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After watching a romcom with Tommy (who mentions offhand that nobody has ever romanced him like that), Buck activates his inner romantic (ie Season1Boyfriend!Buck) with one mission in mind: to completely and utterly sweep Tommy off his feet.

Tommy is this cool, confident and unflappable guy 24/7, and Buck has this need to see him blush.

Flowers, a candlelit meal, slowdancing in the moonlight. The whole shebang, and Tommy melts.

Im so sorry that this took an absolute age to get to! Lots of stuff going on and illness blah blah blah ANYWAY! Here it is, I hope you like it.

As Always if you have a bucktommy or saltommy prompt send to my ask box. Smut, fluff, whump.. whatever you want

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RATING: T

TW: 1 use of the f-slur

WORDS: 2,432

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Buck knew that Tommy loved a romcom. He liked lots of genres of movies, and all for different reasons. But romcoms he loved because of the fantasy of them. He’d told Buck once that growing up with a father like his, and then spending the majority of his adult years firmly tucked away in the closet, that he’d wholeheartedly believed that a true love or romance was not in his own future. That living vicariously through two people on screen, even if they were straight, was the closest thing he’d get to a happy ending.

He’d very much changed his mind since he’d met his Evan, but still Buck had been determined to give him all the romantic moments he’d missed out on over his life.

It started with surprising Tommy with a candle lit dinner ready when he came home from work.. Which ended with Buck being bent over the table as dessert. Not quite the emotional response he was going for, but hey who was he to say no to that!

Tommy mentioned once a book he loved as kid and Buck spent three weeks hunting down a first edition. He was certainly blown away by Bucks thoughtfulness and showed him immediately by getting on his knees. Again Buck was happy to oblige - he always was - but it still wasn’t the response he was truly hoping for.

He wanted to sweep Tommy entirely off his feet. Woo him to the point of breathlessness. Make him feel so unbelievably cherished and loved that he forgets out to speak.

And then the idea hit him.

Oddly, while watching Carrie.

“Man, the worst thing that happened at our senior prom was Mikey Jacobs spiking the punch. I still can’t drink Jack Daniels” Buck reminisced.

“Better than pigs blood, babe. Or, you know, the revenge by telekinesis.”

“True. What about you? What was yours like?”

Tommy sighed. “I, uh, didn’t go to mine.”

“Really?” Buck looked at him in surprise. “I mean granted you were secretly gay, but I know the girls would have been killing each other to get the Tommy Kinard to take them to prom.” The idea seemed to bring such joy to his Evans face that Tommy almost didn’t want to admit the reality.

“I appreciate the support, babe, but I wasn’t exactly drowning in dates with girls.” He laughed “I was 6’2” by the time I was 15 but I didn’t know how to build muscle or even eat right for my body’s needs. I went from 5’8” and over weight to 6’2” and skinny, which my dad just loved to point out constantly. I was super insecure and had zero confidence to ask a a girl out.” A look of sadness flickered across his face.

“Did people not go stag at your school?”

Tommy huffed a cold laugh. “Only fags and virgins go stag to a prom, Thomas.” He mimicked his father’s voice. Buck gently rubbed Tommys arm.

“I’m sorry you had to hear shit like that from your dad. You deserved so much better than that.”

“I know that now and mostly because of you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to Bucks lips and smiled.

“Good.” He smiled back, already formulating his next plan to woo the shit out of his boyfriend.

This one took a few weeks of planning but Buck was certain it would knock Tommys socks off.

Tommy was surprised that Lucy had suddenly turned up at Harbour on what was supposed to be her day off. Even more surprised when she offered, nay - insisted - that she take Tommys remaining 24 hours of his 48 hours shift.

In the end their Captain had to practically shove him out of the harbour doors to get him out. He eventually relented and left for home.

Approaching their front door he noticed a note in handwriting so bad it had to be Bucks. God did he love him but the man’s penmanship looked like a doctor’s. A drunk doctor’s. Wearing a plaster cast. Thankfully after almost a year together he’d learned how to decipher Evans scribbles.

“Go straight upstairs.

Shower and get dressed..”

“Huh?”

“Don’t “huh” me, Kinard. Just do it. Then meet me in the dining room.

P.s: love you, Your Evan.”

Tommy chuckled to himself but did as he was asked and walked straight up the stairs to their bedroom. He was surprised, and confused, to see his tux freshly pressed and laid out on their bed.

After showering and dressing he made his way back down found himself knocking on his own dining room door for permission to enter.

“Come in.” Evans voice called from inside.

Tommy opened the door his mouth and eyes opened wide at what he saw.

The table had been pushed to the side wall, with a black cloth draped over the top, atop of which was a punch bowl filled with an orangey pink liquid. Surrounding it was lots of bowls filled with candy and chips and other kids favourite snacks.

A shiny disco ball hung from the ceiling with paper decorations swinging from the Center of the room and up to the corners. Twinkling lights hung all around giving the room a gorgeous warm glow.

And standing in the centre of the dining room, under the disco ball, in a tux that fit him so fucking perfectly was the most beautiful man Tommy had ever seen.

“What’s.. what’s going on?” Tommy asked not being able to hide his smile.

Evan took a few steps toward him and held out his hand. “Thomas Kinard. Will you go to prom with me?” Every time Tommy thinks he can’t fall in love with Evan any more, he’s proven wrong.

For the next two hours they do nothing but dance like idiots, drink spiked punch (tequila instead of Jack Daniel’s this time - buck would actually like to remember this prom), and snack on junk food.

Tommy couldn’t remember the last time he had let loose like this. Or even smiled this hard. Evan was by far the greatest joy to ever come into his life. He reminded Tommy of what fun was, what joy was and what it felt like to be truly unashamedly himself - something that nobody had ever made him felt safe enough to truly be.

Buck knew he’d achieved his task of sweeping Tommy off his feet tonight already, but there was one more thing he decided, last minute, that he was going to do.

Buck picked up his phone and searched for the perfect song, settling on Songbird by Eva Cassidy because it was on the soundtrack to Tommy’s favourite movie Love, Actually. He didn’t even need to do anything because as soon as the opening bars played through the speaker Tommy instantly knew what it was and pulled Buck into a slow dance.

They swayed slowly and silently for a few moments just breathing in the perfect moment with each other with Tommys arms wrapped around Bucks waist and Bucks arms around his neck.

“So, not that I’m complaining, babe, what with all the romancing lately?” Tommy asked.

“You deserve it.” Was Bucks simply reply. Tommy looked at him with a mixture of adoration with a hint of confusion. “You go out of your way to show me how much you love me and to do all these sweet and romantic things for me, but you deserve them too. You deserve to be shown how much you mean to me also.” Tommy was looking at him with those eyes again - the big bright ones Buck first saw right before Tommy had kissed him for the first time - and he had to use every bit of strength to hold back from jumping him, because he needed to say this before his courage disappeared.

“I see how you look at these little moments in the romcoms you love and I hate that you never got to experience them, so I wanted you to have some of them of your own. Our own.

“Plus, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you just how much I love you. To tell you how unbelievably happy that you walked, well, flew into my life. To tell you that I have never in all of my life thought that I deserved to have someone so beautiful and kind and wonderful and just fucking incredible as you. And.. and to ask you to marry me.”

Tommy blinked. Did he hear that correctly?

“Wh-what?”

“I know, it’s.. we’ve not even been together a full year yet, and full disclosure I didn’t even know I was going to ask until like 10 minutes ago so I don’t have a ring, and-“ Tommy grabbed Buck either side of his neck and pressed his lips firmly against his. When Tommy pulled back his cheeks were wet with tears cascading over his beautiful lower lashes. Finally, Buck thought.

“Hold that thought.” He said simply before quickly leaving the room. He took 2 steps at a time as he hurtled upstairs, before running back down seconds later back to Buck still stood in the center of the dining room.

He lifted up his palm on top of which was a dark blue velvet box, opened, with 2 tarnished silver bands of differing sizes, each with a shiny silver strip running around the centre of each of them.

“You bought.. how long have you..” Buck could barely get the words out. His eyes kept flicking between Tommys beautiful face and the rings in his hand.

“About a month. Well, I ordered them custom made about 2 months ago but I’ve had them for a month.”

“Custom?” Was all Buck could get out.

Tommy pointed to the shiny part of the rings. “A couple of years ago I had this rescue and the husband of the woman we were life flighting was telling us about how they met. Anyway, he said that his family had this tradition of putting something sentimental in the band to give to your partner as.. sort of as a piece of you.

You know that piece of metal that sits on my desk in the study?”

“Y-yeah. It’s part of the blade from the first chopper you flew when you transferred to harbour.”

“Right. Well, it now has a little chunk missing.” He laughed. “Transferring to the 217 was the first piece of me finally becoming who I always wanted to be. You’re the last piece, Evan.”

Buck had this whole night planned - minus is own spontaneous proposal - and had wanted Tommy to be the feeling pleasantly surprised and loved.. yet here he was himself being loved so fucking beautifully it was taking everything within him to not break apart right there.

“What’s-what’s in your ring?” He asked.

“Well, that was.. a little trickier. And full disclosure on my part - Maddie knows because I had to enlist her help.”

“Okay..”

“It’s kinda difficult to pick something when your boyfriend loves so many things,” he teased “and then Maddie.. she gave me a little silver bracelet that she was given as a kid and-“

Buck inhaled a breath when he realised what bracelet Tommy was referring to. Immediately his whole chin began to quiver and tears fell from his eyes.

“The one that Daniel gave to her.”

“Yeah.” Tommy said softly. “She told me how he’d seen it one day when he was with your grandparents when he was 6 or something and insisted he give to her for her birthday.” Buck nodded, not being able to find words. “She said that this would be something that would be special to you because you never got to know him. Is-is that okay?”

Buck looked from the ring back to up Tommy; eyes completely blurred from tears pouring out of him.

“I.. this..” He could always find peace in Tommy eyes but this was all so.. it was overwhelming and.. he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

“Tommy, this whole night was-was supposed to be about you.. a-and showing you just how much to mean to me and then..” he blew out another breath trying to center himself “and then here you are with the most beautiful fucking gesture, I.. I can’t..” The tears flowed once again and this time he threw his arms around Tommys neck and held on tight. Tommy, as he always did, reciprocated and held him tightly back.

“I love you so fucking much.” He cried into Tommys neck. Tommys own tears were flowing too, now.

“God I love you, too, Evan. More than I could ever even show you.”

“I don’t know-“ Buck pulled back with a laugh “I think you hit it out of the ball park with this one.” He gently thumbed Tommys tears from his cheeks. He looked closer at the rings.

“Are there inscriptions?”

“Only on yours.” Tommy replied, sniffing.

“For my Evan. Always.” Buck read out loud. Tommy wiped away Bucks next tears that came. They were the only type of tears he ever wanted to illicit from his Evan.

“I thought you would what to decide what to inscribe on my ring. Can I put it on you now?” Tommy asked.

“Uh, technically I should be putting on you because I asked first. Actually, you haven’t actually said yes by the way..”

Tommy reached up an gently placed back an errant curl that had fallen onto Bucks forehead and looked at him with those big earnest eyes again.

“Yes.”

Buck took the ring out of the box and slid it onto Tommy finger, then Tommy did the same with Bucks ring.

Buck gripped the lapels of Tommys tux and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed into it. It wasn’t a kiss that they’d shared before; this one was full of promise, of hope, a future - the rest of their lives as husbands.

Tommy pulled back for a second “By the way, I did promise Maddie that the second we became engaged that we would face time her. Where’s your phone?”

“She can wait a little bit.” Buck replied aiming his lips at Tommys neck.

“You sure? She might be mad.” Buck lifted up and looked Tommy in the eyes.

“Tommy, there’s only one thing I want to do right now and it absolutely does not involve my sister.”

“She can wait a little bit.” Tommy repeated wrapping his arms around his Evans neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss.

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billthedrake · 7 months

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SUGAR DADDY (PART ONE)

I was cooling down from my run, and I was paying more attention to the traffic light to cross. I almost didn't see them.

But the man saw me, a look of embarrassment sweeping his face before the familiar friendly tone won out.

"Luke?" he said.

"Mr. Keenan," I replied automatically, as if the recognition was coming out of my mouth before it hit my brain. Mr. Keenan was my buddy Rich's dad, a successful corporate lawyer or something. I know Rich had issues with his father, made even worse by his parent's divorce, but Mr. K was always beyond nice to me. And truth be told, I always found him incredibly attractive. Tall, handsome, salt and pepper coming in on the temples, kind of like a TV dad. Even now he was in a nice-cut navy suit, dress shirt and no tie.

His blue eyes were taking me in. It had been over three years since I'd last seen the man, since high school graduation, and I'm sure I looked different now. "I almost forgot you went to school here," he said. "Georgetown?" he prompted.

"Yes, sir. They haven't kicked me out yet," I smiled in my self-deprecating way.

It was then that I noticed the woman standing next to him. She couldn't have been any older than me. She was pretty, real pretty, with that sorority girl look. Straight blond hair and big tits for a girl with her trim frame. At least they showed off well in that spaghetti strap cocktail dress she had on. Her high heels didn't get her close to Mr. K's 6'3" height but they added a couple of inches.

I now had a pretty good idea why Rich's parents got divorced.

The man's date was good at hiding her annoyance at my presence but not good enough that I couldn't see that she wanted to get on to where they were going. Part of me couldn't blame her. It was fall, the evening was cool, and she was underdressed for it.

Mike Keenan realized where I was looking and that embarrassed look came back on his face. "Luke, this is Kimberly..." he turned to his girlfriend or date or whatever. "Luke's from back home," he explained. Almost with an emphasis of meaning.

Turning back to me. "We should go, buddy... but it's great running into you, Luke."

"You, too, Mr. Keenan," I said. It was only then that I was self conscious about standing on a busy Georgetown sidewalk in my sweat-drenched running clothes, the cool getting to me now that the exercise was wearing off.

He flashed his trademark smile, like he always did when I came over. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, deftly extracting a business card. "I'm in DC a few nights a week these days. Reach out and we'll catch up, OK?"

"Sure thing, Mr. K," I said, taking the card in my fingers.

Then I watched as my friend's dad and his college-aged girlfriend went walking on to their date spot.

****

"I was gonna ask if you can keep things under wraps about Kimberly," Mr. Keenan said as we waited for our burger at a nice but not overly fancy bistro that DC seemed to have a ton of. I'd met Mr. K closer to his hotel, just two nights after running into him.

"Oh yeah, sure," I said. If the man had asked me to give an alibi to the police for something I probably would have. I mean, Mike Keenan always was great to me, encouraging me in my baseball playing and even helping me out with college admissions stuff, since my folks were more blue collar. His dating life was really none of my business, but I felt like it was conversation worthy. "How long have you two been dating?"

He squirmed in his seat and sighed. "A while... not too long..." he said then gave me a long hard look. "Listen, Luke, you can keep this between us, right?"

The blue eyes and handsome jawline and perfect teeth were gonna make me crush out a little on the man, like I did back in high school. "Absolutely," I replied. Earnest as hell.

He smiled. He could read my sincerity, and I think it amused him. He leaned back and had a soft leer on his face, a side of him I'd never seen. "She's not my girlfriend," he explained. "I met her on one of those sugar daddy sites."

I may have been a dumb jock, but I figured out what he meant pretty quick. "You mean she's a hooker?" I asked. I had to laugh, and Mr. K laughed back.

"No, well, not exactly," he replied. "But there's a little of that, even if we both pretend that's not what's going on." His eyes searched out mine, and I knew he was trying to read if I was freaked out or judgmental. I wasn't, just surprised.

I tried to pass off my shock with a joke. "She expensive?" I said.

He grinned, with a I-can't-believe-you-asked-that look. But he replied anyway. "Very. But I can afford it."

Something about his tone and lecherous nature got me hard. Not chubbed, but full on erect in my jeans.

The man mistook my horniness for a different reaction. "Sorry Luke," he said. "I shouldn't have said that... only you asked."

"No, it's good," I assured him. "Just didn't expect it, is all."

"Fair," he said. He sighed again. "Seriously, Luke, not a fucking word to Rich. Or anyone. I mean it."

"I won't, Mr. K, promise," I assured him. He probably didn't want to talk about it anymore, but I was very curious. "So... how's it work exactly?"

"How's what work?"

"The sugar daddy thing."

He seemed more businesslike. Maybe he enjoyed being able to confide, or maybe he just was humoring me. "I pay for Kimberly's apartment and of course for dates," he explained. "There are gifts, too, but she doesn't make me jump through hoops like some of the others."

I was letting it sink in that this one wasn't Mr. K's first. I knew the guy was loaded, but that kind of money was wild to me.

"Damn, I should get a sugar daddy," I joked.

Without missing a beat, Mr. Keenan shrugged his shoulders and said, "You could. If that's what you wanted."

I blushed. I was still pretty closeted though Rich Keenan knew. Maybe Mike Keenan knew too.

The man seemed to enjoy catching me off guard. "A colleague of mine goes for high-class call boys, but I've been trying to convince him to go for something more legit." This was definitely a new side to Mike Keenan than I'd seen.

He paused. "Sorry, Luke. I'm not really suggesting... You know that, right?" The old Mr. K was back.

"Yeah, Mr. Keenan," I said. I wasn't totally naive, but this evening had already made me feel more green than I wanted.

He held up his empty rocks glass in a gesture for the bartender to bring another. He then turned to me. "You have any special men in your life?"

So Mr. K did know.

I shook my head. "I've hit the apps some," I said with candor. "But no one special."

He patted me on my shoulder, like he used to back when I'd come over to visit Rich. Like a buddy or a dad. "Well, you've grown into a fine young man, Luke Bowman. I'm sure that someone special will come soon... maybe when you're not expecting it."

OK, I was more than a little crushed out.

***

Something about seeing Mr. Keenan was a spark in my life that I needed. I'd spent too much of my college years scared. Scared of getting out there, of meeting men. I liked men who were older. Coach types, though that was out of bounds and not realistic. But I changed the age range on my app profile and decided I was going to be open to engaging with men who turned me on there.

It was hit or miss. I heard from some real obnoxious guys. I went on some dates with a really fucking hot doctor who was great sex but then basically ghosted me. I had a couple of hookups that were good for what they were.

I wasn't being a man-whore exactly, but I enjoyed making up for lost time a little.

Strangely Mr. K became my confidante. I don't know why I thought the man would be homophobic, hell maybe deep down he was, but we each shared a secret with the other. And once he was back in DC for business that spring, I met him every other Wednesday for burgers and beer, depending on my game schedule. I got the increasing feeling that he valued his time with me, since he and Rich didn't get along well these days. The man carried a lot of guilt for his broken marriage, but he'd be the first to admit that he'd probably do the same thing all over again.

"Buddy, college girls are the best," he leered one Spring night as we finished our meal. Mr. K let his hair down a LOT with me these days. "I know they don't do anything for ya, Luke, but Jesus, fuck..."

I laughed. I knew Mike Keenan was a grade-A horndog and probably not a good man in that way, but I enjoyed seeing his naughty side.

"You ever think about dating one for real, Mr. K?" I asked. For most of our meetings, it had been mostly my buddy's dad asking me about my life, but it was just now getting to the point where I felt like I could ask personal questions like this.

He shook his head. "It wouldn't work. Besides, I wouldn't do that to Rich." It was a strangely profound admission.

I gulped. Yeah, I could see it from my buddy's perspective, having a stepmother his age, or younger even.

"That's cool, Mr. Keenan. But you gotta live your life, too," I said.

That caught the man off guard. He looked at me then smiled. He reached over and ruffled my hair. "You really think that, dont ya?" he asked.

I nodded, embarrassed.

He grinned. "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm enjoying my middle age years. A little too much."

"With Kimberly?" I prompted. He hadn't mentioned her in a while.

"I called off that arrangement," he said bluntly. "She wanted more."

"A ring?" I laughed. I didn't get straight people, not really, but at the same time they were my entire world.

That leer returned to the man. "No. More money. I'm taking a break for now."

"How long will that last?" I teased.

"Dunno. A month. Maybe two. Till I get horny again."

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have to wait that long to get laid, Mr. K."

It was meant as a playful comment, at least in my head. But the second it came out I realized I'd said too much. That Mr. Keenan could read everything in my face, everything I'd kept hidden. How attracted I was to him, how crushed out I was on him, how jealous I was of Kimberly or whatever sorority chick he was banging.

The look on the man's face could now see it all.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I started getting a panic attack. I stood up from the bar stool. "I should go," I said.

