#need sassy benny in my life

[theashop]

a what if scenario where Bennett gets separated and Arle finds him & an excuse to draw him sassy/being a menace

wouldn't it be fun if Bennett could use his bad luck to his advantage sometimes?

[storiesfromafan]

Ride - Benny x Reader

A/N: finally finished the next part of whatever I call this is haha.

Previous: Drinks, Persistent, Insane

Prompt: I think I have fireflies where my caution should be.

When you awoke at seven thirty the same morning as dealing with a persistent, insane Benny Cross, you were flooded with memories which brought on butterflies. And with every moment from then till you left your house, those butterflies just seemed to grow. Every step closer to where the Vandal should be waiting for you, you grew excited yet nervous. You were also worried he might not even be there as you were running late, due to your mothers insistent questioning on where you were off too.

The whole morning you had spent it either tip-toeing around last night’s date, or telling white lies to save yourself. Ultimately you told her you were hanging out with a few girl friends today, which she happily accepted. But she did not let up on Stewart. Still trying to sell you on him, even when you told her it wouldn’t work. And for good reason, your constant shadow aka Benny. As well as the attraction between you both. Teetering on the edge of you resisting him and giving in. Which makes today a real trial for you.

You wanted to be a good daughter and a good woman. But the want to be bad was still there. The want to give in to who you wanted to be. The want to just go f’ it to society. But most of all, there was a need for Benny. The need to have him look at you with those beautiful blue orbs of his. The need to have witty and sassy exchanges. The need to be close. And the need to have his hands and lips on you.

Rounding the corner to where you told Benny to meet you, you were half relieved he was there and half disappointed. Part of you wanted him to think you were standing him, he would give up and that would be it. Temptation removing itself from your life. But there he was. Leaning on his bike, cigarette in hand as he looked off into space, like nothing really mattered.

As you got closer, Benny snapped back to reality. His beautiful blues looking you up and down, a soft smile gracing his lips. Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he flicked it off to the side as he exhaled. The way the smoke left his lips, it was hypnotising. You stopped when you were an arms length from Benny and his bike.

“Afternoon Princess" Benny said sweetly. “I thought ya must be standin’ me up".

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think I wasn’t tempted too". Liar.

He chuckled. “Hmmm, if i was waitin' for much longer, I would've just showed up at your house. And knocked on ya door". He winked.

You glared at him. “No you wouldn’t have".

“Oh? Ya sure Princess?” Benny challenged.

“Yes" you replied simply. “Because if you did, you know I wouldn’t go anywhere with or near you". It was a bluff, but you had to stay strong.

He laughed getting up from his leaning position and took a few steps closer to you. He looked deeply into your eyes, searching them. Silently you battled each other. You were doing everything to not show him how he was effecting you. Your heart was racing from the intensity right now. His piercing gaze was making your knees weak. Yet you stood tall and strong.

Then Benny stepped back, smile on his face. “Come on Princess. The open road awaits".

When he turned from you and headed back to his bike, you released the breath you had been holding. Heart still racing, butterflies full flutter in your stomach. Without a word you followed Benny, taking his hand and getting on the back of his bike. Again you wrapped your arms around his waist, grasping his t-shirt. Your denim clad legs resting against Benny's. Which wasn’t as thrilling as bare legs on denim. But you thought it would be smart to wear jeans and a sweater, over a dress.

Once ready, Benny pulled away from the curb and headed out of town. Hitting the road outside of town, where it was open fields and farms, Benny really opened up the bike. The new speed made you grasp his shirt tight, arms growing tighter around his waist. You clung to Benny, scared by the increased speed.

Smiling to himself, Benny was enjoying the feeling of having you closer. It wasn’t his intention to scare you, he hated that you were scared, but feeling how close you were made him happy. You have been keeping him at a distance, fighting him. But he could tell you were wearing down. He patted your hands with one of his gloved ones, silently telling you that you were alright with him. And he brought the speed of his bike down, a sign that you were his priority.

You relaxed when the speed dropped almost back to what you were comfortable with. Yet you didn’t pull away from Benny. You enjoyed the feel of him, the heat from his body. You finally looked around you both, watching how everything went by. Feeling the wind licking your skin, and how all you could hear was the rush of wind. It was soothing in its own way, like it drowned out your thoughts. And all you could focus on was the man before you. Laying your cheek against Benny’s back, you enjoyed the ride.

Benny rode to two towns over, stopping to refuel and for you both to have something quick to eat, before getting back on his bike and riding back to your town. As soon as you got on his bike, you moved closer to him and holding on to him. And once he hit the open road Benny tried going faster again. At first you held him tightly, but this time you could relax a little bit. He smiled, knowing you were warming up to it. And definitely him.

When the sight of the sign welcoming you to your town went past, you frowned knowing you were almost back to your drop off place. And your time with Benny was coming to an end. You should be happy about that, you could get off his bike and say see ya. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to keep going, free on the road. And with him.

Just like that you knew this was it. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You wanted Benny. You wanted this gorgeous man for yourself. Which meant ruffling a lot of feathers. You feared when your parents find out. When you felt Benny’s gloved hand on yours once more, like he knew what you were thinking, you knew he would be there for you.

Finally pulling up where you’d both taken off from, Benny parked his bike before cutting the engine. Neither of you moved for a few minutes. Just taking in the soft sounds of the street and enjoying how close you both were. Reluctantly, you moved back, letting go of Benny, yet your hands remained on his waist. Something he noticed but didn’t say a word about. Eventually he held out his hand, and you hesitantly took it, before getting off the bike. Benny remained where he was.

“You alright Princess?” Benny asked, seeing you looked to be in thought.

“Hmm?” You said before looking to the man before you. “Yes...just thinking".

He chuckled. “About what? Me?”

You looked to Benny’s eyes, seeing in them worry. “Yes" you admitted freely. “I think I have fireflies where my caution should be”.

A look of confusion washed over his face, unsure of what you meant by those words. “I don’t follow Princess...”

For the first time you shot him a small, warm smile. You didn’t say anything, you just stepped closer to the Vandal. You brought a hand up, cupping his cheek. The feel of his stubble scratching your palm. Your warm skin soothing Benny. But then you leant in, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his lip. It lasted a few seconds. Pulling back you looked into Benny’s eyes, then you removed your hand and stepped back from the man.

“Thanks for the ride Benny" you broke the silence. “I’ll see you around soon".

With that you turned and headed home. Those butterflies fluttering so much you felt like you were floating. You smiled joyously. It wasn’t smart to give into Benny, but you couldn’t let him go now. Now that you’ve had a taste of him.

Benny watched you walk away. And when you turned down your street, he snapped out of it. Lifting his bare hand to the corner of his lip, finger tips touching were you’d kissed him. He smiled, chuckled at this giddiness in him. Finally, his Princess was coming around to him.

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Eco

Chapter Eleven

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Bela, Dick Roman and Kobe Bryant mentioned (look, he wasn't supposed to be here but I did my research and well, he had to be), Anael, faceless paps

Word Count: 1683 with pictures

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, tour planning, brunch and shopping with Bela, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

“Okay, well the official schedule from the touring company arrived, so I have maybe a week to set up the promo interviews before they announce it publicly,” you said over the phone.

“Yeah, with Crowley it’s probably gonna be sooner. Annie’s gotta find someone to step in for the whole year with this so she’s already interviewing. Let me know if you need anything, because I’m just sitting on my hands until we’re actually rolling out,” Bobby replied solemnly.

The give me something to do, please, was implied.

“Check with Benny and his boys, I know the label is supplying some guys too, but I trust you to secure the crew and security schedules,” you said as you made another note on your ever increasing list of to do’s.

Two months may have seemed like a long time, but it was the shortest turn around you’d had for a tour since taking over as publicist for Phantom Traveler and you’d be damned if you fucked it up.

“With the holidays coming up, we’ll be in a pinch to get everything nailed down. But all the commotion with Bela and everything, people will be chomping at the bit to get actual news,” you added, staring unfocused at your computer monitor.

“And he’s got that interview coming up you said, just Dean for that one?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I really hope Meg doesn’t eat him alive. But it’s his chance to give his side of things and for people to see where his head is at now.”

“The sassy little brunette, right?”

“The very one.”

“Is it going to be a tit-for-tat thing? Is Cas gonna be next for a tell-all?”

“Bobby, I don’t think Cas would do an interview and talk bad about Dean even if they paid him. He’s moved on.”

“If you say so, Dean didn’t exactly play nice.”

“He must have had hundreds of offers for the dirt since leaving the band. And everything I hear about him now is just about the kid he’s working with and how they’re creating something unique.”

“I just know how that reporter liked him— the last time.”

“I’m sure she’s going in with the bias against Dean here. Time will tell if she can be swayed,” you admitted. “Plus, Dean won't be alone. We made sure there'll be a few of us there to make it easier.”

“To keep him from making a damned fool of himself you mean.”

“Basically.”

Bobby sat on the other end of the line with his gruff silence before continuing, “you going home for Christmas?”

“Yeah, got the usual stuff with my folks for Christmas Eve then I’m helping Ellen on Christmas day. I’m flying so I won’t be gone more than a few days. Probably end up spending half of it at airports with my luck.”

“Okay, just checkin’.”

“You guys have any plans?”

“Just service on the night before and maybe something with Annie’s cousins. Might just be a train of open houses.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d enjoy myself.”

You laughed and wrapped it up with a promise to touch base before you left town. The next two days were a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. You put off confirming brunch with Bela for Sunday, but relented from guilt, as she now had regular visits from paparazzi outside her townhouse due to her and Dean’s night club-hopping. You finished up your Saturday errands and plopped yourself onto your stationary bike in a last ditch effort to fend off your restlessness until it was a reasonable enough time to crash.

God, your life was so exciting.

Bela poured you another glass from the endless pitcher of mimosas. “Anyway, I guess Dean got us tickets to the Lakers’ game tomorrow night, like I actually care about baseball.”

“Basketball,” you corrected, taking a sip.

“Exactly,” Bela smirked.

“How good are the tickets? He doesn’t really follow it either,” you continued, worried they’d be in an embarrassing section.

“I think he said something about getting the label’s box for the game?” She tried to play innocent.

You almost spit out your drink. “The entire box?”

“It’s not floor seats’ exposure, but it will be worth it at least. I think he said he called in a favor with Dick?”

“Dick Roman is giving Dean access to his exclusive luxury box at the Staples Center?” You were floored, you opened your phone and googled who they were playing. “Holy fuck, they’re retiring Kobe’s number tomorrow. It’s going to be insane. There’s no way that box isn’t gonna be packed, but at least you can bump elbows with the uppity ups.”

“Kobe Bryant, yeah? He was quite prolific,” Bela seemed pleased. 

“Uh, yeah, played his whole career here,” you added, but put your phone away. Unwilling to text Dean a ‘wtf’ text while you still had another hour of drinks and foodstuffs to get through. “What are you going to wear?”

Bela slid her most compelling face on. “I was hoping we could find something together. It’s been ages since we drunk shopped. Plus, it’s the holidays so I will need to be a bit tipsy if I want to deal with the crowds.”

You had literally nothing left to buy for Christmas, but drunk shopping was a time-honored tradition between the two of you. Plus, it was fun watching Bela work her magic and pull a stunning outfit together out of seemingly discordant pieces.

“Three stores and I’m getting my own ride home, missy,” you warned with a firm pointer finger.

“Of course!” Bela chuckled and tucked into her eggs, eyes flitting back to you with conspiratorial delight.

You finished off your mimosa and finally saw to your french toast.

Bela’s driver took you to all of her favorite haunts and naturally she weaseled her way in to see the best stylists, at least those who were actually on hand on the Sunday afternoon before Christmas. At Sister Jo’s boutique, the owner herself greeted Bela with a double cheek kiss and hug. 

“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me, you need an outfit asap because your little rocker boy toy needs arm candy,” the woman, who was actually named Anael, teased.

“You know me too well,” Bela replied. “This is my dear friend, Y/N, and we’re a bit on the tilt from brunch, but I simply had to come see you. I need something casual and sexy. It’s for a basketball game.”

You waved as she nodded in your direction, not wanting to break the momentum.

Anael frowned and looked Bela over, with much consideration. Then she hummed before asking, “how do you feel about hats?”

Nearly two hours and a top off on champagne later (to keep your buzzes going), you and Bela walked out of the shop with a bag each and a receipt ensuring Bela would be back in the morning for the alterations on the remaining garments.  

“Well, I’d say that was a successful outing,” Bela said with pride, the pink in her cheeks the only hint of her lingering inebriation.

“I’d say,” you agreed, opening the back door of her pre-ordered ride. “I still can’t believe they had something that would work for me for New Year’s.”

Bela waited on the curb until she could slide in the other side, but continued your trail of thought. “Anael is good people, if she likes something, she carries it. Doesn’t matter the size or price, she is all about how an outfit makes you feel,” Bela explained.

“Well, it worked, because I just spent more on myself than I have the entire year because of how good it felt on, so I get it,” you said, patting the bag at your feet.

Bela confirmed your address with the driver and then hers, thanking them for going out of their way in a way that she wasn’t actually apologizing for being a burden.

“You got eyes on you lady,” the driver warned, pointing towards the corner where a camera lens was trained on the car.

“Ignore them, they’ll find someone else before they follow us very far,” Bela promised and you could see her almost glaring at the rearview mirror for the driver to get the lead out.

You sat on the couch in your robe and sleep pants, hair still wet and wrapped on top of your head. You had crashed for a late afternoon nap after shopping and had rebounded with a blissfully long shower and skincare treatment. Now you watched mind numbing television and plotted out your schedule for the coming week. Even though it was cut short with holiday travels, it was full-to-bursting with things to get done.

You sighed and dragged out your suitcase from under your bed, dropped it on the couch and unzipped it to start packing. At least you could watch something while you organized. 

Just after ten your phone buzzed with a text message. You ignored it for a minute until you could find the remote beneath your pile of socks and paused your Lord of the Rings rewatch.

You stared at the conversation with the movie still paused, dumbfounded. One, that Dean sent you a goodnight text of all things and secondly that he was going to willingly give Bela his phone to post on social media about them. Because it’s not official until they’re both posting each other, or so they say. This was going to be big for the fan girls. You already knew Becky would be emailing you the second she saw it. But as far as fanclub presidents went, she wasn’t the worst. Then again, she would be more than a little bitter if Sam and Madison were the ones flaunting their relationship.

You put a reminder in your calendar to cover an extra sweep of SM while you were waiting out Dean’s interview Tuesday morning and then you tossed your phone back amongst your clothes. You were done for the night and so you shoved your half-packed suitcase on the floor and restarted the movie.

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Chapter Twelve: Hook

[chrancecriber]

Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (August 23, 2023)

23:56 Jelly & Fish - Appreciation 23:50 Gary B - Let You In 23:47 Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground 23:44 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs. Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 23:38 Joris Voorn - Ringo 23:34 Loud Luxury Feat. Morgan St. Jean - Aftertaste 23:29 New Age Kings - Illusion (Instrumental Remix) 23:25 Minnie Riperton - Lovin' You 23:18 Blond:ish Feat. Shawni - Wizard Of Love 23:16 Tiesto - Lay Low 23:11 Croquet Club - Awake 23:05 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix) 22:59 Blank & Jones With Claudia Brücken - Unknown Treasure 22:56 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay - Phone Down 22:52 Above & Beyond - Out Of Time (Original Mix) 22:48 Blank & Jones - Flowing 22:45 Nora En Pure - Fibonacci 22:42 Alok, Zeeba And Iro - Ocean 22:36 Leftfield - Melt 22:30 Bay Area - Dolphin Rider (Pianodreamsession) 22:23 Monolink - Don't Hold Back 22:20 Alle Farben Feat. Jordan Powers - Different For Us 22:14 Rìfìs Du Sol - Next To Me 22:11 Ec Twins, Oda Loves You - Wonderful Life 22:03 Heather Nova - Aquamarine 21:59 Dvine - Unknown Reality 21:56 Schiller X Ro Nova X Tricia Mcteague - Illuminate 21:51 Two Lanes - Pièces Froides: Ii. Danses De Travers 21:45 Sirius & Nyla - Infinity (Remastered Remix) 21:42 Calvin Harris Feat. Sam Smith - Promises 21:39 Alex Breitling - Lilie 21:33 Hakan Kayis, Furkan Sarikas, Cinar Gedizlioglu - A Night In Alacati (Original Mix) 21:26 Popmode - Moonrise (Original Mix) 21:22 Eelke Kleijn - Midnight Affair (Samaha Slow Edit) 21:20 R3hab & Marnik - Candyman 21:13 Cosmo Klein Feat. Ynot - When Doves Cry (Original Mix) 21:10 Reece Lemonius, Munich Monstrs - Miss You 21:04 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere 20:59 Jens Buchert - 1000 Miles 20:56 Kygo & Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It 20:53 Klingande, Stevie Appleton - Sinner 20:50 Sofi Tukker & John Summit - Sun Came Up (Radio) 20:44 Goldfish - Love Everlasting (Extended Mix) 20:37 Royksopp - Sordid Affair (Maceo Plex Mix) 20:31 Rìfìs Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix) 20:26 Victoriya - Nothing Remains 20:23 Robin Schulz Feat. Harloe - All This Love 20:21 Tiësto & Ty Dolla $ign - The Business, Pt. Ii 20:14 Rìfìs Du Sol - On My Knees (Oliver Schories Remix) 20:08 Aim - Cold Water Music 20:06 Sons Of Maria - A Kiss Like This 20:04 Loud Luxury And Frank Walker Feat. Stephen Puth - Like Gold 19:59 Lenny Ibizarre - Smooth Temptation 19:57 Trinix & Ian Urbina - Bad Things 19:49 Audiofly Feat. Fiora - 6 Degrees 19:46 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 19:42 Ac Venture - Rain In Spain (Roberto Sol Remix) 19:36 Benny Royal, Dani Hageman - Tigereye 19:32 Cecilia Krull - Agnus Dei (Benny Benassi & Bb Team Remix) 19:25 Christopher Von Deylen - Opaque 19:22 Sam Feldt, Lucas & Steve Ft. Wulf - Summer On You 19:19 Shapov & Avian Grays Feat. Kifi - Light Up The World 19:16 Thomas Gold Feat. Bright Sparks - Seventeen 19:12 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay Feat. Olaf Blackwood - I Need You 19:09 Robin Schulz Feat. Alida - In Your Eyes 19:05 Tycho - Horizon 18:56 Underworld - 8 Ball 18:51 Thomas Lemmer & Andreas Bach - Deep Ocean 18:48 Felix Jaehn Feat. Jasmine Thompson - Ain't Nobody 18:45 Robin Schulz & David Guetta - On Repeat 18:41 Brendon Moeller - Emerging 18:38 Pang! - Walking In The Sun 18:35 Vievie - Blue Island 18:29 Good Guy Mikesh Feat. Filburt - Place Of Love (Mp Edit) 18:25 Zero 7 - In The Waiting Line 18:22 Mellowdy - Rise Up 18:19 Sum Wave - Milkyway 18:15 James Bright - Sarabande 18:08 Valeron - Jamal 18:05 Italobrothers - Stay 17:57 Hansi Lang - Perfect Day (Smacs & Patrick Kong Remix) 17:49 Boral Kibil - Never Again (Bobby Deep Mix) 17:44 Ludvig & Stelar - Reflection 17:41 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 17:38 Rosa Linn - Snap 17:34 Jan Blomqvist, Elena Pitoulis - More (Original Mix) 17:31 Nora En Pure - Sign Of The Times 17:27 Jako Diaz & Margret - Mirror 17:24 Quantic - Painting Silhouettes (Original Mix) 17:20 Ck West & Sassi K - C Song 17:17 Chicane - Capricorn (Back Pedal Brakes Remix) 17:11 Marra Kesh Khetama - Sunshine 17:07 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix) 17:02 Atb & Anova - Route 66 16:56 Beanfield - Planetary Deadlock 16:54 Famba Feat. Brando & Mkla - Games We Play 16:50 Jaques Raupe, Stereoact, Peter Schilling Feat. Peter Schilling - Terra Titanic 16:44 Lazy Hammbock - Surround Me 16:40 The Alan Parsons Project - Old And Wise 16:37 Daniel Steidtmann - Annecy 16:34 Alok & Timmy Trumpet - Underwater Love (La Vision Remix) 16:30 Nora En Pure - World Of Rules 16:23 Tosca - Dave Dudley 16:21 Tiscore - Fire To Smoke 16:15 Beyhude - Terso 16:11 Topic Feat. Nico Santos - Home 16:09 Munich Monstrs - Shine 16:06 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces 16:01 Ohm-g - Hulectric Soul 15:57 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore 15:53 James Bright - Siempre 15:47 Anrey - Lost Lands (Extended Mix) 15:44 Audax Feat. Ron Caroll - Falling For You 15:38 Les Negresses Vertes - Face A La Mer 15:34 Schiller - Free The Dragon 15:30 Daniel Steidtmann - Pigeon Lake 15:27 Zhu - Faded 15:22 Rodriguez Jr. & Liset Alea - Amplify 15:19 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia 15:15 Tontario - Late (Original Mix) 15:11 Above & Beyond Feat. Justine Suissa - Little Something 15:06 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. Dennis Le Gree - Water 15:01 The Funky Lowlives - Time To Let Go 14:57 Blank & Jones - High Fly 14:52 Espresso Del Lago - Come On 14:50 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane 14:46 Julian Wassermann - Painfully 14:40 Faro - Dreaming In Orange 14:37 Clément Leroux - Memories 14:34 Morgan Page Feat. Lissie - Firewalk 14:30 Kygo Feat. Sandro Cavazza - Happy Now 14:27 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me 14:23 Nihoni - After Sun 14:20 Sting - Mad About You 14:17 Vize & Leony - Dolly Song (Devil's Cup) 14:10 Worakls - By The Brook 14:05 Simioli, Provenzano, Scarlet - Ain't No Sunshine 13:58 Edx - Conundrum 13:55 Clangusar - I Promised Myself 13:48 Avira & Diana Miro - The Worship (Mark Knight Extended) 13:42 Joachim Pastor & Signum - Something You Need (Extended Mix) 13:37 Jose Padilla - Bosaxi (Touched Mix) 13:30 Röyksopp & Jamie Irrepressible - The Next Day (Mind Against Remix) 13:27 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix) 13:23 Kygo & Rita Ora - Carry On 13:19 Blank & Jones - Sunny (Summer Vibe Mix) 13:13 Exstra - Comet (Extended Mix) 13:09 Federico Aubele - Salvacion 13:06 Glockenbach - Dirty Dancing 13:03 Mousse T. - Boyfriend (Alle Farben Remix) 13:00 M22 - Good To Be Loved 12:57 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 12:53 Atb - We Belong 12:47 Nora En Pure - Thermal (Extended Mix) 12:44 Agatino Romero - I'm Feeling For You 12:40 Eelke Kleijn - Transmission (Joris Voorn Remix) 12:36 Avira & Kiko Franco Feat. Nathan Nicholson) - Ocean 12:31 Scotty & Wilcox - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Wilcox Extended) 12:26 Gotan Project - Last Tango In Paris 12:22 Sons Of Maria - Elevate 12:19 Martin Trevy Feat. Hedara - Talking To The Silence 12:14 Channel 2 Feat. Tanya - Space Cowboy 12:10 Sum Wave - Malin's Song 12:05 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 11:59 Fatboy Slim - Praise You (Maribou State Remix) 11:55 Above & Beyond - Is It Love? (1001) (Original Mix) 11:50 Eli Kazah - Return Home 11:48 Lunax - I Like 11:44 Sound Nomaden - The Morning After 11:37 Deep-dive-corp. - Lucsus 11:31 Tebra - Suton 11:29 Tiësto - The Motto 11:25 Madonna - Nothing Really Matters 11:20 Eelke Kleijn Feat. Diana Miro - You (Frankey & Sandrino Remix) 11:16 Golden Tone Radio - Glück 11:10 Mic Max - Como El Viento 11:07 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture 11:04 Armin Van Buuren & Avira - Illusion (Mixed) 10:58 Joachim Pastor - Joda (Worakls Remix) 10:54 Lstn - Floral Decor 10:50 The Underdog Project - Summer Jam 10:48 Parov Stelar - Fire 10:44 Ambyion - Motion 10:39 Chromatics - Lady 10:32 John Kah - Carina (Enui Remix) 10:29 Sans Souci - Nanda 10:25 Karen Ramirez - Looking For Love 10:21 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth 10:16 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20 10:11 Ancient Astronauts - Until The Stars Go Out 10:03 Blond:ish Feat. Bahramji - Omnipresent 10:00 Matoma Feat. Jonah Kagen - Summer Feeling 09:56 Jones & Brock Feat. Anica - Join Me 09:53 Ck West - Aldebaran 2021 09:48 Blank & Jones - Give It To Me 09:45 York - On The Beach (Kryder & Jenjammin Sax Edit) 09:42 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 09:38 Cats On Bricks Feat. Krysta Youngs - Unstoppable (Dj Karsten Kiessling ) 09:36 Mila Feat. 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[holylulusworld]

Little chaos

Summary: Having you around means chaos.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Fem!Reader

Characters: unnamed OFC’s, Benny Lafitte

Warnings: angst, language, sassy reader, attempted kidnapping, bratty reader, pregnant reader, fluff, mentions of smut, implied smut

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Sours worms, my favorite chocolate bars, chocolate chip cookies, and my sweet Dean’s favorite Whiskey,” Benny chuckles at your words. No one would ever dare to call Dean Winchester, head of the Winchester empire sweet.

