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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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can u do one where is ag!reader’s birthday party and there’s a lot of celebrities there (like rihanna, beyonce, kylie, doja, megan...) and she introduce tom and the boys too to them? i love your writing 🥺💙

aww🥺

this sucks but i tried lol

wc: 1.8k

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“C’mon, babes!” You pull him into your side. “It’ll be so much fun! And besides, you’re a social butterfly. You’ll fit right in,” you smile with some extra pep, and Tom laughs in response, finally nodding in agreement.

“Alright. But don’t touch your present until it’s time.” “I won’t!” You squeal. “That was one time!”

“One time too many!”

“Fine, fine,” you stand up. “C’mon, take a shower with me.”

Tom raises a brow, “Oh?”

“It’s my birthday,” you smirk, “I can have whatever I want.”

“That indeed, darling,” he’s pulled up by your arms, and the two of you go off to get ready for the party in just a few hours.

Finally, forty minutes later, you’ve dressed and prepared to drive down to the country club you’ve rented out for the party. You don’t normally make such a big deal about your birthday, but because of the success of your recent album, you know everyone would want to rejoice after all the time in quarantine.

Applying your last bit of lip liner, Tom comes strolling in while adjusting his Rolex watch. He reaches for the comb sitting in the top drawer, and you admire how sensual he looks getting ready.

“See something you like, love?”

“Ah ah ah,” You stop him. “I get free access to gawk over your hands. Today is shame-free, baby,” You do the rock ‘n’ roll sign for dramatics, and Tom teasingly rolls his eyes.

“Okay, go sit in the car, love. I need to get your present into the trunk while you aren’t eyeing my hands.”

“Yeah yeah,” You wave him off, and as you leave the bathroom, Tom playfully slaps your ass, sparking a giggle from you.

Afterward, when you finally do arrive, your mom and close friends/choreographers have already made sure the setup was complete. The first few guests to arrive are your closest confidants: Victoria Monet, Tommy Brown, Scootie and Mikey, Tayla Parx, and Courtney Chipolone.

“You look good, girl!” Victoria greets you with a soft hug, her highlight accentuating the beautiful shades of her skin.

“You too!” you reciprocate her excitement.

“And happy birthday,” she holds you at arm’s length before turning to Tom. “Treating the birthday girl well?”

“Of course, of course,” he clasps his hands together and smiles so wide that his eye crinkles show. You smile at that, hand going to the small of his back to pull him closer.

More people arrive, and soon enough the hall is packed and you’ve lost Tom in a crowd of familiar faces. You see him sitting at the bar, engaging in conversation with his brother Sam and Scott, your choreographer. Deciding to make your way over to him, you’re halfway through the bunch of the crowd when Abel stops you to catch up.

“Oh-! Can I be right back?”

He nods with a smile, sipping his cocktail and letting you run off again. Quickly, you make your way to the barstool that seats Tom.

“Hey love,” he greets.

“Hi, baby,” You curl into his side, waving gently to the boys sitting beside him. “C’mon, I want you to meet some people.”

“Welp,” Tom stands, “That’s my cue.” The three of them share a laugh and then he’s linking his hand with yours and letting you take the lead.

“You know The Weeknd, right?”

“What?” Tom stops, and because his hand is linked with yours it stops you too. “No, love, that’s- I’m- you can’t introduce me to him!”

“Why not?” You giggle. “He’s just a person.”

“Yeah, and extremely talented and successful person who my brother happens to obsess over.” You roll your eyes teasingly while beginning to pull him along again. “You’ll be fine, you big baby. Besides, he’s always wanted to meet you.”

“Alright,” he mumbles, still nervous but trusting you. Before long, he’s standing in front of the “After Hours,” singer, shaking his hand and engrossing himself in easy conversation. It flows so well that Tom almost doesn’t remember being nervous to meet him.

“I’m gonna get a refill,” He excuses himself. “It was great to catch up, Y/N/N. And nice meeting you, Tom,” he pats Tom’s shoulder as the two of you wave him goodbye.

Tom lets out a heavy breath, one of relief and pure excitement from having just met another big-time celebrity.

“Look at you, big guy,” you tease, tapping his shoulders in a taunting manner. Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, catching your hands with his and pulling you to his chest for an almost kiss.

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

“Make me.”

