#genuinely in confused laughing hysterics

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Hey did... did Batman kill the KGBeast???

So like the KGBeast is some kinda leathered out murder daddy from the Soviet Union and in Batman (1940) #420 Batman is told this:

then has his penultimate fight which ends like THIS:

and then they have THIS EXCHANGE:

And that's the fucking end!!! Do communist cyborgs just not count as people to Bruce??? Was it the triple digit kill count?!?!? Whatever, I don't even know if this is canon lmao, but I am if nothing else gonna obsess over this comic cover:

cause it's fuckin hilarious and I wanna redraw it even weirder and gayer someday

[ujiahae]

height doesn't matter, it never did

Summary ; In which you ask Jihoon about the heightening inserts they put in Idol's shoes

Warnings ; Suggestive joke made at the very end but that's about it

"So how tall do they make you?"

The soft clink of your boyfriend's chopsticks meeting the bowl in front of him rings through the space between your bodies. Jihoon's lashes flutter as he blinks a few times, chewing and forcing down the noodles in his mouth before he bothers to turn his head to face you. He's slumped forward a bit, posture broken and back hunched so he could keep his mouth over the bowl half-full with broth.

"What?" He blinks again, one time to silently convey the confusion that was filling his head.

"The inserts they put in your shoes. How tall do they make you?" You continue, giving a bit of insight this time.

Someone nearby sucks in a breath and when he turns his head, you see that it had come from Soonyoung - his cheeks pudged and full of food. He's silent, eyes boring into the two of you as he waits for the older member's response.

But Jihoon just seems to laugh, a soft scoff escaping his lips. "Inserts." He states, sitting up and setting his pair of chopsticks down on a nearby napkin. "Who told you about those?"

"I have my resources," A smile pulls at your lips. "Plus, it's kind of obvious. You're a few inches shorter than everyone normally, but during concerts you all seem right around the same height. Besides Mingyu, I mean."

"Dude's like a pine tree. He's an evergreen 'cause he's tall all year round." Soonyoung murmurs now that he's swallowed his mouthful of food. "Get it? Cause evergreens keep their needles all year round. And he's tall all year round." His eyes dart between you and Jihoon, then over to Wonwoo who's sitting directly across from you. While you and your boyfriend seem to just stare in pity at his sad attempt of a joke, it seems to elicit a small chuckle out of Wonwoo who pulls a straight face soon after in attempt to hide it.

Soonyoung smiles regardless, finding it funny himself that he'd made Wonwoo laugh simply because of how bad his joke was.

Jihoon turns his head back to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "A few inches more than normal, I guess? The inserts aren't that big - and the boots they make us wear have platforms."

Seeming satisfied with the answer, your question coming from genuine curiosity, you resume eating - as does your boyfriend beside you.

Wonwoo hums out after a moment of silence, tipping his head to glance up at Jihoon. "You'd still need a few inches to reach the rest of us, you know. We all wear platforms on stage."

And Jihoon sighs. He lowers the bowl of broth from his mouth and sets it on the table, swallowing as his eyes meet Wonwoo's across the table. "I don't need to be any taller on stage - we all even out." He hums, "And I make up for the missing inches of height in other ways."

You choke at his side, turning your head away and covering your mouth with a hand as Soonyoung bursts into laughter nearby. He ends up having to cover his own mouth as a piece of meat falls out, embarrassed but still hysterical after Jihoon's suggestive comment.

[poppy-metal]

i need to be the nerd that frat boy art decides to fuck, because he’s bored, and he’s horny, and he thinks it would be easy. you don’t really talk to guys, he’s thinking it would be pretty simple to get into your pants. a little of the old donaldson charm would set him up nicely with you. need him to approach you while you’re studying in the library, ask what your major is, smile lopsided and charming like he knows girls like. but it isn’t easy. you look at him like he’s dirt, only removing one side of your headphones and saying “what do you think want?” pushing your glasses up your nose and turning back to your work. he’s hurt. he’s dumbfounded. he turns around, ego bruised, tail between legs, and glumly walks back to where patrick waits for him, laughing hysterically because art just got rejected by little miss no name. he was never living this down. he didn’t see the violent blush that was spread across your face or that fact that your hands were shaking as you picked up your pen. your look of disgust was because the sun was in your eyes, and your attitude came from the fact you couldn’t hear him over the blaring music. oh god. oh fuck. art had tried talking to you. art. fucking art. you had had the biggest crush on his since the start of the year, he’s so fine and tall and fit and you’ve gushed to your friends about how bad you need it. and now you’d dashed your chance altogether. god. you were so bad at boys. you were going to die alone. but what you don’t know is patrick is hyping art up, talking about “you just have to try harder. nerdy girls are it man, i swear. low body counts, massive freaks.”

“yeah, whatever man.”

“naw dude think about it. can’t you just see her begging for it.”

“alright, alright.”

art does go home that night, and he does think about drenching your face in spit after fucking your throat, and you smiling at him as he cums all over your glasses. maybe he will try again. maybe.

FRATBOY!POPULAR ART X NERDY READER AURRRRRRREEEEEE

please and reader being into him she's just terrible at socializing and it often comes across as her being rude when she's just awkward <333 thinking of him trying to flirt with her again and she's just so quiet and he's kinda like :/ "look, I'm sorry for bothering you. I just think you're really fucking pretty -"

and you're so confused - flushed and wide eyed. "you're not bothering me!" you feel so bad. "im sorry I'm just - you make me nervous."

it changes everything once he realizes you like him back, you're just on the shyer side. he thinks it's cute. you remind him of him, almost, before stanford. he's so used to women being all over him - he's hardly has to chase anyone. but he thinks going after something you want makes it more meaningful.

it's not that he's timid - but he's never been typically aggressive like his other frat brothers when it comes to pursuing a girl. he's always kind and polite and more laid back - but he takes a more forward position now, with you, finds himself liking it alot. the way you swallow and can't meet his eyes when he slides closer to you.

"oh yeah? good nervous, I hope."

you nod, looking down at your hands on your lap. "it's a good nervous." you mumble. you're horrible at flirting. atrocious. you don't want to scare him away so you try to think of something else to say. "I think you're - I mean. I think you're pretty, too. or handsome. both. you're both."

art laughs and it's loud and genuine. it makes your tummy flutter.

"thank you." he tells you. "you're definitely prettier, though." his arm is behind you, resting. his knee bumps against yours. "you're beautiful, actually."

you press your fingers to your lips to hide your smile. your cheeks feel warm. on fire. he smells good, like something minty and intoxicating and you want to lean into him, think he'd probably like that, but you're too nervous to move.

"stop." you say softly, in a way that definitely doesn't mean to actually stop.

so he doesn't.

"no really." he comes closer - his arm brushes the back of your neck. you peek up at him, god, hes so attractive. blue eyes and golden halo of curls. he's not wearing his snapback today. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. was ready to cry myself to sleep when I thought you hated me."

you shake your head. "could never hate you."

"well, that's good." he smiles. "considering I want to take you out."

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part five)

(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)

No nightmares make their way into Eddie’s mind that night, no bad memories stir in his subconscious. That night, instead, he dreams of Steve:

Steve sat in the back of Eddie’s van, lounging against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him, perpendicular to Eddie who sat against the back of the seats, legs also kicked out and propped up on top of Steve’s as they passed a joint back and forth, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. The windows and doors were closed to keep the night’s cool summer breeze out and the smoke in, the air in the van pleasantly warm and thick and hazy; their minds so too. 

Steve took a hit of the joint and attempted to blow smoke rings when he exhaled, making funny shapes with his lips and failing so spectacularly it made Eddie burst into a fit of raucous laughter. He threw his head back with it, hysterical and giggly in his high. Steve shoved at Eddie’s legs in mock offense at being laughed at, but it lacked heat, and he’d already caught the giggles from him too. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know,” Steve said, dopey smile on his face as he watched Eddie laugh. 

Eddie snorted. “And you’re really high.” He plucked the joint out of Steve’s hands, not giving the compliment much weight at all. People just say things sometimes when they’re too high, and he knew Steve’s tolerance for any sort of substance had gone way down since he’d gotten caught in that mall fire a couple weeks ago. Something to do with trauma or whatever. 

“Yeah, I’m gone,” Steve agreed, blowing a raspberry at him. “But I meant it, though,” he said. His dazed eyes drifted lazily over Eddie’s face. “I think it all the time sober too, every time you laugh or smile or the light hits you just right. You have pretty lips and pretty eyes and pretty hair.” 

“Yeah, it’s the long hair, man.” Eddie laughed, genuine but dismissive, taking a hit of the joint and saying on the exhale, “Got the wires all crossed in that lovely little head of yours. Your high brain’s just got me confused for a girl or something.” 

“No.” Steve frowned at him, bottom lip jutted out in a pretty pout as he shook his head. “I’m not confused. I don’t think you’re a girl. I think you’re a gorgeous, gorgeous boy.” 

“Hm.” Eddie took another hit, felt the weed float through his veins, cloud his mind even further. “In that case…” The smoke escaped past lips stretched into an unsuppressable grin. “You wanna know a secret?”

Steve angled his body towards him and leaned forward in interest. “Uh huh.” 

Eddie snuffed out the joint, pushed away from the back of the seats, and pulled his legs off of Steve, sitting back on his heels instead as he shifted to face Steve better and move closer. Inches apart now, Eddie brought a hand up to Steve’s cheek and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “I think you’re a gorgeous, gorgeous boy too.”

Steve giggled, smile wide and cheeks pink. He hooked an arm around Eddie’s waist and swept him onto his lap, making Eddie giggle too as he was pulled in close. Their foreheads rested against each other. Steve’s heavy-lidded eyes settled on Eddie’s lips, and Eddie thought he got the hint. He leaned in, and for a second Steve leaned in too, only for him to duck away at the very last second, the would-be kiss amounting only to the barest brush of their lips. A small whine, confused and wanting, escaped involuntarily from the back of Eddie’s throat. 

“Waitwaitwait-” Steve said, one hand pressed lightly against Eddie’s chest to hold him back. “We should be sober first.” 

Eddie huffed, but agreed, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” His hand still cupped Steve’s face though, thumb running over his cheekbone as he asked, “Will you even still want to kiss me when you’re not high?” 

“Of course I will.” Steve leaned into his touch. “Will you?” 

“Of course I will. Have you seen you?” Eddie said with a light laugh. “How could I not?” 

Steve grinned, bumped his forehead against Eddie’s again. “I’m gonna kiss you breathless when we’re sober, I promise.” 

“You better.” Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek instead, for now. “I’m holding you to that, pretty boy.” 

He was rewarded with another giggle and both of Steve’s arms wrapping around him now to pull him closer to his chest. Eddie slipped an arm around Steve’s waist too and settled against him, curled up so that he could rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. His other hand dropped from Steve’s face and drifted instead to land on the bicep of the strong arms that cradled him. 

The giggly elation of their high was beginning to give way to a stoned sleepiness, the weed-soaked air draped around them like a blanket. They probably could’ve fallen asleep like that - it wouldn’t have been the first time they’d passed out back there after a smoke sesh - but the air would soon grow stale, not to mention every breath inside the hotboxed van only maintained their intoxication and Eddie kind of really wanted to be sober as soon as possible. 

“It’s getting late,” he mumbled, reluctantly pushing himself away from Steve. “We should head inside.”

“Yeah, alright.” Steve, equally reluctantly, let go of Eddie and let him leave his lap. 

They separated to climb out of the van and make their way to the trailer and back to Eddie’s room to get ready for bed, but they gravitated towards each other again, drawn together like magnets once they laid side by side under Eddie’s sheets. It was almost unconscious, really, the way they both reached out and pulled each other close. 

By the time morning came, they were completely intertwined: both of them had both arms wrapped tight around the other, their legs entangled, Steve’s head tucked beneath Eddie’s chin and face buried in his chest. Eddie idly ran his fingers through Steve’s hair; Steve stirred at the touch and muttered a muffled, “‘Morning,” which Eddie softly echoed. 

Steve pulled his head back from Eddie’s chest then and shifted himself up so that they were face to face - or, more accurately, nose to nose. “Oh.” He smiled a little. “Hi.” And Eddie echoed that too, with a matching small smile. 

“About last-” Steve started to say, at the same time Eddie began to ask, “Did you-?” They both broke off into a light chuckle. Steve shook his head and said, “Sorry, you go.” 

“Did you mean what you said last night?” Eddie asked, voice quiet and careful and hopeful. 

“Every word,” Steve replied, his gaze soft as his eyes met Eddie’s. “Did you?” 

“Every word,” Eddie confirmed. A slow grin spread across his face, and he slid his hand from Steve’s hair to trace his fingers along Steve’s jaw. “You have a promise to keep now, big boy.” 

“That I do,” Steve agreed with a smirk of his own, pulling Eddie closer.

Their lips met, properly this time. Steve kissed him gentle and sweet and slow, and Eddie all but melted into it, a syrupy warmth flooding his veins. He kissed back, matched the pace. Steve flipped them over, pressing Eddie’s back into the mattress as he deepened the kiss and settled his weight on top of him with a languid, full body roll. Eddie moaned softly beneath him, his lips parting to accept the caress of Steve’s tongue which licked into his mouth in easy, tender strokes. His hands curled in Steve’s hair again and in the fabric of his shirt, back arched in an attempt to press himself even closer as Steve continued to kiss him like he was drinking Eddie in, like Eddie was something precious and Steve was determined to savor every taste. It was dizzying, hypnotizing, thoroughly fucking intoxicating. 

When Steve finally pulled away, Eddie was pretty sure he’d forgotten how to breathe, how to speak. He stared up at him, dazed, eyes wide and mouth still open soundlessly. 

“Told you,” Steve said, a smugness in his smile, “breathless.” 

“Man of your word.” Eddie found his voice again, remembered how to pull air back into his lungs. “An attractive quality,” he murmured before tugging Steve down into another kiss. 

This one got a little more heated. It was Eddie who took control this time, and he kissed Steve with fervor. He switched their positions, rolling over so that Steve was the one lying beneath him now, Eddie’s body grinding down as he landed on top of Steve. It was not soft and neither was the sound Steve let out in response: a guttural groan that rumbled against Eddie’s lips. Eddie swallowed that sound, bit down on it, devoured it; craved more of it. He left Steve’s mouth to kiss down his neck, scraping his teeth against those stupidly biteable moles and sucking a bruise onto the skin. Steve’s breath stuttered; as Eddie paired the lovebite with another harsh grind, Steve’s hips bucked up to meet him, pulling another deep groan from them both. 

“Eddie,” Steve gasped out then. “Eddie, we should slow down.” 

Eddie immediately clambered off of him. “Right, yeah. Too much. Sorry.” He put some distance between them, sitting more towards the edge of the bed and looking away awkwardly.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Steve said as he sat up and shifted closer, placing a hand over Eddie’s. “I just- I don’t want this to be just that.” His other hand reached up to turn Eddie’s face back towards him. “I want something real with you. I want to do things right.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I wouldn’t just-” Eddie shook his head and smiled softly instead, taking Steve’s hand from his face and holding it. “I want something real with you too.” 

Steve sighed, smiled with visible relief. He squeezed Eddie’s hands. “Okay, good.” 

Eddie’s stomach grumbled audibly then, and he said with a grin, “So, how about you take me out to breakfast, sweetheart, and we can go from there?”

Steve laughed. “Sounds good to me,” he said, leaning in to give Eddie one more lingering kiss first. 

Eddie wakes up wanting, a deep ache in his heart like there’s something missing now that he’s awake. Steve is still holding his hand, and Eddie looks over to see the guy passed out in the bedside chair, head lolled to one side, mouth open, a line of drool crusted down his chin. It’s disgusting. It’s fucking adorable. The ache in his heart twinges.

“Goddamnit,” Eddie groans to himself. He knows what this is. He’s got a fucking crush. On Steve fucking Harrington. Of all people. Of course he does. 

For all his anti-jock rhetoric, even for all his protests yesterday about not being obsessed, Eddie always did have a sort of fascination with Steve Harrington in high school. More of a passing fancy, really. He thought Steve was attractive, sure, but in the way a celebrity is attractive - unobtainable and unreal - so it was always more like Steve was just his favorite reality TV show rather than an actual crush. But now Steve is real, and worst of all, he’s kind. King Steve Intangible Hot Asshole Jock Harrington is now Sweet Lovely Gorgeous Goofy Perfect Steve who holds Eddie’s hand when he’s scared and tells stupid jokes to make him laugh and always seems to know exactly what he needs, so of course Eddie never stood a single goddamn chance. Of course Eddie only had to spend one fucking day with this man for his old teenage fascination to trip and start falling for him, for Eddie to start having stupid, sappy dreams about him. 

Because Eddie’s sure that’s all it was. No way was that dream a memory; his brain was just taking bits and pieces of what Steve had said yesterday and filling in the blanks with fantasy. Dumb, sweet, soft, romantic fantasy. Complete with fucking yearning and shit. 

Eddie groans again. Why couldn’t it have just been a sex dream? He knows how to handle sex dreams. Sex dreams don’t come with actual feelings. 

Steve begins to rouse then, probably stirred awake by all Eddie’s grumbling. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Eddie says as Steve lifts his head and wipes the crusted drool from his mouth. 