A hand reached out and gripped my forearm. Mr. K's grip was surprisingly strong. "Luke. It's OK."

Somehow, his understanding made it worse. I shook my head and broke free. "Sorry," I muttered. Then made a beeline for the door.

I felt dumb and intensely vulnerable as I walked to the bus stop. I'd messed up this friendship thing I had with Mike Keenan, but maybe it was fucked up that I was hanging out with my friend's dad like this in the first place. No maybe about it: it was majorly fucked up.

I was a block away from the stop when I got a text.

"Can I convince you to come back, Luke?" the man wrote. "I get it buddy."

I knew the smart thing would be to keep walking. To send a polite no thanks reply. Or just ignore the text. Instead I typed. "Yes Mr. K." And I walked back to the restaurant.

Mike Keenan was standing outside, looking handsome as fuck in his expensive suit. He had a worried look on his face, and I knew immediately he'd dashed out after me but didn't know which way I went.

His face brightened when he saw me. "We don't have to stay here," he said. "I settled up."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry..." I started to apologize, but he stopped me.

"You were honest," he said directly, blunt but still friendly. "Besides, what man doesn't like to hear he's attractive?"

I gave a wan smile and hunched my shoulders in a shrug. "A lot of straight men, I imagine."

I couldn't tell if Mike Keenan was just humoring me. He had a look of sympathy on his face for sure as he reached out and patted my arm. "How bout this? No labels between us, Luke?"

I didn't get what he was saying exactly, but I knew it was meant to reassure me. I nodded.

"Feel like coming to my hotel?" he asked. "We can just talk."

"Yeah." I was feeling a ton of emotions coursing through me. But I wanted more Mr. K time. "Sounds nice."

That seemed to relax him and put him in a good mood as we walked the few blocks to the nice, business-class residence hotel where he was staying. I couldn't help but sneak looks over his way. He just looked incredible in his suit, not a trim cut one like younger guys sometimes wore but it still flattered his build and height. In my mind, the suit made him look like one of those DC power players and in some messed up way that turned me on.

We weren't too chatty as he led me up to his room. It was fancy to my eyes but had that empty aura that hotel rooms do, even if Mr. K's luggage and belongings were around.

I was looking around the place when the man stepped up right behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. I smelled his cologne and felt his kisses along my neck. I guess we were going to do more than just talk.

"Oh, God, Mr. K," I hissed. This probably a record time for how fast I could throw hard. That boner was nearly instant.

"You can call me Mike," he said.

"OK," I said dumbly.

His hands traveled up and down my T-shirt. I was primed to be turned on by this man, but he was going to put me in heat.

"You OK with this, buddy?"

"You have no idea, Mist.. Mike" I replied.

My slip up got a chuckle from him. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and the touch of his hand against my belly felt electric. "You have an amazing body, Luke."

"You too, sir," I replied.

He kissed some more along my neck and his voice got deeper, hoarser. "Do you suck cock, Luke Bowman?"

The grunt from the man was an indication I'd said the right thing. "I don't know that I'm good for all the other stuff," he said, "but I'd REALLY love to feel your mouth on me, buddy."

I knew what he meant. The man wasn't going to reciprocate, and I'd have to be fine with that. I was. "I don't need anything in return, Mike," I said. "I want to suck you."

He had that huge horndog grin on his face when I finally turned to face him. We were matched in height but he felt like my opposite in so many ways. Older, successful in his career, straight, though I was getting the fuller meaning of his "no labels" comment.

Especially as his face inched in and his lips met mine. I was kissing Rich Keenan's dad and the forbidden nature of that just added to my thrill. I took a second to feel up his sides, under the suit coat. Mr. K didn't object, he just went deeper with the kiss. Mike Keenan was a great kisser.

"You're a very handsome young man," Mr. K finally said as he pulled back.

"God, Mike," I grunted. This was every JO fantasy I'd had coming to life.

With that naughty look on his face, he reached down and started unzipping. I didn't even look down, not yet, but I could tell from his shoulder motion that he was hauling out his cock.

"Please, buddy," he hissed.

"Here?" I asked dumbly. In my hookups before BJs had been naked and on a bed.

"Here," he growled. This was that other side of Mr. K, the kind who hired sugar babies to get his needs taken care of.

I squatted down. I was a catcher for the Hoyas baseball team, so at least I had this motion down, I thought to myself.

Mike Keenan's cock was gorgeous. Big and meaty and cut but not overly long. It jerked and pulsed as he looked down on me.

"You done this before, right?" he asked. That concerned paternal voice coming out.

I nodded. "Some," I replied. "I wish I had more practice." Then with an honesty I probably shouldn't have had, I added, "I want this to be good for you, Mike."

He chucked and moved his hand to run through my hair. It was strangely affectionate. "You'll do great, buddy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Leaning in, I could smell the mild, natural musk of a man's crotch, which was matched by Mr. K's saltiness as I began licking him. I gripped the base of his prick to steady it for my sucking, but I maybe didn't even need to do that. Mike was rock hard.

"Yes..." he hissed as I went down on him. I was still pretty green at sucking cock, but I was probably better than Kimberly or whatever sugar baby he'd lined up in the past. Or even the former Mrs. Keenan, I thought crudely.

That knowledge had me going for it. I swallowed four inches of the man in one go, held just a second to let my throat get used to it. Then I started going up and down. It took a second for me to get my rhythm and another for me to get the suction. But I knew I did by the urgency of the man's fingers in my hair, not exactly pushing me down on his crotch but aiding and guiding me in my bobbing motion. He was probably thinking of some chick while I blew him, but I was OK with that.

Only his next words broke me of that idea. "Luke, buddy... you're getting me there," he hissed. Mr. K was very present in this blowjob. I paused a second and looked up at him, and could see he was looking down at me.

I wanted to get him off. So I looked back forward and went for it. The best I could deliver. I hoped it was enough.

The fingers grew tighter. "Gonna cum... Don't pull off," Mike growled. "Please."

At that moment I felt bad for straight men. Even if I should have felt bad that Mr. K wasn't gonna suck me. I just felt any woman was stupid not to want to swallow Mike Keenan's cum.

"UNNFH!" came the sound of his release as he flooded my mouth and throat with his salty-sweet cum. Maybe Mike was backed up, but he was a heavy shooter all right. I accepted it all, swallowing it in waves as quickly as he fed it to me. I think my sucking sensation only added to his orgasm. He finally pulled out, prick wet and still hard.

"God fucking damn, buddy, that was great," he said with a satisfied smile. Then as he caught his breath and I stood up, he added, "Can I jerk you off or anything?"

That sounded great. "You got any lube?"

He nodded and walked over to the bathroom to root around his toiletries bag. He stepped back in, his prick softer but still sticking out. With a grin, he tossed me travel container of lube. "Don't be shy," he said.

I was already undoing my shorts, which fell to the floor. Then I peeled down my underwear, letting Mike see my hardon. It was a trip for me, being mostly naked in front of him. Maybe he wasn't gonna be fully gay for me, but he was open to seeing my dick as I squirted the liquid on my stalk and start stroking.

With a grin he stepped up to me, a little to the side, placing his hand on my belly and working up beneath my shirt as he met me for a kiss.

That's all it took. I didn't come instantly but instantly I began that climb to orgasm. Mr. Keenan's kiss and touch was the extra stimulation to get me there.

I moaned into his mouth as I shot my cum, shooting out onto the hotel carpet.

He broke the kiss when I was done and patted my chest. "You needed that, buddy," he said with satisfaction.

"I did," I nodded. "Thanks."

Things felt a little awkward now. I'd crossed some major lines with this guy that evening, and now that I'd gotten off I felt majorly self conscious about it.

"You OK, Luke?" he asked as we tucked back in.

"I'm OK, Mr. Keenan."

"You can NEVER tell Rich about what just happened," he said.

"You know I'm gonna keep everything private," I said. "You can trust me."

He nodded. "Why don't you get cleaned up. Feel like a drink? I have some scotch here or you can raid the mini bar."

I nodded. "I don't know anything about scotch, but you can teach me."

He chuckled. "All right."

It felt nice to just talk. Mr. K let me open up, about men and being gay and what I really wanted from dating and sex. The man talked about his very limited experience with guys when he was a teen.

"I should have figured men would be better at giving head," he said with a playful leer. "That was incredible, Luke. For real."

"I'm glad," I said. Maybe this wasn't a healthy hookup, but it had felt incredibly satisfying for me, a dream come true.

"You're going to make some dude VERY happy," he said with a smile.

"I hope so," I said with a defensive chuckle. "I hope he makes me happy too."

Mr. Keenan got what I meant. "Yeah, you deserve that," he said a little chastised. He polished off the last of his liquor in the rocks glass. "Listen, it's been a long day."

"Yeah, I'll head off," I said, drinking the rest of my scotch and standing up.

Mr. K pulled his walled out and fished out a couple of twenties. "Here you go... you're not taking the bus back. Especially at this hour."

I tried not to take it. "It's Ok, Mike," I said.

He shook his head. "Just get a fucking Uber, Luke. I insist."

"OK," I said, capitulating. The man could be bossy, and I didn't know whether I liked that or not.

He was quieter now, as he led me to the door but he said before I stepped out. "I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight, buddy. Thanks."

"You too, sir."

#drakestories

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lilahisntsadanymore · 10 months

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Engaged to an Italian man and carrying a secret pregnancy, Y/n must decide when and how to reveal the news to her notorious family.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairings: the Shelby family x shelby!reader x OC (faceclaim Lorenzo Zurzolo)

Words count: 2.4k

Tw: mentions of death, pregnancy, italian written by me (but there are english translations)

Additional inf.: Y/n's mother, was made up by me as well

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A Shelby Surprise

Now that the vendetta with Changrettas was over, everyone could take a breath. Finally all the stress was gone and for once the Shelby family wasn't in trouble. They hoped it would stay this way.

The stress was gone, but not for Y/n, Arthur's daughter. What nobody expected coming, she fell in love. What was so unfortunate about this? The man was Italian.

If it happened a few years earlier or a few years later maybe that would have been alright. But not right now when the memory of vendetta was still crystal clear.

The man Y/n fell in love with wasn't a Changretta, but she supposed it wouldn't matter to her family. As long as the vendetta was still a fresh topic, he would be a bad man in their eyes.

As if the problem wasn't big enough, Y/n got pregnant. The man knew about it and wanted to be present in the kid's life, he even proposed to Y/n. But the challange was to tell Y/n's family about it.

So there she was - calling each family member, inviting them for a little 'party'. Y/n had no experience in this stuff, so she considered it the best way, telling everyone at the same time when they're gathered together.

"It'll be fine," Y/n's fiance said, squeezing her hand lightly. "What's the worst that could happen? Will they murder me?" He laughed.

"You really didn't know what you're signing up for when you fucked a Shelby, did you?"

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"Non voglio dirgli della gravidanza,"* Y/n paced around the living room, waiting for the guests to arrive. "What if we only tell them about our engagement?"

*I don't want to tell them about the pregnancy

"Non possiamo, cara mia. La noteranno prima o poi."**

**we can't, my dear. They'll notice it sooner or later.

Right after those words, the sound of knocking filled the room.

Y/n took a deep breath. "Hide upstairs, Nicco. I'll call for you when it's the right time."

The man walked in the direction she instructed as she herself went to open the door.

The Shelby clan. In front of Y/n's doors. Waiting to be let inside. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to tell everyone in the same time.

Despite her running heartbeat, Y/n tried to stay calm as she greeted each person that entered her house.

Something was off when Y/n hugged aunt Polly. The woman eyed her up and down. Did she know? Most likely. She sensed it when Lizzie was pregnant, so why wouldn't she now?

"You probably wonder why we've gathered here today." Y/n spoke, her gesturing more intense than ever. She tried to make her voice sound as light and free of stress as possible, but it was a difficult thing to do due to the anxious feeling in her stomach. Either the stress or the baby inside was making Y/n want to puke right there.

"Yes, we'd love to know." Polly said, a faint smile on her face.

Everyone had their eyes glued to Y/n. Ada watched the girl with worry, as well as Linda who treated Y/n as her own, Polly was fighting the smile from completely ruling on her face, Finn looked extremely confused, Tommy lit up a cigarette.

"Are you in trouble?" Arthur asked eventually.

"Yes and no." That answer didn't clear up anything.

"What do you mean?"

A nervous laugh escaped Y/n's mouth. "Do you remember mum? My mum, your wife, who died many years ago?"

Arthur nodded confusedly. How could he not remember her? He would never forget that amazing woman, who gave him love, hope and a beautiful daughter and then passed away too soon.

"I remember Georgia." Arthur didn't want to talk about her. Years passed and now he had Linda, but the wound caused by his first wife's death was still open.

"Dad, her name was Giorgia. She was Italian, don't try to rewrite that story. The reason why I'm reminding you about it is..." Y/n hesitated fr the last time, "I hope you'll understand my situation."

The times were different back when Arthur and Giorgia were together. Back then, she was just a simple girl who moved to England from Italy and fell in love with a man from Birmingham. There wasn't any vendetta, so their relationship wasn't such a sensitive topic, but nevertheless Y/n hoped her father would understand.

"Can you stop the charade?" Tommy chimed in impatiently.

Y/n nodded. "Niccolò, come here!"

The tall, brownhaired man walked down into the living room. He was dressed in a white shirt, black trousers and elegant black shoes.

"Everyone, this is Niccolò. Niccolò, this is my family."

Everyone eyed the man. Tommy and Arthur were especially suspicious about him.

Niccolò shook hands with each Shelby, taking the time to introduce himself better and get to know everyone.

When the man lastly got to Arthur and Tommy, they refused to shake hands with him, their arms remaining crossed on his chest.

Arthur looked at his daughter. "Why are you introducing him to us?"

"Seriously?" Y/n sighed. "Dad, are you this clueless?"

"Yes, Arthur, are you this clueless?" Polly asked with a full smile on her face now.

Arthur wasn't clueless. He suspected, he knew, but he didn't want it to be the truth.

"Niccolò is my fiance."

The room fell almost silent, if it wasn't for Finn's coughing. He choked on the air and smoke, he was lighting up a cigarette when Y/n broke the news. Finn was her uncle, but they were rather like siblings to each other, because Y/n was even a few years older than Finn.

"He's your what?" Arthur asked.

"Fiance. I'm sorry I haven't told you before, but I was afraid of your reaction."

"An Italian, eh?" Tommy interrogated, shifting his gaze to Niccolò. "Who are your parents? What do they do?"

Y/n added, "O digli il tuo cognome e lo scoprirà entro domani."***

***or say your last name and he'll find it all out by tomorrow

Niccolò smirked and the girl's comment, but then turned back to being serious. "They moved to this country before I was born. My father died in the war, but my mother has a flower shop in London."

"A flower shop?" Arthur raised an eyebrow. "That's interesting."

"I see what you're doing," Y/n said, "Nicco has nothing to do with the Changrettas."

"It's just funny how he appears in your life exactly when-"

"Yes, vendetta, I know. Can we talk in private, dad?"

Arthur and his daughter walked out of the room into a small kitchen. Y/n leaned on the kitchen counter.

"Can you stop?"

"Stop what?" Arthur asked. "I'm just trying to get to know my future son-in-law."

"Can you do it without making it seem like you're looking for a correlation between him and the Changrettas?"

"I don't want him to hurt you. Or any of us. Isn't it any suspicious to you?"

"It's a stupid coincidence!"

Arthur sighed, looking at his daughter with a mixture of concern and skepticism. "Y/n, you know how things are around here. We've been through hell with the Changrettas, and now you bring an Italian man into our lives. You can't expect me not to be cautious."

"I understand, but he's not connected to the Changrettas in any way. I wouldn't put our family in danger like that," Y/n pleaded.

Arthur rubbed his forehead, contemplating the situation. "You could have at least given us a heads up. This is a lot to take in all at once."

He was trying his best to remain calm. The old Arthur would've bursted out of the house a long time ago, but now he was in control of his emotions.

A lot to take at once. Prepare for more, then, Y/n thought.

"I know, dad, but I was scared. Exactly because of that. I'm sorry, but we really do love each other."

"Just promise me, if anything feels wrong, you'll let me know. I don't want you keeping secrets."

"I promise, dad. I won't keep secrets. I want us to be a family, including Niccolò."

Arthur forced a smile. "Alright, let's go back out there. I'll try my best to keep an open mind, for your sake."

Poor Niccolò was left alone with the Shelbys. It was a weight off his shoulders when Y/n was back in the room.

Everyone looked at Arthur curiously. He spoke. "We'll give it a chance. But you," he pointed at Niccolò, "hurt her, and there won't be a place on earth you can hide from us."

Niccolò nodded respectfully. "I understand, sir."

"Can we all just enjoy the evening and celebrate this occasion that is our engagement?" Y/n asked cheerfully.

The atmosphere felt lighter, the family peacefully continued the gathering. Most of them wanted to trust Niccolò and give him a chance.

Arthur and Thomas kept a close eye on Niccolò throughout the night. Their suspicions weren't easy to put to rest, but for Y/n's sake they chose to keep their mouths shut this one time.

After dinner Y/n and Niccolò managed to talk to Finn alone. Y/n decided that the pregnancy would be too much for just one evening and all her fiance could do was accept it. However, they trusted Finn with this information.

"Finn, we have to tell you something." Y/n said after she made sure everyone else is busy.

"Oh no, another big news?" Finn whined. "I don't know if this family can handle more tonight."

"That's why we wanted to talk to you alone," Niccolò pointed out, "it's a secret."

Y/n added, "A secret just for you, Finn. The mission is to keep it until we can tell the others. You understand, soldier?"

"Alright, I guess." Finn agreed with a curious expression on his face. "You didn't kill anybody, did you?"

"No, of course we didn't."

"Quite the opposite," Niccolò added with a chuckle. "Y/n is pregnant."

Finn raised his eyebrow and joked. ""Engaged and having a baby... You didn't waste any time, did you?"

"Proposing is the right action to make once you knock somebody up," Nicco chuckled, "but seriously, it was actually planned."

Y/n giggled, "Life comes at you fast, Finn. Engaged and having a baby. We wanted to share the news with you first."

"Besides it'd be a lot to handle in one evening." Niccolò grinned. "We'll make the announcement in the right time."

Finn shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you decided to put so much pressure on me!" He laughed. "Am I supposed to lie to Tommy and Arthur?"

"Like you haven't lied to them before." Y/n pointed out sarcastically. "They aren't going to ask you any questions."

As they headed back to join the family, Finn couldn't help but wear a mischievous grin. The rest of the Shelbys continued their celebration oblivious to the news.

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A few days later, aunt Polly paid a visit to Y/n and Niccolò, surprising the both of them. Despite the surprise, they couldn't not let her inside.

"I need to talk to Y/n," the woman said, "it's a ladies business. Be so kind, Niccolò, and find something to do for the next... half an hour."

Niccolò raised an eyebrow at the request but decided not to push it. "Alright, take your time, ladies." He grabbed his coat, a pack of cigarettes and walked outside.

Polly and Y/n settled into the living room, the air heavy with curiosity. Polly took a moment, eyeing Y/n.

"I know you're hiding something," the woman said, lighting up a cigarette, "and I wanna hear it from you. I'm giving you a chance here."

"Am I hiding anything?" Y/n tried to convinvnce Polly that she was wrong. But she knew the woman has been a little different recently.

Tommy and Michael thought she's starting to go crazy or maybe it's the alcohol that she seemed to be drinking a bit more often, but Polly knew she had been blessed. Blessed with the gift of contacting spirits, predicting certain things.

"Let's start from here. Are you keeping it?"

Y/n's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not gonna tell your father if you don't want me to. I was in your shoes once. I know a place, we will go there and-"

"Yes, I'm keeping it."

Polly smiled widely. "That's wonderful. Would you like to know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"We want it to be a surprise. Besides I don't think it's safe to do... whatever magic you do on a pregnant woman."

"It's not magic, my dear. You can't read cards or tea leaves for a pregnant woman, but I just sense it's a-"

"A surprise. Please, please, please, I really don't wanna find out yet."

"Alright... and now, why didn't you tell us? Any of us?"

"Wasn't that a little bit too much in too little time?" Y/n scratched the back of her neck nervously. "Didn't wanna add to the chaos."

Y/n decided to not mention the fact that Finn actually knew about it.

Aunt Polly studied Y/n for a moment before nodding approvingly. "Well, love, you've made your bed, now you have to lie in it. But I'm not here to scold you. I just want to make sure you're ready for what's coming."