And he does — with his lips. When the two of you separate, you spot a group of girls in the corner and you immediately light up. Tom doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before you’re tugging him along to another side of the room.

“C’mon! There‘re more people I want you to meet!”

“Love! I’m not prepared!” he whisper-shouts. You ignore his pleas and enlargen the circle of familiar friends.

“Girlies!” they squeal as you greet them. “It’s good to see you all! There’s someone I wanna introduce you all to…” You pull Tom along, who’s a blushing, bashful mess of British and messy curls. “Tom, this is Doja, Megan, and Nicki.” You gesture to each one as you say their names. “Guys, this is Tom, my boyfriend.”

“The one you always talk about in the studio?”

“Oh, that one! In all your pictures! He’s the one on your lock screen, right?”

Nicki chuckles from behind her champagne glass, observing the encounter unravel.

“Is that so, darling?” Tom eyes you, and you groan dramatically. “Didn’t know you were so head over heels for me.”

“Oh… hush,” you sass him, and everyone laughs.

“A little birdie told me you had something to do with the makings of Positions…” Nicki teases.

You gasp, feigning shock. “I never should’ve told you that! Ugh,” You groan again, and everyone laughs at your flustered state. “I slipped up one time. One! Time!”

“Feel free to keep slipping up, then,” Tom teases. You lightly slap his upper chest and he giggles, pulling you in to steal another kiss.

“Y/N says you’ve just wrapped filming with Zendaya…?” Doja suggests, and Tom immediately lights up again.

“Oh, yeah! Spider-man three. Actually, I think Daya may be here.”

“She is,” You confirm. “She’s with Jacob and Harry by the pool table.”

“I’m gonna introduce myself,” Doja smiles slyly, and you and Tom share a laugh at her antics. Megan trails after her, champagne glass still in her hands.

“Don’t embarrass me!” She stops to speak to you one last time. “Oh, and happy birthday, Y/N. It was really nice meeting you, Tom,” she waves and Tom returns the gesture.

The two of you are left alone with Nicki, who’s speaking to a man that Tom guesses to be her boyfriend. You pull Tom along again, settling by the snack table to grab a few churros and pretzels.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“Megan had really nice nails,” He says through bites.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he smiles, though his mouth is stuffed. “Super pretty.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

Tom chuckles softly, sipping some bottled water. You watch the way his jawline accentuates and you have to force your eyes away from his soft skin and back to the cinnamon delight in your hands.

“Nicki is literally just like her songs. Like- she talks in the same way. It’s so funny.”

“Yeah,” you lick your lips, mindlessly giving Tom the rest of your churro while he hands you his half-empty water bottle. “She’s such an entertaining person. It’d be fun to get together with her one day.”

“Definitely,” Tom smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Who’s next?”

“I think Kylie and her sister are here.”

“Oh my god,” he swallows. “Is Stormi here?”

“Of course you’d ask that.” You roll your eyes, putting the bottle into the recycling bin and pulling Tom towards a gathering of couches and lounge chairs. When you spot her, Travis Scott is taking pictures for what you assume to be her Instagram. She’s dressed in a skin-tight dress and some elegant heels, and you make a mental note to compliment her later.

“Kylie!” You make yourself known. She lets out a soft “oh!” and stands immediately to hug you. Travis turns his phone off and shakes Tom’s hand while you talk with Kylie. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you! Happy birthday,” She smiles before turning to Tom.

“Hey. I’m Tom. Y/N’s-”

“Boyfriend,” She finishes, shaking his hand. “I’m Kylie.”

When you notice Travis making his way back over to the three of you, you see Stormi in his arms and from your peripheral vision, Tom is bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Stormi, this is Tom. He wanted to meet you,” Travis whispers softly, setting her down on her feet. She gravitates towards Tom, and the two of them start talking rather passionately about something fun. You chuckle at them, but you can’t help admiring Tom for his skills with kids.

You talk with Kylie about the past few months, and after several minutes, you see Harry and Harrison making their way over to you and Tom.

“And who’s this little lady?” Harrison smiles when Stormi giggles, and he kneels to her level.

“Stormi,” She says softly. Both Harrison and Tom clap and praise the sweet girl for introducing herself all on her own. Tom takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and Stormi finds comfort on his left leg while playing with his right hand. They discuss which nail polish colors would be best with Tom’s look, and you indulge in Kylie’s newest beauty and skincare products.

