#i look at her and can't shake off the feeling that it SHOULD be Ruby

[podraje]

Francesca is so beautiful and kind, I want to marry her.

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - 6. The Adults are Talking

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: Sugar finds her voice amongst the people who want to see her fail.

Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Office sex, Breeding kink, Sugar's parents are the worst and treat her like garbage, Sugar finally finds her voice and stands up to her father, Some angst, No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: And here we go, the chapter where Sugar and Joel finally face off with her parents. This does edge onto angst, as I really wanted to showcase just how Sugar's upbringing really affected her mental health, and how she overcomes it. I cried writing this chapter, because I know how it feels to have people in your life just waiting for you to fuck up, and it's something Sugar has had to deal with all of her life. Honestly, this chapter makes me nervous because I know you all are expecting all of the fluff and smut that Joel and Sugar should be having, but I promise this will probably be the only chapter with heavy stuff. It'll be smooth sailing after this!

"So, I heard an interesting rumor floating around the club lately."

"Good morning to you too, Mother," you mutter, keeping your eyes on the road. "Who's the poor unfortunate soul this time?"

There's a brief pause before your mom responds, her voice almost hesitant. "Well, darling, you know I usually don't pay attention to the ladies and their gossip, but-"

"Just tell me already, Mom!" you exclaim, turning into the office parking lot.

"Well," she starts, "I heard that Joel Miller has gotten himself a... what do you call them? A Sugar Baby? Marcia told me that Lenore from Neiman Marcus said they had-" she clears her throat, "sex," she whispers, "in the dressing room! How scandalous! I heard she's a pretty little young thing! I swear, if that was my daughter, I would die of embarrassment!"

You slam on the brakes suddenly, your eyes widening in shock. Someone honks behind you in response, but you can't pay it any mind. The blood rushes to your ears as you start to hyperventilate.

"Sugar? Are you there? Is it true? Have you noticed anything at work lately?" you hear your mother from across the line. "Hello?!"

You take a deep breath, pulling into the nearest empty stall. "I'm here, Mom," you say shakily, cutting the ignition and resting your head on the steering wheel.  

"Well, it's shameful, that sort of behavior," your mom continues, "It's a good thing your father and I raised you right!" she tsks, and you imagine her shaking her head in disgust as she inspects her nails. "Besides, I have nothing to worry about when it comes to you, baby."

That's what gets your attention. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, come on, baby. That kind of behavior isn't something I would associate with you," she coos, "besides, the girl they said Joel was with was really pretty-"

"Are you implying that I'm not attractive enough for someone like Joel?" you ask incredulously, your hands gripping the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white. "What if that girl in the rumor was me, Mom? What then? Would you actually die from embarrassment?"

"... but it wasn't you, Sugar. I raised you better than that, no matter how pretty you could be. I mean, if you just weren't so plain, maybe I would believe that it was you that was in that dressing room with him, but those kinds of girls, baby, that ain't you-"

"Mom," you sigh, feeling the impending headache that usually accompanies conversations with her, "I'm hanging up now."

"Wait!" your mom sputters, "Don't forget about the dinner tonight!"

"What dinner?"

"Oh, don't tell me you forgot!" your mother exclaims, a hint of outrage in her voice. "It's our Ruby wedding anniversary! I sent you an invite. How could you forget? Your father is looking forward to seeing you. Now that you have your big girl job and live on your own, acting like we don't exist. You would think after paying for your education, you would be more grateful-"

"Fine, Mom, I'll be there! What time is it?" you cut her off, the tears already forming at the corner of your eyes. You don't want to be subjected to another one of her guilt trips, fully aware that she'll win, every time. "And I assume it'll be cocktail attire?"

"Oh, yes," your mother purrs, "At 6. I'll make sure the caterers add a place setting for you. Do you need to borrow anything of mine to wear? I'm not sure if you were able to shed those ten pounds I've been telling you to lose. I don't know if anything I have would fit those hips of yours-"

"Two."

"What was that, darling?" you take note of the hesitation in your mother's voice.

"Tell the caterers to put two more settings at the table, Mom."

"Why?" your mother asks, clearly in shock. "Sugar, are you seeing someone? Who is it? Is it someone we know?"

"I guess you'll have to wait to find out," you say, a hint of satisfaction in your tone. "See you at 6!" you say hurriedly, hanging up before she could pry further.  

"Fuck." You mutter, slamming your head against the steering wheel once more. "Fuck my life."

Groaning, you snatch up your phone and purse, slamming the door of your Tesla as you stride into the office. With a determined look etched on your face, you attempt to breeze past Connie, resolute in avoiding another interrogation as you navigate down the hall.

"Good morning, Sugar!" she chirps. "So, about yesterday-"

"Not now, Connie!" you mutter, briskly pushing past her, laser-focused on reaching Joel's office. He's already at his desk, his gaze intensely fixed on his iPad, an apple pencil dangling from his mouth as he reviews schematics. You slam his office door behind you, his eyes darting toward you as you drop your purse on the floor. You discard your blazer, shove his office chair back, and settle onto his lap. Burying your face into his neck, the tears you've been holding back start to flow earnestly from your eyes.

Joel's arms instinctively wrap around you, drawing you close as he gently pulls back to get a good look at your face. "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asks, his face etched with genuine concern. "Did Connie corner you in the lounge again? I swear Tess gave her the warning of a lifetime yesterday-"

"Are you busy tonight?" you cut him off, gasping for air, the weight of anxiety from your mother's conversation finally sinking in. "I know this is really last minute, but my mother-"

"Baby," Joel repeats, his hands firm on your arms, steadying you. "Breathe. What happened?"

"They know, everyone in Austin knows about us," you admit with a sniffle. "My mother called, mentioning that her friends at the club were gossiping about you having a sugar baby, and I completely forgot it's my parents' wedding anniversary tonight. I might have told her to add another place setting for you..." you stammer, "... and now I have nothing to wear. I can't borrow anything from her because I didn't lose the ten pounds she asked me to"

"Easy, Sugar," Joel murmurs, his lips grazing your forehead as his hands trace up your arms, providing a soothing touch. "Start from the top," he suggests, leaning back in his chair and gently pulling you against his chest, his fingers rhythmically rubbing your back. "You spoke to your mother today, and she mentioned a rumor going around about us, right?"

"Lenore might have let slip to one of her clients about our... moment in the dressing room," you confess against his chest.

You feel him sigh deeply, the gentle rumble of his chest against your face. "If they only knew that wasn't the case," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. "You know that, right? You're everything to me, baby. You ain't no sugar baby, not to me."

"I know, Joel," you reply with a tiny sob. "It doesn't mean it hurts any less, though. It's like they want to see us fail, see me fail."

Joel pulls you away again, a serious look in his eyes. "Are you ashamed of this? of us? Do you see yourself as how they see you? Do you think I care what those old bitches say about me?"

You shake your head frantically. "No, Joel-"

"No one gave a damn about my life before all of this," he gestures toward his office, taking your hand in his, "and now that I finally have some worth in their eyes, it's like... I'm cattle being led to slaughter. I'll never get used to it."

"I grew up surrounded by that shit my entire life," you whisper sadly. "Every move I made was up for debate – what clothes I wore, who I decided to bring into my life. It was always dissected and analyzed as if everything I did could have a double meaning. I hated it, this constant scrutiny. I always had to be 'good,' never step out of line, and always know my place."

"Is that why you always felt the need to hide yourself all the time?"

"It's what made things easier, honestly." You fiddle with the button of his flannel. "I hated the attention, I hated that my mother would go into my closet every day and make sure I wore certain things that wouldn't embarrass her, that she would only feed me rabbit food so I wouldn't 'let myself go'. She came from nothing, you know? She was my father's secretary, getting swept away with his money and his connections. She was in my place, once. You would think that she would show me mercy." You laugh to yourself, bitterly. "I was always an embarrassment in my parent's eyes, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not driven enough. I worked my ass off, and they still treat me like they did when I was a kid. "

"Yet, here we are," Joel murmurs, a gentle understanding in his eyes as he reaches to caress your cheek. "You've overcome so much, and you're not defined by their standards. You're your own person, and you've earned your worth on your own terms."

You lean into his touch, finding solace in the warmth of his hand. "I never thought I'd find someone who sees past all that, someone who appreciates me for who I am. Crazy family and all."

Joel smiles tenderly. "Well, you have, and I see a remarkable person in front of me. The past is just that – the past. We're building our own story now, and you're not defined by anyone else's expectations."

You smile sadly at Joel. "I hate thinking about this, about my parents. It always puts me in a terrible mood. Can we talk about something else, please?"

"What do you need me to do, baby?" Joel breathes, "Do you want me to help you forget?" He helps you onto your feet, leaning your body against the edge of his desk. He pushes the hem of your dress up your thighs, the edge of your stockings being held by a garter exposed as your breath hitches on your throat. "Fucking exquisite," he says, his lips kissing your thigh. "What do you need?" he repeats, almost begging.   

"I need you to fuck the pain away, Joel," you whisper, spreading your legs further. "Help me forget, please," you beg, your back arching as his hands travel up beneath the fabric of your dress. His fingers make their way up to your core, and his fingertips graze the gusset of your thong, adding pressure as he traces along your slit through the wet fabric. Your legs start to shake as his finger slips beneath the fabric, the edge of his fingertips probing at your entrance. Joel hums in satisfaction. He slowly inches his fingers into you. "Do you think you can come, just like this?"

"Yes," you moan, hitching your leg higher as you place your foot on his desk chair. He slides his fingers into you, the squelch of your wetness echoing throughout his office walls as he prods into you, his eyes dark as he watches his fingers being swallowed whole in your pussy. "Fuck Joel, just like that-"

"Should we check something off from my list?" he asks, moving his fingers away from your pussy as you whine from the loss of sensation, putting the glistening digits into his mouth, savoring your taste.  

You nod eagerly. "Yes, Joel. Please-"

"Turn around for me, Sugar," he softly commands. "... and grab onto something." You oblige, slowly turning so you are facing his desk, his hands pushing your back so your chest is resting on its surface. Your hands grab onto the edge of it, pushing your ass higher as he lifts the hem of your dress, exposing your ass. You swear you can imagine his smirk as his hands travel up the globes of your asscheeks, his grasp harsh, squeezing the plumpness of it. He grips your thighs and spreads them wider, lifting your ass to be level with his cock. He starts to grind into your core, your body trembling in his wake.  

He hooks his fingers through the elastic edge of your panties, ripping it off your hips. You turn your head to face him, watching as he pockets the scrap of lace into his back pocket. "You won't be needing this," he whispers, and you watch as he unzips his jeans, pushing it down along with his boxer briefs, his cock swollen and leaking at the tip. You gasp at the sight, rolling your bottom lip against your teeth. He rubs his erection through your folds, notching the tip of your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me, Sugar?"

He slides in before you can reply, and your voice gets caught in your throat, the feeling of him inside of you so delicious you moan out in pleasure. He starts to fuck you slowly, deeply. "Fuck Joel, just like that-"

"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight!" he harshly grabs onto your hips as he begins to cant his hips against yours, the angle he set hitting you just right. The entire desk starts to shake as he pounds into you, and you have half of a mind to say something, but Joel continues his pace, his head thrown back, eyes closed.  Thank god for the carpet, you think to yourself.  

He gathers your hair, pulling your body towards his as he continues to thrust harshly into you. "You're so good like this, baby. So fucking good for me, right Sugar?" he rips your dress from the front, the buttons flying throughout his office, pulling your breasts from the cups of your bra. He's pumping into you relentlessly, his mouth latching onto your neck. He grabs your breasts, kneading and squeezing. "One of these days you'll let me fuck these," he breathes in your ear.

"Joel, my dress!" you exclaim. "I can't walk around the office with my tits out!"

"We're going shopping after this, baby, don't you worry. You can wear the shirt off my back for all I care, gonna have to teach Lenore a lesson for having a big fucking mouth-"

"Can we not talk about another woman when you're balls deep inside of me?" you whine, meeting his thrusts as you pull on his shirt, trying to keep your moans as silent as possible, not wanting the entire office to hear Joel railing you into oblivion. "Fuck Joel, can you fuck me harder?"

Joel halts, pressing his cock deep inside, his hands harshly grabbing onto your hips. He reaches behind him, rolling his desk chair towards him to sit as he pulls you onto his lap, impaling you. "You're gonna have to be real quiet for me, okay baby?" he whispers against your throat. "We shouldn't be doing this, but I can't fucking get enough of you. Want to claim you on every fucking inch of this office, do you want that, baby? for me to fuck you on every single surface of this office?"

"Yes!" you scream, hopping on Joel's cock as he thrusts up into you, the position allowing you to feel all of him. "Fuck Joel, I feel so fucking full, how are you this massive? Fuck-"

"I'm going to fill you up, make you take all of my cum, make you mine completely. Remember when I sang you that song all those years ago? I looked into your eyes and swore I saw my future children in your eyes, fuck, It's all I've thought about," he groans, and it stirs something deep inside of you, the thought of your children, with Joel's brown eyes and smile, running around in the house, laughing, playing, living a life you were denied as a child. "Are you going to be the mother of my children?"

"Yes! Yes, fucking fill me up, make me yours, I can take it, I can take it! Fuck a baby into me, baby, I'll be so good, so so good-"

Joel's hand goes to your clit, his fingers rough against the nub, rubbing it furiously as you chase your release. "Then fucking come for me, Sugar," he commands. Come for me on my cock and I'll give you the entire fucking world-" He covers your mouth with his hands, his thrusts slow and deep as you fall apart completely. He braces your hands on the edge of the desk as he kicks his chair backward, pounding into you as he chases his release, his face in your neck as he sucks on your pulse point. "You think it'll take this time? You gonna give me baby?"

"Yes! Fill me up, I want all of it!"

Joel groans at that, thrusting into you once more as he falls apart, coming into you deep. You feel his cum fill you so much to the point that it starts to leak out of you. Joel keeps himself inside, panting heavily against your neck. "Fuck baby, I love you so fucking much." He kisses your cheek, pulling himself out of you slowly as he slumps onto his chair once more, his head thrown back in exhaustion. He unbuttons his flannel, throwing it towards you. "Put this on," he says, shrugging his jacket on as you straighten yourself. You raise your eyebrows at him as you button on his shirt, drowning in it. Joel gives you a wry smile. "Cancel all of your appointments, we're going shopping."

"Oh yeah? Just drop work, just like that?"

"Yeah," he replies nonchalantly. "I think it's time we visit our good friend Lenore. Have a little chat."

"Are you ready?" you nervously ask Joel as the two of you stand at the front door. "We can always turn around, say that I'm sick or something-" You fiddle with the hem of your dress, straightening yourself. "Don't you think this dress is a little much?" you ask absentmindedly.

