as he knows that Juyeon’s treating you right, he has no reason to not be delighted about you being in a loving relationship. He worries. That’s all.

After twenty years of friendship, you can easily spot when Jacob goes into a funk. So when he stares absentmindedly into his empty cup of chai, you know he hasn’t entirely gotten over his dismay about the fight. On top of that, you can see his eyelids dropping in real time. For not entirely unselfish reasons (it’s been ages since the two of you had a sleepover), you offer him to crash at your place tonight. He accepts, with a soft, sleepy smile that warms your heart.

You give him a spare toothbrush and oversized t-shirt so he can comfortably squeeze into your twin-size dorm bed beside you. You wrap one arm around him and he mirrors you while pulling you close. He’s so close you can make out the faint scar on his upper lip. It takes more than a little effort to push the memories of that night out of your head. Especially since it’s the first time he’s sleeping over since that accident.

“Don’t fall out,” you whisper.

“I’ll try my very best.” He whispers back, “good night, sunshine.”

“We have to go!” You squeal, “it’s team-bonding!”

Jacob rolls his eyes at you, “you’re just happy to be invited to a big house party within your first month of uni.”

“So what? Something can be more than one thing at once.”

“Yeah, except this time it’s not.”

You’re sat on the floor in front of Jacob, legs crossed, while he was on your dorm bed. He had come over in order to watch a cute animated movie with you, the way the usually did after he played and won a match with his team. Except this time he barely made it through your door before you started bombarding him with questions about the after-game party that apparently was a tradition for your university’s volleyball team.

Jacob was hard-pressed to tell you ‘no’, especially with your puppy-dog eyes and the way your oversized shirt had ridden up your thighs when you had planted yourself in front of him.

“Why do you never want to go to parties with me?” You whine, pulling on his arm lightly, while pouting. He sighs deeply, already resigning himself to giving into your whim.

“We didn’t even tell them we’d be coming!”

“Oh, please, Jake! As if anyone cares about that. I bet you half a dozen random strangers will show up and no one will care!”

“We’ll be late.”

“No one will be bothered by that except for you.”

He groans, dropping dramatically back onto you bed. You crawl up beside, leaning over him with a smirk. His heart starts racing but he decides to ignore it. “So… is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, fine whatever.” He says, but he knows you can see the smile etching itself onto his face.

“You’re the best!” You squeal, pressing a kiss to his cheek that leaves his face burning. Before he can even react you’ve jumped back up, throwing dress after dress on top of him. “Hey,” he tries to protest, sitting up but promptly getting hit in the face again.

“What should I wear?” You ask, already out of your t-shirt. You’re standing in front of him in nothing but a bra and your high school sport shorts. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in less before but with how out of sorts his heart has been acting this night he’s starting to think he’s going to have a problem tonight. “I don’t know, any of them look good.” 

Rolling your eyes, your sigh, “You’re not very helpful, you know that?” 

You pull on a cute red dress and Jacob is about to compliment you when you frown and pull it back over your head. As you continue to rummage through your closet, he starts looking through the dresses you had haphazardly tossed onto your bed and, by extension, on him. There’s a short black one that sparkles lightly if he holds it up to the light just right. He holds it out for you to see to inquire about your opinion. The way your face lights up let’s him know that he hit the mark.

“It’s perfect!” You exclaim after trying it on and spinning in front of your mirror. He wants to tell you that it’s not perfect after all, that the hem is definitively much too short. But he keeps quiet because he’s not your keeper and he’s never had it in him to deny you something you wanted before. Jacob waits patiently as you put on your makeup and do your hair, and is fascinated again by how much work goes into looking like you put no work into your appearance.

Finally you finish and make it to Sangyeon’s apartment two hours late. A stranger ushers you in. Jacob thinks it’s Sangyeon’s roommate, who he’s only met one singular occasion that left him with antipathy for the man, and the feeling is only exacerbated when said roommate’s inebriated.

“Dude, thought you wouldn’t show, cool you made it!” He greets Jacob, even though his eyes are still on you, blatantly looking you up and down. All that’s missing is him licking his lips, Jacob thinks. To his horror, you seem into it, winking at the player. Jacob's hand wraps around your arm, softly but decisively, and he pulls you into the kitchen to get some drinks. The communal space is full of his team mates. Most don’t pay any attention to your late arrival but a few stare at your ass as the two of you walk by. He’ll definitely need some alcohol to survive the night, he thinks. So that’s exactly what he does, he gets himself and you some alcohol, making sure to make yours mostly juice with only a spritz of vodka. Your reaction isn’t favourable but there really isn’t anything you can do about it now. Jacob would like to stick right by your side the entire evening but you’re almost immediately whisked away by no one lesser than his team’s co-captain. Unfortunately for Jacob he’s heard you gush about Sangyeon’s ‘bulging biceps’ on more than one occasion and he hates that the older man seems to have taken a liking to you too. 

Jacob tries to distract himself by watching a different group of players have a go at truth and dare in front of the couch but he’s constantly distracted. Even more unfortunately, once he gets up from the game fifteen minutes later, you (and Sangyeon) have disappeared. So, really, he thinks it’s understandable that he drinks a little more than he initially planned.

After a few too many cups Jaehyun finds him in the kitchen only to announce that they’ve set up a keg in the courtyard downstairs. In his woozy state, Jacob thinks that sounds like a grand idea. Also, if there’s partying happening outside, you might’ve simply gone there and that was why he didn’t find you earlier. Jaehyun is elated at the fact that his party-averse junior is following him easily and the both of them are greeted with cheers when they emerge from the apartment building. Jacob spots neither you nor Sangyeon but he’s so busy scanning the area that he doesn’t even fully realise when Sangyeon’s infamous roommate sidles up to him, “Dude,” he whispers, “it’d be so rad if you did a keg-stand right now.”

“Uh uh,” Jacob replies and he’s been led all the way to the keg and is already halfway into a handstand before he fully realises what he just agreed to. Whatever, he thinks, might as well. So he let’s Jaehyun and the roommate hold him up while the tries to chuck as much beer as possible. The only problem was that Sangyeon and you decided to arrive outside at that exact moment. Jaehyun spots you and immediately screams your and Sangyeon’s name.

“Weren’t you two gone for a while? How’s the dick?” 

Sangyeon and you throw up a simultaneous middle finger in response but Jacob can’t see that. He only hears Jaehyun’s comment and is momentarily so distracted that his hand slips.

There’s a few ways that this evening could have gone differently. For one, Jacob could have chosen to have a normal reaction to the person that is nothing but his best friend going off to fool around with his teammate. He could have drunken a normal amount of alcohol. He could have refused to go outside or he could have refused to do a keg-stand while being half a beer away from shit-faced. But he didn’t do any of those things. So when his hand slips it isn’t really surprising to anyone that he doesn’t manage to catch himself and instead slams face first into the keg.

It takes several stitches to sew up his lip. The same can’t be said for his chipped tooth. But the doctor’s verdict is generally favourable. “It could’ve gone much worse, young man.” He says at he shows Jacob out of the emergency room. Sangyeon, who had been sober, as it turns out, is waiting for him. He doesn’t have a comment as he leads Jacob to his car and drives him back to his apartment. He pulls up to the curb and Jacob is about get out when Sangyeon rests a hand on his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he says, leaving Jacob confused, especially because he still feels a considerable degree of tipsy, despite everything that had transpired over the last half hour. “For what?” He asks.

Sangyeon lets out a deep sigh,”I should’ve been there. It was my place, my invitation. I should’ve been responsible. And I wasn’t there.” For the first time Jacob sees his co-captain, usually a steady presence in the team, defeated. His shoulders are hunched over and Jacob realises the pressure that must rest on Sangyeon’s shoulders. He cares a lot, he’s a great co-captain, more responsible than their actual captain, to be honest.

“It’s not like you can be everywhere at once,” Jacob says, even though his insides feel like they're on flames when he thinks about where Sangyeon had disappeared to and with whom. Still, he’s great when he can tease a small smile from the older man’s lips.

“Thank you, Jacob. You’d make a great captain someday.” The man in question is more than a little taken aback.

“Because I showed such a great tendency for responsibility tonight?”