Later on, you’re back at the snack table with Tom, and after sufficiently filling up, you offer another suggestion. “Up for meeting Madonna again?”

Tom’s eyes widen and he groans, shaking his head in panic. “No. Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time-”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you say between laughs, grabbing his hand to calm him down. You wrap your arms around his neck and link your hands, leaning against him in a slow-dance position. His hands find the skin of your waist in comfort. The moment doesn’t last long when you notice Tom’s brothers making their way over with a glint in their eyes — you know they want something.

“What do you divs want?” Tom asks, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Well…”

“We heard Nicki Minaj is here,” Harrison interrupts Sam.

“Would you introduce us?” Harry beams in hope. He looks almost nervous, albeit still excited, about asking. Whether that’s because you might say no, or because she’s one of his favorite artists, neither you nor Tom know.

Separating from Tom, you let out a deep and exasperated breath, smiling goodbye and unlinking your hand with his. “Here we go again!” You whisper while the boys pull you along in the direction of the Queen of Rap.

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inkandpen22 · 3 years ago

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Permanent Chaos (4/?)

Pairing: MGK x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of underage drinking

Part Summary: Sam hosts a party and Y/N makes a not-so-great acquaintance of a certain rock star.

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Sam’s house is filled with people. I know the majority of the partiers, the rest I can recognize from whatever field of entertainment they’re in. The music is blasting over the speakers and the voices fill the remaining space.

I search around for him. I manage to find him in the family room on the couch. He’s chatting with a group of people, including Penelope. I make my way over, shuffling between bodies. When I appear out from within the crowd, Sam gleams.

“You made it!”

“I did!” I giggle.

We hug and he introduces me to the girl beside him. “Y/N, this is Cara.”

As if I don't know who Cara Delevigne is, I may be busy but I don't live on Mars. I smile at her kindly. “Nice to meet you!”

“You too! I’m a huge fan of your work on TSL!” She gushes, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

The Seasons of Life is often shortened to TSL, just a side note.

Cara’s accent is so pretty! She’s already a model then she has to have a British accent as if she wasn’t perfect enough!

“Aw, thank you so much!”

Sam slips by me. “I’m going to go get us a drink!”

"Oh wait, Sam!"

“I know what to do!” He shouts back without stopping. I should know better. With how much time we spend together, he would know my order.

“That kid,” I sigh to Penelope and Cara.

The two giggle and we go on to talk about this and that. Fun enough, Cara leaves for Paris tomorrow for a fashion show. Must be exciting to travel so often and to wear the most amazing clothes. She’s quite funny. Her personality is so vibrant and warm. I can see us being good friends.

A loud voice echoes through the house and the three of us look toward the archway to see who it’s coming from. Bodies block the view so I turn my attention back to the girls. Penelope and I discuss the photoshoot in two days and Cara talks about her experiences with Vanity Fair.

“Hey, Cara!” A voice greets behind me.

I don't turn around, but I can feel their energy hovering over me. They shuffle to stand right beside me. I glance up, but can't recognize them.

Cara stands up to hug them. “Good to see you! How are you?” She keeps him in an embrace.

“Great, great!” The guy, who’s back is to me for some reason seems familiar. I can’t quite put my finger on it.

“You know Sam?” She questions as they part.

“Not really, I came with a few friends.”

I look over at Penelope for a hint as to who it could be. She shrugs and watches the two interact.

“Speaking of, have you seen him? I should say hi.” The man asks.

“He went to the kitchen to get a drink for him and Y/N.”

The man turns around and he peers down at me on the couch. I should’ve guessed it… MGK. The hair and a million tattoos should've been a dead giveaway. That bright blonde mess of a hairstyle.

“Colson, this is Y/N Voss,” Cara introduces us.

He glances down at me with a smile. “We’ve met actually,” he claims.

My head tilts, I can’t recall when we've met properly.

“Today after I performed on James’s show,” he describes, towering over me.

“Oh! Awesome!” Cara sits back down next to me.

All I can do is stare at Colson in confusion. “If you count glancing at one another from across the room once as meeting,” I reply a bit snarky.

He gives me a toothy grin and eases down onto the cushion ottoman right across from me. “It was more than one glance,” he argues.