"I think the real question is if you're ready, baby," he replies, a small reassuring smile on his face. "I've been telling you that I've been wanting to scream from the rooftops, yelling that you're mine-"

"I am yours like you are mine." You smile, placing your hands on his chest as you pull him towards you, his lips meeting yours. "I've never been so sure in my life, Joel. I think it's time we stop fucking around, right?"

"I've been yours since the first day I saw you, I was a goner-" he leans in for another kiss as you greedily accept, kissing him deeper, and deeper, and his hands travel lower, and lower, and your hands travel higher, and higher, until they reach the hair at the nape of his neck, and you're pulling, pulling, pulling, getting lost in his embrace. How can something that feels so good and so pure be so terrible to those around you?

"Sugar?!" Your mother's surprised voice slices through the air like a warning shot, abruptly shattering the enchantment between you and Joel. "Mr. Miller?!?" Her exclamation hangs in the tense moment, her gaping mouth and contorted expression revealing a mix of shock and embarrassment. "What on earth is going on here?"

"Mom, I-" you stammer, clearly struggling for words.

"Ma'am," Joel interjects, cutting through the tension. He gracefully presents her with the bouquet that rests on the bench, the vivid orange lilies contrasting against the soft pink of the Rhododendrons he had chosen at the florist. "How do you say 'Fuck you, I've won?'" he whispers with a smirk to the florist while sliding his black Amex across the counter. The resulting display is a beautiful arrangement, yet it carries an unmistakably direct message – as if declaring, "I love and desire your daughter, but I loathe you, so stand the hell back." Joel continues, "It's been a long time; I see the roof is holding up nicely-"

"Yes, well," your mother chokes, hastily grabbing the bouquet from his outstretched hand. "These are beautiful, Mr. Miller-"

"Come on, we're past pleasantries. Call me Joel," he smirks. "Happy anniversary, by the way... and thanks for the invite. Sugar said you guys were talking about me earlier today, so she thought she could surprise you by bringing me along with her."

"Joel. Right," your mother mutters to herself. "I was just asking how she was getting along working with you since she's been so busy, she barely comes around now!" She clears her throat, straightening herself, and glances at you, her eyes darting to the tightness of your dress. "Sugar, baby, what a... beautiful dress you have there. Are you not cold with how short it is?"

Joel squeezes your hand in his, giving you a wink. "Doesn't she look stunning in Herve Leger? Lenore has a great eye, right?"

Your mother fidgets nervously, chuckling to herself. "Lenore at Neiman Marcus? Yes, yes, well... she certainly knows how to flatter the female figure. I wasn't aware you were a client of hers-"

"Well, I had to introduce her to Sugar, you know, considering she always takes good care of me and my girls," he muses, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You could swear you see your mother gulp at the gesture, her gaze dropping to her nails as she struggles to formulate a response.

"Well, what are we doing out here? Come in, come in!" she says suddenly as if her role as a doting, perfect entertaining housewife finally reboots in her brain. "Sugar's father will be surprised to see you after all these years, you made quite a name for yourself with your multi-million business-"

"Yeah, we did okay, I expect that this government job that we're bidding on might just push us over a billion next year if all goes well." He smiles widely, putting his arm around your shoulder. "Shall we, Sugar?" 

You nod aimlessly, letting Joel gently guide you towards the dining room, the laughter of your parents' friends echoing through the foyer. Your body starts to shake slightly, the nervousness of facing your father gradually taking over.

"Stop shaking, baby. I'm right here, alright? I ain't gonna leave your side for a second, okay?" Joel whispers suddenly in your ear, pressing a reassuring kiss to your hair. You nod once more, tightening your grasp on Joel's hand, finding comfort in his presence.

"Everyone, you remember my daughter, Sugar?" your mother announces abruptly as you enter the dining room, her gaze immediately meeting your father's as she holds up the bouquet. "Joel bought us a lovely arrangement. I'm just going to find a vase. Why don't you sit by your father, baby?" A wave of judgmental eyes from your parents' friends descends upon both of you, and you can't ignore the audible gasps of shock that fill the suddenly quiet room.

"Joel Miller," your dad suddenly remarks, his eyes narrowing at your clasped hands. "Now, that's a face I didn't expect to see again." His gaze lingers on yours, a subtle twitch in his eye revealing his displeasure as he presses his lips together. "Sugar, care to explain why your boss is gracing us with his presence tonight?"

"Uh-" you stammer, closing your eyes briefly. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Joel."

The sound of glass breaks in the distance, your mother's surprised gasp shortly following, as if she was hovering past the kitchen in an attempt to eavesdrop on the inevitable showdown between your Father and Joel. You see your mother's maid run towards the door, excusing herself as she attempts to help your mother. You see your mother's friend from the club whispering to the man beside her, shaking her head as she links two and two together, a knowing smirk on the man's face as he looks at the both of you.  

"I see," your father responds, adjusting his collar to maintain composure. "Well, what's keeping you both standing there? Take a seat!" he commands, a forced smile directed at his friends. Joel moves to the chair beside your father, a playful raise of his eyebrows as he settles in, and you follow suit in the adjacent seat.

"Sir," Joel murmurs, his hand extended for a shake. Your father eyes the offered hand, clearing his throat before accepting it, engaging in a handshake with Joel. "It's been what, ten years?"

"Has it truly been that long? I recall warning you to steer clear of my daughter even then," he retorts wryly, sipping his drink leisurely.

"Honey," your mom interjects shakily, taking her seat beside you, opposite your father. "Our guests might prefer not to dwell on the past-"

"Dad, stop." You say softly, your head cast down. The emotions that you are going through are reminiscent of the emotions you felt when you were a kid, and you find yourself anxiously fiddling with your hands under the table, your bottom lip quivering slightly. "Please stop."

"What was that?" your dad asks menacingly, setting his fork down harshly. "If you have something to say, you might as well look at me! How did I end up with such a weak-minded naive little girl who opens her legs at the first rich old man she can find-"

"That's enough." Joel cuts in suddenly, his fists clenched together tightly, his knuckles white.  

As you glance at your mother from the corner of your eyes, you notice a slight tremor at the edge of her mouth. It's at that moment that you realize you share a vulnerable connection with her. Your mother looks just as horrified as you feel, her hands shaking while your father continues his tirade. The tears start to well up at the corners of your eyes, making your vision blurry. It's a tough moment, and you can't help but see a reflection of your own emotions in your mother's eyes.

"Tell me Miller, how long did you wait to seduce my daughter after you hired her at your firm?"

"Honey-" your mother interjects, shifting in her chair uncomfortably. "We have guests-"

"Or how long did you take until you seduced poor Mr. Miller here?" your Father spits, shaking his head in disbelief, his gaze going to your mother's shaking form. "What can I say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree..."

"THATS ENOUGH!" you suddenly scream, slamming your fists on the table. You wipe the tears from your eyes, not caring about the mess it'll make at the makeup that the woman at the Laura Mercier counter meticulously placed upon your face earlier when Joel took you on an impromptu shopping trip for your cocktail dress. "Just stop it, STOP IT!"

Your father rises from his seat, his eyes drunkenly narrowed at you as he points at Joel. "You know, when they were talking about the little slut that was fucking Joel Miller at some dressing room who looked a lot like my daughter, I thought to myself, 'No, it couldn't be my little girl, she should know better', but then I see you in front of me, wearing that," he motions to your dress, "Maybe I misjudged my daughter after all. Congratulations, I guess, you managed to sleep your way to the top, just like your mother-"

"I said THATS ENOUGH!" you scream, rising from your seat, meeting your father's gaze.  

"Baby," your mother calls out in near tears. "Just let it go, you know how your father gets when he's drunk-"

But it's like you can't hear her.

"So it's okay for you, a rich man in a powerful position to 'seduce' a young woman, make her your wife, and force her into a life where she plays the doting perfect housewife, never allowed to pursue her dreams, always under your thumb? Is it okay for you to think so poorly of your child, your flesh and blood because I decided to fall in love with someone you don't approve of?" you're full-on crying now, not caring that you have an audience, tired of being that scared little girl who never spoke up, never had a voice of her own.  

"I did everything right. I wore the clothes you wanted, stayed away from any scandal, followed the rules, and earned an advanced degree at a decent school—all on my own merit. Only to be reduced to being seen as your 'little girl', unable to stand on my own two feet? Is it so bad that finally, I found someone patient enough to wait for me? Do you have any idea how long I've loved Joel? Only for you to tear us apart? Joel Miller is not like you, Father. He's built himself up from the bottom, proving himself to everyone who doubted him. He works tirelessly, supports his family and friends, and is the best boss anyone could ask for. And most importantly, he loves me, never gave up on me, and worked hard to prove himself. But here's the truth—I would have loved him even without all of this," you motion to the opulent interior, "richer or poorer. He never had to prove himself to me. I love him, and that's all that matters."

You glance down at Joel, who's clearly in shock by your confession. His mouth is agape, but there's awe in his eyes, and you know he's proud of you for standing your ground and finally finding your voice. He clears his throat, taking a sip of wine. "Thank you, baby," he whispers. You nod, wiping away the last of your tears.

Surveying the now silent room, your mother's eyes downcast, and your father staring into the distance from his seat, you offer a smile. "I apologize for the outburst, but I believe Joel and I have overstayed our welcome. I'm sorry for disrupting your dinner, Mom and Dad, but I don't think I belong here anymore." You raise your hand to Joel, who is already two steps behind you, and he rises from his seat, taking your hand in his. "I won't be part of a family that doesn't accept me any longer. Let's go, Joel."

"Sugar, baby, please-" you can hear your mom call out behind you as you lead Joel away from the dining room, determined to get the hell out of there. You hear your father telling your mother to sit down, to just let it go.  

"What are we gonna do now, baby?" Joel asks, engulfing you in a hug, and kissing the top of your head as you stand in the foyer.  

There's a glint in your eyes as you take his face in your hands, meeting his lips in a kiss.  

"Do you want to dish out some sweet fucking revenge?" you ask, your hands traveling down to his bulge in his slacks. "Give my poor father one last parting gift?"

His eyebrows raise in curiosity, groaning as you grab onto his cock harshly. "What did you have in mind, baby?"

"Follow me," you whisper, looking around to make sure no one is around, grabbing his hands as you lead him up the stairs, stopping at the door of your father's study. "Shall we?" you ask, opening the door. Joel nods eagerly, a small smirk on his face as he follows you into the room, closing the door behind him. You start to strip out of your dress, pushing the fabric slowly as Joel watches from behind. You push the fabric off your hips, sliding it from the slopes of your ass until the dress falls onto the ground, only leaving you in the black lace thong you asked Lenore to get you, a surprise for Joel. Joel groans in satisfaction as you lean against your father's desk, a wicked smile on your face.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" you breathe, "Are you going to fuck me on my father's desk or not?"

Joel smiles, unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you would never fucking ask, baby."

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Can i req top-of-class-sub-hyuka being assigned to tutor smart-but-emo-n-depressed-and-failing-classes-mean-dom-reader but she didn’t want to be tutored so she manipulates kai into getting high together and then they start making out and things escalate from there hehe <33

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"Kai can you come here for a minute" the professor says as she pushes your glasses up her nose. The man obediently listens to teacher's request with a slight unnerving feeling in his stomach. "You're one of my top students and seem to help others well. I know you won't need it but I can give you extra credit if you tutor Ms. y/n"

Kai straightens his posture, eyes about to bulge out of his head hearing the professor. Looking across the classroom to your sleeping state appearing like a black blob with your dark hair morphing into your dark clothes.

Kai gulps looking back to the professor, "How about putting in a really good word for that internship I'm applying for."

"Deal"

You scared Kai, sweet boy had to gulp down his nerves and wake you up. The man flinches when you shift in your spot after he nudges your figure. You scowl at him holding back the curse words on the tip of your tongue. He explains that he will be tutoring you. Rolling your eyes you didn't want to, but then you study the boy in front of you, soft, cute, he's tall should be intimidating but looks way too innocent, maybe this can be fun.

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The two of you sit next to each other at your small table in your dorm's dining room. Books splayed out, Kai's filled intricate notebook laid out next to the very naked pages of your notebook. He asks a question and you answer with a "I don't know" or "I don't care." After awhile you start to lose your mind and grab a used packet of gum out of your bag. A gasp leaves Kai's lips when he notices what was inside, a collection of pre-rolled blunts. You pick out one and put it into your mouth you then grab a lighter.

"You can't do that right now" Kai blurts out.

"Watch me" you light it inhaling the cannabis until you can feel the high starting. Kai stares not knowing what to do, "Wanna try?"

He shakes his head, making you respond, "ya know weed is known to be effective for medical purposes, it may help relax those tense muscles you have"

A small nod of acceptance makes you smile and hand the blunt to him, Kai awkwardly pinches it sucking in too much making him cough. You laugh "here let me" taking the blunt back inhale the fumes slowly and grab Kai's jaw, he gasps in surprise opening the opportunity to blow into the cavity. The man's long bangs cover his dazed eyes looking at you, you do the action again and again until two pairs of ruby eyes stare at each other lustfully. You set the blunt in your ash tray, Kai was too far gone to continue studying, at that moment the only thing he was studying was how your body, how your oversized hoodie engulfed you hiding your shorts underneath, all he could see was your legs and little did he realize he had his hands on them.

You smirk at him, seems like he has a little obsession with your legs. Lifting up yourself Kai watches you as you situate yourself on top of him. You grab his fallen hands and put them back on your legs and he instantly starts massaging the flesh. You hold the man's face and harshly press your lips against his. Like a puzzle piece his lips intertwine with yours making both of you hungrier.

Guiding Kai's big hands up under your hoodie for him to find out you were braless. He whimpers at the feeling of your plush mounds and curiously pinches the sensitive nub. Your back arches making Kai watch in surprise at what he did. You start to grind on his obvious bulge now having him wither in pleasure. Your teeth graze the flawless skin of his, kissing, sucking, doing anything to make Kai give in more. The friction in between your legs felt so good and you could tell the massive size dick he was hiding in those trousers.

One last harsh kiss you get off of his body. Kai's hands still on you while your hands unbutton his bottoms. "Can I do another thing that will surely relax you?"

Kai bobbles his head turning addicted to everything you were doing to him. You smile getting on your knees to get face to face with his beautiful cock.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[howlingday]

Jaune: (Reading, Thinking) "King Taijitu can grow up to thirty meters long with two-poi-" Ugh... These textbooks are so dry. It's so hard for me to stay awake reading this. ...Maybe just one doodle.

Jaune: ...Oh, wow! This... This looks really good! I... I gotta keep going!.

"Heading back already?"

"Yeah."

"See you around."

Nora: (Bear outfit) Hey, Leader~! Why you so glum, huh~?

Jaune: (Blinks, Shakes his head)

Jaune: (Looks down, Sees Moon Bear Nora)

"What do you want?"