Sangyeon laughs, “No. Because you care, and you can read people very well. You’ll grow into it, don’t worry.” He smiles as if he has insight into the future in a way that Jacob doesn’t. “I’ll take better care of you from now on. But right now…” He looks out the passenger side window, past Jacob. “I think someone’s waiting for you.”

Jacob turns around, seeing you cowered on the steps to his dorm, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively.

Jacob waves Sangyeon off as his car drives off. He sits down next to you, bathing in the silence until the car lights have long faded away. When you still remain motionless next to him, he takes your hand in his softly and tugs you up the stairs to his dorm. He’s never been so happy that he has a solo dorm as when you wrap your arms around him fiercely the second his room door slams shut. He huffs as you press all the air out of his lungs.

“Are you okay?” You whisper into the side of his neck and he nods. You look up, your eyes big and shiny from tears that you must’ve cried before he arrived. He cradles your cheek to wipe the lingering traces of them away, but before he has the chance you close the distance between the two of you.

The press of your lips is light as a feather, unsure whether or not you’ve made the right decision. Jacob blames it on the alcohol, in hindsight. Otherwise there is no way he would’ve been ready to throw twenty years of friendship out the window. He moves his lips against yours, hungrily, because he’s afraid you might change your mind. But instead you wrap your arms around him more closely, trailing them up his back and his whole skin brakes out in goosebumps. One of your hands tangles in his hair, much more forceful now he’s given you permission. His hands wander as much as yours, he’s trying to commit every curve, every expanse of your skin to his drunken memory in the worry that this is some near-death-experience-induced hallucination.

But it’s still real when his hands sneak under your shirt, it’s still real when you take of his and start kissing across his chest. It’s still real when he strips you of your clothes and puts his mouth to your soaked core, it’s still real when you beg for more, your whimpers burned into his brain forever. It’s so so real when he enters you and when he feels you constrict around him until he’s releasing into the condom. You’re still real when you’re lying next to him in his tiny, messy dorm room, falling asleep curled into his side.

Unfortunately, it’s still real when he wakes up in the morning to your horrified expression. It’s real when both of you scramble out of bed, putting your clothes on backwards in the hurry and mumbling embarrassed ‘I’m sorry’s to each other. And it is all too real when you basically sprint out of his room only to send him a single text later that day, saying that, for the sake of your friendship, you’d be more than ready to just forget this ever happened.

[bradshawsbaby]

Letters to My Love // Part III

Blue Moon

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: I’m making a serious effort to be as historically accurate as possible in each of these letters, but I also realize that I may reference things that some people are unfamiliar with or confused about. I’d be happy to answer any questions about the time period if you have them!

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story!

Song(s) referenced in this chapter: Chattanooga Choo Choo // Blue Moon

Dedication: As always, dedicated to my sweet friend, @luminousnotmatter​, as well as everyone who has offered such lovely support for this series!

Warnings: Alternating POV, references to war and its impact, allusions to rationing, plenty of fluff.

July 6, 1942

Dear Peach,

Is it alright if I call you Peach? I suppose being in and around the Navy for as long as I have, I’ve become sort of used to the notion of nicknames. We’ve got one for everyone around here, and Peach just seems to suit you. I admit, it’s how I’ve come to think of you. But if you don’t like it—or if it seems too familiar for me to be calling you a silly nickname—you let me know right away and I’ll be sure not to do it again.

Gosh, I can’t tell you how happy it made me to receive your letter. Mail Call is always a good day—you should see the smiles around here when the fellas get letters from their sweethearts and families. But it felt a hundred times better the day I got your letter. Benny was about ready to tear it out of my hands and open it himself, and Tommy Boy wasn’t too far behind. Paul practically had to knock their heads together so that I could have a little peace. I kept it in my pocket and saved it to read until after dinner that night. Let me tell you, it was certainly sweeter than any dessert they could cook up in the mess (although, admittedly, their dessert could use some work, even on a good day).

I’m sorry that it took me so long to write back. You wouldn’t believe this, Peach, but they’ve really got us working hard over here. It’s almost like there’s a war on or something.

I’m sorry, was that a terrible thing to say? I don’t mean to make light of it. None of us do. But I think we’ve found that if we look for a little bit of levity every now and then, it makes this whole thing a bit easier to bear. We haven’t been here long, but we’ve already seen and heard things we’d rather not remember. So we look for the good where we can find it—like Mail Call, when we get special letters from lovely girls back home, just like you.

To answer your question, I’m doing just fine. I suppose I won’t try to get one past the Office of Censorship this time around, but we’re still in the same region of Europe and expect to be so for the foreseeable future. I wish that I could paint you a beautiful picture of what life is like here, but it’s rather bleak at the moment. You can still see the pockets of beauty though—I’m sure it was a wonderful place before this war. I hope that one day, it will be again.

But I’m sure you don’t want to hear me ramble on about the sad state of the world right now. Should we talk about something happier? How was your Fourth of July? I hope it was swell. I admit, my mouth was watering a bit the other day when I thought about all the things my mother always makes to celebrate. I’ll never know how she manages to get it all done, but she prepares a feast for us every year. My favorite part has to be her apple cobbler—drop a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, and I swear, it’s heaven. All of us were missing home a little extra this Independence Day, so we ended up swapping stories of home and all the ways our families celebrate. I have to say, it did help to dull some of the homesickness. Tommy Boy had us all dreaming about parades marching through town, and Benny couldn’t stop talking about his mother’s berry icebox cake. We made him promise that when this is all over, he’ll have us as dinner guests so that we can sample it for ourselves. Do you have any special Fourth of July traditions?

Speaking of families and traditions, I’m so glad to hear that Paddy, Dottie, and little Frankie are doing well. Although I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting your sister, from everything you’ve told me, it does sound like Paddy has found his perfect match. She sounds like a woman who can certainly keep him on his toes. By the way, please let Paddy know that we all played a rousing game of Rummy in his honor. We look forward to getting to play with him again when we get home.

Gosh, there’s just so much I want to say. But it’s kind of hard, isn’t it? Knowing the right things to say, I mean. I’ve always been kind of amazed at how eloquent people’s letters can be. Mine sort of just end up coming out like a jumbled mess. It’s like I want to tell you everything that crosses my mind—as if we were sitting on that bench together on King Street—but I can’t think of a proper way to do it. So I apologize now if this letter is horribly scatter-brained and messy. I’ll try my very best to be more organized in the future.

What I do have to tell you—and I should have said it earlier—is how much I appreciated your lovely description of your day back in Charleston. Unfortunately, it was rainy and gray here the day I received your letter, but reading your words made it feel as though the warm southern sunshine had been delivered right to us. I hope you don’t mind, but I read that part of your letter to some of the other fellas. They really appreciated it. They’re also very grateful to know that you’re thinking of us and wishing us all the best. So am I. It gives us the boost we need when the days get hard.

Nothing would make me happier than the thought of you saving a dance for me. Maybe next time, I’ll even get to hear that pretty singing voice of yours. I know you said I couldn’t be certain that you were a good singer because you were just humming, but trust me—I know. We listen to music over here sometimes when we’re able, but I do admit it’d be much more fun to be listening to it at another USO dance. Sometimes I’ll hear a song that played that night, and it makes me smile.

Anyway, they’re calling us now, and I should probably stop running my mouth so much. It’s funny—I’ve never been much of a talker (just ask Paul), but with you, I feel like I could write pages and pages, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

I hope this letter hasn’t bored you to tears, and I do hope to hear from you again soon. Thanks for sending along the sunshine.

Sincerely Yours,

Bobby

July 22, 1942

Dear Bobby,

Peach is just fine! It’s lovely, in fact. I’ve never had a nickname just for me before, so that one makes me feel quite special. On top of that, it’s also officially Dottie-approved. She insists she only happened to glance over and “accidentally” catch sight of the beginning of your letter, but I think she may have just been snooping. See? I told you she’d get on wonderfully with Benny and Tommy Boy.

Mail Call sounds like a wonderful day for all of you. The USO has been reminding us how important letter writing can be. They’ve been saying how much it boosts morale for our boys overseas, and clearly they were right. I’m touched that my letter seemed to mean so much. If it really does brighten your day, then I’d be happy to write hundreds of letters. I’m not so sure my words are really sweeter than ice cream or pie, but I will try my hardest.