“You would know, you’re the one that never looked away," I fire back.

Cara and Penelope exchange a glance, snicker, then leave the scene together. They offer their goodbye before giggling away. They're smart.

Colson seems to have not noticed or at least doesn’t care. He moves to take Cara's spot on the cushion next to me. “You would’ve had to been looking to have noticed that I never looked away.”

My head rolls back, with a mocking laugh. “Well aren’t you a genius!”

He rests his arm on the back of the couch behind me. “I like to think so.”

“One vodka tonic.” Sam interrupts, holding out my drink.

I take it bitterly. "Thanks."

“Sam huh?” Colson stands up and the two shake hands. “I’m Colson, nice to officially meet you, man!”

Sam treats him like an old friend which annoys the heck out of me. Colson so far has only shown his arrogance to me. “You too! Great seeing you today at the show. Your performance was amazing.”

“Thanks, your interview was hilarious!” Colson fakes charming better than some actors.

“You watched?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, I stuck around just off-camera. You two are great!”

Watching these two talk each other up is a bromance waiting to happen.

Sam gestures to me with his glass. “Y/N here is the real comedian. There’s never a dull moment with her."

“I'm sure.” Colson peers down at me with a bright smile. "We’ve only just met and she’s already sparked a debate with me.”

I narrow my eyes at Colson, what’s he trying to start?

Sam settles down on the ottoman where Colson was. “What about?” He is all for the conversation and is jumping headfirst into the tiff between us.

Colson smiles but I see the mischief in his eyes.

“It wasn’t a debate” I rise to my feet in front of the boys. “If you would excuse.” I step away from the couch a little irked.

“Oh come on now Baby, I’m only joking,” Colson calls not bothered.

“Oh no,” Sam laughs behind me. “Best not call her that or any pet names for that matter. She hates them!”

I don’t even acknowledge them on my walk out of the room. Cocky, annoying, ugh! It’s been maybe five minutes and he’s already managed to irritate me. Maybe all the things they write in the tabloids about him are true. A spoiled, arrogant, womanizing jerk. A piece of the worst parts of the industry. I'm going to go find the girls and stay far away from Colson Baker.

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On the set of the Vanity Fair shoot, the atmosphere is lively and carefree. The theme is an 80’s vintage style and since it’s coming back the magazine is mixing old with the new. Sam and I are in an old-fashioned record store and it’s wicked! The walls are teal and remind me of an old Taco Bell. There are rows and rows of just vinyl records. My hair is teased in an 80’s rock band kind of hairstyle. 80s music has been playing on set all morning to set the mood. I'm living for it!

A lady approaches me with a huge light wash denim jacket.

“No way! I get to wear this!” I gush.

She helps me put it on and I’m dying from how awesome this shoot is.

I immediately go to Sam's trailer. “Sam! I’m rocking the denim on denim look!” I show off my high-waisted light wash denim shorts with a black bulky leather belt around my waist.

He laughs. “I appreciate the denim on denim but I have to say my favorite part is the old Bon Jovi T.”

The photographer, Adam, comes up with this brilliant idea for me to stand on the crates of records. Where the two rows in the middle of the store meet, there’s enough room for me to stand. Once I’m up there and I can find the balance in these red heels, they have Sam join me.

“Sam, grab her leg and look up at her as though you’re keeping an eye on her,” Adam instructs.

The camera flashes and between snaps, I change my facial features.

“Good! Good! Let’s get some shots from the counter!”

Sam helps me down from the crates and I hop down. We get a shot of me laying across the counter with a red sucker in my hand and Sam hovering over me. This shoot is incredibly fun and I can’t wait to see the finished product.

Sam and I change outfits and Adam asks if he can get a video for the website and YouTube channel. Of course, we said yes. It’ll be a montage of an interview of us individually and then of us just messing around throughout the store with 80’s music playing in the background. Adam has me sit on an 80’s style floral couch they set up in front of a backdrop in the back room. The whole setup is very comfortable and intimate. Only us, a few lights and a camera with the radio playing. Sam is in makeup and dress for the part of the video of us being candid.

“You can sit however you like!” Adam instructs, meaning I’m sitting too formal with my posture straight and legs crossed. “Act like we’re just hanging out or something.”