“Eddie?” Steve rubs his eyes with one hand, then blinks and squeezes Eddie’s hand with his other as his face breaks into a smile. “Hey, you slept through the night!”

Eddie snorts. “You don’t have to make it sound like I’m your infant child reaching a milestone.” He puts on a slight character voice, pitching up his inflection, “‘Baby Eddie slept through the night for the very first time! Mommy Steve was finally able to get some rest!’” 

“Ew.” Steve wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, even as he scoffs out a laugh. “Do not call me mommy.” 

“Oh, sorry, would you prefer daddy?” Eddie asks with a smirk and raised eyebrows. Because he’s stupid and has no fucking filter. 

“Uh-” That startles a nervous chuckle out of Steve, pretty pink blush blooming in his cheeks. Then he closes his eyes for a moment, shakes his head again, and takes a breath to regain his composure. “Yeah, no, that’s not my thing either.” 

“Noted,” Eddie says, and then physically bites his own tongue to stop himself from asking something even more stupid like so what is your thing then? 

“Anyways-” Steve seems a little desperate to change the subject. “No nightmares last night?” 

“Nah.” Eddie taps his fingers against Steve’s hand. “You’ve got some sort of magic touch, man. I never have nightmares when I fall asleep with your hands on me.” 

Steve smiles at that, a small thing. “Told you I’d fight them off.” 

“Man of your word,” Eddie mutters. His heart gives a little lurch as he echoes his dream, a reaction which is consequently made clear and apparent for anyone to see by the immediate uptick of beeping from his heart monitor. So that’s going to be a problem. 

“Yeah-” Steve glances at the monitor, then back at Eddie, a concerned pinch between his brows (Eddie wants to reach up and smooth it away; his heart only beats faster). “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Eddie glares accusingly at the heart monitor, like it’s betrayed him on purpose. “I don’t know why it’s doing that.” 

Steve doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? I can go get someone to check on you-” He starts to stand like he means to leave, but Eddie tightens his grip on his hand so he can’t get too far. 

“I said I’m fine, Steve,” Eddie insists, a little sharper than he meant to. He takes a breath, smooths the edge off his voice. “A slightly increased heart rate is not gonna kill me, alright? You don’t have to worry about me so much.” 

“I always worry about you,” Steve mutters. Though he does settle back into his chair, he keeps eyeing the heart monitor and worriedly chewing on his lip - as if that’s going to help Eddie’s racing heart situation. 

“Okay, you gotta stop doing that, man.” 

“What?” 

“Acting all nervous like I’m about to drop dead,” Eddie says. “You’re stressing me out. No wonder my heart’s beating faster.” 

“Right, sorry.” Steve looks away from the monitor and releases his lip from between his teeth, bitten red and plump now. Jesus. 

Eddie breathes in slowly. He can be calm, he can be cool. He takes another few breaths until his heart rate finally starts to chill the fuck out and the monitor stops beeping so incessantly. “See, I’m totally fine.” 

“Yeah.” Steve relaxes visibly. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, gives an apologetic smile. “Of course you are. Sorry I stressed you out.” 

“That’s alright.” Eddie smiles back with a shrug, brushing it off. “Means you care, Stevie. I appreciate it.”

Steve’s expression turns warm then, and about 95% of Eddie’s higher brain functioning is now completely focused on trying to keep his heartbeat steady under the glow of Steve’s smile and the warmth of his hand. He doesn’t even hear whatever it is Steve says in response, just lets the timbre of his voice wash over him. It sounds like something soft, something kind, but not something that requires a reply, so Eddie stays quiet and continues to count each beat of his heart in the easy silence that settles over them. 

~ 

Steve can’t decide if he wants to stay right here forever, holding Eddie’s hand and making sure he’s alright, or if he still wants to run so far from the ache it leaves in his chest. 

Hanging out with Eddie yesterday had been overwhelmingly bittersweet. It felt so good to laugh with him again, to talk with him the way they used to, to see his face all lit up and happy. It felt so good to know that Eddie wanted him there, that he enjoyed spending time with him. There were moments that set Steve’s heart aglow, moments so effortless, so simple, so them, that he could forget, just for a second, all that was still missing between them. But each good feeling came with a stinging aftertaste of grief as Steve would remember and he felt the difference in the depth of their affection like a great gaping chasm, vast and black and bleak. 

His emotions are frayed, all stretched and pulled in so many different directions at the same time. He wants and he worries and he aches and he loves; desire and despair.

Time makes his decision for him, though, as he catches sight of the clock on the wall and suddenly remembers, “Shit- I have to go, sorry. I promised Robin I’d finally come back to work today so she’d stop having to be stuck on shifts with Keith,” Steve says, starting to stand. 

“Oh.” Eddie blinks like he’s been startled out of a trance. A brief disappointment flashes across his face. “Okay.” 

“I’ll be back tonight, though,” Steve promises with a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “Soon as I can.” 

The corners of Eddie’s mouth tug up into a small smile then. “Yeah, I know you will.” He lifts Steve’s hand to press a kiss to the back of it before letting go. “You’re my good luck charm.”

It’s such a small, innocent thing, but it wrenches Steve’s heart. The feeling of Eddie’s lips lingers on his skin like it’s haunting him, taunting him; the barest trace of something that once was, a ghost of what he’s lost. It’s almost cruel. Steve hates it, and he aches for it. 

He’s quick to leave the room before Eddie can see the tears in his eyes. Steve knows Eddie doesn’t like to see him sad.

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[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

Next: ->

[cloudcountry]

I need Jamil with a male crush who is kinda impossible to embarrass with teasing.

Like if Jamil teases him, he'll respond by:

A. Bluntly responding in a literal manner (ex: "Aw, it's almost as if you love me" "of course, to me you're the most sublime creature in Twisted Wonderland")

B. A witty/teasing reply

C. He'll go very pink but he won't hide it and has the biggest smile on his face

Basically, the reader makes no effort to hide how much he absolutely adores Jamil. How does Jamil go about flirting and asking him out properly?

SUMMARY: male!reader takes great pleasure in watching jamil squirm (lovingly <3)

COMMENTS: so many jamil requests woooow hes so popular!! isnt his birthday coming up. am i crazy.

Jamil doesn’t understand how one boy can send him into hysterics. Well, not exactly hysterics, as he seems put together to everyone else. Rest assured, on the inside, you have him confused and calculating his next move.

He doesn’t know what your next course of action will be or if you have an ulterior motive or not. You’re clearly not trying to reach Kalim, he notices how quickly you ditch Kalim for him every time you see him around.

He ignores how satisfied that makes him. He is not reveling in your attention even a little bit. Maybe it would be reassuring if you had some angle that you were working, but he’s sure you don’t because you’re just not that kind of guy. He’d be able to tell if you were someone like him.

He still remembers the first time you pulled something on him, smiling so kindly and giving him praise after he’d made a meal for Scarabia. You’d offered to help too, but he’d shut you down immediately out of instinct.

Throughout the night you kept finding ways to talk to him, playing various board games with him and cracking jokes to make him laugh. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not for you, but then you said he looked so nice when he smiled.

It was unexpected. Such a simple compliment and such a lovestruck gaze were all it took to have him freezing in place, unsure of how to proceed. He finally manages to get out that your smile is lovely too (a compliment for a compliment.)

You don’t take the compliment and leave it alone, no. You start raving about how pretty his hair is, and how his eyes are the most gorgeous color, and how it’s lovely how he’s so competent and wow he’s so smart...

“Careful,” Jamil warns, “If you keep flattering people like that they’ll start to think you’re after something.”

“I’m only after one thing.” you lean closer, a stupid grin on your face and for a second Jamil takes you seriously, “Your heart.”

Ever since that day, it’s been like a competition between the two of you. Jamil makes a smug remark and you hit back twice as hard. Sometimes you’ll laugh to yourself and he can tell you’re flustered from your body language alone.

His flirting can come off as a bit awkward or even frustrated if you can read him well enough, but that’s only because he’s trying to get a leg up on you and you’re not giving him anything to stand on.

Like, come on. Do you have to be such a genuine, good-hearted guy that you just say what you mean? There’s no game for Jamil to even play?

Eventually it all comes to a head one day when Jamil pulls you aside, more exasperated than he’s ever been. He isn’t aiming to confess, but the way he talks about all of your interactions and how frustrated he is about not being able to pin down your character makes it obvious.

So obvious, of course, that you start smiling and giving him that lovestruck look again! He’ll get even more agitated, demanding that you spit out whatever you’re trying to do and just get this over with because he is at his wit’s end—

“I just love you.” you say. And that’s all you say.

Ultimately, I don’t think Jamil would confess first. I think he’d be way too far into his own head because of your way of approaching him to even think of it. Jamil is playing mind games and you’re just openly adoring him!

TAGLIST -> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

[girlgenius1111]

pay for your crimes

part 4! Ona and R get Alexia and Mapi back for trying to play Cupid. Or they try to.

no warnings!

You and Ona spent the morning... busy. You spent the afternoon busy too, but in a different, less sexy way: figuring out how to trick two of the most observant people on the team was a challenge. The two of you decided that Ona would call Alexia and tell her that you didn't reciprocate her feelings. You would continue your radio silence to Mapi, as if nothing had happened. At practice tomorrow, you and Ona wouldn't speak to each other, and you figured Mapi would corner you and try to get you to talk, if she didn't call you immedietly after hearing from Alexia. You'd tell her nothing happened, and even though she'd presumably know the truth from Alexia, she wouldn't be able to admit it.

The biggest problem here was Ona; she was a horrible liar. Growing up, she didn't hide much from her parents, so she didn't get practice then like most teenagers do. You really didn't know how her call to Alexia was going to go.

Predictably, Alexia answered on the first ring, her voice ringing out into the room over the speaker, clearly expecting to be told how good she was at matchmaking.

"Hola Capi" Ona let her voice quiver slightly. You turned away from her, worried eye contact would cause both of you to break into giggles.

"Ona! How did it go?" Alexia's words were said with so much excitement, you almost felt bad. Almost.

"Not great."

"What?" The confusion in Alexia's tone had you biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"We talked. You were wrong, Ale. She doesn't have feelings for me. And I didn't tell her I had any for her. I think it's better we just keep some space until we can be friends again." Ona's voice was filled with emotion, and you knew it was the stress of lying, but it sounded like she was genuinely upset.

"No, Ona that can't be right. I'm... i'm sure she has feelings for you."

"What because of the way she looks at me? I don't think that is more convincing than her telling me to my face that she doesn't have feelings for me."

"No, Ona it's not just that. Its..." Alexia was clearly struggling to not admit that she had firsthand testimony that you had admitted to being in love with Ona. "It's more than that. You just have to trust me, go talk to her again," she practically begged.

"Ale, I already trusted you. It didn't work out that well. She doesn't feel the same way, it's time to move on."

"Ona if you just-" Alexia sounded almost frantic at this point.

"No, Capi. I just need some time okay? I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, Ona hung up, just in time for both of you to collapse into laughter. She'd impressed you, keeping it together well. It turns out that the shakiness in her voice from being dishonest seemed similar to how she sounds when she's emotional.

The two of you had just stopped laughing, and regained your breath, when your phone rang. Seeing Mapi's caller ID flash on your phone literally only minutes after hanging up with Alexia was enough to push you both into another fit of hysterical laughter. You had to let the phone ring out before you could pull yourself together, wiping a few stray tears from your eyes.

"Alright, keep it together, I'm gonna call Mapi back. And Ona, don't you dare look at me or I'll lose it again." Ona took a deep breath, wiping the smile off her face, and turned around so her back was facing you on the couch. You took a deep breath too, before pressing the call button. Mapi answered before the first ring had even finished.

"Hey Mapi. What's up?" You made sure to sound a little dejected, but as though you were trying to hide it.

"Y/n! Um..." Mapi trailed off; it seemed she hadn't really thought calling you through all the way, and she didn't know what to say. Digging your nails into your palms to stop yourself from laughing again, you waited for her to decide what to say.

After a minute she finally spoke. "Patri told me you left the bar with Ona last night. What happened?" She tried to sound casual, but you could hear the serious tone in her voice. Ona turned to look at you, mouthing the words, Sure, Patri told you, before you pushed her shoulder to turn her back around.

"Oh yeah. I was just kind of drunk and freaked out over those weird guys. She just took me home. Nothing happened." You, as opposed to Ona, were a great liar. You knew how to lie, and how to layer a lie; allowing someone to see through what you wanted them to, but not alerting them to what was really going on. You let your voice shake slightly, trying to sound as though you were putting on a brave face.

You were met with silence from the other end of the phone. You don't think you'd ever lied to Mapi before, and she clearly didn't know what to do with it. She would know from Alexia that you and Ona slept together, and had a conversation, but she had no way of telling you that. She was stuck.

"Are you sure, nena? If something happened, you can tell me." Her voice sounded so genuine, so reassuring, that you had to really fight to keep yourself from telling her the truth.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Nothing happened." You cleared your throat, hoping to make it seem like you were fighting back tears. "I'm hungover though, and I don't really feel that good, so I'll see you tomorrow."

You hung the phone up before she could respond, groaning as you sat back heavily on the couch. Ona turned around, pulling your body to lay your head in her lap. She smiled down at you, and you grinned back up at her, admiring the freckles that adorned her face. You were beginning to think they were one of your favorite of her features. She absentmindedly ran her hands through your hair, and you melted a little at the sweet gesture.

"Should I be worried at how good of a liar you are?" She made it sound like she was joking, but you could sense a hint of insecurity in her voice. Instead of responding right away, you pulled her head down, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. When you broke apart, she was gasping for air, her eyes looking slightly dazed.

"As long as I keep kissing you like that, you don't have anything to worry about. I'll never lie to you, Oni. Promise." She returned your smile, before it fell from her face. Concerned, you asked her what was wrong.

"I'm gonna have to lie to Alexia tomorrow. In person. All day." She looked genuinely terrified at the prospect.

You laughed, "You're just gonna have to try your best to seem like an emotional mess and not a lying one." She sighed, clearly thinking deeply about how she was going to approach the next day.

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Ona returned to her apartment that night, and you decided you would arrive early to practice, to see if anyone asked you any questions, and Ona would arrive late, to avoid being asked questions right away.

You walked down the hall towards the locker room, thinking you would be the first person there. You stopped when you heard voices, leaning against the wall to shamelessly eavesdrop.

"-don't understand, why would she lie to me? She's never lied to me before, this is not normal." You felt a pang of guilt at the sound of Mapi's voice. She sounded really concerned, and kind of hurt. You reminded yourself that her and Alexia needed to be taught a lesson about their matchmaking, as they were getting too confident in their skills.

"I don't understand why they won't just admit whats going on to each other. I mean y/n straight up told Ona she didn't have feelings for her. They are making this so complicated, and now we have to get even more involved," Alexia sounded frustrated.

"I hate to point this out," Ingrid broke in, although she didn't sound that regretful, "but if you guys hadn't meddled in their relationship, they might have been able to take their time and figure things out themselves."

You didn't have to see Mapi and Alexia's faces to know they were both glaring at Ingrid.

"Helpful, Ingrid. Thank you. Ale's right though, we have to fix it, maybe we can-"

You walked in then, airpods in, pretending you hadn't been eavesdropping. You made sure to keep your gaze down, and your face neutral as you headed to your locker and set your stuff down. You could feel the three girls staring at you, and you pulled your airpods out before looking over at them.

"Hi?" You acted confused, catching them staring at you.

"Hola, y/n. How are you?" It was Alexia who responded, her eyes looking over you searchingly.

"Fine. How are you?" you turned back to your stuff, still listening, but began to pull your training kit out of your bag.

"I'm... fine." Alexia responded slowly, and you hummed in response, pretending to be distracted. The rest of the team started to trickle into the locker room, and you let yourself fall into conversation with Pina and Patri, who, unlike some other people, would never have mentioned to anyone that she saw you and Ona making out against the wall.

You watched Ona walk in out of the corner of your eye, and she sent you a small smile, back turned to Ingrid, Mapi, and Alexia, who were still huddled together in front of Mapi's locker, looking as though they were trying to construct a solution to end world hunger. They weren't paying attention to you, so you sent Ona a small smile back, before turning back to your conversation.

You didn't notice Ingrid clock the looks you and Ona exchanged, or the way her eyes followed the two of you the rest of practice. You and Ona made a game of it, seeing who could make the fake tension between the two of you the most obvious.

You thought you had won when you pretended to hear someone calling your name on the other side of the field when Ona neared the water cooler you were standing by. However, Ona took the cake when she took you out with a particularly nasty tackle that left you sprawled out on the grass, not bothering to apologize, going so far as to step over you before you could get up. The whole team exchanged looks at that one, and even though your body ached from the impact, you really weren't mad; Ona was competitive, you knew this.

Mapi helped you up, shooting a glare at Ona, and you had to hide your smirk in your shirt, wiping off your face with it. You still hadn't noticed Ingrid watching the two of you carefully, whereas Mapi and Alexia were individually focused on each of you.

When practice ended, you headed into the locker room, leaving a couple players out on the pitch to work on penalties, including Mapi and Alexia. As you neared the door to the locker room, you felt a sharp pain on your ear and yelped, feeling yourself be dragged down the hall. You heard a similar yelp coming from the other side of you, but at the risk of losing your ear, you didn't turn around to look for the source. Instead, you let yourself be pulled into the medical supplies closet, turning to face Ingrid, who let go of your and Ona's ears once the door shut behind her.