Nora: Aw, you're so tense, Leader~! Wanna go on an adventure? I feel like taking pity on you today~.

"L-Leave me alone!"

Nora: C'mon~! I'm bored~!

"Get away from me!"

Nora: W-Wait! Leadeeeeer~!

Yang: (Stops him, Barbarian) 'Sup~?

Ruby: (Puppy dog onesie) 'Leader~!

Yang: Wanna join us~?

"N-No, I'm good."

Yang: C'mon~! Don't be so shy~!

"S-Stop..."

Nora: (Roars at Yang and Ruby, Protecting Jaune)

Yang: W-What the hell is she so mad about?!

Ruby: S-So mad!

Nora: GO AWAY!

Nora: Whatcha up to, Leader?

Jaune: Huh? (Sees Nora, Gulps) Uh, y'know, j-just studying.

Nora: Oh, okay! So, uh... (Leans in close) Whatcha hidin'?

Jaune: (Grabs books, Runs away) NOTHING!

Nora: ...That was weird. Huh? He left his note- Ah! Is that... No, it can't be. B-But if it is~... (Snatches notebook, Sprints after Jaune)

Nora: LEADER~! (Stops right in front of him, Shows off Moon Bear) WHAT IS THIS~?!

Jaune: ACK! H-HOW SHOULD I KNOW?! I-I-IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S MINE!

Nora: OH, YES, IT IS~! ARE THESE BEAR ARMS~?! Is this supposed to be me~?!

Jaune: IT'S NOT MINE!

Nora: C'mooooon~! Gimme details~! Leadeeeeeer~!

Nora: ...Hmph! Fine, then if it's not yours... (Sprints off) THEN IT'S ALL MINE~!

Jaune: (Chases after her) W-WAIT! NORAAA!

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest PT 3

Masterlist

You didn't notice how Fagin still walked up the stairs, or how his light fingers made easy work on the necklace clasp. Not until Gaines called out to inspect everyone there did you realise it had still happened. The older man walked over brushing into and you felt his hand touch you briefly before he turned to Jack. You were finding it hard to breathe, your vision blurring slightly.

"no." You say hardly above a whisper. Your hand came out and reached for Jack as you become limp. He quickly grasps you.

"Are you alright?" He asks looking at you.

"It must be the either fumes, It has effected my asthma some as well." Belle says quickly coming up beside you.

"I can't, this can't happen now." You say leaning more into him. Your eyes flick up to Gaines as we stalks toward you and Jack.

"I've got you, alright, let's get you to your room." Jack says into your ear.

"I'm sure you won't mind if I search you?" Gaines stands In front of you. You shake your head.

"Miss y/l/n is unwell Captain, can you not see that?!" Belle speaks loud enough for the other guests to hear her. Gaines takes a step back, lifting his hands as if surrendering.

"This way." Belle rushed forward and led Jack upstairs, his arms wrapped around. Halfway up your heavy feet trip on the step and you almost fall. Jack scoops you up into his arms and holds you close to him. Almost instinctively you curl into his shoulder, allowing the warmth of him to ease the spinning in your mind. Jack rushes you into your room and lays you down on the bed.

"Take her dress off." He demands Belle, his eyes looking around the room.

"Excuse me?"

"I need to listen to her breathing." He explains further. She nods at him and comes to you, pulling your new dress off your shoulders and helping to remove the corset. She darts quickly to her room, grabbing the stethoscope.

Jack sat beside you, helping to sit you up and slid his leg behind you. He quietly lifts your cotton under top up enough for him to slide the brass onto your skin. The cold catches you for a moment.

"Now, just breathe steady. Just breathe with me. In. And out." His voice was low and you could feel his breath fanning over the back of your neck, "Good. Again. In. Out. Okay. Gonna come around the front." Jack moves the stethoscope round to your chest, his fingers brushed against the scar on your chest. He paused for only a moment, "Once again. In. Good, and out. In. Out." His head was beside yours, you could feel his hair brushing against your ear. With his words and guidance your breathing slowed and evened out. Belle watched on from the end of the bed. True she was happy to see an actual doctor working, but she could not shift the annoyance she felt.

"You're a common thief." She blurted out. You snapped your eyes to her, as if remembering where you were. Her hand stretched out and she dropped the ruby necklace onto the bed.

"Shall I call Captain Gaines now or later?" She pressed her lips together.

"No. No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Jack followed her to the bedroom door standing before her. You call to her.

"Belle stop, it wasn't Jack." She looked at you then back at Jack.

"You've got two options. I yell "guards" and you get hanged."

"Not ideal."

"Or you make me the first female surgeon and I keep your secret. That or the noose."

"He'll do it." You snap' now quick back here, make it look like you are still examining me." You say and the two scrambled to position themselves accordingly. The door opens and two guards step in along with Governor Fox.

"What is going on here?" He asks, Belle swiftly rounds the bed to her father's side.

"Miss y/l/n l, felt ill father. Doctor Dawkins is just examining her." She pressed a hand to his chest and patted lightly.

"Yes, well, you seem okay now. The ether fumes I suspect. A good night's sleep and you should be right as rain in the morning." He gave you a quick smile, placing the stethoscope on the right stand and standing up from the bed.

"I would like to see her in the next few days, check her breathing again just to make sure and her arm of course." He says to the governor.

"Yes of course. Thank you very much. Now I am sorry lad, but everyone else has been checked." Fox said as Gaines stepped up beside him. Jack nodded and held his arms out beside him as the Captain patted him down, checking his pockets.

"All clear, thank you Dawkins."

"Doctor?" You say calling him back to your side. He takes your offered hand in his, "I am very grateful to you, Doctor." You say slipping the necklace into his hand unseen by the others in the room.

"My pleasure miss y/l/n."

*_*_*_*_*

The following day you dressed in a pair of riding

Jodhpurs and yellow riding jacket. You had enjoyed the green dress yesterday but this outfit was far easier to move around in. Belle had suggested it as the two of you were heading to the hospital. A maid was sent in to help you dress and do your hair, you knew it was just the way they did things but you were glad of the help. Your arm being wrapped in the splints made it hard to do up buttons.

Once ready you met her at the carriage. She was excited and extremely animated.

"You already know so much more than I, but I cannot wait to learn everything about the hospital." She says happily.

"You should be careful, I doubt they will teach you everything in one go." You laugh, "You know you won't be in charge there." She laughs brightly.

"Oh please I'll be running it by the end of the week." Her giggle was infectious and you followed her bounce as you climbed out of the carriage. Belle almost danced into the hospital, her eyes wide, taking in every inch of it. The head nurse Hetty sees the two of you and comes out of the nurses room.

"Can I help you? Oh Miss y/l/n, is everything okay? Are you feeling better? The Doctor told me about your turn last night." She asked, concerned for you.

"Oh yes I'm fine, but the doctor did ask for me to come into today." You reply with a sweet smile you had perfected over the years of working in a hospital.

"Where is the operating theatre?" Belle interrupted your conversation.

"Through there but no one is in there and women aren't allowed." She called after the blonde woman as she slipped into the room. You quickly apologised to Hetty and followed Belle. She was knocking on a door.

"Just when you think your day's reached its full potential." Jack sighed when he opened the door and saw her.

" Care for an orange, my dear? I've only learned through trial and error that they display more sweetness with the skin off." You hear Fagin say and you can't help but giggle, putting a hand over your mouth. Jack saw you then, his eyes looking over your outfit.

"I've come here to train." Belle states.

"Horses?" Jack asks lifting one eyebrow.

"This was all we could find in a hurry." She explained .

"I'm afraid today is not a very good day for me. You see, I'm trying to resolve a personal issue, and I have patients." He gestured towards you, stepping past Belle.

"It happens to be a very good day for me. Where do I start?" Belle asked ignoring his words. Jack stopped and turned on her,

"Hetty will introduce you to the other nurses and issue you with a uniform. Now Miss, shall we?" His hand drops to your lower back.

" No. I'm not here to train as a nurse. But you are here to teach me the art of surgery."

"That was never the deal." He groaned.

"That was precisely the deal." You say nonchalantly.

"In return for us not handing you over to my father, the governor, the man with all the power and lust for hanging. You will do what I say." Belle stands too close to Jack. He takes a step.bac, almost hiding behind you.

"Women cannot make surgeons." He says

" Of course we can, look at y/n." Belle argues.

"I'm not a surgeon, just a doctor." You correct her.

"She does have both hands." Hetty laughed from behind you.

" Thank you, Hetty. These are not my rules. They are society's rules. Here at least." He gives you a quick glance.

"Mmm. See, you forget. Here, I am society." Belle reminds him

With a frustrated sigh Jack leads you into a private room where you sit on the bed. "Professor McGregor will never accept you." He almost growled out the words.

"Did you miss the part where I said I was the governor's daughter? See, I'm as close to royalty as it comes here."

You laugh at them, you can't help it. You had watched this scene take place and though your presence had altered it slightly their words were all the same.

"Not in this place, you're not. Here, you start where everyone else starts." He commanded.

"Belle. It's where we all start." You say trying to reassure and calm her. With a huff she agrees. Jack checks you over once more giving your chest a listen, Belle watches once more.

Jack's eyes scanned your face as he listened. You could tell there was a question on the tip of his tongue.

"The...the scar on...on your-"

Your mind raced quickly trying to find a plausible answer.

"It was nothing, an accident when I was a child." You said hoping he would not catch the lie.

"Well you seem okay today. Will you be staying with us today?" He asks.

"I can help the nurses, if they need it but with my arm I don't think I will be much help." You lift the bandaged arm as if to remind him. He nods.

"Alright, of course." He gives you another nod, "right, Milady let's get you started."

You watched as Jack had Belle clean out the bedpans before she decided it was time to clean the ward. It definitely needed it and you were happy to see the straw and dirt cleaned out. You helped as best you could with your arm hindering your movements.

You tell the nurses to open the windows and tell them that the Professor will have to just deal with it, it would be better for the patients and them. They did as you said and even smiled as they didn't.

"I gotta say, it's definitely nicer in here now." Hetty whispers to you.

As you're walking around the hospital you hear Belle and Jack's voices coming from outside and you listen at the door. You recall the conversation from the show and decide to let it happen just as it did when you watched it. You had to be sure things happened as close to the truth as possible.

"I play cards. That's how I make my money. And I'm pretty good at it. Except, last time, y/n she... well I kept a promise, but seems like Fagin got cheated, and now, if we don't come up with a year's worth of income, then I get my hand cut off. So, that's why he stole the gems." His words made something in you stir, "You want to be a surgeon? Then expect nothing in return." He finishes his thoughts.

"You made a promise to y/n?"Belle asks in a time you don't recognise.

Jack sighs. "She knows things, have you noticed?"

"She is very intelligent, yes." She agreed.

"It may bring too much attention her way." Jack said, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

"I still don't understand her, Fanny said she just appeared, the driver didn't have a chance to move. It is quite unreal. The way she talks is remarkable." Belle says and you hear the way her skeptical tone turned to adoration.

"hmmm, so you know nothing about her from before she got run over by your sister?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"What are you doing Miss?" You jump at the sound of the male voice and spin round. Doctor Sneed stood before you.

"Oh nothing. I was just-"

"Listening at the door?" He half smiled and you noticed that in front of you here he was much nicer looking than on TV.

"You must be Miss y/l/n." He says seeing the splint on your arm.

"Oh yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor." You say.

"Are you helping here?" He asks.

"for the day yes, Lady Belle has chosen to clean the wards." You find the excuse easily.

"So I see. I admit it does feel nicer to be here with actual sunlight coming through the windows." He chuckles, I have some fresh lemonade in the kitchen if you would like some?"

"Oh, that would be lovely, thank you."

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Summary: You have a match against Ruby Soho with Saraya and Toni at ringside. Your friends beat up the Outcasts before they can do to much damage to you. Eddie comes out to save you from getting beat up by Chris Jericho.

•Eddie Kingston x Reader•

I am jumping back and forth in gorilla waiting to make my entrance for my match against Ruby Soho. My music hits and I make my entrance. The Outcasts make their entrance after mine. Ruby gets in the ring and immediately starts attacking me before the bell can even ring. I am sitting in the corner of the ring and she is raining down stomps to my chest. The ref grabs her waist and pulls her away from me. The ref and Ruby start arguing. Toni and Saraya run over, Toni grabs my arms locking them behind me and Saraya starts choking me out against the turnbuckle.

"Maybe you should have joined us!"

Saraya yells in my ear. They let go of me and Ruby runs over giving me a boot to the face. I fall down laying on the mat clutching my face kicking my feet. Ruby backs off yelling at the ref to check if I want to start the match. I start to climb up the ropes giving Ruby the angriest face. I shake my head yes to the ref. She calls for the bell to be rung and as soon as I hear it, I run over and clothesline Ruby. I give her a couple clotheslines in a row than whip her out of the ring. I go to run the ropes to do a suicide dive but Saraya grabs my feet and makes me fall on my stomach. As Toni has the ref distracted, Saraya pulls me out of the ring, falling onto the outside and starts stomping my stomach. All of a sudden, I hear Britt Baker's theme go off and her and Jamie Hayter are running down to the ring kendo sticks in hand. Saraya throws me back into the ring and runs off with the rest of The Outcasts being chased by Britt and Jamie to the back. The ref counts out Ruby making me win the match. I am laying in the ring coughing when the lights go off. I feel someone's hand grip onto my hair pulling me up onto their leg while they are crouched down. I let out a loud scream trying to get out. The lights come back on and I am looking up at none other than Chris Jericho. He has my hair gripped so I am looking up at him. I am breathing hard looking up at him slightly kicking my feet. He brings a microphone to his mouth and looks out at the crowd. He grips my hair laughing into the mic.

"Where is your man now? Where is he? Where is your hero? That's right! He is at home still nursing that injury I gave him a few months ago. So he can't be here to save his precious princess!"

Chris leans down and kisses my head gripping my hair tightly. Someone slides into the ring behind Chris dressed in a gray shirt and black jeans, black mask covering his face and a NY hat on his head. I look over Chris' shoulder and look into the eyes of the man standing behind him knowing exactly who it is. I look back at Chris and start evilly laughing. He looks down at me with a confused look. The mystery man smacks Chris in the back of the head with a forearm and Chris falls over my body. I roll out of the way crawling to the corner to sit there and watch what is happening. This mystery man starts beating the crap out of Chris than throws him over the top rope onto the floor. He turns and looks at me pulling his mask down smiling. The crowd starts roaring for him. I climb up the ropes holding my ribs just staring at him jaw dropped. He smiles walking towards me rolling his sleeves up.

"You miss me Y/N?"

He picks me up bridal style while I'm still holding my ribs. The crowd is chanting my name. Eddie kisses my forehead and I look at him smiling.