I adjust myself and crisscross my legs, slouching a bit.

“Much better!” he compliments, staring down at the camera. He hits up on a stool and positions his camera on the stand. “What’s it like to be on the cover of Vanity Fair?”

“The whole experience is unreal! I remember having a subscription to Teen Vogue growing up. My friends and I loved them!”

“Would you describe your style as modern or classic?”

“Classic for sure!” I gush.

Adam snickers. “What’s your favorite decade for fashion?”

I laugh and gesture down at my outfit. “The 80’s.”

“Does anyone from the 80’s inspire your style in particular?”

I tap the tips of my fingers together and hum. “That’s a toughy! I guess I would have to say Demi Moore for the hair. Specifically, her haircut from About Last Night… that’s where I got the style for my hair actually. Another big one would be Cindy Crawford, such a fashion icon!” I could talk about fashion all day and the icons idolize.

“Heels or sneakers?”

“Depends on the occasion. Sneakers for everyday things, I could never live without my trusty Converse. Yet, I would wear heels if I’m dressing it up a bit.”

"Are you more of a girly-girl or tomboy?”

“People who know me well would say I’m a girly-girl but I also don’t mind downplaying it from time to time. I’ve gotten better lately at relaxing and no being so “on” all the time.”

“Hair up or down?”

“Half up, half down,” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully looking into the camera.

Adam chuckles behind the camera. He changes topics. “You’re from South Carolina originally...”

My heart sinks a little at the mention of home, but I hide behind a smile. “That I am.”

“You haven’t been back in almost a year, do you miss it?”

I play with the ends of my hair, examining my lap. Avoiding the camera lens. I look at anywhere but there. “If I were to miss anything about South Carolina, it would be the gorgeous landscape and southern food."

“You have three siblings, correct?” Adam asks next.

“I do, an older brother and sister, then a younger brother.” I list.

“What do they think about the show and your career?”

I nod. “They support me but the distance is hard. As you said, we haven’t all been together in almost a year.”

“Do you have any plans to go visit home soon?”

I sigh, “sadly no, my work keeps me quite busy.”

The interview goes on and we discuss how my style has evolved since I was a teen starting out in the business. I’ll admit, the topics about home and family sucked. Work and personal life are two separate jobs, my worlds can’t collide. I never bring South Carolina into it.

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After the shoot, I received a call from Cara when we were finishing up the photoshoot. Last night, Cara, Penelope, and I had a blast! I completely forgot about the whole tiff with Colson once I reached them in the kitchen. Since then, we’ve been three peas in a pod. While we were talking on the phone, she invited Sam and me to dinner at The Ivy.

“A small gathering of friends,” she told me and asked for us to be there by seven.

Jump ahead to now and Sam is parallel parking the car. I hop out and wait on the sidewalk for Sam to walk around. Our hands' interlock and the paparazzi take notice of us when people on the sidewalk pull out their phones.

“Y/N! SAM! SAM! OVER HERE!”

“HOW’S FILMING GOING?”

“It’s good to be back on set!” I cover my eyes with my clutch.

“YOUR INTERVIEW WITH JAMES CORDEN WAS GREAT!”

“SOCIAL BLEW UP AFTER THE INTERVIEW!”

Sam asks for the guys to make a path so we can get through without issues. He releases my hand and presses his palm to my lower back protectively.

“WE’VE ALREADY SEEN Cara AND PENELOPE GO IN!”

“A FEW PEOPLE ACTUALLY!”

“ARE YOU ALL MEETING UP?”

“Maybe, maybe not!” I look into one of the video cameras and wink.

The guy behind it gets a hoot out of my expression.

Sam and I reach the restaurant and the men let us go in unbothered.

“WE’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE TO YOUR DINNER!”

“Thanks guys, see you later!” I wave to them and their cameras shoot rapidly.

The noise dies down when we go back further into the restaurant. Sam spots Cara in the back and guides me back there. Tables are lined up in a long row and the majority of the seats are filled.

Cara, cool as a cucumber pulls me into a hug. “Hey Y/N! So glad you two could come!” She sits Sam and me across from each other near the middle. She insisted that I sit by her so we could chat. We get to talking about the Vanity Fair shoot today then she’s pulled away when another guest arrives.

The waitress comes up behind me and requests my drink order.