“Do you need anything else, chèr?” Benny looks around the crowded store. He didn’t like you wanted to drive to town to get more sweets. “Dean wouldn’t want you out here. Not while he tries to get Trenton’s piece of Lebanon.”

“Deano knows I like my sweets,” you coo. Benny knows you are a smart girl, clever even, but sometimes you sound like a clueless child. “We will be back before he can miss me.”

“Dean won’t like it,” you grin now. “Y/N, I mean it. We should hurry and head back before anyone can recognize Dean Winchester’s girl at a store.”

“Are you worried Dean will get mad or that a big bad guy will steal me?” chuckling Benny looks down at you. He likes your feisty personality, even your bad jokes but your behavior doesn’t make his job easier. “Don’t worry. If Dean gets mad, I’ll suck his dick and he’s nice again.”

“Jesus, girl,” looking around the store Benny tries to hide he’s embarrassed, “you can’t say things like that.”

“Why?” you innocently look up at Benny, not giving away you like to rile him up a little. “Don’t you like sex too? I bet you and your girl do dirty things too. You already know Dean likes to fuck me,” pointing at your five-months baby bump you grin at your bodyguard. “Now back to business. I need licorice for Sam.”

“We will get it and leave. No more shopping for today,” Benny insists. “Let me just get the rest of your list.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, dude,” crossing your arms over your chest you angrily glare at the man aiming a gun at the clerk’s head. All you wanted was to get some ice cream before driving back to Dean’s mansion. “I want ice cream, not a gun in my face, idjit.”

“You know my friend is aiming a gun to the back of your head – right?” the guy threatening the poor clerk spats. “Be good and follow us.”

“Listen, I got no clue what’s going on in the empty room you call your head, but I will for sure not follow you and your dumb buddy. Do you know who I am?” the man looks at his friend, confused as you don’t seem to be afraid at all. “I’m waiting, dude.”

“You are Dean Winchesters girl, pregnant with his child. That’s the reason we are going to take you with us,” the guy responds.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you turn your attention toward the clerk who, by all means, is in no condition to follow your order. “I want vanilla ice cream, chocolate chip, and chocolate for my sweet bear.”

“Lady, we are about to kidnap you,” the guy behind your back grunts but you ignore him just like you did with his partner before. “Hands behind your back and be good.”

“I only put my hands behind my back for my Dean,” you smirk. “He licks my pussy in return, and we share some pie later. Now stop getting on my nerves.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the guy aiming his gun toward the clerk’s head turns his attention toward you. He aims his gun at your belly, narrowing his eyes as he unlocks his gun. “Do as ‘C’ says.”

“Gosh, can you just not?” you groan, hating that guy ruined your shopping trip. “I tried to get ice cream, not headaches.”

“You recognized I am aiming a gun toward your unborn child – right?” you shrug, finally turning your attention toward the man threatening the life of your unborn child.

“I did, sweet cheeks. I hope you recognized there are cameras at the shop and that Dean will know who hurt or even killed his girl and his unborn son,” the man’s face falls when you move closer to grasp for the hand aiming the gun at your belly. “You can aim the gun at your head and blow it off right fucking now ‘cause my Dean will come after you and do bad things to you.”

“Dude, he never said something about bad things being done to me!” the other guy, or if you want to call him like that, ‘C’ exclaims. “I’m out of this shit show ‘B’. I will not die for Trenton.”

The man is gone before his partner can blink. “One gone, one left,” you muse. It’s not as if you want to die or would put your child in danger but people like ‘B’ and ‘C’ would eat you alive when you show weakness. You learned to never show emotions or fear while facing enemies the hard way.

“Do you really want to kill or harm Dean Winchesters girl?” you ask, never breaking eye-contact with ‘B’. “You can still get out of town before he goes after you. Dean always knows what’s going on in his territory. This means he’ll be here in no time.”

“This was a job,” ‘B’ walks backward the moment the door to the shop swings open. You don’t need to turn around to know it’s Dean who entered the shop. “I swear, I would’ve never hurt your girl or your child, Mr. Winchester. Please.”

“I want my ice cream, now,” you ignore Dean’s men drag the guy threatening you away nor do you turn around when his partner starts to scream. You got used to Dean’s business or that people are afraid of the man you love.

“Sweetheart, didn’t I tell you to stay at home and wait for me?” Dean sighs. His arms wrap tightly around your waist to place his hands onto your belly, slowly rubbing it. “You scared me there for a minute, baby girl.”

“I wanted sweets, ice cream and I got you your favorite pie. These guys are cuddly little kittens,” you snicker when Dean groans behind you. “I know you believe I can’t protect me or our baby, but I learned to defend myself. I didn’t need violence, only my sharp tongue.”

“Said tongue got you into trouble more than once, my little ‘chaos’,” you love the pet name Dean gave you after your first encounter eight years ago. “I still remember the way you begged me to stop fucking your tight little cunt behind that restaurant.”

Now he caught your attention. “It was you begging me to let you take me home if I recall right, Mr. Winchester,” whilst you turn around to face Dean his men ‘take care’ of the men who tried to kidnap his pregnant girlfriend. “I came so hard.”

“Baby, this is not the place to discuss your misbehavior from back then with me,” using his ‘mobster boss’ tone Dean looks down at you. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“Only if you admit it was you begging me,” poking your finger into Dean’s chest, just like you did back then you smirk.

“Jesus, Y/N. You ran into me at that restaurant and argued it was my fault I spilled my drink over your flimsy dress. It was you riling me up,” Dean grunts, cock swelling in his pants at the memory.

“It was your fault, Sir,” you hiss. “I tried to leave the restaurant as my date was a boring douche. You ran me over. After I clarified it was your fault, you followed me outside, dragged me behind the restaurant, and ripped my panties down my cute ass.”

“It’s a nice ass,” Dean dips his head to press a soft kiss to your sweet spot. “You moaned my name seconds later when I got my fingers into that cunt of yours. It was you begging me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are for me.”

“I got pressed against the wall, your cock slid home and I didn’t get the chance to deny you,” the mobster groans at your lie. “I was helpless. You were strong, tall and your dick so deep inside of me I thought I ended up in heaven – cock heaven,” you giggle when Dean makes a face. “You held me against the wall and fucked me like no other guy before.”

The clerk of the ice cream shop tries anything to no listen to your conversation. The boy awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other, praying Dean won’t end his life for listening to your conversation.

“Little minx,” god, you love the dark grin on Dean’s lips, “I dare you to lie again. I can still slap your ass, Y/N.”

“You would like to do so, wouldn’t you?” you cock your head, grin mirroring Dean’s. You are shameless, even in front of strangers. One hand moves to Dean’s crotch and you just love how he growls low in his throat.

“Y/N don’t tempt me to take you here in front of that poor guy. I will show him your naughty little pussy. Fuck you deep and hard enough to make you scream my name or beg me to stop – but I won’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t say no but, we need to head home. I’m hungry,” you sigh. “Your son will eat me alive if you don’t feed the little beast inside my belly. That’s the reason I wanted to go shopping, Dean.”

“My girl was hungry?” Dean slings one arm around your shoulder. “We need to feed the wild beast I call my girl,” you giggle, loving Dean can go full angry alpha one moment and be soft only seconds later.

“I’m sorry, Dean. Benny said I shall wait in the car,” you look at Benny, who hangs his head, not meeting Dean’s gaze. He disappointed his boss, his friend, and almost got you hurt or worse. “It was not his fault. I sneaked out to get ice cream.”

“It was his job to watch over your, Y/N,” Dean searches his friend’s face, knowing Benny fears he disappointed his friend more than death. “I will let it slip this once as you are an untamable brat mixed with chaos.”

“Love you,” you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. “Please don’t be mad at Benny. You should know I can’t be trusted,” snickering Dean pecks your lips, knowing all too well you are a chaotic dumbass sometimes. “I know that I should stop myself sometimes. I just couldn’t.”

“Let’s go home, my little chaos. I want to fulfill my promise,” whistling you grasp for Dean’s hand to rush toward the car. “I mean it. I’ll slap your ass one day.”

“I know and I can’t wait for you to do so, baby.”

“Look at my girl Benny,” Dean smirks watching you talk to his brother. “I know she can be a handful. Next time she tries to sneak out, just tell me so. I will tame my little chaos.”

“I’m sorry, chief,” Benny sighs deeply. “I thought I can handle her. She promised to stay in the car while I get the pie she wanted. I was away for like two minutes and she was gone.”

“Sammy got me the book I was talking about,” showing Dean the book you sigh as he’s busy scolding you for running off on your own. “Yes, Sir. I’ll stay at home and bore myself to death.”

“Y/N, this isn’t funny, okay. The guys, they got scared off, but next time, you could end up dead, just like our son,” Dean runs one hand over your hair, gently patting your head. “I love you and don’t want to lose you or my baby, little chaos.”

“Love you too, big grumpy mobster boss,” grinning you hide your face in Dean’s chest. “I promise to not run off on my own again. I swear on your dick if you want me to.”

“Sweetheart, what did I say about talking about anything involving certain body parts in front of other people?” you need to hold back a snort. Dean can be such a prude in front of others whilst being a kinky bastard in the bedroom.

“No talking about your dick, got it, Mr. Winchester, Sir,” this time you chortle. Dean groans as you can’t stop your mouth most of the time. “I get it, baby. You don’t want anyone to know you’ve got the largest dick I ever had.”

“Chief, I’m, you know-” Benny stammers. His cheeks are shades of pink when he walks out of the room, mumbling something about checking on the car.

Watching Dean check on the windows you sigh deeply. You didn’t recognize there is war going on out there.

“Dean, I’m sorry. I know that I acted foolish and selfish today. I promise to not pull such a stunt again. I don’t want you or one of your men to get hurt. I love you.”

“Love you too, my little chaos,” you smile when Dean lies next to you. He opens his arms to let you snuggle into his chest. His warmth makes you feel calm in no time. There is something about the dangerous man making you feel safe. “I know this is a difficult time for you. Being pregnant and stuck in the mansion must be boring, but I want to keep you safe.”

“I know,” lifting your head you gently pat Dean’s cheek. “I will not risk my life for ice cream again, baby.” Dean hums when you peck his chin. “Now cuddle me, my big bad mobster.”

Dean loves it when you show him your softer, vulnerable side. No one gets to see this side of your personality. Your façade is a well-built construct, created by pain, fear, and betrayal.

“I love you, Dean. No matter what people call you, you are my savior…”

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[jay-and-dean]

More like him

Dean x reader

So I had this request :

I loved it, but it was a real challenge because I thing it wouldn’t be really “Dean like” to go on a diet. It took me months to manage to be satisfied by it. I really hope you like it. Oh, and I added a little Smut, couldn’t help it.

For me this fic is kinda part of the Become that Girl “saga”.

Warning : Swearing. Sassy Sam. Suffering and mentions of unhealthy behaviors and drinking. Jealous Dean. Insecurities. Smut. Unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this). Angst. Fluffy Fluff.

This is both in Reader’s Pov and Dean’s Pov

Words : 10.3 k (yes. You asked for it.)

Jay’s MASTERLIST

Dean’s Pov

             A grunt and a yawn. I turn around, a little pain in my neck from sleeping on the same position for hours.

           I drank too much last night, again. My arm blindly searches for a bottle of water in the deep dark of my windowless room to fight the intense dry feeling in my mouth, but I find nothing.

“Shit.”

           One more night in a shady bar, one more hangover, and one more woman I won’t remember.

           Woman…

           I frown with my eyes still closed and think of her, my stomach gets sick. She was among the prettiest girl I have been with, and she was a little too young for me, I’m sure she wasn’t twenty-five yet. I remember her friends, young and fit boys and girls, celebrating a birthday.

           It’s really something how you see things differently when you’re drunk and when you are not. Maybe that’s why I drink so much : the sober truth gives me the creeps. Yesterday, I was feeling lucky, honored that a beautiful woman had laid her eyes on me, amazed by how confident she was. It felt like I had won the lottery of life, sex life at least. I was on top of the world, I could barely walk straight, but I didn’t care.

           This morning is different. I lay here, nausea making me sweat, disgusted by my own smell and the taste in my mouth, wondering how I came home. I drove Baby drunk like Hell, I could have hurt someone, or damaged her.

“Shit” I grunt again.

How pathetic it is to go look for a college girl to feel alive ? How pathetic it is to spend the whole time we spent together too focused on trying not to be too old or too drunk to actually enjoy any of it ? How pathetic it is to think of another woman, the very second my eyes open ?

I need coffee.

           I get up and make my way to the bathroom to pee and take a shower, I can’t stand the smell on me : alcohol sweat, the detergent of the cheap motel room I took not to bring her to our secret home, and, well, shame.

           After brushing my teeth, I drink all I can from the sink and wonder if she is here. I really hope she is.

Y/n.

The woman I call my friend. The person that have actually been my closest friend with Benny and Cas, maybe even closer. If she’s in the kitchen, she will make fun of me, she will make loud pan noises just to make my headache worse because she says hangover is not enough punishment for hurting my body like that. But in the end, she will probably order pizzas and spend the day with me in the Dean cave not really watching movies while talking about any kind of stuff from hunts to music, from social matters to memories, food -she talks about food a lot, with sparkles in her eyes-, movies, sharks during shark week, horror movie clichés, her childhood, mine, and really intimate things like Hell, Purgatory, like my mom, her dad, our dreams...

I didn’t know I had so much dreams.

           I put on underwear and the grey robe, then shuffle my way to the kitchen in the slippers that makes her call me grandpa.

           Sam is there. All energetic, dressed with those black sweatpants and this ridiculously tight shirt, he's pressing oranges or whatever, and it's noisy as hell.

"Can't you be quite in the morning ?" I groan with a pained frown, sitting with my coffee in front of me.

"Morning ? It's noon, Dean. So, how was last night ? I guess it must have been great considering how late you came back."

"You heard me come back ?" I ask, wondering how late it actually was.

"No, but Y/n waited for you, and around five a.m. she thought you weren't coming home at all, so she went to bed. That's why we haven't been running yet, she barely slept."

I look at him but he's now turning his back on me to fill a bottle with water.

           She has to stop doing that, waiting for me. I told her a few times already but it's like she was a worried mom or something. Y/n is always like that, she worries too much, every cut on Sam or me is a mortal wound, every yawn is a sign of exhaustion. And even if I secretly love this way more than I'll ever admit, I can't let her wait for me all night.

"Hey Dean" her voice catches my attention and I turn to meet her tired eyes.

How can she smile like that after the night she had ? How can she give me that kind smile? I really don't deserve it. I'm disgusting, damaged, violent even... Look at her.

           She walks in and I can't help but drift along her naked legs, strong and soft. She's wearing her working out shorts, the ones torturing me some days, those tiny grey shorts holding her waist, that makes it impossible to not linger on her thighs. The t-shirt she wears is one of mine, or was, since she never gave it back. It's a plain back worn out t-shirt that has really nothing special. She says it's the comfiest.

"Hangover ?" she asks, handing me a slice of her apple.

"Yeah" I grunt, taking it.

I don't like rabbit food and she knows it. So instead of telling me to eat some, like Sam constantly tried for a while, she just gives me little bites of hers. A piece of apple there, a bite of banana, a little of spinach on her fork... and I always let her feed me, maybe just because she does with that adorable kind of smile each time.

"You came back late" she states, turning her back on me.

There is not an ounce of reproach in her voice, but something slightly sad. Maybe she pities me. If she had seen my evening, she would for sure.

           A flash of that girl from yesterday saying my tattoo is weird and old fashion comes to my mind and I rub my face.

"Is there a hunt ?" I ask.

I really need a hunt, I really need some action and to get out of here.

"No" my brother lightly shakes his head.

"I thought I had found one" Y/n adds. "But it turns out it really was a bear this time !"

Her chuckle warms my heart.

"Movies in my room ?" I offer, trying to sound like it doesn't really matter, but the truth is, this perspective is what got me out of bed...

 Reader's Pov

             I cut another slice of apple with my hunter knife and give it to him.

"Hum, maybe later" I answer, looking away. "Sam and I planned on running to the lake..."

"The lake !" he almost chokes. "It's like twelve miles away !"

Sam chuckles and puts a hand on my shoulder, to inform me he's ready to go. He has been waiting for me a long time already, but I needed to check on Dean before I left for the day.

"Yeah..." I mumble. "And I want to practice my gun skills after, of fight skills if Sammy is not too tired from the running."

"I could help you practice too" he states and I give him a knowing smile.

           Dean is not interested in training me, he never was. And, unlike me, he barely needs practice himself anyway, so why should he care ? He's just the best, that's natural. He's Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, the best man, the best everything actually. Between the ladies waiting in line to get a piece of him and his friends, the parties, but above all, constantly saving the world... He doesn't have time for me. We're not made of the same wood, I'm from those who have to work hard to keep up. And I never want to be a burden for any of them.

"What ? I could !" he grunts and his brother laughs.

"Yeah right, Dean" Sam mocks him, giving me my bag. "You would probably get a stitch from just stretching with Y/n ! She's getting good !"

"Don't listen to you brother" I assure Dean with a little smile on the corner of my lips.

           I walk out of the bunker with Sam's back in front of me and bite my cheek, trying to ignore that sharp pain in my chest.

           That pain that fell on me again while I was waiting for him, trying to not imagine what he was doing, that dread burning my guts ; and the other, even worse, pain that kept me awake once I was finally sure of what he was doing.

Once outside, the tall hunter stretches a little, humming at the soft spring breeze.

"Why did you wait again" he finally speaks, earning only a sigh from me. "Y/n... I know you need to make sure he's safe but you're hurting yourself. Talk to him..."

"We already talked about this" I just shrug before I start running.

 Dean's Pov

             I stay in the kitchen, my heart pounding in my head, my liver struggling.

           Of course she won't spend the day with me. Why would she ? She waited all night and I was busy partying like those pathetic guys who didn't understand college is over.

You didn't even went to college...

Sipping at my coffee, I think of my brother’s hand on her shoulder and shiver, not really understanding why. I mean, he’s her friend too, a good friend actually, but something changed lately. They are close, more and more every day.

She used to spend all her time with me and now that I think of it… She does with him now. It started with morning runs, then there were going to the grocery store together. They cooked, Sam never cooked in his life, she taught him a few “healthy” recipes while I was making fun of them. Several times I found them talking until late in the library, or sending each other texts during hunts, when they were apart the whole day.

Maybe I’m missing something coming slow… Maybe the woman I think of the second I open my eyes in the morning thinks of Sam.

Why wouldn’t she ? My brother is better than me in every ways.

Sam is smart and educated, went to college and all. They can probably talk about things I have no idea of…

Sam is brave and fair. He’s the best man I know, and if I think of one man that would deserve a girl like her...

What are you saying ? There is no other girl like her.

But above all… Look at him. He just grew old way better than I did. All those healthy craps I always made fun of, in the end he’s right. While I was drinking beer for breakfast and eating fat crap, he was running, practicing. And yes, during hunts we're equals, because I was raised in this life, but if I had to catch him running, I would have a heart attack before he breaks a sweat.

I never cared about all of this. About having abs, comparing my body to my brother's, or about being healthy for that matters. Because let's be honest, I never really cared about myself. And girls like me…Right ?

Stupid.

What girls though. It was a long time since Cassie, since Lisa... And lately the one-night stands have had a bitter taste.

Sex with stranger was fun at first, for years it was. New body, new voice, new taste, and skin and preferences... I guess a guy feels pride by having sex with a lot of different women.  But most of the time it's far from great and I’m tired of starting over every time.

I just wonder how it feels to actually get to know someone intimately, to learn what makes them squirm, their secrets, to wake up next to a friend... Love must be so nice.

The only person I can think of is her, Y/n. The woman that is my friend and the only one I want tell my secrets, the things that make me squirm...

My Y/n.

I grunt, my heart beating too fast because of hangover, my skin still smells alcohol despite the shower.

I'm such a wreck and she's so pure. That woman overcame bad things, and I have seen her so depressed that she barely could move at all for days in the beginning of our friendship. And yet, here she is, smiling, running and dancing in the library at night, making me want to be better every day, to think more, be less self-destructive, to feel pride more than shame. Pride for helping people, pride for my little brother that I helped grow up, and pride for being her friend.

She’s always there, smiling when I need a smile, listening even when I can’t talk, rolled up asleep on a little corner of my bed when I had a night of nightmares. Her hand was in my back when mom betrayed us and chose to leave, like it was the only thing keeping me up…

I can’t imagine her gone, impossible. And I’m realizing, I can’t imagine her in the arms of another man. That’s selfish, but I have to admit it now. I love her. And I want her, I need her.

Yet all I do is pushing her in my brother’s arms. In my brother’s strong and fit arms…

 Reader’s Pov

             I’m running, my feet hurt and I have a stitch on my left side, my thighs are already sore and my skin and lungs are burning. But I ignore them. I run.

           I run to ignore my imagination and the images it brings. Dean laying on his back, giving his precious body to a blond girl that doesn’t even know who he is, how lucky she is. Dean grunting when she swallows around him. Dean grabbing her hair, biting her neck, coming inside her. Dean with two girls, why not…

           I run.

“Y/n !” Sam’s voice interrupts me. “Wow, easy tiger.”

Out of breath, he puts his hands on his knees and frowns at me.

“You know the point of all of this is not to faint ? It’s about endurance, not a sprint or a race.”

“I’m sorry, Sam” I sigh, my body screaming at me even more now that I stopped.

“Is this about Dean ?” he asks, making me roll my eyes.

“How running too fast could be about your brother ?” I grunt.

“You know perfectly why I say that” he shrugs, drinking from his water bottle. “Avoiding him won’t prevent the hurt.”

“It avoids the nausea from smelling cheap perfume on him at least…” saying that, I sit on a bench that is close in a huff. “I just…” I sigh, burying my face in my hands. “How do I avoid the hurt then ?”