She looked at the two of you, raising an eyebrow, before she reached out a hand and pulled the neck of Ona's training top down slightly, revealing the many, many hickeys littered across her upper chest. It's possible you had gotten carried away yesterday morning, and Ona had to be careful about which top she wore, as the marks were barely covered by her shirt. Ingrid must have spotted one peaking out. You both blushed, and Ingrid sighed.

"You know that you're driving both of them crazy right? They think they've ruined your relationship, and both of you are going to die alone unless they do something to fix it." You fought back a laugh, and could tell Ona was doing the same.

"This is what they get for trying to play cupid. It could have ended like this, and they need to be taught a lesson. Who knows who their next victim could be," you joked, looking for a laugh from Ingrid, but only finding a serious face. "Oh come on, Ingrid, I heard you telling them the same thing this morning in the locker room." Ingrid opened her mouth to respond, but Ona interrupted her.

"Wait, how did you know?" she questioned, and Ingrid rolled her eyes.

"It's painfully obvious to everyone except those two! The little looks, little smirks at each other when you think no on is watching. That absurd tackle. The only people who don't know are Alexia and Mapi, because they're too upset to notice." Ingrid was shamelessly scolding you both, and you started to feel guilty. She turned her attention to you before speaking again. "You know Mapi cried yesterday when she got off the phone with you? She knew you were lying to her and she couldn't understand what she did to make you not trust her."

It made sense why Ingrid was so upset. She was fiercely protective of Mapi, and even though you knew she agreed with you, making her girlfriend cry was clearly a step too far.

You sighed, "We weren't trying to upset them, it was just supposed to be a little joke." Ona murmured her agreement with your statement.

"Well you did upset them. They both really care about the two of you, and thought they had really messed up. So now you're gonna go march into that room and tell them the truth, before you make my girlfriend cry again. Got it?" Her hands were on her hips, and she was glaring at both of you as you hung your heads in shame, and agreed. Ingrid had a reputation for being a big softie, but she could really turn on the stern when she wanted to.

She led you out of the closet, bringing you to an empty conference room, leaving with a warning to stay put. You and Ona looked at each other, exchanging wide eyed glances, not finding the situation so funny anymore.

"Damn, I really didn't expect them to be that upset," you stated.

"You know, I always assumed Mapi was in charge in that relationship, but clearly I've underestimated Ingrid" Ona mused, shutting her mouth tightly as the door opened again.

Ingrid walked in, with an incredibly confused Alexia and Mapi trailing in after her. You met Mapi's eyes, and she looked so worried that the guilt you felt tripled. Ingrid gestured for everyone to take seats at the table, looking like the least professional business meeting anyone had ever had.

"Tell them what you two did," Ingrid said, when it became clear neither you nor Ona were going to start the conversation. Mapi and Alexia turned to the two of you, confused.

"Well. We did talk yesterday. And we realized that the two of you were both telling each other things, and trying to get us together, and we were kind of annoyed, so we decided to tell you guys that we weren't together. But, we are. We figured it out," you started.

Ona continued, "and we didn't mean to make you guys upset, we thought it would just be funny."

Alexia and Mapi looked back and forth between the two of you for a minute, before saying at the same time, "so you ARE together?"

You and Ona nodded, and the two girls opposite you let out huge sighs of relief. Mapi ran her hands over her face, and you hadn't realized how tense she had looked until you watched it leave her body. Alexia looked like she was fighting back tears, which was incredibly alarming; you'd seen Alexia cry maybe 3 times. You and Ona started spouting out more apologies, but Mapi held up a hand, and you both grew quiet.

"We were upset because we though we'd pushed too hard and ruined your relationship. Can you imagine how guilty we felt? Lying to us was really mean. That being said, we shouldn't have started conspiring together in the first place, and for that, I'm sorry." Mapi was so rarely serious, it was really a sight to behold.

"What happened to the little Ona I knew that used to cry every time she lied?" Alexia was glaring at Ona, and you laughed quietly.

"She used it to her advantage. She had to sound upset to be convincing," you responded, and Ona slapped your arm, shooting you a glare.

"Alright, we've all apologized, everyone knows the truth, are we free to go now," Ona asked, directing her question towards Ingrid.

Ingrid looked between the two of you for a moment, before sighing, and standing up, heading towards the door.

"Fine. But you should probably make sure to cover up those hickeys all over your chest before you change in front of everyone tomorrow Oni." She smirked back at you, heading back into the locker room, as Alexia and Mapi looked at the two of you in horror. Ona made to bolt out of the room, and Alexia chased after her, demanding to see what ungodly things Ona had allowed you to do to her.

Mapi still looked grossed out at the thought, but you crossed the room, wrapping yourself around her in a hug.

"I'm sorry I lied. I never meant to make you feel like I didn't trust you," you mumbled into her shirt. She wrapped her arms around you, squeezing tight.

"All forgiven, nena. I can't stay mad at you. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." You pulled back, smiling at her. You heard a shriek come from the locker room, followed by Alexia's voice.

"My god! One wasn't enough, y/n, you needed to leave 15?" You winced, and Mapi looked down at you, her face once again one of disgust. You shrugged at her, and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, walking you back to the locker room, hopefully to help you save your girlfriend from Alexia, but more likely to join in on the teasing. You found that you didn't really mind it.

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this was.. way more fun to write than I was expecting. hope you enjoyed :)

[boyfiejay]

Enhypen : Telling them a story but it doesnt make sense

PAIRING : OT7 x gn! Reader

GENRE : established relationship, fluff, crack

Warning : curse words

Author's note : this is requested, why do i get the motivation to write in library? Of all the places, the place where im supposed to study...

Heeseung

●'Babe you know the other day i went to walk my fish but the baby started to bark and i realised that it was the wrong day!'

●Looks you dead in the eye

●Just stares at you even after you finish talking

●'I cant tell if im sleep deprived or you arent making any sense'

●Would take him him 1 2 3 4000 business days to understand it was a prank

●You woukd just tell him to go sleep lmao

Jay

●'So I was planting the book and the turtle drowned so i put the heater in the frigde.'

●Bro just freezes trying to understand what you're saying

●'Excuse me?'

●Just confusion on his face and youre laughing your ass off

●Also would not understand how that prank works but it worked on him so...

●Would make fun of you 100% 😭

Jake

●'So tell me why when the cat was barking and my ears went blind so i put the curtains in the dishwasher.'

●Baby is so confused, like he has imaginary question marks floating around his head

●'What do you mean baby?'

●Trying so hard to not seem rude incase hes the one who doesnt understand you :(((

●Breaths out a sigh of relief when he realises it was a prank

●But then lowk gets mad that he was tricked lol 😭

Sunghoon

●'Hey, remember when me and my grandma went to mop the ocean and the cat had puppies so i blow dried the air?'

●Already knows its some kind of prank but hes still confused

●'What the fuck?'

●Cue your hysteric laughing because why does he look cute with that confused expression???

●Impressed by your randomness lowk but will not say it

●Will get back at you for this💯

Sunoo

●'You remember when i couldnt hear in my nose and i woke up and the dog laid eggs?'

●Is concerned for you more than hes confused

●'Are you okay, baby?'

●You cant even laugh at him he genuinely looks worried

●You tell him its a joke and he gives you the nastiest side eye

●But then laughs at how random that sentence was

Jungwon

●'Tell me why, when i was walking my penguin and i lost my toes so i watered the fish.'

●He is the most confused by far but also judging you at the same time

●'Baby, what the heck? What penguin?'

●Hes concerned about penguins more than your mental state and toes😐

●Starts laughing when you tell him its a prank

●'Stop watching those tiktoks.'

Ni-ki

●'Remember when the snail barked and my leg cut off because i had a headache so i preheat the ice.'

●Just stares at you with 🤨 face

●Is judging you so hard it makes you want to take back your words

●'Whats that supposed to mean, baby?'

●Can NAWT understand why people make pranks like this

[lipglossanon]

Oh By Gosh, By Golly

<It’s Time For Mistletoe and Holly…>

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader

• Prequel to Red Flags and Long Nights; this is the mistletoe ‘incident’ mentioned in passing from that fic 😉

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, kissing, sexual fantasizing, slight dirty talk, masturbation

not proofread, just a little quick fic 😉

Title from Mistletoe and Holly by ole Franky blue eyes 🤭

It’s late afternoon by the time you arrive at your parents on Christmas Eve. It’s kind of a pain in the ass to have to park on the street, but it’s what happens when you’re one of (if not) the last people to show up for their holiday party. Standing outside the front door, you brush your skirt smooth before ringing the doorbell. A very tipsy, very flushed looking aunt opens the door. 

“Oh my god, look how big you’ve gotten!” She yells way too loudly, but it does the job and garners the attention of the rest of the party goers. 

“Let’er get in the damn house before she catches cold,” an uncle gruffly states, nodding to you before making his way off to the living room. 

You give her a polite smile as she ushers you the rest of the way inside, pointing out the various relatives you haven’t seen in years. 

“There she is!” Your mom cries from her seat on the couch next to your dad.

“Hi,” a genuine smile crosses your face as you make your way over to them, setting your gift down under the tree. 

“How was the drive?” Your dad asks, blue eyes glassy as he finishes off his whiskey.

“Not bad,” you answer, ducking down to give them each a quick hug, “the parking wasn’t great though.”

“Guess you’ll get here earlier next time,” he grins and your mom rolls her eyes. 

“Drinks are in the kitchen, honey,” she makes to stand up but you press down on her shoulder. 

“I’ll get it, mom.”

You’re at least five drinks in when you realize you’re on the drunk side of tipsy. But since you’re staying over for Christmas, you decide that one more definitely won’t hurt anyone (regardless of what future hungover you will think the next day).  

You bump into a warm body as you leave the kitchen while they enter. 

“Sorry,” you giggle, holding your drink up before it sloshes over the cup. 

“No worries, sweetheart.”

You shiver at the low tone practically whispering in your ear. Turning, you come face to face with your dad who’s also looking like he’s on the drunk side of tipsy (maybe even the tipsy side of drunk). You laugh to yourself and he grins at you, crows feet appearing at the corner of each eye. 

“What’s funny?”

“You wouldn’t get it, dad,” you pat his chest. 

He takes after your mom and rolls his eyes but pauses before nodding up at the top of the door frame. Squinting in confusion, you tilt your head back to look and see a sprig of mistletoe stuck to the wood. 

“Can’t leave til you give your dear old dad a kiss,” he teases, his hands cupping your jaw before he pouts his lips at you. 

Finding it hysterical, you laugh softly before nodding, “Okay, okay, but now you can’t say I don’t ever listen to you.”

Both of you chuckle before Leon leans forward and presses a featherlight kiss on your lips, making you gasp in surprise at the tiny spark of arousal flickering through your veins. His eyes pick up on the change in your expression and he presses you against the door frame before kissing you more intently. 

You sigh, lips parting as his hands grab your waist, fingers digging into your hips as his tongue dips into your mouth. Finding no resistance, only enthusiasm, he groans, the slick muscle licking into your mouth, spit messily dripping from your lips and making your clit throb. 

You're unsure how long your dad keeps you pressed against the kitchen doorway, messily making out with you while he rubs his bulge against your thigh. Whimpering, you go to rock your hips, but the grip of his hands keeps you pinned in place, slick dripping into your panties from his assertiveness.

The loud slam of a door shutting down the hall breaks you two apart. You both stare at one another, eyes dilated as arousal throbs hot and heavy through each of you. 

“I-I should-“

“Yeah,” his gruff voice makes you press your thighs together and his gaze darts down to the motion before dragging back up your body. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, letting yourself give one last look to your dad’s kiss swollen lips before walking back to the living room on rubbery legs.

Catching up to your mom, you make some flimsy excuse about being tired and quickly make your way upstairs to your room. In no time, you change into your pajamas and climb into bed. Your head feels dizzy as you replay that dirty make out session from the kitchen. Whining to no one, your hand slips underneath the bands of your clothing to swipe across your slippery clit. 

You can still smell your dad’s cologne, a heady mix of dark oak and cherry, that makes your cunt clench around nothing. Moaning quietly, you softly circle your swollen bundle of nerves as you daydream that you two went a little further. Pretending that it’s his own two fingers, rough and calloused, teasing across your pussy.

What if he would’ve pushed your skirt up? Seen the cute lacy panties you chose to wear that night. Would he like them? What if he just ripped them off, eyes greedily taking in your bare wet cunt.. watch as you drip slick all down your thighs just from some deep tongue filled kisses. 

“Such a slut,” he purrs, “did your little puss get wet cause dad kissed you, baby? S’that it?”

That thought’s enough to push you over— orgasm cresting fast and hard, making your back arch and thighs shake as you cover your mouth to prevent too much noise from escaping. 

Flopping down on your back, you let out a gusty sigh, pulling your hand out into the dim light of the room to see slick web between your fingers. Feeling too tired now to do anything, you lazily wipe them off on your sleep shorts, planning on washing them later. For now though, between the alcohol and cumming to the illicit thought of your dad, you fall asleep fast, leaving the crisis of the situation to be dealt with tomorrow. 

[todoroklee]

New arrival

Lee!alastor ler!lucifer

As of last week, lucifer had moved into the Hazbin Hotel! And whilst it was going amazing for everyone, Alastor wasn't so pleased with the whole situation. He thought that lucifer didn't need to be there because he already had a home, but Charlie was persistent, and how could he say no?

Alastor was just standing at the top of the stairs, leaning against the banister, just watching husk and angel chat about their day. Suddenly, he heard something behind him, but he wasn't afraid so he just waited for it to show itself. And it did.

"Alastor! My man!" Lucifer yelled right to Alastors' ear, making him jerk to the side and rub his ear.

"Hello lucifer." He sighed, "what do you want?"

"Hey! There's no need to be so harsh, I just wanted to get to know ya a little better seeing as I'll be living here with you," he giggled.

"Hmm, no," Alastor said coldly, turning his back on lucifer.

"That's no way to speak to the king of Hell!"

"..." no reply from Alastor.

"Oh come on! You have to speak to me."

"..." once again, zero reply.

"Alastor!" Lucifer yelled again near his ear, forcing him to jerk away and rub his ear again. But alas, still no reply. As he had hoped, Lucifer was getting preeetty annoyed, so he took matters into his own hands, quite literally.

"You're just gonna ignore me, huh?" Still no reply, "Fine, let's see how long you last Mr Tough Guy"

Confused, Alastor went to look towards lucifer, but he was gone? Then, Alastor felt something scratching gently on his ear, making him go crazy.

Ah. Lucifer.

"What the fuhuck do you think you're dohoing?!"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know but quihit it!"

"I think it's cute! I've never heard you genuinely laugh before, this is adorable!"

"Excuhuse meHEHE?!" Alastors laughter went up an octave as lucifer went down, wiggling his fingers in the crook of his neck.

"Awww. Is your neck too ticklish? For a Radio Demon, I must say you are very ticklish!"

"STOHOP!" He laughed as he tried to cover his mouth but it was no use, his laughter was too loud.

"What happens if I go... here?" Suddenly, lucifers' hands shot down to Alastors ribs, making him squeal and collapse on the floor.

"Fuhuck yohou luhucifeher" He said, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"My God you are so fucking ticklish."

Alastors cheeks grew slightly red as he got up and brushed himself off.

"Shut up." He said, walking slowly away.

"Oh, I'm not done, Alastor!" Lucifer said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back, leading them both to the floor, the perfect position. They wrestled for a minute before lucifer ended up straddling Alastor by a quick poke to his ribs, giving him the advantage.

"Lucifer! Don't you dare."

"Oh, I dare"

Lucifer clawed his hands and vibrated them on the sides of Alastors ribs, targeting each individual bone.

"nohOHOHOHO!" Alastor shrieked and squirmed, but it was no help in trying to escape the tickly heaven hell.

Lucifer looked in awe. How could the meanest Radio Demon in town be so fucking adorable? His laugh was so bubbly and happy... He had a real smile on his face, not that copy pasted one, but a real. Happy. Smile.

"You are fucking adorable" Lucifer exclaimed as he watched Alastor get progressively more red in the face.

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Hm...no!"

"BIHITCH!"

*gasp* "you did not just call lucifer himself a bitch! I think you need some punishment." Lucifer unclawed his hands and removed them from alastors body, giving him a minute to breathe before pinning his arms with his knees and blowing raspberries all over his ribs whilst gently scribbling and scratching all over his neck.

This pretty quickly sent poor old Alastor into hysterics. The mixture of soft, gentle tickles and the vibrations of the raspberries were heaven torture for him.

"PLEHEASE!"

Alastor begged as his laughter went silent. At the plea, lucifer stopped instantly and got off him, sitting next to him.

Alastor was still a cute little puddle of giggles on the floor, trying to get rid of the ghost Tickles left over.

"Can I help?"

Alastor nodded and stayed still whilst lucifer rubbed all of the phantom Tickles away.

"You alright?"

"Yeah..."

"Did I go too hard?"

"No! It was uh...nice..." He said shyly as he brushed himself off and walked away for real this time but ran back upstairs and hid when he realised that everyone had watched him get his shit wrecked. In his books however, it was worth it. But he would NEVER tell lucifer.