“I’ll have a sweet tea please.”

“We only serve unsweetened.”

I hate it when they say that. “That’s fine, thank you!” Sam eyes me and I pout about having no sweet tea.

“You realize there’s sugar right here.” He slides me the packets of sugar.

“Yes but it’s not the same. There’s sweet tea at every restaurant where I’m from and I come here boom! Sweet tea is nonexistent!”

"What’s the drink that’s carbonated?” He’s asking to be annoying because the west coast and the midwest disagree on the name.

“Pop!” I glare at him.

“That’s right! Pop! Sounds like you’re saying pot every time.” He laughs at his own joke, finding himself humorous.

“It’s soda by the way," he corrects.

“Uh uh,” I refuse to change my ways, “it’s pop.”

The empty chair next to me slides back and when I glance up to see who’s doing it, an instant headache hits my brain.

Sam greets Colson warmly with a handshake. I shoot Sam another glare. He’s acting neutral but that shouldn’t be a choice in this case. He was my friend first!

Colson removes black Ray-Bans from his face and positions them on top of his head.

“Hello Y/N.” Colson sends me one of his charming grins so many teen girls swoon over.

“Hi,” I reply, not attempting to hide my disinterest. I curve my body away from him and towards Cara, legitly giving him the cold shoulder.

The dinner goes on without a hitch surprisingly, considering the circumstances. Penelope leans down over the back of my chair to say our goodbyes.

I turn around in my chair to face her. “See ya tomorrow.”

“See ya,” she rubs her hand up and down my arm.

She and I exchange kisses on the cheek. “Love you!” We say in unison as we part.

“Later Sam!” She wiggles her fingers at him in a wave.

Sam and I stick around a while longer since Cara and I have gotten into a deep conversation about our shared love for vintage things. A conversation about our collections of records alone went on for twenty minutes. I hadn't noticed that it was just four of us now. Sam and Colson have been talking most of the dinner.

A pair of hands rest on my shoulders and steal my attention away from Cara. “Y/N, you ready to go?” Sam asks.

“We’ll head out too!” Cara announces with her sights directed behind me.

I look over my shoulder and Colson is standing beside Sam. The four of us walking out together… how convenient.

I grab my clutch, sticking close to Sam to dodge Colson.

The four of us walk toward the front of the restaurant and right when we reach the steps leading outside, Cara announces that she forgot her purse.

“I’ll be right back!” She urges us to go on without her.

The cameras waited for us as I assumed they would. They’re capturing every minute of us waiting for Cara.

I place my hand on Sam’s shoulder, “would you go help her?”

“You sure?” His eyes flicker between me and Colson.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure him and he promises he’ll only be a second.

“Go to the car so you aren’t bothered,” he refers to the paparazzi.

“I’ll walk her,” Colson offers.

Sam gives him the go-ahead as he goes off to help in the search for the purse.

I’m left with the one guy I was avoiding. I grip the keys in my hand and walk down the brick steps to the sidewalk. I hear Colson behind me and stop to address him. “I can walk myself to the car.”

He raises his arms mocking a surrender. “I don’t doubt your ability to walk, just helping out.”

“I don’t need your help,” I scoff, starting to walk again.

“I never said you did,” Colson sassily replies.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

A man runs around me to get a photo of me straight on.

“Y/N! Y/N! WALKING IN WITH SAM AND LEAVING WITH MGK, ANY EXPLANATION?”

I pause for a moment, making eye contact with the man behind the camera. Is he honestly trying to start drama? What lies are he going to sell? I’m only going to the car because Sam requested. The only reason Colson is even near me is that he’s so freaking persistent.

I push back the aggravation and force my lips into a kind smile. I can’t have a single moment of weakness. I can’t give in to my emotions like others. “Sam is helping Cara with something inside. Colson was kind enough to walk me to the car.”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU GUYS KNOWN EACH OTHER?”

I purposefully answer quickly so Colson doesn’t even have the chance to think of a response. “Not long, we met the other day backstage at The Late Late Show. We have a lot of the same friends and had no idea!” I peek over at Colson and he gives me a knowing look. I dismiss it and go on with my charade. I will not let this jerk mess with my career.

“ANY CHANCE OF HAVING COLSON GUEST STAR ON THE SHOW?”