"I definitely missed you! Thank you for saving me."

"Any time baby!"

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[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Long-Distance Call

Masterlist

Sam and I were walking across a city square toward Dean who was sitting on a bench and talking on his phone. He hangs up then in one motion picks up and throws an unopened can of soda to Sam then to me before he stands up, shoving the last of the food he is eating into his mouth.

"So?" he asked us, still chewing on his food. "So, the professor doesn't know crap." Sam informed and Dean hums. "Shocking." He said. "Pack your panties, you two, we're hitting the road." Dean said.

"What?" asked Sam, confused.

"What's up?" I asked. "That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved." Dean replied. "So you two were talking a case?" Sam asked him. "No, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favourite boy bands." Dean said, sarcastically, which made me snort a bit.

"Yeah, we were talking a case!" Dean yells, annoyed. "So a spirit, what?" I asked him. "Yeah, the banker was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off." Dean replied.

"Huh..." Sam said, unimpressed. "This is not ringing your bell?" Dean asked him. "Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case." Sam said. "Whose?" Dean asked. "Yours." Sam and I said. "Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me." Dean grumbles.

"What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal?" Sam asked him, angry and annoyed. "Chasing our tails, that's what. Sam, we've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job." Dean exclaims.

"Well there's one thing we haven't tried yet..." Sam said and Dean shakes his head once we realized what he was hinting at. "Sam, no." Dean said. "We should summon Ruby." said Sam. "I'm not gunna have this fight with you." Dean grumbles. "She said she knows how to save you." Sam said, hopeful. "Well, she can't." Dean said.

"Oh really, you know that for sure?" Sam asked. "I do. And so does (y/n)." Dean said. "How?" Sam asked, suspicious. "Because she told us!" I said and Sam looks at me.

"What?" he said, shocked. "She told us. Flat out. She can't save me, nobody can." Dean said. "And you guys just somehow neglected to mention this to me?" Sam said, hurt. "Well, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so..." Dean said to him.

"So what, now you guys are keeping secrets from me?" Sam asked and I turned to him. "You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?" I sneered at him. I was still hurt that he didn't tell me that this Lilith was not only after him but me as well. We stare at each other in silence for a long moment. Sam turns away and starts to walk off. 

"Now where you going?" Dean asked him. "Guess I'm going to Ohio." Sam exclaimed and the three of us began to walk

"I found him there." Mrs Waters tells us as the boys and I, the three of us dressed in suits, follow her into the study area. "Why don't you tell us everything you saw, Mrs Waters." Dean says to her. "You mean beside my dead husband?" She asked, slightly offended. "Just everything else you saw. Please." Sam said and she sighs.

"Blood. Everywhere. The phone was ripped from the wall, his favourite scotch on the desk, what else could you possibly want to know?" she said, upset. "Why was the phone ripped from the wall?" I asked her. "I don't know." She said.

"You mind if I take a look?" I asked her. She waves her hand, vaguely, and I go over to the phone. "I already went over this with the other Detectives." said Mrs Waters. "We'll be out of your hair in no time, ma'am." Dean assures her as I push some of the buttons on the phone. Until I got to an odd number with the time of when it called.

"Ma'am, what time did your husband die?" I asked her. "Sometime after 11." She replied and I wait until Dean and Sam look at me, and I tap the phone display. "What about strange phone calls? Receive any of those lately, weird interference, static, anything like that?" Sam asked her. 

"No." she said, defensively, and the boys raise their eyebrows at her. "No!" She shouts again. "Mrs Waters, withholding information from the police is a capital offence." Dean said, firmly, but then Sam noisily clears his throat. Dean glances at him and receives a glare from Sam. In some parts of the world I'm sure." He mutters and Mrs Waters sighs again.

"A couple of weeks ago, uh...there was this..." she stops and looks between us. "This what?" Dean asked her. "I woke up one morning, I heard Ben in his study. I thought he was talking to a woman." She replied.

"What made you think that?" I asked her.  Because he kept calling her Linda. The thing is, I picked up the other line and nobody was there, Ben was talking to nobody." She said. "There was nothing?" Sam asked. "Just static." She said, plainly.

"Did you ever speak to Ben about this phone call?" Sam asked. "No. I should have but...no." she said. "Did he ever say who Linda was?" I asked but then she shouts, upset. "What difference does it make, there was nobody on the other end!"

"Linda's a babe. Or, was." Dean said as he looks through the laptop while Sam and I were sitting on the bed. "Hey!" I said. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I call 'em as I see them." He said, smirking. "Uh-huh, I'll keep that in mind." I said.

"Anyway, did you find her?" Sam asked, changing the subject, as we stand up and walk over to Dean. "Yeah, Linda Bateman. She and Ben Waters were high school sweethearts." He said.

"So what happened?" I asked. "Drunk driver hit them head on. Ben walked away." replied Dean. "So, what then? Dead flame calls to chat?" Sam asked. "You would think, but Linda was cremated. So why's she still floating around?" Dean asked. "You got me." I said as Sam shrugs.

"What about that, uh, caller I.D?" Dean asked. "Turns out, it's a phone number." Sam said and I look at him. "No phone number I've ever seen." I said. "Yeah, 'cause it's about a century old, back from when phones had cranks." Sam replied.

"So why use that number to reach out and touch someone?" Dean asked. "Got me there too, but we should put a trace on it." Sam said. "Well how the hell are we going to put a trace on something that's over 100 years old?" I asked him.

"We don't get many folks from HQ down here." The guy said as we follow him down the stairs and along the hallway. "Yes, well the main office mentioned that there would be a lunch." Dean said and I elbow him in his side.

"Well I'm sure we can arrange something. The man you wanna be speaking to is right this..." the man said as Sam swipes at a fly that has flown into his hair. "I know, sorry. We've got something of a hygiene issue down here if you ask me." The man said and we enter a basement office.

"Stewie? What did I tell you about keeping this place clean." the man said as Stewie sits at a large console with multiple screens and keyboards, various packets and junk food are strewn about. Stewie jumps at their entrance and desperately tries to close down the multiple screens in front of him showing advertisements for porn sites.

"Spam mail...spam mail..." Stewie said as he clicks quickly. "Stewie Myers. Mr Campbell. Mr Raimi. Ms. Maguire." The man introduced us as Stewie continues clicking. "I don't know how all this got here..." he said as the man reaches out and flicks the back of Stewie's head, making him jump again and grunt.

"From headquarters?" He said and Stewie spins around in his chair, then quickly crosses his legs and places his hands together on his lap. "Give these gentlemen whatever they need." He tells Stewie. "Yeah." Stewie said. "Thank you." The boys and I said and the Man leaves.

"So...can I help you?" Stewie asked and Dean checks to make sure the Man is gone, then gestures toward the screen. "Is that, ahhh, BustyAsianBeauties.com?" Dean asked, smirking, and I roll my eyes. "No." Stewie said, quickly, when a female voice from the computer said. "Oh, me so horny."

Then Stewie quickly clicks that ad away. "Maybe." Stewie said. "A word to the wise? Platinum membership? Worth every penny. Ha?" Dean said as he nods, knowingly. I sigh with exasperation and shake my head.

"Right, anyway. We're here to trace a number?" Sam said as he hands Stewie a piece of paper. "Where did you get this?" Stewie asked. "Off caller I.D." I replied. "Oh no, that's impossible." Stewie said. "It hasn't been used in a few years, we know." said Dean. "A few years? It's prehistoric. Trust me, nobody is using this number anymore." Stewie exclaims.

"Sure. Could you run it anyway?" Sam asked him, nicely. "Sure. Why don't I just rearrange my whole life first." Stewie said, snarkily. The boys and I glance at each other and Dean smiles before he leans in closer to Stewie. "Listen, uh, Stewie. You got like six kinds of employee code violations down here, not to mention the sickening porn that is clogging up your hard drive. Now when my partner says run the number, I suggest you run the number!" Dean threatens.

He looks between us then turns back to his console. Dean grins and Sam shrugs and I smile back. "Okay, whatever, jeez!" Stewie said and he clicks a few more buttons. One of his screens fills with a long list of numbers. "Holy crap." He said, shocked. "What?" I asked. "I can't tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it's been going." Stewie said.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked as Stewie pushes print, goes to the printer and hands some paper to Sam. "Ten different number in the past few weeks, all got calls from the same number." Stewie said and he looks between us as we stare at each other, then Stewie sighs and walks between us and back to his console. He sits and stares at it for a moment, then looks back.

"So, are we done here? Cause I was...sort of...busy?" he said and I smirked. "Right..." I said and we began to leave.

Sam and I get out of a rental car then he makes his way to one house and I  make my way up a footpath. I knock on the door and it is opened by a middle-aged man. His son comes to stand beside him, around 6-7 yrs old. "Yeah?" the man asked. "Hello sir, I am with the phone company?" I said. "We didn't call the phone company." The man said.

"Oh no sir, we're calling you. We've had a lot of complaints from the neighbourhood lately." I said. "Complaints?" the man asked. "Yes sir. Dropped calls, static, maybe even strange voices on the other end of the line?" I asked just as I noticed a teenage girl stepping into the hallway, looking startled.

"No, we haven't had any of that here." the man said. "Nothing?" I asked. "No." he said. "Okay. Great, just thought we'd check. Thanks." I said, smiling. "No problem." the man said then he turns to his son. "Come on, Simon." He said as they turn to close the door I see the girl staring at me, looking scared, but she turns away as the door closes.

I return to the car just as Sam comes back. "You got anything?" He asked me. "No. You?" I said. "Nothing." Sam said. "No way you guys work for the phone company." a voice said and I turn around to see it was that teenage girl.

"Sure we do." I said. "Since when do the phone people drive a rental or wear a cheap suit?" She asked me and I huff a laugh. "Yeah, well. Maybe we're both keeping secrets." I said as I fold my arms across my chest.

"Why did you ask my Dad if he's hearing strange voices on the phone?" she asked me. "Why, did you hear something?" Sam asked as he goes to stand next to me. "No." She said. "My mistake, I thought maybe you did." Sam said. "Well I didn't, okay?" She said, defensively. "Okay. Sorry to bother you." I said and we turn away and head to the car.

Sam looks down at his keys then said. "Because you know...if you did...then I would have told you that we've been right where you're standing right now. Hearing things, even seeing things that can't be explained. Maybe we would have been able to help out a little bit. Anyway..." Sam said and we start to load up in the car.

"Hey wait." The girl said, stopping us, and we turn to her. "Maybe...maybe I've been talking on the phone...with my Mom." She replied. "Well that's not so strange." I said. "She's dead. Like three years now." She replied and I furrow my brow at this.

"How often does she call you?" I asked her. "A few times. It started a week ago. I thought I was like, crazy or something." she said. "Well we can tell you one thing for sure, and you're going to have to go with us on this, okay? You're not crazy..." I assured her and she gives a look.

Later, Sam was driving the car when my phone rings. I answered it then pushed the speaker button. "Yeah." I said. "Guys, stiffs have been calling people all over town." Dean said. "Yeah, tell us about it." I said, exhausted. "I just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea!" Dean said.

"Eww." Sam and I said, disgusted. "It redefined my understanding of the word Necrophilia." Dean said. "So what the hell's going on here, Dean?" Sam asked. "Beats me, but we'd better find out soon. This place is turning into spook central." Dean said. "Yeah. All right, I'll call you later." I tell him. "Yeah." Dean said before I hang up.

"Dad? You really think it was Dad?" Sam asked, confused. We were back at the motel and Sam and I were sitting at the table while Dean was pacing. He just told us that after our talk, he got a call...a call from John. "I don't know, maybe." Dean said.

"Well what did he sound like?" Sam asked. "Like Oprah!" Dean shouts, sarcastically. "Like Dad, he sounded like Dad, what do you think?" He growls. "Okay, Dean, calm down. What did he say?" I asked. "My name." Dean replied, sounding a bit calmer.

"That's it?" I asked him. "Call dropped out." Dean replied. "Why would he even call in the first place, Dean?" Sam asked. "I don't know, man. Why are ghosts calling anybody in this town? But I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can't we? It's at least a possibility, right?" Dean said. "Yeah, I guess?" Sam and I said, unsure.

"Okay, so what if...what if it really is Dad? What happens if he calls back?" Dean asked. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "What do I say?" Dean asked. "Hello." Sam replied. "Hello?" Dean said, disbelief, and Sam shrugs. "That's what you come back with. Hello?" Dean asked, angrily.

"How's the afterlife?" I suggested and Dean gives me a disbelieving look. "Unbelievable." He growls as he grabs his jacket and headed for the door. Dean grumbles under his breath and walks out. Sam and I look after him, concerned, while Sam shakes his head. 

Three hours later, Sam was sitting on the couch with the laptop in front of him and I was sitting at the table, looking through my laptop. Then Dean returns. "Find anything?" He asked us. "After three hours we have found no reason why anything supernatural would be going on here." Sam said and Dean huffs at this. "Well, you know, you think a Stanford education and a high school hook up rate of zero point zero would produce better results than that." Dean sneers.

"Hilarious." Sam spat. "Guys, you're just looking in the wrong places." Dean said. "And what are the right places, Dean?" I asked him and he reaches into his jacket pocket. "Motel pamphlet rack." Dean drops some literature on the coffee table.

"Milan, Ohio. Birthplace of Thomas Edison." Dean said as I walk over to them and read over Sam's shoulder as he flicks through the papers. "Yeah, right. So what?" Sam asked. "Keep reading." Dean said and Sam scoffs slightly and keeps looking. He sighs, but after a few moments of reading,, my eyebrows go up and we look at Dean.

"You're kidding." I said and Dean raises his eyebrows back, smiling. 

"And we're walking." the female tour guide said as she shepherds us into a room in the museum. "And, here we have one of the museum's most unique and treasured possessions. Thomas Edison's spirit phone. Did you know that Mr Edison, as well as being one of America's most beloved inventors, was also a devout occultist? Ooh!" she said, being a bit over dramatic. 

"What's with the quote-y fingers?" Dean whispered to us. "He spent years working on this, his final invention, which he was convinced could be used to communicate with the dead. Pretty spooky, huh?" The guide said then she checks her watch, twirls her fingers in the air and begins leading the group into the next room.

"And we're walking. We are walking. We're walking. And we're not touching that. And we're walking. And stop." she said but Sam, Dean and I stay back with the spirit phone. Sam quickly gets out his EMF and holds it over the spirit phone.

"Anything?" Dean asked. "Nothing." Sam said. "What do you guys think?" Dean asked us. "Honestly? It kinda looks like an old pile of junk to me." Sam replied and I nod in agreement. "It's not even plugged in." Dean said as he looks it over. "Maybe it didn't work like that." I said.