Au: this took like fucking two hours 😭 I hope you guys like it because weirdly proud?

[cynarisgayass]

𓍊𓋼~Letting the impulsive thoughts win~𓋼𓍊

Type: Short oneshots

Description: Sorry for lack of posts, 4th of July put a stop on my schedule (which I hate sm) but anyways this is letting the impulsive thoughts win with genshin characters. Like wanting to throw whip cream at someone or boop them idfk.

Rating: Fluff/funny

Reader: GN, slight autism/adhd vibes

Includes: Wanderer/ Xiao

Wanderer:

It was calling to you, begging you, tempting you with it's white soft texture...(Don't be a perv ;)

Whip cream...covering the top of the pie you'd just bought, it smelled amazing and looked even better...but the thought of gently smashing into Wanderers face was literally eating at your being. Plus the counter was clean, you could literally still eat it if you wanted to so it wouldn't really be a waste..."No. No you can't, you can't."

"Can't what?"

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you...when had he walked in? Was he onto you... "Wanderer! Haha, I was just telling myself I can't eat the whole thing in one sitting. That's all, nothing else!"

He looked at you annoyed, like he knew you were up to something but not exactly what it was. "Hmm, I still don't understand how you can eat it. It's disgustingly sweet." He stepped closer to the counter, standing right, over, the pie, scowling at it.

You couldn't take it anymore, fate had laid it out all perfect for you. Your hand slipped under the pie and before he even had the chance to move you smooshed it in his face, whip cream covering all his features, dripping down his chin as you set the mostly empty crust aside.

He couldn't even react, he was so shocked and that was to funny for you, you started laughing hysterically, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to apologise. "I-im so sorry! Hahaha I couldnt- you stepped Infront- I'm sorry! Bahahaha!"

He took a deep breath and sighed, for a second you were worried he was genuinely angry, but he wouldn't be with you if he couldn't handle your impulsive thoughts. He held up the crust and scooped out what was left, "Your actions have consequences..."

You wiped a tear away and looked at him confused, "Huh?-AH!"

He mushed the pie filling on the top of your head, swirling it with your hairs as you squealed in dismay.

Xiao:

You giggled in excitement as Xiao helped you tie up your kite. You'd made it yourself, using all the Yakshas as your inspiration and even better was as you made it he told you stories of them. You could tell it was a little hard for him at first, but once he started talking about the happier stories he loosened up. This one he was telling now seemed to especially resonate with him.

"They were always playing tricks, using ink to draw on my face and introducing me to people, but giving me the wrong name. Bonanus, she was usually far less embarrassing with her pranks...actually you remind me of her in that way."

You blushed lightly, "I do?"

"Yes. She would often try and find ways to make me flustered. Once she even found a inappropriate book and left it for me to read. Even leaving a note on it that read: Alatus, I've found these war tactics very useful. Read at once."

Your smile widened as you imagined him opening the book, "I bet you were completely red in the face haha!"

"I was. It made it even worse that Morax- Zhongli I mean, was there when I started to read it."

"Pffft!" You burst out laughing, unable to contain yourself as you pictured the scene with Zhongli being in the same room. Then it was like a switch went off...and you felt kinda numb, maybe sad even...wishing you could have been there. "Xiao, do you prefer that part of your life..."

He paused and looked at you in confusion, "I don't prefer one part of my life over the other. I may miss my Yaksha companions, but if I were to choose that part of my life over this one, I would no longer have you. That would be just as much of a loss if not more."

Your heart skipped a beat as the moment grew more intense, his eyes staring into yours like he was attempting to prove to you that his words were true. It was a bit much and you weren't really good with tension...so you chose to lighten the mood with the very thing you'd wanted to do since he started talking.

You reached out and poked his nose, saying a small little, "Boop" as you did so. It was so random and yet it fixed the heavy air that had gathered around you both. His face turned a light shade of pink and he returned back to what he was doing, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Xiao?"

"Hm?"

"Is it don't yeeeettt???"

Another dirty alphabet up nexttt~

[anna-dreamer]

I am obsessed with Sauron projecting his toxic and bumpy relationship with Melkor onto that dark web of manipulation he weaves with Celebrimbor. He expects Tyelpë to be as unstable, unreliable, chaotic, cold and heartless as Melkor could be, and is fairly certain that deep down Tyelpë is as ready to betray him as he does Tyelpë. And when Tyelpë shows him genuine love, kindness and, unwittingly, empathy, there is an urge within Sauron to give into this warmth and to reach out for a real 'human' connection. This makes him very confused and angry, at it forces all that bottled-down anger towards Melkor to surface. But then Tyelpë would unknowingly repeat Sauron's lies he has already told him, call him Annatar, and that would bring Sauron back on track.

Later, in Sauron's pits of torture, Tyelpë would laugh hysterically and tell Sauron, If he was anything like you are, then he had already left you before you even met.

[amomentsescape]

Hello! Can i ask for #4 and #9 with bubba, and #6 with (RZ) Michael please? Totally fine if you'd rather not, I just enjoy how you write them 🫶

October 2023 Halloween Prompt List

Bubba Sawyer x Reader, RZ! Michael Myers x Reader

A/N: I was able to squeeze your request in, so no worries! :)

Bubba Sawyer

#4: Going to a haunted house attraction

Surprisingly, this is his first time going

Even more surprisingly, the attraction seems to get to him a bit

Chasing and attacking random people? Totally cool

Having some adult jump out and scream at you? Not so much

Bubba can't help but get a bit fidgety while waiting in line

Partly from the actors, but also from the fact that he rarely interacts with other people that aren't his family or you

And once you guys are actually in the attraction, oh boy

Every jump scare and sound causes Bubba to let out squeaks and grunts

He grips onto your hand so tightly

You think he's going to rip your arm off the first half of the house

However, things take a turn when you enter one of the themed rooms

There are fake guts hanging from the ceiling, "dead" people sitting at the dining table

There was even fake blood dried on the floor

When Bubba saw this, he froze

You thought something was wrong until he let out a couple giggles

This soon turned into huge fits of laughter

Even the actor in the room looked confused

Bubba grabbed at one of the gut props and wiggled it around, looking at you before laughing in hysterics again

It was his way of telling you "I know what this is actually supposed to look like, and it's not this"

After that room, Bubba was a lot more relaxed

Some of the jump scares and costumes still got to him, but he felt more comfortable knowing that everything was indeed fake

Once you guys made it through the house, Bubba took both of your hands and bounced around happily

It was clear he had fun

And who would have guessed that Bubba would be scared of a man dressed as a demon and not of a room decked out in gore?

Go figure

#9: Costume shopping

The moment you even suggested going somewhere together, Bubba was all ears

He isn't exactly the biggest fan of people, but he loves spending time with you

Plus, Halloween was a bit more special

He could walk around happily in his mask and not feel judged

Besides, you were going to a costume shop anyways

No one was going to say a thing

When you both first walked in, Bubba was taken aback by the amount of clothing in the building

He didn't even know where to begin

Luckily, he had you to grab his hand and lead him around the place

He was very intrigued with all the mask options

Of course, they weren't as "genuine" as his, but he thought the different colors and monsters were cool

He also liked turning on all the animatronics and decorative lights (although a few made him jump)

When you walk by the "adult" section of the store, his eyes go wide

You may not be able to fully see it, but his face is beet red under his mask

You even tease him a bit by picking one of them up and swinging it around, acting like you were considering buying it

He stayed pretty close to you after that

But eventually, you both found some cute couples' costumes to try

He likes the idea of matching with you

You guys don't end up buying a costume, but you did leave with a few string lights and the promise to come back later

Michael Myers

#6: Going through a corn maze

This behemoth of a man isn't exactly going to get lost in one of these

He can literally see over every stalk of corn

And even if that wasn't the case, his sense of direction was ridiculous

You could put him in the middle of the forest and he'd find his way home

So when you first suggested going, he just looked at you

Walking through a bunch of crops? Why would he want to do that?

But you insisted on going and talked about it so excitedly that Michael gave in

The last thing he wanted was to have you all disappointed and sad

He cares about you in his own way

But his one stipulation was that it had to be just you two

So you managed to find a corn maze in the middle of nowhere

Michael just let you lead him wherever once you got there

Even if he knew you were basically going around in circles, he just let you drag him along

He didn't want to ruin your fun, even if he was bored

Watches you touch all the corn and pick up little stones

He even lets you hold his hand as you trudge your way through

You eventually have to break down and ask for his help though

There was no way you were going to make it out on your own

And without even needing to look, he simply points which direction to go

Secretly likes you depending on him for these types of things

[satansapostle6]

fire and ice | james cook

Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.

part seven.

part eight. tiff and jj.

That particular Tuesday, Tiffany Wheeler had walked into class high. More so than was typical. Most of the time when Tiff was high, it wasn’t necessarily noticeable to anyone except those who really knew her. She would just act normal while seeming a bit more subdued, with red, bloodshot eyes at the most, and that would be the end of it. But not today.

Tiff had walked into class late with Effy, and the two of them were, to put it simply, on one. They had split mushrooms and some spliff, and were on another planet entirely. It was the first thing Cook noticed when they walked into the room. The classroom had been dead silent, with everyone silently working on whatever they were working on, whether it was their actual class work, or doodling, or lightly snoring. In Cook’s case, it was staring at the doorway off and on waiting for Tiffany to appear.

And when she finally did more than twenty minutes into class, everyone in their respective group knew that it was going to be an interesting class. For starters, Tiff and Effy both walked into the room stumbling and giggling, something that wasn’t necessarily typical of either of them. The two girls were laughing so hysterically at something when they came in that even the teacher had noticed that they were under the influence of something. But of course, no one actually cared.

Tiff and Effy had taken far too long to sit down, too sloppy and distracted to function in that moment. Their behavior had gotten many different reactions. Katie and Naomi both rolled their eyes. Panda was excited by the prospect of drugs. JJ was somewhat confused, meanwhile Freddie just stared at Effy. But Cook was too focused on Tiff. He couldn’t take his eyes off her; she rarely lost control when drunk or high. Or in general. Her laughter and smiles were something he knew to take advantage of when he got the chance.

James Cook sat in his seat, watching in amusement as Tiff sat half slumped over in her seat in front of him next to JJ, deciding to take out a notebook so as to blend in with the rest of the class, but she just stared at it, not writing or reading or anything. She wasn’t able to at all.

“Psst,” Cook whispered, trying to get her attention. “Psst!”

Tiff was still too busy staring at her empty notebook to notice.

“Psst! Oi! Tiff!” he hissed frustratedly.

Tiffany slowly looked up at him, eyes rimmed with smudged black eyeliner.

“What?” she whispered back.

“Did you and Eff seriously blaze up without me?” he pouted.

“It was girls only,” she remarked.

“Well that’s rude,” he frowned.

But Tiff was already onto the next thing. JJ was next to her, absentmindedly drawing something to entertain his train of thought. Tiff of course noticed it as her eyes wandered.

“What’s that?” she whispered, leaning in.

JJ looked up at her, surprised that she was talking to him. Tiff often hung out with him, Cook, and Freddie, but rarely did she and JJ ever speak to one another separate from the others.

“It’s a frog,” JJ responded quietly. “Or, at least an attempt at one.”

“Do you draw frogs a lot?” Tiff wondered.

JJ had to think about it for a moment. “No. I don’t really draw… I just randomly thought of frogs. I wanted to see if I could do it.”

He stopped for a moment to wonder if he’d been talking too much. He was somewhat comforted by the fact that Tiff didn’t seem to care.

“That’s cool,” Tiff stared. “I think frogs are interesting creatures.”

“Yeah, I suppose they are,” he agreed, genuinely engaged in the conversation. “I think it’s interesting the sounds they can make.”

“I think the poison ones are interesting,” Tiff shared, “Like the colorful ones. The poison dart frogs. I wonder why they call them that. Do they actually shoot poison darts?”

“Can’t say I know,” Jonah Jones thought curiously.

Cook was fascinated watching the two of them interact, wondering if that was how he sounded to people at times.

*****

After school let out, Tiff and Effy went with Cook, Freddie, and JJ back to Freddie’s shed where the boys usually hung out together. Effy was sitting with Freddie, and Cook was sitting on his own, drinking more than anyone else as he watched Tiff and JJ, still talking.

Cook was surprised that they were still having one long conversation about a variety of different topics. He knew Tiff and JJ were both very unique people who were often quiet in large group settings, but he just couldn’t seem to understand how they were still talking.

“I don’t really go out much,” Tiff thought, “It’s easier to just drink at home.”

“Yeah, that’s understandable,” JJ sympathized. “I just wish there was a way I could meet girls… Not that it’d matter anyway, even if I met one there’s no way I’d be able to get anywhere beyond friends, if that,” he admitted with a sad disappointment to his tone.

“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true,” Tiff insisted, taking his hand in a friendly manner.

Cook watched with surprise as JJ just got bashful in response, practically blushing when she touched him, even if it was just to give his hand a squeeze.

“Besides,” she offered, trying to find genuine and truthful ways to help, “Some of my best shags have been friends,” she shared.

Immediately, JJ turned red as Cook looked at her in curiosity, definitely invested. Everyone could physically see the JJ swallowing the hard lump in his throat.

“It’s okay,” Tiff smiled, taking JJ’s hand.

His eyes widened at the comforting gesture. Not only was JJ unsure of how to receive such a kind act of physical affection, he was also extremely confused by it coming from Tiffany Wheeler.

“You’re safe with me, JJ,” she said softly.

“Th-Thank you, Tiff,” he managed, clearing his throat frantically.

“Do you want to kiss me?” she said finally.

JJ nearly had an aneurysm, along with Freddie and Cook, who couldn’t take their eyes off of this fascinating new development. Cook was becoming increasingly jealous, while Freddie seemed to find the situation strange. Effy, on the other hand, watched eagerly. Effy wanted nothing more than to watch Tiff kiss JJ.

“Sorry, what?” JJ blurted out, laughing so as to offset his growing fear.

“I said, do you want to kiss me?” Tiff asked softly, not missing a beat.

“Uh, well, yes!” JJ stammered, “But, is that an offer, or…?”

“Of course it is,” Tiff nodded, slowly moving towards him as she sat on her knees beside him on the couch. “Would you like me to kiss you?”

JJ’s blue eyes were now locked on Tiff’s, completely frozen. He had no idea what to do or say, and frankly, he was afraid one wrong move would wake him from this splendid dream.

“Y-Yes,” JJ concluded, accepting the fact that his first kiss would be with Tiffany Wheeler, in front of his friends, “Yes.”

“Ask nicely,” Tiff smiled.

“Please,” JJ whined, surprising even himself. “Please, please kiss me, Tiff,” he pleaded with her, as Effy grinned, sitting forward in her seat.

“As you wish,” Tiff said softly.

JJ prepared himself, unsure of what to expect. He had expected a very innocent, almost platonic sort of kiss, with the two of them hardly touching; a sweet peck on the lips for the sake of allowing him a first kiss. But what JJ got shocked him. Instead of going the simple route, Tiff swung her leg over JJ’s body, sinking down in his lap as Freddie nearly jumped up out of his seat.

Cook’s eyes widened hungrily as he watched Tiff straddling his friend, hand subconsciously sliding down his lap. He couldn’t believe his eyes. For a moment, the spliff made him question whether any of this was even happening at all. But it most certainly and unmistakably was. Freddie gave in and applauded JJ as he looked up at Tiff on his lap, too stunned to move. Effy was more than entertained.

“Don’t be afraid,” Tiff offered, slowly pressing JJ’s hands, which had been hovering, onto her waist.

He grinned ear to ear with excitement, looking nothing if not grateful.

“Do you want to touch my ass?” Tiff whispered in his ear.

JJ pulled away, nodding quickly. “Please.”

Smirking proudly, Tiff slid his hands down to where he gripped her behind, slowly finding his confidence as his friends laughed and cheered. Tiff leaned in again, equally enjoying the shared moment of pleasure.

“Are you hard?” she asked huskily.

JJ looked petrified.

“Yes,” he confessed.

Tiff nodded, grabbing him by his hair as he felt another warm, tingly sensation, signaling to him that he was enjoying himself.

“Good,” she whispered to him.

He looked right into her dark eyes, his own eyes heavy as he began to pant softly. JJ was beginning to feel overstimulated as she sat on top of him, but in the best way. She could feel him squeezing her ass as he allowed her to sink down on top of him, the both of them feeling each other even through clothing.

“Please, Tiff,” he begged. “Kiss me.”

Before JJ had to say anything else, Tiff pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, pressing a harsh kiss to his lips. JJ was initially stiff, unsure of how to reciprocate, but eventually, he felt his instincts kick in. The kiss was equally rough and loving. Tiff didn’t like to kiss with tongue, but she made sure the kiss was still fully engaging as they shared a series of breathy kisses.

Just as JJ began to feel himself getting carried away, his hands moving up to grope her breasts, Tiff pulled away. At first, JJ was startled and was convinced he’d done something wrong before she spoke.

“Open your mouth,” Tiff instructed.

JJ gulped. He had no idea what was about to happen, but strangely, he relished that feeling. JJ politely opened his mouth, staring up at her obediently. Tiff grinned as she grabbed his jaw and spit in his mouth. Freddie nearly gasped aloud. Effy just smiled, pleasantly surprised as Cook leaned forward, tempted to palm himself over his pants.

