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[syd-djarin]

Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice (neighbor!joel AU)

chapter one: the new neighbors

*18+ Minors DNI*

Word count: ~2000+

Warnings: FLUFF, nervous reader, a hint of masturbation (f & m), neighbor!joel needs a warning, eventual smut

reader has hair that she fidgets with, "grows warm" /"cheeks burning" but not necessarily blushing, with embarrassment - minor edits to make this more inclusive for my readers <3

Author/s Notes: this is my first fic, so ofc I had to write Joel, and I have a weakness for neighbor!Joel.

this will be a series and I'm so excited to share this :) this is super self-indulgent, making reader based off myself so shameless self-insert kinda? lol

a huge thank you & ily to my babe @katiexpunk for helping me make edits/bouncing ideas and encouraging me to dive into writing <3

Tags: no outbreak AU, neighbor!joel, reader is sweetie pie, age gap (reader is mid-late 20's, joel is late 30's-early 40's in this), dilf!joel, gratuitous descriptions of joel being strong & sexy, f & m masturbation, eventual smut, fluff

AUSTIN, TX  OCT 2005

You’ve lived in this neighborhood for the majority of your life, with the exception of your time in college.

Now that you’ve finished your undergrad, your parents, now retired and living in Maine, have graciously offered for you to stay in your childhood home. It wouldn’t be forever, you think, just until something comes through for you to use your degree on.

The neighborhood hasn’t changed that much through the years; some of the houses got renovations or additions, although many of the homes were the same that they have always been. Many of the people living in the cul-de-sac had known you since you were just a baby, and like to remind you of that more often than you’d like. 

Occasionally a home would go up for sale, and it just so happened that the house directly across the street from yours was one of them – a classic blue Ranch style home, well maintained, albeit a bit outdated, but full of potential. The previous owners lived there for nearly four decades, and the entire neighborhood is antsy to solve the mystery of who’ll move in next.  

You had assumed that the next tenants would be another nuclear family type – the stereotypical, American family - husband, wife, two kids, the works. Much to your surprise, a single father and his daughter were the succeeding residents of the house. A ruggedly handsome single father, at that. 

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Move in day came for your new neighbors and just like everyone else who resided here, you couldn’t help but to be nosy, curiosity getting the best of you. 

You discreetly parted your living room blinds, your curiosity at its peak, as your new neighbors began unloading the hefty boxes from their U-Haul and settling into their new abode. You even went to check the mail to get a closer peek, despite having already checked it earlier in the day when it arrived.

You couldn’t help but ogle at the broad-shouldered man lifting boxes as if they weigh nothing. His dark gray t-shirt clings to his biceps for dear life and you feel your pussy involuntarily throb every time he lifts up the bottom of it, bringing it to his forehead to wipe the sweat collecting there, each time revealing his soft tummy and the dark hair that trailed down from his belly button. 

You imagine yourself holding onto those brawny arms, while he pounds- 

Oh my god, get a grip, you internally chastise yourself. It’s been too long since you’ve gotten laid, defending yourself for conjuring up dirty fantasies of a man whose name you didn’t even know. 

You decided you’d go introduce yourself once it appeared that they’d finished unloading the moving truck, not wanting to disrupt or cause an intrusion. 

Baking being one of your love languages, you decide to make your new neighbors your grandma's famous cookies – snickerdoodles and chocolate chip. The recipes don’t call for much, but your grandma swears it’s the love that goes into them that makes them as good as they are. She had taught you to bake at a young age; ensuring you knew the fundamentals, techniques, and the importance of quality ingredients.  She also taught you that the best gift you could give is a dessert, one that requires your time and attention. 

Besides wanting to be a welcoming neighbor, baking provides you with a necessary distraction to your nefarious thoughts about the new neighborhood DILF. Were these cookies for him, sure, but it proved to be quite a successful deterrent from your naughty thoughts, allowing you the space to fully engross yourself in the task of making the dough, folding in the chocolate chips, rolling the batches into little balls, and spacing them out evenly on the tray before popping them in the oven. 

After a couple of hours, the cookies now cool, and the warm autumn sun begins to set. Your home smells of warm sugar, a nostalgia that brings a smile to your face. You peek out the window and notice the moving truck is now gone, and figure now was as good a time as any to introduce yourself. 

You neatly package the goodies into their designated container, draw on your oversized flannel and shoes, and begin your brief trek across the street. As you begin walking down your porch steps you’re hit with a wave of nervousness,  your stomach does backflips and your heart beats faster. Get it together. You take several deep breaths and hold onto the cookie container a little tighter before continuing on your mission. Why are you such a nervous wreck? I mean, it’s just some guy, you (unsuccessfully) try to reason with yourself. 

Reaching the front door, you knock– tap, tap, tap. A brief moment passes, and the door opens, leaving only the space of the doorframe between you and a young girl with wide, curious eyes and beautiful curly brown hair staring back at you.

“Hi there, I’m your neighbor across the street,” you say, gesturing towards your own home, “I wanted to introduce myself – I brought you some cookies, just a little something to say welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Cookies! Ah sweet, I love cookies - what kind?” she asks, not at all trying to hide her fairly obvious interest for them and less in you.

“There’s chocolate chip and a few snickerdoodles,” you reply, giving her an amused smile. 

Her father, the devastatingly handsome one, makes his way up behind her and stands in the doorframe, halfway inside and halfway onto the porch where you stand. He was a sight to behold up close: dark hair that had a loose curls and a beard, both lightly dusted with some grays, chocolate brown eyes you could drown in, a mustache that perched atop plush lips. 

He’s muscled in the shoulders and arms, which act as a nice compliment to his soft torso. He had the kind of  physique that came from hard labor, which only fuels your attraction to him more. 

If this were a cartoon, you were sure your eyes would be bulging out of their sockets in the shape of hearts. 

“Oh, uh–hi,” you say, perhaps an octave too loud. “I was telling your daughter here that I brought over some cookies, you know, as a welcome gift,” you pause, realizing you hadn’t even introduced yourself. “I’m your neighbor, I live just across the way,” you say, nodding to your house. You turn back to face him and fidget with your hair. Through a nervy smile, you manage to give him your name. 

“I’m Joel, this here’s Sarah,” he says, voice gruff and smooth at the same time. He holds out his hand to shake yours. You hope he wouldn’t notice how sweaty your hand is; maybe it’s the nerves, or the still-sticky Texan air, despite it being October. Probably both.  

His palm is warm; worn and calloused in some places, but firm and inviting. You couldn’t help but gawk at how small he made your hand feel in his. He releases your grip; bringing you out of your brief trance, and your eyes once again meet. 

“Welcome to the neighborhood, Joel and Sarah,” you smile and hold out the container of cookies for Joel to take. Before he can even reach up to grab them, Sarah already has her hands on them and has run back into the house, murmuring something that sounds like thanks as she does. 

He had just met you, but Joel couldn’t deny how much he likes hearing you saying his name in your gentle, nectarous voice. 

Your hands now empty, you nervously interlace your fingers and twirl your thumbs, unsure of what to say next. Joel’s eyes take note of the smudge of flour on your cheek – cute. He also notices the flour in the cleft of your cleavage, but he tries not to make that fact obvious. The flour between your breasts stares back at him, but he collects his composure, averting his gaze back to you.  He should point it out to you, he thinks, but you seem shy and he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or scare you away from wanting to come over again. 

“‘Preciate the cookies, sweetheart,” he says, voice low. His eyes stay glued to your face. You avert your eyes downwards and cross your arms, buckling under the weight of his gaze. You felt your cheeks and chest grow hot at his use of sweetheart. 

“I’m just – uh,” you trip over your words, nervous, “I’m just across the street if you need me,” you offer, giggling at the suggestive way that sounds, “you know, like a cup of sugar or anything like that,” you add.

Joel nods in reply, edges of his mouth coming up in a smirk as if to acknowledge your kindness, being careful not to full on grin in amusement of his apparent effect on you. 

“Same to you,” he says before closing the door, perhaps eyeing you a moment too long as you walk away. He turns to enter the house, only to find Sarah staring at him, cookie in hand, and a knowing grin on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell her she had flour all over herself?” she asks, teasing, like she could already tell he was embarrassed to admit the truth. 

“Did she? Hmm, didn’t seem to notice,” he says, trying to hide the lie behind a weak cough, before walking away, cheeks obviously flushed. 

Back in the safety of your own home, you come to a still with your hand pressing on the door, reeling from your interaction with Joel. You were wired up, buzzing with arousal and nerves. 

And God, the way he called you sweetheart. 

You replay the moment over and over in your head, not wanting to forget his Texan twang or the way he looked at you when he said it. You could have died, right then and there. You let your mind run wild, thinking of all the things you wanted to do with him, what you wanted to do to him. 

Needing to relieve the throbbing ache in between your legs, you decide a shower is in order. When stepping into your bathroom, you catch yourself in the mirror. You were mortified at the discovery of the flour on your face and chest. You had been so engrossed with baking the cookies and too anxious about taking them over to Joel’s that you failed to give yourself a once-over in the mirror before heading out the door. The arousal you felt temporarily held precedent, you’d process your embarrassment later. 

You step into the steamy shower and touch yourself, thinking of Joel. You shove two fingers inside your pussy, imagining they were Joel’s long, thick, dexterous fingers. 

Little did you know Joel was having his own feelings about your little introduction. 

Several of his new neighbors come to introduce themselves in the coming days, under the guise of welcoming him and his daughter, but in reality, they wanted to get scoop on who they were. Where had they moved from, what prompted the move, we’re they planning on staying short-term, what did he do for a living, was there a Mrs. Joel Miller? And once they found out he was a contractor, there were a whole other set of questions of “would you mind taking a look at my ____”. 

He liked the neighborhood, and while the people were nice and seemingly mean well, Joel begins to feel irritation at the consistently prying questions, annoyed that people felt like they were entitled answers to begin with. 

But you. 

He was not expecting you. 

Beautiful, endearing, kind eyes, a smile he thought could end wars. You had been sweet and respectful, and didn't appear to have ulterior motives. It made his heart palpitate and sent blood rushing somewhere he knew it shouldn’t. You were young, too young and sweet, too sweet for a man like him. 

Then he saw how you stared at his hands, grew warm and shy when his gaze had lingered too long on you. 

That night, with Sarah tucked into bed, he grabs one of the snickerdoodle cookies, Sarah insisting that he save all of the chocolate chip ones for her, but he doesn’t mind; snickerdoodles are his favorite. 

He bites into the soft cookie, his eyes fluttering shut as he does, an involuntary reaction to the sweet, perfectly soft texture. He lets out a moan, the kind that is elicited when tasting something delicious. 

And the fact that you made them? The thought sends blood straight to his dick. 

Joel, in inner turmoil, was trying to resist the temptation to touch himself to the thought of you. God, if your cookies were this good, so sweet and fluffy, how good would you taste. 

The thought consumes him, the temptation too strong. 

He polishes off more than three of the cookies, before heading to shower. That night he takes his cock in his fist to the thought of you, and your stupidly delicious fucking cookies. 

Joel was a gentleman, sure, but he was also a man. 

And the best way to get to a man’s heart? 

Through his stomach. 

THE END

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (17)

*How ✨Snowjanus✨ became publicly official*

Sejanus: Hi, Coryo!😘

Coryo: Hey, Babe. Wassup?

Sejanus: *giggles* Coryo, my man, my Snow Angel, we have been dating since we were like 8, right?

Coryo: Yeah? But I’m busy at the moment-

Sejanus: Come home with me!

Coryo: What?

Sejanus: *sweats nervously* I mean, come have dinner with me at my place.🥺

Coryo: Dinner with who? With you?

Sejanus: My Ma is cooking fried chicken for dinner!

Coryo: Free dinner?! Fried chicken by Ma Plinth?! Sign me up, Babe!🤤

Sejanus: So is that a yes?

Coryo: Of course! Let’s go! Hurry up, Plinth!

Sejanus: Step one complete!😍

Coryo: What was that? I didn’t catch that last part, Babe.

Sejanus: Nothing~.😏

*Inside the Plinth Mansion*

Sejanus: Ma, I brought a special someone over!

Ma Plinth: Who?😉

Sejanus: I brought him, Ma! I brought Coryo home!

Ma Plinth: Oh, hello, Coryo!☺️

Coryo: Hi, Mrs. Plinth! Nice to meet-

Ma Plinth: Oh, finally! You have no idea how much I want to meet my beloved son’s long time beloved boyfriend!

Coryo: You mean best frie-

Ma Plinth: He’s always telling me about you, Sweetie!

Coryo: Telling you what exactly?

Ma Plinth: How gorgeous you look. How smart you are! How you two will one day rule Panem together as the greatest power couple ever!🥰

Coryo: What?!

Sejanus: Yes, Ma! This is my lovely boyfriend and fiancé, Coriolanus Snow!

Coryo: Fiancé?!

Ma Plinth: Wonderful! Wonderful! Finally, my boy ain’t single no more!

Sejanus: I haven’t been single since I was 8, Ma. Coryo and I were already dating since we were kids.

Ma Plinth: But you two weren’t officially dating in the eyes of the law.

Coryo: Mrs. Plinth! Ma, you must be mistaken-

Ma Plinth: Oh, dear Panem! My son’s fiancé even calls me ✨MA✨! I’m so happy right now! I can’t wait for the wedding!

Coryo: Wedding? What wedding?!

Ma Plinth: Wait right here, Sweet Pie! I’ll just go get the camera!

Coryo: What?!

Ma Plinth: I need to capture the moment!🤩

Coryo: Wait!😭

*Suddenly, Strabo Plinth walks in*

Strabo: *examines a stressed out Coryo* Sejanus, is this the pale skinny boy the one you’re seeing?

Sejanus: Yeah! He’s mine.

Strabo: Great job, son! You finally did something right!🥳

Sejanus: So you support us? You support the SnowPlinth Fan Club?

Strabo: Support it? I love it!!

Coryo: You love it?! Why?!

Strabo: Well, it reminds me of the time I dated your drop dead gorgeous dad!🥰

Coryo: What the heck, Mr. Plinth! You also dated Crassus Snow?!😱

Strabo: Of course, I did! He was gorgeous AF!

Coryo: I don’t want to know!😭

Strabo: After that infamous #Crasca4Ever University Breakup, your father decided to date someone different.

Coryo: What do you mean by different?!

Strabo: He started dating someone like me!

Coryo: He dated District?!

Strabo: Oh, yes, he did! And those were the best of times!

Sejanus: So you approve of me marrying Coryo?!😆

Strabo: My son! My dear boy, you have captured a Snow!

Sejanus: I didn’t capture him. We fell in love-

Strabo: Just like your old man!

Coryo: I’m feeling lightheaded right now-

Strabo: Your boyfriend’s surname shall be our golden ticket to politics! The ✨Plinth-Snow Dynasty✨ shall rise!

Coryo: The what dynasty?!

Strabo: *evil laughs* We shall rule and take over all of Panem!😈

Sejanus: Does that mean I’ll be the next President after Felix?🥹

Coryo: I really need to sit down-

Sejanus: Coryo, my love, my Snow Angel, are you listening?!😍

Coryo: *is now on the floor, having a mental crisis* I- I just wanted to eat fried chicken.🥲

Ma Plinth: I got the camera! Let’s have a family picture!🤭

Strabo: Sejanus! My son, what kind of fiancé leaves his bride on the floor?!

Sejanus: A bad one, sir!

Strabo: So pick your pretty boyfriend up this instant!😤

Sejanus: *Princess carries Coryo* Coryo, my love, smile for the camera!

Coryo: Fine! I’ll marry you and your family! Just pay my rent and groceries!

Sejanus: Anything for you, my love!

Strabo: By the way, Snow.

Coryo: *squeaks* Yes, sir?

Strabo: I’ll expect you to “carry” my grandkids.☺️

Coryo: *faints from shock*

Sejanus: That means yes! Let’s celebrate!🥳

Strabo: Well, I better inform Capitol News about the ✨Plinth-Snow Union✨! Wish me luck!☺️

Ma Plinth: Alright, my love. We’ll watch your big announcement by tomorrow!

Sejanus: Well, I better take my beloved Coryo to my bedroom~.😏

*THE NEXT DAY*

Tigris: *turns on the TV and watches the latest Capitol drama* OMG!😱 Oh, Panem! Horn of Plenty! Grandma’am! Grandma’am! Granny, Coryo’s getting married to Sejanus Plinth after graduation!

Grandma’am: Sejanus?! Strabo’s boy?! Coryo captured a Plinth?!

Tigris: YES! Yes, he did! We don’t have to starve and pay our taxes anymore!!🥳 We’re marrying into Plinth Money!

Grandma’am: I knew our boy will get us out of poverty! I knew it!

Tigris: *dancing like crazy* Snow lands on top! Snow lands on top!

[wondernimbus]

meet the weasleys — george weasley

pairing: george weasley x female!reader

summary: george takes reader to meet his family.

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

"I’m nervous."

"Well, don't be."

"Thank you, George. That somehow just alleviated all of my worries."

George snickers and squeezes her hand in reassurance. “Just relax. My family doesn't bite—or, well, Ron used to, but that was back when he was, what, five? And besides, you already know him, and he's never bit you before, has he?"

"Not helping."

"And you've met most of my family already."

“I haven't met your mum. Or your dad. Or Bill and Charlie,” she argues, eyes worriedly darting from George’s own to the wooden door in front of them.

George laughs again. His eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s frantically tapping her foot against the ground, how she keeps worrying at her bottom lip. The sight has him grinning widely; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t horribly endeared.

“Listen,” he says, removing his fingers from her own in favor of turning her around to face him. George’s hands go to her neck, cradling the sides of her cheeks. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t—well, I can always find a different family.”

”George,” she sighs.

”Only joking,” he grins, and leans in to press a very brief kiss to the tip of her nose. “But I mean it. They’ll adore you. Possibly even more than I do, although that’s up for debate.”

She lets out a long breath, pursing her lips together in a feeble attempt at a smile, but George commends her for trying. He drops his hands back to his sides and laces his fingers through her own again, turning to face the door like they’re about to venture into some sort of grand adventure and not into his family’s living room—and George is about to twist open the knob, until [Y/N] goes, “Wait.”

He glances at her. Her eyes are wide and the look on her face still so uncertain. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, she asks him, “How do I look?”

The grin on George’s face is so impossibly wide. “Like a billion galleons,” he tells her. Just because he can’t resist the urge, he swoops down to press one more chaste kiss to her lips. And then finally, he twists the knob.

The moment George steps foot through the door, he’s immediately enveloped by the wafting scent of something being cooked on the stove. It smells familiar, like he should know what it is, but George has never been much of a chef. But he recognizes the sounds—the voices—coming from the kitchen despite all of them mingling together to form one raucous chorus of chatter. He knows exactly which voice belongs to who—knows that the loud shriek is his mum reprimanding one of them, knows that the sound of someone whining is very likely Ron. That laugh is Bill’s, too, mingled with Fred’s voice. George just knows, automatically, without even having to think about it. George knows, too, without looking down on the “welcome” mat in front of the door, that there are going to be muddy boots on top it—and there they are. He steps around them. George knows that there is going to be a quilt magically knitting itself together on the couch without even having to look at it—and there it is.

And just like that, he knows he’s home.

Something about having [Y/N] in the vicinity of a place so important to him—a place that’s part of him—has his heart feeling full. He pauses for a moment in the doorway, taking it all in, but he’s snapped out of his brief spell of inexplicable happiness when his father comes lumbering out of the door leading to the kitchen.

“George!” his dad exclaims loudly, and just like that all chatter from the room behind him ceases (“They’re here?!” he hears his mother panic). “We didn’t hear you come in!”

”Likely because mum was too busy screaming,” George grins, and walks forward to envelop his father in a hug.

”Ah, yes—Fred arrived half an hour ago and terrified Ron out of his wits with some sort of fake—no, actually, nevermind that! This must be [Y/N].”

Arthur’s eyes have landed on her, and George actually has to give her a little nudge for her to say something. Her eyes widen like she’s surprised at being addressed (as though the entire point of this gathering hadn’t been to get to introduce her), but then her lips break out into a smile and she steps forward to shake his father’s outstretched hand.

”It’s really nice to meet you,” she says, eyes crinkling at the edges. George stands to the side watching the scene unfold, feeling oddly proud.

”Yes, of course!” Arthur nods with remarkable enthusiasm, smiling just as wide. “I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you! You’re Muggle-born, correct?”

She lets out a tinkling laugh. “Yes, that’s right.”

”Brilliant!” he claps his hands together—but George knows exactly where this is going, so he cuts his father off and says, “I think we can address the function of a rubber duck later over dinner, dad.”

Arthur pauses, seemingly dejected, but then gathers himself and nods. “Oh, right, well, I suppose—“

”[Y/N]!”

And there’s George’s mum, Molly, coming from the kitchen, hurriedly pulling off her oven mitts to rush straight towards [Y/N] and envelop her in a big, warm hug. “Oh!” [Y/N] exclaims, obviously taken a bit by surprise given that the two of them have never met before, but eventually she breaks out into light laughs and hugs her back. [Y/N] meets George’s gaze over Molly’s shoulder; he gives her this encouraging sort of smile, and then jokingly complains, ”Blimey. S’pose I’m not missed here anymore.”