"Okay. Maybe it's like a radio tower, broadcasting the dead all over town." Dean suggests. "Could be." Sam said, shrugging. "You know, this caller I.D. is 100 years old, right? Right around the time this thing was built." Dean said. "Yeah, but why would it all of a sudden start working now?" Sam asked, confused.

"I don't know. But as long as the mouldy are calling the freshers around here it's the best reason we've got." Dean said. "Yeah, maybe." I said, shrugging. "So maybe it really is Dad." Dean said and I give him a concerned look.

The next morning, Sam and I entered the motel room to see Dean typing furiously on the laptop. "What's up?" Dean asked us. "That girl Lanie, her Mom's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night." I replied. "That sucks." Dean mumbles as he continues to type. "Yeah it does. What are you doing?" Sam asked.  I think Dad's right. I think the demon is here. Check it out." Dean said and he hands us some papers and goes to his bag.

"What is this, weather reports?" Sam asked as I read over him. "Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been for the past two weeks." Dean replied. "Ahh...I don't remember any lightning storms." Sam said. "Yeah, me either." I said. "Well, I don't remember you guys studying meteorology as a kid either. But I'm telling you, that bastard's been tailing me...wearing some poor dude's meat." Dean growls.

"And it's following you because..." I said, skeptical. "I guess I'm big game, you know. My ass is too sweet to let outta sight." he said, smiling a bit. "Okay. Sure." Sam said as I roll my eyes. Then Dean snatches the papers back. "Don't get too excited, guys. Might pull something." he snaps at us.

"Dean, look, Sam and I wanna believe this man, we really do..." I said but then Dean turns to us. "Then believe it! if we get this sucker, it's Miller Time." He yells. "Yeah, that's another thing. Dad rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon? I mean not just send it back to hell, but kill it?" Sam asked, questioning. "I've checked it out. This is heavy duty Dark Ages. Fifteenth century." Dean said.

"Yeah, we've checked on it too, Dean. And so did Bobby." I said. "Okay, and?" Dean said, annoyed. "Look. It definitely is an exorcism, okay, there's just no evidence it can kill a demon." Sam tells him. "No evidence it can't." said Dean.

"Honey, come on..." I said, exasperated. "Hey, as far as I'm aware the only one of us who has actually been to hell is Dad. And maybe he picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work." Dean said. "Maybe it does. we hope it does too, but we gotta be sure." Sam said.

"Why aren't we sure?" Dean asked us. "'Cause (y/n) and I don't know what's going on around here, Dean! I mean, some guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits." Sam exclaims. "Wow, a couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash guys, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!" Dean shouts and we stare at each other for a long moment.

Sam sighs and Dean drops his head in frustration. "John tell you where to find the demon?" I asked Dean. "I'm waiting on the call!" Dean shouts as he holds up his phone. "I told Lanie (y/n) and I would stop by." Sam said. "Oh, good yeah. No you go hang out with jail bait. Just, uh, watch out for Chris Hansen. Meanwhile I'll be here getting ready to, you know, save my life." Dean said, sarcastically, and Sam and I keep moving toward the door.

"You're unbelievable, you know that? I mean for months we've been trying to break this demon deal. Now Dad's about to give us the freaking address and you can't accept it? The man is dead and you're still butting heads with the guy, Sam!" Dean shouts and we turn to him. "That is not what this is about." Sam said, firmly. 

"So what is it!?" Dean asked, angrily. "The fact is we've got no hard proof here, Dean. After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!" Sam shouts. "Yeah, well maybe! You know, maybe that's all I got, okay?" Dean shouts and we stare at each other again before Dean looks down.

I sigh then walk up to Dean then placed my hand on his cheek. He raises his head and I look into his green eyes. "Please. Just please, don't go anywhere until we get back. Okay, Dean? Please." I begged. Dean remains silent and I give him a sad look before I lean up and kiss his cheek. I give him one last look before I turn around and head out the door with Sam.

"Have you told your father about any of this?" I asked Lanie as we stand in her room. "And bother him at work? No. He wouldn't believe me anyway, he'd just chuck me into therapy." She replied.

"So what did your mother say?" Sam asked her. "She wanted to see me. So at first I thought I was supposed to go to the cemetery." said Lanie. "Did you?" I asked and she nods. "Nothing happened. But then she started asking me to do other things." she replied.

"What sort of things?" Sam asked her. "Bad things." She said and I could tell she was uncomfortable. "Lanie please. Tell us what happened, it's very important." I said to her, soothingly. "Mom told me to go to Dad's medicine cabinet." She said then she bites her lips. "And?" Sam and I asked, encouragingly. "She wanted me to take his sleeping pills, take all of his sleeping pills." She cried.

"She wanted you to kill yourself?" Sam asked her and she nods then cries. "Why would my Mom want me to do that?" She asked us, tearfully. "Don't know." Sam and I said. "I mean, just so I could come to her?" She cries and I freeze at this then look over at her.

"What'd you say?" I asked her. "She wanted me to come to her." Lanie said. "No, how'd she say it?" I asked her. "Come to me. Like a million times." She said then Sam and I share a look and I could tell he got to the same conclusion as I did. "Lanie." I said to her as I turn to look at her. "That's not your mother." 

"Listen to us. Don't answer the phone. Don't use the computer. Don't do anything unless (y/n) and I say so, all right?" Sam said as we walk down the hall. Sam and I start down the stairs until we realise that Lanie's not following. "Lanie." We said as she stands at the doorway to a room. "Where's Simon?" She asked us, horrified.

Sam and I run out of the house and could see Simon walking off down the street. We chase after him and see him walking across the next road where a large truck barrels toward him. Sam books it as he gets in front of me and the truck horn blares and tires squeal.

Simon throws his hands up to protect himself just as Sam rushes the road, grabs Simon and dives for the verge. They lay panting as the truck roars past and I come up to them. "Holy crap." I sighed then kneel down to them. "You two okay?" I asked and Sam nods while Simon starts to cry.

After we bring Simon back to Lanie, Sam and I get back into the rental car and I call Dean. "Dean, it's not John." I said into my phone. "Then what is it?" Dean asked me. "A crocotta." I replied. "Is that a sandwich?" he asked. "Some kind of scavenger. Mimics loved ones, whispers 'Come to me', then lures you into the dark and swallows your soul." I replied.

"A crocotta, right, damn that makes sense." Dean grumbles, disappointed. "Dean, look, I'm sorry honey, I know..." I started to say but Dean talks over me. "Hey, don't these things live in filth?" he asked. "Yeah." I replied. "(Y/n), the flies at the phone company." Dean said then I look over at Sam with a knowing look.

That night, Sam and I creep along an alley and peaks in a window at Stewie, sitting at his console. That is until we were distracted by a banging noise, we ducked and look around but see nothing.

When we look back, Stewie is leaving the room. We run back up the alley and see Stewie leaving the building. Sam and I hide behind a van as he holds his phone to his ear. He sighs then whispers. "Voicemail."

I roll my eyes as Sam said. "Dean, we're in the parking lot. He's here. Hurry." Sam said and Stewie unlocks his car. Sam rushes him and pushes him into the car, holding a metal spike to the back of his neck while I stand next to Sam. 

"What the hell!" Stewie grunts. "We know what you are." Sam growls. "Wait, mister." Stewie pleads. "And we know how to kill you." I growled. "Please. Okay, wait, wait. If we're overcharging you for the call waiting or something I...I can fix that. I am your friend! Please. Please just don't kill me!" Stewie pleads while Sam and I give confused look towards him.

But that was the last thing I remember before I felt something hit the back of my head and I black out. 

"I'm sorry, Clark. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I'm sorry...please..." I hear a voice sniveling as I come to and open my eyes to see Stewie tied up in a chair across from me. I look to my right and see Sam was tied up as well.

I tried to move but realized my hands were tied up. I look back up at Stewie and see that man, Clark I believe Stewie called him, was standing behind him. "Wait! Don't do it." I shout and Clark looks over at me. "You two are awake." He said and I look over and see Sam waking up too.

Clark leans over Stewie and places the tip of a knife against his thigh. "You're not a killer Clark, no! There's a good man inside of you, I know it." Stewie snivelled and Clark looks over at us.

"What do you think, Sam and (y/n), am I a good man?" Clark asked us. "Just let him go." Sam begged. "I would. I really would. If only I'd had more than a salad for lunch. You see, I'm starving." Clark said and he lifts the knife high above his head and plunges it into Stewie's chest.

"No!" Sam and I shout as Clark moves in front of Stewie's body. His mouth opens, revealing a blood red interior and razor sharp spikes. He crouches slightly, holds Stewie by both shoulders and unhinges his jaw, his mouth becoming impossibly wide and his teeth were sharp.

Placing his mouth close to Stewie's face. he sucks in his energy. I shudder and look away until Clark stops and stands, wiping his mouth. "My last call with Dean. That was you. You led us here." I growled as I glare up at him. "Some calls I make, some calls I take, but you have to admit, I had you fooled for a while. All that Edison phone crap." Clark laughs and moves over to the telephone exchange cabinet.

He places his hands against the glass and leans back in ecstasy. "What are you doing?" Sam asked him. Clark smiles then looks over at us. "I'm killing your brother. Or maybe I'm killing another guy. We'll just have to see how it goes." He said.

After a few moments of him calling a guy, Clark walks over to Stewie and pulls the knife out of his chest while I was trying to get out of my restraints. "You know, mimicking Dean's one thing. But their dad. That's a hell of a trick." I sneered at him as I gesture towards Sam with my head. "Well once I made you three as hunters, it was easy. I found Dean's number, then your number, then Sam's number, then both of your father's numbers. Then emails, voicemails, everything. You see, people think that stuff just gets erased, but it doesn't. You'd be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked." Clark explained.

"Dean's not going to fall for this. He's not going to kill that guy." Sam said. "Then the guy kills him." Clark said then he stands over Sam. "Technology. Makes life so much easier. Used to be I'd hide in the woods for days, weeks, whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community, they all looked out for each other, I'd be lucky to eat one or two souls a year. Now when I'm hungry, I simply make a phone call. You're all so connected. But you've never been so alone." He sneers.

He opens his mouth and begins to unhinge his jaw while raising his knife. But I erupt out of my chair and Clark and I fall to the ground, making him lose the knife. "(y/n)!" Sam shouts as Clark and I struggle for the knife.

I was rising up first but Clark grabs my jacket and swings me around into a metal grate. Clark picks up the knife, running at me, until Sam gets free and grabs him.

They struggle for the knife then I jump in to the fight. We exchang blows as we move about the room. Sam finally manages to pull the knife away and hits Clark, forcing him backwards into the wall. A spike, one of many on the corkboard, jams into the back of Clark's neck, killing him. 

"You okay?" Sam asked me after we catch our breath. "Yeah...you?" I said and he nods.

We make it back to the hotel and see Dean holding a facecloth to his cut eye, groaning. "I see they improved your face." Dean jokes and Sam and I snigger. "Right back at ya." Sam said and Dean moves past us into the main room then we sit on a bed each, but I sit next to Dean.

"So, crocotta, huh?" Dean said. "Yep." Sam and I said. "That would explain the flies." Dean mutters. "Yeah it would." I said before sighing.

"Hey, um...look I'm sorry it wasn't Dad." Sam said to Dean. "Nah, I gave you guys a hell of a time on this one." Dean huffs. "You guys were right."

"Forget about it." I said, waving my head vaguely. "I can't. I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way outta this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I just..." Dean said then he begins to tear up. "I'm scared, guys. I'm really scared." He said which made me and Sam tear up. "I know." We said, in unison.

"I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, the last act of a desperate man." said Dean. "There's nothing wrong with having hope, Dean." I said as I place a hand on his knee. "Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. I mean the only person that can get me out of this thing is me." Dean said. "And us." Sam and I said, earnestly, making Dean look between us.

"And us?" he said, questioning. "What?" Sam said, confused. "Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that's what you two come back with? And us?" Dean said, disappointed. "Uh...do you want a poem?" Sam asked, raising his brow. "The moment's gone." Dean said and I smile slightly while Dean flicks the TV on.

Then he reaches between the beds, grabs three bottles of beer and holds one out to Sam without looking at him. Sam takes one, then Dean hands one to me. We crack them open and drink in unison, while staring at the TV.

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Memory I Don't Mess With Part 3

Dean Winchester x female!reader

Warnings: Angst, SAM'S POV, cursing, kinda GRAPHIC torture, spn elements, drinking, drunk Sam, castiel is worried, sam says some hurtful things to cas, tension, DEAN'S POV AT THE END

Summary: Told from Sam's view, he looks at every corner for his brother.

He was supposed to be there. He was supposed to go with him, but he didn't. Sam knew that how Dean was coping with your death. He knew that Dean would not be in the right mind but with a crippling ache in the wound on his side from the hunt that lead from your death. You had stabbed him straight in between the ribs, thankfully angling down toward a less needed muscle.

Sam was racked with grief. He didn't know where Dean was. He didn't know what happened. He didn't know anything. He could practically hear your voice yelling at him. "Sam, he is your brother. You have to look at every possible clue. For God's sake you are a hunter, you should be able to find him." That is what you would have told him.

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"Tell me where he is," Sam yelled, cutting deeper into the vampire's arm.

"I don't know anything," The vampire panted, pain overcoming every bit of her body.

"You're lying! Tell me where he is."

"I don't kn-" Blood gushed from the vampire's severed head.

Sam walked to the table with all of the equipment that he needed. He had captured several, several monsters to get the information he needed.

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"And you said that he just left?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, he took the bottle with him." The bartender told him the exact same thing that he said when Sam questioned him the first time, and the second time, and the third time.

"Sir, are you sure there isn't anything else you could tell me about his disappearance?"

"Like I said the last few times you were here, he looked upset, a girl flirted and he ignored her. He bought a bottle and then walked out."

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"Tell me where he fucking is!" Sam yelled at the tied down demon.

"You looking for someone, Sammy?" The demon taunted.

Sam punched the demon square in the face. The demon laughed.

More holy water got poured into a hole that was deeply cut into the demon's shoulder.

"You keep talking but I ain't hearing what I need to know," Sam spits at the demon.

Sam's hands were shaking, he hadn't gotten much sleep since Dean's disappearance. He wanted his brother back. No, he needed his brother back.

Sam stabbed the demon with the knife from Ruby that she gave him those years ago.

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"Sam," Castiel appeared in the room.

Sam was nursing a bottle of whiskey and it was nearly gone.

"What?"

"Dean's disappearance is taking a toll on you," the angel said.

"No shit, Cas. He's my brother." Sam chugged another helping of the burning liquor.

"You're drinking yourself to an oblivion. Sam, I'm worried for you."

Sam looked up at the dark haired angel and darkly chuckled.

"You're worried about me?" Cas nodded, a frown forming on his brow.

"Dean is out there probably dying and I can't find him. I can't help him and you're worried about me?" Sam's drunken mind was causing him to lash out, Castiel knew that.