“Swallow,” Tiff said calmly.

Nodding quickly, JJ obliged and swallowed, eyes still completely trained on her.

“Thank you,” JJ breathed, as Tiff just leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his lips, a sweet peck on the lips.

“Good boy,” she said, before swinging around on his lap so that she was facing everyone else once again.

As if nothing had even happened, everyone continued with their conversation from earlier before eventually deciding to head out to a pub after Effy, Tiff, and Cook all took more mushrooms. Tiff headed out before Cook and JJ, as Cook stopped her in front of the shed behind Freddie and Effy.

“Tiff,” Cook called after her.

Tiff turned, as Cook pulled her aside.

“Tiffy,” Cook huffed with desperation, “I need a shag. Right now,” he said, about to undo his belt.

“Cook,” Tiff scoffed, looking around in Freddie’s yard, “No.”

“Tiffy,” he protested in a needy manner.

“Cook!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Fuck off.”

Cook pouted as he ran off after Freddie, leaving Tiff at the shed with JJ.

“Tiff,” he said nervously.

“JJ,” she smiled, her high creating beautiful visuals within the sunlight around him.

“Sorry about Cook,” JJ apologized, seeming genuinely troubled. “He’s… horny,” he offered sheepishly, unable to come up with a better word.

“It’s nothing,” she assured him, “I’m used to it.”

JJ looked at her sadly. “You deserve better,” he offered honestly.

Tiff frowned sympathetically. “I don’t want better,” she admitted.

“But… why?” he wondered, genuinely confused.

“Better’s boring,” she told him, as they walked together. “Besides. I’m not as good as I seem, JJ.”

He tried to find a way to dispute her claim, but as he kept searching for reasons, he began to realize that he didn’t really understand people at all. Especially her.

“Sometimes I don’t understand what makes someone good, and what makes them bad,” JJ said, sounding troubled.

“Sometimes, it just depends on what you want to see,” Tiff offered, before taking his hand. “Come on. Let’s go get drunk.”

JJ knew that when it came to Tiff, he just had to accept this. JJ squeezed her hand as they walked off together.

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part nine.

[dianawinchester03]

Season 1, Episode 19 - Provenance

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Third Person POV

The trio was at a bar, Dean chatting up a random girl. "Seven, four, two, zero" A gorgeous girl who was flirting with Dean, was giving him her number while Y/N ventured off on her own. Taking in the hot guy that was checking her out earlier. "So if that Brandy with a Y or with an..." Dean trails off when he notices Y/N and the guy (who introduced himself as Carson to Y/N) chatting, he began gripping his beer bottle, seconds away from crushing it in his hands.

He lost focus on the woman that was flirting up a storm with him, she scoffs when she realizes he stopped paying attention and walked away. Dean takes in every ounce of their interaction, the way Y/N batted her beautiful (e/c) eyes at Carson, the way she would lean in and brush her hand on his biceps, giggling when he said something funny.

He scoffs, pretty sure the guy can't be that funny to have Y/N laughing. Because her smile didn't meet her eyes and she didn't scrunch her nose the way she usually does when she's genuinely happy or laughing hysterically.

Meanwhile Sam was canvassing the newspaper for some cases. He stumbled upon an article titled, 'Couples throats slashed in their own homes'. He calls Dean over who nods, and gestures for him to call Y/N over. Dean happily does so, feeling joy because he has to go and break up Y/N's flirting fest.

When he looks over in Y/N's direction at the couch she and Carson were lounging on, her lips were locked with the strangers. An anger flares in Deans chest at the sight of the woman he loves locking lips with another man, his nostrils flaring. Sam watches curiously as Dean walks over, his feet padding heavily. He chuckles to himself at Deans blatant jealousy. Dean approaches the two who are in a heavy make out session and clears his throat.

They don't hear him the first time so he clears his throat again, this time more louder and obnoxious. Y/N is startled, groaning as she unlocks lips with Carson, "What?!" She grumbles wiping her mouth, clearly mad at the fact that Dean cockblocked her. "Sam seems to have found something" He said, his jaw clenching. Her expression changes when he says this.

Carson looks confused, his eyebrows furrowing at the interaction between Dean and Y/N. Dean is clearly jealous as he can't look at either of them, "You know this guy?" Carson asks her. She sighs, "Yeah, I'm sorry. Can you give me a sec?" She says apologetically. He smiles, nodding understandably. "I'll be right here" He smiles. "Thanks, I'll be quick" She replies smiling, flashing him a wink.

She then gets up and follows behind a seething Dean. "Dude, did you have to be a cockblock?" She grumbles annoyed. He just smirks to cover up his burning internal wounds, "Don't blame me, blame Sam. He cockblocked me too" He retorts smirking. Y/N scoffs in annoyance as they make their way to Sam's table. "Alright, I think I got something" Sam begins as they approach.

"Yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit" Dean says, looking back at the hot girl he was talking to. "What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one" He brags pointing to the women who are glaring his way. "So, what are we today, Dean? Are we rockstars? Are we Army Rangers?" Sam says sarcastically. Y/N snorts, "You have to lie to get girls?" She laughs while eating the peanuts in the basket.

Dean glares at her while she gives him an innocent look, "We're Reality-TV scouts, looking for people with special skills" He says smugly, making Sam and Y/N chuckle. "I mean, hey, it's not that far off" Y/N jokes. "Amen to that" Dean toasts his beer. "By the way, she's got a friend over there. Probably hook you up. What do you think?" Dean says to Sam suggestively.

Sam shakes his head, "Dean, no thanks. I can get my own dates" He says. "Yeah, you can, but you don't" Dean mumbles. Y/N chokes on a peanut at this, "Jesus dude, that's cold" She says to Dean who just shrugs. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sam narrows his eyes at his brother defensive. "Nothing, what do you got?" Dean diverges the subject.

"Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York we're both found dead in their home a just few days ago" Sam begins to tell them about the case. "Mhm" Dean responds a bit uninterested because he turnt around to gawk at a girl walking by. "Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all-" Sam stops talking, rolling his eyes when he realized Dean wasn't paying attention.

"Dean!" Y/N knocks on the table to catch his attention when she realized his eyes were trailing. "What? Huh?" Dean turns back, a bit confused. Y/N and Sam roll their eyes as Sam continues, "No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and windows were locked from the inside" Sam finished his explanation as Dean sips on his beer.

"Could just be a garden variety murder, you know? Not our department" Dean suggests. "No. Dad says different" Sam says, opening Johns journal and turning it to them. "What do you mean?" Y/N asks him. "Look. Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York" He points to Johns entry's of the murders.

"First one right here, 1912, the second one in 1945 and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. The throats were slit, the houses were locked from the inside" Sam reveals to them as they both sip their beers. "Now so much time passed between the murder. That nobody tracked the pattern except for Dad. And he always kept his eyes peeled for another one" Sam tries to justify.

"And now we got one?" Y/N says. "Exactly" Sam responds. "Alright, I'm with you. It's worth checking out" Dean says. Sam smiles happily at this, "We can't pick this up till first thing, though, right?" Dean asks them. "Yeah, I guess?" Y/N says. "Sure" Sam adds. "Good" Dean smiles smugly, making his way over to a new set of ladies to flirt his way into a wild night.

Y/N rolls her eyes scoffing, she grabs Sam's beer, gulping it down as she tries to mask her clear jealously. I mean, she shouldn't be jealous, right? Sam notices the way Y/N chugs the beer, a sly smirk on his face as he looks down into his book. "What?" Y/N asks him when she notices the look on his face. "Nothing" He feigns innocence. She cocks her eyebrow at this but decides to brush it off.

She looks over to the couch to see Carson still there, she flashes him a quick wink before, "Hey, I'll meet you guys back at the motel" She tells Sam quickly who just responds with a simple "Mhm", going back over to Carson who was waiting for her at the couch, allowing herself to indulge in her own wild night.

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Y/N's POV

New Paltz, New York

The next day, we hit the road. Me and Sam just finished investigating the Telesca house. Dean is fast asleep in the passenger side of the Impala, sunglasses over his eyes to shield the light due to his banging hangover. Me and Sam share a mischievous look when we see this, "Honk the horn" I whisper to him. He snickers lightly as we both lean down on the drivers side.

Sam presses the horn, the loud honk filling the silent neighborhood and Deans eardrums, causing him to jump awake. "AHH!" He exclaims loudly, causing me and Sam burst out laughing hysterically. Sam jumps in the back while I jump in the drivers seat laughing. "Man, that's so not cool" Dean groans holding his head.

"We just swept the Telesca house with EMF. It's clean." I tell him as he takes his sunglasses off, squinting from the harsh light. "And last night, while you and Y/N were....out" Sam says vaguely, making us both smile. "Good times" Dean grins proudly. "Indeed" I agree, smirking to myself as I reminisce about my night with Carson. Yet I feel angry over the fact that Dean got with someone else too.

God I'm a hypocrite. Get over it Y/N!. "How the hell are you not hungover? You drank just as much as me." Dean asks me, cocking his eyebrow. I shrug, "I don't usually get hungover. It's a blessing" I reply sassily, flipping my hair dramatically. Sam chuckles at this, "I checked the history of the house. No hauntings, no violent crimes. Nothing strange about the Telescas themselves either" Sam tells us.

"Alright, so if it's not the people and it's not the house and uh...." Dean tries to think. "Maybe it's the contents, a cursed object or something" He suggests but I shake my head. "Nope. House is clean" I tell him. "Yeah, I know, you said that" Dean responds. "No, she means it's empty. No furniture or nothing" Sam says. Dean looks confused at this, "Where's all their stuff?" He asks us. Me and Sam share a look at this.

Later we pull into an art auction, being held in a rather fancy house. The parking lot swarmed with luxurious cars. As we walk in I felt a tad bit underdressed, seeing all the men in suits, ties and three piece suits, while women wore almost ball like dresses. I felt a bit insecure not gonna lie but gosh were they gorgeous.

Dean immediately starts grabbing finger foods, chowing down on them as we walk in. He offers me one but I shake my head. "No thanks" I say. He shrugs, stuffing it into his mouth. "Consignment auctions, estate sales. Sounds like a garage sale for Wasps, if you ask me" Dean mutters, I snicker at this as he stuffs a pig in a blanket in his mouth. "Can I help you guys?" We hear a posh males voice behind us.

We turn around to see a ageable man, staring at us suspiciously as if we were scum on the bottom of his shoe. "I'd like some champagne, please" Dean responds back in a equally snooty tone, his mouth filled with the food. The man looks at him in disbelief as I shake my head, facepalming. "He's not a waiter" Sam points out to Dean.

"I'm sorry about that sir, I'm Y/N Salvatore" I put my hand out to shake the man's, but he looks down at it, not taking it. I clear my throat awkwardly. "I'm Sam Connors and this is my brother Dean and his girlfriend Y/N Salvatore. We are art dealers, with Connors Limited" Sam lies on spot. Dean and I look at him confused when he introduces as Deans girlfriend but I just roll with it.

"You're...art dealers?" The man asked us stunned. "That's right" I say sweetly, trying to not punch this man by his disgusted look on his face, his eyes scanning us up and down judgementally. Some rich people, I swear. "I'm Daniel Blake. This is my auction house" The man introduces himself as Dean looks around impressed, chewing on the food.

"Now, this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list" Daniel says plainly. "We're there, Chuckles, just take another look" Dean scoffs cockily. Me and Sam look at him as if he's crazy, he then turns around to see a waiter with a tray of champagne. "Oh. Finally. Hmm" He exclaims in relief, taking two.

He hands one to me, "Here you go, Princess" He winks at me, I take it from him, shaking my head as he sniffs the glass before pumping his eyebrows smugly at Daniel. "Cheers" I say awkwardly to a clearly pissed off Daniel. Both me and Sam following behind Dean.

The boy and I begin to look around the items that had the Telescas name on it. My gaze then lands on a old painting of a family portrait, consisting of two young boys, a young girl and their parents. By just looking at it, I knew that had to be our cursed object because the second I laid eyes on it, I got that same feeling of chills behind my neck.

Hello old friend, how I've missed you (note the sarcasm) I hated that damn feeling.

"Fellas, look at this" I point to the painting. They both caught my attention, giving the painting a once over before, "A fine example of American primitive, wouldn't you say?" We hear a woman's voice behind us. We all look up the stairs to see a breathtakingly gorgeous dark haired young woman, no older than me and Sam, walking down the stairs dressed in a beautiful black dress paired with some stiletto heels.

"God damn" I whisper to myself, taken back by her beauty. Dean has a smirk on his face, we both then tap Sam on his shoulder for him to reply because she was clearly talking to him. "Well, I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses" Sam retorts intellectually. The girl looks down smiling.

"But you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did" Sam says in realization. She smiles coyly, "Guilty." She admits making Sam smile widely. "And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake" She introduces herself, putting her hand out to shake Sam's while Dean reaches to another waiters tray, taking up a mini quiche. He hands me one again but I shake my head. He shrugs, stuffing his mouth with more finger food.

"Im Sam. This is my brother Dean and his girlfriend Y/N" Sam introduces us. She puts her hand out to shake mine. I take hers gladly, shaking it. "By the way, loveee the heels. You are so gorgeous!" I compliment her smiling. "Thank you girl! You are stunning, love the leather jacket" She returns the compliment, which makes me feel so appreciated.

"Thank you" I smile gratefully. "Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" She then turns to Dean. "Mm-mm. I'm good. Thanks" Dean responds chewing on his food contently. "So can I help you with something?" She asks Sam with a bit of a flirtatious tone. "Yeah, actually. Um, what can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam asks her.

"The whole things pretty grisly, if you ask me, selling their things this soon, but Dads right about one thing: Sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich one" She admits, we all look at each other like, 'What the hell?' But cover it up with fake smiles. "Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asks hopefully. "I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that" Daniel chimes in.

"Why not?" I ask him confused. "You're not on the guest list" He says harshly then turning to Dean. "I think it's time to leave" He adds. "Well we don't have to be told twice" Dean retorts sassily. "Apparently you do" Daniel counters. "Okay, it's alright. We don't want any trouble sir" I say calmly, trying to de-escalate the situation. "We'll go" Sam adds.

Dean walks off first and I follow behind, when I look back I see Sam with an apologetic look on his face towards Sarah, which she returns. Awwww, Sammy has a crush. Hopefully he gets laid too. Not to sound like Dean, but the dude needs it, honestly.

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" Dean asks Sam in a questioning tone about his conversation with Sarah as we make our way to our motel room. "Art History course." Sam responds. Me and Dean look at him confused "Art History?" I ask questionably. "It's good for meeting girls" He shrugs. Me and Dean look at him shocked, "Who are you and what have you done with my prude of a best friend?" I feign a mock surprised tone.

"It's like I don't even know you" Dean says ironically as Sam scoffs. When Dean opens the motel room door, it reveals a retro 70's themed area. Weirdly enough, it wasn't bad looking. "Huh" The boys and I say in unison before dumping our bags on the ground. Unfortunately the room only has two beds. "Dude, you said the room had three beds" I groan at Sam.

He shrugs innocently, "Huh? Really? I told them three. Maybe they got it mixed up" He said, his eyes not meeting mine. I cock my eyebrow at this, not convinced. "I'll just go book my own room then because I am not sleeping on that thing" I say, pointing to the metal chair, going to walk out the door. "Wait, no! I don't mind sharing" Dean says casually, stopping me. I turn back surprised.

"You sure?" I ask him. The thought of sharing a bed with Dean again is exciting. It's weird, usually I would've been chill about it but right now, I'm trying not act all giddy. "Yeah....you'd save money too" Dean says nonchalantly, clearing his throat. I just shrug, "You're right I guess. Thanks" I say gratefully, Dean smiles in return to me before turning to Sam. "Now, what was the providence?" He asks him.

"Provenance" Sam corrects him as Dean mouth the word mockingly. "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use em to track the pieces history. See if any has got a freaky past" Sam explains. "That painting of that family...it gave me a weird feeling- if you ask me if it's my ESP feeling, Dean, I will slap you" I tell them, not before turning to Dean and shooting him a warning look.

He already had his mouth open to most likely ask me the same question, it snaps shut when I warn him, a smug look on his face. "We'll look into it." Sam says. "Well, we're not getting anything out of Chuckles, but, uh, Sarah..." Dean says to Sam suggestively. "Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin" Sam retorts, this makes me chuckle.

"Good one" I commend, giving him a high five which he returns. Dean laughs shaking his head, "Not me" Dean says. "Oh, no, no, no" Sam laughs. "Pick ups are you guys' thing" Sam adds. "It wasn't our butts she was checking out" I snort as I unpack my bag, me and Dean giving Sam a suggestively look.

"In other words, you want me to use her to get information" Sam shakes his head. "Sometimes you gotta take one for the team." Dean smirks. I take my phone out and hand it to Sam, "Call her" I instruct him. He sighs, taking the phone.

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Third Person POV

After Sam called Sarah and asked her to dinner, Y/N and Dean decided to stay in, order take out and watch a movie. They settled for 2 Fast 2 Furious. Currently they're buckled over, laughing hysterically at a scene of Roman Pierce clowning some Latino guys, "Elian and Fidel. ¿Que pasa jota?" Roman pops up from the side of the car drivers side window before spraying the windshield.