“Talk to him” my friend says, joining me on the bench to sit next to me, his tall shadow wrapping me like angel wings, hiding me from this world I hate right now.

“Don’t be ridiculous” I scoff. “Hey Dean, could you not have sex with anyone ? It hurts me. Thank you.”

Sam lets out a chuckle and bumps my shoulder with his giant arm.

           A woman in an elegant sports outfit runs pass us, her tall form bouncing on her thin legs with grace, making her shiny hair fly. Dean would like her, he would totally sleep with her… Oh wait, we’re in Lebanon, there aren’t many girls that pretty around here, maybe he already did…

“How about ‘I have feelings for you’ ?”Sam suggests with puppy eyes and a childish adorable shrug.

I sigh, rubbing my face. Why doesn’t Sam understand ?

“Yeah so it can make our friendship awkward forever, with pity and shit” I look down at my hands. “Or so he chooses to erase my memory like he did with Lisa ?”

A silence falls between us.

           Sam knows what I think of this, how angry it makes me. Of course I don’t want to see him with Lisa, in fact my heart arches each time I think of what they had together, but take those memories from her… It wasn’t his choice to make. I happened to put myself in her shoes and hated it. I would rather long for a single smile from him all my life than being amputated of the only part of me I cherish : My love for him.

           The second reason I hate it is because of what it says about him : Dean is really convinced that he is not good enough. For anything, for anyone.

           During one of our nights in the Dean cave together, not really watching movies and drinking whiskey, he talked about it. And I know how much Lisa and him were meant to break up eventually. She wasn’t a hunter, and she didn’t really want to know about this life, even if she respected it. He was holding on to her like she was his only chance at happiness because, in his mind, happiness can’t come with the hunter life.

           Erasing her memory was not only a way to “protect her”, it was a closure for him. Away of closing the normal life door forever and throw away the key.

“You know he doesn’t think he deserves…” Sam starts but I cut him.

“Don’t.”

           I am a hunter. And despite the fact that I am desperately in love with my friend and going crazy with jealousy, I am pretty happy.

I am happy with my life, my heroic, never boring, full of magic life. I mean, they lost a lot, but do they think people with an apple pie life don’t ? Before I became a hunter, I went to so many funerals that the funeral home employees knew me personally before I hit puberty. And when you lose your family to cancer and heart attack, or suicide… You don’t even get to know for sure they’re in Heaven.

           But I am a hunter now, and I know. I am relieved and I feel safer, because magic exists, Heaven exists, and angels, even if they are quite different from what I had imagined.

“I just want Dean to be happy” I sigh and Sam’s giant hand rubs my back.

           That’s the truth. I wish with all my heart that Dean would realize he can be happy now. That the horror he has been through is over, and that the hunter life he can’t quit doesn’t mean he has to be miserable.

           And that is the reason I have to be the best friend I can. That’s the reason I have to swallow that jealousy that is making me bitter, to just love him, as selflessly as I can.

“Can we go home ?” I ask and Sam nods.

 Dean’s Pov

             I close the bathroom closet and swallow the pill, bending to drink water from the sink, then stand in front of the mirror.

           I never really thought of it, but I’m a little pudgy. My hips are not straight and firm, is my butt a little large ? I frown, making my wrinkles appear and sigh. And those freckles… I never really paid attention to them until that college girl said something about it. Something with a kind smile but her mean girl voice betraying her : “I guess it’s cute, but it always kinda look like the skin is dirty, you don’t have too many on the face so it’s okay”. Why do I have so many freckles ? Dad didn’t, mom either I think, not on her face anyway, and Sam… Sam’s skin is darker than mine, and perfectly smooth. Y/n must like that too.

Stop whining like a teen.

           I walk to my room and sit there, trying to ignore the voices in my head saying Y/n likes my brother. Does he like her too ?

           I take my headphones and turn the music on loud, closing my eyes, too bad for the headache, the silence is worse anyway.

           I’m in Hell, tied up like Alastair used to chain me, but I’m not hurt. Sam enters and points his finger at me.

“You will never be as good as me” he says. “Dad was better, I am better, and the woman you love ?” His laugh is terrifying, evil.

He puts his finger on my stomach and pushes it harder and harder on me, until it hurts.

Until it hurts a lot.

“You’re soft” he says, covering my whines of pain, that come out with my child voice now. “Dad was right, you’re too soft. Your heart is soft, your body too. You couldn’t say no to Alastair, like you can’t say no to a burger” his finger is so strong, like metal, and it feels like it is going to go through my skin and muscles any moment. “You have no self-control. You’re pathetic, Dean… Dean ? Dean.”

           I gasp, half sitting when I open my eyes.

“Sorry” Y/n says, and I look up to find her next to my bed, her hands up in a peace gesture.

“You’re back ?” I ask, still slightly panting.

The sight of her worried face makes my heart slow, and I notice she’s wearing that comfy pajama of hers, the very loose t-shirt draping lazily from her body, embracing her sweet curves.

“I got tired of running” she smiles kindly, finally plunging her hands in her sweatpants pockets.

I grunt and look at my watch, I have been sleeping a few hours, and I think the hangover is gone.

“I came to ask you if you were hungry and… You didn’t seem well” she nibbles at her lips. “Sorry if I scared you.”

I rub my eyes and give her a weak smile.

“You didn’t” I state. “I’m super hungry, yeah.”

I am. When I drink like that, I often skip diner.

I get up and grunt, rubbing my eyes. I thank her, walk to the kitchen with her and sit at the table in a sigh.

“So” she says with that radiant smile on her face. “I was thinking of making burgers. I know I don’t cook them as good as you, but !”

She turns around and shows me her phone screen, moving it too much in her enthusiasm for me to see anything. I chuckle and grab her wrist to still it, enjoying the softness of her skin under my fingers. On the phone, a recipe. “The best burger possible”, with descriptions of how to make the onions crispy, and to make the best sauce…

“Maybe I will finally make burgers as good as yours or close” she states, taking her hand back to read the recipe.

“You know you’re cute ?” I state, but I can’t give her the tender expression I intend to, as my dream comes back to me.

Maybe I should learn to say no to a burger.

“Not as much as your sleepy head” she chants.

“You know…” I clear my throat. “Maybe for once, we should eat what you like and not my greasy crap, like Sam says.”

She stops and turns to me with a pan in her hand and a surprised look.

“But” she pouts. “Me like burger.”

I look down, trying to think of something to say, she actually looks a little disappointed. She was so proud of what she had found… That woman is like a ray of sun.

           When I’m about to tell her that I would love to taste her burger, regretting having made her beautiful smile fade, she puts her phone on the table before me and starts looking in the fridge.

“I get it Dean.”

“Really ?”

“Too much alcohol, your grandpa stomach is fragile” she chuckles and I wonder how she seem to never show real hurt, annoyance or disappointment at anything I say. "Okay, you asked for it, I prepare the same for you as I do for Sam and me."

“Yeah…” I mumble.

           My eyes fall on her phone and my heart flutters. She forgot to lock it, and it’s the first time I see her wallpaper picture. It’s us. Just me and her. I remember that day.

           It was last summer, we were hunting a Wendigo that attacked campers, and had to camp ourselves in the wood for a night to find it. It was a beautiful night. When the photo was taken, I was telling a story, standing with a large smile on my face and a beer in my hand. Y/n came close, I don't remember why, and she wrapped her arms around me, holding my waist with her head on my shoulder.

           The picture really looks like we were a couple. She's staring up at me while I tell the story, her face inches away from mine. Behind us, that beautiful lake and a part of her blue tent. I don't remember who took this photo, and I think this moment must have been very short, or I would remember it. Maybe she just came that close to tell me something in the ear, maybe it was one of those quick hugs she gives me when I say something sad or mention being hurt.

           Why would she have that on her screen ? Before I can think of it further, her phone locks by itself and becomes black.

           I look up, her back is still on me, she's cutting something. With a discreet finger, I touch her phone, trying to make the photo appear again but her lock screen makes me sigh.

           Sam, of course Sam. It's a selfie they took together, simple and cute, both looking at the phone my brother is holding.

"I'm afraid you'll still be hungry after th-" she turns around and her eyes fall on my finger on her phone. "But if you are, there is pie" she states, taking her phone to put it in the back pocket of her jeans.

Like she needed to hide something, like she was embarrassed that I saw that Sam is on her screen.

           She arranges her salad or whatever she's making, puts a plate in front of me, and two others for Sam and her.

"Sam !" she calls and I look down at the plate.

I must say my it is pretty, all colorful. I recognize avocado, tomatoes... But as pretty as it is, it doesn't make me hungry, rabbit food never does.

"Oh wow, Dean is grounded or something ?" my brother chuckles, entering the kitchen.

"Leave him alone" she answers before I can make a comment. "His stomach is still upset."

Sam gives me suspicious look, I never ate this kind of veggie plate in my life, if my stomach is really upset, I wait an hour, and the second it's better, I fill it with beef jerky.

           I can see my brother is waiting for me to make a comment, complain. But when I don't, he just shrugs and starts eating, talking to her about something I don't listen to. I take a piece of avocado with my fork and when I look up to her, she's staring at me, her beautiful eyes searching my face.

"You can change your mind Deanie. I can still make bacon" she smiles.

"N-no really I'm okay" I state, eating a green thing without enthusiasm.

"Oh wow" Sam sneers. "Dean says no to bacon !"

           I swallow the lump in my throat and feel my cheek redden despite my effort to be as stern as possible. I don't need his smart words, and I don't need to see them being so perfect with each other. Getting up, I put the fork down.

"You know Sam, I actually can say no from time to time."

Leaving the room, I rub my face.

 Reader's Pov

             I stay still, my eyes on the kitchen exit where Dean just disappeared. Something is wrong, really wrong.

           I have seen Dean sad, grumpy and pushing people away, but this is new.

"I should go check on him after diner" Sam says. "He obviously have something on his mind."

"Yeah..."

My phone buzzes, it's him.

Hey Sweetheart, I'm sorry for leaving without eating what you prepared. Please tell Sam to not check on me. I'm going to bed, I'm just tired.

Dean is never "just tired".

Okay Deanie. Don't worry for the food. Please if you need something, remember I'm right here.

           Dean didn't come out of his room at all.

           I waited a little in the kitchen, finishing that stupid show I had started the day before, when he was out with yet another woman. I was hoping maybe he would show up to eat something, and then I could talk to him, but he didn't.

"Y/n" Sam's voice makes me jump slightly, frowning at the too bright light. "Did you fell asleep out of bed again ?"

I look around, my laptop battery died, I don't know how long ago and I have no idea of what time it is.

           My friend lets out a deep sigh, offers me his hand and closes my laptop. I get up and follow him, a new ache in my back.

"What was it this time ?" he asks opening the door to my room. "And don't say it has nothing to do with him."

I frown, close the door and sigh letting myself fall sitting on my bed.

"He didn't eat" I mutter and Sam rolls his eyes. "What ? You admitted yourself that something is off."

"Can I sit ?" he asks, taking place beside me on the bed when I nod. "Your crush for my brother, it was cute at first..."

I can see him hesitate, and I know I won't like what he has to say.

"But ?"

"But this is getting unhealthy" he looks down. "You know I love my brother, b-but I think he's not a good thing for you in the end."

My eyes get wet but I keep listening silently.

"Dean is... We all are damaged. You can't stand seeing him angry or hurt but, you know, he is most of the time. Y/n you can't keep spending your nights on wooden chairs just in case he need a freaking sandwich. You're a hunter, a warrior !"

I want to protest, it's not that simple. But nothing come out of my mouth. When tears roll on my face, he opens his arms, welcoming me against him.

           I can't love Dean less, he knows that. But for the first time, he's telling me that he disagrees ; and that changes everything. Sam was always the one kindly making fun of me or taking pictures discreetly for me to stare at on my phone at night. What if he decides he has to talk to Dean ? What if he gets tired of me, his best friend ? And what if he's right ?

"You have to talk to him" he states, making my fears cut my air supply for a moment.

"I-I can't" I sob, half panicking.

"You know he really loves you..."

I let go of his arms, not really wanting to hear more but he keeps holding me.

"What are you so afraid of ?" he sighs.

Dean's Pov

             I'm hungry. My stomach is gurgling and I feel a little dizzy, I need to eat, it's not like I was going to be more like Sam by starving or skipping meals anyway. I will never be like him. More like Sam is not only a muscle thing, he's also taller, smarter, better...

           Coming out of my room, I rub my face, thinking of her pretty face a little shocked when I left. I should apologize.

           After a very quick shower, I put on my grey robe and slippers again, walking to her room slowly.

           I rarely felt that weak, after my heart failure years ago, or after a big blood loss... But hunger like that, I didn't feel it since that week dad left and I lost the food money. I was ten or eleven... I remember feeding Sammy with stolen food, and eating only the leftovers, a piece of fruit, a crust of bread... Sam was starting to realize something was odd. I was so tired...

           I am so tired.

           I ate eggs at lunch the day I went out, then nothing on the evening. And yesterday... Nothing either. I haven't eaten for like forty hours, not even the crusts of Sam's sandwich or three gummy bears he forgot on the nightstand this time. And I'm starting to shake.

           It's enough. I will apologize, make coffee and breakfast for both of us, and ask her to come to my room to continue our "What you haven't seen that ? It's a classic !" marathon movie.

           Just when I'm about to knock at her door, it opens.

           Sam.

           My brother comes out of her room... in the morning ; his perfect pecks showing through his t-shirt and his arms covered of superman veins.

"Dean" he says, surprised.

Then he closes the door behind him, not letting me in, and I feel my blood go down on my feet, making me dizzy.

"Give her a minute" he states, and leaves.

           I stay in front of the door, looking at it like I could see through it. A minute ? What, is she still naked ? Panting ? Dirty ?... I shake my head.

I can't.

I...

She's my Y/n, how can he touch her ? How can he ? I need her, I need her for me... I can't...

           My breath is short and I try to fight the crushing wave of emotions almost making me fall on my knees. Sam is better, I'm a grunt, I'm damaged, dumb, unworthy... And I'm freaking fat !

           The door opens and Y/n bumps on my chest jumps, very surprised to find me here.

"Dean ?" she give me a well faked smile but it fades the second her eyes meet mine. "Dean... Are you okay ?"

I nod but I know the devastating hurricane raging inside of me is showing. And I'm not sure to feel my heart anymore.

"Deanie, did something happen ?"

"N-no" I state.

"Let's get breakfast" she frowns suspiciously. "I told Sammy that I wouldn't run this morning."

Why ? Are you tired ? Sore ? Did he hurt you ?

"I'm not hungry" I state.

The truth is I can't swallow anything right now.

"Not angry ?" she bites her lip. "What is it Dean ? Are you going on a hunger strike ?"

"No" I say and realize my tone is defensive.

She sighs and looks down, licking her lips, probably to taste my brother here...

"I'm worried" she whispers. "You didn't eat at all yesterday, and I know for a fact that you didn't get up for food."

"How can you be sure ?"

Her eyes are suddenly wet, and now I know what that fake smile was hiding : tears. It's enough to make me forget in a second about my own pain, about the crushing feeling on my heart.

"Because I slept in the kitchen again" she says a little coldly before walking pass me.

 Reader's Pov

             I have to hide my face. I can't deal with Dean telling me my love unhealthy too, or with his questions. And I can't cry before him, I wouldn't know how to explain it.

           I enter the kitchen and take eggs and bacon from the fridge. Hungry or not, he will eat a little, he needs it.

Not hungry... Is he sick ?

"Y/n..." he sighs behind me, but I don't answer, breaking the delicate eggshells against the pan edge. "Why did you sleep there ?"

"I don't know" I just say. "Why aren't you eating ?"

"I eat, Y/n."

"Not lately, no. S-so now I make you a real breakfast, like you like it, with meat and fat."

"Maybe I should stop eating that..." he mumbles for himself, but I hear him and turn around.

"What ?"

His whole body language changed. He doesn't stand with that confidence and dominance he usually has. He's hurt, hurt bad. He looks tired and pale, but not only...

"What is going on between Sam and you ?" he asks, low.

"Sam ?"

I slightly shake my head in confusion.

           I don't understand his question, I don't understand the pain on his face. Something happened when he went out, did someone hurt him ?

           Suddenly, a smell of burn come to my nose : the eggs ! I turn and try to save them but Dean's strong wrist grabs mine, making me turn to him.

"Answer please."

His voice is more somber than angry, but his gesture is firm and he's shaking. I can see the fire raging inside of him.

"What do you mean going on ? Dean... The food" I try to turn.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT FOOD !" he suddenly yells, my heart racing and eyes wetting instantly. "I HAD ENOUGH FOOD FOR AN ENTIRE LIFE !"

           His vise fingers suddenly lets go of my wrist and he takes a step back, fear on his features, like he was afraid of his own emotions. Dean is an impressive and dangerous man, but I will never be scared of him.

           I wipe the tears that escaped my eyes and, on the surface calmly, turn off the fire under the burned eggs. Then I get closer to him and take his hand, way softer than he took mine a second before, under the slightly too long sleeves of his adorable robe. I decided I would be a better friend, it's my chance to be.

"If you precise your question, Deanie, I will answer. I just don't really get it" my eyes are on him, kind but firm, like I was taming a wolf.

"I..."

He doesn't manage to finish his sentence, the gearwheels of his mind visible behind his sparkling eyes. If I don't help him, he will run away, and burry it forever.

"What do you think is going on between Sam and me ?" I ask, noticing his lips are really white, even more than before. But I know he won't agree to eat right now, not until we fix what is bothering him. "Do you think, we're hiding something ?"

That would explain why he was staring at my phone yesterday. Sam and him have been deceived so often, lied to...

"Are you together ?" he cuts my thoughts. "Or is it just casual ?"

"What ? No !" I frown, letting go of his hand just a second. "Dean... Sam is my friend."

"He's perfect" he whispers.

You're perfect.

"He's amazing" I nod. "Sam is one of the best person I know..."

"He's handsome" he cuts me.

I search his face, and he nervously licks his lips. I take his hand again shyly, just the tip of his fingers. He will close again because he regrets those words. I have to answer quickly even if I'm really wondering what this is about.

"H-he is" I state. "Not really my type but he really is a beautiful man."

"You're always together... He... He slept in your bedroom" he says, taking back his hand. "You guys do what you want, but don't take me for a fool."

           I take a deep breath, I won't get out of this without saying a little too much. I little of what I don't want to say. But Dean seems to need answers, and what Dean needs...

"He didn't sleep in my room, I told you I fell asleep in the kitchen. He found me, and bought me back there, tried to convince me to sleep but I was worried... and sad. Why those questions ?"

"Sad ?"

I don't want to answer now, so I continue.

"And... I spend a lot of time with him because he's my friend and..."

Being with you sometimes hurt.

           He doesn't answer, and looks down at himself. Is he jealous that spend time with Sam ? We indeed used to be even closer, before my love for him started being out of control. Does he feel like that third friend the others forget a little for the fun things ?

"Dean, are you upset because I went running with Sam instead of watching movies with you yesterday ?" he looks away. "Does this have anything to do with the fact that you're not eating ?"

"I... I don't know" he sighs. "I'm a little dizzy."

"Sit Dean" I say, guiding him to the table. "Tell me what's going on with food. Please. You know I hate to see you bad."

           He rubs his face with both hands, his scruff audible under his palm. How I wish I could kiss this jaw, how I wish I could show him how much I love him, how I know who he is, not like those girls.  

"It's ridiculous..." he tries, but I sit facing him, and wait for him to talk. "I'm not... like Sam."

"Like Sam ?"

"You know... Abs and..." he motions his body. "All."

"Wait" I blink a few times. "Dean you're perfect."

He scoffs so bend a little to make him look at me.

           How can he compare himself to his brother ? Where do that come from ? I know Dean struggles with serious self-hate, but would never have guessed it would reach that subject, of physical appearance... Maybe this is about a woman.

"Dean. You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen." My mouth starts freeing itself from truth I kept locked, and I can't stop it. "I'm serious. Your face looks like some masterpiece with perfect proportion, y-your eyes are ridiculously green, your jaw could cut glass, your lips..." my eyes fall on them and my words get lost. "You're tall and broad..."

"You're making me blush Sweetheart" he says, he voices back to its usual low hoarse tone. "Still I... You know I'm... a kid when it comes to food, I never exercise..."

"Never exercise ?" I smile. "Three days ago you climbed inside a house then dug a six feet deep hole on the ground, and the day after you chased a monster, fought him, and carried his body to a place where you can burn it... I say you deserve a burger."

His face seems to light up a little, but his pretty pillow lips are still too white.

"But it's not working out, like Sammy."

"Dean... Your brother likes it, he need it to focus, to think" my smile grows and I speak lower, I know my admiration is showing, and it honestly feels liberating. "And he needs that to keep up with you."

"He doesn't" he almost chuckles, finally warming my heart.

"Well, you're the best. It's natural for you, but we have to work, especially me."

"You two are better than me" he states.

"We're not. And... Dean not eating isn't going to make you feel better about yourself. It's going to wear you out, make you weak..."

"I know" he sighs.

"Can I make you a breakfast ? The color of your lips makes me want to draw a salt circle."

He chuckles fully this times, wrinkles appearing on the corner of his eyes.

           I gently pat his shoulder as I get up, still not believing Dean could have insecurities like those. I throw away the burnt cold eggs and make some new, with bacon.

"I hear comments sometimes you know..." he says like it was easier now I'm not looking at him. "The things you said, that my face is nice..."

"More than nice" I admit, turning a little to him, but not fully to keep watching the pan.

"It happened that girls expect more under my shirt" he looks down. "I know it's ridiculous... I just, I don't know, maybe I feel disappointing."

"It's not ridiculous" I state under my breath, grabbing a plate to finally give him food. " Here, eat this, all of it."

"Like with the whole FBI look or with my seductive smile" he stops and grunts. "I feel like a teen."

"Hey, nothing like that between us, you know that. I told you about very embarrassing stuff" I reassure him. "And, what you're saying is interesting, men endure the social standards too."

"I... I don't know I didn't age like a model, I'm... soft."

Model.

"You know..." I start.

I pour two coffees and take a chocolate bar for myself, watching him before I keep talking, to make sure he starts eating.

"Delicious" he states, putting big pieces in his mouth.

"One of the reason I work out with Sammy is... Precisely because I don't want to look ridiculous next to two total models."

"Now that's" he starts, opening his mouth too big at how hot it still is. "That's kinda ridiculous. You're the prettiest girl ever !"

"I'm not" I whisper, softly blowing on my coffee.

"What ? You are Y/n" I lift my eyes on him, his lips are still a little light but shining with grease.

"I'm not like the girl you go out with."

           I don't dare looking up, but see he stopped moving. His robe is now totally opened, the belt got loose, and my eyes are lost in the black of his shirt.

"The girls I go out with" he repeats. "You're way better than those girls."

"Oh listen to you, that doesn't sound cliché at all" I say a little too coldly, a shocked expression appears on his face. "I... I'm sorry."

"You know... the girls I go out with, that doesn't really mean anything."

"I know" I cut him to make him understand I'm not asking him to justify himself.

But he keeps talking anyway.

"I have been with divorced single moms, witnesses... college girls" he says the last one with something bitter and I take this occasion to make it about him again, and not me.

"Two day ago" I ask, although it's the last thing I want to talk about. "It was a college girl, Deanie ? Did something happen ?"

"Yeah... no" he states, answering my two questions. "I just... I just realize it wasn't really what I wanted, not anymore. And that it didn't... didn't really make me feel good about myself."

"Too young for you ?" I try to joke, giving him a piece of my chocolate bar, feeding him like I always do, with everything I have in my hand.

"Kinda yeah" he answers seriously. "I don't know... She... I wasn't frat boy enough for her I guess."