"Sam, this is not your fault."

"It's not? Really? Castiel, I can't find my brother and I have tried everything I can to find any information."

"Torturing monsters, Sam, is not going to bring your brother back."

"What did you say?" He asked, stepping closer to the other man.

"You know that these monsters have no information to give."

"No, why are you talking like Dean is dead?" The angel looked hurt.

"Is he dead, Cas?" The word "dead" tasted like acid rolling off Sam's tongue.

"I-"

"Tell me, is he dead Castiel?" Sam yelled. Anger consuming him.

"I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know? Tell me where he is, Cas."

"Sam, I can't because I DON'T KNOW." Castiel was getting upset. He cared about Dean too and Sam was treating him as if he didn't know that.

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Dean's POV

Dean woke, holding the love of his life. He kissed her cheek, feeling her warmth as she slept beside him. He knew that even though he is having painful memories that he didn't actually have, he could just look at you and know that he is at home. You are his home and he never wants to leave you again. He will not leave you again, no matter what.

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Stethoscopes and Triangles - Chapter Four ❤️

A/N: Urghhh 😱 y'all this is just sad, for Amy, frustrating for Sam and heartbreaking for us! But I hope y'all enjoy this, 💕 and oh yeah guess who we meet in this, yep, that amazing green eyed man😋 so sit back and enjoy. 💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, angst, heartbreak, cheating, punching, mentions of blood, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Sam Winchester, Amy Summers, Ruby Jones, Paul Summers, Ada Brown, Dean Winchester.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2552 😅

Chapter Four 🤩

Rolling over, searching for the large man, opening her eyes slightly, "Sam?" Glaring at the alarm clock 2 in the morning, removing the covers and slipping on her slippers, her eyes still puffy, from the sleep. Walking in too the living room with its open plan kitchen, she finds him slumped over in the chair, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his head resting on his right arm, his hair hanging over his handsome face. Lightly touching his shoulder, her voice calming and sweet, "babe, my love, wake up, go get some proper sleep in our bed please"

He arouses a little, lifting his head with difficulty showing the stiffness in his neck, "Amy? What time is it?"

"It's 2 in the morning, come get up" she tugs at his arm, and he just follows her, too tired to fight with her, letting her know, that he's not nearly done reading and going through the paperwork. He just stumbles on the bed, work clothes and all, spayed out, on the bed, his voice croaky from the sleep. "I love you Amy" a sweet smile lining across her lips, "you too babe" The light snores coming from him, let's her know, he's fast asleep, and she ain't getting a inch of help to remove his working clothes. Slowly removing his tie, while placing a soft kiss, on his cheek, "sweet dreams babe" She whispers, removing his shoes, and socks, covering him up with the blanket. As she curls up next too him, thinking about how he looked after her, these last few weeks, her fingers lingering across the now healed scar on her neck. But she worries about him, its almost as if his carrying around this burden but she can't quite figure out what it is, and its been coming for some time now, he works so much, and the hours are getting longer, or maybe she's just imagining things, because usually she's at work also working long hours, maybe she just never noticed it before. With those thoughts running around in her mind, she falls asleep. 

She gets woken up by the shift on the bed, glancing at his side, he runs his hand over his face, her voice sweet "morning babe" he's head cocks to her side, he sounds tired "morning sweetie" he gets up walking towards the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower and get ready to head into the office" sitting half upright now, "enjoy your shower love, what do you want for breakfast?"

He doesn't even look her way, he just walks in, closing the door behind him, and letting her know, that he'll get something on the way, no need for any trouble. Finding it a little odd, but kind off writing it off due to the fact that he's tired, she gets up, to make some coffee. As she waits for the coffee machine, Sam's phone vibrates on the table. She strides closer, thinking maybe its important or the battery is about to die.

 It's a message from a Ruby Jones, : Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off...

She just glares at the phone, she can't read what the message said further his phone is locked, but she can't help but too think that's why he's been acting so distant, so different, his having an affair, cheating on her? Her hands are shaking, her chest feels like it going to explode, "how... Why... Is he really cheating?" She mumbles underneath her breath. The tears burning behind her eyes, she places his phone down, her eyes get caught on his suit jacket that's draped over the kitchen chair, she looks a little closer there's a makeup smudge on his collar, she picks it up to take a closer look, then the smell of another women's perfume hits her nostrils, her lower lip trembling as emotions of anger and sadness swirl around in her chest, swallowing down the tears, as she throws the jacket over the chair, pouring some coffee in her cup. Hearing Sam walking towards the kitchen, barely looking at her he throws in the files in his suitcase, taking his phone and walks towards the door, he turns around, "Have a good first day at work Amy, I need to head into work, love you" and heads right back out of there apartment door. She's left standing there shock on her face, knowing that she's right, that man she loves so dearly is cheating on her.

Still left standing there, too shocked too move a muscle, the door flung open, Sam's voice bring her out of her haze, "forgot my car keys" she glares at him, confusion prominent between his eyebrows, "did I do something wrong"

Walking closer towards him, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face "Am I not enough"

"What are you talking about Amy?"

"If you don't love me anymore give it too me straight, you don't go behind my damn back, and get another woman"

Surprised Sam looks at her like she's crazy "What the hell Amy? What is the matter with you?"

Her jaw clenches, "the Ruby chick with her messages, the make up and perfume on your clothes, you barely look at me, you work later than normal, wanna tell me I'm crazy, please go ahead"

Starting to get irritated with her accusing him of something so far from the truth, he turns towards the door, giving her one last glance as he shouts "if you think I'm capable of doing something so damn outrageous, I don't even know what I'm doing in this relationship anymore, goodbye Amy" walking out and smashing the door closed behind him.

Sliding down the kitchen cabinet, sobbing frantically, shaking her head, never in her entire life would she had thought that Sam would cheat, that Sam would be just like her father. She was always so determined to not end up like her poor mother, scattered and broken through a damn affair, but yet here she is.

 As Sam speeds to work, his thoughts can't help but to race to the sight his just seen, the look of betrayal of sadness of anger on her delicate face, her ocean blue eyes, was filled with despair, making them appear darker than they are. "Dammit" he cusses underneath his breath.

Shaking his head, if only she knew the reason he can't look her in the eyes, the reason his been working such long hours, its not because he's a cheat, no! He's building a case, a case where it looks like Paul Summers her father is involved in.  Recalling the witness that came forth, a older lady in her late forties, scared too death, she was bawling her eyes out so he pulled her into a hug, it can't be easy losing your only child. He recalls the message Amy was talking about, unlocking his phone reading the message, Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off you. 

He asked Ruby too book a special place for Amy's birthday coming up, he wanted too treat her, knowing he has been distant. But all that has gone too hell now. Thinking he should probably call her, and try too explain, but knowing her, he needs too let her cool down first, he knows the impact her father's cheating had on her, she was so reluctant, going out with him in the first place, and now she thinks that he loves another woman. "There's only one woman for me dammit" he cusses to himself, as he pulled into the parking.

Walking through the hospital doors, first time in a couple of weeks, she felt so happy too be able to go too work this morning, doing what she loves, and now... now she feels, weak, sad and broken. Walking straight to the ER. she just wants too forget about everything and drown herself in her patients problems, she's caught off guard, by the 'Welcome Back' banner hanging, a few balloons, and some nurses and doctors, welcoming her with smiles, and nods. Ada comes too give her a welcome back hug, as her best friend's arms snakes around her, she can feel the tears damming behind her eyes, she squints in order, to hide them, too push them back.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad your back, and okay, you gave me a good scare, there for a minute"

Amy forces a giggle "Thank you, Ada, and everyone, for everything, but I'm back now, let's get too work okay, we've got lives to save."

Knowing her best friend, better than she knows herself, she agrees with Amy, and gives everyone orders, where to go, which patients to see, and what to do. She won't pry, but she knows, that something aren't right, she'll just wait till she comes and talks too her.

It was a slow day, nothing too serious, just the usual GSW'S and minor injuries. But it was mid shift that, the ER. had multiple injured people entering through the doors, a Navy helicopter full off injured seals, with severe injuries, is about to land.

It was literal chaos, but Amy felt right at home, in fact it's when she felt most alive. Ada said she should check out the man, in trauma bay 2, and she went right in, expecting, no actually hoping it was something challenging. As she took some gloves, she witnessed a man, about mid thirties maybe early forties, something about him seemed familiar, but he sat on the hospital bed, cargo pants and a grey vest exposed his muscular arms, the open gash on his arm, blood seeping through and the right side of his face, there was an open deep wound, blood gushing from it. She walked closer, introducing herself. "I'm Dr. Summers, how are you feeling"

He flinches, his green eyes piercing through hers, "I feel fine, can I go now"

Shocked by his answer "No! I need to check you out first"

His picture perfect jawline hardens, "then do it already dammit"

She just smiles and assures him, she'll do her best and she starts to stitch up the wound to his face and proceeds to the one on his arms, he doesn't say much, he's pretty restless, and every now and again  she need too tell him to sit still, as she finished with the stitching. He got up, towering over her, about too leave but he didn't get far as she kindly told him "Please sit down, we still need to run some tests" 

He looks at her, like she just spoke another language, as he spoke in a rough voice "No! I need to check on my brothers." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she got irritated by his demeanor, her voice stern "I said sit your ass down now, I'm not done with you" she steadily pushed him back towards the bed, careful not too hurt him, but stern enough to let him know, she's serious.

He just threw his hands in the air, letting her know, his sort off surrendering, thinking too himself, damn this doctor is hot, any other day, and he would've asked for her number, but not today, his too worried about his team.

"I'm going to order your labs, and see a few other patients, if I come back here and see your not here, I'll get security and let them handcuff you the bed, understood" she warns

He just smirks as he's amused by this woman, who's ordering  him around as if his her two year old, not happy he folds his arms, mouthing "yes mother".

She can't help but too smile a little at the stubbornness of her patient. She proceeds further too attend to some off the other patients.

Sam sits at his desk, going over all the evidence, his gather over these few weeks, his got a solid case, a slam dunk so too say, usually he'd be so happy, but not today, if he wins this case not only will a very bad, dangerous man be off the streets, but he might loose Amy in the process. He is going to make sure her father is behind bars, by the end of this week.  Lifelong if the jury votes in his favor. 

As he sips on the cold bitter brown liquid, he hears chatter outside his door, before he could get up, he's door flung open, hearing Ruby shout, "Sir you can't go in yet" the older man just walks through, his voice loud "He'll see me"

Sam is shocked when he sees its Paul Summers, calmly he tells Ruby "You can go, thanks, close the door behind you"

She just nods and closes the door. The older man's voice angry, a warning tone "what do you think your doing Sam?"

Calmly getting up, striding closer to Amy's father "Good afternoon, Mr Summers, something I can help you with?"

"What do you think your doing, this is going to not only ruin me, but Amy, do you not cares what happens to her, by falsely accusing me"

Sam smirks, "Falsely, I don't think so, I have multiple evidence and witnesses, that can bring you down."

"Ha! We'll see about that, now won't we?" he has a devilish smile on his face. "I'm not the bad guy here, you are Samuel!"

Pointing his finger to door, "I think you better leave Paul" 

"What, like Amy is going too leave you" he provokes the young man.

"This isn't about Amy, this is about you, you are a Crime Boss, ordering your people to execute your demands , smuggling weapons, drugs and people over the border, even human trafficking, how can you, you have a daughter, how do you live with yourself."  

He laughs, "It's only business, and that money is what gave my daughter the ability to be a doctor, I am the reason she is who she is today"

Sam can't take this man's audacity anymore, he starts raising his voice "No! Paul, your not worthy off the name father, Amy, put herself through college, she worked hard to get where she is today, and the only thing she got from you, is a damn voice of you in her head, claiming she is still not enough.!"

The man's jaw tightens and his fist clenches, without thinking it through, he throws a punch, towards Sam's face, grinning as he watches the blood dripping from his now broken nose. "Don't you ever tell me I weren't a good father" as he turns around to head towards the door, he watches Sam take the back of his hand, to wipe off the red , sticky liquid, off his upper lip. "By the way Sammy boy, I bet you my case will get thrown out" he walks out leaving Sam standing there balling his fist's as he wants to punch that stupid grin off the old man's face, knowing he can't it will jeopardize his case, he will just have to wait to get him in court. But the most important thing he can do now, is make sure the witnesses is save, because something tells him, that warning weren't just for show, no! he is planning something, something big!

[cassafrasscr]

Here's the thing... I don't feel particularly good about Fearne taking the shard.

Like, Ashley seems happy and excited about Fearne's new form and powers, and I am glad about that.

I really just can't shake the feeling that Fearne was ultimately pressured into taking the shard. They should have taken more time to discuss it and actually listened to Fearne's reasons for not wanting it. Chetney was the only one who asked her about it, and he still tried to persuade her to change her mind.

Laudna and Imogen didn't ask at all, only talked about how disappointed they were that she was hesitant to take the shard's power. I know they're leaning into the whole 'embracing their darkness and power' thing, but they of all people should be most sympathetic about Fearne being afraid of how doing that could change her for the worse.

I think at least part of this is the disconnect between IRL time and in-game time. Above-table, it's been over a month since Ashton’s failed attempt to take the shard. In-game, it's been no more than 2 days. It's only been a few hours since Fearne found out the truth about who her real father is. Most of that time has been spent on the team-building scavenger hunt. There hasn't actually been time to properly process all that.

There's also the issue of Fearne's bodily autonomy to consider. For any character, taking the shard would mean accepting permanent changes to both their physical body and their powers. Ashton didn't even get to keep the Shard of Rau'shan, and look what it did to him! He lost an arm; grew a new, completely different one; and very nearly died permanently. Putting that much pressure on Fearne to accept that level of risk and self-alteration when she'd already said no is not good friend behaviour.

I would be fine with Fearne taking the shard if (instead of everyone just continuously insisting she should take it) they had respected her initial decision and let her gain the confidence to change her mind on her own.

I also would also have liked to see Fearne learning to stand up for herself and her decisions as part of her 'embracing your power' character arc. Drawing boundaries with your friends and actually enforcing them is really hard, but it’s also necessary for building healthy relationships.

Trusting Fearne's judgement on what's best for her and respecting her decisions would have been better for rebuilding the broken relationships between Bell's Hells. As it is, I don't know how much is actually going to change between them after this retreat.

Not to mention how some of them - mainly Imogen and Laudna - have kind of been trying to force something to happen between Fearne and Ashton. Like, I make no secret of being an Ashrym shipper, but I wouldn’t be comfortable with it even if I did ship Callowmoore. Like I already said, it's been 2 days max since Ashton exploded. That experience really rattled their relationship and it'll take more time and work to rebuild. If Callowmoore is going to happen, let it happen naturally.