You don’t have to apologize! I can only begin to imagine what it must be like for you over there. As happy as I am to receive your letters and to know that you’re doing alright, I understand that it may take a while for you to be able to write me. And you most certainly don’t need to apologize for trying to do what you can to preserve your peace of mind. My heart breaks to think what you and your friends, and all the other men over there fighting, have already seen and experienced. They say war is hell, and I absolutely believe it. I could never dream of being even half as brave as you are, Bobby. I mean that. If your heart ever feels heavy with all the burdens you have to carry, please know that you can lay it down with me. I’m more than happy to listen. I know that I won’t have all the answers—who does?—but I’ll always try my hardest to help you carry the load as best I can.

I’ve never been to Europe before, but my parents went to Paris for their honeymoon back in 1916, and my mother still talks about how beautiful and magical it was. It makes me so sad to think that countries that were once so full of life and art and beauty and culture have been reduced to war-torn husks. Like you, I have hope that one day very soon, this horrible war will be behind us and all those wonderful places will be filled with magic once more. And maybe one day in the future, I’ll get to travel there. I’d like that very much.

My Fourth of July was very nice! I have to admit, reading about your mother’s apple cobbler and Benny’s mother’s icebox cake had MY mouth watering. There must just be something about mothers because my mama also LOVES baking up a storm to celebrate Independence Day. One of her favorite desserts to make is—can you believe it?—peach tarts! Maybe we can convince our mothers to swap recipes.

This is the first Fourth of July that I haven’t celebrated with my parents back home in Georgia, but Paddy, Dottie, Frankie, and I had a wonderful day. It was Frankie’s first, so we took him to the parade in town, though I think he would have been more than happy to stay home. Poor baby is teething, and he’s been downright miserable some days. I’m sure Paul knows what that’s like, and I’m sure Natasha is dealing with the same with Paul, Jr. right now. It’s hard to watch him suffer—I know it just about kills Dottie.

Speaking of Dottie, she was rather upset that her baking plans got a bit derailed by our ration cards. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but sugar is being rationed now. We pooled together as many ration cards as we could save, but there’s been such a demand for it that there was hardly any to be found. We settled on a simple pound cake with strawberries, which Dottie wasn’t happy about, but Paddy made sure to cheer her up by making a big show about how it was the best pound cake he’d ever tasted. Personally, I do think it could have used more sugar, but please don’t tell Dottie that I said that.

Thankfully, Frankie took a good nap that day, so he was in much better spirits by the time the fireworks went off. We went down by the water to watch them, and he was mesmerized. I enjoyed them, too, but it felt sort of strange to be having such a nice day when I thought of you and all the other men who have gone off to fight for us. It felt wrong somehow to be celebrating as though there wasn’t a terrible war waging halfway across the world, a war that’s been taking more and more of our men every day. But Paddy helped to put it into perspective for me slightly. He said that the men who are over there fighting—men like you, Bobby—are doing so precisely so that the rest of us can enjoy these freedoms. He said that, if it were him, he’d be happy to know that we were safe and still getting the chance to celebrate our independence. Was he right, Bobby? I hope it doesn’t feel like rubbing salt in a wound, me telling you about our Fourth of July.

Can I tell you something? I think Paddy’s been having a hard time wrestling with the fact that his job allows him to remain stateside during the war. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard him and Dottie sitting up in the kitchen one night, talking. I think he feels a bit guilty, being a part of the Navy, but not having to go fight the same way you all are. Dottie has been trying so hard to reassure him, but I noticed that he’s been working even longer hours now—he wants to do whatever he can for the war effort, and to help bring you boys home as quickly as he can. That’s what we’re all hoping for.

I have to admit, I giggled a little bit when I read the part of your letter about feeling like what you write is a jumbled mess. I feel the same. It’s a little tricky to have a conversation on paper, isn’t it? It’s much easier when you’re sitting face to face. Tell you what? I’ll forgive your messiness, if you forgive mine. Does that sound like a deal?

Oh, I’m so glad to hear that the talk of sunshine made you happy, even on a gray and rainy day. And I’m happy that your friends enjoyed it, too. Would you say hello to Paul for me? I’m not sure if he even remembers me, but I’m still so grateful for his kindness at the dance. Maybe say hi to Tommy Boy and Benny for me, too? Even though I haven’t met them officially, I feel like I know them so well through your stories about them.

I’m not sure about where you are, but it’s brutally hot here in Charleston now. Still sunny though, so I’m picturing scooping some of it up and sending it your way. Unless we have errands to run, Dottie and I have been staying mainly inside with the baby. I know we’re supposed to be conserving as much power as possible, but Dottie doesn’t care a fig if there’s a war on when it’s this hot—she’s got all the fans running on full blast. I hope wherever you are, you’re able to keep cool.

I have to say, Ensign Floyd, you really are going to give me a big head one of these days. I assure you that I am not as talented a singer as you seem to think I am, but perhaps I’d be willing to sing along to one song at the next dance we attend. But you have to promise not to laugh when you discover I’m terrible at it. Humming, I promise you, is very different from singing.

Now that I’m on the topic of music, however, I wanted to mention that every time Dottie puts on one of her Glenn Miller records, I think of you and your mother. I know you said she was a big Glenn Miller fan, and I like to think that maybe somewhere in Iowa, she’s listening to “Chattanooga Choo Choo,” same as us.

Just last night, while we were cleaning the kitchen, Dottie and I were listening to the radio and “Blue Moon” came on. Do you know that one? The Al Bowlly song? I think he has such a lovely voice. Anyway, I was listening to the song while I was washing the dishes and it got me thinking about the moon. Gosh, that sounds so silly now that I actually write it out. But it’s true. I was thinking about the moon, and it struck me that the moon that was shining down on me was the same moon that was shining down on you. Even though I don’t even know exactly where in the world you are, when I look up at the moon at night, I can be sure that it’s the very same moon that you’re looking at. I don’t know, maybe it’s silly, but it kind of brought me some comfort. Does that sound horribly hokey? I’m sorry if it does. Maybe if it doesn’t strike you as too terribly sentimental, you can share it with Paul the next time he’s feeling down about missing Natasha and the kids. This war might be keeping us all apart, but at night, when we look up at the moon, we can remember that we’re not so far apart as it seems.

Your letter certainly didn’t bore me to tears, Bobby. On the contrary, it made my day. Now I just hope that MY letter doesn’t bore YOU to tears. Maybe when all this is over, you and I will feel more confident in our letter-writing abilities. I certainly do hope that’s the case.

Stay safe, Bobby. Sending you all my very best.

Sincerely,

Peach

[jacobbaeluvr]

you can flirt now?

genre: fluff

pairing: (the boyz) jacob bae x gn!reader

summary: in which you try many ways to flirt with jacob but it suddenly backfires

warnings: uh uses of pickup lines (non-sensual ones), kissing on the neck and lips obvi, whispering, a lil cursing, uses of love, babe, cob and baby, bad humour cause i have em

notes: my woo fic is still ongoing lol idk when i'm gonna finish it

word count: 460 words

warnings pt2: this fic is not real! it's all fake so if you're uncomfortable pls block me

you sigh, the book in your hands no longer you find interested. instead, you're interested at your boyfriend's back profile. god he even looks good sitting there with his headphones on. jacob had a day off today but it seems that he's too focused on his work that it doesn't look like he has a day off.

feeling bored you got up and grabbed an extra chair before making your way beside jacob. noticing you, he placed one side of the headphones aside.

“hey baby, what's up?”

you shrugged.

“the ceiling obviously. anyways when are you done? i'm bored.”

you whined and placed your head on his shoulder. his head rested on yours after, rubbing it against yours.

“just a bit love, i'm almost done”

he then took out his headphones and started typing on his laptop.

still bored, you thought of a good idea. pickup lines.

grabbing your phone, you went on safari and searched 'pickup lines for flirting'. pressing on the first link, you tap jacob on the shoulder.

“babe, something’s wrong with my eyes because i can’t take them off of you.”

jacob chuckled.

“thanks a lot baby but i need to get this done”

giving a short peck on your lips, he continued typing on his laptop. damn it, it didn't work.

hm, let's see. ah huh, what about this one.