”Oh, quiet, you!” Molly frets, waving a dismissive hand in the air (George laughs) and then pulling away from [Y/N] to grip her by the arms and gush, “You’re far prettier than I could have ever imagined!”

[Y/N] flushes a shade of vibrant pink. “Oh, no—but thank you—“

”Have you gotten your vision checked lately, [Y/N]?” It’s Fred, leaning on the kitchen doorframe with a toy snake dangling from his hand. “Or do you really want to be with Georgey despite his baffling similarities to a mountain troll?"

”We’re twins, you prat.” George smacks the back of Fred’s head.

“Ah, right.” Fred is grinning despite having received a blow to the head. “It’s lovely seeing you, future-sister-in-law.”

Fred and [Y/N] have known each other just as long as she and George have, having gone to Hogwarts at the same time all those years ago. All three of them had bonded over their mutual love for pranks, although [Y/N] had always been their babysitter of sorts—the one who made sure none of their jokes went too far out of line. George loved her for it; loved how considerate and gentle she was despite her undeniable mischief. But he’d only really gotten himself to tell her after the war; one brief visit of hers to the joke shop turned into two, and then three, and then suddenly [Y/N] was always hanging around somewhere in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, helping the business run along. It was Fred who convinced George, only six months ago, to confess his admiration for her after five years of holding himself back.

After the war, George had all the time in the world to take as many risks as he could. So he told her—and now here they are: [Y/N] ruffling Fred’s hair fondly, George trying to fend off his mother’s hands trying to fix his hair (“don’t you think you need a haircut, sweetie?”), and Ron making his grand entrance from behind Fred.

”Ron!” [Y/N] exclaims, catching sight of him, and then jokingly she adds, “I haven’t seen you in ages—last time I saw you you were the size of a Pygmy Puff.”

Ron scoffs out a laugh. “You’re only two years older than me, you know,” he huffs, but lets her hug him, anyway.

Brief introductions are made as Bill and Charlie enter the room. George watches as [Y/N] shakes their hands—Charlie hugs her, as he’s always been big on affection—and just like that George knows that she’s won all of them over, the way she’d done to him. The way she still does to him, after all this time.

Five minutes later they're being ushered into the garden behind the Burrow, where a long wooden table has been set up. There are golden streamers draped all around the bushes and hanging from the branches of trees, but that's hardly what captures George and [Y/N]'s attention first because at the very end of the long table, a large banner is floating in mid-air: one that says "WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" in glittering silver letters.

George doesn't miss the look on [Y/N]'s face when she sees this; her eyes almost seem to well up with tears, and despite the picture-perfect setting in front of him—despite the golden streamers and the balloons and the faerie lights hanging in mid-air—it's that look on [Y/N]'s face that has his breath catching in his throat and his heart doing odd little double-takes inside his chest.

He loves her, he realizes. It’s nothing new—shouldn't be anything new to him, as he's known it for quite a while now—but still there are moments like this one where he pauses and has to take a while to let it sink in; the fact that the woman next to him, whose smile reminds him of every single happy moment he has ever lived through, loves him just as much as he loves her.

Knowing that is absolutely surreal.

"We didn't expect you to arrive so early!" Molly says, obviously harried as she passes by them bearing a cauldron of steaming soup. “The cookies are still baking—and [Y/N], honey, I sent Ginny upstairs to go fetch your sweater, she should be down any time soon—Ron, Fred, will you stop that!”

The two, who had been wrestling with the toy snake Fred held in his hands earlier, immediately drop their hands to their sides. “T’was Fred who started it,” grumbles Ron.

”And I plan on ending it!” Fred emits some sort of war-cry, but stops when he spots the look on his mother’s face. “Kidding, mum.”

—

It takes a good half-hour or so before the last of the dishes are finally set on the table and everyone is seated. There’s food of all sorts in front of them—treacle tarts, cakes, pudding, pie—and [Y/N], who initially thought she’d feel too nervous to eat anything, eats with ease. Like everyone else around the table, she’s wearing a fuzzy red sweater with her initial sewn in front; a gift to her from Molly. The moment she’d laid eyes on it she knew it was her favorite thing in the entire world.

She tells this to George, who raises his eyebrows and replies snarkily, “I’m gonna have to ask for you to return the necklace I gave you, then.”

”Oh, sod off,” she laughs, rolling her eyes, but she lets him spoon pie into her mouth.

“Gah, get a room!” complains Fred.

”It’s not like they’re snogging,” says Charlie.

”Would you like us to?” grins George, earning him a slap to the shoulder from [Y/N].

”There are children here, George,” she scolds.

”You’re only two years older!” protests Ron.

No one really notices, but the sun has long since sunken below the horizon. Everyone around the table is immersed in chatter; Ron, for example, has been roped into a passionate debate with Fred and George about the true purpose of Pygmy Puffs. (“They only exist to ask for food and jump around and make annoying little noises!” says Ron, to which George responds with, “That sounds like you, Ron.”) [Y/N], meanwhile, is offering an explanation to Arthur about the rubber duck.

“They don’t do much of anything, really. They float and squirt and sometimes they make noises.”

But Arthur looks disappointed, as though he’d been expecting something much more grand. So [Y/N], not wanting to bring down his mood, decides to add, ”I believe they’re also used to keep—um—Grindylows away from your bathwater.”

Mr. Weasley positively beams with joy. “Is that right? I told you, Molly, rubber ducks are magnificent little things!”

Molly gives her husband an exasperated look, but it disappears the moment she turns to [Y/N]. “We’re so glad to have you here, sweetie,” she tells her, reaching over the table to grasp her hand and offering her the most motherly smile [Y/N] has ever seen. “We’ve heard so many good things about you. George speaks so very highly of you—and he was right, you really are perfect for him!"

[Y/N] flushes, smiling. “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

”Oh, no, no, call me Molly,” she laughs, waving a hand in the air. “You’re part of the family now, dear. No need for formalities.”

And [Y/N] does feel like it—like she’s part of this table. This family. Not just the girlfriend of one of their sons but someone who actually belongs.

It’s odd, in a magical sort of way, how all of their random conversations blend together to form one harmonious burst of chatter, how everything and everyone in that table just works. Like puzzle pieces from different sets, she thinks to herself. And they shouldn't fit, but they do.

So this is home for George. This is the place he grew up in. This is where his heart lives.

She can't help the way her eyes stray to him every now and then, noting the sheer joy reflected in his eyes, the way the smile on his lips never really goes away. How, even when Ron flicks a strawberry at his face—even when George threatens to send a whole army of pygmy puffs after him—there's still that joyful glint in his eyes.

With the end of winter right around the corner, surrounded by the family that has welcomed her with open arms, holding the hand of her very favorite person underneath table, fireflies flitting around above them as laughter echoes around the table: [Y/N] feels safe. Happy.

So this is home.

—

The next morning, [Y/N] and George find themselves walking along the edge of the woods where meadow rues grow, a little ways away from the Burrow. They walk unhurried, the soles of their feet swishing against the blades of grass with each step, hands hanging loosely intertwined between them.

They’d woken up before anyone else, when the sun had just barely begun to rise. George had told her to "Get up, I want to take you somewhere" and admittedly she'd whined a little, claiming to need five more minutes of sleep, but George, laughing, threw her over his shoulder and threatened to carry her all the way there if she didn't oblige.

But now, she's glad she came with.

At one point she stops walking, lifts her face to the sky and closes her eyes against the warmth of the sun, taking a deep breath and soaking in everything that the morning wants to bring her. George watches her without question, a fond little smile already tugging on the edges of his lips without him even realizing. [Y/N] is beautiful in the sunlight—or any light at all, actually. George isn't entirely convinced someone like her—someone so breathtakingly beautiful and gentle and patient—would want someone like him. But when he tugs on her hand, turning her around to face him, and when he cups her jaw and guides her closer to press their mouths together, she lets him. She doesn't even think about it. Just melts into him like it's the only thing she knows how to do.

And then she pulls back slightly but stays close, runs a palm down the length of George’s arm and links their fingers together.

"It’s not much," he tells her, voice uncharacteristically quiet. A little unsure. "But it's home." Because, now that the excitement from yesterday has faded, George knows what his house could look like to someone who hasn't lived there all their life—knows that it looks messy, like pieces of it were thrown together haphazardly. It’s not a manor. Nothing like the kind of houses you see featured on Witch Weekly. He knows that [Y/N] isn't the type to care, but still—

"I love it," she pulls away, throwing her head back in an actual laugh—the kind that reminds George of everything good in the world. "I love this place, George. And your brothers and Ginny and your parents. Yesterday was.." she pauses, calming down a little, taking in a deep breath as she squeezes his hand in her own. "It was magical."

Quietly, with her eyes skittering away to look back at the Burrow behind them, she tells him, "I'm really happy, George."

George knows he'll remember this moment forever. The day is just beginning, and he is standing on the edge of a forest-line with a girl who looks at him like in spite of however many weird things he does, whatever dumb things he says, however embarrassing and difficult and painful some days might be, George is still worthy of being hers.

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Blimey - JJ Maybank x reader

a\n: i was feeling kinda un-inspired from writing requests so i wrote whatever came to mind and i’m actually happy with the result. @mclementine6​ said JJ so there ya go. 

trigger warning: underage drinking, cussing a little bit

plot: JJ is in love with the daugher of the owner of the hotel he works at.

word count: 2613

JJ Maybank was every girl's dream. He was the blond surfer with the blue eyes, amazing body and this reckless charm to him. He was a bad boy that you can bring home. The problem was, he has one girl in mind, and she was, somehow, the only one who was able to resist his smile. Well, her and Kie.

This girl was (y\n). her father was the owner of the hotel he worked at, so he got to see her often. He has been trying for years to get her heart, and she kept turning him down.

"why isn't she into me? I mean, not to brag, but look at this" he said, motioning all over his body. He was sitting with his friends at John B's, enjoying the empty place since John's uncle was away, as usual. "maybe it's the cockiness" Kie said, and JJ scrunched his face at her, repeating the sentence in the worst female impression to ever be made. John laughed lightly, "maybe she's just not into this" he said, motioning around the dirty floor, cheap beers and empty chips bags.

"(y\n) is not like that" JJ insisted, "if she was, she wouldn't be as nice to me, but she is always greeting me, with a smile, even when she's with her stupid boyfriend" he explained. "she's just nice, especially for a Kook. Even I like her" Kie says. "did it cross you're mind she's not into you… because she's into her boyfriend?" Pope said, sipping his beer. "come on, I don't know if I would even consider that nerd a boyfriend, what is he going to do, recite the whole pie numbers until the boredom kills me?" JJ sighs, finishing his beer and grabbing a new one. "no" John B stops him, "we cannot afford the amount of Beer you consume". JJ laughs, "good point buddy" he says, "have a shift in a few hours anyway. There's a Kook ball tonight at the hotel, a charity event for-" "Ocean Friends" Kie says, "I'm so exited those rich monsters are finally helping with their money". "you're one of them" John teases, but she ignores him. "well, I should get going, I need to change for the event" she says, getting up and handing JJ the half empty beer bottle. He's exited and reaches out to grab it, but she flips the bottle and spills the beer on poor JJ's hair. "oh, oops" she says, not even attempting to sound like it was really an accident. "Kie! What was that for?" JJ says, his hair dripping beer all over the floor. "you stink, you need to shower, this is a big evening, buddy" Kie says, staring to leave. "I wasn't stinky before you-" "you were" Pope cuts him off. "yeah bro, surfing might involve getting wet, but it's not a shower" John B agrees. "you guys are-" JJ started, but gave up and made his way to the bathroom at John B's.

"oh, sweetie, you look so beautiful" (y\n)'s mom said, leaning at the door frame, admiring her daughter. "thanks" (y\n) replied, checking out the different angles in the mirror. "Shaun is gonna think the same" (y\m\n) added, walking inside her daughter's room. "Shaun dumped me" (y\n) admitted, "decided I wasn't smart enough for him". "well, that was not smart of him, love" (y\m\n) said, smiling at her pun and redoing the braid that fell down (y\n)'s back. Her daughter was not as satisfied. "too soon?" her mom asked, placing the braid and her hands on (y\n)'s shoulders. "no, no. I just… I guess I just don't care as much as I thought I would" (y\n) said, resting he right hand on her mom's left hand before turning around. "maybe you didn't love him" Mrs., (y\l\n) says, looking at her daughter's face. "maybe" (y\n) sighed and started leaving her room, still holding her mom's hand. (y\m\n) pulled on her daughter's hand, causing the teen to stand in front of her again. "maybe it's because you love someone else, let's say, a certain handsome young waiter?" her mom asks. "do you mean that Maybank kid?" (y\n) laughs, "no, hell will freeze before I'll see him in a different light. Not just metaphorically, but also, any other light that is not of the dining or ball room, because I won't see him outside of work" she's quick to deny liking the Pogue as more then a co-worker. Was he a friend to her, or was she secretly hoping for something else?

"okay" he mother said, putting her hands up to show she surrenders. "okay" (y\n) says. She gets to the stairs, her father already waiting. Her mom joins, and they all enter together, her parents holding hands and she's all alone.

"hey there, (y\n\n)" a familiar voice says, "do you want a fine, red wine or do you want me to sneak you some Coke from the back?" the blond boy winks. "hey JJ, water is just fine for now" she replies. He smelled nicer than the usual sea, sweat and cologne mix that was unique to him. "you are so boring" JJ sighs, but goes toward the bar to get her water. She looks at him as walks away. "maybe it's because you love someone else, let's say, a certain handsome young waiter?" her mother's voice whisper in her head, but she ignores it.

Sure, JJ was handsome, hardworking, caring and extremely persistence. He's been attempting to get her to go on one single date with him for almost a year, ever since he got the job at the hotel. She worked with him – it was her father's idea, that she'd work at the hotel. That way she can keep a close eye on the employees and learn work ethics and to appreciate money even though it came easily to her family.

"your water, M'lady" the blond boy smiled, handing out a glass. "well, thank you, sir Maybank" she replied with her charming smile. "so, I saw your boyfriend, but he didn't walk with you. Isn't that some weird Kook tradition, to walk in with your significant other-?" "he broke up with me" she cuts him off. "oh, why's that?" JJ asked. in his eyes (y\n) was perfect – why would a guy who can't get better and not only because there's no such thing, but because (y\n) is already out of his league- why would he break up with her?

"I'm not smart enough, apparently" she laughed, "but it's whatever, I don't care". "not smart enough? But you use all of these fancy words like… like that one time you rejected me and said that I'm a hedonist. I had to google that later" JJ said. "between the two of us JJ, I google search fancy words and use them to sound smart" she admits. "well, that is very smart of you" JJ smiled at her. "whatever" she rolled her eyes. "no, really. I think you are a smart, beautiful young lady. His loss" JJ says, taking a step closer to her. "god, JJ you are such a sycophant" she sigh. "you're doing that again!" JJ laughed. "excuse me" an older man says, "can I get a vesper Martini?". JJ nods, "sure thing. shaken, not stirred". The old man seemed confused but waited for JJ to come back with his drink. Meanwhile, he talked to (y\n), who pretended to care about his new boat and how his middle son got a house in the Bahamas. "enjoy your drink agent 007" JJ said, handing the old man his drink as promised.

The old man left, and JJ tried to revive the conversation. "so, where were you?" JJ asked. "I called you a sycophant" (y\n) replied. "right" JJ smiled. "look, JJ, you should work, and I have to talk to people" she said, and JJ had no choice but to agree. He did have to work.

"hi Kiara, Mrs. and Ms. Carrera" (y\n) smiled at her friend. "(y\n)" Kie smiled politely, hugging the other teen. "oh, you look so lovely, (y\n)" Anna said, "this dress looks great on you". "thank you, Ms. Carrera, you look absolutely ravishing yourself" (y\n) smiled. Both Kie and (y\n) are trying not to laugh at the ridiculous politeness, but the adults are in awe. The music changes, and (y\n) holds her dress up for a bow-like gesture, "Kiara, would you like to join me for a dance "oh (y\n), I would love to accompany you" Kie bows back, and the moment they are far from the Carreras, Kiara released the laugh she was holding.

"what was that, (y\n)? you sounded ridiculous. Good thing you didn't threw in a British accent" Kie said. "hey, it was hard not to do the British accent. my parents asked to be extremely nice and polite. Adults love when a 16-year-old uses fancy words" (y\n) explained. It was a very important fundraiser. Her parents were barley convinced to host it, but it was important for her and her best friend, so she worked hard to make it happen.

Kie and (y\n) were dancing, and JJ looked at them, charmed. The way (y\n) laughed as she moved right on the beat, loosening up a bit. She was usually very uptight, but every time her act slipped, he fell harder and harder. Every time she accidently cursed or was less then the perfect daughter in any way, she was something better: herself. Her fun, smart, sarcastic, self. Her happy self. He knew that dating Shaun was a reputation thing, and deep down he knew she can't choose him because of reputation. Her parents loved him, that's for sure, but will they be supportive if anything other than the weird friendly rivalry bloomed between them?

(y\n) left the dance floor to have some political interactions. She was born as a Kook and she was doing a great job acting like one with her "small person who uses big words" persona. She enjoyed it, it was like doing theatre only it was a nearly 24\7 show she couldn't really quit.

After a round of the different variations of "oh, your son's fiancé is so beautiful", "what a lovely little creature" and pretending to care about the new yacht model someone got, the music changed into a slower one. Most of the adults she had to talk to were there with a date, so she was left alone and finally, she could go look for Kie.

When she finally spotted her friend, she was on the dance floor with another friend you recognized as Pope. oh well she thought to herself, at least I get a break.

Someone tapped on her shoulder. He was holding up a black tray, with a few glasses on. "a drink, M'lady?" JJ asked, and she sighed. "yeah, sure" she said, and he handed her a tall glass filled with a pink-tinted beverage. "on the house" he smiled, and walked off. She thought he was leaving, but he returned after putting the tray down on the table near him. "look, (y\n), I know you constantly reject me, but I know you love this song and it's a shame if you won't dance to it" the blondie said. She took another sip of her drink, that was surprisingly sweet. "is that why you gave me a drink, to get me to dance with you?" she asked him. "maybe. Did it work?" JJ said, and she smiled at him. "you know what? it might have" she said. He offered her his hand, and she rested the drink on the table near her to take the offer.

They made their way to an available space on the dance floor, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. He seemed a bit confused for a second, not sure what to do with his hands, but he looked around to find his next move. "you're supposed to-" (y\n) started, but JJ cut her off with a "no, I know" and placed his hands on her waist. The space was awkward, and so she took a step closer and closed her hands behind his neck. He locked his hands behind her waist, blushing. She laughed. "you look like a tomato" she teased. He looked at her, slightly offended, "shut up, you look like a…strawberry yourself" he said, getting all defensive. She bit her lips to hold in the laugh, "really?" she asked, looking up at him. they locked eyes, and both turned even rosier. "yeah, but you're still looking absolutely ravishing" he said, adding a British accent to the last words. (y\n) laughed, "did Kie told you about that?". "oh, she did, she told me and Pope, and I texted it to John B" he said, "but I think it's cute. You're a small person using big words" he added once he noticed the slightest hurt in her eyes, and she couldn’t help but return the shy smile.

They danced, and the silence wasn't awkward at all. They couldn't take their eyes off each other's. The eye contact made both feel the butterfliers they heard about so much. "hey, JJ, can I ask you something?" she suddenly said. "sure" he said, nodding. "why do you keep chasing me even though I have turned you down so many times?" she says, her voice so quiet it's almost a whisper. "well" he answers, "there's something special about you. You're… interesting, there's more to you than what you let most people see, and every time you crack the good-girl act next to me, I'm like 'shit, I really want to know this person better', ya' know?" he said. She nods slowly. "that, and the fact you don't want me back is so hot" JJ added, ruining the moment. "you were so sweet for a second there, JJ. Almost gave up" (y\n) said, looking right in his eyes with a sweet yet somewhat devilish grin. "oh, shit" JJ laughed, "can I try to change your mind?"  he raised his eyebrow and getting a bit closer to her. "JJ, this is not the place or t-" she says, looking around. One hand left her waist and brushed her jawline, forcing her to look at him. The boy has made the decision. He leaned closer to her, and the questions filled her head. She knew she wanted to kiss him just as bad as he wanted to kiss her, but what does that mean? What happens next?

The moment they locked lips, everything disappeared, the only thought she had in her mind was him. his hands cupped her cheeks when she returned the kiss. It was short, but sweet, and full of emotions. It felt different than the way kissing Shaun made her feel. She was exited, and happy, and sad about the fact it couldn't last forever.

"wow" she let out with a light laugh when JJ pulled away. "don't you mean… I don't know, what's a fancy way to say 'wow'?" he mumbled under his breath, tempted to reconnect their lips. "blimey" he remembered a word that can fit, "don't you mean blime-" he said, her laughter cutting him off. "shut up JJ, you are ruining the moment!" she said, punching his chest lightly. "well, I do have a bachelor's degree in ruining the moment, so" he says, leaning down for another kiss, surprised when he wasn't pushed away.