"I know it won't be easy, but I'm ready. I have a husband, almost. I have a house. We can make it."

"Remember, you also have us. Me and Ada can certainly help you with the baby. I'm sure Linda will also love this new little Shelby."

"The baby isn't going to be a Shelby... I'll go with Nicco's last name."

Polly leaned back, taking a thoughtful drag from her cigarette. "Fair enough. But remember, secrets have a way of coming out, especially in this family. And when they do, it's usually in the most dramatic way possible."

"I'll tell the rest of the family soon... can you come with me to dad and Tommy? I'm a bit scared to tell them..."

"Of course, love. There's nothing you should be afraid of, you're a grown woman. When your mother was your age, you were running barefoot in my backyard."

Y/n smiled at the comment. "Thank you, Aunt Polly. I appreciate your support."

Polly stood up, stubbing out her cigarette. She gave Y/n a hug before heading to the door. "Now, take care of yourself and that little surprise of yours. And let me know when you're ready for me to do whatever 'magic' you think I do."

As Polly left, Y/n couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected ally in her corner. She suddenly felt much more confident.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagines #lorenzo zurzolo x reader #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #aunt polly #arthur shelby daughter reader

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marymary-diva17 · 1 year

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overprotective mates

Jake x reader x neytiri

when you had become pregnant your mates had become overprotective of you, as they were very worried about your safety and health. As anything could do go wrong, for you as you were just human a few days ago and now you are pregnant. They were not the only ones who were overprotective and worried about you health, as your had a 50/50 chance of getting pregnant. They were not the only ones worried as your friends and moat were worried as well, for you safety and wellbeing.

Y/n “ I know you are there neytiri” you were out collect some materials, when you felt someone was watching you and it was neytiri. She soon came out of hiding and made her way towards you.

Neytiri “ I came to see how you were doing, when I came home to check up on your my mother was there with the kids she told me you went out alone”

y/n “ yes I came out here to collect some materials I feel like crafting so stuff, for the unborn baby”

Neytiri “ then let me or Jake do that you you should be out here alone”

y/n “ I will be fine ma tiri”

neytiri “ I know but I’m can still worry norm and my mother said this pregnancy is well but we don’t know what will happen, when the baby comes I and Jake have to worry”

y/n “ ma tiri okay you can worry but not much okay”

???? “What about I’m what I’m chop liver”

neytiri “ chop liver what is that”

Jake “ don’t worry honey to a old human saying and food I will explain later, so I see you found our wondering wife”

Neytiri “ yes I found her here it was not that hard when you know her so well”

Jake “ how are you feeling today love how are you and the baby”Jake had placed his hand on your pregnant belly, while Neytiri had her hands on your shoulders.

y/n “ we are doing well moat and norm predict that the baby will be born this month or next month”

Y/n “ so baby names have you to decide to stop fighting on names, for the baby or will I be picking the baby name”

neytiri “ well if this fool can pick the perfect name we will be fine”

Jake “ oh come on im not bad at naming”

neytiri “ you named your ikran bob, what type of name is that”

Jake “ hey it not a bad name”

y/n “ fine what your idea of perfect name for our unborn baby”

Jake “ sounds that sounds amazing and will for perfect for our son or daughte, a name that will represent them well”

Neytiri “ so you have nothing”

Jake “ what do you have tiri tell us”

neytiri “ I have noting as well”

Jake “ seems like I’m not the only one who doesn’t have a name for a baby”you had rolled your eyes at your husband and wife fighting over a babies name you soon laugh getting their attention.

Jake " what so funny"

y/n " even when I'm the one that pregnant you and neytiri still debate about babies names, this was the same stunt for Neteyam and kiri both of you havant changed yet"

neytiri " well our idiot of our husband rather give our kid some stupid human name, I trying to save our baby from embarrassment"

Jake " oh come on I'm not that bad"

neytiri " yes you are still acting like a baby I see"

y/n " come on you two we can debate more about this later, we need to get home for the kids" Jake and neytiri soon stop fight and soon started walking towards home with you.

Jake " next time you decide to wonder away tell us so we know where you are"

y/n " I swear on my hearts and soul I will tell you next time when I leave home and the village"

neytiri " good and we will come up with a name for the baby soon I know" you had noted your head it will take until the day you went into labor when you finally came up with a name your baby boy loa'k, this event was a story you will share with the kids and it will make them laugh. As they heard stories of their mom and dad acting like foolish children.

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lethalchiralium · 2 years

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Bigger Than The Whole Sky | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: WE’LL GET BACK TO FLUFF SOON. is it a promise? yeah probably. sad stuff will be put on hold after this, we’re getting back to our regularly schedule good dad and husband after this chapter lol

warnings: MINORS DNI. Miscarriage, descriptions of medical treatment, medical inaccuracies, descriptions of medical abortions, depression, cussing, loss of a pregnancy. Simon knows how periods work because he is a good husband.

summary: It’s hard to get over something like this, it’s hard to feel like this. Loss is difficult.

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“You are going through a miscarriage.”

It was like the world had collapsed into the void, a ringing in his ears as he felt your hand squeeze his. He squeezed back, looking to you but you only looked at the doctor. She moved her medical mask up her nose a little before she continued. “Since you weren’t too far along, it’s possible to pass the fetus on your own. We also have a medication that would help it go faster. If neither work after a couple weeks, we will have to do...”

Simon tuned out then, watching your face underneath a medical mask. He knew you would be biting your lip to try to stop the tears, but it was pointless - the mask was wet with the tears you had been crying for hours. His heart kept squeezing, tugging, and tearing. He’s never felt this pain before, and he had no idea how to make it fucking stop. You nodded to the doctor, hand squeezing his, making him tune back into the conversation.

“Mr. Riley, do you have any questions?”

He turned to look at the emergency room doctor, her clipboard held by her hip. He glanced back to you before looking at the doctor again. “What do I need to do to help her?”

It was apparent that the doctor was not used to the question, eyebrows twitched before she spoke, “Make sure she doesn’t strain herself, she needs to stay hydrated and fed. This is a lot for a woman, especially since this was her second baby.”

Was.

What a silly word, what a joke, he thought. That ‘was’ could have been my child.

She cleared her throat. “As soon as she passes the fetus, she will need to take a pregnancy test three weeks later to confirm that she is no longer pregnant. If it says that she still is, come back immediately.” She looked to his wife. “It’s imperative that if you feel you are in more pain than before that you come in immediately. Life-saving treatment earlier on in a failed home abortion can and will save your life.”

Simon’s other hand clenched his leg, out of sight. He pressed the balls of his feet into the floor, trying to stop himself from standing and leaving. He so desperately wanted to run out of here, disappear into the alleyway and scream his lungs out.

You nodded to the doctor, she left with a quiet condolence before the air in the room grew silent.

He couldn’t let go. He wouldn’t dare be the man his father wanted him to be, a horrible husband and father - just like him. He forced himself to sit there, to take the pain and stop himself from running like he normally would have.

Like he did when he learned about Winnie.

He didn’t let himself think on it for much more than that, seeing you distraught and in pain right now was hurting him more than losing what would have been his son. He was sure he’d feel the loss later, but he’d rather have his wife alive than a baby he hasn’t even met. He held your hand with care, moving it to his lips and pressing a small kiss to the shaking skin.

He had carried you back out to his SUV when you had been discharged, lulling your head against his chest as the medicine was making you tired. You were wrapped up in the blanket you had left with, your blood still on it and you needed new clothes to wear when you got home.

He didn’t turn on the radio when he began to drive home. He sat with one hand on the steering wheel, the other settled in between your hands. You kept his hand close to your chest as you gazed out the window.

He’s never done this before, never imagined that he would have to - especially with you. The wonderful wife that loved every shitty part of him, the person who woke him from nightmares that plagued his wicked mind. The light in the darkness, holding his treasures in your arms. He’s fixed things for you before like your grandmother’s necklace you wore all the time, the squeaky floorboard in the kitchen and repairing the water heater - all without real annoyance, only playful grumbles and a smile that you loved to kiss. He’s held you when you’ve cried about missing home, missing your brothers, kissed your tears when the postpartum depression got to be too much. There was no way he knew what to do to even ease your emotional and mental pain, but he desperately wanted to. He’d claw his way through Hell to make this easier for you.

He let out a breath, glancing over to you before saying, “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t even budge, small breaths escaping your lips. He glanced to the road, seeing that he was fine for just a second, before he moved forward to look at your face. Your eyes were closed, head leaned to the side of the headrest and his hand trapped in your clutches.

He let out a huff through his nose, looking back at the road and squeezed the steering wheel. “I’m sorry.” The words stay in the air, directed to no one. He let out a quiet, humorless laugh as he said, “Fuckin’ Hell.”

The lights were on in the house when he carried you inside, he could hear the TV going but he had no desire to investigate. He closed the door behind him with a kick of his foot, hand on the back of your head as your face was settled in his neck. His other arm kept both of your legs on the side of one of his hips, you were still crying. You had woken up in the car earlier, you hadn’t even stopped crying in your sleep. It made his chest tear in half.

“Simon.”

He looked to his right, seeing Price standing in the front room, little Mellie asleep in his arms.

Simon felt tears claw at his eyes, he kept his gaze with his friend. “Can you take the kids for a couple of nights?”

Price immediately nodded. “Yeah.” He nodded towards Simon’s wife. “Is she okay?”

Simon didn’t even look down at you, he shook his head. “Not now.”

He walked up the stairs then, letting Price go back to wherever he came from to get his goddaughter. Simon was careful when he entered the bedroom, he moved towards the bathroom so he could wash you up. He noticed that the blood on the floor was now gone, a towel sat on the side of the bathtub. He quickly sat you down on the side of the bathtub, keeping a hand on you as he turned the water on.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes flickered to yours, red and full of tears. His hand rested on your cheek.

“No need to be sorry.” He wiped tears away with his thumb. “We’ll get through this, okay?”

“It was a boy.” Was all you managed, tears streaming down your face. “Our boy.“

Both of his hands rested on your cheeks, making you look into his eyes. “I would rather have my wife than a son. I don’t care if Mellie is my last kid, because I would still have you. Don’t ever apologize for something you can’t control.”

Your face immediately went to his neck, arms around it as loud sobs erupted from your lips. He held you close to him, pressing his lips to your hair.

The hard part was helping you bathe, you sat catatonic in the warm water. The tears had stopped minutes ago, he was now draining the tub of the pink water, helping you into a towel. Gently wiping off the water from your body, moving to grab some of your clothes from the bedroom before returning. He was quick to grab a pad from underneath the cabinet, he wasn’t unfamiliar to them since you had to keep using them when he had gotten home months ago because of Mellie. He put it in your underwear then kneeled in front of you. He guided your hand to rest on his shoulder, helping you step into them. He pulled them up, then helped you into a pair of his old sweatpants - tying them at your waist. He stood, pulling one of his old band shirts over your head and tugging it on.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before bending down and picking you up into his arms, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. He let you cry into his chest, laying down on your bed and letting you curl into his chest. His arms around you, caging you into him as he tried his best to hold back his own tears.

“We’ll be okay.” He spoke into the room, right beside your ear. “You’ll be okay.”

“I want my baby.” Those four words stabbed his chest, ripping open muscle and exposing his rib cage to the biting wind of emotional agony. His hand buried into your scalp, pressing your head to his chest.

He pressed his lips to your head. “I know.”

The hands that gripped his shirt let go, now resting your palms against his chest. “No. I want my daughter, I want Winnie.”

Your husband was only gone a few minutes before he brought back his sleepy daughter, settling her right next to you. Your arms immediately went around the five year old, pressing kisses to her little face. She didn’t even grovel about it, just basking in the love of her mom.

“Be good for Uncle Price.” Your voice was surprisingly steady, the girl opened her eyes and crinkled her nose.

“I wanna stay home.”

Your hand gently pet down her messy curls. “I know, but you know when we had to sit down on the sidewalk after you skinned your knee on your bike?”

The girl nodded.

“And that I told you that you take the time to feel better and not to be scared of your bike. I told you that you didn’t have to ride your bike again, because you were scared to. Because you were hurt.”

“Yeah,” The girl whispered, hands going to rest on your arm.

“And you got on your bike the next day, even though you were scared but you had that time to feel better, and you felt safe again. I’m gonna do that.” You placed a kiss on her forehead, pushing a lock of dirty blonde hair from her face. “I just need some time to feel better, that’s why you’re going with your uncles.”

“Is Daddy going with me?”

You shook your head. “No, baby. He’s taking care of me.”

Her nose crinkled again. “Is Melsie coming?”

You nodded. “Mellie’s going with you.”

Winnie chirped, a smile on her face. “Can I eat ice cream when I go?”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yes. Tell Uncle Price that Mama said so.”

“Love you, Mama.” Your daughter moved forwards, wrapping her arms around your neck. You kissed her again, whispering your love into her ear before Simon pulled Winnie up and away. His five year old looked at his face with eyes that matched his own, her little hands settled on his shoulders. Her little eyebrows were furrowed, the look of a question on her face.

“Go on.” He encouraged, knowing that she would probably pester Price so much that he’d go into retirement.

“I want a brother.” The little one declared, her brown eyebrows furrowed. She reminded him of you. “Mama said I’m gettin’ a brother.”

One hand went from holding her to brushing her hair down, a frown on his face. “Not yet, my little love. He’s not ready.”

Winnie hummed before moving her arms around her father’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He glanced down at you, seeing your eyes on him.

“Maybe we’re not ready too.” He spoke. If it was someone outside looking in, it would’ve seemed like he was saying it to Winnie - but he was saying it to you. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment more, he then walked towards the door and down the stairs, leaving you alone in the massive bed.

Ibuprofen would help now, but you had no energy to ask Simon. Your fingers gripped the sheets, you curled into yourself in the middle of the bed. You needed to tell Winnie why she was going away, that you weren’t abandoning her. The girl already felt abandoned by her father, you could see it through the way she waits at the front door for him. The way she always checks to see if his car is in the garage, the way she leaves a little bit of water in her cup in case he comes home and is thirsty, even though he’s on deployment. Your hand hovered over your stomach before pressing onto it, pain radiating through your lower back and legs.

You had to come to terms that it wasn’t time yet. It wasn’t time for a little boy with Simon’s spray of freckles, a little boy with a smile like yours. It wasn’t time for a baby again, you figured.

Then why did it still hurt? Why did it drive a red hot spear into your chest, cracking open your ribs? Why did claws rip apart your lungs so you couldn’t breathe?

A large hand settled on your side, large legs settling just behind yours. His arm snuck underneath your chest, pulling your back into his front. The tears started again, red hot against skin you felt was cold. Your arms clutched onto Simon’s, his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your hair.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know.” You whispered, still not sure if you believed him. “I know.”

“Baby…”

“Simon.” Your voice cracked, hands squeezing his large arm tighter. “Please. I can’t hear it anymore.”

You wouldn’t be able to see it, you couldn’t turn to face him, but his own tears fell down onto the pillowcase. Small tears, barely there in comparison to yours.

“I love you.” His words were steady, even if his heart felt like it was crashing and burning. You were ready for this one, he would’ve been after a while. He wanted what you wanted, and his heart twisted and contorted into painful positions when he knew it was being ripped away from you. “I love you.” He pressed another kiss to your skin, he then rested his forehead on your clothed shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You let out a humorless chuckle. “I’m at fault here.”

“No, you’re not.”

“The baby was perfect at the appointment. I got sick and didn’t care for myself, so he-“

“Stop it.”

“It’s my fault, Simon.“

“These things happen, without rhyme or reason.” He pulled you just a little closer. “You’re a wonderful mother. If the baby’s not ready, it’s not ready. It’s simple. It will never be your fault.”

“But-“

“No. I’m not going to sit here and listen to you degrade yourself for something you can’t control. I can’t do it.”

“It hurts.”

He pulled the blanket farther up your bodies, up to your chin while he gently lifted his arm from your lower stomach. “That better?”

You pressed his arm into your stomach, curling your back into his chest again. You closed your eyes, trying to let go. Trying to let go of the chain you were holding in your open chest, trying to pull the weight at the end of it back up. Your hands kept slipping, the chain falling further and further into your chamber of despair. It wasn’t long before you had fallen asleep, dreamless and in pain.

Simon didn’t sleep.

He held you close to him, keeping your hair from your face. He memorized how your nose curved, the way your jaw defined your face, and how peaceful you were when you were asleep.

He felt his own pain, losing a child was not an easy feat. Simon felt acid-like tears in his soul, but Ghost had pressed his hand into them to make them hurt.

Simon would never have a son. He was grateful that he would never be like his father, beating his boys until he got bored. He was grateful that his girls were strong, loved; that their mother would never be hurt by his hand. He was grateful he would never have to fake his love for his girls.

Simon Riley was grateful he wasn’t going to have a son, so he didn’t have to stare a carbon copy of himself in the face and pretend that he loved him.

hi, i wrote this entire thing like weeks ago and the last paragraph almost made me vomit cause i was so upset

also, we’re getting a flashback for them because fluff and because i want to. i want to show how happy they were >:(

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sturniololoco · 8 months

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Can you make a Sturniolo sister thing where she gets her first period for the first time and the boys think she’s dying? I think it would be so funny.😭😭🤣

First Period

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets (SLS is 12 and the triplets are 16)

warnings: blood, period stuff, all fluff

summary: SLS gets her first period, and her brothers have no idea what to do.

unedited

SLS’s POV

My stomach had felt like I ran a mile all day. But it was finally time to go home, and I was in the back seat with Nick, while Matt was driving, and Chris was next to him in the passenger seat, playing our car playlist through the AUX.

We finally arrived home and I was the first out of the car, trying to get inside so I could go take an Advil for my stomachache. My mom and dad weren’t home yet so I had to wait for Matt to get out and give me the Keys.

“Oh my god.” I hear Nick say from the back of the car. I walk back to see what was the matter.

I look into the car only to see a little puddle of blood, right where I was sitting. I turn around and Nick gasps.

“oh my god this is not happening right now!” I say snatches by the keys from Matt, who was staring at me in shock, just like Chris and Nick.

I run to unlock the house, then bolt to the closest bathroom and lock the door.

I’ve only ever heard about period. Besides reading the American Girl doll book on becoming a teen, I had no idea what to do.

I decided to just wait in the bathroom till mom comes home.

Chris’s POV

“oh shit oh shit oh shit! What the fuck do we do?!” I say frantically, looking back and fourth between Nick and Matt.

“I don’t fucking know, is she gunna die?” Matt breaths back, still staring at the blood in shock.

“Shut the fuck up I’m calling mom!” Nick scolds us, as he hold his phone up in speaker phone.

“hello?” I hear my moms voice from Nick’s phone.

“MOM SLS/N IS BLEEDING FROM HER FUCKING ASS I THINK SHES GUNNA DIE WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO?!?” I yell, panicking, before Nick could even say a word.

To our surprise, our mom just laughs.

“Mom! This is not funny! We’re not filming we are being serious. I can send you a pick right now there’s fucking blood on the seat!” Nick yells into the phone, panicking just as much as the rest of us.

“Honey, SLS/N will s fine! She got her period that’s all.” She said, explaining why she was laughing.

We all looked at each other confused, until Matt whipped his phone out and began typing fast. He scrolled for a couple seconds, read, then looked up with wide eyes. He read it aloud.

“so do you understand now?” My mom asked through the phone. We were no longer panicking, but we still were a little put off still.

“Alright boys, I need to get back to work. I love you and I’ll be home soon. Oh! Go under my bathroom sink and there should be a fresh box of pads. Bring those to SLS/N for me.” I love you!”

“love you.” We all said in unison, then Nick hung up the phone.

SLS’s POV

I’ve been in here for about 30 minutes. I was so embarrassed that that happens in front of my brothers. They’re probably freaking out and calling 911. I know I should go out there and tell them I’m okay, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.

Then there was a knock in the bathroom door.

“hey SLS/N. We called mom and we know what happening.” Nick’s voice said.

“okay.” I said, awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

“mom had a box of pads and I brought you some new clothes.” He said. I sighed in relief and opened the door.

“thanks.” I said, looking down as I took the clothes and pads from him.

“we’ll be on the couch when your done.” He said, giving me a soft smile. I nod and close the door, changing into a pair of my sweatpants and one of Chris’s hoodies.

I walk out of the bathroom, feeling fresh after changing out of my bloody clothes. I walk into the living room where my brothers are. They were watching a show.