“babe, i’m going to complain to spotify about you not being in this week’s hottest singles.”

jacob let out a smile and ruffled your hair gently, putting your hair behind your ear before going back to his laptop. letting out a big exhale, you went back to bed. all your flirting doesn't work, fuck. hm, maybe some kisses would work.

getting up again, you tiptoed behind him carefully placing your hands on his chair before getting near his neck and giving it a peck. he made a sound of surprised but quickly recovered from it. going back to his ear, you whispered.

“cob”

“hm?”

“are you done?”

he shook his head.

“do you really need me that bad?”

“yes badly, you don't understand”

jacob laughed, it was the cutest thing ever.

“alright alright, i'll be there. let me just save this and i'll be cuddling with you okay.”

“okay!” you smiled before getting under the covers.

realising jacob is done, you open the covers before making grabby hands at him. making himself comfortable, he spooned you with one of his arms under your head and one on your waist.

“happy now?” he whispered.

“very” you replied happily.

“you know i must be in a museum because you truly are a work of art.”

did he just...

shocked, you turned with your eyes wide open.

“since when you can flirt now?”

he smiled before kissing your neck like you did to him previously.

“aww come on, i'm not that innocent love”

he rubbed his nose against your neck, kissing it at the same time. you were hot from blushing really hard.

your boyfriend can flirt now.

masterlist <3

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Hammer Of The Gods

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Thunder crashes and the rain pours down as we pulled up to this hotel called the Elysian Fields. Hurrying to get inside, Dean parks the car in front of the lobby at an angle and run towards the door.

We gasp as we enter and hear lounge music playing and honestly, this place looked pretty snazzy and fancy. It's unlike any hotels we've stayed at.

"Whew. Nice digs, for once." Dean said and we walk up to the front desk were a tall, dark haired man stands. "Busy night." Dean said to the attendant, questioning. "Any port in a storm, I guess." The man chuckles. "If you could just fill this out, please." He said to Dean. "Yeah." Dean said and he takes the forms and I go up to the man.

"Uh, can I get a form too. We need two rooms." I said. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but all of the rooms are taking." He said and I sighed, disappointed. It's been a little over a week since Dean and I decided to take a break and everytime we stopped at a hotel, I always made sure I got a room myself. But, of course, this hotel would be booked up.

"Your key." The attendant said and I shake my head out of my thoughts and I see him handing Dean the key. "Oh. Thanks. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?" He asked. "Buffet. All you can eat. Best pie in the tri-state area." The guy said. "You don't say?" Dean said, intrigued. "You said the magic words, sir." I said, with a small laugh, then we leave the lobby.

Sam and I were sitting at a table, in the dining room, when Dean comes up to us, holding two plates. He sits down and sets one plate in front of him, which had pie, then the other to me and I notice that the plate was filled with my favorite meal: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and a roll. I look over at him and give him a knowing look.

"What?" Dean asked me, innocently. "You trying to butter me up, Winchester?" I asked him and he shrugs. "Hey, I noticed some of your favorite foods up there and I thought you'd be hungry." He said and I gave him a small smirk and shake my head. Then I started eating it as I was pretty hungry while Dean turns to Sam.

"Sam, unpucker, man. Eat something." he said as he pats his shoulder. "We should hit the road, Dean." Sam said, shaking his head. "In this storm? I-it's--" I started to say after I swallowed my bite of chicken. "It's biblical. Exactly. I-it's friggin' Noah's ark out there, and we're eating pie and chicken." Sam said. "How many hours of sleep did you get this week? What? Three? Four? Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in 12 states." Dean said. "Yeah, well, I'm not giving up." Sam said.

"Nobody's giving up. Especially me. We're gonna find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. And we will find Cas and Ariel, and we'll find Adam. But you are no good to me burnt out." Dean said to him. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Sam said. "Come on, we've actually got the night off for once. Let's try to enjoy it." Dean said and he eats on his pie.

We head to our room and see a couple making out in front of their room. I roll my eyes at this then Dean and I share an awkward glance before we head inside the room. "Wow. Look at this. We're like Rockefellers." Dean said, impressed, as we look around the large elegant looking room. The crappy thing was...there was only two beds and there was a couch

"Chocolates! You want yours?" Dean asked Sam as he holds up the little chocolates that were on the pillows. "If he doesn't want it, I'll take it." I said and Dean tosses the chocolate to me and I catch it and start to eat on it. "Hey, (y/n), you want the bed and I'll take the couch." Sam said and I shake my head. 

"No, you go ahead and take the bed. Besides, that couch looks too small for you, Sam." I said and Sam chuckles while Dean looks through the channel guide on the TV. "Whoa. Casa Erotica 13 on demand." He said and Sam scoffs. "Oh God." I groaned.

"What?" Dean asked us. "Isn't this place...in the middle of nowhere?" Sam asked. "So?" Dean asked. "So what's a four-star hotel doing on a no-star highway?" Sam asked and I nod a bit at this. "Yeah, that is very odd." I said.

Suddenly, a woman moans, pleasurably, on the other side of the wall. We hear the bed thumping, the couple chuckling, then a loud thud which accompanies the brick wall of the room being smashed in from the other side, almost knocking the LCD flat screen television off the wall.

Sam, Dean and I exchange shocked look. "Damn." I said, stunned.

We leave our room and head to the room, where the sex crazed couple were in, next to us and open the door to find it empty. Then I found a large engagement ring on the floor. "Hello?" Dean calls out but no reply. "Hello?" Sam calls out but again no reply. "Where the hell are they?" I asked.

We make our way down to the lobby and go to the attendant. "The, uh, the room next to ours -- t-the couple that are, uh, joined at the lips -- have you seen them?" Dean asked him. "Mr. and Mrs. Logan -- the honeymooners? They checked out." the attendant said and we furrow our brows.

"Is something the matter?" The guy asked. "They checked out?" Sam asked, clarifying. "Mm-hmm. Mm, just now." The guy said. "Really? It sort of seemed like they were, uh...in the middle of something." Sam said, chuckling. "Yeah, it's kind of weird for honeymooners to, uh, check out without this." I said and I hold up the engagement ring.

"Oh, dear. I'll just put that right in the lost and found. Don't you worry. Is there anything else I can help you with?" The guy asked as he takes the ring away from me. "Uh, no. No, we're good." Dean assured. "Super-fantastic." The guy said and we walk away from the desk.

"Creepy." Sam mutters. "Broke the needle." Dean mutters. "All right, well, I'll scope the place out, and you boys keep an eye on Norman Bates over here." I said to them and Sam nods while Dean gives me a concerned look. "I'll be fine, Dean. You don't have to worry about me." I said, a bit exasperated, and he looks down then I turn and walk away.

I exit the elevator and pull out an EMF detector as I began to walk down the hallway. I pass a room with its door open and I could've sworn I seen and Elephant holding a towel. I stop and take a few steps back to look again, and see man wrapping a towel around his torso. "This ain't no peep show, girlie!" The man shouts at me and I was a bit shocked but I quickly recover. "Well, don't have your door wide open!" I exclaimed and I turn and run off before the guy could say anything else.

Later, I meet up with the boys and take them to the room I saw the elephant in only to find it empty. "An elephant?" Dean asked me. "Yeah." I said. "Like, an elephant?" Sam asked. "Like, full-on Babar." I said. "So what the hell is...Where is everybody?" Sam asked and I shrug. 

We make our way back down and Sam attempts to open the lobby doors, but they do not budge. "Let me guess -- it's locked." I said and Sam sighs as he turns to us then nods. "So what -- the roaches check in, they don't check out?" Dean asked. "Full-on Hotel California." I said.

"Think about how we got here. That detour on I-90? The friggin' hurricane?" Sam said to us. "You saying we were led here?" Dean asked. "Like rats in a maze." Sam said and I sighed. "Fantastic." I grumble.

We walk into the kitchen and I see one pot on a stove top and I could hear something boiling inside. Dean sees it as well and he looks at it and we see red liquid boiling inside. "Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup." He whispers, hopeful, and he lifts ladle to reveal eyeballs. "Motel hell." Dean grumbles as I gag a bit. "Well, that's put me off of tomato soup for the rest of my life." I said.

Then I walk over to Sam as he walks up to a freezer. I follow him and we look through the little window and see the rest of the hotel guests. "Help us! Get us out!" One of the guest shouts at us and Sam reaches into his pocket and removes his lock picking tool kit.

"Hurry up!" Dean yells at him. "I'm going as fast as I..." Sam said as he turns but he stops and his eyes widen. "..as I can." He finished and I sighed. "There's somebody behind us, isn't there?" I asked and Sam nods before I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulder. 