"wait, does it mean you'll go on a date with me?" he says once the kiss ends for the sake of breathing. "I guess so" (y\n) smiled at him, and his smile was bigger and brighter then usual. She never noticed how his smile lights up his face, and the whole room. "cool".

tag list: @mary-grace-milne @loveylangdon​

[klaumiel]

You are all I’ve got, Austin.// Chapter 2: Mama Knows Best

I was sitting in my favourite armchair in my parent’s house, sipping tea and chilling like every other Saturday morning. She makes the best tea in the world, like a magic elixir for all my fears and problems. Checking my phone every few minutes, I looked at my mum sitting on the sofa focused on filing her long red nails. She is beautiful as always, so classy and sophisticated, with her beautiful long black and curly hair, big brown eyes. She looked like a proper lady in her brown pencil skirt and white shirt neatly pushed inside, long legs like a model, nobody can tell that she just turned fifty-two. She was glowing. And yet, there was this familiar sadness in her eyes, I’ve seen it so many times, this look when she stares in the distance lost in her thoughts, hurts me every time seeing her like this because I know exactly what it means.

Dad promised her that this will be his last deployment and he will retire so they can finally live their lives the way they wanted, but he said that last time as well and one before that. She knew that he always wanted to reach the Captain rank, and she let him follow his dreams. Even if that meant leaving us for months every year, missing Christmas, birthdays and challenging times. He got promoted four years ago and finally, after over thirty years in the army, he had his dream job. My mother never complained, she loves him too much, after all, he was her first love her ‘hero’ as he always calls him.

She was devoted to her work as a music teacher, that always helped her in worse times, we grew up with her beautiful songs and a voice of an angel, her powerful cante flamenco only proved how magical and emotional music can be.

It was tough for her to leave Sevilla, her family and friends, but she did it for love, for my Dad. My grandmother was against it, but she did it anyway. A nineteen years old music student with no language or money, completely alone only a handsome soldier that she fell in love with a few months before. She knew that she will have a beautiful life; she took a risk, and it paid off. Well, that’s what she uses to tell us, was it really what she always dreamt off? Being part-single single mother with two kids, praying every day for her husband to come back in one piece and not in the wooden box? I think she tried so hard to convince herself that in the end, she believed it.

She is the most caring and loving person I know, always two steps ahead of us catching us before we fall, still supporting even if what we are doing it’s just stupid and illogical.

We didn’t give her a hard time as kids, as twins, we naturally looked after one another without even thinking about it, if one was in trouble or going through a hard time the other one always knew. It always freaked me out how this is possible that being somewhere else I can still feel Shaun’s emotions and vice versa. We are the same in every aspect, like the same things, react the same way to everything.

‘Maya!’ She snapped me from my thoughts ‘I asked you if you want more tea and some cake? Lemon cheesecake your favourite.’ Did she just said lemon cheesecake !?

‘Oh my god, Mum! You don’t have to ask twice. You know that I would die for it’ She laughed and walked to the kitchen.

I looked at my phone again. Just a few silly messages from Gemma describing Greg’s best bed tricks. I swear she will eat this poor guy alive! After a few conversations with Greg, I convinced him to give her a chance, he finally understood that we can’t be together as the feeling wasn’t mutual.

They went on a date a few days after, and now they are inseparable, I felt a little guilty that I left this for so long I could’ve pushed them earlier to try.

I called Gemma while my mum was in the kitchen.

‘Hey, girl! What’s up?!’ She answered I could hear Greg in the background; I guess I just disturbed something. Did he just moan?!

‘Nothing much, I’m just chilling here with my mum and wanted to check how are you doing, but from your texts, and what I can hear I guessed you are nice and comfy whenever you are’ I laughed

‘Well, I’m with Greg … I had to pull him away from work, he spends way  too much time working on things that don’t matter, he needs to relax, reports and taxes can wait until Monday I am more important right now’ she giggled

‘You know he is a workaholic, but I can see you are doing a great job in changing that, I’m glad to hear it. ‘

‘And how is your prison bae? Did you decide if you are going to visit him? I thought that was your plan for today, to surprise him. Did you chicken out?’ I checked if my mum wasn’t coming back from the kitchen, and I lowered my voice.

‘I didn’t chicken out, I called yesterday, but I was late for booking. Plus I am not sure if surprising him is a good idea, maybe I should discuss this with him first ‘ I saw my mum coming back from the kitchen.

‘Is your call girl, you know him better, but you have to make up your mind. Six weeks of only texting and sending hot pics is a long time. You are long overdue for the next level. Just don’t get too invested if you are not sure if you want to make a move, plus is not like you two have much of a future… I think you should look elsewhere is pointless to waste your time on him at this point, he has no future ’ Not much of a future ?! Waste my time?! What the hell was that about?! I was just about to call her out, but I saw my mum in the living room pouring tea and putting three plates on the table.

‘OK, Gemma, I have to go. Have fun, just make sure you can walk on Monday. Sara is only waiting for a chance to shame you in front of everyone…Bye’ I hang up before she could answer. I couldn’t believe that she said that. What got into her? She was very salty about the whole Austin situation from the start, and recently she avoided me. Just talking about herself and Greg. Even in the office, we didn’t chat as much as we use to. I was puzzled and hurt at the same time, that was so mean and entirely not like her.

I tossed my phone on the table with anger, and I was just about to dig into my cheesecake when I heard a doorbell.

‘I will get it Mum!’ I run to the door, I knew it was Shaun I could feel it, smiling from ear to ear, his black curls wet from the rain falling in his green eyes.

I am always so happy to see him, my little brother. Well, three minutes difference, but still, he is younger than me, and he hates it.

‘Hello, sis! I think I need a towel is absolutely lashing out there’ He said, shaking his wet hair while coming inside.

‘Here it is sweetheart, just in time, cake is on the table.’ My mum always two steps ahead, always prepared. She hugged him and dried his head with towel messing his hair up.

As soon as we sat down, I heard my phone ping. A familiar tune that made me smile each time I heard it. It was him! Of course, it was, I didn’t talk to anyone else there. I grabbed it as fast as I could, Shaun and Mum were busy chatting about some series on Netflix that I didn’t see, so I took the opportunity to focus on the conversation with Austin. He had a shitty day, so I decided to cheer him up a little. I’ve sent him a picture of me holding a tray with the pie that I’ve made the day before from the recipe he gave me. I was covered in flour from head to toe my hair was all messy. He joked about the mess I made in the kitchen. We talked about our favourite desserts, we had the same taste, so it wasn’t surprising to me when he said that lemon cheesecake is also his favourite. It was a short conversation, his time in the library was over. He kept his phone there, in one of the books.

I was happy to have at least this ten minutes with him. Made me feel better that I managed to cheer him up a little bit, he was a bit tense lately. I had a feeling he is hiding something, but I didn’t want to push him.

I’ve put my phone down, and I saw Shaun and Mum staring at me.

‘What?’ I asked nervously looking around myself to see what they are looking at. ‘Did I spill some tea? ‘

‘Who was that sweetie?’ My Mum smiled at me ‘Was it Albert?’ Why would she think it was Albert?

‘No, why you think it was Albert? I didn’t hear from him for weeks, plus we left it as they were. I don’t want to waste my time on him. I don’t even know when he is coming back, could be months. I made my decision, one soldier in the family is enough. I want my man to be next to me every day. I am not strong enough to go through the same as you’ her smile dropped instantly. Fuck! My big mouth again! ‘ Mum I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..’

‘It’s ok love, I know what you mean, and I fully understand it’s not an easy life, and if you don’t feel like he is worth that kind of commitment you shouldn’t waste your time and wait for him. I stuck with your father because he was the one, still is but if you don’t feel like Albert is that’s only fair’ she paused for a second, and her smile came back ‘ So if not Albert who was it then? You were smiling and giggling the whole time. I didn’t see you like this for a long time.’

She was right, I didn’t feel like this for a long time, this whole Luke situation messed me up pretty badly.

‘It’s nothing, is just a guy from Lovelink that I am chatting with. Really, not a big deal’ She didn’t believe a word I said. Shaun shoot me an angry glance. Mum always knows when we are lying.

‘You are not getting away with this, not this time, you just blew your cover by giggling like mad! He knew about Austin, I told him everything, and I felt like it is time to share it with mum. At this stage, I was too deep into this, and she already knew that I am hiding something. We never had any secrets in the family, we made a promise that we need to share everything so we can help each other when we needed, and I didn’t want to break it.

I looked at my phone again and saw the last message from Austin.

“Bye messy pie ’’

I smiled. He is so fucking sweet, sometimes. Took a deep breath.

‘OK, I will tell you but please don’t freak out.’

She poured more tea to the mugs sat comfortably on the sofa, put her hands on her knees. She was ready, that’s what she thought, but she wasn’t.

‘About six weeks ago I matched with this guy, Austin Russo. I wasn’t sure at first, but I swiped because he intrigued me, I saw something interesting in him. See for yourself.’ I showed her his profile picture and the one he sent me a few weeks ago with his pop. I kept shirtless to myself.

‘Wow, handsome man. So far, so good.’ God, she is so not ready for that. Shaun smiled, he knew I was shitting myself, I didn’t want her to know.

‘Well, we really clicked, not right away. In the beginning, I thought that he is a bit of a prick, rude and arrogant, but he started to open up and … we were texting every day, getting to know each other. He is a bit rough around the edges but is getting better. I think I am bringing his soft side now. You will like that… he is a poet.’ I had to start with the right things, prepare her. She loves poetry.

‘Oh, that’s so romantic. You seem to like him.’

‘Yes, I do. I feel like we have a connection, even tho we’ve been only texting, we didn’t really meet in real life yet, but we have something special.’

‘ He didn’t take you for a date in six weeks? Why? That’s a red flag sweetheart ‘ Fuck! Here we go. Just say it! I looked at Shaun, begging for help, but he nodded reassuring me. I took a deep breath and looked at my Mum. My mouth was dry as sand, I took a big sip of tea, brushed my hair nervously She is going to flip.

‘Mum, we couldn’t go on a date because he is in prison’ My heart pounded in my chest, I  desperately searched for her reaction. She had a poker face, but I knew she was shocked, she didn’t say anything because she knew this is not all ‘He was falsely accused of murder seven years ago.. he is innocent, but there is not enough evidence to prove it.’

She didn’t say anything, just looked away then down. I felt my eyes filling with tears. She is disappointed, she won’t even look at me. I caught Shaun looking at her. Finally, she said quietly slowly bringing her eyes back to me.

‘Well, this was unexpected.. how long is his sentence?’ Mum was very serious, but I could see that she cared, she was worried. There was approval in her piercing brown eyes. That approval that I needed right now.

‘He is on the death row.’ I nearly whispered, looking at the floor, tears flowing. I felt horrible. On one side, my mum, always wanting me to find a good Nobel man and have a perfect family, one that we never had. And on the other side Austin, the not ideal partner for her perfect daughter, another criminal

‘Oh my god, sweetie.’ She sat on the floor next to me, took my hands in hers and looked at me ‘Are you hundred per cent sure he is innocent?’

‘ Yes, I believe him.’ I whispered

I told her everything. How Austin and his pop ran a chop shop together, how his half-brother Bennie started using heavy drugs and his father kicked him out, so he decided to take them down with his new gang; they got into a fight and Bennie tried to shoot Austin but his pop pushed him away and took the bullet. Bennie and his thugs knocked Austin down and left him next to his dead father with the gun in his hand. Unfortunately, this was enough evidence to prove him guilty and sentenced to death.

I didn’t even notice that I was crying like a baby the whole time. I must’ve looked pathetic.

‘ I know that you think I must be stupid, he could be lying and just playing me, but I really have feelings for him. I can’t even explain it. I believe him, he would never kill his father, he loved him, I could feel it from the way he spoke about him.’ I took a deep breath trying to calm myself ‘I saw his rough side when we started talking, but now he is a different person…  he opened up ‘ Suddenly all the thoughts of losing him went through my head

‘Mum... I have to help him … I don’t know how but I can’t let him die.’ I felt her arms wrapped around my shoulders when she squeezed to sit next to me. She wiped my cheeks and lifted my chin.

‘ Sweetheart, I would never think you are stupid. Love is never stupid, I would’ve been a complete hypocrite to think this way. You are my daughter, my whole world, and I love you with my whole heart. You are exactly like me when you fall for someone you fall deep. I can see that you care about this boy. And your golden heart won’t let you just leave him like that.  Maya, if you believe he's innocent, I trust you’ She pointed at my phone ’ I don’t see a murderer in him, there is good in his eyes. And what’s most important you see a good person in him, you gave him a chance because you knew is right.’ Her expression softened ‘ We better start thinking about how we can help him.’

Shaun sat on the sofa, resting his head on his hands, suddenly he got up.

‘Sis, we will figure something out. There must be a way to get him out of this, talk to him see what you can learn. I’m sure he knows what to do but is holding back, is too proud to ask you for help. He is too young and definitely not ready to die…Listen… Dad will be back in a few weeks maybe he can pull some strings, in the meantime try to convince Austin to let you help him.’

I wasn’t expecting my mum to understand, but she saw something more than just a stupid girl falling in love with the guy who most likely will never see the outside world before saying goodbye to it. She felt my determination and will to get him out of this shit, and as always she was two steps ahead.

‘ What was the other evidence apart from the gun?’ She asked while walking back to the sofa

‘ Partial DNA on him, which by the way is the same as Bennie’s, if we could have his DNA that would be a full match. I’m sure that would be enough to prove him innocent. I spoke with him about this, but nobody knows where Bennie is now, and police aren’t even looking for him. Plus is not easy to convince Austin to let me help him, he is stubborn, he lived with the idea that there is no chance for him to get out for seven years and now when there is a small chance he is scared, he won’t admit it, but he is scared someone will get hurt because of him again.’

‘You have to convince him’ Shaun said ‘ I am sure he knows something, a guy like Bennie can’t just disappear without the trace unless they are dead. Then we are screwed… Talk to him and don’t do anything stupid alone, you have me’ He smiled and flicked my nose

Next day I spoke with Austin about the possibility of finding Bennie, of course, he didn’t want me to get involved. How someone can be so stubborn!?

But that day, I decided that I had enough of him pissing around. After he got stabbed in the library by few of Bennie’s thugs who tried to cut his tongue, to make sure he won’t speak before the execution.

This was the point in which I drew the line, it was too much. My man was in grave danger, and I suppose to sit with my arms crossed? No fucking way! But before he managed to get proper angry he told me that we will give it ago, he had information where Bennie was last seen, he sent me an address and asked me to wait until we make a plan. He clearly doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does.’

The moment Austin went offline, I put the address in my GPS  and drove there. I looked around the place that seemed to be a chop shop. Austin texted me when I was hidden behind the fence. He was fuming, I didn’t listen to him after all, he specifically told me to wait. Sorry not sorry, darling.

We confirmed that the bike outside the shop was Bennie’s, I went to look around searching for anything useful, but then my luck reached its end together with my common sense.

Bennie found me. I had only one chance to use this to my advantage, he was meters away from me. I only needed a bit of his hair, that's all.

I could stir it anyway I could, I had him right in front of me, but no. I did the only thing my stupid mind told me to.

I agreed to go on a date with a murderer. How wonderfully clever of me. Mama will be proud.

It was the stupidest idea ever, but it was the only chance I had to free Austin, or at least save his life.

Austin wasn’t happy with the idea, but he knew it is the only way. Only one shot, he’s the only door to freedom.

We planned everything, go in get the hair and get out. Simple as that. Nothing can go wrong, right? Right.

I called Shaun, I was stupid and desperate enough to go on a date a murderer but not dumb as to go there alone.

[edelwoodsouls]

all roads lead - ch. 6

When his mother dies, Stiles runs away, straight into danger - only to be saved by Peter Hale. Seven years later, after burying their alpha, Stiles and Malia return home.

Word Count: 2,397 | Also on Ao3 | Other Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

Chapter 6: FLINCH

It takes less than an evening for the pieces of Beacon Hills to begin to fall together in Stiles' mind.

The four teenagers kill time until dinner watching television in somewhat awkward silence, passing around a bowl of microwave popcorn. Stiles still can't figure out what they were watching, his senses too overwhelmed by the two unsuspecting werewolves sitting so close on the sofa beside him, the beta leaning into his shoulder, his father shifting back and forth in the kitchen next door.

Dinner is an even more tentative affair. Melissa arrives just as John sets the shepherds pie in the centre of the table. She stinks of hospital cleaning fluids and that distinct floral perfume that hangs around his father's scent, but her smile is just as warm as Stiles remembers, and when she hugs him without hesitation it feels a little too much like memories eight years gone.

Melissa and John are sickeningly good together. They move around, between, with each other in a perfectly synchronised dance. They touch, and laugh, leaning into each other with the effortlessness of certainty.

They're good for each other, and Stiles is surprised to find any lingering bitterness begin to fizzle out inside him.

But whilst John's cooking has, in fact, come on in leaps and bounds since the last meal he gave Stiles - frozen waffles and ketchup - it's not enough to dissipate the thick tension in the air, like the pressure of clouds before lightning.

Scott manages to carry the conversation practically single-handed, with regular interruptions from Malia. He tells them all about sports practice, about the pretty cool new english teacher, about the cute puppy he treated at the animal clinic.

The topics are noticeably inane. More than once, Scott stumbles over a word, glances sharply at Stiles and Malia, quickly changing the subject. Stiles almost pities him. If he didn't know anything about the supernatural, he'd be more than a little suspicious by now.

Stiles stays quiet for the most part, watching this choreography of a normal life that he has never had the chance to witness so closely. Even in a half supernatural family, real life holds dominion. They worry about how to keep their grades up to stay on the lacrosse team. The fact that the local ice rink didn't get enough funding to stay open. The flashy new rich kids with bikes much better than theirs. Random, normal things that completely pass Stiles by.

He wonders how much he missed in New York, holding himself above the rest, writing them off as petty teenagers who knew nothing of the world. Was it just jealousy the whole time? That they could care about the things Stiles had to leave behind?

He cringes away from this realisation- and finds Isaac is staring directly at him.

Where Scott is a waterfall of movement and sound, Isaac is a silent, watchful stone. They balance each other well - Scott's open sunshine, Isaac's caution. He watches the room the way Stiles does: looking for the exits, assessing the threats. Flinching at any movement too sudden, any voice too loud. The clatter of cutlery against plates, a sharp bout of laughter.

He recognises the signs of trauma - no, the signs of abuse - far too well. The mystery of this strange boy his father and old best friend have adopted unfurls a little more.

Stiles meets his eyes, surprised when Isaac doesn't look away. He may behave like a shrinking violet, but Stiles gets the feeling he would do anything for Scott. The way he leans towards his alpha, instinctively, protectively - the same way he leans towards Malia, a gravity built on years of weight. He wonders if this boy filled the vacuum Stiles left when he vanished. If Scott attracts broken, darkened things like moths to flame.

Maybe magic and werewolves are an inevitability in this town, not the result of an ill-wandered youth.

"Are you gonna start coming to school?" Scott asks out of nowhere, and the tension ratchets up a thousand volts, breaking apart the unnoticed staring contest.

"Uh," Stiles starts. Stops. "I'd like to, yeah."

"I'd rather jump off a skyscraper," Malia all but snarls into her mashed potato. "But yes. I guess."

"Awesome," Scott grins. "It'll be great to have new people who're actually nice." Stiles has to stop himself from snorting. Never did he think someone would describe him as nice. "The new twins are dicks. Isaac got detention because of them."

"Detention?" John asks sharply, a father if ever Stiles heard one.

Isaac flinches a mile. Folds even further in on himself, eyes lost in his lap. "It wasn't what it looked like," he says, so softly the words are almost lost in the sudden silence of the kitchen.

"It wasn't his fault!" Scott leaps in vehemently. "The twins riled him up, got him angry, then framed him for beating them up in the halls-"

"Isaac, we're not angry, honey," Melissa says suddenly, yet gently as ever. "We absolutely believe you. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Right, absolutely," John stumbles to follow, face drawn in panic. "Even if you did have detention, it's honestly nothing. What's one detention? Stiles had detention every day for a year when he was nine!"

"In my defence, Miss Clarke really hated you because you arrested her brother for kidnapping," Stiles says. "So really I think I was entirely innocent on that front."

The tension in the room eases, air let from an overblown balloon. Isaac uncurls, slowly, like a sunflower as the dawn breaks over the horizon. Scott's hand rests on his arm, not taking any pain but clearly reminding him of comfort, of pack. Stiles knows very little about Isaac, and yet he finds himself wanting to do anything to alleviate his discomfort.

He's not used to allowing himself to care about others. About anyone, really, except Peter and Malia, and- the one or two people who wormed their way into his heart by sheer force of will. Maybe he looks at Isaac and sees a possibilty of his own future, if he had remained trapped in a house of ghosts and overboiling temper. He'd like to think that's all, that his carefully guarded heart isn't beginning to crack more than it already has.

The rest of the meal passes with an added, wary undercurrent, everyone dancing around their words like cracks in the pavement.

Plates cleaned away, Scott stands up. "Mom, can you help me with dessert?" There's a strangled note to the alpha's voice, as if the words have been trying to force themselves out for too long. Stiles watches them leave.

"So why are you here?" Malia asks Isaac, so abruptly Stiles doesn't have time to anticipate damage control.