They burst out in a fits of laughter. "This guy is hilarious" Y/N snorts in laughter. "Here I was thinking you were a Paul Walker kind of gal" Dean jokes, nudging her slightly as she munches on popcorn. "Oh I am, but Roman however, is sexy. Paul Walker can still get it though, god damn" She groans, wolf whistling, making Dean chuckle. "You really got a thing for guys nice eyes huh?" He smirks, leaning in closer to her on the bed.

She peers her head to look at him, his eyes piercing hers. She holds back a blush at the way Deans eyes settled on her lips. "You could say that" She whispers coyly, her eyes flickering down to his lips. Their faces just inches away from each other. "What else do you notice in a guy?" He asks her curiously. Y/N taps her pointer finger on her chin as if she's thinking deeply.

Dean chuckles, throwing some popcorn into his mouth, chewing as he waits for an answer. "I'd say, their lips. I got a thing for kissable lips." She answers flirtatiously, tugging the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. "Oh yeah?" Dean cocks his eyebrow at this, his tongue darting down to moisten his own lips. Y/N's tone alone is making him feel to just grab her and make love to her right there.

When Y/N catches herself staring, she quickly rebounds. "Yeah...what about you?" Y/N clears her throat looking back down at her popcorn. "I don't know. Maybe the way women walk. I love it when a girl knows how to sway her hips" Dean tone is low and husky. Y/N could feel herself get turnt on by the second the way Dean was talking. Her gazes snaps back up to his, Dean now invading her personal space, not that she minds.

"Oh yeah?" She asks lowly, a coy look in her eyes. Deans heart skips a beat at this. "Yeah" Dean responds, a primal look in his. "Hey guys, I got the- Woahh!" Sam enters the room, papers in hand. Y/N and Dean who were inching closer to each other, just seconds away from lips connecting. They pull back startled at the sound of Sams voice. Having almost gotten caught in the act.

"Crap, sorry, did I interrupt something?" Sam asks them sheepishly, stuttering as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Dean sends a harsh glare his brothers way while Y/N shakes her head. Her heart beating out of her chest rapidly. "Nono. It's fine." She says quickly. "What'd you find?" She asks him, handing Dean the bowl on popcorn. She pushes herself to sit at the edge of the bed.

While Dean seethes internally at the fact that Sam just barged.

Y/N's POV

HOLY CRAP. We almost kissed! Was he gonna kiss me? Did he want to kiss me? Maybe I'm just being delusional. Calm down y/n!

"What'd you find?" I ask Sam, trying to change the subject. "Sarah gave me the provenances" Sam tells us, taking a seat on the chair. Dean moves at the edge of the bed next to me, he pulls out his knife and begins sharpening it on a file. "So she just handed over the providences to you?" Dean cocks his eyebrow. "Provenances" I correct him. "Provenances?" Dean queries.

"Yes, and we went back to her place. I got a copy of the papers..." Sam explains, sorting through the papers. "And?" Me and Dean ask in unison. "And nothing. That's it. I left" Sam says firmly. "That's it?" I say surprised. "You didn't have to con her or do any special favors or anything like that?" Dean asks him suggestively. Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance, resting the papers harshly down on his lap.

I chuckle at this, getting up to take the papers from Sam. "Guys, would you get your minds out of the gutter, please?" Sam says annoyed. We chuckle at his reaction. "Hey, you know when this whole things done. We could stick around a little" Dean suggests. "Why?" Sam asks. "So you could take her out again. It's obvious you're into her" I say bluntly, my eyes still focused on the papers as I take a seat next to Sam.

"Even I see that" Dean adds. Sam looks at the both of us like we're crazy, "You know, for people who can see when others are into each other, you're really blind when it comes to yourselves" Sam mutters. "Huh?" Dean and I say in unison, confused. "Nothing" Sam sighs exasperatedly shaking his head.

My eyes scan a statement on the paper and I grin happily at the fact that I was right. "Hey, I think I got something here" I tell them. Dean puts his knife and sharpener aside and comes behind us. I hand them the papers as Dean reads aloud. "Portrait of Isaiah Merchants family, painted 1910" Dean reads aloud.

"Now compare the names of the owners with your dads journal" I point out to them. Realization dawns on Sam, he quickly grabs the journal on the table and opens it as Dean takes a seat across from us. "First purchased in 1912 to Peter Simms." Dean reads from the paper. "Peter Simms murdered in 1912" Sam reads from the journal.

The boys share looks of disbelief as they look through the book and papers. "Same thing in 1945. Oh, same thing in 1970" Dean reads aloud. "Then it was stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, till the Telescas bought it" Sam tells us. "Damn, you were right, princess. screw the EMF. We're using Ms. ESP here for everything now" Dean smirks.

I snort, shaking my head. My heart skips a beat when he praised me. "Shut up charming" I chuckle. "Hey! I'm the one that did the digging" Sam exclaims defensively. A smirk takes my face over, "Oh how terrible of us for not giving you credit. Thank you Sammy for your service of going out with a hot girl who wants to jump your bones to a fancy restaurant. It was so brave of you." I say dramatically, placing a hand over my heart. This makes Dean belt out laughing.

Sam tosses a pillow at me jokingly, a tinge of pink on his face. I dodge the pillow quickly, laughing. "Bite me" He retorts, flipping me the bird. Me and Dean laugh loudly. "So what do you think? Is the painting haunted or cursed?" Sam asks us after we sober up. Dean shrugs, putting the pen in his hand down. "Either way, it's toast" He says with a smug grin.

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Later that night, the boys and I scale the large metal gate into the auction warehouse, running towards the entrance before the alarms go off. Sam expertly disarms, gloves on our hands, the alarm system so that when we break in, it doesn't go off. My lock pick in my hand, awaiting the signal to pick the lock. "Go ahead" Sam whispers. I nod and begin the pick the lock.

Within seconds we're in. We turn on our flash lights to guide our way into the dark house, gently locking the door behind us as we search the auction house for the painting. Dean flashes his light up the stairs, finding the painting. We all share a look before running up the spiral stairs, Dean holds the light up as I pull my new butterfly knife from out my boots, flicking it open to cut the painting out.

I rip it out of its frame and hand it to Dean, we then made our way out to the Impala. Driving a little further down the stretch, Dean then pulls into a empty lot. The three of us get out as Dean rests the painting on the ground. I go around to baby's trunk to get the light fluid, then drenching the painting with the accelerant.

"Ugly ass thing" I mutter grimacing as Sam shines the light on the painting. "If you ask me, we're doing the art world a favor" Dean mutters back snorting as I flick my lighter, the flame bursting through the mouth. "Ain't that the truth" Sam agrees, I toss the lit lighter onto the painting, the entire canvas bursts into flames.

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"We got a problem, I can't find my wallet" Dean says panicked as me and Sam pack our clothes the next morning, ready to leave town. "How is that our problem?" Sam asks him sarcastically. "Because I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night" Dean responds shakily. My eyes snap over to him, "You're kidding, right?" I ask him shocked, praying he's joking. Sams expression mirrors mine.

Dean shakes his head, putting on his jacket quickly. "No. I mean, it's got my prints and my ID- Well, my fake ID anyway" He points out. "But, we gotta get it before somebody else finds it. Come on" Dean adds urgently. Me and Sam share a look of disbelief as we throw our jackets on quickly, rushing out of the motel room.

Now back at the auction warehouse, the boys and I search around the areas we were last night. Making sure not to draw too much attention to ourselves. "How do you lose your wallet, Dean?" I grumble at him annoyed. Dean just shrugs as we look around. "Hey guys" We hear a familiar voice behind us, startling us all.

We turn around to see Sarah, Sam with a box in his hand, rests it down quickly. "Sarah, hey" Sam smiles as me and Dean try to act casual. I feel something below my right boot when I turn around, I look down to see it's Deans wallet. I kneel down and pretend I'm tying my shoelaces, picking it up in a swift motion.

"What are you doing here?" She asks us sweetly. "Oh. Uh-" Sam turns and looks at us when I stand back up, a pleading look on his face that says, 'Help me out here'. We just shrug, not knowing what to say. I nudge Dean with my elbow, his eyes snapping to me. I hand the wallet behind my back and he smirks. "We- We are leaving town. And, you know, we came to say goodbye." Sam lies terribly.

Me and Dean groan at this, "Oh. What're you talking about Sam? We're sticking around for at least another day or two" Dean chimes in, I nod agreeing. Sam looks at us confused. "Sam, by the way, I'm gonna go ahead and give you that 20 bucks I owe you" Dean pulls out his wallet and digging into it, indicating we found the wallet

"He always forgets, you know. He wouldn't know the difference between his head and his ass sometimes if it weren't for me" I add jokingly smiling, looping my arm through his, to aid into the whole act of us being a couple. Realization dawns on Sam's face as Dean pulls out the twenty dollar bill. "True that" Dean agrees chuckling. "There you go" He hands Sam the bill, which he snatches.

"Well, we'll leave you two crazy kids alone. We gotta do something...somewhere..." Dean tries to lie our way out of this lamely. I chuckle, flashing Sarah a wink, my eyes darting between her and Sam suggestively. She returns the wink, a blush prominent on her face. "Come on, sweetheart" Dean wraps his arm around my waist as we walk out of the room.

"You are so not slick" I whisper to Dean as we walk to Baby. "I can be, gotta make him feel awkward" He retorts smirking. I shake my head laughing, my eyes flicking down to his hand that's still around my waist and back up to his eyes. "Oh, sorry" He chuckles awkwardly, removing his arm from around my waist, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's fine" I assure him, smiling. He smiles back, clearing his throat. We both lean against Baby and my mind plays back to the other night when we almost kissed, my heart pounding through my chest. "So um...about the other n-" Dean goes to start talking about what I presume is about the night we almost kissed but Sam comes running out of the house, almost tripping over himself, "GUYS!" He yells urgently.

This makes Dean groan in annoyance, "What? What's wrong?" I ask him concerned at the way he sounded. "The painting, it's still in the building!" He says urgently. We all share a stunned look, jumping into baby so we can talk in private. "I don't understand, guys. We burned the damn thing" Sam says. "Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious" Dean huffs sarcastically, making Sam roll his eyes.

"Alright, we just need to figgier out another way to get rid of it....Any ideas fellas?" I try to defuse the panic. "Okay, alright. Well, I'm, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings, it's always the paintings subject that haunts them." Sam tells us. "Yeah? We need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy ass family in that creepy ass painting" Dean says. "What were their names again?" I ask Sam.

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We decide to hit the local library and dig up any information we can find on the Merchant family. The librarian, an old balding man with Harry Potter like glasses, sets down a dusty old book on the table, "You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?" He asks us to be sure. "Yeah, that's right" Sam confirms. "I dug up every scrap of local history I could find" He tells us excitedly as Dean walks towards us.

Reading a graphic novel, chuckling to himself. "So, uh, are you kids crime buffs?" He asks us curiously. "Kind of" I respond vaguely, looking at both of the boys. "Yeah, why do you ask?" Dean asks him. "Well..." The librarian begins, holding up an old news paper from 1904 with the Headline being,

'New Titanic Sinks. 1304 Persons Go To A Watery Grave' with a article next to it saying.

'Father Slaughters Family, Kills Self'.

"Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right" Dean says as squint my eyes to read the article. "The whole family was killed?" Sam asks him surprised. "It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself. Now, he was a barber by trade. Used a straight razor" The man explains the case to us in a fascinated tone.

"Why'd he do it?" I ask him curiously. "Well, let's look" He says, turning the paper around to read the article. "People who knew him described Isaiah as having stern and harsh temperament." He begins to read, the boys and I share a look as he continues to read.

"Controlled his family with an iron fist. Wife, two sons, adopted daughter. There were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave. Uh, you know, which, of course, in that day and age- Um, so instead, old man Isaiah, well, he gave them all a shave" The man explains in a funny manner, laughing at his last comment.

Dean chuckles at his comment as me and Sam look at him blankly. His smile drops and he clears his throat, "Did he say what happened to the bodies?" Dean asks him. "Just that they were cremated" The librarian says. Well shit. The boys and I sigh disappointed because this is gonna be much harder than we I initially thought. "Anything else?" Sam asks him.

"Yeah, actually. I found a picture of the family. It's right here somewhere" He says, digging through the old book. "Right. Here it is." He says, opening the book to reveal the almost identical picture as the portrait. My breath hitches when I see the picture.

Me and Sam share a look when we stare at the picture.I'm pretty sure the painting back at the house, the dad was looking down at the little girl in it, but this one, the dad is looking out.

"Hey, could we get a copy of this, please?" I ask the old man kindly. "Hmm, sure" He says a bit confused but does so.

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Now back at the motel room, Sam sitting next to me at the table while Dean sits across from us. I turn to copy of the picture towards Dean. "I'm telling you, guys. I'm sure of it. Painting at the auction house. Dad is looking down. Painting here, Dads looking out. The painting has changed fellas" I try to convince Dean, Sam taking my side.

"I saw it too man. We're not crazy" Sam agrees. So you guys think Daddy Dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Colombian neckties like he did with his family?" Dean says questionable. "Yeah, it seems like it" Sam says as I nod. "But if his bones are already dusted, how are we gonna stop him?" I ask them.

Dean takes the picture up to look at it, "Alright, well if Isaiah's position changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well. You know, it could give us some clues" Dean suggests. "What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?" Sam asks. Dean looks up at us confused.

"I don't know. I'm just still waiting for the movie on that one" He says sheepishly. We shake our heads. "Anyway, we gotta get back in  tomorrow and see that painting" I say, getting up and going over to the bed. I plop myself on it, ready to hit the sack. Dean follows behind me, "Which is a good thing because you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend" He teases his brother, plopping next to me.

I chuckle as he mocks Sam. "Dude, enough already" Sam groans exasperated. "What?" Dean says innocently, crossing his arms over his chest as I push myself up to brace against the headboard. "What? Ever since we got here, you two have been trying to pimp me out to Sarah" Sam says annoyed, his voice raising.

"Just back off, all right?" He huffs. "Well, you like her, don't you?" I ask him. He sighs, looking up at the ceiling in annoyance, not answering. "Alright, you like her, she likes you, you're consenting adults" I grin widely, nodding my head suggestively. "What's the point, Y/N? We'll just leave. We always leave" Sam snaps, becoming more agitated.

"We're not talking about marriage, Sam" Dean says, chuckling along with me at Sam's outburst. Dean closes his eyes and leans his head against the headboard. "You know what, I don't get it. Why do you guys care if I hook up?" Sam defends, his tone sounding a little sad. "Because then you wouldn't be so cranky all the time" Dean shoots back calmly, opening one eye to look at Sam.

Sam huffs in frustration and lets out a scoff. My mouth is agape when he says this, "Dude!" I smack his arm. "Ow! What?" Dean groans, clutching his arm. "Too far man" I grumble lowly, shooting him a warning look.  Deans eyes flicker to Sam, he then sighs and gets up, leaning forward on the edge of the bed when he notices Sam's expression.

"You know, seriously Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you" Dean says. Sam shakes his head, scratching it. "And I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right?" Dean says calmly. Sams eyes snap over to us at the mention of Jessica.

"Now, I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that...but I would think that she would want you to be happy" I say in a calm respectful genuine manner. Tears welling up in Sam's eyes. My heart pangs, knowing that he's holding back because of how he lost Jessica. I sigh sadly. "And god forbid, have fun once in a while, wouldn't she?" I say softly, resting my hand on his shoulder.

He smiles softly at what I assume is probably a memory of Jess, "Yeah, I know she would" He says softly. I offer him a small smile which he returns. Sighing he admits, "Yeah you guys are right, part of this is about Jessica. But not the main parts". Sam says. "What's it about?" Dean asks. Sam looks down and doesn't answer.

"Yeah, alright" Dean scoffs, laying back down on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest as he closes his eyes. "We still gotta get that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah, so..." I say to Sam, he nods understandably, picking up his phone to dial Sarah's number.

He clears his throat as he puts the phone to his ear, "Sarah, hey, it's Sam." Sam begins awkwardly, Dean opens one of his eyes to look at Sam, keeping one closed. "Hey, Hi....Good. Good, yeah. Um, what about you?" He smiles. I chuckle at his stuttering, "Smooth" Dean whispers sarcastically to his brother. I shake my head smiling as Sam glares at Dean.

"So, uh...So listen, me, my brother and his girlfriend were, uh, thinking.." He stutters again, me and Dean roll our eyes at his awkwardness. "...that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again. I think maybe we are interested in buying it" Sam says, he then gets up from his chair suddenly.

Me and Dean push ourselves up when we see the urgency in his face, "Wait. What? Who'd you sell it to?" He asks her. "Sarah, I need an address right now" Sam says in a serious tone as we all look at each other panicked.

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We pull up across the street from the house that Sarah gave us the address to. All rushing out of the car, we see Sarah jump out of hers. "Sam, what's happening?" She asks Sam in a panicked tone. "I told you, you shouldn't have come" He said in a warning tone as we all run up the stairs to the porch, Sarah running behind.