I'm glad Allura took the time to remind them that, while the moon mission is urgent, it is still just a recon mission. Once they gather and hand off the information, they'll have more time again to step back and take a breather, and potentially decide not to involve themselves any further if they don’t want to.

(Obviously they're not gonna ditch and leave the Ruby Vanguard to VM and the M9 to deal with - they're all too invested in the outcome to back out, and it's the central plot of C3. But knowing they have the option, and that they'll have some time to make that final decision is, I think, important for their character arcs going forward.)

I dunno. Maybe it's a hot take, but it just kinda leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth.

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Seven = (Master Chapter List)

Pyrrha: Jaune what happened? You're all...

Nora: Gooey.

Jaune: Coco, happened.

Pyrrha/Nora: Coco?

Jaune: Yes Coco.

Ren: Any idea why?

Jaune: None. She just showed up, slimed me and ran away.

Pyrrha: That is rather unlike her.

Jaune: To be honest, when it happened, I had a déjà vu moment.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Jaune: Well, it feels like she's done this to me before, but I can't remember, exactly, if she has.

Ren: Well, we can wait for you to get cleaned up before we head to Vale.

Jaune: (Rubbing the back of his head) About that. Can we get a rain-check on the trip? Maybe do it tomorrow?

Nora: Why Fearless Leader? Why?

Jaune: I just feel off. I'll make it up to you guys, I promise.

Pyrrha/Ren: It's okay, Ja...

Nora: HOW?

Jaune: I know a great buffet place that has all-you-can-eat pancakes. It'll be open tomorrow. We can go there, my treat?

Nora: Apology accepted.

Jaune: You guys might as well go get something to eat while I shower. I'll meet you at the cafeteria after I'm done.

The rest of team JNPR nodded, and exited, closing the door behind them as Jaune moved to get a clean change of clothes and headed into the bathroom. As he stepped under the hot spray of water, his mind rolled back to the fifteen minutes before. Back to the time when Coco slimed him. He thought about it, and he could swear it felt like it had happened before. Shaking his head, he dunked it under the spray while reaching for his shampoo/body wash.

Twenty minutes later, Jaune left the bathroom and proceeded to find some clothing to wear.

Jaune: Argh! Too tight and not cute enough.

/=/

In the cafeteria, Nora was relaying what happened to Jaune to the members of JNPR's sister team, RWBY. Blake for the most part was disinterested and continue to focus on her book. Weiss just shook her head and focused on her salad, while Yang watched Ruby growl in annoyance.

Pyrrha: So we're thinking we should stop by CFVY's dorm and see what is going on.

Ruby: I'll come with you.

Weiss: How scandalous! Look at what that... that... that woman is wearing! This is a school!

Everyone and the table turned to look at what had Weiss so bent out of shape over...

Jaune: (waving at them excitedly) Hey guys! Like what's good, to like to have for lunch today?

Pyrrha: (Noticing some similarities between her crush and this young woman) Do we... know you?

Jaune: (Pouting) Pyr-Pyr, like that hurts, like totes, you know. It's me Jaune.

RWBY/-NPR: JAUNE!?!

Nora: What... what happened to... you?

Jaune: Like, what do you mean?

Nora: You're a girl!

Jaune: Like totally.

Nora: No, you used to be a boy! Now you're a girl! What happened?

Jaune: That's like, silly! I've always been a girl.

Weiss: Can you put on some real CLOTHES, please?

Jaune: No.

Weiss: WHY NOT?

Jaune: I must have, like, had a growth spurt or something. Nothing, like, fits, anymore.

Pyrrha: (Getting out of her seat and gently placing her shaking hands on Jaune's bare shoulders.) Jaune, listen to me.

Jaune: Like okay.

Pyrrha: What's the last thing you remember before coming to get lunch?

Jaune: Ummm... like, I'm not sure? Like everything is a jumble up there right now. If I, like, had to guess... it would be how bigger my, like boobies are, then, like yours.

Nora: (As Pyrrha looks down into Jaune's impressive cleavage) Is that one of my bras?

Jaune: Like, yeah.

Nora: Why?

Jaune: Like, I couldn't find mine, and Pyr-Pyr's were too small. (Reaches down and does some adjusting) Like this one is tight too.

Yang: (Cluing in before anyone else) Ruby, go to our room and get one of my spare uniforms! NOW!

Ruby: Yang?

Yang: (Pulls off her jacket and tosses it to Jaune) Jaune, put that on and sit down! Ruby, go!

Ruby takes off in a whirlwind of rose petals.

Pyrrha: (Also now cluing in) Jaune, quick sit. Sit!

Jaune: Why? You're all acting like I'm nakey. I'm not, I have underwear on!

Weiss: *Choking on air

Blake: (rolling her eyes) Jaune underwear is not proper clothing.

Jaune: (Pouting) Is to!

Yang: We are not having this discussion here! Put on the jacket and sit down!

Jaune: I don't wan... oh, he's cute!

Pyrrha/Nora/Yang/Blake: *Gagging

Weiss: Are you a complete air-head? That's Cardin!?!

Jaune: Cardin? Hum, I'm going over to say hi.

Jaune shrugs away the hands of her friends and starts to make her way towards team CRDL's table.

Coco: OH NO! NO, YOU DON'T ANGEL!!

Those members of RWBY and JNPR still at the table blink in confusion as Coco Adel appeared out of nowhere and scoops Jaune up, tossing her over one shoulder and racing out of the cafeteria.

Jaune: WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[lyriquette]

Old RWBY AU descriptions from the frosen steel server - 12/21/2020

Scientist!Ruby. CEO!Weiss DanceInstructor!Penny

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lilac — 12/21/2020 10:26 PM

It was just supposed to be her learning how to dance for the stupid Atlasian ball.

How'd it come to her crouching inside a cleaning closet in the dance studio, internally screaming and blushing about her dance instructor?

Her cute, quirky redheaded dance instructor. Aaaaaah! It's all Weiss's fault!

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Three weeks ago:

"Weiss. I don't even want to go to your party thing, much less find a partner for it," Ruby complained, arms flailing. The oversized lab coat was a bit out of place on her, but it kept her hands warm while working in the engineering lab and that's all that mattered.

"I don't want to go either," Weiss, donning a navy blue blazer and skirt, argued back, "But we still have to anyway. High class society has its rules, rules that can't be avoided if we want to secure funding for our very poor, independent company."

"Can't your family name do something about that? Like calling in a favor or something," Ruby frowned as she rocked back and forth in the chair, "aren't all you high society peeps close?"

Weiss laughed self-mockingly, "Family name's not so great anymore ever since Father ran off with the funds for the Mantle Residency Project, and the SDC company went under. A lot of those same families invested in that."

They both went silent with that.

"...Anyone else would still be a bazillion times more helpful than me." Ruby leaned forward and stared directly into Weiss's eyes, "Do you really want to hinge our company's funding on whether or not I can remember which fork to eat salad with?"

Weiss winced.

"Please don't say the word bazillion during the party. It's not something my chief engineer should be saying."

"Is that what you're choosing to focus on?!" Ruby screamed incredulously before shaking her head. "Can't you just choose someone else like.. uh. Blake. Yeah Blake went with you to one of these things once."

"Blake broke her ex's nose the last time I brought her to one of these," Weiss deadpanned before running a hand through her white hair, "I know you prefer to be in the lab. But literally no one else is suitable. If I bring anyone else - people not as important to this project as you, our potential investors are going to think we're insincere, and that will be fatal."

She sighed.

"Look. There will be...normal people," Weiss winced slightly at the term, "at this party too. Those old families aren't going to expect everyone to perform to their standard. All you really need to do is mingle, don't say anything controversial, and speak something good about the company..."

Ruby cautiously watched Weiss.

"...that's not so har- "

And you will need to learn how to dance with the partner you'll be bringing because our sad unspoken rules require it," she finished.

Ruby's eyes bulged momentarily.

"No."

"Ruby...."

"No. There's no way."

Weiss looks at Ruby imploringly.

"No! There's no way I'm going to a party just to go up and make a fool of myself!"

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"-and so I'm here because my boss wants me to make a fool of myself dancing but in a way where I retain enough dignity to not insult everyone there," Ruby explained to the redheaded dance instructor Weiss found her - Penny Polendina was her name.

Said girl was also trying not to laugh at her story, settling for a small choked laugh that made her feel a bit better about the situation. At least someone else found it funny.

"Well, in these three weeks, I can least teach you enough to reach that standard, " Penny giggled good-naturedly, "Have you thought about what you're going to wear to the party?"

"...Isn't this good enough?" Ruby said cautiously turning to her sides examine her lab coat, red dress shirt, and jeans. "...oh dear."

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lilac — 12/23/2020 11:28 PM To just go back the Nuts n Dolts dancing AU for a moment: 8D. Have a pair of dance sessions. 80 nsfw /j

First lesson:

"Wait. I'm not ready! How could you be asking that of me?" Ruby yelled, stepping back in panic.

"Uhh, Ruby? How else are we going to dance if we don-" Penny said skeptically.

"No don't say it!" A blushing Ruby covered her ears momentarily before putting her hands down. "Can't we just dance without you know…doing that?"

"Uhhh assuming I know what you're talking about," Penny carefully replied, a little confusion in her tone, "not doing what you're telling me not to do won't fulfill the theme of a formal dance."

Seeing the other girl glance towards the nearest exits, Penny quickly added, "tell you what. For the first day, I'll just teach you the footwork. We'll go over the other stuff another time."

Ruby instantly relaxed, "Thank god." She then hopped back as Penny took a step forward to demonstrate to her, "Ahh. What are you doing? Not so close!"

----- (edited) [11:29 PM] A couple sessions later:

"I-I just. I just need a moment," Ruby raised a finger, "I need to prepare myself." Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

"Take all the time you need," Penny kindly replied, "though if you don't mind me being too forward, do you have something against touching other people?"

"I. No. Maybe. Not really. Possibly?" Ruby mulled over her question uncomfortably before hastily adding, "It's just never come up before like this before. Like I've gotten the odd hug from family and pat on the back, and I've never minded that much. But now you're asking me- asking me to…"

"Hold hands?" Penny supplied helpfully, not quite sure whether to comfort or stay back from her dance student who suddenly blushed red.

"You said it. Not me!" Ruby yelled, hands flailing.

"I'm sorry, Ruby. But what's so ba-" Penny questioned.

"It's everything bad!! It's like uhhh the gateway gesture for more intimate things!” Ruby exclaimed, hands gesturing side to side as she explained, “first you start holding hands with each other. Then you'll begin grabbing coffee together. Sneaking glances at each other. Eating dinner together.” Her words came out faster and faster, the girl turning redder and redder as she continued, “lying on the same sofa watching TV together. Leaving toothbrushes in each other’s bathroom. Sipping on chocolate on a winter day with each other. Showing the internals of your weapons to ea-"

…Ruby suddenly stopped mouth half-open, face tomato red. Steam looked like it would be coming out of her ears if she were capable of doing so.

“Uhh. Ruby. Are you okay?” Penny asked worriedly, carefully waving a hand in front of the girl who looked like she just BSOD'd.

After a minute of waving, Penny said, “okay I guess this lesson is over. I’m…going to find you a chair so you don't fall over when you finally come to. Alright? Alright.”

[howlingday]

Ruby: (Grabs Ilia's collar) Who are you working for?!

Ilia: (Wearing White Fang mask, Twists Ruby)

Yang: We already know that, Ruby. Like this. (Grabs Ilia's breasts, Squeezes)

Ilia: (Lets go of Ruby) AAAAAAGH!

Yang: WHERE'S THE WEDDING AT?! TALK!

Ilia: DO WHAT YOU WANT! TH-THIS IS NO SWEAT COMPARED TO WHAT ADAM WILL- (Squeezed tighter) AHA-AH-AH-AH! S-STILL NOTHING COMPARED TO- (Eased off) What?

Yang: Uh, n-nothing.

Ilia: No, you eased off. What?

Yang: I... Well, I, uh... I don't know how to tell you this, but I sort of felt, uh... a lump.

Ilia: Are... Are you serious?

Yang: Yeah, I... I'm so sorry.

Ilia: Oh... Oh god... Oh- Oh god...

Yang: (Eases her down) Yeah, I just feel awful-

Ilia: How do you think I feel?!

Yang: Yeah! Yeah! No! I, uh... I totally get it! Well, not really, but... Look, maybe we should all, uh...

Ilia: I... I need to see Miss Kali.

Yang: Yeah, yeah! Go for it! Definitely, uh...

Weiss: (Gestures to neck, Draws line across)

Yang: (Shakes her head) Hey, uh, I know it's bad timing for me, but about the wedding?

Ilia: Yeah... Yeah, the wedding. It's... It's down the hall, first right turn, then frist left and you'll reach the double doors. Can't- OOGH! (Wedgied)

Yang/Weiss: RUBY!

Ruby: I didn't get to do anything!

[theuntoldoriginsoftheportmafia]

Part Ⅰ The War - Chapter 4.1

⚐ The End of The Great War ⚐

2,316 Words

~ Three weeks later ~ 

Fukuzawa and Mori sit at a tall, chipped wooden table looking over a map of the battlegrounds. The improvised base they're in is, in actuality, nothing more than a glorified tent. But it hardly matters as they prepare the ambush.

"Wouldn't it be amazing if there was some way we could take the guilt off the soldier's shoulder, to make them fight harder?" Fukuzawa muses that he feels less guilt than he should and scolds himself for trying to find ways to eradicate it.

"Money and bribes have done little in the way of removing guilt. Soldiers will be human. There is no way around it other than to make ourselves as inhuman as possible."

"Yes, but what if there was? If there was something, say giving them amnesia, or even controlling them, taking away the choice and thus the guilt. If someone is controlling them they will cease to blame themselves and blame the person above, as they should. It is politicians and officials that make the war go round after all."

Mori chuckles at his partner's far-out ideas. He agrees with him but knows there's no hope of achieving such a thing. "Mind control? It's an excellent idea, creating one order where everyone is following the same orders and knows what to do would remove the chaos of war. But how would you propose to do that, unless, of course, we find an ability user capable of mind control."

Fukuzawa is about to answer when the strike happens.

An enemy bomb hurtles into the improvised base.

Fukuzawa is thrown across the space, flung away from Mori. If nature had its way his course would have led him to land directly on the spike securing the tent to the earth. But something changes, he feels he's almost being lifted as he's brought, albeit a little roughly to the ground.

The cement blocks around the base of the tent have been tossed up into the air by the bomb's force. Fukuzawa can see the grey cube coming closer.

But strangely enough, it doesn't hit him. It's not a miracle, there isn't a divine thing about it. A young blond girl stands in front of Fukuzawa, blocking large debris from further wounding him, with her own hands, and yet she seems unharmed. Her silver butterfly clip gleams. Elise . . . the small girl who was supposed to be back at the barracks.