To his credit, Isaac barely seems phased. "Freezer related incidents," he shrugs, as if this is a perfectly sensible answer. "Why are you?"

"Coyotes."

Stiles leaves them to trade snide remarks at each other whilst his father referees; they seem impressively evenly matched. Instead, he has no qualms about focusing his hearing towards the other room, the murmured voices and distinct lack of movement.

"What happened, hun?" Melissa asks, voice soft as ever, yet firm, prompting.

"The alpha twins," Scott starts, stops, and Stiles has to school his expression to hide his shock. Twin werewolves are rare, believed to be incredibly powerful. Alpha twins are unheard of- except a single pair, blood-soaked and vicious. Why would they be in Beacon Hills of all places?

"The alpha twins?" Melissa prompts.

"They've really gotten under Isaac's skin since they... killed the others. They know exactly how to rile him up, and so they've made him a target. And I got a call from Derek on the way home - he and Cora were attacked at the loft. He almost bled out. I just- I don't know what I'm doing, mom."

Stiles hears the moment when Scott's voice breaks, and finds his heart cracking a little more in kind. He of all people shouldn't have let all those sunshine smiles distract him from the obvious pressure of being an alpha so young. Scott's positivity, even when they were children, had been a result of his suffering, not evidence of its lack.

And he's still an alpha, Stiles has to remind himself. He still has blood on his hands, somehow, and that makes him a threat despite any deceptive kindness.

"You're doing everything you can, sweetie," Melissa's voice is muffled, as if by a hug. "You've only been an alpha for a few months, and it's not easy, being a leader even in the best of times. What you've dealt with? Becoming a werewolf, hunters, now the alpha pack? It amazes me every day that you even get out of bed."

"I really wanted this to be the year I got my life back on track. Getting my marks up so I can do AP classes and stay on the lacrosse team, y'know? And now Stiles is here again and I don't know how to feel about that at all..."

"Because he's been gone so long? Because this house is already lively enough with two boys under its roof?" There's a small smile in Melissa's voice.

"Because everything new in this town seems to be something twisted and awful and supernatural. He's been gone seven years. Why did he leave? Where has he been? Who's Malia? I want to trust him, I've missed him so much, but..."

"What do your magical alpha senses tell you? What does he smell like?" The kitchen goes quiet for a moment, and Stiles feels the uncomfortable itch under his skin of being watched.

"He's human," Scott sighs with a guilt-wrenching amount of relief. "But he smells like concern all the time. The way he and Malia move around each other, I can't help but wonder what the two of them have been through, where they've been-"

"Scott, the best thing about you is your big heart. I often wish you wouldn't give it out so easily, but don't let past burns close you off completely from genuine miracles. Stiles is human, and against all odds he's come home. The rest can come later, when he's ready. We have to give him time. I mean, we're hiding things from him too, aren't we? Unless you'd like to carry this trifle back in there in all your sideburns and fangs."

Stiles pulls his attention back to the dinner table, reeling. There's so much, too much, all at once.

The alpha pack were infamous in New York. They were a favourite horror story, passed between supernatural teenagers like an urban legend, a ghost story. For betas the meaning was clear: don't anger your alpha, or he might murder your whole pack and join the alpha pack. For alphas: don't be too good at anything, don't make yourself special or noticeable, or the demon wolf will stalk you from the shadows.

Peter had scoffed at the stories, but even he couldn't hide how they made his skin crawl.

If the alpha pack are in Beacon Hills, this is the worst possible place he and Malia could be. The blood of his own pack is fresh on Stiles' hand, the obstacle between him and them a singular beta. He is a wolf who has also been a fox, who still has a little magic left running through his veins despite no longer being human.

There is no guarantee they would care about him at all.

But the risk is there, a sliver of ice sliding towards his heart.

They must be here for Scott, but what makes him special? Or maybe they're here for Laura Hale, the current alpha of the prestigious if decimated Hale pack. Scott mentioned her younger brother Derek, so the two packs must be on tentatively good terms, at least.

Unless, of course, Scott McCall is the current owner of the Hale alpha power. Which is an entirely possible and unpleasant reality that leaves an awful taste in Stiles mouth. He tries to imagine Scott stood over a body, claws blood-soaked, eyes flickering from gold to red.

It feels so wrong. He shoves the image away as Scott and Melissa emerge from the kitchen, carrying a towering monstrosity he supposes is the aforementioned trifle.

"You with me?" Malia nudges him gently in the ribs. There's a question in her eyes - she knows his propensity for eavesdropping, and he can see how much effort it's taking her not to ask right here and now.

"Later," he whispers, turning back to the table with as much of a grin as he can manage.

There are too many unknowns in Beacon Hills. At least in New York, there was an obvious hierarchy, the etiquette between packs and other supernatural creatures rigorous and unchallenged. Here it seems like a mess of blood and confusion.

But leaving now would cause more problems thann Stiles has the energy to deal with. A reawakened search for a missing sheriff's son and an Eichen House escapee could make national news, especially now that Scott and Isaac know about New York.

And Stiles finds he doesn't want to leave - just yet, at least. Even in a house of wolves, he has a bed to sleep in, Malia by his side, his father in his life. He's laid the groundwork for friendship that he hopes will make people hesitate and listen before they try to murder him. Yes, there's risk, and the potential for blood in the near future.

But is it really so different? He ran from blood - who knows what would have happened to him and Malia if they'd stayed in New York?

The Argents are not a forgiving family, and Stiles has done the unforgiveable. They would have been hunted to the ends of the earth, and without the power of the nogistune he doesn't think they'd last long.

And whilst there probably isn't a standard punishment for betas who get possessed and murder their alpha and several other prominent figures in the supernatural community, he can't imagine they'd be lenient.

After all, no one particularly cared about Peter Hale, but everyone loved Noshiko Yukimura.

So they'll stay. Act human. Go to school, play lacrosse, hang out with Scott. Maybe even try to help out with the alpha pack, if they can.

And when the blood comes knocking, perhaps they'll stand a chance.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 2) - The New Normal

Summary: Dean’s starting to realize he needs some help when it comes to taking care of both Sam and he and the reader make plans to spend a little one on one time with each other...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: language, mention of injury, sad Sammy

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

Dean’s POV

An hour later, Dean stumbled downstairs and sent Y/N home, feeling better than he had all week. He quietly cleaned some, the house covered in a thin layer of dust. He did laundry and got fresh sheets on all of the beds, unpacking a few belongings and hanging up his clothes in the guest room closet. His wardrobe wasn’t extensive and he wasn’t planning on getting a lot of quiet time for just him, at least not for a while.

Dean grabbed a notepad and sat down at the counter when he got downstairs again, writing up his chicken scratch into easy to read notes on what to take and when, simple enough that even Avy could understand with some help. He measured everything out for Sam and labeled it, tucking the medicine away in an upper cabinet with a note taped on the front that everything was in there. Dean got Sam’s freshly washed beanie’s up in his room and on his nightstand and cleared the path from the bed to the bathroom on anything he could trip on.

Dean hummed softly when he went to the fridge and started to take out ingredients for dinner. The last time he’d had a home cooked meal was probably two weeks, the night of Sam’s accident. The leftover ravioli meant for Sam to dig into was still sitting inside the fridge. Dean threw the container away and returned to putting together a mess of cheese, pasta, veggies and meat in a pan, one of Sam’s favorite dishes growing up.

After a few hours, Sam woke up from the couch, stretching out as he caught Dean working away in the kitchen.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” said Dean with a smile. “Or should I say, evenin’ sunshine.”

“How long was I out?” he asked.

“Eh, three hours give or take,” said Dean. “You need the rest. How’s the head feeling?”

“Uh, warmer,” said Sam, reaching his hand up, feeling a hat on there. “Thanks.”

“I figured you’re used to that flop on your head, might as well keep you warm,” said Dean, clapping his hands together. “So, I am making Sammy casserole tonight to celebrate you being back home. It should be done just in time for Avy to get home.”

“Thanks,” said Sam as he sat up. “You look a little better yourself.”

“Y/N stayed over for a while, let me get in a nap. Nice neighbor you got there,” said Dean. Sam hummed, glancing over to the kitchen. Dean set down the knife he was using and walked over to Sam, helping him up to his feet. They paused for a moment until Sam was walking forward on his own, Dean with a hand on his arm until Sam sat up on one of the counter stools.

“Yeah, Y/N’s cool. Keeps to herself mostly. I think she got out of some bad relationship or something before she moved in. She never really gave a straight answer on that,” said Sam.

“Surprised you haven’t made a move on the cute girl next door,” said Dean, wiping off his hands.

“The only cute girl I need in my life right now is about four feet tall,” said Sam. “So you can totally go for the cute girl next door yourself, Dean.”

“I’m not relationship material, Sammy,” said Dean with a smile, back to working on making up dinner. “You know that.”

“You’ve been saying that since we were teenagers,” said Sam, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want mom and dad’s relationship,” he said. Sam scoffed and lightly shook his head. “Sam.”

“Not every relationship is full of arguments and it has been years, years Dean, since they went at it. They don’t do what they used to,” said Sam. “They love each other. I think it’s time you stop being afraid of commitment.”

“Says the guy who ends it after every first date he’s been on the past three years,” mumbled Dean.

“Jess died,” said Sam dryly. Dean stilled, looking over to Sam who had his brow furrowed. “I miss her. I fucking do. Every day. I wish Avy had her mom still. But she would want me to be happy. It took me time to be ready for that again and yeah, it’s hard to date when you’re a single dad that works too much. I know that. I got way more excuses than you not to try but I don’t use them, not all the time at least. I know what I want and not stringing the girl along doesn’t mean I’m afraid of commitment. There’s a connection you have with a person Dean when they’re the one. I haven’t had it happen since Jess so I keep trying, like she would want, like you want for me. Now, I’m out of the dating game for a while so why don’t you go put yourself out there for a change,” said Sam.

“Alright, alright,” said Dean, holding up his hands. “Don’t give yourself a stroke.”

“That’s not funny,” said Sam.

“It’s a little funny,” teased Dean. “But I’m sorry for teasing you wimp.”

“Jerk,” said Sam.

“Bitch,” said Dean. Sam smiled a little, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. “Okay, you want it with the breadsticks too?”

“Yes please,” asked Sam quietly, Dean taken back for a moment to when they were kids and he made him Sammy casserole for the first time.

“Alright. We’ll make up the breadsticks too, Sammy.”

“Hi Avy,” said Sam, holding out his arms when their parents came by that night. She looked nervous though, staying by the front door and looking around the room at everyone. “Can I have a hug, honey?”

“Just be careful like we talked about, sweetie,” said Mary. Avy nodded and climbed up on the couch, shifting over slowly, Sam wrapping his arms around her.

“I missed you so much, baby. You have fun at grandma and grandpa’s? You got to tell me all about what happened at school,” said Sam. She nodded and threw her arms around Sam tight. Their parents gave them a smile as they followed Dean over to the kitchen.

“You guys want to stay for dinner?” asked Dean. “There’s plenty of food here.”

“Sure,” said John, glancing back at Sam. “You know, Dean...Mom and I were talking...we should really be the ones to move in here with Sam while he recovers.”

“I’m pretty sure Sammy’s going to put his foot down on that. Besides, you guys are both still working, you live farther away...I got this,” said Dean. “Really.”

“It’s not just taking care of Sam, Dean. You got Avy around here too,” said John. Dean blinked at him. “It’s a lot of responsibility is all I’m saying.”

“She’s my niece. I know how to take care of her,” said Dean. “Hell I take care of her all the freaking time.”

“Yeah but you can’t be fun Uncle Dean now. You’re gonna have to-”

“Excuse me but I took care of her the night her mother died and Sam was a mess and he had every right to be. I took care of her the night Sam almost died,” Dean whispered, scowling at his father. “I had to be the one that made medical decisions for Sam that night and the night after and the night after. I had to do those things because Sam trusts me. If he wants me gone, I’ll go. But I’m not leaving because you two don’t think I’m responsible enough,” said Dean.

“It’s a lot of work Dean,” said his mom, putting a hand on his arm. “No one is saying...we’re saying we’ll help is all.”

“Well ask Sam what he wants,” said Dean. “And guess what? He wanted me to be the one that moved in so I’m here. I will take the help but we don’t need you two living here.”

“Was living with us really that horrible for you?” asked John. “Really?”

“Sam and I both remember what it was like so yeah, excuse me for wanting him to recover in a place that’s calm and unstressful for him,” said Dean, narrowing his eyes.

“Alright. Don’t fight,” said Mary. “Alright. We’ll help out as much as we can but Dean can stay with Sam, alright? Boys?”

“Alright,” said John, holding up his hands.

“Casserole should be done in five. Watch Sam for me for a minute,” said Dean. He sighed and went out the front door, taking a seat on the front porch swing. He rested his hands on his head, taking a few deep breaths. He barely lifted his head when he heard the stairs creak, smiling when he saw a container be set down on the top step. Y/N just smiled and walked back over to her house, giving Dean a small wave as she went inside.

Dean picked up the container, laughing when he realized it was a pie. He flipped open the note on top, a warmth filling him up.

It’s my grandma’s recipe. Called it ‘feel good pie’. Always seems to do the trick for me. You guys seemed like you could use some after everything.

-Y/N

“Thank you, sweetheart. I needed this.”

Reader’s POV

“Morning,” you heard while you headed outside to wash your car the next day. Sam was sat on the front step of his porch, Avy playing with some chalk in their driveway. “Thanks for the pie last night. It was great.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, wandering over across the grass. “The prison warden giving you some parole time?”

“Oh no. He’s just changing into some clothes to work on his car some. I’m allowed to be alone for a few minutes when Avy’s keeping an eye on me. Small victories,” said Sam. “A little more time everyday.”

“They worried about…” you trailed off, Avy not seeming to take notice of the conversation.

“A lot can go wrong after a brain trauma. Time is the best cure unfortunately for my situation. Slow and steady. I’m not even allowed to watch TV or read right now so it doesn’t give me a seizure. I’m bored out of my mind,” he said.

“You could bake,” you said.

“Bake?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I mean, Dean might want to be the one that handles the oven right now but yeah, you could bake.”

“That’s...actually a really good idea,” said Sam. You saw Dean duck out of the garage, smiling when he saw you. “Hey, Dean, did you pick up any baking stuff at the store yesterday?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t, Martha Stewart,” said Dean.

“You know what? I didn’t feel like washing my car this morning anyways. Why don’t I take Sam here over to my place, let him do a bit of baking so he doesn’t go crazy today,” you said.

“Yes, please,” said Sam. Dean held up his hands, giving you a stare. You gave it right back but he sighed and relented, his gaze going to Avy.

“Fine but come get me if something goes wrong,” he said. “Now what to do with you little missy.”

“Hey, Avy. You want to come bake with me and your dad?” you asked. She carefully looked at Sam and shook her head, Sam’s face falling a little when he turned away. Dean squatted down next to her, giving her a soft smile.

“Avy, sweetie. I know we told you a lot of rules about playing with your daddy for now but you can still hang out with him. It’d make him really happy,” said Dean.

“Sorry, daddy,” she said, hopping up and giving Sam’s leg a hug.

“No, no, it’s okay, Avy. I wish I could run around with you,” said Sam. “Daddy’s still getting better.”

“I wish you’d get better faster,” she said.

“Me too,” said Sam with a laugh.

“Is your hair gonna come back?” she asked.

“Yeah. It’ll take a while though,” he said, holding out a hand to you. “Help me up? I get dizzy sometimes.”

You grabbed him with both hands, Dean keeping an eye on you both as Sam threw an arm over your shoulders.

“Come on Avy. Let’s go bake something with, Y/N,” said Sam. You led them over to your house and inside, Sam chuckling to himself. “It smells so good in here.”

“Well I am a baker, it always smells good in here...except when I burn a batch,” you said. You led them both over to the kitchen, Sam’s jaw practically dropping.

“I thought I had the fancy kitchen over here,” he said, taking a seat at the counter, Avy climbing up on one beside him.

“You got no idea what I do for a living, do you, Winchester?” you teased.

“Not a clue,” said Sam.

“Why don’t you spin around,” you said, nodding to the wall behind him. He turned in his seat, leaning back some when he saw the giant chalkboard. “That’s this week’s orders.”

“You’re a baker,” he smiled, turning back around. “For a living.”

“Yup. Need a good kitchen if I’m going to keep up with it,” you said. “So I got a order of chocolate chips I got to whip up today if you guys are interested in making some of those?”

“I think that sounds perfect.”

“Avy, you got those cookies okay?” you asked, Avy holding a pink box in front of her a few hours later. She hummed, that classic smile back on her face you were much more used to seeing. You couldn’t help but notice the layer of grime that’d been on your car was gone and the driveway was wet as you went past. You walked back over with Sam, a quiet chuckle coming from you both when you saw Dean passed out on the front porch chair with a baseball cap over his face. “Does he ever sleep?”

“He’ll get back to normal soon. I hope,” said Sam quietly. You helped him up the steps, Dean stirring at the noise, sleepily smiling at the three of you. “Turns out we live next to a professional baker.”

“How many different kinds of pie do you make?” asked Dean with a smirk.

“All of ‘em. Apple cinnamon, pecan, cherry, chocolate are my most popular probably,” you said. “Give me advance notice, I can make any kind you come up with.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” said Dean, stretching out. “I’ll so take you up on that.”

“Trust us, he will,” said Sam.

“Alright, Sammy. Why don’t you go on inside, eat your lunch and take a nap. Medicine is on the counter for you,” said Dean.

“Oh. Yay,” said Sam with a sigh. Dean held open the door for him and Avy, watching them go off to the kitchen, Sam holding out his sandwich from around the fridge door. “You can leave me alone now!”

“Dork,” said Dean, leaving the front door open, shutting the screened in one. “Thanks for keeping him occupied this morning. He’s getting a little stir crazy there not being able to use his head.”

“I think he liked it,” you said. “Thanks for washing my car.”

“I did no such thing. Must have been those car washing gremlins you hear about,” teased Dean.

“Must have,” you said, tilting your head up at him. “Thank them for me if you see ‘em around.”

“Will do,” he said.

“Dean? I’m sure Sam has good insurance being a lawyer and all. Maybe getting someone in to help watch him so you aren’t passing out on the front porch would be a good thing,” you said.

“I know. He’s in this limbo the next few weeks...my buddy at the garage, Benny, he’ll give me all the time off in the world for Sammy but I know…” said Dean, pursing his lips. “I do need help.”

“I got a friend that works as an in home nurse, deals with younger people most of the time. I can give you guys her name and the company she’s with if you’re interested,” you said. “I’m sure his insurance will cover it.”

“How much did he complain while he was over there?” asked Dean, trying to hide his laugh.

“Just a smidge,” you teased.

“Text me her name. We’ll look into it,” said Dean.

“Good,” you said with a smile, swapping phones for a moment. “So is pie your favorite kind of dessert?”

“Pie’s my favorite kind of everything,” he said, handing your phone back. You waited for him to make a joke but realized he was being serious.

“Alright. I got myself a pie expert. I may put your tastebuds to the test around these parts then, Winchester,” you said.

“Please do,” he said, licking his lips. “Last night’s pie was delicious. Blueberry and raspberry with a citrus flavored cream on top most people probably think is orange but is actually a lemon and grapefruit combo.”

“Dude, that’s scary good. No one ever picks up on that,” you said. “Like...no one. No joke, you want to come over next time I whip up some experimental stuff?”

“If I can arrange a babysitter for Sammy boy, sure,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll never turn down free dessert.”

“Awesome,” you said.

“Maybe we can get that pizza afterwards too,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “That sounds good. You ever have a bacon meat lover’s from Ricky’s? You have that with some bourbon and a slice of red velvet, it’ll give you a taste of what heaven must be like.”

“I bet it does,” said Dean, biting down on his smile. “I uh, I better get back in there and annoy the shit out of him. Big brother and all.”

“Wouldn’t want to keep you from that,” you said, Dean smiling as he threw his baseball hat on your head. “What’s this for?”

“It gives me an excuse to come talk to you tomorrow obviously,” he teased, heading back inside. “See you around, Y/N.”

“You are something, Dean Winchester,” you said, hopping down the steps, smiling under your new hat.

Dean’s POV

“I heard you flirting up a storm with Y/N earlier,” teased Sam late that night in his bathroom. Dean hummed, watching Sam take off his clothes in the shower until he got to his boxers. “Dude, you can go for the rest. I can shower on my own.”

“Sammy,” said Dean. “As scarring as this is for the both of us, just take off your damn underwear. I used to change you as a baby. Ain’t nothing I never seen.”

“Dean,” growled Sam.

“Here,” said Dean, handing Sam a washcloth from the towel rack.

“Really?” deadpanned Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and went to the closet, grabbing a hand towel and tossing it over. “Thank you.”

“You sit on the shower bench with that thing on your lap and use the spray thing to get clean, alright?” said Dean

“What, you ain’t gonna sponge bathe me?” mocked Sam.

“This is revolting enough without that,” said Dean, grabbing his phone and sitting up on the counter. Sam took a careful seat, a few grunts coming from him as he pulled off his boxers. “You good?”

“Why can’t I stand?” asked Sam as he tossed his underwear into this pile of clothes. “Or you know, have privacy?”