"Hello. Anybody home?" I yell as I bang the door with my fist. "You said Evelyn might be in danger. What kind do danger?" Sarah asks us. Dean tries to kick the door down but it's too strong. "I can't knock this down" Dean groans. "You gotta pick it" He says turning to me. I nod, pulling my lock pick out of my wallet.

I kneel down and begin picking the door as Sam goes over to the window. "What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah says fearfully, going over to Sam. "I wish it's that simple. Look, you really should wait in the car. It's for your own good" Sam says to her. I finally get the door unlocked and push it in.

"The hell I will. Evelyn's a friend" Sarah growls running in behind us. In any other situation I would've laughed at this and cheered her on for standing her ground. But nows not the time. "Evelyn?" Sarah calls out for her. "Evelyn" Sam calls out. We walk in to see a woman sat at the couch in the large living room, her back to us.

She isn't moving and doesn't respond. "Evelyn?" Sarah calls for her again but no response. We look up to see the creepy ass portrait sat at the top of the fireplace, the father looking down at the daughter. The boys and I share a skeptical look as we walk towards her. "Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake. Are you alright?" Sarah goes to put her hand on her shoulder.

"Sarah, no. Sarah don't!" I try to warn her but it's too late. Evelyn's head comes rolling back, her throat slit to the point she's nearly decapitated. Sarah lets out a terrified scream as Sam hold her, trying to pull her out of the room. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" She screams, gasping in terror as Sam takes her out. I look back up at the painting to see the father move his head, now looking back out at us.

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The next morning, we're back at our motel room. Sam is pacing nervously as we wait for Sarah to get back from the police station. "She wont sell us out, Sam" I try to assure him. "How're you so sure?" He huffs. "Call it intuition" I shrug. We hear a knocking at the door. Sam quickly opens it and in walks a angry Sarah, "Hey, you alright?" Sam asks her concerned.

"No, actually. I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's ALONE and found her like that" She says annoyed. "Thank you" Sam says gratefully. "Don't thank me. I'm about to call em right back if you don't tell me what the hells going on. Who's killing these people?" She threatens. Sam sighs, looking over at me and Dean, sat at the table.

We both give him a look that says, 'Give her the talk'. "What" Sam says plainly. "What?" Sarah asks confused. "It's not 'who'. It's 'what' is killing those people" Sam says vaguely. She looks still confused. "Sarah, you saw that painting move." Sam says. Sarah scoffs, shaking her head. "No. No. I was- I was seeing things. It's impossible" She denies.

"Yeah, well welcome to our world" Dean says to her, flashing her a small smug smile. Her face contorted with disbelief. "Sarah, I know this sounds crazy...but we think that that painting is haunted" Sam tells her honestly. Tears wells in her eyes but she cries to smile it away, "You're joking" She says to us.

The seriousness of the situation didn't leave our faces and her smile dropped. "You're not joking" She sighs, terrified. "God, the guys I go out with" She shakes her head. "I get it, hun." I snort, agreeing with her. Dean cocks his eyebrow at me and I shrug innocently. He smirks, shaking his head. "Sarah, think about it. Evelyn, the Telescas, they both had the painting. And there have been others before that. Where ever this thing goes, people die." Sam tries to reason with her, her gaze down at her shoes.

"We're just trying to stop it. And that's the truth" Sam adds genuinely. She nods, looking back up at Sam. "Well, then I guess you better show me. I'm coming with you" She insists, "What? No, Sarah. No. You should just go home. This stuff could get dangerous" Sam tries to warn her. "...and I don't want you to get hurt" He admits lowly, a awkward smile on his face.

Me and Dean share an amused look when he says this, small smirks on our faces. "Look, you guys are probably crazy, but I'd you're right about this. Well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might've gotten these people killed" She says. "I'm not saying I'm not scared because I am scared as hell, but I'm not gonna run and hide either" She admits determined, walking over to the door.

"So are we going or what?" Sarah asks us, walking out the door. Me and Dean smirk at her clap back to Sam. I smile a little at her fearlessness, admitting she's scared but willing to do whatever it takes to make sure other people don't get hurt. It's admirable. "Sam" Dean calls out to Sam. He turns to us.

"Marry that girl" He says firmly, pointing at the door, an amused look on his face. I chuckle, "If you don't, I will" I add jokingly, punching Sam lightly on his shoulder, making Dean laugh. He scoffs, rolling his eyes at our untimely humor.

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Now back at Evelyn's house, Sam begins picking the lock. "Uh, isn't this a crime scene?" Sarah asks us fearfully. "Well, you already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?" I say, giving her a smile. She smiles back mc shaking her head as Dean flicks his knife open and glides it along the door, cutting the police tape.

When we get into the house, Sam dismounts the painting from the fireplaces placing it on the couch infront of us to get a proper look at it as I compare the differences using the picture from the library. "Aren't you worried that it's gonna, you know, kill us?" Sarah asks us cautiously. "No, it seems to do it's thing at night. I think we're all right in the daylight" Sam tells her.

I notice that the razor in the picture is closed but in the portrait it's opened. I point to it to show Dean, "Fellas, check it out. The razor, it's, uh, it's closed but it's open in that one" I tell them, handing Dean the picture. Dean shows Sam, "What are you guys talking about?" Sarah asks us.

"Well if the spirit's changing aspects of the painting, maybe it's doing so for a reason" Dean explains. "Hey, hey. Look at this. The painting in the painting" Sam points out, holding up the picture to the painting. The painting in the picture from the library was a simple landscape but the portrait was different.

"It's like a crypt or a mausoleum or something" Dean says. I squint and take a closer look. "There's something written on the crypt" I say, taking up an ashtray from the table and using the bottom of it to magnify the painting of the painting in the portrait. "Merchant" I read aloud that's written on the crypt, looking up at the boys.

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Later that evening, we tried every cemetery in town looking for that crypt. "This is the third boneyard we've checked" Dean says annoyed. "Yeah. I think this ghost is jerking us around" I scoff as Dean nods in agreement. "So, this is what you guys do for a living?" I hear Sarah ask Sam.

"Not exactly. We don't get paid" He responds jokingly. "Well, mazel tov" She says back. As we walk through, I see a crypt like the one from the painting. "Over there" Dean notices it, we all walk towards the old crypt, 'Merchant' written on the top in capital letters. I hand Dean the bolt cutters and he gets to work.

He cuts the bolts and kicks the gate in, dust rattling off the gate. We all cough as we walk in, headstones on the wall with names from the Merchant family. "Okay, that right there is the creepiest thing I've seen" Sarah says, pointing to the doll and stuffed animal that's in a glass case in the wall. "It was, uh, sort of a tradition at the time" I point out to her.

"Yeah, whenever a child dies, sometimes they preserve the kids' favorite toy in a glass case. Put it next to the headstone or crypt" He further explains. I notice there's only four urns when there should be five. "You guys notice anything strange here?" I ask them. "Uhh, where do I start" Sarah says sarcastically, making Sam smile.

"I don't think that's what she means. Look at the urns" Dean says, realizing where I'm coming from. "Yeah, there are only four" Realization dawns on Sam, his smile dropping. "Yeah, mom and the three kids" I say nodding. "Daddy dearest isn't here" Dean adds. "So where is he?" Sam asks.

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"So what exactly is your boyfriend doing in there?" Sarah asks me as we wait outside of the police station for Dean to get back. "Searching county deaths certificates. To learn what happened to Isaiah's body" I tell her as I take a drag from my cigarette. "Dean's not my boyfriend by the way" I inform her. "Really?" She asks surprised. "Mhhhmm" I respond, blowing the smoke out the corner of my lip.

"Could've sworn he was by the way he looks at you" Sarah says still surprised. My heart skips a beat at this but I chuckle, shaking my head, "Ha, please. It was probably the food he was shoveling down his mouth" I joke. Sam rolls his eyes at my comment. "Yeah, right. 'The food' " He snorts air quoting, I flip him the bird glaring at him as he smirks.

Sarah laughs at this. "How'd he even get in the door?" She asks curiously, me and Sam share a amused look. "Lying and subterfuge, mostly" Sam jokes. He looks at her studying her face. "You have, a, um..." He says, pointing to his face. "You have an eyelash on your...." Her face drops as he tries to wipe her face. "Uh, no, your right- You know what?" He says awkwardly.

They both laugh, a genuine smile on Sams face. "Do you mind if I-?" He asks her gently. I chuckle and shake my head at their awkwardness. "No" She smiles as Sam takes the eyelash off her face. "Okay. Okay I got it" He says, smiling and laughing. He puts his finger infront of her lips and says, "Make a wish" She laughs, looking deeply into Sam's eyes before blowing the eyelash off his finger.

I smirk proudly at their cute interaction, my little Sammy is moving on slowly but surely. Their body language tells me that Sarah wants to talk to him privately. I clear my throat awkwardly, breaking their heated eye-contact, their gazes snapping to me. "I'm gonna, go wait in the car" I say, flicking my cigarette in the trash. I smile at Sarah, flashing her a wink and she gives me a grateful smile.

I jump in the drivers seat of the Impala, opening the glove compartment to look through Deans cassette tapes to play some tunes. "Jesus Dean, I love classic rock too but this is just the greatest hits of the mullet rock" I mutter to myself as I rummage through the tapes. My heart stops when I pull out a personalized cassette tape from the box with a crown doodled in on top, labeled, 'Princess' Hits".

I place the rest of the tapes back inside of the glove compartment and push the tape into the deck cassette player. I thought my cheeks were gonna burst from smiling when 'Livin On A Prayer' by Bon Jovi started to play on his tape.

'Once upon a time

Not so long ago'

'Tommy used to work on the docks'

'Unions been on strike'

'He's down on his luck... it's tough, so tough'

'Gina works the diner all day'

'Working for her man, she brings home her pay'

'For love - for love'

He hates Bon Jovi, sure there are some choice songs he doesn't mind from the band but I always loved Bon Jovi, which he constantly nagged me about. Always said I have 'Questionable taste in music'. Fuck, he made a tape with some of my favorite songs. Jesus, I think I'm gonna cry. I chuckle as I start singing along to the song,

'She says we've got to hold on to what we've got'

'Cause it doesn't make a difference'

'If we make it or not'

'We've got each other and that's a lot'

'For love - well give it a shot'

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Third Person POV

When Y/N walks off and makes her way to the Impala, Sarah turns back to Sam. "I like her. She's sweet" She chuckles as Sam nods smiling, "Yeah, Y/N's like my sister. She's a character by herself" He compliments in a good way, chuckling and shaking his head. Sarah sighs, "Sam, can I ask you something?" She asks him.

"Yeah, sure" Sam says. "I don't mean to be forward, but a girl could wait here forever" She says laughing. Sam looks down shyly, "Is there something here between us? Or am I delusional?" Sarah asks Sam. "You're not delusional" He assures her. "But there's a 'but' coming" She points out knowingly. "But...I don't think this would be a good idea" He says.

Sarah heart pangs, "Can I ask why?" She questions. "Because I like you" Sam sighs. Her face contorts in confusion at this. "Wait, you lost me" She says smiling. Sam chuckles, looking down, "Look, it's hard to explain. I-. It's just that when people are around me. I don't know, they get hurt" Sam says honestly.

"What do you mean?" She asks. "I mean, like, physically hurt. With what my brother, y/n and I do, it's....." He trails off, looking down before sighing, his mind flashing to Jessica. "Sarah...I had a girlfriend" He admits, his voice low. Sarah nods encouragingly, "But she died. And my mom died too. And y/n's mom" He opens up.

Sarah has sympathy in her eyes as Sam explains, "I don't know, it's like....It's like I'm cursed or something. Like death just follows me around" He sighs as Sarah listens, "Look, I'm not scared of much. But if I let myself have feelings for anybody-" He begins but Sarah cuts him off.

"You're scared they get hurt too" She finishes. Sam nods, "That's very sweet. And very archaic" She adds, Sams head snapping in her direction. "I'm sorry?" He asks confused. "Look, I'm a big girl, Sam. It's not your job to make decisions for me. There's always a chance of getting hurt" She says firmly.

"I'm not talking about a broken heart and a gun of Hagen Dazs. I'm talking life or death" Sam defends. "And tomorrow I can get hit by a bus. That's what life is" She counters. Sarah sighs, "Look, I know losing somebody you love, it's terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know." She says comfortingly.

"But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else too" She adds. "Sarah, you don't understand, the pain that I went through..." Sam says scoffing, "I can't go through it again. I can't" He finishes, tears welling up in both of their eyes.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dean pops in. They didn't notice Dean walking out of the station in the midst of their deep conversation. "No" "Not at all" Sam and Sarah say in unison, trying to cover up their expressions. "Huh. Apparently." He says ironically, knowing they're full of crap.

"Where's Y/N?" He asks them, looking around for her. "She went to wait in the car." Sarah tells him, pointing to the Impala across the street where Y/N is currently listening to the cassette Dean made with her favorite songs. "So, what'd you get?" Sam asks him. "Pay dirt." Dean begins, holding up a paper with the information of Isaiah Merchants disposal.

"Apparently the surviving relatives of the Merchant Family were so ashamed of Isaiah that they didn't want him interred with the rest family. So they handed him over to the county. Counry gave him a paupers funeral. Economy style. Turns out he wasn't cremated. He was buried in a pine box" Dean explains smirking.

"So there are bones to burn" Sam says. "There are bones to burn" Dean repeats in confirmation. "Tell me you know where" Sam says, Dean smiles cheekily as he looks between them.

They all walk over to the Impala to see Y/N banging her head along to the beat of 'Dream On' by Aerosmith. Dean knocks on the window making her jump. She huffs, holding her hand over her chest and turns off the music. "Don't do that dude!" She exclaims rolling down the window as Dean laughs, jumping into the passenger seat while Sam and Sarah jump in the back.

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It's now nightfall. They explained everything to Y/N who was relieved at the fact. Sam, Dean and Y/N are digging up Isaiah Merchant grave as Sarah holds a flashlight down the hole for them to see. The trio grunting as they shovel out the dirt. Sam pants as he pushes himself out of the hall, back onto the ground next to Sarah.

"You guys seems to be uncomfortably comfortable with this" Sarah says as Sam lets out a breath. "Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug" He admits as Sarah shakes her head. "Still think I'm a catch?" He asks her ironically. Y/N knocks her shovel into the dirt when she hits something hard, "I think I got something, fellas" She calls out to them.

"On three" Dean says panting, she nods. Both counting to three before striking their shovels into the pine box, breaking it open to reveal the skeleton of Isaiah Merchant. They push themselves up back above ground. Dean then grabs the salt, matches and accelerant from his duffel bag, handing Y/N the matches and Sam the accelerant.

He salts the corpse as Sam douses it in fluid. Sarah looks on in horror as they do this. "You been a real pain in the ass, Isaiah" Y/N says, sticking the match. "Good riddance" Dean adds. Y/N snorts as she throws the lit match onto the corpse, igniting it into flames. The four watch as the corpse burns in the dark cemetery.

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"Keep the motor running" Sam tells Dean as they pull up to Evelyn's house. "I thought the painting was harmless now" Sarah says when Sam moves to get out of the car. He turns to her in the backseat, "Better safe than sorry. We're gonna bury the sucker" He tells her, "I'm wanna come with you" She says, moving to get out with Sam. "You sure?" He asks her. "Yeah" She nods, jumping out and walking up the porch.

Dean and Y/N share a look, "Hey, hey, hey" Y/N calls out to Sam. "We'll stay here. You go make your move" She whispers to him. Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes and getting out of the car. "Sam. We're serious" Dean mutters but Sam ignores him. They chuckle as Dean puts on the music from the cassette tape that Y/N found, 'Dream On' by Aerosmith blurring from the deck.

Sam, who's up on the porch, turns with an annoyed expression in his face towards his brother. He opens his arms in a, 'What the hell man?!' motion. He makes a signal for Dean to cut the song off. Dean rolls his eyes, taking the tape out. He felt caught red handed when he realized that the tape Y/N was banging her head along to earlier was the one he made of her favorite songs.

"You found the tape" Dean turns to Y/N, a tinge of pink on his cheeks. Her heart skips a beat when he says this, a guilty look on her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop. I just wanted Sam and Sarah to have a moment alone and I-" She goes to explain but he laughs, cutting her off.

"Relax princess. I meant to show it to you. I thought maybe you'd think it was cheesy." He admits, looking down sheepishly at the tape in his hand. "It's a sweet gesture" She smiles, taking it from his hand and sliding the tape back into the deck. All of this really making Y/N wonder if Dean did reciprocate the feelings she had for him. Was it really possible? She couldn't fathom the fact of him feeling that way about her.

Meanwhile Dean was embarrassed that Y/N found his tape he made. Scared she'd think it was weird, not realizing that it actually touched her heart. No one has really done something so thoughtful for her, even though he didn't show it to her directly yet, he still had the intent but was too afraid of what she might think. Y/N suddenly begins to feel the familiar chills at the back of her neck.

"Oh no" She gasps, holding her neck. "What? What's wrong?" Dean turns to her concerned, resting a hand on her shoulder. Their gazes snap to the house when the front door was slammed shut in a loud manner, both sharing a panicked look before practically running out of the car and up the porch. They both try to knock the door down.