*3rd Person POV*

Sam, Dean and (y/n) were dragged into the Grand Ballroom by three men. "Something tells me this isn't a Shriner convention." Dean quips and the trio were set down on three chairs, in front of a panel of several people, and one man, Mercury, stands up. "Dinner is served." He said and the rest of the people applauded.

Then another man, Baldur, stands up and gestures to the trio. "Ladies and Gentleman, our guests of honor have arrived." he said and Dean, Sam and (y/n) look at each other. "Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming. Although in all my centuries, I never thought I'd see this. This many gods under one roof.--" Baldur said and Sam turns to Dean and (y/n). "Gods?" He said, questioning.

"--Now, before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules. No slaughtering each other. Curb your wrath. Oh, and uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. We're, trying to keep a low profile here.--" Baldur said. "Oh, we are so...so screwed." (Y/n) mutters to the boys as Baldur continues.

"--Now we all know why we're here. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we've all had our little disagreements in the past. The time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. Because if we don't, we won't have one. Now we do have two very valuable bargaining chips. Michael and Lucifer's vessels. And a bonus female human. The question is, what do we do now? Anybody have any bright ideas? Speak up. This is a safe room." Baldur said to crowd of gods.

"What do we do? We kill them!" Zao Shen said in his native language and Ganesh laughs. "Kill 'em? What, so the angels can bring the back again?" Ganesh said. "I don't know what everybody's getting so worked up about! 'Cause it's just a couple of angels having a slap fight! There's no Armageddon. Everybody knows, when the world comes to an end, the Great Serpent Jormungandr rises up, and I myself will be eaten by a big wolf!" Odin said before he laughs.

"Here we go..." Zao sighs. "Oh yeah? And why is that? Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world's getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle? Ha! Give me a break!" Odin argues. "Don't mock my world turtle." Zao growls.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Odin asked him, on a mocking tone. "I'm gonna send you packing to Valhalla!" Zao yells at him. "You watch your mouth when you talk to me, boy!" Odin threatens. "Boy? I'm older than you." Zao said. "No one's ever proved that." Odin said, defensively.

As Odin and Zao argue, Sam, Dean and (y/n) slowly and quietly move from their seats and attempt to exit the room without being noticed. As they near the door, a chandelier falls in front of them with a loud crash, Dean was able to pull (y/n) away just in time before the chandelier could fall on her.

"Thanks." She said, appreciatively, and they turn to the gods.  "Stay." The woman, Kali, said then she turns to the other gods. "We have to fight. The archangels -- the only thing they understand is violence. This ends in blood. There is no other way, it's them, or us." She said. "With all due respect, ma'am, we haven't even tried talking to them." Mercury said but then he begins to choke up blood. Baldur turns to Kali and stops her from killing Mercury outright.

"Kali!" He shouts and she stops then she glares between Mercury and Baldur. "Who asked you?" She growls.

Suddenly, the doors to the Grand Ballroom open to reveal Gabriel, who is not wearing a name tag like the others are. "Can't we all just get along!" He exclaims, questioning. Dean attempts to say Gabriel but is cut off by Gabriel, choking on the word. "Sam! (Y/n)! Dean...It's always wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?" Gabriel asked him while Baldur stares at him, shocked.

"Loki." He mutters. "Baldur. Good seeing you too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail." Gabriel said. "Why are you here?" asked Baldur. "To talk about the elephant in the room." Gabriel said and Ganesh begins to stand, indignant. "Not you. The Apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang. But first things first." Gabriel said then he turns to the trio.

"The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later." Gabriel said then he snaps his fingers and the trio appear in their room.

"O.K. Did that -- Holy crap!" Dean said, shocked. "What the hell?!" (Y/n) exclaims. "Yeah, tell me about it." Sam said.. "Oh, thank goodness, you three are okay." A voice said behind them and they turn and see Ariel. "Ariel!" (Y/n) said, relieved, and she goes over to her and hugs her. 

Ariel seizes up at this but she relaxes. "We were so worried about you." (Y/n) said as she pulls back from the hug. "For a moment there, so was I." She said as (y/n) steps back then Sam comes up and hugs her too. "It's good to see you." Sam said and he steps away then Dean and Ariel share an awkward look before Ariel clears her throat.

"I, uh, heard about Zachariah...I owe you an apology, Dean." She said. "I doubted you and...I feel bad that..." she continues but Dean waves his hand, vaguely. "It's okay. You were mostly right about me." He said then Ariel smiles and she holds her arms out to him. Dean rolls his eyes a bit but goes ahead and hugs her too.

"What about Cas? Where is he?" Sam asked Ariel as her and Dean break the hug. "I-I don't know. I woke up in a field a couple days ago. I was really weak but Gabriel was the one who found me and has helped me recover, I'm still a little weak but getting better. And then he found about the other gods gathering here in this hotel and when we saw your Impala outside of the hotel, we grew worried." Ariel said.

"Yeah, you're welcome by the way." Gabriel's voice said as he appears behind the trio and they turn to him. "So you guys are gonna pull us outta the fire?" (Y/n) asked. "Bingo! Those guys are either gonna dust you, or use you as bait. Either way, you're uber boned." Gabriel said. "Wow, 'cause a couple of months ago you were telling us that we need to play our roles. You're uber boning us!" Dean said. "Ohh...The end is still nigh. Michael and Lucifer are gonna dance the lambada, but not tonight. Not here." Gabriel said. "Well, hopefully, not at all." Ariel said and Gabriel scoffs. "Denial ain't just a river, sis." He said to her and she glares at him.

"And why do you care?" Dean asked Gabriel. "I don't care. But, me and Kali we, uh, had a thing. Chick was all hands. What can I say? I'm sentimental." He said and Ariel groans at this. 

"Do they have a chance? Against Satan?" Sam asked Ariel and Gabriel and Dean turns to him. "Really, Sam?" He asked, sounding like that was the dumbest thing he ever asked. "You got a better idea, Dean?" (Y/n) asked him, annoyed, and Dean shrugs.

"It's a bad idea. Lucifer's gonna turn them into finger paint. So let's get going while the going's good, hmm?" Gabriel said. "I agree." Ariel said. "O.K. Great, why don't you just zap us outta here then?" Dean asked. "Would if I could, but Kali's got you by the short and curlies. It's a blood spell. You three are on a leash." Gabriel explains.

"What does that mean?" (Y/n) asked. "It means it's time for a bit of the old black magic." Gabriel said then he spritzes his mouth with breath spray and Ariel does a face, mimicking that she was gagging. "Oh, don't be such a prude, sis." Gabriel said. "I'm not just...the thought of you...and...Kali...it's just...ugh..." she groans, scrunching up her face, and Gabriel gives her an exasperated look.

"Look, do whatever you have to do. Well, we're gonna take the hors d'oeuvres in the freezer with us." Dean said. "Forget it. It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks outta here." Gabriel said. "They called you Loki, right? Which means they don't really know who you are?" Dean asked. "Told you. I'm in witness protection." Gabriel said.

"O.K., well then how about you do what we say, or we tell the, uh, legion of doom about your secret identity. They don't seem like a real pro-angel kinda crowd." Dean threatens and Gabriel glares at him. "I'll take your voices away." He said. "We'll write it down." Dean said. "I'll cut off your hands." Gabriel growls.

"Well then, people are gonna be asking, Why are you guys running around with no hands?" Dean said and Gabriel glares at him. "Gabriel..." Ariel said and he turns to his little sister. "I think we should listen to them." She said and her and Gabriel stare at each other, almost like there was a more detailed silent conversation happening between them and Gabriel sighs. "Fine." He huffs.

Since Ariel was still recovering and the thought of her running around a place that was anti-Archangels, the trio had to go down to the kitchen on their own while Gabriel distracted Kali.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) enter the lobby/lounge area as a man is heard screaming from the far side employee entrance. The trio quickly move out of sight as the two men drag one of the freezer occupants out into the lobby. "No! N-No! No! Please! Gah!" The man screams. "It's too late." Sam whispers just as the man's neck is chopped with a cleaver and they make their way to the kitchen.