"Yes, that's exactly the idea, that you're not that !"

"I didn't really, you know... enjoy it" he says and I fight the images coming in waves in my head. "I was too focused on trying to prove something" a dark chuckle escapes his lips. "I don't even know who I was trying to convince. And she... She didn't like the tattoo, the scars, the freckles..."

"Whoa whoa ! Who's that bitch ?" I lift my hands in the air, sincerely shocked, I never knew some women would be able to not appreciate Dean.

He smiles kindly but looks at the bottom of his coffee.

           Silence. I wish I could make him see who he is, I wish I could speak more, ask questions, but just talking about that stupid college girl that had him, but on top of that made him feel bad about himself...

"You look sad again" he cuts my thoughts.

"Sad ?"

"Yeah, it happens often. You start thinking deeply and you get sad" he says. "Listen... You're the most amazing friend, and woman, there is..."

"But" I whisper, echoing the conversation with Sam in my head.

"There's no 'but'" he shakes his head. "I was just going to say that I want to be a better friend, and man, for you."

"You already are the best" I smile but he doesn't smile back at all, his green eyes searching mine.

"I'm not. I let you down several times. I get why you would rely on Sammy more. I left you at this bar after that hunt when that witness was hitting on me. And I cancelled movie night twice to go out, just to feel... I don't know desired, loved maybe ? I know how absurd it is" When I'm about to talk, he doesn't let me. "And I worry you... coming home drunk as fuck in the morning." He rolls his eyes a little. "And with Baby..."

"I'm not your mom, I have to stop being so protective, Sam is right..."

"Sam ?"

           That's it, the moment I say so much I regret it my whole life. But I promised my best friend I wouldn't go on like this, that I would either talk to Dean, like he wants me to, or at list try to work on my feelings to move on. It's time to stop hiding everything from the man I love and make our friendship pure again.

"Sam says..." I clear my throat. "That... I have to care a little less about you, to care a little more about me" I don't dare looking up and let out a dark chuckle. "Won't be easy... I care a lot about you."

           When he doesn't answer, I finally look up, fearing what I will see on his face. He's just staring at me with an expression I never really saw on his face. His gorgeous lips are pink again, and the scruff on his cheeks, a little darker than usual, highlights the radiant light of his big beautiful eyes.

           He half gets up, bending on the table. And before I can realize what's happening, he puts his lips on mine in a soft, warm kiss.

           My whole body responds to it. The thin hair on my arms stick up, my heart starts beating my chest and my thighs get moist with a thin layer of sweat.

           I stay frozen for a second, looking at him in disbelief, playing the quick kiss again and again in my head as he sits back.

"I just..." he clears his throat and sigh, getting up. "I'm not Sammy."

Before he can leave, before this moment becomes a memory I will struggle to think as real, before I find myself in that hole of secrets again, I get up. But he's already walking to his room.

"Dean !" I run after him, meeting him at his bedroom door. "Dean. You're not Sammy. You're you, you're perfect in every ways."

           My heart is pounding. Let's do this, he needs this. Dean needs to be loved and I didn't know he needed reassurance. No one can to this better than me, because I worship him. I always said I wanted to show Dean he can be happy, and loved without changing his life for good. This is my shot at it, I may not be enough, I may not be what he wants or needs, but at least I can share with him. My devotion, my love, my body, all he wants.

           And If my heart breaks, let it be a happy sacrifice.

"Your freckles are like stars in a summer sky" he frowns when my fingers come up to graze his cheek. "I already liked freckles but yours... You make any other skin look plain and boring."

His face is so close, the delicious smell of his skin reaching me. His pupils are large, just circled with that green that could make me cry.

"Your lips..." I say a little lower, looking at them intensely.

From here, I can see the few freckles that made their way on them. Then I see his tongue, slowly wetting them before he bends again, catching my lips softly, his nose bumping mine when he opens his mouth to capture my upper lip, once, twice...

           I open my mouth and wrap my arms around him, deepening the kiss with a shameless hunger, and all my love in it. Something blows up inside of me, something strong : need.

 Dean's Pov

             No drunk groans, and no shame anywhere. I kiss her like it was words, and take her inside my room.

"Your smell" she says and I feel emotions rush in every one of my veins, but it's not disturbing like it usually is. "I could bath in it, live it."

I bend to burry my face in her neck, inhaling deeply.

           And I take my time, I have no reason to hurry, nowhere to go, no woman to come back to. She slips her fingers between the strands of my hair, letting me hold her close, drowning in her smell.

           I want to cry, and I don't really know why. Probably because of how right this feels. Because of that relief : She not with my brother. She is not with Sam...

"Dean..." she whispers, her nails gently grazing my scalp. "Can I see you ?"

I put a kiss on her neck and murmur a tender 'yes' against it.

           Her hands leave my hair to go down along my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and push my robe, making it fall like a cape at my feet. That’s how she makes me feel, like her hero.

           Her chin goes up without me leaving her neck, and she gently rubs her cheek on my jaw. In a soft moan, I open my mouth to leave wet kisses on her skin.

Maybe she can be mine...

"Sometimes your voice makes me shiver" she whispers in my ear. "Just your voice... It's so deep."

Somehow her words send electricity to my crotch and I can feel my boxers getting tighter.

           My hands grab her ass, pressing her against me and when she moans, I feel my cock twitch.

"Y/n..."

"You're beautiful in everything" she continues, her hands slipping under my shirt to stroke my back, her voice slightly weaken by arousal. "But when you wear henleys or just a t-shirt..." she kisses just below my ear. "I can get wet by just looking at you."

My cock twitches and I groan.

"Are you wet now, Baby ?"

She nods and I let go of her ass to cup her face, kissing her like I always dreamed of, deeply and hungrily, not caring of being in control of myself, not caring if I seem desperate.

           She starts to walk, making me take a few steps back until my calf hit the edge of the bed and I sit on it. I tug at her shirt to make her straddle me, but she takes a second to take off her shorts, revealing her beautiful thighs, and her white panties.

           When she finally straddles me, spreading her legs, I spot a wet stain on her panties and a low growl leaves my chest.

"Fuck... You are..." I say, my hand coming down to cup her sex through it, feeling the tip of my finger get wet.

Her body immediately contracts, and, with my middle finger pressed against her entrance, I can even feel her walls clench around nothing.

"How can you be so reactive" I groan.

"It's you..." she moans, rolling her hips just a little to feel my hands more. "Dean... No men can do this to me."

           My other hand comes up to take that worn out black shirt she stole with impatience, because I notices she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Oh baby..." I let out, bending to kiss her breasts, my other hand teasing her more.

           I'm burning up, my back sweating, my cock painfully hard. I don't remember being that turned on in my life by so little. She hasn't even touched me yet.

           Her head falls back and her nipples point at me, begging me to suck at them, so that's what I do. Mouth open, I take one in my mouth, along with the most of her soft breast I can.

"Ah..." she moans and squirms above me. "Dean !"

My cock twitches at just hearing my name like that, my real name on top of that.

           I slip my hand in her panties, desperate to hear more, feel more. She's soaked, her thighs contracted and her hips rolling against my hand. She doesn't form words, but her body is begging for more.

           So I slip a finger inside her and feel her squeeze him, hear her gasps. I can't wait to be inside of her but that's not my only purpose... Oh God when she will clench around me ! I’m panting now.

"Please Dean" she whines, one of her hand going behind her to find balance on my knee, her beautiful body arching back.

I give her what she needs, another finger, pumping slowly at first, then going a little stronger, and my thumb on her clit, gently circling. I look at her with my mouth open in awe, a devouring pleasure making me high.

"Fuck" I pant.

           I should try to focus, make that coil inside me calm, make my heart slow. I don't want to be aroused like a teen, or I won't last at all... But I can't, and my free hand comes on my crotch to touch myself through my boxers a little, desperate for some friction.

"Dean ! Dean..." she cried out, now joining the movement of my fingers with her whole body. "I need..."

"Come for me" I order. "Show me how much you want me Baby, clench those fingers."

And just like that, she does.

           Her whole body shakes and her thighs crush me, her walls trying to milk my finger for what they can't give her.

"DEAN DEAN DEAN !"

My cock twitches so hard it's painful, I bend on her chest to not see her face longer, and try to hold back as hard as I can.

"Baby... fuck..." I whine, my whole stomach contracting and my cock pulsating.

But when she grabs my head to hold it against her and start rolling her hips hard to prolong her powerful orgasm, I can't hold back...

           In a very loud frustrated grunt I come in my pants, feeling my cum drip along my twitching cock.

 Reader's Pov

             My bliss makes me high, but my senses are at their full power, so I can feel what’s happening. I can feel Dean squirm beneath me and shake, I can feel his hand unable to move and hear his gasps.

           He’s coming.

           My walls clench even more at the thought and he whimpers against my breasts. So I hold him, I just hold him.

           When I finally can have the control of my body again, I look down at him and he withdraws his fingers slowly.

“Y/n…” he whispers. “Fuck I…”

“Did you came ?” I ask with the largest smile I ever had on my face.

“I… yeah… I’m…”

He seems embarrassed.

“Dean, that’s the sexiest thing I have ever experienced” I assure him, bending to kiss his lips. “No one ever wanted me that bad.”

“I still want you” he states, his hands stroking my back and going down on my ass. “I… I think you’re all I want actually.”

           My eyes get wet. In my head : every single moment in my life that made me fall in love with Dean, every day, every moment I craved for a touch, for his smell, every time he laughed and cried… Everything.

“Then you have me Dean, you can have me forever if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, I do” he says, taking off his shirt.

           With a large smile I push him back on the bed, letting him drag both of us higher on it. I look down at him, and a tear falls on his chest. His hand comes up to wipe my cheek, we don’t need to talk for a moment.

           My hands go down his sides, enjoying his firm chest and the soft line of his stomach, my thumbs massaging it a little on their way up, feeling the strong muscles underneath and the silky-smooth skin.

           I bend to kiss his collarbones, and his tattoo, palms still roaming everywhere like I always dreamed of, like I will always dream of.

“This tattoo” I say, drawing its contour with my finger. “It’s so you, it has a story, and it protects you. I love it.”

“And I love you” he states without a hesitation, his chin almost on his neck to see me.

A tiny emotional sob escapes my lips, making him frown a little and wrap his strong arms around me.

“Hey baby…” he whispers. “Y/n…”

           My hand goes down to push his underwear down, and my panties to the side. He searches my eyes while I do, and licks his lips in a moan when I grab his cock to guide it at my entrance.

“I love you” I say, slowly sinking down on him. “I love you, I love you…”

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[buzzdixonwriter]

Point Of Departure

It’s possible to acknowledge an individual’s technical and creative skills while at the same time vilifying them as human detritus. 

Leni Riefenstahl literally created the visual vocabulary of sports cinematography with her documentary Olympia but she’s still a God damned Nazi sac of human excrement no matter how hard she tried whitewashing her involvement in the decades after the war.

Find her grave and piss on it.

It’s also possible to acknowledge when an individual makes an important social or cultural breakthrough that will benefit literally millions of others directly or indirectly while at the same time correctly observing they’re a vile criminal rapist.

Very few African-American performers were allowed to interact equally with white performers in the pre-civil rights era.

Oh, certain sassy characters were permitted, but only in the context of straight talking household servants or employees, not equals.  Eddie “Rochester” Anderson was beloved by millions of Americans of all ethnicities, but his character was allowed to take liberties with Jack Benny’s character only in the context of Benny being a poor put-upon schnook for whom nothing went right.

Suffering the indignity of a mouthy chauffer who was right more often than not was just another part of the Benny schtick.  (Benny, to his credit, treated Anderson in real life as an equal and came down hard on anyone attempting to discriminate against him.)

So when Bill Cosby began cracking the stand-up comedy circuit in 1961, what made him unusual and appealing was his ability to create a commonality with all audiences, black and white.

For those who didn’t live in the cusp of the civil rights era, this was an incredible thing.  The divisions between black and white were far more rigorous and stratified than they are today (and they ain’t that good today).  That Cosby could reach audiences from a far different background as his own showed a remarkable talent and ability, and it’s not at all overstating the case to say he provided some much needed oil to allow entrenched whites to move however slightly in their positions, and a sturdy foundation to African-Americans who might otherwise feel overwhelmed.

Bill Cosby was a very funny fellow…right?

Cosby mined his childhood to great effect, reminding all segments of his audience of their childhoods, and richly enjoyed the popular success he garnered.

But as we all know, there was a sociopathic side to Cosby as well.

While it’s fair to call out hypocritical behavior, we can still acknowledge consensual behavior between or among fully informed adults shouldn’t be regarded as a crime, and if one member of a relationship can live with the other’s philandering, hey, ain’t nobody’s business if they do.

But from various credible accusers and witnesses, Cosby’s pattern of abuse can be documented back to 1965.  I knew people in 1978 who worked closely with Cosby, and they all cautioned never to mistake the public performer for the actual person.

It strikes me that the first inkling the public got of Cosby’s dual nature was his 1968 comedy album, 200 M.P.H., his follow up to the same year’s To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With.

While the latter is totally in the spirit of Cosby’s earlier albums celebrating the universality of childhood, 200 M.P.H. is something different. A lengthy comedy routine in praise of self-indulgence and an open indifference to the safety of others.

It’s about Cosby splurging on high priced / high powered cars and accruing a string of speeding tickets as a result.

A far cry from the guy who waxed nostalgic about playing buck-buck on the streets of Philly as a kid.

Now, it’s absolutely fair if not crucial for a creator / performer to try out new things, to attempt to expand their repertoire.

Cosby already broke out of the stand-up mold by co-starring in 1965’s espionage-adventure show I Spy in which he played a secret agent working undercover as Robert Culp’s tennis trainer.  As the first African-American cast as a white character’s equal in a regularly recurring TV series, I Spy like his comedy albums proved a cultural game changer.

In and of itself it made little direct impact of American racial mores, but as part of the ongoing culture shift it marked a significant milestone.

In a less problematic performer’s oeuvre, 200 M.P.H. would be hardly noticeable, an unusual and atypical turn but not especially noteworthy.

For Cosby, one needs to wonder if it was the first open sign of a deep rooted problem he’d successfully hid from the public and would continue to hide for decades to come.

It’s a funny album -- Cosby could do no wrong comedically at this point in his career -- but as cited it moved Cosby out of the realm of commonality and into that of entitlement (he’s not the only one; look up David Letterman’s automotive problems).

While Cosby poked fun at himself for buying such an over charged monster, at the same time he removed himself from the streets and set himself up on a pedestal:  Look at me!  I’m rich!  I’m famous!  I’m entitled.

1965 marked a significant year in Cosby’s career: His groundbreaking role in I Spy but also the first known accusations against him re abusive behavior.

One can’t help but wonder if Cosby always exercised his abusive inner demon and just got away with it because he was an honored athlete in high school and the US Navy in the late 1950s and thus protected by the system, or if traveling the world to film I Spy offered him heretofore unavailable opportunities and temptations.

1968 also marked a significant year for Cosby: Not only both To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With and 200 M.P.H., but also his leaving Warner Bros, the label for whom he made all his groundbreaking albums, to co-found Tetragrammaton Records.

Tetragrammaton, of course, refers to the ineffable name of God, and with what we know today, that sure looks like a sociopathic narcissistic self-identifier.

In hindsight, I think it’s safe to say 200 M.P.H. represents a point of departure, of Cosby consciously or unconsciously acknowledging he was leaving the real world and heading off into one of his own.

The object of this post is not to continue flogging a self-confessed rapist, but to point out how easily we overlook otherwise overt clues in just about everything.

What seems painfully obvious now was virtually invisible back then.

Keep your eyes and ears open, folks.

We may not be able to stop some things from happening, but we can sure see ‘em coming.

  © Buzz Dixon

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

@therogueofblood said where's the essay so here it be

Jack McSpringheel is a trope break. or maybe more accurately, an archetype break.

in fiction there's this very prevalent character type that's essentially "cocky dude with snarky attitude who's actually a huge softie and is using a confident persona to hide insecurities" and I'm not complaining about it bc there's a reason it's such a popular trope, but it's very interesting to see (hear, whatever) a character who fits that box but just... slightly to the left.

because the thing that strikes me most about Jack is that he's cocky and sassy, he's also a softie in his own way (that scene in Curse of Fenman my beloved), but he's NOT insecure. at all. he's actually very confident and is the only one of the Legion fam who didn't have much of an existential crisis over the mess the Epoch and Avril had each pulled with their memories/lives -- even in the first stories we hear him in, Benny and Ruth are both trying so hard to figure everything out and put all the pieces together, but Jack is just "yeah so, this is happening. i'd like to do something about it." and he's honestly very chill about the whole thing.

basically, even with all this stuff going on, he seems really confident in his identity (to the point that he's the one to reassure Ruth about hers in Curse of Fenman; yeah, i know, that was partly Gary Russell being Gary Russell but also it's a really interesting characterization moment for both of them) and it's really cool.

(additionally, the theme of identity forms the centerpiece to the entire Legion arc and I kinda love it lol)

also, re: my previous post about Jack being the backbone of the Legion fam, i say that bc of some conversations had with @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum where we were talking about the tensions and individual relationships between the whole group, bc they're dysfunctional as heck for a good long while. everybody has this tension between them: bennybrax because of timeline shenanigans, Peter's just generally closed off to everyone (except Brax, oddly enough, which is an entire other essay, but basically he's a lot less hostile to Brax than he is literally everyone else), we never really hear Brax and Ruth directly interact but i get the impression she's slightly unsure about him?, and all of it means that as a collective group, it's just.... A Hot Mess.

but. i find this really interesting and also slightly hilarious. everybody gets along with Jack (for the most part). and it's 100% because of his dumb, cocky personality. he's literally THEE most non-judgemental character i've ever come across and because he seems very flippant -- while also noticeably caring about his friends despite that -- it sets everybody at ease.

he's not scared off or hurt or offended by how prickly Peter is and i feel like Peter (begrudgingly) respects that on some level -- they actually work REALLY WELL together and we love to hear it

actually HMS Surprise is a really good story where it comes to the characters (oh, huh, i just looked and it's written by Alexander Vlahos. neat) and i love how much it goes to show that Jack's attitude is Not a mask in any way, because he makes no attempt to hide it when he's freaked out. he's actually very genuine, which is another reason he's oddly disarming. (he's lowkey like Narvin where you're like "this is not the type of person i would expect to trust with my deepest secrets but somehow i do??")

also he's kinda the exact type of person Brax needed at his point in his arc bc he's just been yeeted from everything he knows by the alt!Burner and is just trying to build a new life for himself/his new partly accidental family?? and Jack is just like "cool i really don't care abt your scary past or anything i'm gonna throw mad shade on you for ridiculously petty things anyway *proceeds to fall down stairs*" and yeah his rapport with Brax is the funniest thing but also adorable bc my angsty Time Lord garbage fire has a Friend™ (and also it's hilarious. why do i feel like this is how EoG!Brax got treated by the Deca all the time)

and then, i mean Benny acts constantly annoyed at him but i think she really just likes having someone to talk crap about and with XD also back to HMS Surprise, bc if you couldn't tell i heckin love that audio, they actually do care about each other, it's just in that very sibling-y bicker-y way.

TL;DR when i say "Jack is the backbone of this family" what i mean is that because everybody individually has a fairly healthy relationship with him that doesn't necessarily involve or require any of the others, he becomes the centerpoint of the group and almost in a way holds them all together just by virtue of being a nice dude with a fun personality.

and when i say "Jack is a trope break" i just mean that it's really nice and refreshing to have a character with That Specific Peronality Type who's not actually angsty or burying hidden insecurities or w/e (*side-eyes Lance from Voltron Legendary Defender*). and again, to clarify: i don't have any issue with those kind of characters, but sometimes it's a bit too predictable?

in conclusion- *holds up Jack* I just think he's neat :)

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Hopping Fun Family Time (Chapter 2)

Heather's a fun girl, isn't she? And a real cutie too! And fluffy! Fluffy bunny girl! X3 She also happens to be extremely ticklish. Everywhere! But especially on her lucky rabbit feet, which she loves teasing others with! ;) And her family just loves tickling her and Heather herself deserves the attention for being so sassy all the time… and for being such a tease with her feet. And since her oldest brother, Benny, didn't tickle her at all in the previous chapter, it sounds like she's going to he tickled again real soon. ;) …Maybe. It may have been hard to tell in the previous chapter but Heather can actually be pretty clever when she wants to be. So who knows? She might find a way to avoid being tickled some more. :B

Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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HOPPING FUN FAMILY TIME

Chapter 2: Wrong Turn at Albuquerque

 Robbie was excited. In thirty minutes, he and his older brother, Benny, are going to put one heck of a smile on their one and only sister's face! :D And as tempting as it was to go downstairs early and surprise the hell out of Heather, Robbie adhered to his older brother's request and waited thirty whole minutes before heading downstairs. And while waiting, he scrounged the upper two floors of the house for tickling utensils to use on Heather's feet; feathers, forks, hairbrushes, toothbrushes, combs, etc. At least that's where he's assuming Benny is intending to tickle her with the utensils he gathered. He can't even begin to imagine Benny tickling Heather anywhere other than her feet with utensils such as hairbrushes, combs, and forks! But once he arrived in Benny's room however, he was surprised to see that Heather wasn't anywhere in plain sight. "Huh? Where's Heather? Where did she go?" wondered Robbie while searching the room for Heather herself, to which Benny replied,

 Benny: Oh, yeah, she's, like, under the bed and stuff, bro.

 Heather: Heheheheh. I sure am and I’ll stay under here for the rest of my life if I have to! *joked Heather, lying under Benny's bed with an "evil" grin on her face*

 "Oh, yeah, she's, like, under the bed and stuff, bro." Well that response certainly raised more questions than it answered. And even more after hearing Heather’s voice coming from under Benny’s bed itself! Noticing this, Benny then felt obligated to fill Robbie in about something that happened while he was upstairs. According to Benny, while he was watching TV with Heather, the young rabbit girl herself apparently felt the need to tease and annoy him. And to do just that, she repeatedly poked him with her toes while sitting directly behind him on his king-sized bed. She repeatedly poked Benny's back and sides and Benny himself couldn't help but laugh and giggle every time her pokes landed on account of how ticklish he is. He humored her for about a minute or so, until politely asking her to stop. And when she refused to stop, he turned around and swiftly grabbed both of her legs at the ankles, wrapping his left arm around both of them, and tickled her feet with his right hand fingers to playfully punish her for her actions. It was perfect. She'd laugh her head off in response to the tickles and if anyone upstairs heard her, they'd likely assume that she was laughing at the show that she and Benny were watching since she had already been tickled today. XD And Benny didn't stop tickling Heather until she broke free from his grasp, which she did by sitting up and repeatedly slapping and punching him once she worked up enough energy to do so, causing him to accidentally release her right foot, and then repeatedly kicking him with her right foot until he accidentally let go of her left foot. After freeing both of her feet, Heather then hopped off of the king-sized bed and then crawled under said bed before Benny could grab her and tickle her again. This was unfortunate for Benny because he's too big to fit underneath his own bed and if he tries lifting and/or sliding his bed, he risks hurting Heather and damaging his bed's headboard. And he doesn't want to hurt his cutie pie sister! But he needs to flush her out from underneath his bed somehow and he might just be able to with help from his tall, thin brother, Robbie. ;)

 Robbie: Well golly gee willikers, big bro! Yeah, that sounds like something she'd do, alright. Hope she didn't hurt you too much.

 Benny: I'm alright. But I need to, like, get her out from under my bed somehow…

 Heather: No you don't!