“Cause if you slip and fall or get dizzy and fall...basically you fall down, odds are you’re dead so deal with it,” said Dean, glancing over to Sam.

“Can you turn on the water,” he mumbled, glancing over to Dean. Dean nodded and walked over, turning it on warm for him, handing him the nozzle attachment. Dean kept his head down, Sam complaining often enough to know he was still conscious over there. “I’m done.”

“Alright,” said Dean, up again and turning off the water. He handed Sam a large towel and watched him dry off his top half, Dean throwing an arm under Sam’s shoulders. “I’m going to sit you down on the floor. Please have a towel over yourself by the time I open my eyes.”

“I got it, Dean,” said Sam. Dean sighed and shut his eyes, helping Sam until he heard what sounded like a slip. They flew open in an instant. Dean wasn’t positive what he did but he stopped Sam from going face first at the very least. He felt his own knees hit the ground hard, but his arms were around Sam’s torso tight, keeping him from going anywhere. Sam was down to his knees now, staring at Dean with a pant.

“Screw modesty?” said Dean.

“Screw modesty,” said Sam with a nod. Dean got his breath back and helped Sam out of the shower and sat on the floor. He handed Sam his towel, settling it over his lap.

“You’re okay,” said Dean, scooting back with a groan. He looked down, his knees a deep angry red. He gave them a rub, frowning when he saw Sam’s face. “Hey. I’m fine. Better my knees than your head.”

“What if you weren’t here to catch me?” he said.

“I am here,” said Dean, sliding over to Sam. “Shower time from now on, we’ll do it better so there’s no chance of anything happening. In a few weeks, your head will be a lot better and you can do things by yourself again and I won’t need to be here with you all the time. You’ll get your independence back real soon, Sammy.”

“I can’t drive still. Can’t work. I’m stuck doing nothing,” said Sam. “Avy’s more independent than I am.”

“Sammy,” said Dean, cupping his brother’s cheek, Sam squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re okay. Calm down for me. You were working too much and we both know it. Let’s take this as an opportunity for you to spend time with Avy, for you to enjoy life a little more, okay? Think of it as you got your own summer vacation coming up real soon.”

“You always take care of me,” said Sam quietly after a moment. Dean looked away, spotting the goosebumps on Sam’s arms.

“You need to get off this cold floor and in some warm clothes. Come on, Sammy,” said Dean. “Let’s finish getting you ready for bed.”

Reader’s POV

“Morning Winchesters,” you said the next day coming back from your jog. Sam and Avy were playing in the front yard and gave you a wave, Dean doing some planting in the pot by the end of the driveway. He smiled at you in your new hat but you spotted the bruises on his knees, Dean smirking at them.

“Oh I got these the fun way,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“I hope he bought you dinner first,” you said, Dean chuckling and shaking his head.

“Little mishap last night with bath time,” said Dean, nodding back at Sam. “Okay now though. Sammy called up that place, they said a nurse is going to start stopping by for a few hours during the day. It’ll give me a chance to work part time, get some chores done that need getting done. Avy’s out of school starting this week so I’ll need the help.”

“That’s great! You need to take care of you too if you’re taking care of them,” you said. He tilted his head, lip tugging up.

“I’ve never heard that before,” he said.

“Well if you’re not doing good, how do you expect to be able to take care of the people around you?” you asked.

“I never thought of it like that,” he said.

“Well make sure to take a little ‘me’ time too,” you said.

“Yeah, I will,” he said with a smile, glancing up at your hat.

“You want your hat back?” you asked, reaching a hand up to it.

“Nah. Looks better on you,” he said.

“Are you sure you’re not flirting with me?” you asked.

“Am I flirting with you?” he said, flashing you another wink.

“Alright, Winchester,” you laughed. “I gotta run. Lot’s of orders to get through today.”

“Hey, Y/N,” he said when you started to run back towards your house. “What’s your bakery called?”

“Sinful Sweets,” you said. “I got one of them websites and everything. Check it out sometime.”

“Will do, sweetheart.”

You were exhausted. Twelve straight hours of baking had wiped you out. Tomorrow you needed to go on a supply run but after that, you decided you were going home, sitting outside and doing absolutely nothing.

You almost groaned when you saw a new order pop up in your email. You knew better than to click on it at that time of night but it was for one of your adult dessert food types, one of your special bourbon red velvet cakes. It was a rarer order than normal but the need date on Saturday night made you chuckle along with the note from the customer.

I’m requesting the excellent baker over at Sinful Sweets make for me one of these awesome cakes I heard about. I’ll bring the bacon lover’s pizza at eight?

“Silly boy,” you giggled, grabbing your phone and giving him a phone call.

“Howdy neighbor,” he said.

“Did you order a cake just to ask me on a date?” you asked.

“Pft. No,” he said. “It’s so not a date by the way. Just two friends hanging out.”

“Uh huh,” you hummed, Dean giggling for a second as the phone moved away.

“But you know, you want to hang out on Saturday night?” he asked.

“Sure. I am going to reject your order though,” you said.

“But I want cake!” he said.

“I’m not charging you for a cake we’ll both be eating. You get the pizza, I’ll make the cake, deal?” you said.

“Alright, alright,” he said, quiet for a moment. “You sound tired.”

“Long day,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “Looking forward to the weekend.”

“Owning your own business must be hard,” he said.

“It is,” you said. “I don’t have half the problems other people do so I ain’t complaining.”

“You know, my new friend, this really cool chick, you’d love her,” he said with a smile, “She told me this thing about taking care of yourself takes care of other people you know.”

“Really? Never heard of it,” you said, shaking your head, smiling at the empty room.

“Wow. I mean, she’s a pretty smart cookie so it might be some good advice to take,” he said.

“You’re like, so not as cool as you think you are,” you said.

“Takes one to know one,” he shot back. You hummed, moving over to the couch, hearing Dean move somewhere else in the house. “Sammy and the kiddo are down for bed. S’kinda of quiet here.”

“S’always quiet here,” you said.

“You ever get scared?” he asked.

“Thank you for asking me that, at night,” you said.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“I’m just messing with you,” you teased. “I got an alarm system and self-defense training and a bat. I’m good, Dean.”

“Alright. You ever...you know...change your mind...or want some company...give me a call,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said, resting your head against the cushion. “Things going okay with Sam today?”

“Yeah, yeah. Today’s shower went much better than yesterday. Avy’s less nervous around him too which is good. It’s just slow going. They’re both used to a faster paced lifestyle. This kid does like five hundred activities, I swear,” said Dean.

“Maybe Sam will reconsider working so much when he’s ready to go back,” you said.

“Yeah. I hope so. He kind of threw himself into it all after his wife died,” he said.

“I only moved in a year or so ago. I never wanted to ask,” you said.

“No, I get that. This whole situation is bringing up a lot of stuff for him again. I can’t just go tell him it’s alright anymore and that fixes it, you know?” he said.

“Adulting sucks,” you said.

“Yeah it does,” he said. “It’s got it’s perks though.”

“I like talking to you,” you said after a beat. You heard him pause, your own head looking at your phone as if it wasn’t you that just said that. You hadn’t meant to, it slipped out was all. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise up, Dean quiet on the other end before you heard him breathe out.

“I like talking to you too,” he said quietly.

“Cool,” you said.

“Cool,” he said.

“Dean,” you hummed.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around before then but Saturday, your place at eight. It’s a date,” he said.

“Told you it was a date, Dean.”

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

[cas-lost-grace]

How about single dad dean where he loses Emma in a supermarket and Cas finds her. Can be short or long but I'm a sucker for this meet cute

 "Emma?" Dean looks around. 

"Emma!" he calls when he doesn’t see her little figure anywherearound. 

"EMMA!" he yells again, desperation creeping into his voice.

Stupid fucking phone call. He’s only looked away for a moment while talkingwith his boss and now his daughter is gone, lost somewhere in a huge mall.

He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself, but his heart is racing andhis stomach is tying itself into knots. He’s gonna find her, she’s alright,probably just went back to the toy store or the food corner or the bathroom.

"I’m sorry, did you see a little girl? Yea high, sandy hair, pink sweatshirt?"he asks for the third time and the stranger shakes his head.

Dean clenches his fists and squeezes his eyes shut fighting back a panicattack.

What should he do? There should be someone he can tell and they will callout her name, right? Or should he call the police? He’s listing his options ashe jogs through the mall looking left and right.

His heart skips a beat when he sees a flash of blond and pink through thecrowd. He runs faster praying to god it’s really her. When he’s close enough,he sees it really is his baby girl and that there's a dark-haired man in atrenchcoat holding Emma’s hand.

"Let go of her, you creep," he shouts when he’s right behind them.The man looks over his shoulder and stops but doesn’t let go of Emma until shecalls "Daddy!" and runs into Dean’s arms.

Dean lifts her up, squeezing her tightly as she wraps her legs around historso.

"You got me so scared, ladybug," he mumbles into her hair, hisvoice breaking a little.

"I was scared too," she says. "But Cas here helped me,"she adds pointing at the perv who has the audacity to keep standing rightthere.

"I bet he did," Dean growls shooting the man a murderous stare. Hedoesn’t seem bothered by it.

"She was crying so I calmed her down," he says.

"He gave me this!" Emma says showing Dean a little brass angel, akeychain.

"I was about to take her to the customer service desk so they wouldcall out her name."

Dean hesitates. It’s something a pedophile would say as an excuse, butit could be true. The man looks like a tired office worker in his wrinkled suitand crooked blue tie, not like a kidnapper.

"Thank you," Dean says eventually and offers his hand. "I’mDean."

"Castiel. You’re welcome. You must have been worried." His hand isdry and warm and he’s smiling now - more with his eyes than with his lips. Deanrealizes he’s quite handsome.

"Yeah, she’s all I’ve got." Dean kisses Emma’s cheek beforeputting her down on the floor. "You can’t leave on your own likethat," he says in his parenting voice.

She looks at him through her long lashes. "I’m sorry," she pipesup. "I saw a cute little doggie and followed him. I didn’t know you didn’tsee where I was going."

Dean sighs. How can he be mad at her when she looks at him like this?

"Well, all that matters now is that we’re back together and nothing badhappened to you."

She nods. "Thanks to Cas and his angel!" she says.

Dean smiles and looks at Castiel. "Right. Can I buy you a coffee to showmy gratitude?"

"That’s very nice of you, but-" 

"Yes! Cas, please! Come with us!" Emma cries out clapping herlittle hands.

"Well, I’d use a good cup of coffee," Cas answers with a warmsmile and Emma squeals in glee. She surprises both of them when she grabs eachof their hands and drags them to the food corner.

"I hope you like pie," Dean says when he places the tray in frontof Cas. There are two slices of pie, two coffees, a milkshake, and a minidoughnut.

"I do," Cas says, "thank you." There’s something quietand shy about him that makes Dean want to get to know him better. Theincredible color of his eyes and the shape of his lips might play a role inthat too. 

"You know they make bracelets for kids where you can write your phonenumber for situations like this?" Cas says, "My boy used to wear one.He was always running away."

"You have kids?" Dean asks, surprised for some reason.

"Yes, but Jack’s already at College."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "You don’t look that old," he says andimmediately realizes how bad that sounded. "I’m sorry, you don’t look oldat all, I just-"

Cas laughs it off. "That’s okay, I know what you meant. We adopted Jackwhen he was eight and his mother - my partner’s sister - died."

"My mom died when I was born," Emma says and Dean almost chokes onhis pie.

"I’m very sorry, sweetheart," Cas says. Emma nods with a seriousexpression.

"It’s sad, but she’s an angel now, looking after me from heaven,"she says and swings Cas’ keychain in the air. "Like this one!" sheadds. "Maybe she made us meet so you could help me find dad!"

"That’s very possible," Castiel says, smiling at her. Dean watchesthem in awe.

"What’s adopted?" she asks, her big eyes intent on Cas.

"It means he wasn’t born into our family, but we brought him into it whenhe lost his."

Emma nods and slurps her milkshake. Dean hopes it’s the end of her inquiry,but she continues.

"What’s a partner?"

Cas seems taken aback by that. He looks at Dean with uncertainty in his face.

"When a man and woman love each other, they get married and becomehusband and wife, right?" Dean explains in his stead, "When a manloves a man they become husbands or partners."

Emma nods, picks up her doughnut and shoves it into her mouth. Dean huffsout a laugh. He looks at Cas who’s watching her with a fond smile.

"So you have a husband?" Emma asks with her mouth still full.

"Not anymore. We broke up."

"You stopped loving each other?" she asks. Dean opens his mouth tochastise her for being nosy but Cas is quicker with his reply.

"Not exactly. We just didn’t want to be together anymore," hesays. Emma nods with a very mature expression on her face.

"It happens," she says patting Cas’ hand. "Daddy used to havea boyfriend but they broke up too."

"Emma!" Dean gasps. He feels his cheeks warming up.

He looks at Cas sheepishly. "Kids, they spill out everything."

Cas smiles. Crow’s feet appear around his eyes and his nose scrunches. It’sadorable. Dean thinks about how his stubble must feel and realizes he’sgrinning back.

"You should be boyfriends!" Emma cries out suddenly.

Dean looks at her in shock. She looks proud of herself and her bright idea.

"What? You both like boys! And I like him."

"I’m flattered, sweetie, but I don’t think it’s enough for your fatherto want to become my boyfriend," Castiel says. His voice is calm and quietbut his cheeks have a pink tint to them that wasn’t there before.

"But he likes you. I can tell!" she says lifting her chin up.

"Can you?" Cas lifts an eyebrow.

"Yes, he looks at you like a prince when he wants to kiss aprincess."

"Oh, really?" Cas turns his blue eyes to Dean and Dean’s cheeksmust catch fire because they feel really hot.

"I...uhm..."

"Do you think he wants to kiss me?" Castiel is talking to Emma,but his eyes are fixed on Dean’s.

"Yes. I don’t know why he doesn’t do that."

"Maybe he doesn’t want to do it here?"

"Yes! That must be it!"

"Maybe I should take him somewhere more romantic?"

"Yes!"

"But what about you? Would you go with us?" Cas turns to Emma andDean feels like he can breathe again.

Emma makes a disgusted sound. "Nah! I don’t want to see you kissing!Uncle Sam can look after me."

"That’s a good idea. So where should I take your daddy to convince himhe wants to kiss me?"

Emma tilts her head, deep in thought.

"He likes movies and burgers," she says, "and driving hiscar. And sunsets!"

"Hmm, wait, I need to take notes," Cas replies and picks a pen anda notepad from his bag.

"Movies, burgers, driving his car and sunset. Anything else?"

"Music. The one with guitars and drums and men singing about love butthey kinda sound like yelling."

"Oh, I know that kind of music," Cas replies seriously and writesit down. "So you think if I take your dad to watch a movie and eat a burgerwith me and then make him drive his car somewhere where we can watch the sunsetwhile his music is playing, he would kiss me?"

"Yes! And then you’d be boyfriends!"

"That’s a good plan. When should we do that?"

"Tomorrow!" Emma squeals.

"I think tomorrow is good, what do you think, Dean?"

"Uhm, what?" Dean shakes his head, confused. He thought the whole conversation was just a weird dream but now he has a creeping suspicion it’sreal.

"I take you to movies and burgers and sunset watching so we can becomeboyfriends. Tomorrow. If you want."

"Say yes, you dumbass."

"Don’t call your father a dumbass, young lady."

"Sorry," she mutters.

"So?" Cas turns back to Dean. He’s all serious but the corners ofhis lips are twitching.

Dean exhales heavily. "Alright, tomorrow."

Castiel grins brightly. "Will you give me your phone number so I cancall you?" he asks and shoves his notepad into Dean’s hands.

Dean writes down his number, still feeling like he’s in trance.

"Well, I’m really sorry, I have to go now. But I’m very happy I metyou, princess, and your handsome father." He ruffles Emma’s hair before standingup and she giggles even though she hates when Dean does the same to her.

She lifts the brass angel to give it back but Cas shakes his head."Keep it. I think it wants you to have it."

"Thank you, Cas!" she squeals and climbs on her chair so she canthrow her arms around him. He chuckles and squeezes her lightly.

"Be a good girl and stay near your dad, alright?"

"I will, promise!"

"Good," Cas nods before turning to Dean. "See youtomorrow," he says and gives him the most exaggerated wink the world hasever seen. Dean can’t help but chuckle.

Cas waves at them and leaves. Dean watches before the crowd swallows him,then he looks at his daughter.

"What the hell was that?"

She shrugs innocently. 

[blackhakumen]

Fanfic #31: Lost and Found (RWBY AU)

Everyone can have their days whether if it's good, bad, or even full of surprises. And it's no exception for the local farm boy himself, Oscar Pine.

Ever since he was enrolled to Beacon High School, life has suddenly became an adventure for him (Figuretively and Literally). He learned something new everyday in classes, became a proud member of a club, have gained many new friends who he loves and cares for, he even got himself a fun and an amazing girlfriend, who is the leader of that said club. Things has been really great for him for the most part.

But then one day......Oscar received news that had drastically changed his life forever. His Aunt.....the only family member he has left in his life.....had passed away in her sleep. The moment he received that tragic news, Oscar felt the world had just... instantly stops around him. It didn't make him burst out in rage or in complete sadness...it just.... completely shocked him...that the one person who practically raised him ever since he was a child.....had left the face of the Earth.

The sadness of his heart came in full force once the funeral of his aunt was close of being over. Once he step into his room alone....the poor farm boy couldn't help but to let out every bit of heartache and sorrow that he had been hiding for the past few days of his aunt's passing....by crying his eyes out. His cries was so heartbreaking that Ruby and the rest of their friends who attended the funeral, instantly took notice by rushing towards the room and comforting their devastated friend the best way they could before he would eventually tired himself out to sleep. Qrow and Tai even agreed to let themselves and the kids stay the rest of the night at his aunt's farm just to keep Oscar's company.

A few days later, things have finally went back to normal for the most part. While he's still saddened by his aunt's death, Oscar does whatever he can to keep moving forward in life even though his sadness is still within his heart. He tried his hardest to keep that sadness in check just so his friends wouldn't have to worry about him too much. Unfortunately, it only made them worried even more than before. The two friends from his group who was worried about the farm boy the most, however, were the two seniors, Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie.

Ever since they first met, Nora would (somehow) always see Oscar as her cute, freckled son, with Ren going along with the idea just cause. The two couple has shown their sincere love and care for the boy as time goes on. Which made them all the more heartbroken to see their baby hurting and bottling up his emotions like this. So one day, they both decided to have Oscar to tag along with them as they drove towards a nearby cemetery where he could hopefully have this much needed talk.

Oscar: (Couldn't Believe what he's seeing) R-Ren....is this...

Ren: My parents' gravestones?....Yeah....My father was a proud military veteran before I was even born. And my mother ran a very famous flower shop in my hometown....Things were pretty simple during those days.....

Oscar: (Was Almost Very Hesitant to Ask Ren the next question) So.....W-What happened to them?

Ren: Well....('Sigh') When I was young, my father was killed in the act of duty....two years after....my mother died from a sudden illness....

Oscar: Ren......I-I am so sorry.....

Ren: (Gave Oscar a Sad and Small Smile) It's okay, Oscar. It was a really tragic moment for me, yes, but I knew that neither of them would want me feel this sad about their passing. So I've move on and lived a better life. And I wouldn't be where I am now if I hadn't met Nora during that time.

Nora: (Place a hand on Ren's Shoulder with a reassuring smile)

Oscar: (Felt a little better to see Ren happy) Well I'm glad you were able to get through all of that. (A lot better than I could right now....) (Turns to Nora) What about you, Nora? W-What was your parents like?

Nora: (Suddenly Turns away in sorrow)..........

Oscar: Nora?

Nora: O-Oscar.....I.... honestly..... have no idea who my parents were?....

Oscar: (Eyes Begins to Widened once he's realizing where Nora's going from all of this) My god.....N-Nora.... I'm so sorry.....

Nora: (Turns around and gives Oscar the Sweetest and Saddest Smile She could give him right now) It's okay, sweetie. Not gonna lie, it was really... really hard for me back then..... Walking in the dangerous streets and whatnot....(Hugged Ren's Arm while having tears coming out of her eyes) But I was so blessed that I've met this amazing boy in life....It made me really happy, you know? To live the rest of my childhood with him and all.... meeting every single one of our friends in high school.... Including you....

Oscar: Even me?

Nora: Definitely....('Sniff') You mean the world to us too....('Sniff') We love you guys soooo much. (Burst out crying on Ren's shoulder)

Ren: (Turns to Oscar as he comforts Nora) Oscar, we understand what it's like to lose someone you love.....think that you have no one else to come to in this world.... But we both want you to know that you're NOT alone as you think you are. Because you still have me, Nora, Ruby, Jaune, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Penny, Sun, Neptune and everyone of our friends who loves you and will always be there for you no matter what happens. So....we really hope that you'll never forget that you're always welcome to come to any of us if you ever need someone to talk to.... okay?

Oscar: (Starts To Slowly Smile at his two friends) Yeah..... I'll always remember thay. T-Thank you guys so much.

Nora: (Finally Calmed herself down) You're always welcome, sweetie-pie. We love you so much.

Oscar: And I love you guys too. So...is this the only reason why you two brought me here?