The screams of those trapped in the freezer could still be heard as Sam tries to hurriedly unlock the freezer with his lock picking tool kit. Dean and (y/n) are then grabbed and thrown across the room by Zao, who grabs Sam by the neck, pinning him to the freezer door.

Dean and (y/n) struggle to move after landing on top of a metal shelving unit. (Y/n) gets up then she pulls out a wooden stake from her jacket pocket, runs to Zao and stabs Zao with it. Zao releases Sam and dies. "You okay, Sam?" (Y/n) asked him and Sam nods. "Where the hell is Gabriel?" Dean asked as he stands up.

But then the trio are once again thrown into the ballroom. "How long have you known?" Gabriel asked as he stands with Kali and the other deities. "Long enough." Kali said. "How's the rescue going?" Dean asked, sarcastically.

"Well, surprise, surprise. The Trickster has tricked us." Kali said. "Kali, don't." Gabriel pleads. "You're mine now. And you have something I want." Kali said as she reaches into Gabriel's jacket and removes his angel blade. "An Archangel's blade. From the Archangel, Gabriel." She said and everyone looks at him, shocked.

"Okay, okay! So I got wings, like Kotex. But that doesn't make me any less right about Lucifer." Gabriel said. "He's lying. He's a spy." Kali spat. "I'm not a spy. I'm a runaway. I'm trying to save you. I know my brother, Kali. He should scare the living crap out of you. You can't beat him. I've skipped ahead, seen how this story ends--" Gabriel explains then Kali talks over to him.

"Your story. Not ours. Westerners, I swear. The sheer arrogance. You think you're the only ones on earth? You pillage and you butcher in your God's name. But you're not the only religion, and he's not the only God. And now you think you can just rip the planet apart? You're wrong. There are billions of us. An we were here first. If anyone gets to end this world, it's me. I'm sorry." Kali said then she stabs Gabriel with his own blade. Gabri screams, and in a flash of light, dies.

The trio's jaws drop at this as Mercury turns to Kali. "This is crazy." he said. "They can die. We can kill Lucifer." Kali said as she gestures to the blade.

"All right you primitive screwheads, listen up." Dean said, angrily, and (y/n) grabs his arm. "Are you outta your mind?" She asked him, confused but also concern. "I'm outta options." He said and the two share a look then she let's his arm go and he turns to the deities.

"Now on any other given day, I'd be doing my damndest to, uh, kill you. You filthy murdering chimps. But, uh, hey, desperate times. So even though I'd love nothing better than to slit your throats, you dicks, I'm gonna help you. I'm going to help you ice the devil. And then we can all get back to ganking each other, like normal. You want Lucifer, well, dude's not in the Yellow Pages. But me, (y/n) and Sam, we can get him here." Dean said and the other deities eye him.

"How?" Kali asked him. "First you let those main courses go. Then we talk. We can either take on the devil together, or you lame-ass bitches can eat me. Literally." Dean said and the others share a look.

Later, Dean makes it down to the kitchens and opens the freezer door. "Come on everybody! Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Alright, alright, go, go, go! Get outta here!" Dean shouts at them and he leads the people out of place.

The guests run out in the parking lot and into their respective cars and leave. Dean sighs and start to turn back but then they hear something. "Psst! Dean!" A voice said and Dean turns to see Gabriel sitting in the backseat of the Impala, the window rolled down.

"Don't look at me! Act natural. Get in." Gabriel said and Dean quits looking at him and gets into the Impala. "Man, there is nothing natural about this at all. I thought you were dead." Dean said. "You think I'd give Kali my real sword? That thing can kill me!" Gabriel exclaimed.

"Then what do they have in there?" Dean asked him. "A fake! Made it out of a can of diet orange Slice. So, uh, go snag our blood, would ya?" Gabriel asked. "What?" Dean asked. "I heard you in there. Kali likes you. You can get close. Lift the plasma, then we vamoose." Gabriel said. "No. Hand over the real blade. Better yet, why don't you sack up and help us take down Lucifer." Dean said and Gabriel looked at him like he was crazy.

"You can't be serious?" Gabriel asked. "Deadly." Dean said, firmly. "Since when are you butt buddies with a bunch of monsters? That's all they are to you, aren't they?" Gabriel asked. "Alright, you know, Sam was right. It's nuts, but it's the best idea we've heard, so unless you have a better one?" Dean said. "Well, good luck with that. Me? I'm blowing Jonestown. Those lemmings wanna run off a cliff, that's their business." Gabriel said.

"I see right through you, you know that? The smart-ass shell, the whole I could give a crap thing? Believe me, it takes one to know one." Dean said to Gabriel and the archangel narrows his eyes at him. "That so?" He asked. "Yes. And maybe those freaks in there aren't your blood but they are your family." Dean said.

"They just stabbed me in the friggen heart!" Gabriel exclaimed, indignant. "Maybe, but you still give a crap about 'em, don't you?" Dean asked and Gabriel sighs. "Dean." He said. "Now they're gonna die in there, without you." Dean said to him. "I can't kill my brother." Gabriel said. "Can't or won't?" Dean asked but Gabriel doesn't answer as he looks down. "That's what I thought." Dean said before he leaves the Impala.

"So you're going to summon Lucifer." Kali said, questioning, to Sam. "Sort of. I just need you to squeegee some stuff from my ribs and he'll come running." Sam said. "Breaking them would be easier." Kali said while (y/n) gives Sam a worried look. "You sure about this, Sam?" She asked. "It's the only way." Sam said just as Dean comes in. "Show's over. Sword's a fake, and Gabriel, he's still kicking. I hate to break it to you, sister, but you've been tricked." Dean said to Kali.

Then the lights in the Grand Ballroom begin to flicker. "What's happening?" Baldur asked as they all look around. "It's him." Sam whispers. "How?" Kali asked, confused. "Does it matter? Shazzam us outta here, would ya?" (Y/n) asked her. "We can't." Baldur said and the door opens again and they all turn to see the new guest, who was covered in blood. "Of course you can't. You didn't say mother, may I?" Lucifer said, smiling,

Meanwhile, Ariel was laying down on the bed but noticed that the lights started to flicker. "Oh no." She said as she sits up, quickly. "He's here." Gabriel said to Ariel as he appears in the room.

"We need to get them out now." Ariel said to him. "Correction, you are gonna get them out." He said and Ariel furrows her brow. "Wait, what are you talking about?" She asked. "I'm gonna buy you some time to get those muttonheads out of here." Gabriel said and Ariel shakes her head. "No, you're coming with us." She said. "Someone's gotta keep him distracted." Gabriel said. 

"He'll kill you, Gabe." She said, worried. "Probably, but it's the only way." He said and Ariel's eyes start to well up with tears and Gabriel places his hands on her shoulders. "Just promise me that you'll do whatever it takes to stop Michael and Lucifer." He said and Ariel furrows her brow. "I-I-I thought you..." she stammers.

"I believe you can do it. I believe in you." Gabriel said to her and she gives a small, sad smile to him. Then she goes and hugs him and he hugs her back. They pull back and Gabriel gives her a proud smile. "Don't tell anyone but...you've always been my favorite." He tells her and Ariel scoffs out a laugh. "Okay...now c'mon, we got some people to save." He said and she nods as a small tear runs down her face.

"Sam, Dean, (y/n), good to see you again." Lucifer said to the trio. "Baldur, don't." Kali said to Baldur as he walks up to Lucifer. "You think you own the planet? What gives you the right?" Baldur asked as he confronts Lucifer, who then stabs into Balder, ripping him apart from the inside with his bare hand, killing him.

"No one gives us the right, we take it." Lucifer said in a low voice. As Lucifer throws Baldur to the ground, Kali becomes enraged, engulfing her arms in fire which she throws at Lucifer, causing Sam, (y/n) and Dean to jump for cover behind an overturned table.

The flames dissipate revealing no damage to Lucifer's vessel then he hits Kali with an uppercut to the chin, sending her flying. "You guys okay?" (Y/n) asked the boys. "Not really." Gabriel's voice said as he and Ariel appear next to them. This shocked the trio as Gabriel turns to the trio. "Better late then never, huh?" Gabriel said then he hands Dean a copy of CASA EROTICA #13 on DVD.

"Guard this, with your life." He said as Dean takes it. "Also, watch over my sister." He said and he gets up while Ariel turns to the trio, a sad look on her face. "Meet me outside." She whispers and she disappears.