 Benny: *clears throat* Um, like, yes I do, actually. *said Benny to Heather in a typical annoyed big brother voice* And I tried crawling under there myself to grab her but I'm, like, too fat and stuff, bro. *he then said to Robbie*

 Heather: Haha! Yeah you are! Fatty, fatty, two-by-four, can't get through the kitchen door! *teased Heather with no intention of offending Benny*

 Unlike his boyfriend, Danny, who has a shredded abdomen, Benny has a big flabby belly, like his father before him; a chubby belly and a very soft and fluffy one at that, which Danny loves and is hoping he gets to play with some time tomorrow. X3 And Benny doesn't mind having a big belly either but sometimes, he can't help but feel that he could squeeze into tight spaces better if it was just a tince smaller.

 Robbie: Aw, Benny. You're not fat. You're big-boned.

 Benny: Haha! Agree to disagree, bro. *said Benny, briefly placing and rubbing both of his hands on his big belly* …Wait, I, like, just realized something! Even if I could, like, fit under my bed and stuff, Heather might crawl out from under, like, the other side of the bed and, like, make a run for it and stuff.

 Robbie: *gasp* Oh, yeah, you're right. She's a fast one.

 Heather: Heheheheh! Lightning fast! It'll take more than one of you bozos to stop me! …No, wait! Two bozos! I meant two bozos, bozos!

 Benny: *gasp* Oh my god, I just thought of an idea! Bro, you're skinny. Why don't you, like, try crawling under the bed after Heather!

 Robbie: Oooooooh! Great idea, big bro! …Hmm, uh huh, alright, I should be able to fit under your bed no problem! *said Robbie, after taking a moment to observe Benny’s bed to see what he had to work with*

 Benny: Oh, I'm counting on it, bro. And if at any time she, like, manages to crawl out before you can even do anything to her, I'll, like, be standing here all ready to grab her and stuff!

 Robbie: Haha! Yep! It's a win-win either way… if I can manage to crawl under your bed. And I'm sure I will. Hahahahahaha!

 With that said, Robbie got down on his hands and knees on Benny's floor off to the right of Benny's king-sized bed and peeked underneath to see if he could spot Heather, which he did in just a matter of seconds. Upon spotting Heather, Robbie noticed her lying on her right side with her head resting on her right arm directly underneath Benny's bed, right in the center with her entire body facing towards Robbie himself and a big cheeky smile on her face before moving her legs in his direction to show him her bare lavender soles and tease him with her toes, which did nothing but fuel his desire to tickle them senseless and put one heck of a smile on her precious face. ;)

 Robbie: Oh, Heather. Where are you, Heather? Ah, there you are! There's my baby sister! *teased Robbie while peeking under Benny's bed*

 Heather: Heheheh. Oh, hey, Robbie. You clown, you wanna tickle my feet, don't ya? Yeah, you wanna tickle my feet. Well too bad, you can't! Heheheheh. Not unless you can somehow manage to crawl under this bed after me! *taunted Heather while wiggling and splaying her toes in a teasing manner, purposely trying to get Robbie to try and crawl under the bed after her*

 Robbie: Hahaha! Well, if clowns can fit in a little tiny car, then crawling under a king-sized bed shouldn't be a problem, now should it? *Robbie teased back*

 Then without a second thought, Robbie laid down on his stomach and successfully wiggled his way underneath the bed itself head first, frightening Heather enough to move her feet as far away from him as possible and also wiggle her entire body away from him the closer and closer he moved towards her.

 Robbie: Hahahaha! I'm gonna get you, Heather. Here I come. *teased Robbie in a singsongy voice, crawling even further underneath Benny's bed until only his knees, calves, ankles, and big feet were sticking out underneath* (Oof, a bit of a tight squeeze! But here I am! And in just a matter of seconds, my baby sister's gonna be laughing her precious head off! Hahahaha!)

 Benny: Stop right there! *Benny then shouted all of a sudden like that of an authority figure, prompting both Robbie and Heather to stop dead in their tracks*

 Then before Robbie knew it, he felt his big bare feet being placed on a pillow by someone, rendering him into a nervous state. Then into even more nervous state once he felt that very same someone kneeling over his legs and trapping his ankles between their knees!

 Robbie: Yipe! Benny, what in blue blazes is going on out there?! And Heather, why are you holding your phone next to me in selfie mode?! …Wait, are you recording me?! Why are you recording me?! *asked Robbie, surprisingly oblivious to what's about to happen to him while struggling to free himself the grasp of whoever's facing the opposite direction and kneeling over his legs*

 Heather: Heheheheheh. So you can see the look on your stupid face when you realize that Benny and I just tricked you. *answered Heather with an evil grin, before giving Benny the ok to do something that will put a big smile on Robbie’s face XD* Now, Benny! Do it now!

 Robbie: Huh? Do what now? What's… HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! *laughed Robbie both heartily and kookily the moment he felt someone, presumably Benny, dancing their furry fingers against the soles of his big bare feet* HOHOHOLY ICE CREEHEEHEEAM COHOHOHOHONE, WHO'S DOOHOOHOOING THAT?!?! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOT BEHEHEHENNY, THAHAHAHAT'S FOR SUHUHUHURE!!! *he then claimed through his hearty laughter while wiggling and splaying all six of his toes on a pillow and repeatedly scrunching his exposed soles, in pure denial that Benny just tricked him into crawling under his bed and is also the monster that's currently tickling his feet* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHA!!! OH DELEHEHEHECTABLE VANILLA, CHOHOHOHOLATE, AND STRAHAHAHAHAWBERRY, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEEHEHEEHEEIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI, NOHOHOHOT THE FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHHEEHEHEEHEHEET!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHA, HA, HA, HA, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WOOHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!

 Heather: Hahahahaha! Yes! There's that clown laugh I was waiting for! *said Heather, purposely propping her phone up in front of Robbie so it'll continue to record his priceless reactions while she's away from it* Now keep laughing while both Benny and I tickle the crap out of your feet!

 Robbie: HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! BENNY IS NOHOHOHOT TICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!! *claimed Robbie through his kooky laughter, still in denial about Benny tricking him* HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA!!! I REEHEEHEEFUHUHUHUSE TO BEEHEEHEELIEEHEEHEEVE THAT, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, BENNY IS TIHIHICKLING MY BIG HILARIOUSLY TIHIHIHIHICKLISH FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!! *SNORT* WOOOOOHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAAAAAAA!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

 Benny: Hahaha! Believe it, bro. Oh, by the way, thanks for, like, grabbing all those tickle tools and stuff for me. I can 100% that Heather and I will, like, have all kinds of fun using them to tickle YOUR FEET! *claimed Benny, stopping his ticklish assault on Robbie's feet to hold them all taut for Heather the moment he noticed Heather herself sitting upright on her backside with her knees bent upwards and her own bare feet positioned next to Robbie's bare feet* Hahahaha! Won't we, Heather?

 Heather: Heheheheh. We will, yeah! Right after I tickle them with my toes! *said Heather in response as she began wiggling her toes up and down the now taut soles of Robbie's big feet, causing the goofy blue rabbit monster himself to laugh even harder than before*

 Robbie: PFFFFFFFFF… BWOOOOHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO, HEHEHEHEATHER, NOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!! HEHEHEHEATHER, NOT YOUR TOHOHOHOHOHOHOES!!! *pleaded Robbie, desperately trying to scrunch his taut soles and wiggle his toes* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! NOT YOUR CUHUHUHUTE FLUFFY TOHOHOHOHOES!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!!

 Heather: Heheheheheh. Look at them, Benny. Just look at them all wiggling up and down these big blue clown feet. …Don't I have the cutest toes? *she then asked cheekily, quoting a certain pink cartoon rabbit girl while continuing to wiggle her own six toes against Robbie's soles* Hmm, Benny? Don't I just have the cutest toes? Robbie sure seems to think so! Heheheheh.

 Benny: Haha! Dial it back a little there, Babs. *said Benny in response, ignoring Heather's question since he knew she wasn't expecting an answer*

 Robbie: WOOHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHEHEHHEEATHER, PLEEHEEHEEHEHEEEASE… *SNORT* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!! STOHOHOHOP!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOHOHOHOP TIHIHIHICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!! *pleaded Robbie once more, still unable to scrunch his taut soles and wiggle his toes* HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, IN THE NAHAHAHAHAME OF NICE CREEHEEHEEAM, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, THE FROHOHOZEN TREEHEEHEEAT THAT WAHAHAHARMS YOHOHOHOUR HEART, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA, STOHOHOP TICKLING MY BIG FEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEET, HAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, MY BIG BLUHUHUHUHUE CLOHOHOHOWN FEEHEEHEEHEET!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* WOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Benny lied! He wasn't planning to help Robbie tickle Heather! Instead, he helped Heather with a scheme to trick and tickle Robbie! Heather had a feeling that Robbie would go on one of his (in)famous tickle rampages after watching Brad and Justin's tickle fight and just in case he did, she devised a plan to get the perfect revenge and Benny, finding the idea of tickling Robbie after tricking him into crawling under a bed hilarious while at the same time wishing he would've thought of that idea himself, was more than happy to help her. And to do just that, he needed to give Robbie the impression that he was on his side; first by preventing Heather from escaping the kitchen when Robbie and Harriet ganged up on her to tickle her to precious pieces, then by asking Robbie to help him tickle Heather in his bedroom, and then by tickling Heather's feet in his bedroom while Robbie, Harriet, Brad, and Justin were all upstairs as playful punishment for poking him with her toes while they were watching TV together. Yes, as hard as it may be for Robbie to believe after Benny's "betrayal," Benny's story about what he and Heather did to each other was technically a true one in many ways. Heather actually did poke and tickle Benny with her toes to both tease and annoy him enough to make him turn around and tickle her feet and she actually did end up slapping, punching, and kicking Benny to get him to release her when the tickling became too much for her. And she actually wound up hiding under Benny's bed earlier than she wanted to in order to avoid being tickled by Benny after pulling both of her feet out from under his left arm and before Robbie showed up! She couldn't help herself. She simply couldn't help herself. Whenever an opportunity arises to annoy one or more of her brothers, she takes full advantage of it and being the playfully sassy girl that she is, she's very good at annoying her brothers too! XD And while she never means any harm while doing so, she is aware of how annoying she can be towards her brothers at times, which is why she informed Benny before poking him with her toes to stick to her plan regardless of what may or may not happen between him and her before Robbie's arrival. She's a smart girl like that. X3 And Benny's a smart big brother for knowing that Heather annoying him is just one of her ways of saying that she loves him; just like tickling Robbie's feet after tricking him into crawling under a bed is one of both Benny and Heather's ways of saying that they love Robbie. X3 Robbie might not exactly think so at the moment but his viewpoint may change after a while; either after a few more seconds or minutes of Heather and Benny playing with his big lucky rabbit feet or as soon as Heather and Benny finish playing with his big lucky rabbit feet; if they finish playing with his big lucky rabbit feet, that is. XD Because tickling Robbie's feet is just too much fun! And the blue fluffy ice cream salesman himself totally deserves it for exposing them 24/7! And like Heather's feet, Robbie's feet also happen to be super ticklish! Possibly even more ticklish than Heather's! Just one teensy tiny stroke against one of his both large and long soles is enough to send him into a fit of both hearty and kooky laughter like that of a clown. Though especially on his arches and balls, his overall most ticklish spots!

 One minute later…

 Heather: Heheheheheh. Well that sure was fun! Can I tickle with my toes or what? *asked Heather cheekily, lifting her legs up and wiggling her toes in Benny's face just seconds after she finished tickling Robbie's feet with them, which she immediately regretted the moment Benny grabbed her legs at the ankles and licked her soles, toes, and in between for about 45 seconds as punishment for teasing him* Heheheheheheh. Eeeeek! Hey, let go of l my legs! Let go… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *she suddenly burst into laughter, desperately trying to pull her feet away from Benny's tongue, which he's only using to tickle her feet with because it was the only thing he could think to use in the panicked state he was in at the time; panicking in fear of Heather pulling her feet away from his face before he could even lay a finger or tongue on them* EHEHEHEHEHEW!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! BENNY, THAT'S REEHEEHEEALLY GROHOHOHOSS!!! HAHAAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! UHUHUHUGH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA, HOLY CAHAHAHAHARROT CAKES, HAHAHAHAHA, IS YOHHOHOHOR TONGUE ALWAYS THAT SLIMY, BIG BROHOHOHO?!?! *SQUEAK* HAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOH MAHAHAHAN, THAHAHAT FEEHEEHEELS SO WEEHEEHEEIRD IN BETWEEHEEHEEN MY TOHOHOHOES!!! *SQUEAK* GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEE!!!

 Benny: (Oh my god, sorry, sis! I, like, totally didn't intend for this to happen! Really, I didn't! I, like, just panicked and stuff!) *thought Benny worriedly to himself as he lickled Heather's soles and toes, fearing that Heather might resent him for doing so after he releases her*

 Oh that Heather; jumping at any opportunity to tease someone with her feet. Well she certainly got her just desserts after doing just that to Benny! And despite appearing to be disgusted, she didn't actually mind him tickling her feet with his tongue all that much. It was a different feeling to say the least, but Heather didn't let one unusual turn of events ruin her fun. After Benny let go of her legs, she just shrugged it off, much to Benny's surprise, and resumed tickling Robbie's feet. And that also happened to be the moment she and Benny began tickling Robbie with all of those utensils he unknowingly rounded up for them and only them. Every single one of them on every inch of his mega ticklish soles and toes! ;)

 Robbie: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* HOHOHOHOHOHOLY HOT FUDGE SUHUHUHUNDAE, NOT THOHOHOHOHOSE THINGS!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ANYTHING BUT THOHOHOHOHOSE FUHUHUHUDGING THINGS!!!! HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GOHOHOHO BACK TO USING YOHOHOHOHOUR FINGERS OR TOHOHOHOES!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! OR BOHHOHOHOHOHOTH!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! PLEASE, HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, PLEEHEEHEEASE, HAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA, PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEEASE!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!! OH BAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHHANA SPLIT, NOHOHOHOHO!!!! *SNORT* TYAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 Heather: Heheheheheh. Here comes Heather Cottontail, hopping down the tickle trail… *sang Heather, pretending that Benny didn't just tickle her feet with his tongue as she signaled over to him to finish her verse* …Uh, Benny?

 Benny: Oh, you, like, want me to sing. …O-ok, sure. …Hippity, hoppity, laughter's, like, on its way… and stuff! *Benny awkwardly joined in, still not over the fact that he just licked his own sister's feet and how Heather herself is just pretending that he hadn't done so* Ehehehehehe…

 Robbie: WOOHAHA, WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHI!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* WOOHOOHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOH SWEEHEEHEEHEET DREEHEEHEEAMSICLES, DOHOHOHON'T SING!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! DOHOHOHON'T SING!!!! *pleaded Robbie, laughing even harder with verbal teasing thrown into the mix* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GOHOHOLLY GEE WILLIKERS, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, IT'S AHAHAHALMOHOHOHOST LIKE YOHOHOHOUR TRYING, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, TO, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA, MAHAHAKE THIS CLOHOHOHOWN'S HEAD EXPLOHOHOHODE!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WAIT, HAHAHHAHAHAHA, YOHOHOHOHOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY PLAHAHAHANNING ON DOOHOOHOOING THAT, ARE YOU?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!! ARE YOOHOOHOOU?!?!?! *he then asked worriedly; well, as worriedly as he possibly could while laughing in such kooky manner; through his laughter without even thinking, clearly overtaken by the intense ticklish torture that both Heather and Benny were dishing out to both of his long soles and all six of his long toes* WOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* BLAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* WOOHOOHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHAHAHA, WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 Heather and Benny used a variety of utensils on Robbie's feet; hairbrushes, forks, combs, scrub brushes, toothbrushes, feathers, you name it. And they did so for about fifteen minutes; experimenting with all kinds of different combinations of utensils, each one more ticklish than the last. Benny and Heather really did a number on Robbie's feet with the utensils and by the time they finished using them, Robbie himself, who was in absolute stitches within the very first second of the fifteen-minute session, couldn't help but feel like he was going to die. Literally gasping for breath and drenched in his own sweat and tears with tomato-red soles and toes on large feet that wouldn't stop twitching and tingling, Robbie should consider himself lucky that he was given any sort of break while trapped under Benny's bed and legs! Too ticklish! His big bare feet are just too damn ticklish! And strangely enough, the utensils that made him laugh the hardest were feathers. Their soft plumes that are incredibly useful for tickling in between toes and stiff pokey quills are just too much for him to handle and of all the feathers that were used to tickle his feet, Heather's favorite personal feather, a feather with an orange plume and green quill (like a carrot X3), was the one that made him want to crawl out of his skin. Heather calls this feather the "Heather Feather" and with a fluffy plume that feels only slightly less softer than Prince Asriel Dreemurr's fur, it is perhaps the most tickly feather a sassy rabbit monster girl such as herself can get her hands on. ;) And it wound up in her possession out of pure luck! Sometime before her father, Harrison, passed away, she was out shopping with her father on a daddy-daughter day out together and one of the things they were shopping for just so happened to be a bag of feathers. Before he passed, Harrison was the biggest tickle enthusiast in his and Heather's family and one of his traditions as a tickle enthusiast was buying a bag of feathers for his children once they reached a certain age and they were always bags that contained an assortment of single-colored feathers with stiff plumes. But the bag he bought for Heather had one feather inside that was different from the rest; a fluffy orange feather with a green quill rather than a stiff orange feather with an orange quill or a stiff green feather with a green quill; and its placement in that bag was completely accidental. That fluffy feather wasn't supposed to be packaged with all those stiff feathers but Heather's so grateful that it was though! Because it's her favorite feather from the entire bag! And not just because it tickles like hell and resembles a carrot but also because using it to tickle others brings back heartwarming memories of her father, the monster that bought it for her without knowing that it was mixed in with an assortment of stiff feathers as well as the first monster she ever tickled with it. X3 She'll never forget the look on her father's face when she saw how much that fluffy feather tickled in comparison to all of the stiff feathers she used to tickle his feet and other ticklish spots of his that very same day. One stroke to the sole of his right foot with it was all it took to make him explode with hearty laughter and the face he made while that feather was stroking his foot was downright cartoonish. ;P Almost as cartoonish as the face he made whilst being tickled mercilessly on his feet by Onionsan one time in Waterfall, an event that prompted him to start wearing footwear while on Royal Guard duty despite the fact that Onionsan didn’t mean any actual harm towards him and was overall just trying to be playful, unlike the two merciless ticklers that prompted Benny to start wearing a helmet and footwear while on Royal Guard duty. But probably not anywhere near as cartoonish as Robbie's laughing expressions and reactions to tickles, which do nothing but give Heather even more excuses to call Robbie himself a clown. XD

 Heather: Alright, Dad, this one’s for you! *exclaimed Heather the moment she and Benny began tickling Robbie’s feet with an assortment of feathers, the very feathers that their father purchased for them when he was alive*

 Robbie: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHA, WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIIIIIIIIII!!!! *SNORT* WOOHOOHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOH COHOHOHOLORFUL POHOHOHOHOPSICLES, NOHOHOHOT FEHEHEHEEHEHATHERS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOOHOH SWEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET FREEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZIES, WHY’D IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVE TO BE FEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEATHERS?!?! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HOHOHOHOHOHOLY ICE CREEHEEHEEHEEAM COHOHOHOHONE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT MY SOHOHOHOHOLES AND IN BEETWEEHEEHEEHEEN MY TOHOHOHOHOES AT THE SAHAHAHAHAME TIME…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOOHOHOH, THAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIICKLES SOHOHOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUHUHUDGING BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD, YOU TWO!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GOHOHOHOHOHOLLY GEEHEHEEHEEHEE WILLIKEHEHEHEHEHERS, THAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 Benny: Haha! That’s good. Because that means we’re doing, like, exactly what Dad would want us to be doing right now. Right, Heather?

 Heather: Heheheheh. Heck yeah, bigger bro! Couldn’t have said it better myself! X3 Are we making you proud, Dad? Oh, what am I saying? Of course we are! Just listen to this clown laugh!

 They most certainly are! And so is Robbie just by laughing like the clown that he is every single second Benny and Heather spend tickling his big hilariously ticklish feet! X3 Speaking of Robbie, his reactions and expressions whilst being tickled are downright hilarious to watch, which is why Heather has been recording him this entire time with her phone propped up within his reach under the bed and in selfie mode so he can see his own priceless reactions as she and Benny tickle his feet to make him laugh even more. XD And Robbie even has the decency to stand her phone back up for her every time he accidentally knocks it over while squirming and thrashing underneath the bed! XD Now that's an awesome big brother right there! He could easily turn her phone face-down or simply turn it away from his head, make her phone stop recording him, or threaten to look at the things on her phone she doesn't want anyone but her seeing if she and Benny don't stop tickling him anytime soon. But he doesn't. He knows that Heather has all kinds of fun tickling him and he never wants to do anything to ruin her fun. And Heather is all too aware of that aspect of him, which is why she purposely placed her phone in an easy-to-reach spot to begin with. And it might be hard to believe, what with all of the frantically desperate begging and pleas to stop and let him out from under the bed, but Robbie is actually having a HOPPING fun time having his mega ticklish stompers tickled. As the huge tickle enthusiast he claims to be, a huge tickle enthusiast that loves chasing kids down and tickling them to precious pieces, he also thoroughly enjoys his tickle time and is more than happy to help his sister record his cartoonish expressions as he laughs both heartily and kookily like the clown that he is. ;) But what Robbie doesn't know is that Benny has been recording him too. But unlike Heather, who's been recording his face whilst being tickled, Benny has been recording his feet whilst being tickled. That's right. While Heather's phone was recording Robbie's face, Benny's phone was recording his feet. XD And for no reason other than to show Justin (and only Justin since Brad already knows, hehe) at a later time first hand proof of what works best against Robbie's immensely ticklish feet! ;) How considerate of Benny to give Justin a visual tutorial on how to tickle Robbie's feet! And by the time Benny and Heather finish tickling Robbie, Benny will surely have some outstanding FOOTage to show Justin! XD And even more after a third rabbit monster has some fun tickling Robbie! ;)

 Robbie: WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WOO, WOO, WOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…

 TO BE CONTINUED…

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The Parent Trap | Chapter One; two sides of the same coin

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap,  dad!harry

series summary:  Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary: Benjamin and Edward tries to convince their parents that they aren’t children anymore, but it’s harder than they think.

author note: I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. But please let me know if you see anthing that doesn’t seem right. And an important note about Harry and Y/N; They probably won’t see each other for a long time. But I plan on mentioning their thoughts about each other from time to time as I did in this chapter. So, buckle up, It’s gonna be a long way :)

Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

The Parent Trap Masterlist 

Between all the paperwork, Y/N was feeling like she could go crazy any minute. When she had decided to work from home, she didn’t think that anyone could reach her at any minute. It didn’t matter whether it was weekdays or weekends. She was either answering some phonecall from her customer or choosing the right fabric for her designs. Well, except the times she was with her son, Edward. 

Y/N loved her job. She started at a very early age, it would even be proper to say that she had nothing or no one but her family when she had started this job. Now, she was one of the best designers across the world. She truly loved her job. But if there was one thing she loved more than her job, it was her son. The only person who could brighten her after a long day in her study room. He was the best thing Y/N had. So, when he brought her a cup of hot coffee while she was dealing with her job's most boring side, paperwork, he brought the sunshine inside the room with him.  

When Edward knocked on the door she was so focused she didn't even hear it. So little boy quietly sneaked in and gently put the cup on the big desk. When Y/N realized, she looked up and saw her son, smiling at her. With his bright green eyes and long brown locks, Edward reminded everyone of his father. At least, the ones who knew him. Y/N was very cautious about her son’s and her private life. He was her treasure that she kept away from the whole world. 