“c’mere kiddo.” Chris says, breaking the awkward silence. I walk over and snuggle into him. He rubs my back while Matt grabs a blanket and covers me, then sits next to me and brings my legs into his lap.

“sorry for going crazy on ya kid, we had no idea what the fuck was going on.” Chris says, to which we all laugh, snuggle up, and watch our show together.

I hope this is what u were along for! ❤️

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xetlynn · 1 year

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Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Five, Sick Days

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[four] [five] [six]

Since it’s getting warmer students around me are wearing shorter clothing even though it’s barely sixty degrees.

And collectively we all sit outside for lunch today, but of course it’s the one day I got sick. Plus on our big game day and due to my fever that keeps growing I’m going to have to leave school early and miss out on maybe being in the newspaper.

“He’s not here.” Jessica says, startling me as everything makes me jumpy from how shitty I feel. “Whenever the weather is nice the Cullens disappear.”

“They just ditch?” Bella asks, not understanding.

“No, Dr, and Mrs Cullen yank em out for hiking and camping and stuff. I tried the idea out on my parents, no even close.” Jessica sighs. Bella takes it all in and I cough earning a look from Jessica who was sitting on the ground. I just put my head down.

“I’m going to the prom with Eric! I just asked him, I took control!” Angela jumps on the table in between Bella and I, hugging my sister as I lift my head back up to smile. “That’s amazing,” my voice is hoarse and I cough as it strains my throat.

“Oh, [Name] are you okay?”

“She’s running a fever and her throat is bothering her.” Bella explains for me that and I’m internally grateful for it. “I’m sorry.” Angela says, rubbing my back then talking to Bella again.

She ends up keeping a hand on my back which feels nice. I repeatedly keep shivering from occasional breezes.

“Are you sure you have to go out of town?” Angela asks Bella, “it’s a family thing, [Name] is staying though.” I put my thumbs up to confirm that.

“Oh my god, we need to hit the stores in Port Angeles before the dresses get cleaned out.” Jessica gasps,

“Port Angeles?” Bella asks, “can I go with you guys?”

My face scrunches even though they can’t see it, Bella? Dress shopping? If only I wasn’t sick I would love to see this.

“Thank god, we need your opinion.” Angela says.

I end up leaving right after lunch, sneaking past school staff to get to my motorcycle I luckily got back from Jacob yesterday. I tried calling my dad but it just rang through, I’m guessing something is going on to where he can’t answer.

I take my helmet out of Bella’s truck bed and roughly tug it on my head. I lazily try to put my leg over the bike, almost falling so I hold on to the truck. Giving myself a minute as I feel dizzy. A horn honks, scaring me to the point where I hear my heart beat thump in my chest.

“[Name]! What are you doing?”

Alice? Wasn’t she supposed to be hiking or some shit? I go to talk but my tongue feels too big for my mouth. I take a deep breath. “I don’t feel good, I’m trying to get home.” I try to say as loud as I can, even then doesn’t feel loud enough.

“Want me to take you home?” She goes to reach over and I shake my head. “I gotta get my bike home somehow.” I take a few steps closer to her car. “I’ll have Jasper bring it over.” She smiles, I tilt my head, squinting as I looked at her.

Get into her car? Or drive home myself?

“Where do I put my keys?” I jingle them too close to my face. “Hide them on Bella’s truck tire, closest to the bike.” She instructs me and I drag my feet back over to my bike, doing as told. I then take my helmet off, putting it on the bike for Jasper.

I climb into her car as if it were a hill. Accidentally slamming the door behind me. “Sorry, thank you.”

My body faces her, I watch as she drives, wearing sunglasses. She glances at me and sadly smiles. “You should’ve stayed home.”

“I know.” I mumble,

After moments pass it felt like milliseconds and we’re already at my house. “Alright, we should get you inside and you need to lay down.” She unbuckles herself, going around the car and opening my door as I am pretty slow with my movements. “My body is aching.” I try to laugh at myself but I just end up in a coughing fit.

She puts a hand on my waist and she walks me to the door, making me feel more fragile than I actually am. “There’s a um house key under the uh mat.” I tell her and she bends down to grab it.

Opening the door I trip inside. We go over to the living room and i plop down, accidentally bringing her with me. I feel how cold she really is and I shiver from the touch. She giggles and stands back up.

“Let me call Jasper and I’ll find you something small to eat and medicine.” She boops my nose, leaving me to be alone as she heads towards the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for her to come back with crackers and a few pills laid next to me on the arm of the couch. “Jasper should be here soon. Do you want to watch something?” Alice sits next to me and I shrug. “I’ll get you sick. You should go enjoy time with your family.” I take a cracker from its wrapping and bite it. She smiles, shaking her head. “It’s quite alright, it’s nothing I haven’t done already. I’ll stay until your dad or sister gets back.” She informs me and if I wasn’t so sick I would be bombarding with questions.

I hear an engine rev outside and I jump unnoticeably from the noise. Alice stands up and I look down at lol the crumbs I have on my shirt.

The front door opens and I see Jasper putting my helmet and keys down. “Here you should take the medicine.” Alice tells me.

“How do I know you’re not drugging me?” I rebuttals and she scoffs with a smirk laid upon her lips. “What would I gain from that?” She teases, handing me a water bottle. “I don’t know, you could rob me.” I hum, looking at her through half lidded eyes.

“Sweetheart, I could’ve already did that by now.”

I shrug, stretching my arms and sitting up. “What’s the medicine?” I simply ask. “Ibuprofen. That’s it. I couldn’t find cold medicine or anything.” She tells me, I nod, expecting that from Charlie.

“Why are you guys helping me?” I look between the both of them.

“We want to help a friend.” Alice grins, i squint my eyes at her response.

“Seriously, we will leave if that’s what you wish.” Jasper finally speaks up. My eyes follow to him. “What if that is what I wish?” I say in a snarky tone.

“Then we will listen. We don’t want to over stay our welcome.” He winks and I’m caught off guard.

“I just want to sleep. I have too many questions that I don’t feel like will be answered.” I go to stand up and they try to help but I smack their hands away. “I got it. I barely know you two I don’t get this.” I aggressively motion between the three of us.

“What do you mean, [Name]?” Alice asks, both of them wear a worried expression. “Why can’t you guys go to the Quiluete beach? Or or.. why when it’s sunny your parents just decide to take you out of school?” My throat starts hurting worse from before, the strain from me yelling doesn’t help. I almost go into another coughing fit but luckily the feeling goes away but I am definitely feeling a shortness of breath.

“[Name], you should take a nap and when you wake up, if you feel better we will answer everything you want to know.” Alice assures me.

I huff, wanting to scream from how confused I feel.

“I want you both to… to leave!” I get extremely dizzy just like before, my knees giving out, Jasper immediately helps me. Grabbing onto my arms as I hold onto his. “You need to go to sleep.” He whispers, “your skin, it’s so cold.” I tell him, he presses his lips together, glancing at Alice.

He sets me back down on the couch and I lay down. “I don’t want to wake up to you guys here.” I mutter, loud enough for them to hear though.

My eyes open to darkness, and blankets over me. I feel around and I’m in my bed. I hear whispers next to me, weight on my bed beside me. It feels like my fever has also just disappeared.

“You’re up.” A voice says softly. I jerk up in response. “Why are you two still here!?” I sternly question them, getting up to my knees on the bed, backing away from both of them.

“You’re still upset?” Alice frowns and I tilt my head. “Duh, I’m still upset! I told you both two leave, you said if I told you to leave you would. Um so seems like the problem can easily be solved.” I remind them.

“We did leave, we came back when we realized nobody would make sure you were going to be okay for a while, darling.” Jasper tells me and I sit there for a moment. I shake my head. “Don’t give me a lame ass excuse. Just explain everything I want to know then leave.” I straight up tell them, tired of this game I feel like I’m in.

“I feel like you know everything already.” Alice points out. I take a deep breath.

“Why won’t you just say it?”

“To protect you.” Jasper steps closer and this time I don’t flinch away. “Maybe I don’t need nor want your protection.” I cross my arms.

“Why me? None of this makes sense.” I tiredly laugh, I feel like I’m going insane.

“You’re our person, [Name]. You’re like a metal and we’re your personal magnets. A missing piece you never knew you needed. You’re just stubborn.” Jasper sits down on the bed, pulling Alice with him. Both take my hands and for some reason they aren’t cold anymore…

And then I really wake up from what felt like a nightmare. “[Name]! You home!?” Bella calls and I look around, confused about what I just experienced. Pinching myself underneath my blanket. It’s real. And with this being real. They really did bring me to my bedroom.

“What’s going on?” I mumble, rubbing my eyes. “Dad wanted me to check in on you. I don’t know if you heard.” She comes up to my bed, sitting down next to me. “What happened?”

“One of his buddy’s, Waylon passed away. Attacked by an animal.” She tells me and my eyes widen. Not expecting that of all things.

She hands me a pepper spray. “Dad also wanted me to give you that.”

I furrow my eyebrows in response and she chuckles dryly. “He gave me one too, twins.” She shows me hers and I smile.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s okay as anyone could be in his position.” She shrugs and I nod, that makes sense. “Did you happen to pass by Alice or Jasper at all… today?”

Her body tensed from the question.

“Not.. Alice or Jasper. Why?” She adjusts herself better to face me.

“They took me home earlier, gave me medicine.” I explain and Bella shoots me a weird look.

“They were here?” I nod

“How was dress shopping?” I change the subject not wanting to think about the dream I had.

“Eh, I bumped into Edward.” And I smirk.

“Stop it.” She rolls her eyes.

Then it was silence between us. And as she goes to stand up I grab her wrist. “Wait, i um have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you feel something.. off about the Cullens?” I bite the inside of my mouth, waiting for her answer.

“You feel it too?” She whispers,

“You heard about the Quiluete story?” I question.

“Jacob told me the other day.” She nods.

“Okay, I’m not the only one then.” I sigh, taking her hand. “I had a weird dream. I just I need to find out what all of this means.” I exclaim.

“That’s how I feel. I bought a um book. From the library down in Port Angeles.” She reaches down and I didn’t even know but she placed a book bag down there before getting on my bed.

She comes back up with a heavy old looking book.

“Sleepover?”

“I’m still sick, Bells.”

“I don’t care, scoot.” I do as told and we lean against the wall, I grab my laptop bed we use that light as a resource to look through the book.

Pages of masked creatures, menacing looking.

We then turn to the another page, this time it was a white mask with black eyes and a row of sharp teeth. “The cold one.” It read.

I quickly sign in to my laptop, searching that up, immediately getting beer pop ups on my screen. I irritatedly close them. “Look.” Bella points on the screen, it was a link to “The Cold One: Apotamkin.” I click on it.

Pictures begin to load of a seductive Apotamkin with his ice blue skin, devouring victims in tapestries, engravings. The creatures that are horrific portrayed to be beautiful.

Demons attacking villages; perfectly sculpted predators luring innocent women.

“All of this is gruesome murder and sexual innuendos.” I whisper.

Words at the bottom say:

Speed, strength, cold skinned, immortal… blood drinker…

I close my eyes for a brief second. Thinking about how Edward moved fast when Bella was in the accident, how he stopped a whole van. I never really questioned it before but now… I don’t know. How Alice knew where my house was… I never told her. How they all look young and are cold to the touch.

Another picture shows and it’s a man biting a white neck.

“It’s not possible.” Bella shared a look a with me, both of us struggling to make sense of it all.

Chapter five!!!

Also I’m going to start doing short Imagines! So if you want to request anything feel free!

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blankwashed · 5 months

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Content Warnings: 18+ stuff here, ddlg (daddy dom, little girl), broken family, pretty rough sex, Toji himself should be a warning-

You let out a big sigh. It was probably the hardest or easiest essay you have ever gotten academically. It was an easy question for the rest of your classmates as they were happily writing away about their parents or guardians, thinking about the happy holidays and birthdays that they have received throughout their life.

15 minutes have passed and your paper was still blank, without even a paragraph structure. What could you write about your father? Sure, he wasn’t your actual father per se but your mother married him ever since you were a child so that counts, right?

At the age of 6, your mom kept going out on Friday nights, leaving you to be taken care of by your aunts and uncles. She would leave until it was Sunday night when she picks you up and brings you home. In the mind of a little child, you figured she went out for work purposes but in reality, she was going on dates with a special man whom you would eventually call dad.

Sometimes, she leaves you at home with food already prepared and brings him over. Of course, she would place your toys around the television and goes into the bedroom with the man. As you were innocent, you thought that they were both talking about business as your mother always looks pleased whenever she comes out of the room. A little tired, but a smile on her face.

This went on for 2 years until she came to you saying that you’ll finally have a father figure in your life. Of course, he was your father. The striking, muscular, tall man built like a soldier. Sometimes he made your heart beat faster and louder when he was around the home minding his own business. He watched you grow up into the gorgeous and pretty girl you are now. Attending teacher-parent meetings when necessary, signing documents and being your personal chauffeur whenever you and your friends wanted to go for outings to malls.

Behind all of that, you kept a deep and dark secret from everyone. Something you would not even tell your best friend or even a fly.

“Nyah! Daddy, sore from P.E. class yesterday! My teacher asked us to run laps and I think I overdid myself-“

He thrusted himself deeper into your dry pussy while his fingers were forming quick circles around your clitoris.

Sure, he filled the gap in your mom’s life when your actual dad left. But that wasn’t the only thing he was filling. Toji isn’t blind or stupid. Maybe a little out of his mind but as a man, he watched you grow up. Breasts forming, hips enlarging. It would be a lie if you say you didn’t secretly touched yourself thinking about him.

“No buts, bitch. Today was a hard day at work and the only thing that could make my day is your tight pussy. Mmm, thankfully it’s still tight,,,,,” He pushed himself deeper multiple times while playing with your clit. You were in pain due to the lack of foreplay and you remembered an idea you had in school during Arts class.

It was always something you’ve wanted to try. Running towards your school bag, rummaging through all your utensils.

Found it. A thick flowy strip of red ribbon.

“C‘mere daddy, let me decorate you before I feast on you,” smirking while tying a beautiful ribbon around his leaking hard cock. “Look daddy! It’s giving me a reward for making it look so appealing~” you said, referring to the trickles of pre-cum dripping.

Toji was about x years older than you. This wasn’t the first time he saw a chick gawking (no pun intended) at his length. Obviously that was also the way your own mother knew that he was the man for her.

“Getting creative, are we? Let daddy reward you for giving our play-time a little more effort,” he says lowly while playing with your left nipple with his tongue. His big hands always perform wonders on the rest of your body while his prize winning cock was busy elsewhere on your body.

Your moans were and are melodies to his ears. You weren’t big on being able to form sentences while getting fucked silly, however…

“Please daddy! I-I’m your little dirty slut, make me come daddy! I need it, I NEED you! Daddy…” you tried to touch your clit with your fingers but they were swatted away by his hand.

“When has it ever been about what you want, toy?” he spit on your pussy, and started to rub vigorously. It was in no way pleasurable and it hurt.

You knew he was doing this on purpose and knew that it wouldn’t get better if you kept disobeying his commands. With both your mom and Megumi away, he made you sit on the family’s dining table. Pushing away everything that could be in the way of him and you.

He pushed you down, readying himself to slurp on his wet, awaiting treasure. You were still a mess, moaning and screaming his name. “Daddy please, don’t make me wait any longer, please daddy,,,” your toes start curling and you could feel the long awaited climax reaching.

“Cumming daddy!!! Shit, I fucking love you-“ you screamed as you came while holding onto his broad shoulders. Your mind was as if it was in a different world, a world where Toji, your step-dad was yours. Where you didn’t have to hide your feelings towards him and you could touch him romantically and sexually in public.

so fucking horny for toji, are we???? (we as in me)

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for making my mom’s boyfriend feel bad on purpose?

disclaimer: my parents have an open marriage

so i (20m, northern cheyenne) don’t have a problem with the modern celebration of thanksgiving.

really. i don’t.

the whole “pilgrims and indians” schtick is gross, but i find that generally, outside of elementary schools, nobody thinks about that part very much. people mostly just want to see their families and eat weird food. and i fucks w that.

the problem comes in with my mom’s boyfriend.

my mom (52f) is white, but she’s been married to my dad (53m) who is also northern cheyenne for 26 years. she’s the DEI coordinator for our county’s public school system and she’s one of my favorite most trusted shire people ever. so i never really have to censor myself around her. i can make jokes and complain and vent and etc etc etc. she’ll always listen.

her BOYFRIEND though.

i really do like my mom’s boyfriend (41m). he’s super cool, recommends good books, teaches me about plumbing, all sorts of other Manly Step Dad Shit (/hj).

but he is decidedly extremely caucasian. like so white.

he’s not /racist/ but he’s that in-between that a lot of white people are where they’re never mean, but you gotta watch what you say around them bc they bruise like a two week old apple.

there have been a few instances where i have in fact bruised his sensitive white man apple skin.

1) i was listening to a podcast with my mom about people indigenous to Hawai’i protecting Mauna Kea. we were listening to it out loud in our living room, and her boyfriend came in and listened for a few minutes before asking me to turn it off because it was “depressing”. fair enough. i figured he was having a rough day and i turned it off. (side note, it was All My Relations, “For the Love of the Mauna”.)

2) we were driving somewhere and trading off command of the AUX. i put on a song by Nahko and Medicine for the People, specifically their parody of “My Country Tis of Thee”. he again said he didn’t like it, it was depressing, and could I please turn it off. i did.

3) this is where i’m the asshole. we’re planning for thanksgiving, and i mentioned wanting to do a anticolonial thanksgiving. we’d watch some stuff about the wampanoag tribe (first contact tribe at plymouth rock), i’d make frybread and fried squash blossoms (along w my mom who would make the thanksgiving basics) we’d have a grand old time. her boyfriend asks why we can’t just enjoy thanksgiving without making it too political.

i’m like. that’s not political? it’s cultural?

and he says that to him it feels self flagellating and it would make him feel bad.

and i said honestly? the idea of thanksgiving’s history makes Me feel bad. and not to complain dude, but as an american indian, it’s always about you, and never, ever about me. so truly, i don’t care if you feel bad. we’re not doing a fucking colonized thanksgiving in this house. so if you’re just here for that sham bullshit, go and stay gone.

my mom says she agrees with me that an attempt at a decolonized thanksgiving is a good idea and a good compromise for our mixed family, but that i was way too harsh on her boyfriend and should’ve tried explaining in a kinder way first, since he’s really not educated on this stuff. i see where she’s coming from; i worry i might’ve scared him off of ever learning about cultural decolonization. ik it’s not my responsibility to make him care, but that doesn’t change the fact that plenty of white people are subconsciously looking for a reason not to care about natives, and by being a dick i might’ve just handed him that reason. so not only was i an asshole to him, but an asshole to my community at large by disservicing our reputation.

idk. i think i ruined thanksgiving :/

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Season 2, Episode 2 - Everybody Loves a Clown

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Y/N's POV

John Winchester is dead.

My father is dead.

We're all now officially orphans.

The boys and I are stood out in the open, in a forest. Infront of a flaming pyre, in flames was their fathers body. John's body. I had no idea what to say to them, how to console. Tears in both me and Sam's eyes as we stare at the burning pyre. Deans face was stoic, emotionless. Almost as blank as mine was when I was watching my father burn.

Tears threatened to escape his ducts. I knew exactly how they were feeling, but I have no idea how to console them. I know when it was me, I wanted no one touching me. Dean was truly the only one I didn't want to push off, still grief ridden with dad and now John gone. Dean just stared at his fathers burning corpse, not daring to move a muscle.

John was like a father to me but Dean adored his father. I gently wrapped my arm around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder. His body was initially stiff before I wrapped my arm around him, he seemed to relax a bit when I laid my head on his shoulder. "Before he— Before he—" Sam tries to get the words out but he couldn't, I give him a sympathetic look, wrapping my arm around his waist now, he takes a deep breath, wiping away his tears.

"Did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam asks Dean. I look up at Dean to see hesitant look on his face, but he just shakes his head, "No. Nothing." he said simply responds in a deadpan tone. His eyes still trained on the pyre. Sam bites his lips, holding back his sobs.

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Third Person POV

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

One Week Later

Dean is below his car in Bobby's scrapyard, Three Dog Nights by Shambala blurring through the stereo of Baby as he tries somehow to repair her. Him and y/n blew a fuse when they saw what happened to their babies. Y/N broke down even more after seeing her girl so mangled. The last bit she had from her father, demolished.