Lucifer is about to stomp on Kali but is blown back through the Grand Ballroom doors. Gabriel stands, a blade in hand. "Lucy, I'm home." He teased and Lucifer glares at him. "Not this time." Gabriel said then he picks up Kali. "Guys! Get her outta here." He shouts at the trio and they go to Kali and they run out while Lucifer looks at Gabriel, offended.

"Over a girl. Gabriel, really? I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn't catch anything." He said. "Lucifer, you're my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks." Gabriel spat and Lucifer looked surprised. "Wait, what did you just say to me?" He asked him.

"Look at yourself! Boo hoo! Daddy was mean to me, so I'm gonna smash up all his toys." Gabriel shouts, exasperated. "Watch your tone." Lucifer growls, angrily. "Play the victim all you want. But you and me? We know the truth. Dad loved you best. More than Michael, more than me. Then he brought the new baby home and you couldn't handle it. So this is all just one big temper tantrum. Time to grow up." Gabriel spat at him.

"Gabriel, if you're doing this for Michael..." Lucifer said. "Screw him. If he were standing here, I'd shiv his ass too." Gabriel said. "You disloyal--" Lucifer growls but Gabriel shakes his head. "Oh, I'm loyal. To them!" He said. "Who? These so called gods?" Lucifer asked. "To people, Lucifer. People" Gabriel yells.

"So you're willing to die, for a pile of cockroaches. Why?" Lucifer asked him. "Because Dad was right. They are better than us." Gabriel replied. "They are broken. Flawed! Abortions." Lucifer yells, angrily "Damn right they're flawed. But a lot of them try. To do better, to forgive. And you should see the Spearmint Rhino! I've been riding the pine a long time. But I'm in the game now, and I'm not on your side, or Michael's. I'm on theirs." Gabriel said.

"Brother, don't make me do this." Lucifer said. "No one makes us do anything." said Gabriel. "I know you think you're doing the right thing, Gabriel. But I know where your heart truly lies." Lucifer said as a second Gabriel comes up behind him. As he lunges forward, Lucifer catches his arm and stabs Gabriel's own blade into his chest.

"Here. Amateur hocus pocus. Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother." Lucifer said before he jerks the blade in Gabriel's chest. In a burst of light, Gabriel dies.

The trio run out of the motel with Kali while Ariel stands at by the Impala. "Who are..." Kali started to ask once she sees Ariel. "A helping hand." Ariel said as she opens the door for them. "I'm not getting in that thing." Kali said, disgusted,  as she stares at the car.

"Just get in the car, princess." Dean yells and she gets in, then Ariel and (y/n) enter after her and Sam gets into the passenger seat. Dean gets in to the driver's seat and the three of them drive off.

"Dear Diary, being a high powered business president is super-fun. But sooo exhausting. Sometimes, I just need to relax. I need Casa Erotica." The porn star's inner monologue said as she writes in her diary as cheesy porno music plays  Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. "Room Service!" A voice calls.

"I feel a bit uncomfortable." Ariel said as her, (y/n) and the boys stand by the Impala and watch the video on Sam's laptop that was propped on the roof of the car. "Come in!" The porno star said and Sam turns to Dean.

"Gabriel wanted you to guard this with your life?" He asked. "Maybe he's a fan. It is a good one." Dean said, shrugging, and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

The door to the hotel room opens and Gabriel appears, wearing a mustache and a service waiter's outfit. "I've got the kielbasa you ordered." He said. "Ooh. Polish?" The woman asked him. "Hungarian." Gabriel said then he throws the dish onto the mantle as he and the woman kiss.

The trio look slightly disturbed while Ariel turns her head away, feeling uncomfortable. Gabriel is passionately kissing the woman, while feeling her up and down, erotically. Both are moaning.

"What the hell's going on?" (Y/n) asked, confused, as Gabriel turns to the camera, removes his mustache and begins to speak, breaking the fourth wall of the film.

"Sam, Dean, (y/n). You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Well, if you're watching this, I'm dead. Oh please! Stop sobbing, it's embarrassing for all of us. Without me, you've got zero shot at killing Lucifer, sorry! But can trap him. The cage you sprung Lucifer from? It's still down there. And maybe, just maybe, you can shove his ass back in. Not that it'll be easy. You gotta get the cage open, trick my bro back into it. And uh, oh yeah, avoid Michael and the God Squad. But hey, details, right? And here's the big secret, Lucifer himself doesn't even know -- the key to the cage? It's out there. Actually it's keys, plural. Four keys, well, four rings. From the Horsemen. You get 'em all, you got the cage. Can't say I'm betting on you boys. But, uh, hey! I've been wrong before. And Dean, you were right. I was afraid to stand up to my brother, not any more." Gabriel explained then he stands up.

"So this is me, standing up." He said. "And this is, me, lying down." He said as he grabs the woman, throwing her and himself to the bed, and begins making love to her. The trio look confused, then disturbed, and finally, Sam shuts his laptop.

"Oh, uh, oh! Oh man!" Sam stammers. "I feel uncomfortable and violated." (Y/n) said while Ariel turned her back to the others. "Horsemen, huh? Well, we got War's. We nicked Famine's. That's two down. Collect all four? All we need is Pestilence and Death." Dean said. "Oh, is that all?" Sam asked, sarcastically.

"It's a plan." Dean said and Sam nods and retrieves his laptop and (y/n) turns to Ariel, who stands there and stares out at the field ahead of her. "Ariel? A-Are you okay?" (Y/n) asked her. "Yeah...yeah...I'm just...." Ariel stops and takes a deep breath.

The trio watch her, with worry and concern, until she turns around with a determined face. "So we just need Death and Pestilence, right?" She asked and the boys nodded. "Ariel, it's okay if you need a minute." Sam said to her, concern, but she shakes her head. "I'll grieve later when this is all done." She said, firmly, then a second later she was gone.

(Y/n) frowns then turns to the boys, who both shrug at her, and they all get into the car and drive away.

That night, the trio stopped at another one of (y/n)'s safe houses, the farmhouse style one, and (y/n) couldn't help but toss and turn in her bed. She didn't know if she just wasn't getting comfortable or couldn't sleep. She sighs, sits up and runs her hands over her face.

Maybe getting something to drink will help. She thought as she stands up, walks out of the room and goes down the stairs to the kitchen. She goes to the fridge and pulls out a beer bottle and shuts the fridge door. "Evening, (y/n)." A voice said, making (y/n) jump.

She turns to her right and sees Ariel. "Ariel! God, you scared the crap outta me!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Ariel said, sincerely. "No, it's fine just....maybe knock or better yet...get you a phone so you can text me." (Y/n) said and Ariel nods.

"Sooo...how you feelin'?" (Y/n) asked her as she takes a seat at the table and gestures for the Archangel to do the same. "Honestly, I don't know." Ariel said as she sits across from her. "I just feel like....I don't know..." Ariel sighs. "Like you just want to scream and shout and punch everything in sight?" (Y/n) asked her and Ariel looks at her and nods. "I feel like that everytime I lose someone I care about." (Y/n) said, sadly.

"It's just....Gabriel made me promise that I will stop Michael and Lucifer...and I want to honor that to him. But...." Ariel stops as she thinks. "But what?" (Y/n) asked her. "I guess, I'm afraid I'm gonna fail him and his sacrifice will mean nothing." Ariel said, upset, and (y/n) frowns then reaches out and places a comforting hand on Ariel's arm. 

"Don't worry, you're not gonna do this alone. You'll have me, Sam and Dean." (Y/n) said and Ariel stares at her and gives a small smile. "I know..." she said, appreciatively. “I didn’t know Gabriel long and most of our time together wasn’t exactly good. But he really came through for us in the end.” (Y/n) said and Ariel smiles, faintly. 

“To Gabriel.” (Y/n) said, raising her beer bottle in the air. She then takes a sip and Ariel's smile grew.

“Is it okay, if I ask about you and Dean? The last time I saw you, things between you two were…as you would say, crappy.” Ariel said and (y/n) scoffs a little. “I just want to know if you’re alright.” Ariel said and (y/n) sighs. "I don't know, honestly. I really want to say yeah, everything's fine, we're good but...it's not." She said. "How so?" Ariel asked, curiously.