"Since when are you serving coffees, young man?" Y/N smiled as she raised an eyebrow to her nine-year-old son.  

Edward shrugged and made himself comfortable at one of the leather sofas. "I thought you could use some break. I know you wouldn't stop if I didn't come in." 

"You know I don't need you to be the mother, it's my job." 

"It's not like I'm the mother every day. I'm okay with being the mother every once in a while. I know you love your job." Y/N got up from her chair as her son kept talking. Watching him talk was like watching a flower bloom. She would give everything to stop him from growing old. "Plus we have Nate to be the mother, I'm more like, the cool aunt of family." 

"Don't ever let Nate hear that. Poor guy would be devastated." 

"I think he would prefer my sassy remarks rather than yours." 

Y/N sat beside Edward on the leather sofa and raised an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" She couldn't help but laugh as her son giggled. "Well, you can be very mean sometimes, mom." 

"Ouch, I'm bruised, Eddy." 

Y/N hugged her son with one arm. He laughed as he let his mother embrace him. Edward loved physical contact even though he didn't show it. He loved resting his head on his mother's chest as they did nothing. He wasn't a very social child, he liked staying inside and being alone. He didn't have friends at his age and was never a team player unless he trusted the people around him. But with Y/N, he felt safe.

"I haven’t seen you around today."

"Well, it's because you spent your whole Saturday trapped in here. I planted those flowers in the garden with Nate today. It was fun until he started to give me lectures about being responsible." 

Y/N knew her assistant could be a bit much sometimes. But he still helped her a lot, not just as her assistant, but as her friend too. Edward loved him. He was one of the best friends Y/N had. Y/N knew growing up without a dad was hard for Edward. So she was grateful to him because, after her father, Nate was one the father figures for Edward. 

"You know he loves you." 

"Yeah, I know." 

They sat there in silence for a moment. Y/N closed her eyes as she stroked her son's hair and listened to his breathing.  

"Mom?" Edward said as if he was checking his mother. 

"Yes, baby?" 

"You know, my birthday is coming..." Y/N frowned but still kept her eyes close. 

"There are still two months until your birthday, you know. Not two days." 

"I know, mom." He rolled his eyes. "I was thinking... Since I'm turning ten this year maybe you could buy me a computer. I'm not a child anymore." 

"You will always be a child for me. Your age doesn't matter." 

"Moooom." 

Y/N laughed at his son's reaction. "I thought we talked about this before, honey. I'm not comfortable with you interacting with social media. People can be cruel." 

"I'm not saying I want to have a social media account or something. But, you know, it would be good to have a computer." 

Y/N took a deep breath. "I will think about it." She said and smiled. Edward hugged her with joy and thanked her for even considering it. Y/N knew people on the internet could be cruel. All she wanted was to protect him but she knew she couldn't keep him to herself until forever. He was already homeschooled and didn't have as many friends as children of his age. People were eventually going to find out. She knew it was inevitable. 

"If you want to be more social, you can always think about that summer camp that Zayn was talking about." 

"Mom, I don't want to be social. I don't need friends." 

"Friends can be very helpful. I had a lot of friends when I was your age." 

"We both know that they were Aunt Abby's friends." Edward laughed when he saw his mother's face. It wasn't wrong. Her big sister, Abigail, had been her best friend through childhood. And she was still her biggest supporter. "Plus, I have Becky. She's my age."  

"Becky isn't always around." 

"Yeah, because Aunt Abby isn't always around." 

Since Abigail was always traveling her daughter, Becky was traveling with her too. Becky was two years younger than Edward. And Edward loved his cousin like a sister. He was happy to be her big brother. 

"They won't be here for summer. So, you can always take the opportunity and go to that summer camp." Although Edward wasn't eager about it, his mother wanted him to have friends. "I will think about it." 

With that, Nate stuck his head through the open door and eyed two of them. "Sorry for interrupting your mom and son time. But are you guys hungry? Because I'm dying over here."

Y/N groaned as she rested her head against the sofa. "I'm starving."

"So, tacos?"

"You know I will never, ever say no to tacos," Edward said.

Y/N laughed but before she could answer her phone started to ring. She got up and found her phone inside the whole mess. "I need to answer this. Why don't you guys go ahead and order?" 

Before he got up, Edward looked at her mother with meaningful eyes. "You will think about the computer, right?" Y/N smiled and planted a kiss on top of his head. 

"I will, baby." 

While Edward made his way to the kitchen, Nate stayed back.

"How long are you planning on keeping it secret from him?" 

"As long as I can, Nate." 

"He deserves to know." 

Y/N took a deep breath. "I don't need a lecture about it. I know he will eventually ask. I will just let future Y/N deal with it." 

"This is one of the worst answers you've ever given." 

"You're being very helpful, Nate, thank you." 

"You're welcome." Y/N shook her head and answered the call as Nate returned to the kitchen. 

At the same time, Y/N made her way to the kitchen, Harry was walking towards Benjamin's room to wake him up, in a completely different country. 

Harry knocked three times on his son's door. Even though he knew it was going to take more than three knocks to wake Benjamin up, Harry still had faith. But Ben was still asleep at the other side of the white-painted door. After a second or two, Harry opened the door with a sigh. 

"It's time to wake up, buddy!" 

Benjamin was tangled between his dark blue sheets. His short curly hair lying on the pillow, his green eyes shut. It was still mindblowing how much he looked like his father. At times like these, Harry never wanted to wake him up. If someone looked at him from where he stood, they would think that he was an angel. The only thing was that his son was the devil himself. And he didn't know if he should be proud or disappointed.  

"Benny, breakfast is getting cold," Harry said as he opened the curtains. "Get up, now." 

Benjamin groaned into his pillow. If there was one thing he hated most, it was waking up. He was never a morning person. The resemblance between Benjamin and his mother always made Harry a little bittersweet. It was like the universe didn't want him to forget her. As if forgetting her was an option. She was in every song he heard or wrote. 

"Why can't I sleep more?" Benjamin asked, his eyes still closed. "Why do you have to be so cruel to wake me up at the crack of dawn?" 

"It's almost noon, Ben." 

"Well, still the crack of dawn." 

Harry laughed at his son's reaction. Benjamin had always been sassy, but he always found a way to people's hearth, especially Harry's. He was something Harry couldn't explain. Benjamin was everything Harry had and he would give everything up for him without a doubt. 

"So, should we let Jeffrey eat all the pancakes?" 

Benjamin peeked through one open eye with a smile on his face. "Pancakes don't sound so bad. I like Katty's pancakes." 

Katty was Benjamin's nanny and she usually helped Harry around the house with chores and dinner. She was one of the exceptional people around Benjamin. He liked her, and she helped him when he needed some woman influence. 

Benjamin never held back what he thought about the person across him. Whenever Harry found some nanny he either scared them with his pranks or his remarks. But Katty was the only nanny who could have fun with him rather than running away from him. She was more like a sister to Benjamin. And Harry was happy that Benjamin could trust Katty as much as he trusted Gemma. 

"Sorry, pal, you have to settle for my pancakes because Katty won't be here today."

Benjamin sighed. "So we're eating burnt pancakes, again?" 

Harry acted like he was annoyed. "You weren't saying that before Katty." 

"Because I didn't know chocolate chip pancakes existed." 

"You always have something to say, don't you?" 

Just like your mother.

" And I'm not even awake, yet. Think about the things I would say if I was awake." 

"You sound pretty awake to me, buddy." He let Benjamin free from all the sheets. "Time to get up."

After five pancakes and two glass of orange juice, Benjamin was awake more than ever. While he was playing a game on the big television, Harry and Jeffrey were talking about upcoming projects. 

"...for June we'll be recording the album and then you have that project with Gucci in July." 

"I thought we were going to go to Holmes Chapel and see grandma this June," Benjamin questioned, suddenly not so interested in his game. 

"I don't think we'll be able to do that, buddy. We'll be in Los Angeles." 

"Will Camille be with us?" 

Camille was Harry's current girlfriend. And Benjamin did not like her at all. After Y/N, Harry didn't have any relationship for a long time. Not just because he thought it would be hard for Benjamin if it didn't work out, but also he wasn't ready for getting heartbroken again. Camille was his longest relationship despite Benjamin's dislike for her. 

"Yeah, probably." 

Benjamin grunted with vexation and let himself fell on the couch again. 

"Do I have to be there?" Benjamin looked at his father with hope. "Can't I just stay with grandma?"

"A month is a long time Benny." 

"Yeah, dad, I know. That's why I don't want to spend it with Camille."

"I would appreciate it if you just tried to like her." 

"Or you could just send me to the summer camp I've been talking about." 

Harry took a deep breath. "We talked about this, Benny. I can't send you somewhere I've never heard before." 

"But Freddie is going too." Benjamin whined.

"What's up with this summer camp?" Jeffrey asked when he couldn't help his curiosity. 

"Something he heard from Freddie, I guess. He's been talking about it non-stop." 

"Why don't you just let him go?"

"You know why, Jeff."

"You're just being paranoid, Harry. Let him have some fun. It's already hard to be the son of a famous pop star." 

Jeffrey made Harry hesitate. He was right and Harry knew that. It was just scary to be away from him for more than a month. And since Benjamin wasn't a calm kid, it made it harder for him to decide. He wasn’t going to be there when things were going to go bad. But when he saw his son sitting there not even giving attention to the game all devastated, he couldn't help but say yes. 

"You can go as long as you promise to be nice." 

"Really?" 

"Really."

"You're the best, dad!"

Benjamin hugged him so tight and smiled so bright that it made every bad thought Harry had, vanish. He hugged his son back. Apologizing to him without words for everything he took away from him, for everything he could have if he and his mom hadn’t been so stubborn.

If he only knew that Benjamin would take everything back with a simple summer camp. 

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Hcs for ben from umbrella academy taking reader on a date pretty please

well since you asked so nicely!

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ben is sweetheart(tm)

also a sassy bastard but we love him anyway

we’re gonna pretend that ben didn’t die bc this is my world and i can do what i want

so ben is alive and well

as well as a member of the hargreeves family can be

and he has klaus in his living room bc he got drunk and klaus’s apartment was apparently too far to walk to

so ben decides (because even though klaus is annoying, he still loves him) that he’d go and get coffee 

he was gonna make some but decided against it

so he pops down to the nearest coffee shop with a couple of reusable cups that keeps your drinks warm

thermos? idk

anyway

so he gets his coffee, gets klaus some sugar with some coffee on the side, and is about to leave when he spots you sitting in the corner

its about 10am and you look exhausted, but there’s a determination in your eyes as you stare at your textbook that intrigues him

a couple seconds later, you glance up from your book and accidentally meet his eyes

a small smile graces your lips

ben decides that klaus won’t be awake for at least another half hour, and in a burst of confidence, ben makes his way over to you

you smile up at him as he stands by your table

‘hi’

‘hi’ he breathes back, seeing how stunning you are from up close

you gesture to the other side of the table

‘would you like to sit?’

ben takes a seat, and you carefully bookmark your place in the textbook before putting it to the side

there’s a few seconds of slightly awkward silence before ben introduces himself

you tell him your own name, and it’s like the floodgates opened

before he even notices, an hour has passed and his phone rings, showing klaus’s caller id

he cringes internally, and sighs

you cock your head to the side

‘you need to go?’

‘...kinda’

‘that’s okay, i should do some more work anyway’

but ben refuses to just leave

he point questioningly at a pen you had, and you nod

he scribbles his number down on a spare bit of paper, and gets up to leave

‘you can call me if you want...’ he takes a deep breath ‘...because i’d really like to take you out on a date’

his heart is racing his palms are sweaty and he just begins to regret it when he hears 

‘i would love to go on a date with you’

he grins and shoves his hands in his pockets, finally walking away

it’s a couple days later, and you two have been talking non-stop

you’ve been busy, but you’ve promised him that today you two are going on a date

getting to know you has been the highlight of ben’s life, even if klaus keeps bugging him to know who has him all smiley

you agree on a time, and ben tells you his address so you can meet him there

he makes sure klaus is nowhere to be seen, and that his other siblings are under strict instructions to not message him, call him, come find him, anything

it’s a classic first date

you both look gorgeous, and ben cannot help but keep complimenting you throughout the evening

he takes you to a movie you said you’d been wanting to see for a while, and eventually he agrees to split the cost of the snacks with you bc you need a lot of snacks to watch a movie

he’s a gentleman, opens doors for you, lets you get to your seat first etc.

he knows he’s met someone special when you suggest saying it was his birthday to get a free dessert when you’re out for dinner

it goes off smoothly and the two of you devour the cake slices brought to your table

you get some icing on your nose and ben leans over to wipe it off, giggling at you while you pout playfully

ben insists on walking you back to his house, knowing full well he’s capable of defending himself on the walk home if something were to happen

he finds it sweet that you’re worried, but promises he’ll be just fine

the pair of you are standing at your door, and ben asks, very shyly, if he can kiss you

you’re thrilled that he asked for permission (consent is important kids) and say yes

he grins, and lightly pecks your lips

from behind him in a bush comes ‘woohoo benny boy!!’

ben sighs

‘klaus, do us all a favour and fuck off’

you laugh as your hear indignant muttering getting further away from the bush

‘sorry about that’ ben rubs the back of his neck sheepishly

you kiss his cheek

‘don’t worry about it! thank you so much for the date’

‘you’re welcome. thank you for coming on said date’ he smiles

he lets you go into your house, gently refusing your invitation to come inside for a little, insisting that you should get some sleep

the door closes and ben can’t hide his smile

he will have to kill klaus, though

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okayyyy got a little carried away there but hey! never written for ben before! hope you liked it, thank you for requesting! <3

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A Gentlemen’s Agreement Epilogue

A Supernatural Denny AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/ Benny Lafitte

Other characters: Pamela, Jesse, Caesar, Crowley, Balthazar, Meg, Jo, Lee, Lisa, Sam (mentioned), Drea OFC, Robbie and SJ OMCs, Deanna OFC

Word count: 2340

A/N: Enjoy! xoxo Stu

Brunch

    The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. The remnants of the early snowstorm had left soggy lawns and damp sidewalks. Benny pulled up to the restaurant and parked on the curb, smiling over at Dean. He waited patiently. 

    “You sure this is a good idea?” Dean squinted in the midday light.

    “Been dying to meet ya. Figured it’s only fair, I met your folks, you can meet my people too,” Benny said simply. “But I’m not gonna force ya.”

    “I just, I’m not used to being out in public. In numbers,” Dean sputtered.

    Benny raised a single eyebrow at him. “Well, I guess this is your best shot to try it out, dontcha think?”

    “What if they don’t like me? I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends,” Dean explained the root of the problem.

    “I like you, they will too. Just relax, be your charming self and if you don’t know what to say, you can just keep eating.” Benny put his hand on Dean’s thigh, squeezing just so.

    Dean growled out a sigh. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

    Like that could make an uncomfortable situation worth it. Benny smirked at Dean’s logic, waiting for his face to soften from grouchy to amiable. Once Dean relaxed, Benny kissed him, just long enough to keep him flustered and climbed out of the truck.

     They approached a large round table midway along the heated patio, where four people were already seated.

A raven haired woman waved them over. “My good Benjamin, did you bring a straight boy to brunch, just for me?!”

“Pammy!” Benny leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya darlin', but ain't nothing straight about this'n."

 “Hey, now! Can’t a guy speak for himself?!” Dean snipped defensively as he sat in the spot beside Benny.

Everyone laughed. Pamela raised her eyebrow in question.

Dean licked his lips and put on the smolder, “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m taken.”

“Wait, this--- THIS is your sassy mechanic?!” Crowley leaned forward, extending his hand, his English brogue gruff and pandering. “Nice to finally meet you, handsome.”

       Dean gave Benny the side eye and all Benny could do was shrug coyly. Dean shook the man’s hand, trying not to show his discomfort from his lingering glances. Benny made the rest of the introductions, Jesse and Cesar were also a couple, but had been married for a few years. They seemed to be waiting on someone before they ordered. The group sipped their cocktails with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary in the center of the kitsch tablecloth.

Benny poured Dean a generous portion of the red drink and slipped seamlessly into the conversation. Dean sucked the palmeto out of an olive and listened casually, not too sure where he fit in this part of Benny’s life.

Twenty minutes later a rail of a guy swaggered in, with oversized aviators and a black linen suit. 

“Oh, thank Christ for booze,” he huffed, grabbing Dean’s glass without even acknowledging Dean was there. The blonde chugged the entire drink, before breaking for air. “I just had the worst hook up of my life, no, well, the year at least. He took me to his mother’s house. She tried to make me breakfast. I was simply mortified. I just left. What could I even do at that point, honestly?!”

Now that his audience had his attention back, the man gawked at Dean. He even pulled down his sunglasses for a better look. “Now who the fuck is this? Is it show and tell?! Because I am not prepared in the least.” 

He casually patted at his hair and eyed Dean from top to toe. Benny chuckled, but Pamela was the one to make the introduction.

“Balthazar, our regular hangover diva. Meet Dean, Benny’s boy toy,” she deadpanned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh you can’t be serious,” Balthazar lamented, looking from Pam to Benny to Crowley and finally at Dean. “Fuck you southerners and your goddamn accents--- always gets the hotter ones,” he muttered defensively as he threw himself against the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs.

“Well, now that we’re all here,” Cesar ended the dramatics concisely. “Maybe somebody should find our waitress?”

Dean looked at Benny confused. “We’re always here for a while, she doesn’t bother us until we’re actually ready to order. Tend to annoy her otherwise.”

Crowley volunteered as he needed to head to the men’s room anyhow. Five minutes later he arrived with an obviously surly waitress.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Meg’s smokey voice broke through Balthazar's latest story. She centered herself between Cesar and Crowley’s seat and cocked her hip, tongue firmly in cheek as she waited for Dean to take her bait.

“Heya, Meg,” Dean sighed. The inevitable caught up with him after all, they just had to run into someone he knew.

“Oh, this has got to be good, now, pray tell, how do you two know each other?” Crowley probed.

“Oh me and this schmuck? We go way back.” Meg smiled without teeth.

“Is that so?” Benny tested the waters.

“Not like that,” Dean grumbled. “Meg, here, took my little brother Sammy out for a few spins, back in the day. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? It was high school.” Meg let her indifference coat her entire being until curiosity sparked to life in her eyes. “So what are you doing with this crowd, or did they bring you in just to add a new level of torture to my Sunday shifts?”

“Well---.” Dean swallowed, looked at Benny for clarification and got mild amusement instead. “I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“Joy,” Meg bristled before taking their orders, knowing most of the table’s usuals before they even opened their mouths.

News

    Benny rushed into the customer entrance of the shop, the wet October air had kept the service doors closed for the past week. He leaned against the counter, decorated in local business cards and charity fliers, anxiously waiting for someone to talk to. His chest was so tight he worried he’d pass out from excitement. He just needed to see him was all, once he saw Dean it would be easier.

    Lee sauntered in from the service bay, they both had drawn the short straw it seemed.

    “Hey, mind getting Dean for me? It’s important,” Benny asked, unable to keep the burning smile from his face.

    Lee eyed him curiously but nodded and headed back the way he came. He didn’t shout, not really. “Dean-o, your boyfriend’s looking for ya.”

    Dean unfurled himself from the engine he had been tinkering with all morning and glared at Lee.

    “Husband, whatever, seems urgent,” Lee acquiesced. Dean nodded and wiped his hands off on the closest rag. Dean pulled his wedding band out from his undershirt out of habit more than anything. He couldn’t wear it on his hands at work, but he didn’t want to lose it so Benny made him a braided leather necklace once they got back from their honeymoon.

    Dean ignored formality and walked straight into the waiting room. Once he saw the look on Benny’s face he knew what was happening.

    “It’s go time?” He asked, shock and exhilaration sparking his instinct to move.

    “It’s go time, cher. Lisa called me on the way to the hospital. Sam’s driving her from the office. Her water broke about 9:30,” Benny explained, the nervousness slipping into his cadence.

    “Alright, I’m gonna clean up, you want me to drive?” Dean asked, gauging the unsteadiness in his usually stalwart husband.

    “That’s probably best, yeah,” Benny agreed. 

Dean leaned in and kissed him firmly, resting his forehead against Benny’s temple before pulling away.“Hey, we got this, alright? That kid is gonna be so spoiled having you for a daddy, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking, gonna have you wrapped around their finger before they can even crawl,” Benny teased back, inhaling with contentment.

Dean headed back to warn his coworkers that he had a baby on the way and to clean up enough to be allowed into a hospital. Jo followed Dean out into the lobby. Quickly, she hugged Benny before demanding regular updates to the group chat.

“Alright, get out of here, we’ve got you covered for the rest of the week. Let me know and I will put in paternity leave as soon as everyone’s home, okay?” Jo got all professional about things as Dean left.

“Oh, right, shit. Well, I guess I’ll let you know when you can come over and---,” Dean started before Benny pulled him by his elbow.

“We should be goin’” Benny urged. Dean looked at Jo one last time and nodded.

This was it.

   Dean held Benny’s hand the whole way to the hospital, their grip tightening every so often, grounding them both. Because Lisa was a friend and the surrogacy was looser than most circumstances, both Benny and Dean were allowed in the delivery room. They were the best cheerleaders a birth mom could have ever asked for. Seven hours later, one chubby baby girl entered the world screaming to high heaven and splitting her fathers’ hearts open for an entirely new level of love and devotion.

    Mary Andrea Lafitte-Winchester, or Drea for short, was a happy and healthy little girl. And an overprotective big sister to her twin brothers, Samuel Joel and Robert Fergus, who came along four years later.

Sunset

    They’re old men now. Dean is five years retired, while Benny works the register for their sons on the weekends. Both of their hands aren’t what they used to be. But they keep busy. Drea is bringing the kids round tomorrow, it’s the start of summer break and Dean’s been dying to teach her kids to fish.  

    Dean went grey after he turned fifty, but it hasn’t changed since, in color at least. Benny’s beard is as white as Santa Claus and he hides what little hair he has left under a cap. They’re both a little rounder, a little lower to the ground, but they got that way together and neither of them notice it on one another anyhow.

       Every year they visit Jesse and Cesar in Arizona for New Year's. Though they fly more than make the drive these days.

        They still take turns cooking the meals and the movie nights from their early days resurfaced into movie afternoons when their kids moved out. Dean can’t hear for shit anymore and, naturally, Benny makes fun of him for it. But Dean’ll put in his hearing aids if company is over.

 It’s early evening in the beginning of June and the bugs are orchestrating quite the soundtrack to their time on the porch. Dean pours his whiskey. Benny’s already sipping his sweet tea, his medications don’t let him drink much anymore. Jo’ll come by on Sunday, along with SJ and his wife and Robbie. Sam and Jess usually make it to every other dinner or so.

    “Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?” Dean teases, once a flirt always a flirt.

    “Not at all, cher. It’s a helluva view,” Benny glances at his husband, watches Dean take in the peaches and pinks kissing the slopes of the fields. They sit like that for an hour, until the dark is too thick to see through. Groaning and creaking they stand in turn. Dean keeps his hand on the small of Benny’s back as they head inside for the night, steadying them both.

    They moved their bedroom to the ground floor after Dean’s heart attack, a lot less worry about making it upstairs that way. After being married forty years, Dean still makes jokes about it being Benny’s place. But it’s always been his home. He kisses Benny goodnight, makes it a little saucy because he can. He’s the first to close his eyes.

    In the morning Benny makes waffles and tofu bacon. Dean pretends he can’t taste the difference, fooling no one. They make out while the sink fills for the dishes, too few to run the machine. Benny gets handsy first and Dean tries to squirm into the upperhand. They’re interrupted by a car pulling in the drive.

    “Busted,” Benny whispers.