She's about halfway there when it comes to restoring Quinn back to her original glory but it'll take a whole lotta money and patience. Neither of which y/n had right now. Her knee was somewhat better, surprisingly she didn't take long to heal from the injury but she still had her cast on. Y/N strolls out with a cold beer in one hand and a sandwich with a slice of apple pie she baked herself in another.

"How's the car coming along?" She asks. "Slow" Dean responds plainly. "Yeah? Come on out. I've got something for you" She tells him. Dean pulls himself out from underneath with the board, "Stop it, Y/N" Dean grunts, pulling himself up to go over to the tool trolley. "Stop what?" She feigns confusion. "Stop asking if I need anything. Stop asking if I'm okay. Stop bringing me stuff" He gestures to the sandwich, pie and beer.

Her heart hurts a bit at this. "Dean, you haven't eaten all day" She stresses. "Not hungry. I'm okay, really. I promise" He assures her. She rolls her eyes, knowing he's full of shit. She then rests the food and beer down next to him on the tool trolley. "Alright, Dean. It's just— we've been at Bobby's for a week and you haven't brought up your dad once." She finally points out the obvious.

Dean turns to her, "You know what? You're right. Come here" He beckons her over to him, she then sighs in relief. "I wanna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug. Maybe even slow dance" He says sarcastically with a smile. Her face hardens as he moves back over to the car. "Don't patronize me, Dean. Not right now" She scoffs. "Our dads are dead! The Colt is gone and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this and you're acting like nothing happen" She stresses.

"What do you want me to say?" Dean snaps. "Say something! Alright!" She snaps back frustrated. His gaze snaps over to her, "Hell, say anything. Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out her all day long, buried underneath this damn car!" She argues as Deans face hardens. "Now I get it, you don't wanna talk, trust me. I do" She puts her hands up in surrender. "But the least you can do is eat" She says gently pointing to the food.

"Revenge huh?" Dean scoffs, clenching his jaw. "Yeah" She nods, placing her hands on her hips. "Sounds good. Got any leads on where the demon is? You making heads or tails on any of their research? Cuz I sure ain't" Dean retorts back snarkily. Y/N sighs, running her hands over her face. "But you, when we do finally find it...Oh. No, wait. Like you said, the Colts gone. But I'm sure you figured out another way to kill it" He further ridicules.

Y/N doesn't answer, "We got nothing, Princess. Nothing, okay? See, the only thing I can do, is I can work on the car" He finishes, pointing to Baby. He then stoops down infront of it. She sighs, "Well, we got something, alright? That's what I came out here to tell you. It's one of dad's old phones" She explains to him, taking out one of her fathers old phones from her pocket, going through the voicemail.

"It took me a while but I cracked his voicemail code, Sam did the same for John's phone. Listen to this" She hands him the phone. Dean takes it, getting up and puts it to his ear. "F/N, it's Ellen. Again. Look don't be stubborn. You know I can help you and John. Call me" The woman, Ellen, over the phone's voicemail says in a impatient pleading tone. Deans eyebrows shoot up as he hands the phone back to Y/N.

"There was an identical one on John's phone. That message is four months old and the one on your dad's phone is 6 months old" Y/N tells him, taking the phone from him. "Dad and f/n saved those voicemails for months?" He asks surprised. "Yeah" Y/N confirms. "Who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?" He further asks. She shakes her head, "Sam looked but came up empty. But I ran a trace on the phone number and I got an address" She informs him.

Dean shrugs, "Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars." He instructs her. "Yeah, okay" She responds, going to walk back to the house. She then turns back of a sudden, "Eat" She orders him firmly in a motherly tone. Dean sighs exasperatedly, he then takes up the fork on the place and digs into the pie. He gives her a thumbs up as a satisfied smile takes her face over. She then turns away to walk back to the house.

Dean internally moaned when he tasted the pie. His eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction since he lied about not being hungry but damn did it taste heavenly.

Christ, why didn't I eat this earlier. This woman can cook.

He thinks to himself. Contemplating whether or not to put that ring his father gave him to use.

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Central, Nebraska

The trio are pull up to Harvelle's Roadhouse in one of Bobby's old cars. The car squealing as they pull in, Do That To Me One More Time by Captain and Tennilles blurring through the radio deck. "This is humiliating" Dean grumbles annoyed at the fact he's driving an old squeaky car that isn't his.

As they exit the car, Dean slams the drivers door harshly, "I feel like a fucking soccer mom!" He exclaims in frustration. "It's the only car Bobby had running" Y/N points out. Dean rolls his eyes as they make their way to the bar's porch. "Hello? Anybody here?" Sam calls out but no answer. "Hey. Did you bring the uh-?" Dean asks Y/N, gesturing to her lock pick.

"Of course" She says smugly, tossing it to him. He begins to pick the lock. The enter the empty bar, locking the door behind them. The buzzing of a fly getting electrocuted on the mosquito trap scares them slightly as the look around the place. They walk in deeper to see a man with a mullet, passed out on the pool table.

"Hey buddy?" Sam calls out to him, but he's does wake. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen" Y/N mutters. "Yeah" Dean sighs. Sam and Dean decide to go around back and see if they find anyone, leaving y/n alone in the bar. Her body stiffens when she feels the butt of a rifle gun pressed against her back. "Oh, God. Please let that be a rifle" She mumbles. The gun then cocks behind her.

"No, I'm just real happy to see you" The voice of a young girl sounds in a sarcastic tone. "Don't move" The girl orders. "Not moving. Copy that." Y/N says, putting her arms up. She clears her throat awkwardly, "You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't wanna put it right against their back..." She says in a smug tone "....because it makes it real easy to do-" She then swiftly turns, snatching the rifle from the young blonde girl.

Y/N cocks the gun with a smirk on her face, "That" She retorts smugly, the girl goes to punch her but she quickly dodges, sweeping the girl off her feet by hooking the back of her knee with hers. The girl falls back first onto the ground, her hands up in surrender, a look of shock on her face as y/n cocks the rifle in her face. "Dean! Sam! Get out here!" Y/N calls for the boys.

The boys exit the back kitchen with their hands to their heads, "Sorry, Y/N. We're, uh, a little tied up" Dean says nervously, blood dripping down his nose, as a woman emerges behind them, pointing two guns to their heads. "Sam? Dean? Y/N?" The woman queries. "Winchester and L/N?" She asks. "Yeah" The boys and Y/N respond in unison.

"Son of a bitch" The woman says in shock. "Mom, you know them?" The girl asks from the ground, y/n still has her rifle aimed at her. "Yeah, I think these are John Winchesters boys. And that's F/N L/N's little girl." She says in recognition before lowering her guns and laughing. "Hey, I'm Ellen. My daughter, Jo" The woman introduces herself.

Y/N sighs in relief, lowering the gun away from Jo. "Hey. Sorry" Y/N chuckles awkwardly, apologizing to Jo. She then stretches her arm out to help Jo up. She slightly glares at Y/N before a smile breaks out on her face. "I can't lie, you got some nice moves" Jo compliments her, accepting her hand. Y/N smiles as she helps her to her feet.

"Thanks, you're not to bad yourself hun" She returns the compliment, winking at her. Jo smiles at this, accepting the compliment. "Hey" Jo nods towards Dean, giving him a slightly flirtatious smile. Dean chuckles awkwardly before turning to Ellen, holding his bloody nose, "You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" He asks, she chuckles shaking her head.

After putting away their guns, "Here you go" Ellen hands Dean a cloth with ice to put over his nose where she pistol whipped him. "Thanks" Dean responds. "Mhm" Ellen says. "You called our dad and f/n, said you could help. Help with what?" Dean asks as he presses the ice cloth to his nose. "Well, the demon, of course" Ellen answers as if it's obvious. Dean turns to Sam and Y/N behind him, surprised she knew about it.

"I heard they were closing in on it" Ellen adds. "Was there an article in Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you, how do you know about all this?" Dean asks defensively. "Hey, I just run a saloon" Ellen puts up her hands in defense. "But, hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dads a long time again. They were like family once" Ellen further explains.

"Oh, yeah? How come they've never mentioned you before?" Y/N asks defensively. Ellen's face drops and Y/N notices this, "You'd have to ask them that" Ellen responds in a low tone. The boys and y/n share a look at this. "So why exactly do we need your help?" Dean asks. "Hey, don't do me any favors. Look if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass in the way out" Ellen snaps back.

"But John and F/N wouldn't have sent you guys if-" She begins to say but stops mid sentence, realization dawning on her. "They didn't send you" She says. Their heads drop in solemn, sharing a look of grief. "They're alright, aren't they? Is F/N okay?" Ellen asks them nervously, tears welling up in her eyes. Y/N cocks her eyebrow at her sudden concern for her father.

Dean swallows the lump in his throat as Sam and Y/N blick back tears. "No, no he didn't. It was the demon, we think. And um, it just got dad before he got it. I guess" Sam says sadly. "And f/n?" Ellen asks y/n hopeful he was okay. But she shakes her head, "Vampire hunt" Y/N responds in a dry tone, not wanting to talk about it further. "I'm so sorry" Ellen says sincerely.

"It's okay. We're alright" Dean assures her, offering a fake smile. "Really. I know how close you and your dad-" Ellen goes to say but Dean cuts her off. "Really. I'm fine" He assures her further, but she isn't convinced. The silence is a bit awkward so Sam cuts in, "So, look. If you can help....we could use all the help we can get" Sam says softly.

Dean turns to him with a look of disbelief and y/n slightly glares at Sam. "Well, we can't" Ellen says, turning to Jo, then back to them. "But Ash will" She smiles. "Who's Ash?" Y/N asks, cocking her eyebrow. "Ash!" Ellen calls out for him. That's when the man who was passed out on the pool table earlier suddenly wakes up, the balls on the table clanking as he gets up.

"What?!" He answers as the trio turn to him. Grimaces on their faces. "Closing time?" He asks in a croaky voice. "That's Ash?" Sam asks, pointing behind him to the man. Jo nods, "Mm-hm. He's a genius" Jo responds nodding.

Later, Dean slaps down Johns journal infront of Ash at the bar counter. "You gotta be kidding me. This guys no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie" Y/N huffs not convinced. Ash chuckles before winking at her, a smug smile on his face. "I like you cupcake" He says in a flirtatious tone. Deans jaw clenches at Ash's tone, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at him. That burning jealousy raising again.

Y/N rolls her eyes chuckling a bit, "Thanks Billy Ray" She smiles back as Ash pumps his eyebrows at her. She wasn't into him but he was a flirt she didn't mind getting behind. Something to distract her anyhow, "Just give him a chance." Jo says to them as she rests the glasses down on the counter with a pitcher of water in her hand.

Dean sighs, scratching his nose before sitting between Sam and Y/N, "Alright. This stuffs is about a years worth of our dads work. So uh, let's see what you make of it" Dean smirks, sliding the journal over to Ash. He opens the book as Sam and Y/N sip on their waters. He begins to sift through the research before shaking his head, "Come on. This crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this" Ash says, leaning back in his chair.

The three share a look, "Our dads could" Sam says firmly. Ash looks between the three hunters before picking up a paper from the research, "These are nonparametric statistical overviews. Cross spectrum correlations. I mean....damn" Ash says impressed as he looks through the papers. "They're signs. Omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms." He explains as they listen.

"You ever been struck by lightening? It ain't fun" Ash trails off from the topic. Y/N rolls her eyes. "Can you track it or not?" She asks a bit irritated. "Yeah, with this. I think so. But it's gonna take time. Uh, give me...." He says before blinking rapidly to think for second. "....51 hours" He finishes, picking up all the research. The trio share a look at this, shaking their heads. "Hey, man" Dean calls out to Ash.

"Yeah?" Ash responds, "By the way, I, uh, dig the haircut" Dean snickers but Ash smirks, flipping his hair. "All business upfront, party in the back." Ash smirks before giving y/n a wink then walking out. Y/N shakes her head chuckling as she sips her water. Dean rolls his eyes but it trails over to Jos ass, his eyes meet with hers to when she notices he was checking her out.

Y/N notices this and huffs internally, that burning feeling in her chest reappearing. Oh god, not now. She groans internally. Meanwhile, Sam's eyes were on a folder marked with 'Couple Murdered. Child Left Alive' in the back of the bar. "Hey Ellen, what is that?" Sam asks her curiously. She turns to the machine she thinks he's pointing at. "It's a police scanner. We, uh, keep tabs on things" She tells him as Dean gets up to go over to where Jo is.

"No, no, no. The, um, folder" He says, Ellen then turns and begins walking over to the folder behind the machine. Picking it up, "Uh. I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But, take a look if you guys want" She hands the folder to Sam and Y/N. "Thanks" Sam mutters. His full attention now on the folder but y/n's eyes are trained at Dean and Jo who seem to be flirting up a storm.

Her grip tightens on her glass of water, as she grits her teeth. Her eye twitches with envy as the fury of jealousy swarms in her stomach. The light above her began to flicker, controlling it without realizing it. Sam and Ellen's heads snap to to the flickering light in confusion. Sam quickly picked up on what was going on when he saw Y/N's eyes were narrowed in Dean and Jo's direction.

Her mind was clouded, too clouded to realize that, thanks to her, a light above her sparked and blew out of nowhere, causing both Sam, Ellen, Dean and Jo to get startled. The glass from the busted light scattered around them. "Goddamnit, I fixed that just last week!" Ellen exclaims in frustration, resting down her bar cloth. Y/N broke her gaze away from them, still gripping her glass.

"Last time I buy from Arties Hardware" Ellen grumbles whilst walking to the back to get the spare light bulb and a broom. When Sam sees Y/N was seconds away breaking the glass, he quickly takes it away from her. "Easy there, Matilda" He chuckles awkwardly patting her shoulder. Cautiously resting the glass down away from her. She snapped out of the trance she was in and when she realizes what happened, her face became flushed with embarrassment.

"Christ, sorry, I don't know what got into me" She apologizes, mortified. "I think we need to look into psychics, you know? Figure out how you can control your powers?" Sam suggests. Y/N clears her throat awkwardly, she and the boys haven't discussed what has happened over the course of the past few weeks. From her summoning the Colt to her hand to her seeing Dean as a ghost when he was dying.

She expected them to be more freaked out but with everything they've seen and been through. They love her regardless, she's scared they'll see her as a freak but it's far from the truth. "And what about you? I'm not the only ESP machine around here" Y/N retorts jokingly, nudging Sam. He smiles chuckling. "Yeah, but you're more advanced. Wouldn't hurt to check it out" He shrugs, she sighs nodding.

"That'll be a good idea" She responds. Something catches Sams eye in the folder. "Dean, come here. Check this out" Sam calls out to his brother. "Yeah?" Dean gets up from the booth he and Jo were at, walking over to Sam and Y/N as he rolls up his sleeves. "A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt" Sam explains. "Yeah, so?" Dean asks. "So, maybe we all should check it out" Sam suggests.

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Later that night, the trio are on their way to the hunt in Bobby's car. "You gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?" Dean scoffs. "Yeah, he left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces actually" Sam informs them from the back seat, using his light to read the staples together research in the Manila folder. "This family was at some carnival that night?" Y/N asks, taking a drag from her cigarette, her elbow propped on the passenger side window.

"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnival" Sam nods, reading from the file. "So how do you know that we're not dealing with some psycho carny in a clown suit?" Dean queries. "Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus, the girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course" Sam says.

"I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?" Y/N taunts, chuckling along with Dean as Sam rolls his eyes. "Give me a break" Sam scoffs. "You didn't think we remembered, did you?" Dean laughs. Sam doesn't answer, they snicker as he glares at them. "I mean, come on. You still busy out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television" Dean chuckles. "At least I'm not afraid of flying" Sam retorts to Dean as Y/N laughs hysterically, choking on the smoke.

"Planes crash!" Dean snaps defensively. "And apparently, clowns kill" Sam counters. Y/N shakes her head laughing at their banter as she flicks her cigarette out the window. "Okay, settle down fellas. So these types of murders, they ever happen before?" Y/N asks, changing the subject. "Uh...according to the file, 1981. The Bunker Brothers Circus. Same m.o. It happened three different times, three different locales." Sam tells her, reading from the file.

"It's weird though, if its a spirit, it's usually bound to a specific locale: a house or a town" Dean points out. "So how is this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?" Y/N asks. "Cursed object, maybe" Dean suggests, turning to her. "The spirit attaches itself to something, carnival carries it around with them." He further explains.

"Great. Paranormal scavenger hunt" Sam mutters dryly. "This case was your idea." Dean retorts. "By the way. Why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job" Dean points out. "So?" Sam questions. "It's just not like you, that's all" Y/N adds. "Yeah. I thought you and y/n were hell bent for leather on this demon hunt" Dean says. "I don't know. I just think, taking this job. It's what Dad would've wanted us to do." Sam responds.

Dean cocks an eyebrow at this. "What dad would've wanted?" He questions. "Yeah. So?" Sam asks. Y/N picks up on Deans tone and flashes him a quick warning glare because he already looked like he was about to say something that would cause a fight. So he just sighed and shaked his head, "Nothing" Dean dismisses it.

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The old borrowed car with the trio pulls into the parking lot across from the carnival. "Check it out. Five-0" Dean points out the cops in the area questioning some clowns. They make their way into the grounds, Dean and Y/N take a look around, leaving Sam near the ferris wheel.

While walking back, they notice Sam was staring intently at a shorter woman with a fake beard, no more than three feet tall. He seemed a bit freaked out as the woman stared back at him. Dean and Y/N share an amused look at Sam's awkward expression. "Did you get her number?" Dean teases his brother, startling him as Y/N snickers.

Sam just cringes, not answering as they all lean against the railing. "More murders?" Sam asks them. "Two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them" Y/N informs him. "Who fingers a clown" Sam scoffs. Dean and Y/N cock an eyebrow at his choice of words, giving him a weirded out expression.

"What?" Sam asks confused. They choose to ignore it, "Yes, a clown, who apparently vanished into thin air" Dean confirms. "Guys, you know, looking for a cursed object, it's like..trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. It could be anything" Sam says. "Yeah, you're right. But it's bound to give off EMFs. We'll just have to scan everything" Dean shrugs, turning to Y/N with a smirk on his face.

"Oh good, that's nice and inconspicuous" Sam chuckles sarcastically. "Plus, we got our warrior princess here" Dean nudges Y/N, patting her on the small of her back. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. Feeling a bit flushed at the way Dean casually patted her back. "I'm not a human EMF meter, Dean" She says exasperated. Crossing her arms over her chest, Dean just chuckles giving her a wink.

"I guess we'll just have to blend in" Dean shrugs, his eyes trained on the 'Help Wanted' sign. They all share a look before approaching the tent that the sign was taped to. The enter the tent to see a man with dark shades and a suit on, throwing knives at a large wooden dart board. "Excuse me. We're looking for a Mr. Copper. Have you seen him around?" Dean politely asks the man.

"What is that, some kind of a joke?" The man scoffs in an offended tone. He then takes off his glasses to reveal his synthetic eye. Y/N places a hand over her mouth at the irony, trying to hold back a snicker. "Oh, God. I'm sorry" Dean tries to apologize as the man continues to ramble. "You think I wouldn't give my eyeteeth to see Mr. Cooper..or a sunset or anything at all"

"You two wanna give me a little help here?" Dean mutters to the two younger hunters whose faces at laced with amusement. "Not really" Y/N mutters back as Sam shakes his head rapidly, holding back his laughter. Dean feigns a smile, looking around awkwardly. "Hey, Barry. Is there a problem?" A voice behind them asks the man. They look around at eye level, only to be met with no one.

They simultaneously look down to be met with a shorter set man, wearing a blue matador outfit with a cape. "Yeah, this guy hates blind people" Barry, the blind man, informs the matador. "No, I don't-" Dean tries to clarify, chuckling awkwardly. "Hey, buddy. What's your problem?" The matador asks in an standoffish tone. "Nothing, it's just a little misunderstanding" Dean tries to dismiss it, only making it worse.

Y/N physically facepalms at this, "Little? You son of a bitch" The matador scoffs, holding up his bat ready to beat Dean with it. Dean flinches back, "No, no, no, no, no! I'm just- Can somebody tell me where Mr. Cooper is?!" He exclaims as Sam and Y/N burst out laughing at the scene unraveling in-front of them. "Please?" Dean asks Barry nervously.