At the sight of her one thought fills him: 'Where is her father? Where is her father? Where is Mori? And Where is Akiko?'

Sore and aching, he lies there while the dust settles, and through the clearing dust a man walks over to him, ruby eyes still shining. 

Elise returns, dutifully, to Mori's side as he kneels beside Fukuzawa, helping to his feet. The older man staggers, dazed and dizzy, a myriad of slices, deep and shallow alike, all over his body from his path through the air. He stumbles, Mori, supporting most of his weight.

'If I had been a second slower . . .' Mori shivers at the thought.

"I'm tired." Fukuzawa slurs, "End this war, Ougai. Let's just go home."

Mori's step falters at the sound of his given name.

'It means nothing, he'll forget all this before we're back to the barracks.'

But it means everything to Mori, his stomach twists uncomfortably at seeing Fukuzawa in pain. However, it's better than the thought of losing his only friend.

-

Back at the barracks Fukuzawa is kept barely conscious by Mori in the medical bay. the young doctor is shaken, it's the first time Akiko has seen him look like this. No longer confident of things going to plan. Worried, scared, and not for himself but for someone else. She wonders about the two older men but does not let herself think too much. She has bigger things to worry about

"Can't I just heal him?"

Mori looks at his wounded partner and shakes his head, Fukuzawa's words about the officials echoing in his mind. The sight of Fukuzawa, still and bloodied in the hospital bed stirs something in Mori. How had he allowed someone so close, so important to him, to the war effort, to be hurt? 

No one is winning here.

This war has gone on long enough. Mori knows what needs to be done to end it.

"No! What do you mean no? Do you want him to die or something? If you do, I'll heal him myself and he'll cut you to itty bitty pieces."

"Be calm. His injuries are minor, he will be fine with standard treatment, and there's no need for him to be cut apart further. Now fetch me my surgical supplies and I will stitch him myself."

Akiko stays for a moment, surprised, then dashes off, quick to return with the few remaining supplies. After she'd arrived the officials, knowing they were no longer needed, let the surgical supplies run out and didn't refill them.

"Thank you, Akiko. Go and rest."

She takes the hint.

Meanwhile, Fukuzawa's eyes are fluttering closed. "Stay awake, you may have a concussion."

"Your daughter!" Fukuzawa bolts upright, then hisses in pain, blood seeping out of his wounds.

"She is fine, now stay still or you'll worsen your injuries." In his fear, Mori has returned to his cold demeanour. Fukuzawa notices, and notices the tension in his shoulders.

He stills himself, "Akiko is not going to heal me?" he's relieved, but confused.

"No, I'm having you returned to the mainland. We've implemented all the strategies we can. There is no other course or ideas to be had, no reason for you to stay here. You can go home." 

Fukuzawa's hands search for his sword, unsatisfied when he doesn't find it.

Mori nods to the broken Katana, pieces laid out on a folding chair. Both men sigh.

Defeat. The worst kind of defeat, when you've been beaten but still are forced to carry on.

"There are cuts and slashes all over your body. I'll start with your arm, you can roll up your sleeve, but it would be easier if you would simply remove your shirt." The statement is factual but for some reason, it makes Fukuzawa more alert, he nods.

"Ah, right." Slowly he tries removing the torn, blood-stained shirt, but the pain is too much.

Wordlessly, Mori helps him, cringing when he sees the cuts covering the older man's chest.

'Even all cut up like this, he' maintains his good looks. I'm sure he'll find a wonderful wife when this is all over. . . . I will most likely never see him again, and I shall be glad for him, yes. I will.' Mori shakes the thought away.

"There are more cuts than I thought. Most can be cleaned and bandaged, but I'll need to stitch a few."

Fukuzawa nods, gritting his teeth as Mori begins applying disinfectant. "What about Elise, she's really alright?"

Mori knows he must tell him. "Yes, Elise is fine."

"How? How did she even get there?"

"Because . . . I summoned her."

"Summoned?"

"Yes. Elise is . . . not my daughter. She is the manifestation of my ability, an offensive and defensive one. She saved you because I made her incorporeal and summoned her."

'So I was saved because of his reflexes. I owe him my morality and now my life. The one thing I could give back to him he'd hardly want. What am I going to do?' Fukuzawa sighs, not displeased with his situation.

"Why . . . is she a little girl, if I may ask?"

Mori closes his eyes, he doesn't need them open to do the work he's so familiar with. Behind his eyelids are memories of simpler times. " . . . She takes the form of my younger sister. She died when we were young."

"How?" Fukuzawa regrets the question as soon as it leaves his mouth but he would like a distraction. 

"She was playing catch with some of her friends. I was on the balcony watching over them. The ball rolled into a dark alley. She was always braver than I was. She was so young she did not yet know to fear the dark. She chased after her ball, not knowing there was a gang deal going on. The criminals must've turned on each other, and then they started shooting. She was caught in the crossfire. I miss her dearly. Her carefree, emotional spirit was something I've always admired. I want it for myself, but instead, I've doomed myself to a life of logic. So I keep her with me to remind me of what it is to be human and why I myself must remain logical so I can direct and lead others."

Fukuzawa is completely still at this, barely feeling the needle as Mori works.

'That explains it then, why she's so mature and aloof. He made her an adult in a child's body, a version of his sister he knows won't be hurt.'

"I'm so sorry."

"Everyone is. My mother always wanted a girl, you see. She was devastated after Elise's death. I just felt . . . numb, and it was easier to keep feeling that way."

'But when I'm with you, everything feels so real, so beautiful, all this war and destruction. I can see beauty in the blackness, so real, and it's like a drug to me.' Mori says none of this to Fukuzawa, instead continuing to stitch in silence.

When every wound has been cleaned and stitched Fukuzawa looks like a child's old doll. Stitches on every limb. Mori bandages the cuts until he looks more mummy than a man.

Bandages are at the centre of this story.

Two government agents dress cuts from their latest mission. They will go on leave soon so the wife can have her first child. 

A 13-year-old bandages his wrist with a splint, sore and strained from honing his assassination skills.

A 12-year-old gets his scuffed knee bandaged by his father, a famous detective who does so while telling him all about blood spatters at crime scenes.

An 11-year-old girl with red hair contracts her ability to help wrap her right foot in bandages to play the part of an injured girl in a play.

A 9-year-old bandages his shin where another child in his school kicked him to the ground. He regrets going out and is afraid to leave his house again, but he has not yet given up completely.

Somewhere back on the mainland, a 4-year-old boy wraps himself almost completely in bandages to hide his already too numerous scars. 

Another 4-year-old is bound by bandages holding electrodes on his body as scientists poke and prod him. Who am I? Where am I? Why? He wonders, and an ancient voice whispers answers back to him. He is too young to understand it. He won't remember this later.

Yet another 4-year-old has his hands bandaged by his mother because he wouldn't stop scratching them, frustrated that he can't write like the other children.

A black and white-haired 2-year-old is rocked to sleep beside his infant sister, by his uncle who carries a shotgun in case ability traffickers or the police try to come for the two young children. The boy dreams of his mother dancing in sunflower fields.

Another 2-year-old sits in a rickety moth eaten crib and cries over his parents whose faces he can't clearly picture. Unbeknownst to him, there is a beast inside, a beast made of not one ability, but two. The last gifts his parents could give him.

For these children, the war must end.

Neither Mori nor Fukuzawa know any of these children yet, but they know the war has carried on for far too long.

When it's determined he has no concussion Fukuzawa is allowed to sleep. 

"Good luck, Yukichi" and Mori allows himself the shortest of kisses on the man's forehead.

-

Fukuzawa is sent to a hospital on the mainland where he spends the rest of the month recovering. When he is well enough to move comfortably he visits the children's ward and helps the nurses read them stories.

"Orphans of the war." a kind nurse tells him, "We work with the church to try to keep as many as we can but some end up in other seedier facilities."

Fukuzawa's most constant companion though, is a calico cat. A male calico, which makes him even more rare. The cat, Fukuzawa notes, seems oddly intelligent. But he's glad to have the furry companion.

-

Back on Tokoyami Island, Mori has had enough. Enough nights of Akiko's tears and soldiers trying to die so they don't have to return to the battle. He forms a plan for surrender. It's a good plan, an elegant plan. The officials are hearing none of it. 

"The immortal regimen is working, why quit now?"

"Can't you see?" he asks, "We are getting nowhere."

They reject his proposal. 

-

As the month ends Fukuzawa grows restless. There is only one way to end this war. He knows what must be done.

On the first morning of the new month, he discharges himself, giving a last head pat to his furry friend, and heading out.

With his back to the rising sun, he heads to the government building.

-

In two weeks he knows every one of their schedules by heart.

And one by one he slays them, disappearing in the fall fog before anyone knows they're dead. And he remembers the thrill of the blade, once again. 

When the news breaks from official after official falling dead no one suspects the kindly gentleman in the blue haori. Why should they?

-

Well, to say no one would be incorrect, there is one man, a simple army surgeon, who knows the truth.

When the news reaches Tokoyami a week after the killings begin, Mori knows exactly who is responsible. But he says nothing. And he thinks that Akiko knows as well, but she makes no mention of it. This is how she gets to go home.

When the last key official and their backer fall, the superiors, with no one to take orders from, are forced to surrender, recalling what few troops are left.

The war is over.

They can all go home, Mori, Akiko, . . . and Fukuchi. But Fukuchi will never truly leave the battlefield.

[inafieldofdaisies]

5 Songs Ship Playlist | Tagged by @clicheantagonist ty <3 | Tagging @cassietrn @neverthesameneveranother @vampireninjabunnies-blog @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @jacobsneed @nightbloodbix @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @madparadoxum @thesingularityseries @aceghosts @euryalex @redreart @purplehairsecretlair @jinfromyarikawa @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners and anyone that would like to do the tag too <3

I'm pretty sure I did this tag for John and Sabrina a while back, but since then I definitely have added new songs in the WIP playlist, so I thought I would do a part 2 for them together with Calahan and Mary May (bcs I so felt inspired today to finally make them a ship banner, then I had to do one for Sabrina and John too, because "we're feeling ignored here" ... always happens anytime I do something as edit for Calahan) &lt;3 I'm as always including lyrics too.

Each step I left behind Each road you know is mine Walking on a line ten stories high Say you'll still be by my side If I could take your hand, oh if you could understand That I can barely breathe, the air is thin I fear the fall and where we'll land We fight every night for something When the sun sets, we're both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames

We can't look back for nothin' Take what you need, say your goodbyes I gave you everything This darkness is the light

Your hand is watching mine like an LA hawk My hand is well aware that it’s being stalked Won’t see it smile while I’m chewing on the flame ‘Cause I’ve never been one to ruin the game He’s a keeper, he’s a believer He’s on the ground on his knees in a theater And he put us in a car, I don’t know where we are But he fell in love with the fever “I could never leave her, I could never keep her” That’s what he says to the neighborhood preacher

I watch us burn and fall The heat is ten feet tall The potential is bench-pressing us into the wall And the flicker flames weave in through my teeth If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?

If I tell you what I’m thinking Promise you won’t tell yourself If you tell me what you’re thinking I swear I won’t tell myself

She lies within Buried deep Taking over

But I can’t give in So I find a way to control her

Ruby as a metaphor, said by Renee: “[Ruby is] the fears, dark shadow side that [we] don’t like to face.”

I’ve been lost since long ago Is there redemption for a soul That can’t be saved I know you’re the way back home But every time I think I’m close I’m worlds away Pull me to your heaven

(Totally fitting for whenever they team up to make John's day worse :D)

Rite of passage, classic havoc Match in the gas tank, ooh, that's wretched Unstoppable, legendary animal Digital justice, now you're gonna know usHail to the king and queen of the ruckus I've always liked to play with fire

There's something about you It's not that I doubt you Angels circle around you 'Cause you shouldn't be on your own I know that you need it, I think you should leave with me 'Cause you got me believing that you shouldn't be all alone You can use all of me Take a hit, baby, breathe I can do all you need Take a hit, baby, breathe And use me

I pop off, cause mayhem Like a Molotov, I burn it down Just to top it off, ha I'm causing damage, knocking them down

We're not the only ones who fall apart You're the only one I'm thinking of And it's time we pick the pieces up I don't wanna be alone again Do you wanna be alone again?

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Could I request how would Carina react if her best friend is dating her father (Barbossa)?? (Let's say Barbossa didn't die)

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

How carina would react if you were her best friend dating her father🌠🌊

You've been keeping it a secret, having little meetings with the captain at night on board the pearl in his quarters.

You secretly had an affair with him behind everyone's back, fearing of what the others might say.

Carina was studying the diary of Galileo, tracking the stars in the map using the Ruby to reveal the images.

Jack came along with a mischievous scheme. He had caught you and barbossa the night before, having a little romantic rendezvous affair.

"Question: Have you noticed anything odd-er about your dear old dad, say... anything different, " Jack's eyes slightly squinted, trying to give Carina a hint.

"I'm busy trying to navigate Jack," Carina said, not putting up with Jack's attempts. "And even if I did, I'm sure it's his business and not mine to tattle with".

"Hm, well, his business had his lips on a young lass last night," Jack gagged at the thought of anyone kissing barbossa. "Quite a revolting sight actually".

Carina looked up from the diary and gave a confused glance toward Jack. "What on earth are you trying to convey? Are you saying my father was with a woman last night?".

"Luckily not a wench," Jack smiled, "but someone closer to us--well--more to you."

"Firstly, that is a vile accusation to make," Carina spoke sharply. "Secondly you must be under the impression of a drunken dream you thought was real".

"I have no doubt y/n takes her fancy in a man that isn't my father" Carina wanted to conclude.

"And, I have no doubt as well love, but what I saw be true and she was either three sheets to the wind or your friend has terrible taste". Jack pointed out. "Actually, it would've made more sense if she were with a dashing captain like me."

"But--she's half the age Jack, no, no way even under the heavens am I going to beileve this." Carina tried to shake the thought off her mind. "It's not my business to know who he spends an evening conceiving with."

"Speak for yourself then love, I can't say whether or not you should bieleve ol' scraggly beard was puckering his lips on a fine young regal lass." Jack shrugged and leaned against the taffrail.

Carina was in disbelief, she trusted you and you didn't tell her about your feelings.

What made it even worse was it was her father of all people.

She would confront you, she would ask how, when and why. She demands answers.

In jacks words he gave to you for advice on your feelings he said "love my dear is a mysterious thing innit, a wonder in itself really, I can't predict who or what I entice myself to, only I'm drawn to it and I cherish it".

"Just know your father loves you and I. He wouldn't want to hurt either of us" you said.

"Your his treasure" you reminded Carina.

She would eventually understand, accepting her father is happy.

Perhaps this was a good thing, he afterall cherishes his own family.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️