Ren: Yes....but there is something else we been meaning to ask you... Even before either of us even thought about bringing you here.

Oscar: Really?

Ren: (Nodded) This... might be too much to ask but... Oscar, would you like....to move in with us and Jaune?

Oscar: (Surprised by Ren's Request) You..... really want me to move in with you guys?

Nora: (Gently Grab both of Oscar's hands) Of course we do, Oscar. We've already told Jaune about it and he wanted you to move in too. We could be like one happy family together, just the four of us. (Gives Oscar the sad puppy dog eyes) Pleeeasee?

Oscar: ...............You know.....ever since my aunt died....I honestly thought I was going to be alone for a long time.......

Ren: Oscar......

Oscar: But now.....you two helped me realize that....I don't have to go through this all by myself.....that it made me see that each and everyone of you guys are like a huge family I never thought I wanted up until now.....So yeah......(Looks up Nora with a happy, tears filled eyes) I would love to move in with you. If it's really okay with you guys, of course.

And before he knew it, Nora twirl the farm boy around and gave him a big, heartfelt hug, with Ren happily joining along as well. Indicating that the longtime couple would love nothing more than to have their baby boy move in to their home with them and Jaune.

Life has been pretty challenging for Oscar to endure these past couple of days since his aunt's passing, but he finally realized that as long as he has friends/family by his side, he positive that he'll be able to go through whatever life has in store for him and beyond.

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Bonded

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:3.4k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more; you.

Series: Masterlist l Part 1 I Part 2

                                   Part 3: What’s this warmth?

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It’s hard to believe but you found yourself intercept with Yoongi’s life more and more now. As soon as you realize how deep you got in this mess, you already spent your free time in Yoongi’s dorm, spending time teaching Inara shapes and colours rather than spend some good twenty minutes at your favourite coffee shop on the other side of the town. You don’t mind it, that’s what surprises you the most.

You don’t mind teaching Yoongi physics concepts and basics while his daughter cling onto your thigh, tugging your shirt so that you’ll pay her some attention. You don’t mind knowing that there’s a few pairs of your shirts and pants in Yoongi’s closet, you hardly bother! At one point it scares you how normal this feel like. You feel something shift in you when you look at Inara and Yoongi now, but you can’t figure out what. You blink back to reality when you feel like you had been spacing out for too long. You found yourself staring at the blinking cursor on your laptop, an unwritten essay in front of you.

You sigh and massage the spot on your forehead hoping to release some tension. You know this chemistry essay actually contributes a lot of points in your final results, but the pressure of finishing it in time gives you the thought of ditching some random things in it. A small tug on the hem of your shirt makes you look down, and suddenly, nothing matters anymore.

Inara looks up to you with her round shining eyes, a drool escaped the corner of her mouth. You chuckled as you reach out to tuck a stray strand of her baby hair from her face, which is sticky as it had mixed with her saliva. Her fingers are in her mouth, an early sign of hunger you noted. But she had been trying to eat her own hand for like 10 minutes now. Where is Yoongi?

You glance upward to the kitchen, finding the back view of Yoongi struggling. You sigh, resisting the urge to get up and lend a hand. You had helped him a lot already, it was time he learn to take care of Inara on his own. You just hope it went well. You glance down to Inara when she huff.

“I know, he’s taking forever right? Tell your father to hurry up.”

As then, Inara raised her voice, but it came out incoherent as ever. It’s good that she’s learning to talk but at times, bless your eardrums, or anyone within the 10 meter radius because this kid just loves to raise her voice.

“Ah Y/n, she’s upset!”

You heard Yoongi’s alarmed voice before your eyes catch his head peeked out from the kitchen.

“Oh shit sherlock, you figured all by yourself. How brilliant!”

“Y/n,”, he warned, “ not the time for your shit. Just…entertain her for a moment.”

When Yoongi disappeared again, Inara raised her voice higher, a frown etched on her tiny face.

‘Too late’, you thought. You know she’s gonna throw a fit soon, and distracting her now would only upset her. You saved your unfinished essay and close your laptop, you were thinking of writing at least two paragraphs today, so that you won’t be too far behind the due date. Guess you can throw that thought away now, there’s no way you could even make any progress with the crying kid by your side.

Inara crawl away to her toys, all while crying and leaving a saliva trail on the floor. You sigh, at least she’ll be occupied on her own. You pull down your spectacles and leave it on your laptop, finally decided that you just have to intervene with all this act of feeding one single kid. Yoongi soon came in running, bottle of milk in hand. You scoffed, he looks like he just came back from war, or maybe he did, in his own way?

You walk up to him, “let me feed her, a whining baby is a lot harder to fed.”

But once the bottle is in your hand, your eyes widen.

“What the- Yoongi! Are you out of your mind?!”

You yanked his hand toward you and turn the bottle in hand upside down, a few drops of it fall down onto Yoongi’s arm.

“Ouch ouch, that’s hot!”

“Even you admit it’s hot, how do you ever think she’s gonna take this? It’ll burn her throat, no scratch that the milk will melt her tongue before anything else.”

You hurried into the kitchen, filled a bowl with tap water and ice then continue to submerge the bottle in hop to turn the boiling hot milk to lukewarm before the crying in the living room gets louder. You’ve told Yoongi that you didn’t mind about the constant crying, but what you do mind is the knock on your door after it. The other residence had been complaining about it a few times now, you were afraid Yoongi will be kicked out sooner than later. Yoongi, with that calm as fuck  face told you not to worry about them as he’ll handle it, and he sure keep his words when every time someone came knocking on the door, Yoongi said he’ll have a few ‘calm and peaceful talk’ with them. You’re secretly convinced that Yoongi beat the shit out of them, because well he once got a reputation for always getting into fights during freshman year, but once you confronted him when he’s about to throw a fist at a guy yanking your bag in the library, you swear you never heard any news whatsoever about another fight, not even gossip. You were scared you’ll be the next victim, but mostly proud you’re able to change something about someone. It feels good.

On the other hand, Yoongi eyed your figure with much adoration, he didn’t say it out loud but he really really really am grateful for everything that you had done. Who knows what’ll happen to his daughter if you’re not here, he can’t bring himself to say it out loud, but he sure will accidentally kill her daughter without meaning to. You had been a sturdy backbone to him in this mess, he’s scared that one day he opens his eyes and you decided that you’re done with all this shit he’s in, but up to this day you’re still here, beating the shit out of him first before lending a hand. He’s not someone who can display his affection out to public, words are really not his best weapon in hand. He’s afraid that you’ll feel like he used you because he didn’t said thank you out loud. He wanted to, though.

You came back into the living room, pick up Inara and try to feed her. But she had gone hungry for a while, it’s hard to make her open up her mouth and accept the milk.

“Come on sweetie, waiting’s over.”

By the third time you gently push in the bottle’s nipple into her mouth, only then she quiets down, and the world is peaceful as it can be again. Her small fingers curled into a fist, enjoying the bliss of finally being fed.

“I’m sorry your father is a grade ‘A’ kind of fool, but I swear he’s a genius when it’s come to his music.”

“I heard that”

“I wanna you to hear it anyway so what’s your point?”

You take a sit on the sofa and proceed to feed Inara, while Yoongi picked up her toys that litter on the floor, putting it into her basket. He realized one of her block went missing so he went on a little hunt finding it. He bend down to check under the sofa, not there. He craned his neck to check the kitchen floor, not there either.

“Yoongi, what are you searching for?”

“Inara’s block, you know the one with banana picture on it, with the letter C and D.”

“Try checking the dinner table.”

Yoongi walk in silent, eyes widen slightly when he finally spotted the said block, right under one of the chair. He went to fetch it, and his eyes frozen on your laptop.

“You found it?”

You didn’t get a response, “Yoongi?”

“Ah yeah, I found it. Hey, what’s you’re working on your laptop?”

“Chemistry essay, I guess I’ll be staying up late tonight, I’m waaaay behind due dates.”, you sigh.

“Essay? I thought you finished it the first week after we got the task.”

It caught you off guard how Yoongi know about it, you wanted to ask how did he know, but thinking that maybe he heard it from someone around campus. It was no shock you’re not someone who likes to procrastinate a lot, and yes you did finish your essay, but it wasn’t yours, not anymore at least.

“I umm, the file got lost.”

“What, really?”

“Yeah, I left my laptop on all night and umm it shut down. The file got lost.”, you advert your gaze to Inara who’s still drinking her milk quietly, not wanting to make any eye contact with Yoongi.

“That…doesn’t sound like you.”

“I was too tired that night.”

“And you didn’t save a backup?”

“No…”

“Are…you lying?”

Your eyes snapped open, how can Yoongi see through you so easily? If anyone else asks the same question, they stop right after they were told that you lost the file, no further question. But again this is Yoongi, nothing about him is ordinary. You were really taken back how much he can tell when you’re not genuine about yourself, how? Should you be afraid when you’re in front of Yoongi you’re this vulnerable?

The small push on your hand makes you look to Inara again, properly this time. She had finished her milk and was smiling widely to you.

“All full, spark?”

Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arm, “What do you take my daughter as, a puppy?”

“Then I better call the genius world record or something because this will be the cutest puppy ever known to mankind. Right sweet melon? Right? Who’s the cutest? You are, my pumpkin pie, cutest ever!”

“Okay now I prefer Spark rather than you throwing in random nickname for her.”

“I told you, spark is the best, because you know why?”, You picked Inara up so that your eyes stare right into hers, “Inara means light, and light comes from spark! You’re gonna grow up to be the most beautiful girl ever!”

Yoongi wanted to argue, because the most beautiful girl would be the one holding her daughter now, on the sofa, hair let down freely in the most ethereal way Yoongi could ever think of, but yet he keeps his mouth shut.

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It’s not like you never met Jimin, you did before. Yoongi introduced you to his friends, which happen to be Namjoon’s friends too. You met them once when Namjoon, your closest friend in your alpha study group, introduce you. But you weren’t someone who remember name so quickly, face yeah you can recognize but name umm, that’s gonna take a while.  You were grateful enough Yoongi introduce you all over again, you’re able to grasp their names by then. But that was all interaction you ever had, you don’t hang around them so much. So it is an understatement that you were shocked Jimin greeted you first. You’re surprised he know you.

“Ah you don’t recognize me huh? I’m Pa-“

“Park Jimin, sophomore best looking dance major. Hard to not know you when you’re in every gossip there ever exist on campus ground.”

“Yeah I guess that can’t be helped huh. I’m a party people after all. You’re…heading to the boys' dormitories?”

“Yoongi’s place.”

“Ah so I assume you know about his daughter?”

“Inara”, you corrected him, “Yes, been taking care of her for a while now.”

“Wow, you even know her name. I don’t get any other info than it’s a she. Hyung didn’t share much with the group, I think I get to know more than just gender considering I’ll be the best ever uncle in uncle history.”, he pouted. Cute, you thought.

“Uncle history?”

“As in the uncle there ever is, I’ll be the best.”

You can’t help yourself, it was a reflect when you let out a small chuckle, finding the boy in front of you really living up to his name.”

“Well, aren’t you charming? You’ll be the most handsome uncle there is.”

“Woah there, not most handsome, Seokjin hyung will kill me if he knows I got that title. More like the second handsome then? Seokjin hyung is a red rose, I’m just a sunflower. I can’t imagine someone choosing a sunflower over roses.”

“It is possible when the sunflower shines bright on its own.”

Jimin smiled down at you, funny that even when you’re in front one of the campus most good looking guy, your mind still thought of Yoongi. How Jimin’s smile didn’t give you the same warmth Yoongi did, is it something to be worried of? Jimin hold out his hand to you, which you take in with your own in a firm handshake.

“Let me introduce myself properly. Park Jimin, the one and only roommate of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you.”

“Y/L/N Y/N, the one and only unofficial babysitter of the daughter of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you too.”

“Since we’re heading the same way, let me give you a ride. As a thank you for making sure Min Yoongi still function properly as a human while I’m away.”

“He did that a lot?”

“What, drinking only black coffee and survive on nothing in his system while working on his music? Yeah, that’s the ordinary life of Min Yoongi.”

You frown, you thought the burden of having to take care of a young kid affects him to live normally as a human being but no, Jimin told you it’s just the normal cycle of a Min Yoongi. It worries you, he’ll suffer from malnutrition at this rate.

“Oh but no worries, you changed his habit. Believe it or not, I found him at the newly opened café a few blocks away from the campus and get this, having lunch! I never thought I would live to see Min Yoongi have lunch”, Jimin dramatically put his hand on his heart, looking up to the sky.

“He…didnot have lunch before?”

“Never an early one, always late in the evening or he’ll have early dinner instead, after some serious music threatening of course.”

That’s weird, in your presence, Min Yoongi never miss his meal, if there’s such thing as persuading, he’s the one that persuades you to eat properly. Jimin must’ve been talking about the wrong guy.

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The knock on the door pulls Yoongi out from his trance of despair. He put away the broken shards in hand into the bin before turning to her daughter who had been smiling at her all along.

“No Inara, in this household we don’t throw mugs.”

The kid offer one of her blocks to Yoongi, to which Yoongi take it, “What am I gonna do with you huh little one?”

The knock came again and Yoongi put down the block, “Stay here, dad gonna open the door okay?”

After getting an incoherent chorus of answer from his daughter, he walks to the door, ready to invite Y/n in, but as soon his eyes landed on the person behind the door, he quickly closes it. The person outside pushes open the door, trying to hold Yoongi from closing it

“You’re dead to me”

“Aww come on, let me in.”

“No”

“I got my own share to see her.”

“Yoongi”, another soft familiar voice calls out his name and soon Yoongi opened the door as wide as it can get, a smile etched on his face.

“Oh you’re here.”

“Sorry I’m late, I met Jimin on the way here.”

Yoongi glance to the person beside you, eyes scanning him from top to bottom, “I figured. Come in, Inara had been throwing mugs again.”

You stepped in pass Yoongi right into the living room to meet a lonely kid playing on her own. She need more toys, you thought. Yoongi, on the other hand, had been struggling to close back the door.

“Hyung come one! I’m your roommate.”

“Was, as in past tense. You really think you could just leave me alone in the dorm and come back just like that?”

“I was at Taehyung’s! He need some company after his first time moving out from his parents. Anyway, not that you’re ever alone though.”

Yoongi stopped trying to close the door and look straight into Jimin’s eyes, his 1 cm difference in height gives him advantage, somehow. “10 minutes max.”

“What?”

“You got 10 minutes before I’ll kick you out again.”

“That’s not fair, I wanna play with Inara”

“Do it in 10 minutes”

He sighs before stepping inside, letting Yoongi closed the door as he walked into the living room. His frown earlier slowly turn into a wide grin upon seeing a small figure munching on kitten squeaky toy in front of the sofa. The kid stop munching when she realizes Jimin’s presence.

“Hello there”, Jimin whispered.

Inara hands out the kitten squeaky toy to Jimin, the snout wet from saliva but even then Jimin take it without second thought. “Thank you, I’m Jimin, your sunflower uncle”, he keeps his voice considerable low, like speaking out loud could scare the kid away. Inara looks at her, her mouth forms into a pout as her small hand touches Jimin’s cheek.

“Hyung, I’m gonna cry”

“Outside, not here. I’ve seen you cry and it’s nowhere comfortable.”

“How can you keep this treasure away from us, she’s such an angel.”

Jimin’s remark earned a loud scoff from both you and Yoongi. “Stay around long enough, I’m sure you’ll rephrase your words. Here Yoongi.”

You offered a mug of coffee to Yoongi, to which he took with a smile on his lips. Jimin watched the whole scene in awe, standing up to take the mug you offered to him then proceed to join Yoongi on the sofa. You sit down in front of Inara with your bag in hand and pull out a green box from it.

“Look Inara”, you shake the box and watch Inara’s eyes grow wider, her attention is definitely on you now. She throw the block in her hand away and unintentionally hit Jimin’s shin.

“Ow!”

Yoongi laughed over, his hand holding his stomach, his laugh sounds maniac to some, even to Jimin at the moment. Jimin leapt over his hyung to head locked him, to which Yoongi tried to escaped helplessly.

Ignoring the commotion behind you opened the box and pull out a cracker before handing it to Inara.” I don’t know what flavour you like, I just brought the strawberry one because well…your father like strawberry stuff, I just thought the gene got passed down.”

Inara took a bite of it before looking up at you, eyes wide and she started to talk, well more like attempt to because it all come out incoherent anyway.

“This is Strawberry flavoured. Straw-bey-ry”, you pronounced it one by one so she understand.

Inara proceed to speak unclearly, basically attacking you with her own words that only she understands. It’s cute if she’s not so aggressively swing her cracker that some of the crumbs fall down.

“You don’t like it? How about pumpkin one?”

She let out a small cry of despair.

“Okay okay not pumpkin, banana?”

Inara suddenly fall quiet, eyes sparkling, mouth open so wide that another drop of saliva fall down.

“Banana then, you really have a thing for banana huh?”

You just watched Inara quietly munching on the rice cracker. Once in awhile she offered it to you so you took a small bite of it, grimacing at the mixed taste of strawberry and saliva. Unknown to you, Yoongi and Jimin had stop their small fight to look at you, well, mostly Yoongi did anyway. Jimin look between you and Yoongi, back to you then to Yoongi again. Slowly, a knowing smile appeared.

He leaned in and whispered, “You should just date her hyung.”

“What”, Yoongi bashfully look straight to Jimin and headlock him. “Stop saying nonsense”

Yoongi didn’t have anything against you, he was sure of it. The warmth that spreads in his chest is nothing, he didn’t turn on the ac, that’s why he was sweating. Yeah, that’s why.

[siamesesouls]

I finally made this fic of my Kiane babies meeting Howzer, oh boi this is gonna be sweet. Hope ya’ll love it <3

It's been a long time since the Boar's Hat hosted a Sin's Reunion but it was a really special day, one worth the preparation. It was early morning when the sunny rays of light gently caressed the rosy cheeks of the young kids' faces as they hopped onto their parents' bed, giggles came out of the oldest one, Magnolia as she clung to her father's neck in an attempt to wake him up from his beauty sleep, the calm snoring he produced abruptly stopped as his first child violently stomped on his chest with her tiny body.

—"FWAAAAA" He yelled while the air on his lungs escaped from his chest in a painful manner.

—"Mooornin' Papa!" Magnolia cheerily exclaimed while his father still tried to catch a breath with his kid suffocating him.

—"Magnolia, I've told you sweetie not to sit on your father's chest, he can't breathe like that!" The Giantess sighed while being gently hold by their little boy.

—"And you...how are you my little cutie pie?" asked while she started to tickle her son, Cloud.

King began to cough as the little child unseated herself of his chest, soon noticing it was getting late for their friends' reunion, he put Magnolia on the ground and thank her for waking him up. Just as her tiny feet touched the ground she pointed her index finger and ordered her little brother to leave their parents alone so they could get ready for today with a demanding, almost cocky attitude, Cloud obeyed almost immediately and exit their room quickly.

—"God, she likes being bossy" King told his loved one with a grin on his face, proud of what they've made together.

They got out of bed to check on their little daughter; Rosa lying on her beautifully made cradle, the sheets touching just to her tender face was truly a divine sight for them.

A family, something they’ve only dreamt of having has been made true thanks to their efforts; they couldn’t believe how lucky they were of being with each other and of course the children by their side.

The air was way denser than before as their rosy cheeks turned into a beet red color, getting close for a kiss when…

—“Papa, Mama, stop flirting! We are gonna be late” Magnolia totally killed the mood for them. Well, some things can’t be helped.

Once they were ready they didn’t waste a single moment as King prepared the Chastiefol transforming it into his signature pillow for his whole family to reach Liones as soon as possible.

It was such a beautiful sight, the hills covered in thick green foliage rushing passed their eyes in one fluid motion, although they could still see the Sacred Tree from miles thanks to its colossal height it was a fun trip for the children since they had never taken a single step out of the borders of their home.

—“We are here” that single word made by their father was more than enough to make their little hearts go wild, despite their excitement they didn’t act rashly as they were careful enough with their dear mother and both the baby on her arms and their unborn sister.

Still holding tightly onto her, the children were left awestruck by the lively and crowded streets of the capital kingdom.

—“We’ll have plenty of time to travel around the city but for now we need to go to the Boar’s Hat” said the mighty Fairy King in a warm tone while pointing his family into the direction of the bar.

They don’t remember the last time they were this outside of the forest but both King and Diane could still remember when they’d given birth to their first two children in that same bar.

Nostalgia hit both of them in the face as they were already at the entrance, that place was filled with so many good memories for them; they even celebrated their honeymoon in there. The calming sighs of the wind along their kids’ tender voices were enough to wake them up from their daydreaming.

They were received by Elizabeth who noticed someone standing in front of the door, as she invited them to come in she noticed the two kids hidden behind their mother’s legs, at first they were nervous specially Cloud who was petrified under the thought of meeting someone new, he’s always been the shy little boy who never played around with anyone other than his golems. Magnolia stepped out of her hiding spot first giving a huge smile to Elizabeth as she gently hugged the pigtailed toddler.