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"You three picked a hell of a time to join up. Take a seat" Mr. Cooper tells the three hunters as they walk into his office. Dean and Y/N spot three chairs, two normal and one clown chair. They share a mischievous look before rushing to sit on the two normal chairs, leaving the clown chair for Sam. "We got all kinds of local trouble" Mr. Cooper says as Dean and Y/N smirk victoriously at Sam.

Who lets out an exasperated sigh at their childishness. "What do you mean?" Y/N asks Mr. Copper feigning curiosity as Sam nervously takes a seat on the clown chair, grimacing in displeasure. "Well, a couple of folks got themselves murder. Cops always seem to start here first." Mr. Cooper answers as Dean smirks at Sam's discomfort.

"So, you three every worked the circuit before?" Mr. Cooper begins the interview. "Uh, yes, sir. Last year through Texas and Arkansas" Sam casually lies as Dean and Y/N nod. "Doing what? Ride jockeys? Butcher? A&S people?" Mr. Cooper queries. They're all confused by this but continue to keep up the ruse, nodding as if they understood.

"Yeah, uh. Little bit of everything, I guess" Y/N lies fluidly. Mr. Cooper looks at them suspiciously, "You three have never worked a show in your lives before, have you?" He calls them out on their bullshit, catching them in their act. "Nope" Dean responds with an awkward smile. "But we really need the work. So- And, uh Sam here has got a thing for the bearded lady" Dean chuckles, pointing to his little brother.

Earning a glare from Sam and a snicker from Y/N. "You see that picture?" Mr. Cooper points to an old picture with a man who looked identical to him, a fedora on, near the Ferris wheel. "That's my daddy" He says. "You look just like him" Sam says smiling. "He was in the business. Ran a freak show, till they outlawed them most places. Apparently, displaying the deformed isn't dignified" Cooper informs them.

"So, most of the performers went from honest work to rotting in hospitals and asylums. That's profess, I guess" Cooper shrugs as they listen on. "You see, this place, it's a refuge for outcasts. Always has been. For folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you three..." He explains, leaning forward in his chair. "You should go to school. Find a couple girls or guy. Have 2.5 kids. Live regular" He advices them wisely.

Dean rolls his eyes as Y/N internally groans. Sam then leans forward, "Sir.....We don't wanna go to school. And we don't want regular. We want this" Sam says firmly, Y/N cocks an eyebrow at this along with Dean. Surprised by Sam's statement, they share an uneasy look.

Now walking back outside, "Huh" Dean mumbles. "What?" Sam asks. "That whole, uh, 'I don't wanna go back to school' thing. Were you saying that to Cooper or were you, you know, saying it?" Dean asks. Sam couldn't find the right answer, "Sam?" Y/N calls out to him. "I don't know" Sam sighs, responding honestly. "You don't know? I thought once the demon was dead and the fat lady sing, that you were gonna take off, head back to Wussy State" Dean blurts out.

"I'm having second thoughts" Sam turns to them. "Really?" Y/N asks surprised. "Yeah, I think. Dad would've wanted me to stick with the job" Sam shrugs. "Since when do you give a damn what dad wanted?" Dean snaps, y/n sighs at this. Faceplaming again at Deans tone. "You spent half your life doing exactly what he didn't want, Sam" Dean scoffs.

"Since he died. Okay?" Sam retorts. Dean nods, a displeased look on his face. "You have a problem with that?" Sam asks in a standoffish tone. Dean goes to snap back but Y/N steps between them, "I don't mean to butt in, but now is not the time nor the place fellas." She chimes in firmly, giving them a warning look.

Dean sighs, "Sorry, Princess." He apologizes sincerely. "No, I don't have a problem at all" He growls at his brother before walking off.

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Later, Sam is wearing a red jacket with 'Cooper Carnival On The Go' printed on it in white. Currently picking up discarded trash by the carnival attendees on the floor with a clamp stick, shoving it into a big blue bag as the patrons scream on the rides. He had his EMF meter stuffed in his jacket, a pair of headphones shoved in his ear to pick up any frequencies.

He takes a cautious look around before heading to the funhouse, waiting for some of the girls who were inside to file out. He then makes his way into the funhouse. He pulls out his EMF meter as the sounds of screaming over a recording plays throughout the room. Then scanning the organ pipes near some of the colorful framed mirrors.

The EMF doesn't give off any frequencies. Sam almost shat his pants when a fake skeleton came descending from the roof in a flash, causing him to almost bump into some teenage girls behind him, who giggle at his fearful look. Sam breathes out a shaky breath as he glares at the skeleton. He scans it but nothing comes up. He then leaves the funhouse before taking out his phone to call Y/N.

Meanwhile, Dean and Y/N open up a large dumpster, tossing the trash in their big blue bags into the can. Dressed identical to Sam, "Jesus, people are so filthy" Y/N gags in disgust at the garbage she picked up from around the carnival. "Amen" Dean mutters in agreement, grimacing from the putrid smell.

Y/N's phone then rings, she hands Dean the stick and bag. Fishing her phone from her jacket pocket, flipping it open to see it's Sam. "Hello?" She answers. Dean then presses his ear to the back of her phone, his light stubble brushing against her smooth cheek. Y/N's heartbeat quickens at their close contact and so does Dean's. "Hey, man" Sam responds shakily.

"What's the matter? You sound like you just saw a clown" Dean taunts his little brother chuckling, as Y/N rolls her eyes, hiding her snicker. "Very funny" Sam deadpans. "Skeleton, actually" He says ironically, causing Dean and Y/N to be confused at this. "Like a real human skeleton?" Y/N asks. "In the funhouse. Listen I was thinking. What if the spirit isn't attached to a cursed object? What if it's attached to its own remains?" Sam suggests.

"Did the bones give off EMF?" Dean asks. "Well, no but-" Sam goes to say but Dean cuts him off. "We should check it out anyway" Dean suggests. "We're heading to you" Y/N tells him, then hanging up the phone. She and Dean share a nod before walking off towards the funhouse. That's when, Barry, the blind man from earlier, suddenly appears.

Grabbing Dean by his arm. "What are you two kids doing here?" Barry asks them suspiciously. Dean and Y/N share a nervous look, "We're just sweeping" Dean covers quickly. "Bullshit" Barry spits. "And what were you talking about? Skeletons? What's EMF?" Barry asks pressingly. They side glance at each other nervously again, "Dude, your blind man hearing is out of control" Y/N chuckles awkwardly.

"We're a tight knit group. We don't like outsiders. We take care of our own problems" Barry says defensively. "We got a problem?" Dean asks, cocking his eyebrow. "Well, you two tell me. You're the ones talking about human bones" Barry chuckles as if it's ridiculous. Dean gives y/n a look, she rapidly shakes her head but Dean ignores it.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Dean asks Barry, leaning in closer. Y/N facepalms for what feels like the thousandth time today at Deans bigmouth. "What?" Barry scoffs confused. "My brother, my friend and me...um...we're all writing a book about them" Dean covers up his question with a lie, a sly smile on his face towards Y/N. She rolls her eyes at his smug smile.

After their conversation with Barry, they begin to make their way to the funhouse to meet up with Sam. Y/N reaches over and swiftly taps Dean on his head in annoyance. "Ow!" Dean yelps, clutching the back of his head. "What was that for?" He grumbles at her while she glares at him. " 'Do you believe in ghosts?' Why don't you just tell the midget while we're at it" She grumbles back sarcastically, shooting him a glare whilst he winced. Rubbing his head.

"Oh shut it, we found out some useful information" Dean defends. Y/N sighs, "Whatever" She grumbles. "What took you guys so long?" Sam asks them a bit annoyed. "Long story" Y/N huffs in response. "Mommy, look at the clown" A little girl near talking to her mother says, pointing. "What clown?" Her mother asks her confused.

This catches the attention of the three hunters. They begin to walk towards them only to see the girl was pointing to nothing, "Come on, sweetie. Come on" Her mother ushers her away. The three share a look, worried something might happen to this poor girls family.

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Later that night, they followed the family back to their house. Pulling up across the street to see the family from their large opened window in the living room. Dean puts the squeaky car in park as Sam lectures him. "Dean, I cannot believe you told Papazian about the homicidal phantom clown" Sam scoffs from the backseat.

"Yeah, tell me about it" Y/N huffs in agreement with Sam. "I told him an urban legend about a homicidal phantom clown. I never said it was real" Dean shrugs, pulling out his rock-salt gun. "Hey! Keep that down" Y/N snatches the gun away from Dean, earning an eyeroll from him. "Oh, and get this: I mentioned the Bunker Brothers Circus in '81 and their, uh, evil-clown apocalypse. Guess what?" Dean informs Sam.

"What?" Sam asks. "Before Mr. Cooper owned Cooper Carnival. He worked for Bunker Brothers. He was their lot manager" He tells Sam. Realization dawns on Sam, "So basically, we think whatever the spirits attached to, Cooper brought it with him" Y/N adds. "Yeah, something like that" Dean agrees, looking out the car window at the family's house.

"I can't believe we keep talking about clowns" Dean mutters. "Yeah, tell me about it" Sam quipped up, gulping. Causing Dean and Y/N to chuckle.

Couple hours in, they're still staking out the house. Dean and Y/N had fallen asleep in the front, her head laid against his shoulder, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. Sam was still awake in the back seat, his eyes widened when he noticed the little girl from earlier was in the living room. "Dean, Y/N!" He nudged the two awake, their eyes shooting open to see the little girl in the living room, walking towards the front door.

They quickly jumped out of the car, rock salt guns cocked. They made their way around the house, looking for any open window. They finally came upon the bathroom window, Dean and Y/N gave Sam a boast to jump in, shimmying his large body through the small opened window. Dean then gave Y/N a boast, his hands gripping her waist as she pulls herself in, gliding through the window with ease.

Dean then followed behind, they creeped down the hallway leading out of the bathroom, backs pressed to the wall, Sam and Dean had their guns locked and loaded. They heard the jingling of bells as the little girl made her way down the hall, holding a clowns hand. "Wanna see Mommy and Daddy? They're upstairs" She says innocently, leading the clown to the stairs.

When their eyes landed on the clown, they jumped into action. "Hey! Hey!" Sam and Dean yelled, aiming their guns at the clown. Te little girl began to scream but Y/N swooped in and quickly grabbed the terrified screaming little girl, shielding her from the clown as Sam and Dean empty their shells into its chest. The clown fell to the ground, bleeding.

But in an instant, it got up back, a creepy smile on its face. Sam and Deans eyes widen with terror, "Y/N! Watch out!" Dean yells for Y/N to duck, she quickly does so. They move to attack the clown but it disapparated after jumping through the glass door, shattering on impact. Dean ran out to go after the clown but it disappeared. Y/N was still holding into the little girl, protecting her from the scene.

Y/N freezes when she sees the girls parents bend the corner, quickly letting go of the little girl, her hands up in surrender. "What's going on in here? What are you doing here?! Who the hell are you!" The girls fathers yells. "Oh my god! What are you doing to my daughter! Get out, get out of my house!" Her mother gasps terrified. Sam, Dean and Y/N shagged ass and ran out of there immediately.

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The next morning, the trio are packing up their stuff, slinging their bags over their shoulders. "You really think they saw our plates?" Y/N asks Dean as he shuts the trunk harshly. "I don't wanna take the chance. Besides, I hate this fucking thing anyway" Dean grumbles as they walk off, abandoning the car on a stretch, in the bushes.

"Well, one things for sure" Dean says. "What's that?" Sam asks as they walk down the stretch, walking side by side to Y/N. "We're not dealing with a spirit. That rocksalt hit something solid" Dean points out. "Yeah, I got nothing. No chills, at all" Y/N agrees. "Yeah. A person? Or maybe a creature that can make itself invisible?" Sam spitballs. "Yeah, and dress up as a clown for kicks?" Dean says sarcastically.

"Did it say anything in your dads journal?" Y/N asks Sam. "Nope." Sam sighs, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Who you calling?" Dean asks. "Maybe Ellen or that guy Ash will know something" Sam shrugs. A thought flashes across his mind, a sly smile on his face. "Hey, you think, uh— ?" Sam chuckles. "You think F/N and Ellen ever had a thing?" Sam asks curiously.

Y/N grimaces at the thought, "No way" She cringes. "Agreed" Dean agrees. "Then why didn't they ever tell us about her? Plus she seemed more worried about F/N than she did Dad" Sam points out. "I don't know. Maybe they all had some sort of falling out" Dean shrugs. "Yeah." Sam agrees, looking down at his phone as they continue to walk.

"You ever notice our dads had a falling out with just about everybody?" Y/N points out chuckling a bit along with Sam. Dean didn't answer, his face stoic. "Well don't get all maudlin on them" Sam scoffs, hanging up the phone when he didn't get a response. "What do you mean?" Dean asks defensively. Sam and Y/N give him a knowing look, "I mean, this strong, silent thing of yours. It's crap, and I'm over it" Sam argues, causing Dean to groan and y/n to sigh internally.

Here we go, she thinks to herself. "Oh my god" Dean groans. "This isn't just anyone we're talking about, this is dad and f/n. I know how you felt about them" Sam further argues. "You know what? Back off, alright? Just because I'm not caring and sharing like you want me to-" Dean goes to say but Sam cuts him off.

"No, no, no. That's not what this is about, Dean. I don't care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man." He lectures. "And so do you, Y/N" Sam turns to Y/N. Her gaze snaps to him, surprised. "Excuse me, but I am dealing. Just because I'm not gonna lean on your shoulder and sob 24/7 doesn't mean that I'm not dealing." She scoffs defensively.

Sam sighs in defeat. "Listen, y/n. I'm your best friend and Dean, I'm your brother. Alright? I just wanna make sure you two are okay" Sam tries to reason with them but Dean snaps. "Dude, we're okay! I'm okay, okay?! I swear the next person who asks if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches!" Dean bellows. "These are your issues. Quit dumping them on us!" He further argues, stopping in his tracks to turn to Sam.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks in a hurt tone, turning to his brother. "I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, 'Oh, what would Dad want me to do?'" Dean says ironically and Y/N glances between the two heated men nervously. "Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell." Dean chuckles humorlessly.

"You picked a fight with him the last time that you ever saw him. And now that he's dead, you wanna make it right? Well I'm sorry, Sam, but you can't. It's too little, too late" Dean blurts out angrily, tears welling up in Sam's eyes. Y/N is in disbelief at his words. "Are you kidding me?!" She snaps. Dean is taken back by this along with Sam, "How could you even say that right now?! If you could say that to Sam, why can't you say that to me?!" She comes to Sam's defense.

"Because you're not saying, 'Oh, what would daddy want me to do?' No!" Dean further yells. "Screw that, you're being too biased and harsh right now. Don't take out your anger on, Sam!" She yells at him. "And you" She turns to Sam, pointing at him firmly. "People deal with grief differently, some wanna talk about it, some don't. So don't push us to talk about it if we don't wanna. It's just simple as that." She says firmly to Sam, turning back to Dean.

"Sam is only pushing because he cares, but arguing isn't gonna make this any better, Dean. They're dead! We can't fix that! We just have to deal with it" She says in an exasperated tone, tears welling up in her eyes. Dean immediately regretted his words towards his brother by the end of Y/N's rant. But Sam was too angry to look at Dean, "I'm gonna call Ellen." He simply says to them, walking forward to call her.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, princess" Dean apologizes sincerely to Y/N when his brother is out of earshot. "Yeah, me too charming" She returns the apology, looking down at the ground. "We've all just been through a lot these past few months. We're only human" She sighs. "But if you do ever wanna talk.." She begins. "Oh, god. Not this again" Dean groans exasperatedly. "Relax darling" She chuckles lightly.

"I mean it. We're family, I'm always here and so is Sam. Whether you wanna smash some beer bottles or sit in silence. I'm here" She assured him gently, giving him a soft smile. Dean's heart skipped a beat. She expected Dean to roll his eyes but he returned her smile, "I'll take you up on that offer" He promises her, she smiles flashing him a wink as they walk ahead closer to Sam.

"Thanks a lot" Sam says to Ellen before hanging up. "Rakshasa" Sam tells them. "What's that?" Dean and Y/N ask in unison. "Ellen's best guess. It's a race of ancient Hindu creatures. They appear in human form. They feed on human flesh. They can make themselves invisible and they cannot enter a home without first being invited" Sam explains to them.

"So they dress up like clowns and the children invite them in" Dean says. "Yeah" Sam responds. "So why don't they just munch on the kids?" Y/N asks curiously. "No idea. Not enough meat on the bones, maybe?" Sam suggests. "What else did you find out?" Dean asks. "Well apparently, rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects" Sam informs them.

Y/N grimaces at the nasty thought, "How nice" She mutters. "Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every 20 to 30 years. Slow metabolism, I guess" Sam shrugs. "Well that, makes sense. I mean, the carnival today, the Bunker Brothers in '81." Dean lists off. "Right. Probably more before that" Y/N agrees. "Hey guys, who do we know that worked both shows?" Dean asks them knowingly.

"Cooper?" Sam and Y/N respond in unison. "Cooper" Dean nods. Sam scoffs a bit at this, shoving his hands in his pockets as Y/N shakes her head. It was so obviously right infront of them. "You know, that picture of his father, that looked just like him" Y/N points out. "You think maybe it was him?" Dean asks them. "Well, who knows how old he is" Sam shrugs.

"Ellen say how to kill him?" Y/N asks Sam. "Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass" Sam responds. Dean thinks for a second before saying, his mind running to the blind knife thrower, "I think I know where to get one of those." He says. "Well, before we go stabbing things into Cooper, we gonna wanna make damn sure it's him" Y/N says firmly.

"Oh, you're such a stickler for detail, y/n/n" Dean smirks at her, flashing her a wink. Y/N looks down smiling as Sam chuckles lightly. "Alright, I'll round up the blade. You two go check if Coopers got bedbugs" Dean instructs them, the trio still walking down the stretch.

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Later that night, Sam and Y/N were at the carnival a couple a patrons still in the area. Both near Coopers office. They make sure to look around to ensure there's no one there. They give each other a firm nod before Y/N pulls out her lock pick and begins picking the lock to Coopers office door.

Meanwhile, Dean is with Barry Papazian, the blind man. "Well, I got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I got a brass one, though" Barry says, opening the door to his booth.

A gun cocks behind Sam and Y/N who were inspecting under Coopers bed, their bodies immediately stiffen as they turn back quickly to see Cooper aiming a shotgun at them. "What do you think you're doing?" Cooper spits angrily at them.

Dean entered Barry's booth behind him, "Check in the trunk" Barry instructs him, waving his stick around as he walks in. Dean did so, opening the creaky old wooden trunk. He begins to rummage through it, his eyebrows creased in confusion when he found a red clown wig. Realization dawned on him when he picked it up and it jingled, exactly the way it did back at the little girls house.

He turns around to face Barry, "You?" Dean gasps in disbelief. Barry drops his stick to the ground, taking off his dark shades. "Me" Barry smirks darkly, his face contorting into a wide Joker-like grin, his eyes glowing silver. He waved at Dean menacingly before disapparating into thin air.

Dean instantly tries to bolt out of there but the door was jammed. Locked from the outside. Suddenly, a knife comes wielding at Dean, stabbing straight into the door infront of him. "Jesus!" Dean exclaims in terror. Another knife comes wielding at Dean and stabbed into the door. "Alright!" Dean screams before kicking down the door.

He stumbles through the door, falling over before quickly getting back onto his feet. Dean runs out into the open, "Hey!" Y/N calls out to him. He stops in his tracks and rushes over to them. "Hey" Dean breathes out relieved. "So, Cooper thinks we're peeping Toms, but it's not him" Sam informs him. "Yeah, so I gathered. It's the blind guys. He's here somewhere" Dean tells them quickly, looking around for Barry.

"Fuck, did you get the-?" Y/N asks him. "The brass blades? No. No it's just one of those days" Dean says, still looking around. Sams eyes flicker over to the funhouse. He nudged Y/N along with Dean. "I got an idea, come on" He says quickly, running towards the fun house.

Dean and Y/N share a look, shrugging and then follow behind him. They enter the funhouse of mirrors, only to be separated when the large black door comes closing in. "Sam!" Dean and Y/N call out to him, banging in the door. Separated from Sam. "Dean! Y/N!" Sam yells. "Guys, find the maze, okay?!" Sam screams through the door.

Dean and Y/N share a terrified look before looking around, a nasty clown scream echoing through the room. They walk down the hall cautiously, looking for the maze. A recording of a menacing laugh plays through the dark room.