"Dean! Y/N! Hey, is that you?!" They hear Sam yell. "Sammy, you alright?!" Dean yells concerned through the door. Y/N's phone rings, she fishes it out of her pocket and answers it, putting it on speaker. "Tell us you slammed the front door" Y/N says fearfully into the phone. "It wasn't me. I think it was the little girl" Sam tells them, looking around inside in panic.

"Girl? What girl?" Dean asks confused. "Yeah, she's out of the painting. I think it might've been her all along" Sam tells them. "Wasn't the dad looking down at her?" Dean asks him as Y/N kneels down, beginning to pick the lock. "Maybe he was trying to warn us." Y/N suggests, jiggling the lock pick in the doorknob. "Hey hey hey, let's recap later, alright? J-just get us out of here" Sam says panicked.

"Well, I'm trying to pick the lock. The door won't budge" Y/N tells Dean fearfully. "The break it down!" Sam tells him. "Okay, genius. Let me grab my battering ram!" Dean retorts. "Guys, the damn thing is coming!" Sam yells. "Well, then you're gonna have to hold it off until we figure something out" Dean tells him. "Get some salt or iron" Y/N instructs him.

Back inside the house, Sam grabs Sarah, "Come on". They begin to search the house in a hurry, "What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low-sodium freaks!" Sam mutters, huffing in irritation. "Hey, you guys find any iron?" He asks Sarah who's rummaging through drawers. "No, what's it for?" She asks him fearfully. "Iron repels evil. But it's got to be pure. Hurry!" He explains, urging her to find something.

"Uh, guys. Give me a sec. Don't go anywhere" Sam says to Dean and Y/N over the phone who are still outside, trying to break any door or window down with no success. Sam rests the phone down and begins to rummage through drawers. "Look in the chair. Sometimes the seats" He instructs Sarah who does so. They hear a loud crash outside, both gasp in shock when the door begin slamming shut in their own.

The room begins to get windy, papers from the desk flying all about. Sarah's face drops when she notices a little girl in a white puffy dress, dragging a doll like the one in the crypt in one hand, a razor in the other. "Sam..." She says fearfully. Sam shields Sarah as the little girl walks closer and closer to them, the wind escalating.

"That is just so wrong" Sarah says, her voice cracking with fear when the little girl disapparates and apparates closer to them. They back into a fireplace, not noticing the hot iron poker sticks behind them. Sams foot knocks against it. When he realizes it's a poker stick, he quickly picks it up and goes charging to the ghost of the little girl who's roaring at them.

The second the iron hits her, she disapparates. Panting in relief, "Iron?" Sarah asks him, nodding towards the poker. "Yeah" He breaths out. Meanwhile, Dean and Y/N who are still unsuccessful at getting in. Y/N snatches the phone from Deans hand, "Sammy, you okay?" She asks Sam shakily, the call still running.

"Yeah, for now" Sam tells her, she and Dean sigh in relief. "How are we gonna waste her?" Dean asks. "I don't know, she was already cremated. There's nothing left to burn" Sam points out. "Then how's she still around?" Y/N asks frustrated. "There must be something else" Sam sighs. A thought runs across Sarah's mind.

"Sam, wait. We used to handle antique dolls at the auction" She tells Sam. "Well that's fascinating, Sarah, but important right now?" He mutters back sarcastically. She rolls her eyes, "Well, back then, they used to make the dolls in the kids image. I mean, everything. Like they use the kids real hair" She explains to him. Sams eyes goes wide.

"Guys, Sarah says the doll might have the girl's hair" Sam tells Dean and Y/N over the phone. "Human remains. Same as bones" He adds, Dean and Y/N share a look. "The mausoleum" The three hunters say in unison. Dean and Y/N jump in the Impala, racing to the mausoleum. Dean wastes no time in ramming Baby's headlights through the gate into the cemetery.

Meanwhile Sam yields the poker in hand, only to be knocked down by a wooden desk that comes charging from one side of the room. He grunts in pain when it does this, Sarah bolting into action. Shaking with fear, she kneels to Sam's side, "Sam! Come on, push! Come on!" She tries to pull the heavy desktop that's crushing him off, not seeing the little girl behind him.

Dean and Y/N pull up to the mausoleum, rushing out of the Impala they pry the doors open to the crypt. They trying banging on the glass case with their fists but it's no use. And idea flashes in Deans mind. "Guns!" He says, pulling out his pistol. Y/N does the same, using the butts on their weapons to knock the glass in but it doesn't work.

Huffing in frustration, Y/N looks down at her gun. Feeling idiotic that they didn't think of just shooting it, "Come on, Dean" She says exasperated, shaking her head. They shield their faces, both shooting a bullet into the glass case. Smiling in victory, they now use the butts of their guns to finish breaking the glass.

Back at the house, Sarah's is thrown across the room by the spirit, both her and Sam groaning in pain. The little girl moving eerily closer to her with the razor in hand as Sarah backs into a corner, terrified. Sam tries to move but a force is keeping him held down, he grunts in pain from the pressure of the force.

Dean is holding up the doll in the crypt as Y/N tries to flick her lighter on nervously. "Come on! Come on!" Dean bellows frustrated. Y/N finally gets the lighter lit, she begins to burn the doll from its hair, the whole doll lighting aflame. Dean tosses it aside the burning doll.

The spirit inches towards Sarah, ready to slash her throat. Sam finally breaks out of its hold, throwing himself onto Sarah to shield her. Before the little girl could slash either of them, she bursts into flames, disapparating into a ball of fire, reappearing back into the painting mounted on the fireplace. They both smile satisfied that Dean and Y/N were successful.

After the two hunters burn the doll, still in the crypt, Y/N pulls out her phone and quickly dials Sams number. Sam answers his phone back at the house, "Sam, you good?" Dean asks him through the speaker. Sam looks at Sarah who's heaving for breath, "Not bad" He responds, sighing he hangs up the phone.

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The next day, they're all back at the auction house. Looking on as two men put the painting into a box. "This was archived in the county records" Dean says, holding up a paper he and Y/N got from the county department. "The Merchants adopted daughter, Melanie" Dean states, reading from the paper. "You know why she was up for adoption? Because her real family was murdered in their beds" Y/N informs them.

Sam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "She killed them?" Sarah asked stunned. "Yeah. Who's suspect her? Sweet little girl" Dean points out. "So then she kills Isaiah and his family. The old man takes the blame. His spirits been trying to warn people every since" Dean pieces the story together for them. "Where's this one go?" One of the men asks Sarah.

"Take it out back and burn it" She tells them plainly. The three hunters look her her surprised, a bit impressed. The men look at her confused, "I'm serious guys. Thanks" She adds, they both shrug, both lifted the painting in the box out of the room. "So why'd the girl do it?" She asks the hunters. "Killing others? Killing herself? Some people are just born tortured, so when they die, their spirits are just as dark" Sam explains.

"Maybe, I don't really care. It's over. We move on" Dean shrugs, Y/N shakes her head at this. "I guess this means you're leaving" Sarah turns to Sam who sighs nodding. He gives his brother and best friend a look that says, 'Beat it'. They both nod, smug smiles on their faces, "We'll go wait in the car." Dean says awkwardly, smiling sheepishly at Sarah. "See you, Sarah" Y/N says sweetly to her.

Sarah returns the smile, reaching over to hug her. Y/N returns the hug, "You stay stunning, Y/N" Sarah tells Y/N sincerely who's smile widens. "Stay gorgeous" She compliments back, giving her a wink. Dean and Y/N walk over to the car, "We're the ones who burnt the doll, destroyed the spirit. Don't thank us or anything" Dean mutters childishly. Y/N nudges him, chuckling. "Don't be a sourpuss, Winchester" She laughs.

As they walk out to the car, "You think he'll do it?" Dean asks Y/N. "What?" She responds cocking her eyebrow in confusion. "Make his move" He states. Y/N snorts, "As much as I'd like to think I know your brother well enough, sometimes he's a wild card" She chuckles, shaking her head as they lean back on the Impala.

Meanwhile, "There are a million things that I want to say to you but for the life of me, I can't think of one" Sarah blurts honestly, causing Sam to chuckle shyly. "Yeah, I'll miss you too" He responds sincerely. "You know, there's a lesson in all of this" Sarah points out. "What's that?" Sam asks curiously. "We all got through this in one piece" She shrugs smiling, he chuckles shaking his head.

"I didn't get hurt" She adds. Sam smiles nodding, "Yeah, I'm glad for that" He says genuinely. "So, maybe you're not cursed....Maybe...." Sarah says suggestively? Her smile dropping when she notices Sam's pitiful expression. Every fiber in Sam wants to be with Sarah, genuinely getting to like her.

But the logical part knows it can never happen with his line of work. He believes can't give her what she deserves. "Maybe you'll come back and see me" She sighs. He nods, "I will" He says genuinely, his tone soft.

Sam exits the auction house, looking a bit troubled. "Guess he didn't" Dean grumbles disappointed, they turn to jump in the Impala. They look back to see Sam hesitantly knocking on the door. Sarah opens the door, a smile on her face, Sam grabs her gently by the neck of her head, locking his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.

Grins spread across their faces as this happens, "That's our boy" Dean says proudly, looking over at Y/N, his mind swirling with remnants of the night they almost kissed recently. "Told you. Wild card" Y/N says, smiling proudly. She locks eyes with Dean, a slight blush rising to her face. Clearing their throats, they jump into the Impala.

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Authors Note: Happy Birthday Sam Winchester! I hurried up and finished this chapter in love of Sammy’s 41st birthday. RIP Sam Winchester, you would’ve loved Misha’s recent comment on Destiel XD. I absolutely LOVED writing this episode. Sarah has a place in my heart, I truly believe she and Sam would've been happy. Reminder that this chapter is unedited. Hope everyone enjoyed!🫶

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Mr. L and Tickles

{fic inspired by this post by @coy-lee! I absolutely love the art they made of the bros and decided to write this!}

Luigi was feeling devious. Maybe it was wrong to do this to his brother considering what the outfit he’s about to put on may cause Mario major stress, but he hoped what he was going to do in the outfit would worry him less. Luigi put on the black shirt and pants, a green bandana around his neck, a mask on his eyes, and his green hat with a backwards L pin slapped over the regular L. He chuckled to himself as he pumped himself up for the prank.

Mario sat in the living room of the bro’s shared house watching tv completely unaware of what was about to happen.

“Hello, Mario..” Luigi- Mr. L said in a menacing voice.

Mario turned his head to behind the couch to the horrifying discovery. His brother had been taken over by his evil counterpart again.

He leapt up from the couch, “Luigi!?”

“Luigi’s not here anymore, only me! The better brother, and the superior brother! Especially superior to you..” Mr. L smirked. (Luigi tried not to laugh.)

“Get out of his head, now!”

“Oh, Mario.. I think you need to calm down a bit. Thankfully, I know just what to do!”

Mario backed away, not knowing what to do. He didn’t wanna hurt him or fight him. Mr. L walked towards Mario around the couch, hands behind his back.

“Luigi, listen, I know you’re in there, fight it please! Fight him! You’re stronger than him, you don’t have to do….. this?..” Mario’s voice faltered as he looked down to Mr. L’s hands.

He whipped them up from behind his back, and began wiggling his fingers, smiling. Mario backed up a bit quicker, completely confused. A blush rose in his cheeks from the motion.

“D-don’t take another step closer. I- I’m warning y-!”

Before Mario could finish that, Mr. L sped walked towards him, and his hands darted to Mario’s sides, scribbling them. Mario gasped, and tried to shove his hands away but they just kept coming back.

“W-WAIT- What are yohohou- you doing?!-” he felt a little smile form, but tried to keep his bubbling laughter down.

“Oh no.. what’s this? Is the hero of the mushroom kingdom a little.. ticklish?~” Mr. L teased.

“Nohoho- NO! I- I’m not! Q-quhihit that!” Mario giggled.

Try as he might, but somehow Mr. L was targeting his ticklish spots perfectly. Mario continued to try and get away, but he just kept following. Until Mario ended up hitting the wall. Then, L attacked.

He gently grabbed Mario away from the wall, turned them around, and pushed him to the ground by his shoulders. He quickly changed positions, grabbing Mario’s arms, pinning them above his head before sitting on them.

It all happened so fast, Mario barely had time to think about it.

“I’ve got you now, Mario!~” Mr. L teased.

“L- Lu! Think about what you’re doing! F-fight it, Luigi!” Mario pleaded.

“Oh I’ve thought about it, and I think Luigi would want me to do this rather than trying to hurt you, now, laugh!”

Mr. L went for Mario’s armpits first, wiggling his fingers in both of them.

“WAIT NOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHA N-NOT THAT PLEHEHEASE! NO TI-TICKLES OH GOHOHOSH!!” Mario threw his head back instantly, giggling madly.

“Muwahaha! Yes tickles!! My what a ticklish hero you are!~”

Mr. L’s fingers skittered down Mario’s ribs, squeezing them rapidly, smiling genuinely at Mario’s laughter. His fingers landed on his tummy that was peeking out from his shirt sending Mario into hysterics.

“NOT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEASE HEHEHEAHAHAHA ITS SO BAD S-STAHAHAP!!”

Mario kicked his feet and twisted as much as he could, but couldn’t escape the determined fingers. Then a finger landed in his belly button and he let out a high pitched screech followed by more high pitched cackles and snorts.

“Ohoho seems I found a good spot! Hahaha, you’re doomed, Mario! Nowhere to go, can’t even cover up your tickle spots, you’re completely at my mercy! Tickle tickle!”

“Also while I have the upper hand here, I heard the silly little fight you bros had earlier and just wanted to remind you.. we both know who’s the superior jumper here, right bro?”

“WHY ARE YOHOHOU DOING THIHIHIS?! LUIHIHIHIGI F-FIGHT IHIHIT!! YOU’RE BRAIN WAHAHAHASHED! MEHEHERCY PLE- EHEHEHEHE!!!”

The fingers then skittered back up to his armpits and squeezed right below them occasionally switching to poke rapidly all over his upper body. Mario wheezed and screamed, kicking his feet and whipping his head around. He opened his tear filled eyes for a moment to see a soft smiling face looking down at him. He knew that smile was Luigi’s. It wasn’t evil, it was genuine and happy. Was Luigi pranking him just so he could do this? Mario couldn’t look any longer for he squeezed his eyes shut again letting out a loud snort as his belly was tickled again.

Luigi wanted to keep up the Mr. L persona for a bit longer just because it was fun, but Mario’s laughter went silent, so he decided to give him mercy.

As Mario recovered from the tickle attack, Mr. L removed his mask.

“Hehe! Just kidding, tadaaa!! It’s just Luigi haha!!” Luigi exclaimed, very proud of himself.

Mario brought his arms down when Luigi scooted off them. He panted, trying to get his breath back.

“Ah… just.. Luigi huh?..” he huffed, slightly unamused.

He slowly sat up, and turned his head to look at Luigi, “meno male.. that’s good news! That means you were in full control of yourself and knew exactly what you were doing the whole time..~”

Luigi gulped, “uh.. heheh y-yeah..”

Mario spun around, a wicked smirk on his face, “and you knew there would be consequences, right little bro?”

Luigi’s eyes widened, and he tried to get up and run, but Mario tackled him and straddled his legs.

“Wait, M-MaRIO I’M SORRY PLE-HEHEHE OH NOHOHO!” Luigi was cut off by Mario squeezing his ribs.

“How dare you trick me like that! What a cruel prank to play on your poor, innocent big brother! I’m sorry but you know the rules, fratellino.~ So if you wanna play, I’ll play too, Weegee!~” Mario teased as his little trickster brother wiggled in his grasp.

Mario went for Luigi’s belly, skating his fingers all over it, and going up his sides.

“Kitchy kitchy coo!! Aww what a ticklish little brother I have here!~”

Luigi threw his head back, snorting, “MAHAHAHA- HAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOHOHORE I’M SORRYHEHEHE!”

Mario just shook his head, smiling, then got an idea..

He scooted down on his legs a bit more, pulled up Luigi’s shirt, grabbed his arms pinning them, and blew a huge raspberry right on his belly button.

Luigi snapped his eyes open and absolutely screamed.

“MARIO N-NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! OH NOHOHOHO NO RASPBEHEHERRIES PLEHEHEASE!” Luigi pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Mario simply continued unloading raspberry after raspberry on Luigi’s tummy. Luigi kicked his legs as much as he could, but Mario had him pinned at the thighs making mobility difficult.

“Now, tell me who the best brother in the whole world is.. and I might give you mercy,~” Mario teased.

“Y-YOHOHOU ARE YOU AHAHAHARE PLEHEHEASE ITS SO BAHAHAHAD!!”

“Wow, that was quick, I don’t think you’ve ever surrendered that fast! Alright, alright, I’m done. Now, what did you learn?” Mario smiled.

Luigi huffed between loud giggles, “tohoho not prank yohohou..”

“Mhm. So, you won’t do it ever again right, bro?”

Luigi knew he was bound to get himself screwed with this, but, fuck it.

“…oh absolutely.. not! You’re so gullible it’s so easy to prank y- OHOHOU AAAA OKAY HAHAHA I’M SORRY I’M SORRYHEHEHE!!” as he expected, he was cut off by Mario digging into his hips.

Mario grinned as Luigi fell back into hysterics, “well, seems I’m not done with you, yet, Weeg. Round two for yoooou!~”

Luigi knew he would be there for a while.