    “You’re the one who wanted kids,” Dean grumbles against Benny’s neck, an old, unfounded retort.

    “Yeah, but the grandkids---,” Benny starts.

    “Were made to be spoiled,” Dean finishes and kisses Benny once more. Drea’s yelling at her kids to slow down before her dads even make it outside to greet them. Her eyes, blue as her daddy’s are tired. They don’t envy her the school aged years. Dean bends down as baby Deanna, who’s nearly four, comes crashing into his arms. He pulls her up and holds her tight, reminds him of her mama and he can’t help but get a little weepy over the passing years. 

    “It’s so good to see you, baby girl.” Benny pulls his daughter into a hug before helping with their bags. The older kids don’t come inside until it’s time to eat, climbing through the barn and splashing in the creek until they’re soaked. But Deanna sticks with her Grandpa on a simple stroll, while Pappy and Mama catch up.

    Dean still has the jacket he bought from Benny, though the pants are long gone. He’ll leave it to Robbie when the time comes, when his son finds himself a stud that’s worth settling down for. If that’s what he chooses. 

    For now, Dean lets his granddaughter pick up every rock and stick she finds and examines it to the nth degree. He explains what he can about each one. She’s very curious. He even lets her wipe her chubby little hands on his pants’ leg when she needs to. They get back to the house just in time to start dinner, but before they go inside Dean takes a mental picture of his husband on the porch, their daughter beside him and his granddaughter running past him.

   It is a helluva view after all. 

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Ii 22:03 Tosca - Natural High 22:00 Bernward Koch - Flowing Colors 21:58 Reece Lemonius, Munich Monstrs - Miss You 21:52 Jakatta - So Lonely (Blu Mar Ten Mix) 21:49 Lstn - Thoughts 21:41 A Sagittariun, Skip Mcdonald - Crystallization Feat. Skip Mcdonald (Original Mix) 21:38 Robin Schulz - Never Know Me (Radio Mix) 21:35 Tomas Skyldeberg - Chillin With You 21:29 Gary B - Let You In 21:26 Klangperlenspiel - Fraction Of Your Love 21:23 Ck West & Sassi K - C Song 21:18 Jasmon - Bamboo Queen 21:12 Valeron - Jamal 21:08 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 21:06 Felix Jaehn Feat. Polina - Book Of Love (Chris Meid Piano Version) 21:03 Edx & Amba Shepherd - Off The Grid 20:56 Armen Miran & Hraach - Gravitation 20:52 Max Johann Feat. 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Jazzu - I'll Be Gone 18:06 Gibbs - Waiting For Lonely 18:00 Beyhude - Rüzgar 17:58 Sylvering - Is There Anybody Out There 17:55 Kungs Feat. Jhart - Dopamine 17:50 Fous De La Mer - Ocean 22°e 17:45 Rufus Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix) 17:39 Schiller - Der Goldene Engel 17:36 Lucas Estrada, Twopilots - Bloom 17:32 Nihoni - After Sun 17:25 Hraach Feat. Iveta Mukuchyan - Sarer Jan 17:19 Blank & Jones - Give It To Me 17:16 Raffa Fi - Ritmo 17:12 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - We're All We Need 17:09 Braaten - Enjoy The Silence 17:06 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Jake Reese - Need You Now 17:01 Goldfish - Love Everlasting (Extended Mix) 16:55 Rodg - Heights 16:47 Royksopp - Sordid Affair (Maceo Plex Mix) 16:44 Nora En Pure & Lika Morgan - In The Air Tonight (Sons Of Maria Remix) 16:40 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Good Things 16:36 Melloton - Zombie 16:32 Nora En Pure - World Of Rules 16:27 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. 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Sønlille - Last Train Home 08:41 Mousse T. - Boyfriend (Alle Farben Remix) 08:34 Troels Hammer - Trans/ For/ Mation 08:27 Beyhude - Akasha 08:21 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 08:16 Vargo - The Moment 08:12 Sound Nomaden - The Morning After 08:09 Felix Jaehn Feat. Zoe Wees - Do It Better 08:05 Blank & Jones - Flowing 07:59 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix) 07:56 Melonia - Sweet Child O' Mine 07:52 Selena Gomez & Marshmello - Wolves 07:50 Valerie Dore - The Night (Zyx Edit Remastered 2021) 07:43 Adana Twins - Strange 07:32 Cell - Above The Clouds (Live Version) 07:28 Jan Blomqvist & Bloom Twins - High On Beat (Sofi Tukker Remix) 07:21 Project Blue Sun - Sunrise (Planet Chill Mix) 07:15 Nora En Pure - Cognitive Fadings (Club Mix) 07:09 Schiller X Tricia Mcteague - Miracle 07:06 Jelly & Fish Feat. 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Gabs - Waterfalls 05:33 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Kings & Queens 05:30 Moby - My Only Love 05:24 Schiller Mit Heppner - Dream Of You 05:21 Undressd - Forever Young 05:18 Blank & Jones - Sunshines Better (Feat. Mick Roach) 05:09 Hansi Lang - Perfect Day (Smacs & Patrick Kong Remix) 05:06 Victoriya - Nothing Remains 05:00 Lamb - Wonder 04:57 Sway Gray Vs. Sal De Sol - Crosses 04:54 Alok & Timmy Trumpet - Underwater Love (La Vision Remix) 04:51 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture 04:48 Robin Schulz & Marc Scibilia - Unforgettable 04:42 Armin Van Buuren & Avira - Illusion (Mixed) 04:39 Vinai - Hide Away 04:33 Lstn - Undecided 04:27 Fatboy Slim - Praise You (Maribou State Remix) 04:24 Nora Van Elken - Sumatra (Lstn Remix) 04:21 Neptunica & Lunax - We Don't Even Talk Anymore 04:18 Amirali - My Way 04:15 Carstn, Jason Walker - Could You Love Me (Munich Monstrs Remix) 04:12 Klangkarussel & Poppy Baskcomb - This Love 04:06 Lamb - Gabriel 04:03 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia 04:00 Topic Feat. 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History Repeating Itself - The Many Adventures of Sammi and Race

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second of all, this is a continuation of my “The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race” series. You may want to read the others in the series but it’s not necessary!  As always, feedback is always appreciated and loved!!!

October 1909

Life had changed a lot in the last 2 years, that was an understatement to say the least.  Along with Ellie and Ben, Spot and Race had adopted Maisie Eliza Higgins-Conlon about a year and half ago. Katherine and Jack added Lucas Michael Kelly in December 1908. Both couples had announced they were done with children and were excited to see their families continue to grow up and learn about the world around them. 

Which leads up to the current day. Race had volunteered to pick Sammi and Ellie up from school that sunny, unusually warm October day. He was standing outside the school building with half a dozen other parents waiting for the bell to ring.   

With the loud ringing of the bell, he was on the lookout for the two girls, who would usually meet up before walking out together. He spotted Sammi, tugging Ellie’s hand as they descended the stairs.  “Uncle Race!” “Da!” 

He grinned at the two names as the two came flying towards him. He crouched down, opening his arms letting them fly into his embrace as he laughed. “Mys two favorite girls. Hows school?” 

“Good” Ellie quipped, grinning brightly at her da. 

Race looked at Sammi who was biting her lip, nervous about something. “Sammi? Good day?” 

“Uh yea.” She was distracted by something but he let it go for now. He knew she would ask when she was comfortable. 

Race stood up, offering a hand to both girls. “Alright, let’s get going. Wes having family dinner tonight and Papa/Uncle Spottie is grilling out. Should we stop at the market for some veggies?” 

The two girls cheered as they walked down the street. Sammi held onto his hand as Ellie skipped ahead, giggling at something. He tugged on Sammi’s hand as she looked up at him. “Yous okay, Sammi?” 

“Yea but Is need to ask yous and daddy somethin’.” She said, giving him a grin. “Can wes talk about it later?” 

Race nodded. “Of course, Sammi. Wes talk later on tonight after dinner.” 

She smiled, satisfied with his answer before dropping his hand and skipping alongside Ellie. Race watched the two girls, who had gotten even closer as they had gotten older, giggle about something he wouldn’t even start to understand. 

“Geeze yous walk really slow, Uncle Race.” Sammi gave him a look, while Ellie giggled as he joined them in front of the market. 

Race’s jaw dropped but secretly loved that his niece was sassy. “Yous trouble, Miss Kelly. Wait until Is tells your momma.”  

“Momma will just laugh.” Sammi grinned, walking into the market with Ellie behind her as Race was stunned by her. She was a force to be wreckin with since the day she was born and had only grown in her confidence. It was a wonder to behold. 

They walked through the market, grabbing some cucumbers, peppers, and radishes. “Can we get apples?” 

“For what, Ellie girl?” Race asked, bagging up the radishes. 

Ellie grinned, looking at her da with bright eyes. “Can papa make a pie?” 

Race shook his head. Spot had been making pies throughout the autumn with apples they had gone picking with the Kelly family a few weeks ago. “Is think wes have apples at home, El.” 

“But not theses ones.” She pointed to the granny smith apples. 

Race shook his head, trying to stay strong against his daughter. But he lost that battle with a sigh. “Alright, pick seven out and wes have papa make a pie.” 

Gathering the fruit and vegetables, they made their way to the checkout before paying everything and heading to the brownstone. 

Sammi ran ahead and threw open the front door with a flourish and a yell, causing Katherine to yell at her daughter, as Race closed the door behind him. “You need to enter the home quieter, Samantha!” 

“But momma Is knew you’d be here.” She grinned, hugging her mom before going over to greet her father and Uncle Spot.  Tulip followed her around, loving the little girls and all the cuddles they had given the puppy over the last few years. 

The first few minutes anytime the two families were together was pure chaos. All the kids greeted one another while the adults did the same, usually Tulip barking for whosoever attention she could get. Tommy, Benny, Lizzie and Maisie were playing with trucks and dolls in the living room, while Lucas was in the bassinet sleeping peacefully. Sammi and Ellie dropped their book bags before wandering over to where the littles were playing. 

“Sammi, Ellie where do your bags go?” Spot asked, looking at the two older girls. They both sighed, going to put their bags on the bench in the hallway. 

Race soaked in the quietness that had descended on the house before wandering into the kitchen to greet Spot. “Hi love.” 

“Hi yourself.” Spot pulled him into a kiss before he greeted Kat. “How was pick up?”

Race grabbed a carrot before shrugging. “Nothing different than usual. Wes stopped and picked up some veggies. Yous daughter insisted on getting apples so yous can make a pie.” 

Spot rose an eyebrow in question. “My daughter?”

“She’s in rare form today.” Turning to look at Kat, he grinned. “As is yous daughter.” 

Kat laughed, glancing over at the five kids playing. “She’s always in rare form. What’s different about today?” 

“She told me Is walked too slowly. Also, she’s quieter than normal.” Race shrugged. “She wants to talk to mes and Jack about somethin’ after dinner.” 

“She gets her sassiness from her father. Did she give any indication what it’s about?” Kat asked, biting her lip. 

“That’s a lie, Katherine Kelly and you know it.” Spot gave her a look as the front door opened. Jack came in as the kids all ran to him to tell him about their days. The house was once again in chaos for a few minutes while they all greeted him. 

Race shook his head. “No but after shes told me that, she seemed to cheer up a bit. Is sure it’s nothing.” 

The three watched Jack wrangle the five kids. Spot shook his head watching him wind them all up. In the middle of the kids screaming and yelling, Lucas woke up unhappy. Kat quickly grabbed him before he started screaming. “Oh did your cousins and siblings wake you up, sweet boy?” 

Luke buried his head in his mom’s shoulder as he tried to wake up. Lucas was the chillest baby the Kelly’s had had and he would much rather watch his siblings than get in the middle of their playing.  

Jack managed to direct the kids back to playing before stepping into the kitchen, moving to kiss Katherine hello. 

Looking at his youngest son, he ran a hand through his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m sorry sweet boy for getting your cousins and siblings all riled up.” 

Kat gave him a look. “Will there ever be a day that you don’t do that?” 

“Only when theys moved out, married and have children of their own.” Jack grinned, taking Luke from Kat’s arms and snuggling with him. “What were you talking about when I walked in?” 

Spot chuckled. “The sassiness of your daughter, Katherine trying to pass that off to your genes and Sammi being quiet on the way home from school.” 

“She’s usually bubbly and talkative; we can’t get her to stop talking until she’s asleep. That sassiness is all yous, Kat.” Jack glanced over his shoulder at the kids playing. “Why was she quiet?” 

Race nodded over to the oldest. “Shes wants to talks to yous and Is tonight about something.” 

Jack’s eyes furrowed with worry, Race watching him. “Don’t worry about it . . . after she told me that, she was back to her normal self. Is don’t think its anything bad.” 

Jack nodded as Spot asked about his work at The World. They chatted while Spot finished making dinner before throwing the pie together.  Dinner was a chaotic mess, trying to get a 8, 6, 4, 3, 2, and 1.5 year old to all sit down and eat, peacefully. The adults all had an adult beverage with the lasagna and the chatter around the table was loud and boisterous. 

Race and Jack had volunteered to clean up from dinner while Spot and Kat got the kids cleaned up. Soon everything was put away and the couples were on the two couches, each with a drink when Jack cleared his throat. “Hey Sammi?” 

“Yea daddy?” She glanced up from working on her homework, a math sheet it looked like. 

Jack motioned his daughter to join him on the couch. “Uncle Race mentioned that yous wanted to talk to him and me about something.” 

Taking a deep breath, she sighed, dramatically, throwing herself against the couch. “Ugh . . . do we gotta?” 

“Well yous looked pretty worried when Is picked you up from school.” Race said, giving his niece a look. “Wes said wes talk about it after dinner.” 

She sighed again, throwing her long brunette hair over her shoulder.  “Fine . . .” 

She looked at the four adults in the room before playing with her hands. “MissPinkyMentionedYousinClassToday.” 

Race looked at Jack with wide eyes, while Jack gave him the same look. “How about you try that again, short stack?” 

“Miss Pinky mentioned yous and Uncle Race in class today. She used your real names, Jack Kelly and Antonio Higgins. But I knew right away who she was talking about.” Sammi looked at both of them. 

Race looked between his husband and brother and sister before swallowing the knot in his throat. “So yous talkin’ about the newsboy strike in school?”

“Yeah. Its was 10 years ago.” Sammi shrugged. “Buts Miss Pinky wants us to write an essay about the strike.”

Kat and Jack looked at one another. “About the strike?”

“It’s a research paper.” Sammi shrugged. “Only gots to be three pages. But . . .” 

Jack hugged his daughter closer. “Yous want to talk to Uncle Race and me abouts it, right?” 

“Yeah. But Is didn’t know how to.” She glanced at her daddy and uncle. 

Kat grinned, standing up and going into her office, returning with an old newspaper. “I think this might help.” 

Sammi took the paper from her mom’s hand, eyes widening when she realized what was on the page. She squinted, looking at the faces in the photo, eyes going wide when she recognized many of the faces - her dad, Uncles Race, Albert, Romeo, Finch, Specs, Crutchie, and Elmer all staring back at her. “Yous all were in the strike?” 

“Yes.” Jack said, looking over her shoulder at the photo. It seemed just yesterday that Kat took the photo. “Yous mom and I met during the strike.” Jack pointed to the name on the byline. “Thats your mom.” 

Sammi’s eyes went wide, looking up at Katherine. “Yous wrote this?” 

“Yes, I did. I made your dad and uncles front page news.” Kat giggled. “Can’t believe it’s been ten years.” 

Sammi’s eyes darted back to the article, looking between the words and photo on the page. “Can yous tell me about the strike?” 

Jack looked at Race with a grin. “I think I can do one better.” 

Two Nights Later

Kat, Jack, and Sammi walked into Jacobi’s, enjoying the cozy feeling of coming home. They looked towards the back, the usual tables filled with their friends.They had gotten a babysitter for the young kids so they wouldn’t have to worry about them during this discussion. Albert, Elmer, Race, Spot, Specs, Romeo, Davey, Les, Finch and Crutchie were all loudly talking to one another. Race grinned seeing Sammi nervously playing with her hands and gave the soon to be 9 year a big grin. 

The group enthusiastically greeted the three as they sat at the table. The boys talked with Kat and Jack about what had been going on while Sammi walked over to stand between Race and Spot. “Hi Sammi. Yous a bit nervous?” 

“Hi Uncle Spot.” She snuggled into his embrace as she looked between her two favorites. “Yea but Is don’t know why.” 

Race ran a hand through her hair, kissing her forehead. “Yous nervous because yous gonna be asking questions you never have asked before. But yous know these guys. Theys not scary at all.” 

The table had quietened down, all looking at between Jack and Race. “Yous said this was important. What’s with the meeting, Jackie?” 

Jack looked at Sammi with a grin before glancing in Albert’s direction. “Sammi has a school assignment that we thought yous could help her with.” 

The eight men turned their attention to Sammi, who was sitting in Race’s lap with a nervous look on her face. She looked at each of the guys she had known growing up. 

“What’s up Sammi?” Romeo looked at the young girl, who twirled her pencil, looking between her parents and Spot. 

Sighing, she saw her mom nod at her before grinning. “Wes talking about the newsboy strike in school. Miss Pinky mentioned dad and Uncle Race but momma said yous were all there.”

Jack grinned watching all of their eyes widened at his daughter’s words. “Yous want to interview us?” 

Sammi tilted her head at Elmer’s question before shaking it. “No, just tells me what happened.” 

Jack knew the boys didn’t know where to begin, so he grinned at his daughter. “Before I met your mom, Is was living on the streets, workin’ as a newsboy. Wes get the papes every morning and tell people the headlines hopin’ they would buy a pape from us.” 

“Yous dad was the best newsboy, Sammi.” Albert cut in with a grin. “He taught us all how to hawk the headlines.” 

Jack pushed his shoulder with a grin. “Is did what I had to. Anyways, one day yous grandfather raised the price of the papes from 50 cents for 100 to 60 cents for 100.”

“Grandpa?” Sammi’s eyes went wide looking between her parents. Kat and Jack both chuckled, remembering how awful her father was. 

Jack nodded. “Yes, your grandfather was our boss, as he ran The World Newspaper and most of the city.  Most of the boys already had a hard time making ends meet so this wasn’t a welcomed surprise.” 

“So your dad tells the circulation desk that hes not gonna pay that amount.” Crutchie pipes up. “And says that no one else will either.” 

Jack chuckled, looking over at Davey. “So Davey asks if wes gonna strike and it goes from there.” 

“Was yous scare?” Sammi asked, jotting down a few notes on her piece of paper. 

All of the guys nodded their heads, Jack smiling sadly at his daughter. “Of course, wes was Sammi. Sellin’ papes was our job so wes didn’t know if wes would have a job once this was over. But this was somethin’ we had to do.”

“So what happened?” Sammi looked around the table. 

“Your dad and Davey had a talk with your grandfather who promptly threw them out.” Les grinned, shaking his head at the weirdness of talking about Kat’s dad with his granddaughter. “So then we came here and devised a plan. Davey told us wes had to go to the different boroughs to let all the other newsboys know.”

They all chuckled at the next part. Jack glanced at his brother-in-law with a grin, knowing Sammi wouldn’t like the next part. “Mes and Davey went to see Spot Conlon in Brooklyn but he told us no.”

“Uncle Spot?” Sammi looked at her uncle with wide eyes. “Yous told them no?” 

Spot nodded, slowly. “I did at the time, Sammi. Is didn’t think your dad or Uncle Race was serious about taking on The World and your grandfather. Is told them they would have to prove theys wouldn’t run at the first sign of trouble.” 

Sammi sat back, leaning against Race’s chest, taking it all in. Race leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Yous okay?” 

“Its a lot.” She whispered back, glancing up at everyone watching her and Race’s interaction. “Hows old were you?” 

Race thought back on his time as a Newsie. “Is was 16, yous dad 17, and Uncle Spot was 17; the rest of these boys were younger. Wes were kids, honestly.” 

“What happened next?” 

Jack looked at Kat with a grin. “Your mom came and wrote the article that ended up in the paper. Is told her to show up at the circulation gate with a photographer and she’d get the story. The next morning comes and no one shows, no other borough shows up. It’s only the Manhattan newsies going against the circulation desk and it doesn’t go so well.” 

“The cops and bulls show up, Crutchie gets thrown in jail, and everyone is devastated that things could go so wrong.” Albert spoke up, smiling sadly at Sammi. “Until your mom shows up with the newspaper article.” 

Sammi looked at Kat with a grin. “So what happened then?” 

“There’s some sense of excitement with the newsboys and we continue the fight, the other boroughs eventually showing up, including Brooklyn.” Davey said, looking between Race and Jack, not knowing how much they wanted Sammi to know. 

Jack bit his lip, looking at his daughter, knowing she needed to know everything. “This isn’t easy to tell ya, Sammi but I ran. I left the boys because Is was so worried that what wes were doing was going to turn out badly. Davey and Uncle Race led the strike while I was gone.” 

“Why yous run?” Sammi asked, leaning over and putting her hand on top of Jack’s. 

“Your mom and Is met with your grandfather.” Jack smiled. “Is didn’t realize Katherine Plumber was actually Katherine Pulitizer, your grandfather’s daughter. Mom went by her byline name instead of her real name the entire time she was working with us to get our story out. Your grandfather threatened to throw all of the newsboys into jail and Is couldn’t do that to them. So I ran, hid out at Miss Medda’s theater and painted my frustrations away.” 

“Until, I went and saw him and convinced him that we could do something, if he quit being an idiot.” Kat grinned at her daughter. “I wrote another article and we brainstormed on how to get it printed and distributed. The other newsboys now involved and helped us shut down the city showing New York how much they relied on child labor.” 

Race grinned, hugging Sammi. “Essentially that paper that was printed shut down the city of New York that your grandfather had no choice but to give into our demands, roll the raise back by half, and buy back any paper we couldn’t sell.” 

Sammi sat there taking everything in. “But yous and grandpa are good now.” 

“Yes, but that took several years and you coming along to mend that.” Jack grinned. “It wasn’t easy but we had to do what we had to do. I had to ensure yous and your siblings had a better life than I had when Is was your age.” 

She nodded, understanding what her dad was saying. She looked around the table, her eyes stopping on Crutchie. “Yous said Uncle Crutchie was in jail . . . why?” 

“The bulls didn’t like that I had a bummed leg so they arrested me.” Crutchie shrugged. “I was in jail for a few days before getting out.” 

Sammi nodded, sighing, never knowing her dad and uncles had lived this. “Why didn’t you tell us this?” 

Kat, Jack, Race, and Spot all shrugged. Spot smiled at his niece. “Yous almost 9, Sammi. Wes knew we had to tell yous kids some time but didn’t think now would be the time to do it. We’ll tell your cousins and siblings when theys older.” 

“Do you have any other questions?” Kat asked, looking at her daughter for any signs of being overwhelmed or scared. 

Sammi nodded. “Two. Can I ask grandpa about this? And did things get better after the strike?” 

The table laughed at her first question. “We’ll go see grandpa tomorrow and you can ask him.”  Kat grinned at her daughter, knowing full well her father would hate the questions from his granddaughter.

“As for the second question, yes, things got better.” Specs looked around the table at his friends. “Most of us stayed and sold papers until we turned 18 then we looked for other jobs. Your dad helped a lot of us get other jobs.”

Sammi looked between her dad and Uncles. “You said yous were 17, dad. What happened when yous turned 18?” 

“Uncle Race was put in charge of the lodging house and the Newsies. I married your mom and worked for your grandfather at The World.” Sammi smirked hearing her dad talk. “But Is still checked in on the Newsies and made sure things were good for thems.” 

“What did you learn from the strike?” She asked, as everyone looked at one another. Silence fell amongst the table, each reflecting on the past. 