On Sam's side, he approaches the steam organ playing. An idea flashes thriyub his head, he then tries to pick up one of the flutes from it but the steam burns his hands. Sam flinches, hissing from the burn. He then pulls his jacket sleeves up, using it as a holder to pull out the flute from the organ.

Dean and Y/N make their way around the funhouse, stumbling upon Sam trying to pull out the flute. "Hey" They approach Sam. "Hey. Where is it?" Sam asks about the Rakashas, surprised to see them. "We don't know. Shouldn't we see his clothes walking around?" Y/N huffs. Suddenly, two knives come flying at Dean and Y/N, pinning their clothes to the wall.

They yelp fearfully, "Sam!" Y/N and Dean scream for Sam to hurry up and pull the brads flute out. Sam quickens his pace, pulling out the flute. Dean and Y/N grunt, trying to pull the knives out but it's stuck. Sam creeps slowly, wielding the flute. A knife then comes flying at Sam, which he quickly dodges.

The lights begin to flicker in the funhouse, "Guys, where is he?!" Sam yells. "I don't know!" Dean responds, Y/N's eyes flicker to a leaver to a pipe above her. An idea flashes through her mind. She reaches up and pulls it, activating the steam organ, steam comes piling out of the vents and organ. Clouding the room.

Dean and Y/N notice the shadow of a man creeping behind Sam. "Sam, behind you! Behind you!" They scream, warning him. Sam swiftly stabs Barry Papazian with the brass organ flute. He begins to scream as Sam twists the flute in his stomach, gritting his teeth. Papazian screams painfully as Dean and Y/N finally get the knives out of their clothes as Y/N turns the steam off.

They rush over to Sam to see the brass flute on the ground, blood spilt but no body. Assuming the monster disappeared after being killed, "I hate funhouses" Y/N grumbles frustrated. They boys nods in agreement, breathing heavily.

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The next day, they're all back at the roadhouse. "You kids did a hell of a job" Ellen commends them, handing each of them a beer. "Your dads would be proud" She adds sincerely. "Thanks" Sam says gratefully. Y/N gives her a small smile. The tension between Dean and Y/N was thick so Y/N gave her best friend a look that said,

'Read the room, Sammy. Beat it'. Sam looks between them, realizing they wanted space, "Oh, yeah, um. I've gotta- uh- uh- I gotta go...over there. Right now" Sam awkwardly says, chuckling nervously before getting up and going over to the other side of the bars pool table by Jo. Dean and Y/N chuckle at his terrible acting, "Smooth" Dean shakes his head, sipping his beer.

"So? Ahem..." Y/N clears her throat awkwardly, her cheeks a bit flushed. "So?" Dean smiles softly, his eyes flickering over to Y/N. "How're you feeling, charming?" She asks concerned. Dean sighs heavily, his eyes trained on his beer bottle. He would lie and say he's fine but he knows that'll earn him either a bitch face from y/n or a smack to the head for lying.

"Not too well, Princess" He answers honestly, breaking gaze with his bottle and back to her. "At least you're being honest now" She smiles softly, sipping her beer. "How're you feeling?" He returns the question. She scoffs, shaking her head. "Just about as good as you" She chuckles dryly. Ellen gives them a side glance, low-key eavesdropping on their conversation.

"But we got each other" She blurts out, Dean cocks his eyebrow at this. His heart skipped a beat, smug smile appearing on his face. "...and Sam" She covers up, clearing her throat. Her face gathering a tinge of pink. Dean goes to shoot her a sly comment but she smacks his arm lightly. Making him chuckle, "I didn't say anything" He puts him hand up in surrender chuckling.

"Yeah, but you were thinking it" She retorts, scoffing jokingly. Ellen shakes her head at their awkward cute banter, a small smile on her face. Dean puts him beer up in toasting manner, she smiles, cheer-sing with Dean. They simultaneously take a sip as they stare deeply into each others eyes.

Dean was grateful for Y/N's patience and support. He knew she'd never leave them, loyalty and compassion was in her nature. Her compassion is a gift, she carried it with her always and forever. And he cherished that about her. Part mind was hopeful that y/n returned his feelings he had for her, Dean begin Dean refused to believe it, once again.

Jo's eyes glanced over to the two hunters laughing and talking. She noticed the way they looked at each other, the longing desperate stare they shared. "I don't got a chance, do I?" She asks Sam, who was racking up the balls to start a game of pool with her. Sam looks over at Dean and Y/N where her eyes were trained. Though his brother wasn't celibate and neither was Y/N, he couldn't lie to Jo.

He shaked his head, smiling in their direction. "Honestly, I doubt it. Sorry" He apologizes sincerely. Jo smiles, shaking her head. "It's fine, there's more fish in the sea. I'll admit though...they're cute" She chuckles, whilst leaning on her pool cue, looking back at Sam. "Ohh, they're something" Sam snorts, sipping his beer. Sharing a laugh with Jo.

Ash then enters from the back room, everyone's attention was drawn over to him. "Hey, cupcake. Where have you been? I've been waiting for ya" He asks y/n flirtatiously, a book in one hand and a laptop in his other. Dean scoffs, glaring at Ash. Y/N rolls her eyes, "If it isn't my favorite country rock star." She retorts sassily. Dean snorts at her response. "We were working a job, Ash" Sam answers from across the bar.

Ash looks at him confused. "Clowns?" Sam adds. "Clowns? What the fuck?" Ash responds still confused. "You got something for us, Ash?" Dean cuts in. He nods, resting his laptop down next to Y/N, Sam comes over immediately. "Did you find the demon?" Y/N asks. "It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises its head. I'll know" Ash answers, typing on his laptop.

A smug smile on his face, "I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie" He winks at Y/N, she cocks her eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Sam asks. "I mean, any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world...my rig will go off. Like a fire alarm." Ash answer, turning the laptop to them with his tracker. Their eyes widen.

"Would you mind...?" Dean asks, going to touch the laptop. But Ash taps the table, giving him a slight glare. Dean smirks, pulling his hand back. "What's up, man?" He asks Dean in a standoffish tone. "Ash, where did you learn to do all this?" Y/N asks, chuckling impressed at his tech knowledge. "MIT. Before I got bounced for fighting" He responds, smirking cockily.

They're all taken back by this, "MIT?" Sam asks in disbelief. "It's a school in Boston" Ash says plainly. Sam holds back a snicker, "Okay. Give us a call as soon as you know something?" Dean asks him. "Sí, sí. Compadre" Ash responds. Dean nods. "Y/N, you should give me your number so I can..." Ash says flirtatiously. Dean clenches his jaw, holding back his boiling hatred.

Y/N scoffs chuckling. "Sorry, sweetie. I don't do college boys" Y/N retorts, feigning a smile. Dean smirks proudly at her answer as Sam chuckles. Ash's smirk widens, "I do like a challenge" He winks at her, before leaving the room. Y/N shakes her head scoffing as they boys laugh. They finish off their beers, "Thanks Ellen, we appreciate everything" Y/N says kindly to Ellen, she returns the smile to Y/N before she exits behind Sam.

When Sam and Y/N leave, "Hey, Dean" Ellen calls out to Dean. "Yeah?" Dean answers. "Did F/N know you have a thing for his little girl?" She asks, smirking. Dean is taken back, he chuckles nervously. "I do not- She's like my little sister- " He shakes his head rapidly, denying it relentlessly. Ellen cuts him off with a laugh. "And I'm Cher" Ellen snorts sarcastically, giving him a side glance.

Deans face drops, his heart ready to fall out his ass. She smiles, "Chill. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You guys seem like you'd be great together" Ellen assured him, giving her a small smile. Dean smiles softly, "I'd like to hope so" Dean sighs. "If you kids need a place to stay, I got a couple beds out back" She tells him. "Thanks, but no. There's something, I gotta to finish" Dean says gratefully. "Okay" She nods, Dean gives her one last smile before walking out.

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Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Dean was back in Bobby's scrapyard, knelt down replacing Baby's tire. Sam approaches him, "You were right" Sam says. "About what?" Dean asks, getting up, he walks to the other side. "About me and Dad." Sam says honestly. "I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him" Sam says sincerely. "I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you were right" Sam admits.

Tears forming in his eyes, Deans face still stoic, "What I'm doing right now, it is too little. It's too late" Sam singles back tears as Dean swallows the lump forming in his throat. "I miss him, man. And I miss f/n. And I feel guilty as hell" Sam holds back tears, breathing heavily. "And I'm not alright. Not at all." He admits, sighing heavily. "But neither are you. That much I know" Sam says, this makes Dean clench his jaw further, the anger and grief building inside of him.

"I'll let you get back to work" Sam concludes, walking back to the house. Rage boiled inside of Dean, he moved to the tool tray and picked up a crowbar. His face contorted with pure fury, he gritted his teeth and swiftly drew back his crowbar. Smashing the passenger window of an old junked car.

His eyes flickered over to Baby, his heart heaving heavily. He began to go at the trunk, hitting it profusely with the crowbar. Grunting loudly, painfully as he dents her trunk with the crowbar. His veins were hot, his chest began to burn with the dents turned into a hole in the trunk. The crowbar slipped out of his hand, clanging on the ground.

He fell bottom first onto the ground besides the crowbar, tears welling up in his eyes. He struggled to breath, his hands shaking as he tried to fish his phone out of his pocket. He called the first person that came to mind, they only person he wants around him right now.

The phone rings besides her on the couch in Bobby's living room, "Hello?" Y/N pressed a her phone to her ear. Resting her book down on her lap. All she heard was Deans heavy breathing, she could hear him choking back tears. "Dean?" She leaned forward on the couch, her voice laced with concern. "I need you...please" Dean pleads tearfully. "I'm coming" She says immediately, tossing her phone aside.

She ran out to the yard to see Dean on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees pulled to his chest. Tears staining his face. Her heart sank painfully, "Charming" She gasps, settling next to him on the ground. She instantly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, Dean finally allowed himself to cry. His stiff body relaxed into Y/N's arms as he let out his wretched sobs into her chest.

"It's okay....it's okay..." She cooed gently, stroking his dark blonde hair. Her tone was pained, seeing Dean in so much pain. It pained her inside out. She desperately wished she could do something to make this easier but the grief had to run it's course. Deans body shaked relentlessly in her arms, his tears soaking her shirt. "It'll be okay. I promise" She assured him, sobbing with him.

"I didn't mean to make you cry" Dean croaks apologetically, looking up at her with his tear filled eyes. "You didn't make me cry, babe" She smiled tearfully, pushing his hair back with her fingers. He continued to cry, clutching onto her as if she'd disappear. Her cheek rested gently at the top of his head, she laid a gentle kiss on his crown as they held each other.

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Authors Note: ......yeah, I'm a sap. DEAL WITH IT🤣🤣🤣I hope whoever is reading enjoyed!🥰 Just a little Easter egg I planted in there, 'Her compassion is a gift, she carried it with her always and forever.' Was inspired by 'Your compassion is a gift, Elena. Carry it with you...Always and Forever'. It's from The Vampire Diaries (another favorite show of mine) from Elijah's letter to Elena.

And the "It's okay...it's okay" was inspired by Allison's death in Teen Wolf, from when she was dying in Scott's arms. There is actually an edit sound of Will from Good Will Hunting crying and Allison saying 'It's okay'. I immediately thought of Dean and Y/N, so that's what inspired the ending. Look it if you want the full experience lol. Once again, hope you guys enjoyed and this chapter it not edited. Till the next episode!🫶

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reveluving · 11 months

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if the skirt fits ; andy barber x reader

summary: Andy finds a little secret of yours.

warnings: heavily implied s~mut; costume kink (minors DNI!), familial fluff & mild humour!

a/n: you don't know how happy I am for finally sharing this piece with y'all, considering how it has been collecting dust in my drafts since LAST YEAR, but here it is; one of my earliest ideas for the series! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.” ;

"You could dress up as Jason?" You suggested what might’ve been the seventh costume idea since the drive home from dinner at the Thai restaurant nearby.

"Done that." Jacob replied as he leaned forward from his seat to talk to you and his father.

"Spiderman?"

"I feel like everyone's dressing up as Spiderman this year."

"But not everyone's going to dress up as the same one." You had a point, considering how you and his dad were the first victims of his Spiderverse fixation since the second movie was released, so you knew what you were talking about.

"I guess,” Jacob thought for a moment before falling back in his seat, taking your idea into consideration, “I guess I just want something… different."

"If you want different, then we could get you one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes on the internet." Andy held a playful look even as his eyes remained on the road.

"Very funny, dad." His son grumbled, despite fighting back his own smile.

"Aw, cheer up, Jake. You've got time." You reassured him.

“Yeah… And I’m not too worried. The store next to Aunt Sarah’s bakery got some cool stuff when I bought last year’s costume,” Jacob mused before asking you, "What about you, mom? Have you thought of a costume yet?"

Ah, mom. Even after all this time, you and Andy will never get tired of him calling you that.

"Mmm, not yet. But when I do, I'll make sure you're the first to know." You and Jacob shared a smile in the rear-view mirror, only to be interrupted by Andy clearing his throat.

"Uh, you're gonna tell him first and not me?" He cocked his head, feigning disbelief.

"Of course. You lost that privilege when you suggested Jake the dinosaur costume." You and Jacob laughed as Andy dramatically groaned, telling you ‘I didn’t mean it’ in an angsty teenager tone.

"I am not dressing up Ken." Andy answered, removing his watch and leaving it on the vanity table.

"Oh, c'mon, Cowboy Barber has a nice ring to it." You said with a lilt.

"And where exactly am I going to find a Western shirt in my size?" He quirked an eyebrow at you.

"We could always ask the Flags. Her husband might have one hidden somewhere."

"Just because we've seen him with a cowboy hat last Halloween?" He remembered seeing him wearing one during the community party at the park.

"You'd never know. Barbie and Ken are safer than your recommendation." You opened the closet without taking your accusatory eyes off him.

"What's wrong with a devil and an angel?"

"Andy." Surely he could tell how ridiculous he sounded.

"It's… easy…? And you'd look really good in it." He tried to persuade you, standing next to you.

"At a party full of kids?" You weren't sure how the parents that were a little more… conservative would feel about their kids' teacher dressing up like that.

"I didn't say it was for Wilson's party. It's for our afterparty," He wiggled his brows, "Just you and me while Jake stays over at the Wilson's."

You snorted. How cheesy of him.

"Wilson's party first, then whatever you want after," You turned back to the hanging clothes, "And besides, you should be the devil, not me."

That wasn't a no.

"You know what," He pursed his lips, already considering your idea—especially with the black suit he knew you'd melt over, plus a red tie before dodging the swat of your hand with a laugh. Just then, he noticed you'd been searching for something for a while, unbuttoning his cuffs and folding his sleeves before asking, “Need some help?”

“I can’t find my panties. The baby blue ones.” You frowned.

“The one with the lace?” He asked, prompting you to nod, “I mean, as much as I love seeing you in those, you know I don’t mind you without any in the first place.”

“Nice try, Barber," You narrowed your eyes at him, gesturing to the drawers in front of him before you rummaged through the pile of folded clothes on the bottom rack, “Help me search the drawers, please.”

He did as he was told, looking through the first stack before moving on to the next.

There was little progress in your searches but your curiosity was only piqued when out of the corner of your eye, Andy was looking closely at something.

“Did you find it?”

He took a quick breath before answering, “No, but I did find something better.”

You furrowed your brows, standing up to ask what he meant by that until you caught sight of the familiar skirt he held.

Plaid, grey and extremely short.

Uh oh.

You clasped your hands together in front of your tummy as you stared at the microskirt with wide eyes. You were even failing to notice him slowly breaking into a smirk. He didn’t stop there, reaching into the drawer he was looking into with his other hand to take out the matching tie. Your lips parted, darting your eyes between the article of clothing and the smug look on his face.

“I can explain,” You finally spoke up, your voice softer than you hoped for.

“Please, do,” He held the ends of the untied tie with both hands, “Because I’m pretty sure these are too small to be mine.”

Oh, he was going to have some fun with this.

“Well, it’s, y’know,” You moved your hands around, only to silently plea for him to understand without having you say it, “Andy, c’mon. You know what it is.”

It wasn’t enough for him, though, raising his brows and encouraging you to continue.

He was clearly enjoying this. A whole lot.

Unbelievable.

“It’s my old costume.”

He hummed, appraising the garment as he immediately imagined what you would look like in it, “So my pretty girl has a dirty secret of her own. Did you break any necks when you pranced around the neighbourhood in this?”

“In my defence, I only wore that once, when I was in college, so,” You corrected him, recalling the party you attended in your final year.

“So, you broke college boys’ necks.”

“I didn’t say that,” You shook your head in amusement, “I just didn’t have the heart to give it away. It was just one of those rare times where I truly enjoyed living in the city.”

Though the city wasn’t far from Reve Road, and hell, you’ve even thought about moving back once or twice in your earlier days, truthfully, you haven’t been there in ages, and thank goodness, too. What would life be like if you hadn’t stayed, made a name in the peaceful neighbourhood and met the Barbers?

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," You mustered a small smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, "But I had my fun. Grew up to be a city girl, earned my degree and let out my ‘wilder’ side a couple of times. But I love it here more, and if I want to keep my job, the last thing my students and my son need to see when they go trick-or-treating is their Literature teacher in this."

You shared a hearty laugh. Your wonders about who or what you could’ve been if you stayed in the city were nothing more than a mere curiosity, and even then, it hardly mattered to you now.

“Wouldn’t hurt to relive the old days here in our room.” Oh?

"You can't be serious," You chuckled nervously, "It might not even fit."

You were lying—you barely looked any different from your college years. You just weren’t sure if you were ready to see his reaction over such scandalous attire.

"All the more reason to try it," He replied confidently, closing the gap between the two of you. His voice deepened as he whispered, "C’mon. You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?"

Like the gentleman he was, he used your weakness against you.

You knew you were done for when you gulped under his intense stare, cocking his head in the bathroom’s direction.

You snatched the garments out of his grasp, the ‘deathly’ glare on your face contrasted with his conceited one as you obtained the shirt that came with it out of the same drawer. He continued to hold your gaze even as you closed the door.

Once you were alone, you couldn’t help but let out a silent scream.

You were too embarrassed to even face the mirror as you got dressed, not until you slid on the last piece—the skirt before turning around to look at yourself. You could barely acknowledge the coincidence of covering your face with your hands like a bumbling schoolgirl.

Because that was exactly what you looked like.

You remembered washing the set a couple of times after your first and only wear, and even then, you didn’t think the skirt could shrink that little. Your ass was hanging out of the hem, offering an ample peek at the black bikini brief you had taken with you.

You came out of the bathroom, ignoring the warmth spreading through your body as you were met with Andy sitting at his side of the bed, shamelessly displaying the prominent tent bulging in his pants.

He hummed in approval before beckoning you to his lap, "Come here."

You kept your gaze on the ground as you walked over to him, standing in between his legs.

"Come here." He repeated, this time, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he tapped his knee.

You let out the softest whimper, your arms encircling his neck before straddling one of his thick thighs. He rested his hands on your hips, only to run them up and down your body, watching your face already contorting between bashfulness and desire.

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.”

He pulled you closer, bouncing his knee to rub against your clothed sex. Electricity coursed through your body over the not-so-innocent move, your breathing growing heavier by the second as he teased you further.

“But you haven’t answered my question yet. Did they or did they not stare at you when you wore this?”

He rendered you speechless. You were beginning to think your heart might burst out of your chest at any point.

“I’m sure they did,” A part of him wanted to be annoyed but miffed was a better way to put it. Not at you, though, he could never. You were just trying to have fun and make the most out of what life had to offer. But if he was there to see you in this the first time you had it, likely showing your wilder side, oh, he couldn’t lie and say you wouldn’t catch his eye either.

“But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore,” His hands slid past the hem, lifting it for him to drink in the sight of your curves, “It’s just you and me now.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder, hoping to stifle the moan that threatened to slip past your lips.

“Just imagine me bending you over the bed so I can get a peak of what’s mine underneath,” He sighed dreamily, smiling when your ass jiggled as he grabbed at and squeezed them, “Or should I throw you on the bed and have you on your knees?”

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way he groped your body until you jumped at the resounding crack and the sting that came with it on your left cheek.

"Does it come with thigh highs?" He asked ever so casually as if he wasn’t straining to have you just as much as you were him.

"I-It did, but… I kinda lost it."

"That's fine. I can always get you a new one," He nosed your jaw, "In fact, I'll buy you more than just a pair. Maybe match some with your panties."