Immediately crushed by his older sister’s bigger personality and charisma, the brunet little boy realized he was so useless at that type of meetings, how could he meet someone new without ruining it up? As he looked at her he couldn’t help but feeling hopeless at the sight of her getting along with someone so quickly, it was excruciating and painful, albeit he didn’t want anyone to feel pity for him not being able to relate to someone who wasn’t his family, he just stood there at the verge of tears when Diane took him and suddenly bringing him into her embrace.

—“There’s no need for you to force yourself to do anything you don’t want to” She said with such a soothing tone, making him feel safe, protected and warm. He could feel his tears drying up as he felt another hand caressing his hair, it was Elizabeth’s, suddenly apologizing for not realizing sooner what she did, or better, didn’t do. With his tiny hands he held onto her fingers while looking into her eyes, he was so happy feeling his cries were understood.

Just as he was getting comfortable with the tender warmth of his mother he immediately felt another presence closing in, it was Gilthunder and Howzer getting ready for their drinking hour.

Cloud felt threatened at the sight of more people he didn’t want to meet, luckily Gilthunder stayed at a safe distance saluting Elizabeth then the fairy and giant couple, while Howzer didn’t respect the space as he went right on to Diane’s side.

—“Wow, Diane it’s being a really long time since we’ve seen each other li―” just as he was getting closer and closer, Cloud gave him a cold killer glare in an effort to keep him as far as possible from the cheery Giantess.

—“Sorry Howzer, this is my son Cloud, he’s a little shy but I hope you get along pretty well” those words fell harshly at Howzer’s ears, who didn’t even stopped to think that his love rival would rise so triumphantly against him to win Diane’s affection. He couldn’t process the idea of someone so unmanly and crybaby like King actually winning his love interest’s heart, it was so unfair according to him. Cloud was still looking at him with a bit of disdain.

“Who was this man? And why was he looking at him almost jealously like? Was he-?” His train of thought suddenly halted by Howzer coming back to the cruel reality of King and Diane being together; well he tried to be the bigger man and showing his right hand to the little boy as a sign of peace between them, albeit the almost busting vein in Howzer’s forehead said otherwise. Cloud wasn’t happy either, he was looking straight at the grown up fingers of his hand getting close to him while moving away as fast as possible from his fake act.

Diane was getting worried about Cloud, so she decided to quickly excuse herself and face away from Howzer while trying to calm her little boy down.

Howzer was at a loss for words after being ignored yet again by Diane and her child; well he wasn’t going to let that sour moment ruin his drinking hour so he seated himself onto one of the wooden stools near the entrance and ordered a beer while Gilthunder was waiting to talk to Meliodas. His aggravated stare at the sight of the Fairy and Giantess couple while clenching his teeth was more than enough to catch Magnolia’s attention, the orange haired toddler was looking at Howzer’s face while hugging her little teddy bear, Harlequin.

—“What do you want?” he asked with a dry, rude tone.

She didn’t answer with words yet she let her glare do the talking, it was an awkward moment for both of them, as he brushed her off with a bit of attitude like nothing, a tsk was emitted from her tiny lips as she suddenly threw a bottle she found on the ground right at his side face.

—“What the hell!?!?” he shouted right back at her on a menacing stance.

—“What the hell is with you? She is just a child” Gilthunder replied to his infuriated friend, as Howzer let a sigh of bitterness out of his lungs. He was right, why was he getting so worked up over a brat? He needed to keep his cool.

She was still there looking at him and when their eyes met she took advantage of the circumstance sticking her tongue out at him.

—“You should know that I’m the Chief Holy Knight as thus you should be more respectful with me” He clarified with a mighty yet presumptuous like voice.

—“I don’t care, my father is way stronger than you” she cut him out faster than he would’ve expected it, his patience was beginning to show its edge as he got up of his drinking spot just to trip up with a raised ledge of the floor made by Cloud’s earth magic, hitting his face to the ground.

He exclaimed angrily at her waiting for retaliation, surprisingly for everyone around she began crying at his words calling for her mom to come save her from the apparently bad man.

Diane was closing in as Howzer’s heart stopped beating at the menacing sight of her murderous intent, he reacted a little too late to explain things up as Diane didn’t heard a word of his excuses threatening him to stop harassing her daughter, just as she turned her back at him Magnolia looked straight at him with a wide grin on her face fully knowing her plan worked.

Howzer was left numb at the sudden threat she made, asking himself why she did that.

—“Because she is an amazing mom” Cloud proudly told, puffing his chest alongside his older sister Magnolia doing the same.

—“We won’t let you do as you please with her you sad sack” Magnolia answered in a cocky voice definitely insulting Howzer, as he was so close to using his magic against the children when Gilthunder approached him certainly disappointed at the sight of him being angered by mere toddlers.

Howzer froze completely by the kids running into their father’s side, as he was holding the newborn Rosa on his arms asking what was going on.

—“I-it’s nothing of your concern” he said while having a zip of his drink.

King noticed something was wrong but instead decided to tell his kids they were to get going back to the Fairy King’s Forest.

As they both hopped joyfully to their father’s arms ready to leave the tavern so they parted ways with a tender hug to Elizabeth, which she invited them to stay any time they wanted much to the kids excitement for coming back to the Boar’s Hat again soon.

Just as they were leaving Howzer couldn’t help but look at them with a tender glare. They were kids after all; maybe he was wrong at judging them so quickly. He went to apologize for all the troubles he caused, as the kids were heavily surprised at first, he sounded sincere though so they gave him a handshake as a true peace sign. Just for now. He’ll rue the day he tries something funny with their Mama, somehow they were looking forward to make him suffer even more.

[bearwiththe-goldenheart]

Caramia and the Kiddos!

Special gift/art trade for @lavendel080! Happy Birthday Yomi!

Word Count: 1,904

Trigger Warning: None mostly fluff!

Characters: Caramia Oz, Axel Oz, Arion Oz, and Elodie Oz

Being the son of a Don was no easy task, Arion learned this at a young age. There were times that his father wouldn't come home after midnight because of work related issues, there were times when he come home covered in bruises and beaten up. It was terrifying for a child to see so much at a young age, and even though his parents desperately wanted the best for him and his siblings, Arion understood that it couldn't be helped; work was work, after all. The times that Caramia did in fact have a moment to rest, he always spend it with his beloved family: those were cherished memories and Arion wouldn't have it any other way.

So when Caramia declared that he was taking him and Elodie a trip around town, it certainly surprised him. His father was always a hard worker and with limited free time he had, he used that time to take care of his pregnant wife. However even though his children were so understanding about his job and whatnot, even their patience could sometimes wear thin, some more than others and even though Arion desperately tried to keep his composure together as the eldest son, he couldn't help but feel just a bit frustrated... the same could be said for Elodie, who was struggling far worse than Arion. And though the kids tried to not let it show, they knew nothing could escape the all knowing lion's eye.

"W-we're really taking a trip! But what about your work!?" Arion questioned, unlike his younger sister who was practically jumping in joy, he felt uncertain of the whole ordeal after all he didn't want his father to feel like he was doing a bad job at being there for them, being a don is hard after all.

"It's fine really, if anything did happen, Kyrie can handle it!" The lion casually brushed off his concerns, his signature smile never leaving his face, though Arion had his reasons to worry, Caramia knew very well that both of his children greatly missed spending time with their father and so what better way to spend time with them then a stroll around the town? He has been meaning to find a way to avoid Kyrie's ridiculous request that "could benefit the famiglia" and spend time with his family as well, so it's a win-win situation for all!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go already…!!" Elodie cheerful yet impatient voice, broke the tense questioning between her older brother and her father. Pulling on Arion hand, she dragged him toward the oz entrance, giggling the whole time as her older brother frantically tried to get her to stop, yelling and screaming and whatnot. As the two cubs were getting close to the entrance, Caramia trailed behind them, chuckling at the scene ahead of wearing a smile of pure happiness, it felt like centuries since the last time he could settle down with just him and his kids and he couldn't have it any other way.

"Now Elodie let your brother go please- wait Elodie put him down! Elodie-!"

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Usually the sound of his people lively cheers were like music to the don's ears, however his attention was elsewhere than the shrieking sound of his fangirls that were near.

"Hey dad do you think that mom would like it if we buy something for her and the baby?" Elodie asked curiously. Caramia smiled at her, always delighted to answer her questions no matter how ridiculous they seemed. On the other side of the spectacle there was Arion, from the moment he was born, he became a nervous wreck and today was no different: he constantly turned around as if someone there was going after them, he kept glancing over the same spot as if a dog was going to jump from behind the bushes and attack him.

"Would you stop that already?! It's getting really annoying, just enjoy the moment for once!" Elodie snapped at her older brother. She just didn't know why he couldn't let loose for once and even though she knew it was just him being ridiculous, his paranoid attitude  was starting to rub off her just a bit….

"S-sorry…!" Arion squeaked out an apology, putting his head down in shame. The last thing he wanted was for his little sister to feel unsafe because of him, not only that but with his dad so close, he couldn't afford to look so wimpy and cowardly in front of him. Taking Elodie advice, Arion decided to put on his big boy pants and just enjoy the moment for a while.

"Hmm it looks like there's a new sweet shop in town, I have never been there before, let's go check it out" Caramia casually changes the subject. His father instincts were kicking in and he could feel the tension between his two cubs, and didn't want an argument to stir up in the middle of town square, so he brought up a topic that would demolish all the bad vibes.

"So that was what uncle Axel was talking about!! We definitely have to go there so we can grab to him about it!" Elodie said excitedly, quickly forgetting the fact that she was supposed to act cross toward Arion.

"T-that could be fun…!" Arion agreed, a small smile quickly replacing his frown. Caramia shot them a grin in their direction, as he swung the door open, greeted by a fresh wave of air and a stuffed man.

"Axel is that you…?"

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Never in a million years would Caramia imagine to see his caporegime -of all people-, stuffing their face with cake, that looked to be his 50th one as the waitress was handing him another one. Slowly crunching on the chocolate covered strawberries, Axel embarrassingly wipes off the frosting from his face and looked down on his table, trying to hide his colored cheeks from the don. Never would Axel have thought, he would get caught pigging out while on duty especially from Caramia no less.

"I swear it's not what it looks like…!" Axel yelped in embarrassment, trying his best to recollect himself and save face before the don starts losing all trust in him. Caramia could only stare, not sure whether he should be assumed or annoyed, after all Axel was supposed to be taking care of his pregnant wife instead of pigging out here in the sweet shop. The fact that Kyrie was the only one at the mansion with Nana, made Caramia skin shiver no less but he didn't have the energy or the time to stay mad at Axel for long, after all his little cubs were here as well.

"Aw man, great Uncle Axel already came here before! Welp now that all my bragging rights went out the window, now what!" Elodie pouted, completely ignoring what was going around her.

"Maybe we could sit with Uncle Axel since he's already here and we can share some of his cake!" Arion offered a suggestion, not wanting an argument to break out in the middle of a sweet shop.

"That's a great idea Arion, hey Axel you won't mind, won't you?" Caramia shot a grin at Axel direction, which did little to calm his nerves. Before Axel could respond, the cubs and Caramia were already taking a seat.

"Do you come here often Uncle Axel?" Elodie asked.

"Some-"

"Does Dad and Kyrie know about this?"

"W-well I-"

"Do you usually stuff your face like this on duty?"

"That's enough of that Elodie" Caramia said. Elodie let out a pout, not pleased with her father words. Caramia let out a soft sigh as he noticed her pout, she was clearly doing this to push Axel buttons and make him even more embarrassed. That was a known fact and he even he had to admit, it was amusing to watch, ultimately he didn't want their day wasted by teasing Axel all day.

"Thank you sir…" Axel mumbled under his breath, glad that the don put an end to his misery, as he had no idea how far this would have gone if he didn't.

"W-what do you usually get here Uncle Axel?" Arion asked politely, something that not even his sister could ever do properly.

"You know other than eating cake" Elodie chimed in, wearing her all knowing smirk.

"Elodie!" Arion squeaked out, not wanting to cause problems. Thankfully Axel didn't questioned it and just ignored it.

"I recommended the chocolate raspberry  parfait but if you're not into the fruity kind of sweets than I also recommended the chocolate dip cannoli!" Axel suggested, getting more and more ecstatic as he talked about the sweets. Arion quietly chuckled to himself, it was kind of amusing that the same "cold and reserved" Axel was the same person in front of them, who was geeking out about sweets.

"Haha you've always been the sweet tooth kind of guy, huh Axel" Caramia teased his caporegime. Axel flushed at the don's teasing but didn't confirm not deny his accusations.

"Oooh I want a cannoli too! Can I please get that Dad?!" Elodie asked but it sounded more like a demand.

"Sure sweetie, buy anything you like, Axel is paying after all!" Caramia cheerfully replied, though the same couldn't be said for Axel as he gloomy slouched over the chair, damn you Caramia, all he wanted was to get some cake!

"Ooooh~ If that's the case then I want this one, this one and ooh this looks good…!" Elodie looked over the menu, purposely picking every single expensive sweet she could find. Caramia chuckled at her little girl, happy she was enjoying herself.

"I swear sir, sometimes I feel like Kyrie is rubbing off on you..." Axel mumbled under his breath. Arion looked at him in pity as he gently patted his uncle's back.

"There there Uncle Axel, maybe next time won't be so bad!" Arion tried his best to comfort him, and though he felt like his efforts were in vain, but unknown to him he did manage to get a slight smile on Axel's face.

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As the cubs were busy stuffing their face with sweets or what Axel likes to call it "pigging out", both he and the don stepped out for a minute or two.

"Sir are you sure this is a good idea? Because I'm not sure Elodie could eat all that by herself" Axel expressed his concern as he watched Elodie stuffing a whole piece of chocolate pie down her throat, while Arion was desperately trying to get her to stop.

"It's fine really! If she doesn't want it, I can always give it to Nana" Caramia replied, not the least bit worried, though that didn't stop him from looking back every time, he thought could go wrong.

"I just hope that I didn't spend half of my allowance on nothing…"

"Oh relax Axel it's fine, besides it wasn't like you were the one who paid for it anyways" Caramia said a bit smugly, as he winked at him.

"W-wait sir what do you mean by that...do you mean that..?!" Coming to the realization that the don could have placed the order under his name, Axel stood there stunned not knowing how to react.

"I think you know what I mean, now lets go back inside before Elodie destroys the shop"

"Y-yes sir!"

[pocketsizedsamwinchester]

That Fiery Glow

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy

You smiled over at your boyfriend of six years. Sam glanced over at you while he was driving and smiled back at you. You heard giggling in the back seat, which prompted you to look back at your two kids: Briana, who was five, and Matthew, who was four.

"What are you two giggling about?" you questioned, teasingly.

Briana looked to her brother and whispered something into his ear, then giggled some more.

"Mommy...." Matthew smiled big.

"What, sweetie?" you chuckled.

"We gets to see uncle Dean!" he exclaimed, his face full of glee.

Sam and Dean remained close after the two stopped hunting for the apple pie life... Well sort of. They had seen each other on special occasions, like Christmas and birthdays. Sometimes Dean and his kids would drop by just because, and sometimes Sam and the kids would drop over to Dean's house, just because. Nonetheless, your kids loved when they got to see Uncle Dean. This past month was the longest time Briana and Matthew hadn't seen their uncle and cousins. They were so excited they were giddy and could barely stay still in their seats. The only thing holding them back was their seat belts.

Seven years ago, Charlotte was born. Before she was a year old, Dean and her mother were broken up. Less than two years later, her and Dean rekindled what they had before their daughter was born. Dean thought it was meant to last this time. When Krystal found out she was pregnant again, it was only another year before she took off again. Daniel was only four months old. If Dean was being honest, The three of them were better off without her.

Dean had this nice little spot, where he tucked away a massive trailer, bigger than what he and his two kids needed. The plot of land had a gate and a fence around it so nobody could break in there while Dean wasn't around. Dean invited his younger brother, his niece, his nephew, and you out for a fire. It was a pretty hefty drive from where you lived, but the drive was worth it. It was worth it to see the smiles on your kids' faces as they hugged their uncle Dean and played with their cousins. By the time you had gotten there, it was already dark.

"Dean!" Sam smiled.

"Sammy!" Dean grinned, giving the much taller man his classic bro hug. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," Sam agreed.

As Dean pulled away, he caught a glimpse of you.

"There's my girl. Y/N right? God, I haven't seen you in that long, I forget your name and face!" Dean said sarcastically.

"It's me," you giggled, "in the flesh."

"Bring it in sister," Dean chuckled, giving you a hug.

You hugged him back tightly.

"We've missed you!" you exclaimed.

"We've missed you guys too. Charlotte and Daniel have been asking about you guys."

"Yeah? Where are they? I must go see them."

After heading over to talk to your niece and nephew, Dean started the fire. While the kids headed into the trailer to play, you decided to take a seat next to the blazing fire.

"Having a drink, Y/N?" Dean asked, taking a swig of his beer.

"No, no thanks, Dean," you said politely, shaking your head.

"No?" Dean teased.

"No drink?" Sam asked. "Are you sure? You can let loose a little bit, we're staying here for the night, you know."

Seeing Dean's trailer could sleep about eight people, he could house the company, comfortably.

You shook your head, yes to answer your boyfriend's question, "Wouldn't want your pregnant girlfriend drinking, now would we?"

"Pregnant?" Sam spit out a mouth full of beer. "We said we were going to stop at two!"

"Well, things don't always go as planned, I guess," you shrugged.

You felt your cheeks heat up and your throat go dry- it was hard to swallow. You and Sam had agreed on stopping at two children. Now you figured he was mad and upset. You knew as soon as you two were in private, there would be a shit storm.

"I would love to give Charlotte and Daniel another sibling," Dean commented.

"Really?" You asked, cocking your head to the side to look at Dean.

"No, I'm only kidding."

You huffed in frustration. Sam wouldn't even look at you, he just stared at the fire intently. You couldn't believe Sam! He's such a great dad, Briana and Matthew love him so much, why wouldn't he want another baby?

"In all seriousness, Sam, you're a great father. You guys have enough room in your hearts to love another baby," Dean piped up.

"Yeah, yeah." Sam took a swig of his beer then licked his lips.

A single tear ran down over your cheek. Damn pregnancy hormones. Sam glanced up at you, then looked back at the fire guiltily.

"Please don't cry, Y/N," Sam whispered. "I brought us here to have a good time."

"How can I have a good time when you don't want the baby that you put in me?!" you exploded.

Sam quickly laid his beer down, popped up out of his seat and kneeled down in front of you. He took your much smaller hands into his bigger ones.

"Y/N, baby, I didn't say that..."

"Your tone when you said it all," you huffed.

"I was just surprised by it at first, sweetheart, that's all. I do want this baby! I really do. I'll always want another baby with you, Y/N. You're my rock, you're always there for me. I feel like an idiot for making you cry. Can you forgive me?"

You sighed, wiping your tears as you nodded your head yes.

"This was not how I planned on our night going... but I wanted to ask you something, Y/N." Sam smiled.

He adjusted his position so that he was on one knee in front of you.

"Y/N, I've loved you since the day I first met you and that's the truth. We have two beautiful kids and now... one on the way." He rubbed your belly. "I'd like to make you my wife. Will you marry me?"

You gasped as Sam pulled a white box out of his pocket. On the inside, it was red, fuzzy, velvet. The ring sparkled in the light from the fire.

"Oh my god, yes!" you exclaimed.

All your feelings about tonight went out the window once you saw the ring and heard Sam's heartfelt mini-speech. Your relationship with Sam had moved pretty quickly, seeing as you two were only together for a few months when you got pregnant with Briana. After that, you figured you two would never last and that you'd have to raise a baby all on your own. But nonetheless, here you were, six years plus two and one-quarter kids later, you two were engaged. And who better to spend this moment with, than Dean? You kissed Sam passionately as he slipped the ring on your left hand's ring finger.

"Oh, get a room, you two." Dean fake gagged. "But, congratulations."

What a perfect ending to the night.