"I told him I need some time to think and when I get some me time, I just remember all the good times we had. The talks, the laughs, the teamwork we have, everytime we made love...it always made me smile. Sure, he can be an ass sometimes but he can be charming, sweet and funny." (Y/n) said as she has a small smile but then it fades.

"But then I think about what he did and I sometimes wonder, what if he does it again? What if he does that and this time it is permanent?" (Y/n) asked. Ariel hums in thought. “I'm not a relationship expert…“ she started. “Oh, I remember.” (Y/n) remarked. “But the way Dean looks at you now. It’s clear to even me he’s heartbroken over what’s he has done.” Ariel continues.

(Y/n) nodded, looking down at her beer. “I know, he apologized to me. I know how sorry and heartbroken he is. But I can’t shake how afraid I am of getting hurt like that again. I felt like my whole world got turn upside down and I could barely hang onto it.” She explained, the beer bottle in her hand slightly cracking from her power she was using, unconsciously. 

Ariel notices this but decides not to comment on it. “I know I can never understand what that felt like. All I know is Dean hurt you and I wanted to scatter his atoms into the cosmos.” She said and (y/n) chuckles a little. 

“But now, you look sad and afraid. I hate seeing you like this.” Ariel said. “I’m not much of a fan of it either.” (Y/n) muttered.

“From what I’ve seen of human interactions, yours and Dean’s love is the purest I’ve seen since your parents.” Ariel said and (y/n) looks up at this, surprised. “If it’s as pure and strong as their love, then I think you two will overcome this.” Ariel said to (y/n), giving her a reassuring smile. "Thanks, Ariel." (Y/n) said, appreciatively. "You're welcome." She said and (y/n) sighs then sips her beer.

"Well, thanks for the talk, (y/n). But I need to go. I'm gonna try and find Castiel." She said. "Do you know when you'll find him?" (Y/n) asked. "I'm not sure. When angels get banished, sometimes it could be just a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, other times it could be days before you ever come back to reality. I just hope I didn't lose him too." Ariel said.

"Well, let us know when you find him." (Y/n) said and Ariel nods. "I will. And good luck on getting those rings. If what Gabriel said is true, we can finally put an end to this once and for all." Ariel said and (y/n) smiles just as Ariel disappears.

(Y/n)'s smile fades just a bit and she let's out a heavy sigh. She takes the last gulp of her beer then throws it in a trash can. Still not sleepy. she thought as she goes and grabs another beer bottle and heads to the living room. She sits down on the couch and turns the TV on then flicks through the channel to find something to watch.

But then she heard footsteps from the staircase and looks towards the entrance doorway to see that it was Dean. He stops as he sees her; there was an awkward silence, this was the first time, in awhile, they've actually been alone without either Sam or doing a job.

"Hey..." Dean said, softly.

"Hey." (Y/n) said back. "I didn't wake you, did I?" 

"No, no, I, uh...I couldn't sleep." He said. "Yeah, me either." She said and there was silence again. "Ariel was just here..." (y/n) said. "Oh yeah? How's she doing?" Dean asked as he leans against the doorframe. "She's still upset but she's dealing with it. She said she's gonna try and find Cas, though she doesn't know when she'll find him." (Y/n) said.

Dean nods, slightly, then looks away for a moment. "Well...I'll...I'll leave you to it then." Dean said and (y/n) furrow her brow at this as Dean turns away from her. "Well, hey, if you can't sleep, and I can't sleep, why don't you come sit and watch TV with me?" She asked him and he turns back to her.

"You sure? I-I don't want to overstep any boundaries..." Dean said and (y/n) let's out a small chuckle. "Yes, I'm sure." She said and Dean stands there, fidgeting a bit before he, slowly, walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to her.

"Okay, let's see what late night programs can offer us." (Y/n) said and she starts to flick through the channels. Then finally, she lands on a station that was playing a movie. "Oh, here we go! Back to the Future!" She said as she sets the remote down. "Isn't this the movie where the guy goes back to like the 50's or something?" Dean asked. "Yes, it is. Have you seen it before?" She asked him. 

Dean shakes his head. "Nah, it seemed too much of a nerdy thing to me." He said and (y/n) gasped and gave a fake offended look to him. "It is not nerdy! It's a fantastic movie! One of my personal favorites." She said and Dean laughs. "Really?" He asked her and she nods. "Yeah, actually it's a trilogy. The first movie Marty goes to the past, the second one he goes to the future then the third one, you're gonna love this, he goes to the old west." She explains and Dean raises an eyebrow at this.

"The old west, you say?" He asked and (y/n) nods. "It's settled, we're watching it." She said and she makes sure the TV was at a suitable volume as not to wake Sam up then sets the remote down and they get to watching the movie.

At the point where the DeLorean makes an appearance, Dean scrunches his brow at this. "Ugh, that's one ugly-ass car." Dean said. "Hey, I think it's a cool car." (Y/n) said. "If you think an alien spaceship is cool then yeah." Dean said. "Well, not all cars can be cool and sleek like Baby." (Y/n) said and Dean smirks. "Damn straight." He said and (y/n) giggles which made Dean's hear flutter.

They continue one with the movie, with every now and then making some sort've comment every now and then.

"Wait, does his mom have the hots for him?"

"Yeah..."

"That's gross..."

"She doesn't know he's her son."

"Still gross."

"Geez, his dad's a pansy."

"Well, Biff is a scary dick."

“Eh, one punch, should teach him a lesson."

As the movie kept going, (y/n) noticed that Dean was enjoying the movie and she couldn't help but smile at this. Then the dance scene where Marty was playing in the band since their guitar player injured his hand can't play. The song Earth Angel began to play and (y/n) kinda swayed her head to the music. 

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you for ever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Dean and (y/n) shared a glance but (y/n), quickly, turn her head away from him. She felt her face heat up at this and Dean gave a small smile to this.

Life has gotten so crazy with the angels and the apocalypse, Dean almost forgot how much he enjoyed these little moments. It felt like forever since he and (y/n) just sat down and watch a movie together.

A part of him feels like he can finally breathe again. Either from just relaxing and not having to think about the fate of the world for a second or from the tension between him and (y/n) seeming to ease up, if only a little.

Seeing (y/n) giggling at his comments and looking over at him as a love song plays, a part of him is starting to get a little bit hopeful that she’ll give him another chance.

He knows he probably doesn’t deserve it, but if she does let him back in, he’s not gotta screw it up. He’ll be damned if he loses her again.

The dance continues and the song goes on and Dean looks down next to him and sees (y/n)'s right hand was laying next to her. He looks at it and debated whether to take her hand in his but he wasn't for sure if she would like that. He slowly moves his hand over to hers, inch by inch.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you for all time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

As the song was ending, and George and Lorraine kiss, Dean's fingers touched (y/n)'s hand but, surprisingly, she doesn't move her hand away. So he goes and places his hand over hers. (Y/n), feeling his hand on her hand, turns her head and the two share a look. 

They stare into each other's eyes then Dean looks down at her lips then back into her (e/c) eyes. The tension between them was growing and they slowly lean in towards each other until they hear footsteps.

They jump back and look up to see Sam coming down the stairs. "Oh, hey...you guys couldn't sleep either?" Sam asked them. "Uh, yeah, it's been a rough night." (Y/n) said. Dean nodded, looking at the TV to stop himself from shooting a dirty look at his brother. Sam looks over at the TV as well and smiles at it.

“Oh hey! I love this movie.” He said, coming over and sitting down on the other side of (y/n). “Of course you do.” Dean mumbled under his breath, for only himself to hear. "Yeah, the second one is coming up next." (Y/n) said. "That's cool. I'd have to say that one is my favorite." said Sam and Dean rolls his eyes at this as they continue to watch the movie.

Sometime later, it was in the middle of the second movie when (y/n) started to feel really sleepy. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Eventually, she leans back in the couch and felt her eyes close. 

At the same time, Dean was feeling the same way and begins to fall asleep. Sometime later, Sam looks over next to him and sees Dean and (y/n) had both fallen asleep. (Y/n) had her head on Dean's shoulder, her left arm draped over his waist and Dean had laid his head on top of (y/n)'s.

Sam smiles at this then he turns his head and begins to yawn. He stands up, turns the TV off, grabs a nearby blanket and placed it over the two then heads up the stairs. "Night, guys." He whispers and he heads up the steps and into his room.