You mewled, raising your head and granting him access to your neck.

“You'd do everything your favourite professor tells you to do, wouldn’t you?”

Fuck.

“Andy, I–” You nearly called him Professor Barber when the sounds of knocking on your door caused you and your husband to freeze up.

"Mom, dad,” It was Jacob, “I think Beemo's been collecting… socks under the couch?"

Like a fish out of water, your mind was too blank to respond or even acknowledge the question. Thankfully, Andy was able to do it for you, “We’ll be right there!”

The two of you waited until his footsteps receded before you were able to let out a sigh of relief. Andy, on the other hand, had the audacity to chuckle at you. There was no reason for you to worry about scarring Jacob since Andy had already locked the door.

“Very funny.” You murmured sarcastically, moving off him and loosening the tie, hoping to ignore the ache in between your legs for the time being.

“Hilarious,” He cockily added, standing up with an almost pained groan. He stood behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, “But this isn’t over.”

You stopped.

“I meant what I said about buying you thigh highs with it. Or better yet, some fishnets because my wife’s not so innocent after all.”

Despite getting cockblocked, he was immensely satisfied to see you shiver.

‘Beemo, are you collecting underwear too?’ You heard Jacob ask the cat incredulously, only for a ‘wait!’, followed by his footsteps going down the stairs, probably chasing the feline with whoever’s briefs or undies he had in his mouth. You could only hope it wasn’t yours.

“And, that’s our cue,” His shoulders slumped, only to growl in your ear, “Wear this for me tomorrow after dinner.”

He then released you with a big smooch on your cheek, exiting the room to find his son, but not before winking at you.

Leaving you to wonder on your own if he’d throw you on the bed or have you on his lap tomorrow.

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» a/n: now is a good time to say; no, I have yet to come back to the series, but I was too stoked about this event and thought 'hey, this should be the best time!'

» consider it as a mini compensation! but I do want to thank you for still sticking around, just know 'future mrs barber' is nowhere near discontinuing! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

#— reve's reverie 🌹#reve's quirky reverie 🕷#future mrs barber series #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x f!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #chris evans #chris evans reader #chris evans x reader #defending jacob #defending jacob fic #jacob barber

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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So if Wukong didn't know MK was playing superhero, why was he able to be caught by Spider Queen? The answer is clear. He took the younger cubs down to see the parade. That way, he could be closer to the fireworks, and his kids are entertained. He ended up being caught up in the initial attack and discovered MK playing hero while trying to evacuate the cubs away from the angry spider lady trying to turn people into spider zombies.

Wukong is not happy, but at this point there are far more important things to deal with. He orders MK to get his siblings somewhere safe while he handles Spider Queen. When MK protests, he tells him that MK's arachnophobia would only get in the way, and he is still Sun Wukong, the gods be damned Great Sage Equal To Heaven and the Monkey King. He isn't so far into his retirement that he can't put an upstart little princess in her place.

The plan backfires and Wukong gets captured by LBD and Spider Queen, of course, but hey, the Noodle Crew gets to meet MK's siblings! Sandy babysits them while they're in Heaven trying to get the stuff. All they know of it is that MK's mom was caught by the Spider Queen, they don't know yet exactly who his parent is. Not until much later when Wukong and DBK break out of their bonds and save them.

"Holy shit, is that Sun Wukong!?" ;Probably Tang

"Mom!" :MK

"MOM!?" :Literally eveyone

After all is said and dine Wukong makes good on his promise of a long talk, or rather lecture, and MK is grounded.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD BE SO RECKLESS! Xiaotian, your father an I taught you better than this! What were you thinking!?"

"But when you were my age you were at war with Heaven, though!"

"And look what that got me! Thrown in a furnace and pinned under a mountain for 500 years! What you did was stupid and reckless. What if you'd gotten hurt!? Your still mortal, MK!"

Referencing.

Yesss. Wukong canonically adores New Years, and I def agree that love extends to the cubs too.

Wukong does a "surprise" visit to Megapolis to show the younger cubs the New Years Parade + check up on his eldest while MK is helping Pigsy with the foodtruck. Likely all in glamours, but MK 100% gets an embarassing visit from his mom at work. The Noodle shop gang tease him endlessly about it.

Then cue the Spider Queen's invasion, and Wukong giving MK the cubs to watch for the moment while he Kings Up. MK doesn't want his mom to go in his condition, but Wukong is still The Monkey King, and has no idea that his son has been superhero-ing for the past couple of months.

The gang all meet up on Sandy's airship, and the kiddos glamours all drop from stress. This is where the gang confirms (they had suspiscions) that MK is a disguised demon - they dont mind since thats sadly common in human-dominated cities. MK specifically being a monkey demon gets Tang asking questions though.

Red Son shows up and has a brain-fart mid-plan when he recognises who "Noodle Boy" actually is;

Red Son: "Xiaotian!? I haven't seen you since we were calves! This explains so much!" MK, nervous sweating: "Not now dude! My mom got captured by the Spider Queen, and my dad is MIA right now." Red Son: "Ah but of course. Seems we have the same predicament then. No fear, I have a plan to defeat the Spider Queen and save our respective parents." Tang, panic-nerding: "MK, how do you know Red Son!?" MK, flash of SWK-esque anger: "NOT NOW."

The gang get to the Celestial Realm and retrieve what they need to make the antidote - though not without attracting the attention of a certain hound that just realised her fave monkey is here.

MK, petting the dog: "I'm sorry Quan. I can't play right now! I'm saving the city." Xiaotian Quan: (*sad whine!*)

Meanwhile at the Spider Mech; DBK has finally met his little brother/enemy once again. DBK in his anger, yells about Sun Wukong's "little-thief successor MK" ruining so many of his family's attempts at gaining power, and Wukong just blanks;

Wukong, scary parent voice: "Xiaotian has been doing what!?" DBK: "The Little Thief is Xiaotian!?"

DBK would also shout at Wukong for putting himself in danger in his condition, but quiets when he learns that Macaque is missing. Tieshan had seemed worried since DBK got back (infact, maybe its why she decided to free him), and everyone knows that the shadow monkey wouldn't leave his mate without reason. When LBD arrives, DBK and Wukong immediate get a chill up their spines. They both know that she's somehow involved with Mac's disappearance... DBK has his super-saiyan moment of worried-anger and frees both himself and his xiandi so that they can find their reckless kids.

The Noodle Shop gang (+ Red Son and the cubs) bust on through with the spider-venom antidote and manage to subdue the Spider Queen with their combined forces.

Tang is about to fanboy at the sight of Sun Wukong in the flesh when MK and the cubs yell something that shatters his preconceptions.

MK & the cubs: "Mom!" "Mama!" Noodle Shop Gang: "MOM?!?" Wukong, swarmed by baby monkeys: "Thank Nuwa you're all ok!" (*hugs them all tight*) Wukong: (*suddenly bonks MK on head with a sandal*) Wukong: "And you! How dare you not tell me that you've been fighting demons this whole time! You told me you were only getting a job for mortal experience!" MK: "But mom! I did get a job! I've been using my spare time trying to figure out what happened to dad!" Wukong: "Which I specifically told you Not to do!! Your father has gotten himself tangled up with a very dangerous witch and I'm not letting you run into one of her traps!" Noddle Shop Gang + DB fam: (*standing at a safe distance from the yelling*) Tang, dizzy with excitement: "Anyone else feel like they're in a fantasy right now?" Mei: "Hm, not really. I knew Xiaotian since we were pups. My grunkle Ao Lie is the same dragon-horse from the stories." Tang: "Excuse me!?"

Erlang shows up on Earth asking Wukong tf just happened - his third eye showed him the chaos in the Celestial Realm and Lao Tzu is pissed for his missing pills and Furnace. But he immediately leaves when he sees tje carnage of a saved mortal city + Sun Wukong. (Erlang: "Ah. Say no more.")

#post jttw stone egged au #jttw stone egged au #sun wukong #dad sun wukong #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk dbk #lmk red son #lmk demon bull king #lmk tang #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #shadowpeach #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid

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queenmayor23 · 11 months

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How do we tell our son?

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

Y/N playfully nudges Buck into a light chuckle.

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thebestofoneshots · 1 year

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 2.7 K Warnings: none Prompt: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Proofread by lovely @shysadsonie and @callmelovergirl

Chapter 2: Escape

Tuesday - Summer 1974

You woke up at 6:00 AM and started packing all the necessary stuff in your backpack, Reg and you’d found a way to enchant it for endless space, and you’d added anything and everything that might be useful inside of it.

And so the adventure started. You met Sirius in the Lobby. “Regulus stayed inside,” he told you “In case anything happens he’ll tell our parents we went on a morning race on the brooms.”

“And who’ll be the winner?” You wondered.

“Well me, obviously,” he said “I’m on the quidditch team.”

“I’m one of the fastest riders in my school though ,” you boasted.

“Guess we’ll have to make an actual race another time to find out.” He said and you nodded, accepting the challenge. “Come on, we have to get on the bus,” he stated, pulling you towards the stop.

Once the two of you sat comfortably near the end of the bus you turned to him “You brought a change of clothes, right?” You asked.

“Why? I look dashing,” he responded, motioning towards his outfit.

You laughed “I’m not saying you don’t, Sirius… but, you look perfect for a night out in London, this is Mexico, you’ll literally melt in that jacket.”

“Why?”

“It’ll be like 32º degrees by 11 am,” you said motioning towards the news.

“Is that even possible?” He asked worried, which only had you laughing further.

“We’ll buy something for you before we go to the park,” you said as the bus started moving.

After around 25 minutes the bus dropped you off in the city, it looked like a tourist area since there were many shops on both sides of the street.

“We still have some time before the park opens,” said Sirius after checking his watch.

“Let’s get you something more appropriate then,” you replied, “that shop seems interesting.”

The two of you walked towards a small boutique, there were rows of clothes on both sides, neatly hung, all of them were beach appropriate, even some swimsuits here and there. You grabbed a pair of white beach shorts and a flowered Hawaiian shirt and handed them over to Sirius “Try this on,” you said. He looked at you, questioning “You have to blend in, I mean the rockstar look works on you but we’re in Cancun, not in New York.”

“Rockstar look?” He asked as he grabbed the hangers from you and headed towards the changing rooms.

“You know, the whole leather jacket ripped jeans, if I didn’t know you have the thickest eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a boy I’d swear you were wearing man-liner too.”

“So you were looking at my eyelashes then?” He responded in a flirtatious tone, from inside the changing room.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I first noticed them on your dad.”

“How dare you imply we’re related,” he joked, half offended.

“My bad,” you said, “at least you don’t have the whole murder stare he’s got going on.”

“I don’t?” He quipped.

“You’re literally all smiles, Sirius, you laugh every couple of minutes at some stupid joke you make yourself.” By then he opened the curtain and as soon as you saw him you burst into a laugh, he looked silly in those clothes.

“Bad idea then?” He said raising his eyebrows

“No, no, you look… handsome,” you said with a diverted smile, “that shirt is, maybe a bit too much?” You said before going towards the hangers to look for something better, you grabbed a plain brown shirt and handed it over to him. He grabbed it and headed inside again.

“I’m not all smiles,” he said as he fumbled with the clothes “I’ve never been described like that.”

“Yeah sure, all smiles and a flirt as well, all girls fawn over the mighty Sirius Black with his dark luscious locks,” you mocked “All around the hotel, all the girls turn to look at you when you–“

That’s when he opened the curtain, with some of the top buttons still undone, he might have bloody well been a supermodel in the portrait of those beach photos all around the store.

“You were saying?” He said with a cocky smile as he agitated his head to make his hair flow.

It took a second to compose yourself after being starstruck by him, but you managed “Yeah that works better,” you said, handing him a pair of sunglasses “to maintain the rockstar vibes.”

The two of you walked towards the register and paid shortly, the man in the register seemed to be eyeing Sirius up and down as he counted the cash, he was almost as handsome as Sirius, although with a more Latin flare going on with him, with his tanned skin and brown eyes, contrasting with Sirius’ nearly regal beauty. You almost said “I feel you bro” out loud when you noticed his eyes darting towards Sirius’ lashes, even if you would never admit it to Sirius himself, because his ego would grow all the way to the moon, your friend looked dashingly handsome that day. What you didn’t notice is that the boy on the register wasn’t only checking him out, he was also checking you out, that did not pass Sirius’ gaze and he went ahead and placed his arm over your shoulders as casually as possible.

“Let’s go get some breakfast then,” he said looking towards you “I’m famished.”

You nodded and turned to the cashier with a smile “Any place you’d recommend?”

“If you wanna try something local, try breakfast tacos on La Adelita, three blocks to the left. If you prefer something more on the sweet side, you can go walk one more block, there’s a shop that has amazing Italian ice cream.”

“Thank you very much,” You said, still smiling and walking out along with Sirius after he handed you the ticket.

“And you say I’m all smiles,” he said, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“It’s called being polite, you don’t have to act like a snob all the time,” you retorted.

“Sure, if you call flirting being polite…”

“I wasn’t!”

“You sure?”

“Sirius, the cashier was gay!” You told him as he turned towards you.

“NO way.”

“He was all over you the moment you stepped outta that changer,” you reasoned.

“He…” Sirius frowned “…he couldn’t have been.”

“Well I may not know WHAT he was, but he was into you,” you concluded. Sirius turned red but looked to the side to hide it. A boy? Into him? Surely impossible…

The two of you continued walking towards the breakfast place, both oblivious to the looks you got from the people around, while Sirius may have gotten all the attention from the ladies back at home, here he was getting some of the fruity boy’s eyes as well. Maybe it was because of the way you dressed him? Regardless of the looks, the two of you arrived at the ice cream shop.

“Hola,” you said to the lady at the counter “nos podría dar dos conos?” You asked politely, the lady nodded and motioned for you to look at the glass fridge with all the flavours.

“Orangegasm?” Asked Sirius looking at one of the flavour names.

“Naranja combinado con otros cítricos y frutos locales,” the lady explained in Spanish.

“It’s orange with other citrus and fruits,” you told him.

“She totally does not see the world play, does she?” He asked, holding a laugh.

“I guess the word for orgasm is different in Spanish,” you shrugged.

“I want that one,” Sirius said, the lady seemed to understand and served him a cone, she handed it over and Sirius tried it, he straight up let out the most obscene moan you’d ever heard.

“Oh, the name fits.”

“Do you mind if I?” You said motioning to the cone and he shrugged handing it over, you tried it as well, and damn it was hard to hold back your own moan. The name did fit after all.

“Uno para mi también,” you said as you took out the money to pay. She handed you your cone, you paid, left some tips and left the little shop.

“This may just be the best ice cream I’ve ever had,” Sirius said as he continued to suck on his cone. And you swear it was hard not to stare at him, he looked so beautiful with his pink-ish lips and dark lashes.

“Definitely,” you agreed with a cough, forcing yourself to look at your cone instead.

As you continued walking you bumped into a dark-looking shop with a legend on top that said “EL MALEFICIO” which you roughly translated to “The curse” and frowned, putting an arm in front of Sirius to stop him from walking.

He turned to you and after noticing you were staring at something turned towards that place, he did not really understand why it was calling your attention so he decided to just ask.

“It’s a… witchcraft shop?” You said almost questioning yourself.

“Out in the open? Do wizards not hide in Mexico?”

“I thought we did,” you replied as you grabbed his arm and pulled him along with you to enter the shop.

Soon enough you realised there weren’t many real things in there. “Siete machos?” You asked puzzled looking at some of the vials “Blanca flor? I think this is just a tourist trap Sirius, for those muggles who think they can do witchcraft.”

A tall man approached from behind “Tourist trap, eh?” The man said almost threateningly “Perhaps you two would like to see the back of the shop, where the real witchcraft lays,” he said with a steady and creepy tone, the man reminded Sirius of Severus, with his dark and evil aura, maybe a bit more clean, but also a lot more threatening.

“We were about to go,” you motioned to the exit but he quickly moved to block it.

“I insist,” he said as he basically pushed you both deeper into the shop.

As he promised, this section of the shop was a lot more realistic, with floating candles on the side, cauldrons boiling potions by a fire and a lot of other wizarding items. “Go ahead,” he said. “I assume you two little wizards did not enter my shop to make me lose my time and do intend on buying something.”

You both nodded and busied yourself by browsing through the shop. You walked towards a shelf with several scrolls and started looking at the different spells on them. One said animagi and something made you take it.

Sirius was on the other side looking at some other things, he found a small necklace that looked very interesting, the man approached him from behind “That’s an interesting item you have there, it’s charmed. It’ll allow you to find the person wearing the necklace when you need it the most,” he said. Sirius didn’t really believe him but took it anyway. It instantly burned his hand and he dropped it on the floor.

“What the fuck!” he cursed.

“Told you it was charmed,” the man replied with a simple shrug. “Now you must buy it, it’s linked to you by a blood charm. Give it to someone you don’t want to lose.”

Sirius was sure the man was being passive-aggressive but he was not about to challenge him about it, he looked very dangerous, same creepy vibe as his parents.

“Do you, uhm... take muggle money, or just Galleons?” You asked nervously as you approached him and Sirius on the other side of the shop.

“Galleons.” He said. You nodded and pulled out some money from your purse, giving it to him. The man moved to the side finally leaving the path open for you to leave the shop.

“Be careful children,” he said as he saw you leave “It’s not safe for two wizards to be roaming around by themselves, especially when you are not of age yet.”

Sirius and you quickened your pace and went out as soon as physically possible. Once you were far enough the two of you collapsed down onto some chairs from a local coffee shop. The two of you were breathing heavily “For a minute I thought he’d never let us out,” you said.

Sirius nodded “It was certainly an experience,” he agreed, also catching his breath “What did you buy?”

Your face quickly changed “Oh, you’re gonna love it, I remembered you mentioned something about trying to turn into an animagus,” you said, he nodded, “well…” you said as you took the scroll “it’s the recipe.” You smiled mischievously.

“No way!” He said as he took it from your hands and started inspecting it. “This is crazy, you can only get this stuff with a bunch of special permissions.”

“I know, that’s why I bought it,” you said “I’ll make you a copy once we’re back at the hotel.”

He smiled brightly “Thank you.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment until a lady came over to ask if you wanted to order anything.

“Mm, no, lo siento. Tienes lo hora?”

“Son las diez cuarenta,” she responded, annoyed and you jumped from your seat.

“Our bus for the park is about to leave,” you told Sirius and quickly took out a bill and left it on the table “Lamentamos molestarte,” you told the lady before pulling Sirius back to the bus departure place.

“What was the bill for?” He asked as the two of you picked up the pace.

“The inconvenience,” you said as the two of you started jogging.

After 5 minutes you’d finally made it, the bus was indeed at the stop and a couple of other tourists were still getting inside it. “We made it on time,” You said once you were inside.

“Ready for the zip lines?” He asked with that particular smile of his.

You laughed, looking slightly to the side “I was born ready.” You replied.

You continued the bus drive talking about nothing and everything, looking at the scroll with the animagus recipe, and discussing how tedious it seemed to be.

“What would you like to be?” You asked him.

“I don’t know, a big strong animal I guess, like a tiger, or a wolf.”

“Imagine if you ended up as a cute little puppy instead,” you teased.

“Hey!” he said as he nudged you in response.

“What?” You replied with a smile “Got a problem with that, Puppy?”

“Oh no, don’t make that a thing,” he complained, “what ‘bout you?”

“I don’t know, something fast, maybe small? I’d like to be able to move around without causing too much trouble,” you responded “Or a lion,” you said with a smirk “I’m sure I could take out your tiger any day.”

“Tigers are stronger than lions,” he said confidently.

“What are you talking about? Lions are the KINGS of the jungle for a reason,” you argued back. He was about to answer when the bus came to a halt. You were finally there.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Xplore,” the driver said, in English, to Sirius’ amusement, probably because the bus was pretty much full of tourists.

Soon enough people started to get up and out of the bus, as you two approached the doors he leaned towards you and whispered in your ear “My tiger would still win.”

“Sure thing Puppy,” you said with a smirk and jumped from the stairs to the asphalt, walking towards the entrance of the park “You coming or what?”

Sirius jumped right after you and the two of you walked towards the entrance. You had to sign some papers, that said something about the risk involved and how you wouldn’t sue the park in case of an accident and they asked for your ID, to which you gave them the fake ones that said you were both 19 and 18 respectively, which is above legal adult age in Mexico but also still believable with your childlike faces.

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