“It taught me that if friends stick together, you can do almost anything.” Albert grinned. 

Romeo shrugged. “Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” 

“Sometimes you need a little help from bigger and stronger friends, and that’s okay.” Race grinned, looking at Spot who smirked. “Also never be afraid to ask for help.” 

“Dad? Mom?” Sammi asked, looking between the two of them. 

Jack looked at Katherine with a grin. “Being boss doesn’t mean you have to have all the answers. Just the brains to recognize the right one when you hear it - someone once told me that during the strike and it’s just stuck.” 

Race threw his head back and laughed at that one. Katherine had told them the story of how she knocked Jack on his ass. Sammi raised an eyebrow at her mother before looking at her uncle. “Mom?” 

“Don’t be afraid to stretch the truth a bit . . . you never know what good can come from it.” She grinned, looking around the table smirking at the guys surrounding her. 

She smiled, looking around the table. “Thank you for telling me this.” 

“Thank you for asking, Sammi.” Crutchie grinned at his niece. “Yous got enough for your paper?” 

She nodded, looking at her scribbles on her paper. “Is think so. But Is have an idea.” 

“Oh she’s Katherine Kelly’s daughter for sure.” Finch chuckled, watching the little girl grin at both of her parents. 

“Is have to check with Miss Pinky first buts maybe yous can help me with somethin’.” Sammi grinned, looking around the table at her uncles. 

“Anything for you Sammi.” Race said, grinning at his niece, knowing he would never be able to say no to her. 

Next Day, After School

“This is grandpa’s office?” Sammi asked, standing on the sidewalk, glancing up at the tall building. 

Kat chuckled, knowing Sammi had never been inside. “It is, Sammi. Shall we go see grandpa?” 

They made their way inside, going over to the elevators before pushing the button to the top floor. Once they arrived, Katherine grinned at Hannah, her father’s secretary. “Hi Hannah. Is he available for a visit?” 

“Absolutely. Is this Samantha?” Hannah asked, hearing Pulitizer talk about his oldest granddaughter many times. 

Kat nodded. “It is. Sammi, this is Hannah, grandpa’s secretary. Hannah this is mine and Jack’s daughter, Samantha.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Hannah grinned. “You can go on in.” 

Kat nodded at Hannah before taking Sammi’s hand and leading her to the solid oak door, knocking gently before pushing it open. 

Joseph looked up, a smile stretching across his face at his daughter and granddaughter. “Katherine, Samantha. This is a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?” 

Joseph pushed himself away from the desk before standing, making his way to both of them, pulling them in for hugs and kisses on their cheeks. “Samantha needs to ask you a couple of questions for a project she’s doing for school.” 

He motioned for the two of them to sit on leather chairs before sitting down across from them. “Of course. Samantha, what’s your project on?” 

“The Newsboys Strike.” Sammi kicked her feet back and forth, looking at her grandpa for any sign of anger or being upset. 

Joseph raised an eyebrow at his daughter. “I’m guessing she talked with you, Jack, Spot, and Race already?” 

“Along with all the other Newsies.” Kat nodded. “She wants your perspective on things.” 

Joseph shook his head grinning. “She takes after her mother.” 

“Naturally.” Katherine grinned, hugging Sammi closer to her side. “Now what were your questions for grandpa, Sammi?” 

Sammi flipped open her notebook she brought with her before grinning at her grandpa. “Why did you raise the pape prices?” 

Joseph sat back and looked between his daughter and granddaughter, both with their eyebrow raised, waiting for his answer. “The World was in trouble, the circulation was down and it was hurting business. It was easy to raise the price so the Newsboys would have to sell more papers to make a bigger profit for the paper.” 

“Didn’t you think about the little guys?” Sammi asked, tilting her head. 

Joseph chuckled. “Not when I raised the prices. It wasn’t until your dad busted in my office, after the entire city had been shut down that that was brought to my attention.”

“Why didn’t you hire mom as a reporter?” Sammi had poured over the newspaper Kat had given her, realizing very quickly it was for The New York Sun, not The World. 

His eyes widened at Samantha’s question but quickly realized he shouldn’t expect anything else. “She didn’t want me to give her a job. She wanted to earn it all on her own. So I dropped some subtle hints to some colleagues at The Sun she was applying and they hired her on as a reporter. I would have loved having her as part of The World but she didn’t want it.” 

Sammi looked at her mom, who merely grinned and shrugged her shoulders. “Any other questions, Samantha?” 

“Why did you write opinion columns against the Newsboys?” She asked, Katherine and her father’s eyes both going wide. “Miss Pinky said you weren’t very nice when the boys were striking.” 

Kat looked at her father with a grin. “Does she remind you of someone?” 

“Yes, you.” Joseph smiled. “I wanted to discredit the boys and show they weren’t anything to worry about. Obviously it didn’t work and your father and mother found a way around my attempts to stop them.” 

“Anything else?” Kat asked, knowing her daughter had one more question for her father.

Sammi jumped off the couch before going to stand beside her grandfather. “What did you learn from the strike?” 

Kat chuckled at the question. She had asked the same question the other night. “I learned that I should listen to anyone who is willing to raise a fuss, no matter what they do for a living or how small they are. People’s thoughts and ideas are one of the most powerful things in the world.” 

She nodded, looking between her mother and grandpa, giving her grandpa a hug. “Thank you for your time, grandpa and thank you for answering my questions.” 

And with that, Kat and Sammi took their leave, heading out of The World and heading home, Sammi excited to tell her father and uncles about her conversation with her grandpa. 

The Following Monday

“Children, children, please quiet down.” Miss Pinky, Sammi’s teacher, called to the children as they all looked at the visitors in their classroom. Sammi grinned, folding her hands on her desk and looking towards the front of the room. “I know we have visitors but that doesn’t mean you can cause a ruckus.” 

Waiting until the children were settled, Miss Pinky gave Sammi a smile. “Samantha, would you like to present your findings?” 

Standing from her desk, she made her way to the front of the room with a smile. Her eyes narrowed in on the six people who stood in the back of the room and grinned at them. “My father is Jack Kelly, one of the organizers of the 1899 Newsboy Strike that stopped the city in its place.  As my mother wrote in the paper, it was David vs Goliath, a battle of wills. The Newsboys were up against The World and my grandfather, Joseph Pulitizer.” 

“Hundreds of children across the city of New York came together to shut down the city to demand that the price of papers go back to what it was and the newspaper giant buy back the papers the newsboys didn’t sell that day.” Sammi stopped. “It was a fight they had to win, because if they didn’t, their worlds would shift and the majority of them would be out on the streets, worse off than they already were.” 

Sammi looked around the room at her fellow classmates. “In the end, they won . . . the Newsboys won their battle, Pulitzer agreeing to roll back the price of papers to half of the raise and buy back any papers they didn’t sell.” 

“Well done, Samantha.” Miss Pinky said, standing from her desk. “Would you like to introduce the class to your visitors?” 

Sammi walked to the back of the room. “This is Jack and Katherine Kelly, my parents. My mom wrote an article on the strike and my dad was one of the leaders of the strike. This is my Uncle Race and Uncle Spot. Uncle Race was my dad’s second in command at the Newsboy Lodging House and Uncle Spot ran the Brooklyn Newsies.” She grinned at the four of them. “This is my Uncle Albert, he was Uncle Race’s second in command and part of the strike as well. And this is . . .” 

Sammi took a deep breath as she went to the last person’s side. “This is my grandpa, Joseph Pultizer, the one my dad and uncles striked against.” 

Her classmates’ eyes went wide as Sammi finished. “So that’s my history . . . I’m proud of my parents and uncles and all they accomplished ten years ago. Any questions?” 

Almost every hand went up at Sammi’s question, which made the adults chuckle. Sammi grinned at her best friend, Bella, pointing to her. “What is the one thing from the strike you’re most proud of?” 

Sammi, as well as every kid in that classroom, looked at the six adults.  They all motioned to Jack to start. “I would say that I’m proud that we came together and won at the end of the day.” 

“I’m proud of my friends standing their ground and making a difference.” Katherine said looking at Spot and Race, who shrugged. 

“That we didn’t back down, despite how scared we were at potentially losing our jobs.” Race said as Spot nodded. 

Albert grinned, looking between his friends and Sammi. “I would say that I’m most proud of our leaders and guiding us to victory.” 

Sammi saw her dad duck his head in embarrassment but grinned, looking at her teacher. “Thank you for allowing them to come in while I presented, Miss Pinky.” 

The bell rang as all the kids stood up and grabbed their book bags, relieved the school day was over. Miss Pinky walked over to Sammi’s parents and uncles to thank them for coming. Despite how many times she had read about the Newsboys Strike, Miss Pinky couldn’t believe she was talking to the actual people who formed and were involved with the Strike. 

Sammi put her books away before putting her book bag on and walking over to her parents. “Great presentation, Sammi. Well done. I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

She said goodbyes to her teacher before walking out of the building with her parents, uncles, and grandpa. 

“Proud of you Samantha Anne.” Jack pulled her into a hug with a kiss on her forehead as she giggled, Kat, Race, and Spot soon followed. Albert and her grandpa both said their goodbyes and thanks before they both took their leaves. 

The five remaining stood outside the school, waiting for Ellie to make her appearance. She soon was flying down the stairs and ran right into Jack’s arms who picked her up and swung her around. Race and Spot both grinned at their daughter’s giggles. 

“Apparently wes chop liver.” Race nudged Spot who nodded and pouted at their daughter. 

“Da, Papa!” She giggled, running over to both of them for a hug. “Didn’t see ya there.”��

Ellie and Sammi ran ahead as the four adults meandered behind them. Kat smiled watching the three men grapple with their thoughts. “Sammi is somethin’ else, huh?”

“Her presentation was great and she spoke with confidence.” Spot grinned at her proud parents. 

Race looked at Kat with a big grin. “Shes her momma through and through. That was a younger Katherine Kelly in that classroom this afternoon, I have no doubt.” 

“That she is.” Kat agreed. “But you should’ve seen her in my father’s office asking those questions to him. She was a spitfire and held his gaze while she waited for his answers. I wouldn’t be surprised if she goes into journalism when she’s older.” 

Jack shook his head, thinking back on Katherine’s career. “Is don’t know if the world will be ready for Samantha Kelly to be a journalist. She’ll be more ruthless than you are, dear.” 

“And the world will be better off for it, if that’s the path she decides to go on.” Kat grinned. “She’ll be brilliant at whatever she decides to do.” 

Ellie and Sammi were waiting on the street corner for the adults to catch up to them giggling about something. “Ellie and I were thinkin’ we should get ice cream!” 

Kat raised her eyebrow at Sammi’s proclamation. “Oh really, what’s the occasion?” 

“Well, I had a good presentation at school and Ellie said she did really well on her spelling test.” Sammi held her mom’s gaze, a wobbly lip tucked away in her back pocket in case she needed to bring out the big guns. 

Kat looked at the three men behind her. “What do you say, dad, da, and papa? Should we get the girls ice cream?” 

“Please!!!!” Ellie and Sammi cried, not hesitating to show their pouty lips to try to sway their fathers. 

“Lead the way.” Jack motioned the girl into the ice cream parlor with a flourish. 

Celebrations were held that afternoon, between many scoops of ice cream and a lot of laughter. Race and Spot grinned and relaxed, proud of the life they had created and the children they had in their lives. They wished their 16/17 year old selves could know how sweet their life would turn out. 

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The One – Part 6

Request: I was wondering if you could do smut with John Winchester. with it being a mob!au and he’s like Negan with a lot of “wives” but then he meets the reader who’s innocent but also doesn’t let people walk all over her and he wants her so bad but she’s like “i don’t like to share” so he tries to prove his loyalty and gets rid of all of his wives to be with her and smut. 

Pairing: Mobster!John x Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester

Warnings: sassy reader, tension, language, dirty talk, smut (fingering, handjob), fluff, threatening

The One Masterlist

“Which option will it be, Mary?”

Dean is smirking, playing with his favorite knife, now and then sliding the dull side over the table. Mary tries to act calm, tries to act as if she’s not scared of her eldest son.

“You see, we like Y/N. She’s a great addition to our family. Smart. Caring. Most important she loves dad. Y/N is the first woman not wanting anything but his heart. Not a gold-digging whore as you.” Dean warns. His eyes are hard and Mary has to look away. Too intense is her son's gaze as he rams the tip of the knife into the table.

Mary flinches, looking at Sam for help but her youngest son is busy checking some papers his assistant delivery not twenty minutes ago.

“This is the deal, Mary.” Sam starts talking as Dean slams his hands onto the table, making Mary gasp as he leans closer, a dark grin on his lips. “I’ll make sure Dean won’t hurt you and you sign these papers. You will get a small amount of money and the house in Sorbonne you always wanted. In return, you agree to stay away from John, Dean, me and Y/N. No talking about us, no calling…no letter. Nothing.”

“That’s not fair! We are married for over twenty years.” Mary protest and Dean gets the knife out of the table, smirking. “Sammy, let me handle this. I think my training with Alistair will make her sing for you or rather sign these papers.” Dean’s voice is low, dangerous. Implying things Mary doesn’t want to imagine.

“Alistair?” She gasps looking at the knife in Dean’s hand. He started playing with it once again as his olive eyes are focused on Mary’s face.

“Alistair…” Sam confirms, “It is fair, Mary. You left your man, and children over twenty years ago, Ms. Campbell. You whored around with Michael and Lucifer…” Mary chokes on air at this.

“You know…” She coughs and Dean smirks darkly. “We know everything, Mary. Every dirty secret you tried to hide so badly. What do you think will happen if Lucifer and Michael get to know you cheated on both?”

“Dean, that’s…you can’t do this.” She exclaims. “I’m your mother!”

“Were my mother. You decided I’m not your child any longer when you left me and Sammy alone. When you left us to whore around with a man not loving you. Dad might be a lot of things and he might have done stupid things in his life, but he loved you.” Dean’s eyes meet Mary’s as he rolls his shoulders. “Now he found the one he gave all his girls up for and you will not destroy our family once again. Sign these papers…” Dean rams the knife into the table close to Mary’s hand, narrowing his eyes. “Or live with the consequences.”

Now Dean leans back, propping his feet back onto the table.

“You heard Dean. Choose. You can have money, a house, and a life. The only condition is to leave John alone. This shouldn’t be too hard as you don’t feel anything for him or your sons.” Sam says. Dean’s heart beats a minute in a mile. He’s angry beyond repair while his younger brother is dangerously controlled and that’s when Sam is close to losing control.

“I should stop buying time, Mary. Choose. Now. I’m hungry, pissed and in need of a slice of Y/N’s pie.” Dean mutters and Mary chuckles, shaking her head.

“I knew she’s a whore! Spreading her legs for you too.” The words barely left Mary’s lips before she finds herself pinned against the wall. One of Sam’s large hands wrapped around her throat.

“You know. Sammy is always controlled. He’s the brain in our organization most of the time but you know…he’s hiding the beast well. The reason I tried to convince you to sign these papers was to avoid exactly this to happen.” Dean explains striding toward Mary. She looks up at Sam, her son. He doesn’t budge, doesn’t losen the grip only staring at her with angry eyes.

“Last chance,” Sam warns squeezing her throat. “Choose.”

“I’ll go…” She gasps and Sam let go of her. Watching his mother fall to the ground. “Good choice.” Dean claps his hands watching Sam dragging Mary toward the chair.

“Sit. Sign the papers and take the envelope. Ten seconds.” Sam warns as Mary takes the pen out of his hand, signing the papers with trembling fingers.

“Congratulations.” Dean chuckles. “One last warning. You talk about our family. I’m coming for you. You try to get close to any of us. I’m coming for you. You try to contact one of us. I’m coming for you.” Mary nods, swallowing hard as Dean slides the dull side of his knife over her cheek. “Good girl. Now leave and never come back. We are done...”

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“Doc, tell me if I can go or not.” John groans as you poke his upper arm, shaking your head. “Come on. I want to give it to my future wife good.”

“Mr. Winchester your test results are good. Your blood pressure is under control, but you need to reduce stress, eat healthier and you should shelter your heart for two weeks. You will survive for two weeks without sex.” The doctor smirks as John clenches his jaw, wanting nothing more than wiping the stupid grin off the doctor’s face.

“John, relax. Your heart.” You whisper licking along his ear shell. “Can I make him feel good?”

“What do…oh…ahem.” The doctor is flustered, glancing at your lips as you give him a smirk. “If you go slow and he’s not the active part you could make him feel good. But better wait for a few more days.”

“Are you subscribing me a blowjob doc? Damn, I like the way you think.” John chuckles giving the doctor a dirty grin.

“I’m not subscribing anything, Mr. Winchester…”

“He did…” You whisper and John moves his hand to your ass, groping one cheek. “Can’t wait to fuck you over my desk, doll.”

“I better…” Stammering the doctor leaves the room as John started to move his hands to your breasts, kneading you roughly.

“John…two weeks.”

“Damn…son of a bitch! I want to fuck you.” John sits onto his bed as you give him a dirty grin. “I could help you out…in two days. Now lie down, do as the doctor says and I’ll stay here.”

“Can I finger you?” John mutters and you sigh, nodding. “Sure thing…”

“Jackpot…at least I can taste you…”

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“That’s a nice pussy, you’re so slick for me Baby.” John purrs as he’s burying his fingers knuckles deep into your cunt. “Do you want to come for daddy?”

“John…fuck…yeah…” Gasping you press your back against his chest when he starts curling his fingers, brushing over your g-spot. “I owe you an orgasm.”

“You owe me two…”

Now grinding against John’s fingers, you move your hand into his pajama pants, grabbing his dick to slide your hand slowly up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, it’s been years since I had a good handjob, Y/N. Keep on going. I don’t care what the doc says. I want to cum on your hand. I’m in your hands since I laid my eyes on you.” John mutters into your neck as his fingers work your pussy in a frenzy.

Your grip tightness. Thumb sliding over the tip you use the pre-cum to lube your hand, making it more pleasurable for John. He’s leaning his head against your shoulder, groaning before a loud shout of your name leaves his lips, along with his cum filling your hand.”

“Come for me, pretty girl. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my fingers hard. I know you want to.” John rasps into your ear. Curses leave your lips as he gropes your breast with his free hand, pinching your nipple hard. “Come…” He orders now and you buck against his hand, moaning his name.

The door opens right when you fall against John’s chest, laughing at the sigh leaving his lips. “Damn, I need that for sure. I prefer feeling you around my cock, but this will do it for now.” John chuckles as Sam scrunches up his nose.

“In a hospital, in your hospital bed…” Sam groans.

“Let them have fun, Sammy.” Dean chuckles glancing at you in his father’s arms. “They are almost newlyweds.”

“Done?” John asks looking at Sam.

“Sammy had one of his moments, but we got rid of her. We gave her 250.000 thousand bucks, the house in Sorbonne and a good advice.” Dean smirks at his father.

“I’m proud of you, both. Good work. I love seeing my sons working together like a well-oiled machine.” John rasps and you smile at his sons, nodding. We are both proud of you. I want to ask you both to be our best men.”

“We didn’t talk about that.” John fakes to be offended but he smiles as he snuggles closer, tightening the hold on you. “Just kidding. You two, Y/N and me, maybe Castiel and Benny will be the only one at our wedding.”

“We are honored,” Sam says. “We truly are,” Dean adds.

“Good. Now let’s talk about honeymoon…”

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Top 10 Female Characters

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people. tagged by: @marvilus73​ thank uuuu

tagging: @benny-gecko-official​ @courier-sux​ @randomwordsandstormydays​ @radbeetle​ @vaulties​ @nukasoda​ @falloutglow​ @valkyriejack​ @corvegaassemblyplant​ @eeveevie​ woof that’s a lotta people u dont gotta do i just obey the tumblr tag gods sometimes

It’s a VERY good thing that this was for different fandoms because 3 of them were going to be from A Song of Ice and Fire because I am the worst. All of these women have inspired parts of my OCs, see if you can spot the fascinating ways I am a hack fraud under a read more cuz long

Samus Aran (Metroid)

My first videogame love. I will die for her. Really the first example of a lady kicking ass that I can remember, and also gave me my fascination for the mysterious person in armor trope. Seeing a female character who wasn’t sexualized (until the zero suit, anyway) was a game changer.

Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

I’m in the camp where I prefer book Sansa to show Sansa, but in general I just really love what she represents - or at least the potential of it. A woman constrained by the binds of her society and suffering for it, but learning to play it to her advantage and turn the tables on motherfuckers and make them forever regret underestimating her. Strong in a way that doesn’t require physical power or violence. She’s a very different archetype and I love her for it. (I also enjoy her dynamic with Sandor even though it screams problematic). MY QUEEN IN DA NORF

Honorary mentions also go to Brienne of Tarth and Olenna Tyrell from the series. :V

Sarah Connor (Terminator)

I prefer the first movie to the second and Sarah's a big reason for that. I love seeing an ordinary woman faced with horrifying circumstances and fuckin' killing it. T2 Sarah is very fucked up (and I appreciate that she's realistically fucked up from what she's been through) and I love her too but sweet baby angel T1 Sarah is my fave. I pretend the other movies don’t exist lol sue me

Maiev Shadowsong (Warcraft)

In a total reverse from Sarah Connor, I love Maiev because she's an absolute asshole, but also because she's right. Mostly. A woman incredibly devoted to her duty, who has witnessed a lot of terror and horror, arguably betrayed by her leader and still trying to do what's best for her people. Love her to bits. Tyrande who?

Red (Transistor)

This game stuck with me after I finished it and has still stuck with me. Just having a relatively mute protagonist (save for her singing) in crazy circumstances with her dead boyfriend's soul in a sword she uses to whoop ass. Idk. I just think she's neat.

Furiosa (Mad Max: Fury Road)

She's fury and love, power and tenderness. She's every shade of woman - she’s a human and there’s absolutely no male gaze regarding her (to the point of angering manchildren, legend). If every female character was like Furiosa I could die happy. I can't sufficiently express how amazing she and the rest of the female cast in the movie are but I've seen it three times in theatres if that tells you anything.

Margaret (The Crown)

Her character is based on an actual real life person, but dramatized. This is going to be a smidge weird but idc. I identify a lot with Margaret - her pains in love, her aimlessness, feeling ignored or misunderstood, a complicated but loving relationship with her sister. Taking to abusing alcohol to deal with it and everyone just kind of turning a blind eye. The mix of very high highs and very low lows. Trying to be happy and things never seeming to work out. The absolute tragedy of her life just being absolute garbage - partially of her own making. She's great, Vanessa Kirby and Helena Bonham Carter do a great job portraying her.

Elinor Dashwood (Sense and Sensibility)

For the Austenverse this spot was a tie between Elinor and Anne Elliot from Persuasion. Both are characters I've grown to love more and more as I've gotten older and can identify with them more. They're up there in age, they're the obligatory responsible adult in their families trying to fuckn' make do on this bitch of an earth. They have great pains and anxiety regarding love a nd their age and broken hopes and just hnnnh feels. Emma Thompson is my favorite rendition of her.

Lady Sarah Churchill (The Favorite)

Baddest bitch on the block. Emphasis on bitch. Like Sansa, her world is a sexist and misogynist one where women aren't percieved as a threat - they're barely percieved as players at all - but Sarah is smart as hell and has managed to seat herself in a position of extreme power at the Queen's side. At the cost of emotionally manipulating the Queen for her own selfish needs. (wtf) She's a villian I really like and seeing her and Abigail's power struggles is depressing but entertaining. Also her fashion sense is bomb dot com.

Megara (Disney)

Alongside Esmeralda (another favorite, tho problematic) the only Disney heroine from my childhood that seems to be an actual adult. She's sassy, her hips don't lie, and she loves herself a himbo. Relateable.