[hazbinextgeneration]

(Special thank you to @palettepainter on the pic idea. Vaggie and Angel belongs to Vivziepop) -Second half to the other fic I did with Angel-Cake and Vaggie, takes place a few weeks after that- The night had been pretty stressful with the nightmares and screams from the nursery wing of the hotel, in fact...Almost every night was. She couldn't remember the last time she got a good night sleep before all these things started happening. All she could remember were eyes..... Eyes floating on moth wings above her baby.  Her baby shouting 'Mama'. 'MAMA!'....Over and over again. And all she could do was wake her up and chase away the eyes until the next night. She lost count how many times she broke down and shouted and tried to rip apart the own eyes that made her miserable. She deserved every horrible look they gave her. Every hateful scary emotion in their pupils. Every bad dream they caused. But they had no right to her child. But she couldn't stop it. Her daughter's eyes weren't hers. She couldn't make them stop their horrible torment on her. And every little bit of that reality made her a terrible mother. ....She wasn't the only one feeling the strain however. Her father has been strained along with their family. But it was ok...The nightmares were starting to get less frequent. They managed to sleep again. And things were slowly starting to get better.... R-Right? "Vaggie!" The voice made her jump and spin around to the angry male stomping his way down the hallway towards him. "Where is she!? I could hear her screaming through the phone Charlie was manhandlin'!!" "Would you shut up." She wasn't in the mood to deal with this. Not now. She was too tired. And not after putting her baby back to sleep. ''She's asleep. What are you even dong here? I thought you were 'going on tour'?" "I WAS, but when I hear MY KID screaming her head off for her mommy, then I make it my job to come tour back home! I want to see her now!" Luckily he didn't try to make a move to push past her like he did previous times. It was literal hell to get their toddler to sleep again. But that didn't stop the angry spider from glaring at her....Did he seem more cranky than usual-? Nah! She was probably too tired. She sighed and tried to keep standing up. "Charlie didn't have to call you...She knows I c-can do this. And Al's been working on that spell to make it all go away anyways. It's just another bad dream." The spider demon suddenly gave a look of utterly tired shock....before confusion. "What a minute. She..didn't tell you? I thought they were here when she called me." He could remember how tired he was when he had finished his ....uh...'performance' for the night and needed some sleep. But then his phone rang. Usually he would've just ignored it, but the number displayed was the Happy Hotel, and the first thing that crossed his mind was the nightmares his wittle angel was being subdued to the many times he'd have to been called at work to come talk to the little girl that refused to stop crying unless she heard the voice of both her parents. Instead what he got was a frantic Charlie and-Molly? Why was she there?- telling him he needed to come home. He needed to come home RIGHT NOW. It took almost a whole hour of incoherent screaming from the girls and him having to ask them to repeat themselves and slow down. ''Wait. Wha-....What about Pop?.....S-Slow down. I-I can't hear yous guys......Look. I'm tired as f*ck. If Molly's in trouble, keep 'er in my room and I'll be there first thing in the mor-....Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. What did Charlie say about Angie?....One at a time. I can't understand you both at ounce..............Pops wants to WHAT?!?!" He left and came straight home via emergency fast taxi (*cough* and a quick cash grab*cough*). He wouldn't loose another child to them. Not like this and ESPECIALLY not right now. The screams he heard before hanging up fueling his fear. "What are you talking about? It's been just me and OUR DAUGHTER for the past few hours." She gave him a look. "Who did you p*ss off this time? You know what started this whole mess in the first place!" "I didn't p*ss off anyone!" He quickly screamed at her. "Molly warned me about 'em!" "Warned about who?!'' She could slowly feel her infamous temper start to kick in. ''Who's following your horny a$$ THIS TIME?!" "My dad!" She froze but he kept going and fling his four arms around her gripping her as he shouted at her. "And my brother! Vaggie....." He licked his lips and looked down. He couldn't look her in the eye for the next part. "Vaggie they.." A sound like a choking gag came from his throat. "Vaggie they want her. They want her and I thought they were here already." She could see the fear from his coming out in repressed tears that made what leftover makeup he had on run down his face like hell's black rain. His tired body was shaking but she didn't know if it was from the lack of sleep they both endured or stress from the panic and fear that must've been surging through him up to this point. Maybe both for all she knew. It took her a moment for her to react. Dropping the story book about  fluffy bunnies her daughter loved to listen too, and grabbing his cheeks to make her look at her. "What the f*ck do you mean they want her?!" She shook him. "What could they possibly want her for?!'' Then, the great and confident Angel Dust, second generation mafia and feared killer....Broke down. Pink tears mixed with black mascara ran down his cheeks as more chokes  found their way out. "I-I don't know...'' "What are we gonna do?!" Panic set in. She had SEEN the many wars these gangs had caused and the death and decay that came with it. There was no way a toddler that didn't even know what a cuss word was would survive that if those idiots decided to take her out there. She shook him again."Angel, look at me! What's are they gonna do?!" "I-I-I d-don't...*gulp* know." "Well! What are you gonna do about it!?" "I DON'T F*CKING KNOW!! OK?!" He glared up at her with red anger burning in those cotton candy pink eyes. "YOU THINK I CAN TRACK THEIR EVERYTHING SINGLE F*CKING MOVE BECAUSE WE'RE F*CKING RELATED!?" He stood back up easily getting out of her grip with his taller height. "YOU DON'T THINK I'M SCARED!!......I'm scared Vags! I don't know what to think, ok?!" He tried and failed to wipe away the mess on his face. "Y-You don't think I'm not scared of the same thing happening all over again.....I don't want that...O-Ok?" The two of them stood there heavily panting and slowly coming down from their anger high, and stood there in awkward scared silence.  "....W-What are we supposed to do?" "He shook his head. "I don't know. But I do know one f*cking thing." The dangerous murder glint returned in his eyes. "I am NOT gonna lose another one, Vaggie. N-Not to them. Not like.....her. They'll get her when I'm dead six feet in the ground! D*mmit!" She gave another sigh. "Angel...You ARE dead. And you're probably already buried somewhere in the dirt." "You know what I mean. I don't know what I'll do...but I'm not letting this happen." "...Daddy?" Both flinched and looked down the hall. A sickly pink door was opened and in the doorway stood their small sixed armed baby girl. The poor girl looked just as tired as they were with a little teddy pig in her arms. She stared tiredly and confused at her parents, but even more confused at her father. Wasn't her daddy on a trip? "Why are you yelling at Mama? Did she do something bad?" "Wha-? No, no! Sweetie pie. Cupcake." He smiled tiredly and shuffled around the moth demon and with a few long strides came up to her. She was easily scooped up into his arms and pressed against his soft body in an iron grip. "Mama's just tired and doesn't want to go to bed." Vaggie scowled behind them but their daughter giggled. "How about Daddy reads you Fluffy Bunny and the Turtle again? Hmm. Would you like that?" "Yay!" The toddler bounced in his arms and perked up at the thought of her favorite story again. "Can I have ice cream for breakfast?" "N-"  ''Yes." Angel said cutting her mother off. "Mama and Daddy's gonna stick close to ya for a while and spend more time with ya. Would you like that?" "YAY!!" Angel gave her a kiss on the cheek before ducking his head to fit into the child's bedroom. Vaggie stood there staring at where they disappeared into before slowly looking back to where they story book was previously dropped. Bending over to take it in her hands ounce again- "MAMA!! The story!" She slowly smiled and began walking towards the room. Yeah. Things would go back to normal eventually.

[klaumiel]

You are all I’ve got,Damien.// Chapter 2: Mama Knows Best.

I was sitting in my favourite armchair in my parent’s house, sipping tea and chilling like every other Saturday morning. She makes the best tea in the world, like a magic elixir for all my fears and problems. Checking my phone every few minutes, I looked at my mum sitting on the sofa focused on filing her long red nails. She is beautiful as always, so classy and sophisticated, with her beautiful long black and curly hair, big brown eyes. She looked like a proper lady in her brown pencil skirt and white shirt neatly pushed inside, long legs like a model, nobody can tell that she just turned fifty-two. She was glowing. And yet, there was this familiar sadness in her eyes, I’ve seen it so many times, this look when she stares in the distance lost in her thoughts, hurts me every time seeing her like this because I know exactly what it means.

Dad promised her that this will be his last deployment and he will retire so they can finally live their lives the way they wanted, but he said that last time as well and one before that. She knew that he always wanted to reach the Captain rank, and she let him follow his dreams. Even if that meant leaving us for months every year, missing Christmas, birthdays and challenging times. He got promoted four years ago and finally, after over thirty years in the army, he had his dream job. My mother never complained, she loves him too much, after all, he was her first love her ‘hero’ as he always calls him.

She was devoted to her work as a music teacher, that always helped her in worse times, we grew up with her beautiful songs and a voice of an angel, her powerful cante flamenco only proved how magical and emotional music can be.

It was tough for her to leave Sevilla, her family and friends, but she did it for love, for my Dad. My grandmother was against it, but she did it anyway. A nineteen years old music student with no language or money, completely alone only a handsome soldier that she fell in love with a few months before. She knew that she will have a beautiful life; she took a risk, and it paid off. Well, that’s what she uses to tell us, was it really what she always dreamt off? Being part-single single mother with two kids, praying every day for her husband to come back in one piece and not in the wooden box? I think she tried so hard to convince herself that in the end, she believed it.

She is the most caring and loving person I know, always two steps ahead of us catching us before we fall, still supporting even if what we are doing it’s just stupid and illogical.

We didn’t give her a hard time as kids, as twins, we naturally looked after one another without even thinking about it, if one was in trouble or going through a hard time the other one always knew. It always freaked me out how this is possible that being somewhere else I can still feel Shaun’s emotions and vice versa. We are the same in every aspect, like the same things, react the same way to everything.

‘Maya!’ She snapped me from my thoughts ‘I asked you if you want more tea and some cake? Lemon cheesecake your favourite.’ Did she just said lemon cheesecake !?

‘Oh my god, Mum! You don’t have to ask twice. You know that I would die for it’ She laughed and walked to the kitchen.

I looked at my phone again. Just a few silly messages from Gemma describing Greg’s best bed tricks. I swear she will eat this poor guy alive! After a few conversations with Greg, I convinced him to give her a chance, he finally understood that we can’t be together as the feeling wasn’t mutual.

They went on a date a few days after, and now they are inseparable, I felt a little guilty that I left this for so long I could’ve pushed them earlier to try.

I called Gemma while my mum was in the kitchen.

‘Hey, girl! What’s up?!’ She answered I could hear Greg in the background; I guess I just disturbed something. Did he just moan?!

‘Nothing much, I’m just chilling here with my mum and wanted to check how are you doing, but from your texts, and what I can hear I guessed you are nice and comfy whenever you are’ I laughed

‘Well, I’m with Greg … I had to pull him away from work, he spends way  too much time working on things that don’t matter, he needs to relax, reports and taxes can wait until Monday I am more important right now’ she giggled

‘You know he is a workaholic, but I can see you are doing a great job in changing that, I’m glad to hear it. ‘

‘And how is your prison bae? Did you decide if you are going to visit him? I thought that was your plan for today, to surprise him. Did you chicken out?’ I checked if my mum wasn’t coming back from the kitchen, and I lowered my voice.

‘I didn’t chicken out, I called yesterday, but I was late for booking. Plus I am not sure if surprising him is a good idea, maybe I should discuss this with him first ‘ I saw my mum coming back from the kitchen.

‘Is your call girl, you know him better, but you have to make up your mind. Six weeks of only texting and sending hot pics is a long time. You are long overdue for the next level. Just don’t get too invested if you are not sure if you want to make a move, plus is not like you two have much of a future… I think you should look elsewhere is pointless to waste your time on him at this point, he has no future ’ Not much of a future ?! Waste my time?! What the hell was that about?! I was just about to call her out, but I saw my mum in the living room pouring tea and putting three plates on the table.

‘OK, Gemma, I have to go. Have fun, just make sure you can walk on Monday. Sara is only waiting for a chance to shame you in front of everyone…Bye’ I hang up before she could answer. I couldn’t believe that she said that. What got into her? She was very salty about the whole Damien situation from the start, and recently she avoided me. Just talking about herself and Greg. Even in the office, we didn’t chat as much as we use to. I was puzzled and hurt at the same time, that was so mean and entirely not like her.

I tossed my phone on the table with anger, and I was just about to dig into my cheesecake when I heard a doorbell.

‘I will get it Mum!’ I run to the door, I knew it was Shaun I could feel it, smiling from ear to ear, his black curls wet from the rain falling in his green eyes.

I am always so happy to see him, my little brother. Well, three minutes difference, but still, he is younger than me, and he hates it.

‘Hello, sis! I think I need a towel is absolutely lashing out there’ He said, shaking his wet hair while coming inside.

‘Here it is sweetheart, just in time, cake is on the table.’ My mum always two steps ahead, always prepared. She hugged him and dried his head with towel messing his hair up.

As soon as we sat down, I heard my phone ping. A familiar tune that made me smile each time I heard it. It was him! Of course, it was, I didn’t talk to anyone else there. I grabbed it as fast as I could, Shaun and Mum were busy chatting about some series on Netflix that I didn’t see, so I took the opportunity to focus on the conversation with Damien. He had a shitty day, so I decided to cheer him up a little. I’ve sent him a picture of me holding a tray with the pie that I’ve made the day before from the recipe he gave me. I was covered in flour from head to toe my hair was all messy. He joked about the mess I made in the kitchen. We talked about our favourite desserts, we had the same taste, so it wasn’t surprising to me when he said that lemon cheesecake is also his favourite. It was a short conversation, his time in the library was over. He kept his phone there, in one of the books.

I was happy to have at least this ten minutes with him. Made me feel better that I managed to cheer him up a little bit, he was a bit tense lately. I had a feeling he is hiding something, but I didn’t want to push him.

I’ve put my phone down, and I saw Shaun and Mum staring at me.

‘What?’ I asked nervously looking around myself to see what they are looking at. ‘Did I spill some tea? ‘

‘Who was that sweetie?’ My Mum smiled at me ‘Was it Albert?’ Why would she think it was Albert?

‘No, why you think it was Albert? I didn’t hear from him for weeks, plus we left it as they were. I don’t want to waste my time on him. I don’t even know when he is coming back, could be months. I made my decision, one soldier in the family is enough. I want my man to be next to me every day. I am not strong enough to go through the same as you’ her smile dropped instantly. Fuck! My big mouth again! ‘ Mum I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..’

‘It’s ok love, I know what you mean, and I fully understand it’s not an easy life, and if you don’t feel like he is worth that kind of commitment you shouldn’t waste your time and wait for him. I stuck with your father because he was the one, still is but if you don’t feel like Albert is that’s only fair’ she paused for a second, and her smile came back ‘ So if not Albert who was it then? You were smiling and giggling the whole time. I didn’t see you like this for a long time.’

She was right, I didn’t feel like this for a long time, this whole Luke situation messed me up pretty badly.

‘It’s nothing, is just a guy from Lovelink that I am chatting with. Really, not a big deal’ She didn’t believe a word I said. Shaun shoot me an angry glance. Mum always knows when we are lying.

‘You are not getting away with this, not this time, you just blew your cover by giggling like mad! He knew about Damien, I told him everything, and I felt like it is time to share it with mum. At this stage, I was too deep into this, and she already knew that I am hiding something. We never had any secrets in the family, we made a promise that we need to share everything so we can help each other when we needed, and I didn’t want to break it.

I looked at my phone again and saw the last message from Damien.

“Bye messy pie :)’’

I smiled. He is so fucking sweet, sometimes. Took a deep breath.

‘OK, I will tell you but please don’t freak out.’

She poured more tea to the mugs sat comfortably on the sofa, put her hands on her knees. She was ready, that’s what she thought, but she wasn’t.

‘About six weeks ago I matched with this guy, Damien Jones. I wasn’t sure at first, but I swiped because he intrigued me, I saw something interesting in him. See for yourself.’ I showed her his profile picture and the one he sent me a few weeks ago with his pop. I kept shirtless to myself.

‘Wow, handsome man. So far, so good.’ God, she is so not ready for that. Shaun smiled, he knew I was shitting myself, I didn’t want her to know.

‘Well, we really clicked, not right away. In the beginning, I thought that he is a bit of a prick, rude and arrogant, but he started to open up and … we were texting every day, getting to know each other. He is a bit rough around the edges but is getting better. I think I am bringing his soft side now. You will like that… he is a poet.’ I had to start with the right things, prepare her. She loves poetry.

‘Oh, that’s so romantic. You seem to like him.’

‘Yes, I do. I feel like we have a connection, even tho we’ve been only texting, we didn’t really meet in real life yet, but we have something special.’

‘ He didn’t take you for a date in six weeks? Why? That’s a red flag sweetheart ‘ Fuck! Here we go. Just say it! I looked at Shaun, begging for help, but he nodded reassuring me. I took a deep breath and looked at my Mum. My mouth was dry as sand, I took a big sip of tea, brushed my hair nervously She is going to flip.

‘Mum, we couldn’t go on a date because he is in prison’ My heart pounded in my chest, I  desperately searched for her reaction. She had a poker face, but I knew she was shocked, she didn’t say anything because she knew this is not all ‘He was falsely accused of murder seven years ago.. he is innocent, but there is not enough evidence to prove it.’

She didn’t say anything, just looked away then down. I felt my eyes filling with tears. She is disappointed, she won’t even look at me. I caught Shaun looking at her. Finally, she said quietly slowly bringing her eyes back to me.

‘Well, this was unexpected.. how long is his sentence?’ Mum was very serious, but I could see that she cared, she was worried. There was approval in her piercing brown eyes. That approval that I needed right now.

‘He is on the death row.’ I nearly whispered, looking at the floor, tears flowing. I felt horrible. On one side, my mum, always wanting me to find a good Nobel man and have a perfect family, one that we never had. And on the other side Damien, the not ideal partner for her perfect daughter, another criminal

‘Oh my god, sweetie.’ She sat on the floor next to me, took my hands in hers and looked at me ‘Are you hundred per cent sure he is innocent?’

‘ Yes, I believe him.’ I whispered

I told her everything. How Damien and his pop ran a chop shop together, how his half-brother Bennie started using heavy drugs and his father kicked him out, so he decided to take them down with his new gang; they got into a fight and Bennie tried to shoot Damien, but his pop pushed him away and took the bullet. Bennie and his thugs knocked Damien down and left him next to his dead father with the gun in his hand. Unfortunately, this was enough evidence to prove him guilty and sentenced to death.

I didn’t even notice that I was crying like a baby the whole time. I must’ve looked pathetic.

‘ I know that you think I must be stupid, he could be lying and just playing me, but I really have feelings for him. I can’t even explain it. I believe him, he would never kill his father, he loved him, I could feel it from the way he spoke about him.’ I took a deep breath trying to calm myself ‘I saw his rough side when we started talking, but now he is a different person…  he opened up ‘ Suddenly all the thoughts of losing him went through my head

‘Mum... I have to help him … I don’t know how but I can’t let him die.’ I felt her arms wrapped around my shoulders when she squeezed to sit next to me. She wiped my cheeks and lifted my chin.

‘ Sweetheart, I would never think you are stupid. Love is never stupid, I would’ve been a complete hypocrite to think this way. You are my daughter, my whole world, and I love you with my whole heart. You are exactly like me when you fall for someone you fall deep. I can see that you care about this boy. And your golden heart won’t let you just leave him like that.  Maya, if you believe he's innocent, I trust you’ She pointed at my phone ’ I don’t see a murderer in him, there is good in his eyes. And what’s most important you see a good person in him, you gave him a chance because you knew is right.’ Her expression softened ‘ We better start thinking about how we can help him.’

Shaun sat on the sofa, resting his head on his hands, suddenly he got up.

‘Sis, we will figure something out. There must be a way to get him out of this, talk to him see what you can learn. I’m sure he knows what to do but is holding back, is too proud to ask you for help. He is too young and definitely not ready to die…Listen… Dad will be back in a few weeks maybe he can pull some strings, in the meantime try to convince Damien to let you help him.’

I wasn’t expecting my mum to understand, but she saw something more than just a stupid girl falling in love with the guy who most likely will never see the outside world before saying goodbye to it. She felt my determination and will to get him out of this shit, and as always she was two steps ahead.

‘ What was the other evidence apart from the gun?’ She asked while walking back to the sofa

‘ Partial DNA on him, which by the way is the same as Bennie’s, if we could have his DNA that would be a full match. I’m sure that would be enough to prove him innocent. I spoke with him about this, but nobody knows where Bennie is now, and police aren’t even looking for him. Plus is not easy to convince Damien to let me help him, he is stubborn, he lived with the idea that there is no chance for him to get out for seven years and now when there is a small chance he is scared, he won’t admit it, but he is scared someone will get hurt because of him again.’

‘You have to convince him’ Shaun said ‘ I am sure he knows something, a guy like Bennie can’t just disappear without the trace unless they are dead. Then we are screwed… Talk to him and don’t do anything stupid alone, you have me’ He smiled and flicked my nose

Next day I spoke with Damien about the possibility of finding Bennie, of course, he didn’t want me to get involved. How someone can be so stubborn!?

But that day, I decided that I had enough of him pissing around. After he got stabbed in the library by few of Bennie’s thugs who tried to cut his tongue, to make sure he won’t speak before the execution.

This was the point in which I drew the line, it was too much. My man was in grave danger, and I suppose to sit with my arms crossed? No fucking way! But before he managed to get proper angry he told me that we will give it ago, he had information where Bennie was last seen, he sent me an address and asked me to wait until we make a plan. He clearly doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does.’

The moment Damien went offline, I put the address in my GPS  and drove there. I looked around the place that seemed to be a chop shop. Damien texted me when I was hidden behind the fence. He was fuming, I didn’t listen to him after all, he specifically told me to wait. Sorry not sorry, darling.

We confirmed that the bike outside the shop was Bennie’s, I went to look around searching for anything useful, but then my luck reached its end together with my common sense.

Bennie found me. I had only one chance to use this to my advantage, he was meters away from me. I only needed a bit of his hair, that's all.

I could stir it anyway I could, I had him right in front of me, but no. I did the only thing my stupid mind told me to.

I agreed to go on a date with a murderer. How wonderfully clever of me. Mama will be proud.

It was the stupidest idea ever, but it was the only chance I had to free Damien, or at least save his life.

Damien wasn’t happy with the idea, but he knew it is the only way. Only one shot, he’s the only door to freedom.

We planned everything, go in get the hair and get out. Simple as that. Nothing can go wrong, right? Right.

I called Shaun, I was stupid and desperate enough to go on a date a murderer but not dumb as to go there alone.