“That would be great!” I lie my butt off, “having more friends on set would be fun!”

“COLSON, HOW’S YOUR NEW ALBUM COMING ALONG?!”

“We’re in the recording stage right now. Should be released sometime this summer," he answers.

“FOLLOWING UP WITH A TOUR?”

“Of course!” he chuckles.

I unlock the car and move around the guys to reach the door.

“WE’LL LET YOU GUYS GO ON. ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR NIGHT!” One of them departs.

“Thank you! You too!” I wave goodbye.

Some stick behind to get a few last pictures but for the most part, they all disburse. The ones remaining, however, keep their distance.

I yank on the handle of the door and Colson holds it for me. As if he's a gentleman. I begin to climb in, prepared to yank it shut in his face.

“Friends huh?” Colson chuckles.

I turn around abruptly and check around the general area of the sidewalk for any cameras. Seems the remainder of the guys have left. I shut the door and Colson removes his hand in a rush.

“No, not friends! I only said that to please the public," I huff.

“Ouch!” he acts offended, placing his hand on his heart. “I did find it interesting that you claimed we met backstage the other day so I was right!” He chuckles, believing he caught me.

“No, no, no, no!" I shut that thought down quickly. "The only reason I made that up was that it’s not good for my image if I admit I was at a party. People tend to assume that heavy drinking and drugs occur at parties. I can’t be associate with that scene!”

“Oh, so it’s alright to lie?” He crosses his arms and snickers, glancing down the street toward the restaurant.

I roll my eyes, of course, he doesn’t understand, why would he? “You don’t get it” I scoff, dismissing him. I turn and reach for the car handle again.

“So what if you were at a party? People drink, if some have a problem with that, that’s their problem. Oh! I forgot! You're America's Sweetheart! The perfect angel princess with a spotless record,” he mocks.

I slam the car door shut, having hit my limit. I keep my voice hush. “It’s not that simple! I'm not like you! I can't be caught partying! If the country, the world, sees the truth then my image is ruined! I've been doing this since I was a teenager! I worked way too hard for far too long to lose everything over a stupid mistake!”

Colson’s face falters from his usual carefree expression to one of seriousness.

“Found it! Let’s go!” Sam announces loudly to the whole block.

I toss him the keys and glance back to Colson who stands there in a stillness I have yet to see from me. His stare makes me want to hide. I feel as though I’m under a microscope being studied.

“Toodaloo Y/N! ‘Till next time my pals!” Cara strolls down the sidewalk.

It’s evident she’s had a couple of drinks. She sways further down the sidewalk and comes to a stop once she notices Colson isn’t following.

“Later Cara!” Sam shouts over the top of the car behind me.

Colson and I stare at each other I’m guessing for different reasons. He appears lost in thought and I’m desperately trying to figure out why. If I look away, I fear he’ll break to pieces or something.

Cara pauses. “Colson? You coming?”

He holds out for a moment but finally breaks eye contact with me. "Yeah."

When I’m no longer staring into those black works of art I regain my ability to move. I hurry into the car and Sam says his goodbyes again over the top of the car. I buckle my seatbelt when he climbs in. Watching strangers walk up and down the sidewalk, I’m perfectly aware of Sam starring me down.

He pulls onto the street. “Are we gonna talk about it or are we doing silence?”

I reach over and turn up the radio.

“Of course you make your own option.” Sam watches me, waiting for some sort of explanation.

We come in at the end of a song and the next one is oh too recognizable. The classic rock sound that is a part of all of Colson’s music plays through the car speakers. His vocals enter the soundwave and I groan loudly over the music before turning off the radio.

"No music then!" I snap.

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lovysmtalks · 4 years ago

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Fallen for the wrong you

(Based on this idea)

Even from when Marinette was a child she liked being more boyish- in her mind clothes have no gender and will never have.

But the world thought differently

Her father didn't like her for that

And neither did the people around her

Nino who was a childhood friend of hers always said that she should be more feminine.

She laughed it off as being a joke but when he didn't laugh with her she just stopped talking about it.

✎

She was 14, after she had one of the girls in her class confess her love for her, she realized that she was bisexual.

She started dating Lila, a popular girl in her school.

But once Lila visited her house, it was like hell was brought on her head.

Lila stated ranting about how she should dress like a lady and be more girly, and she should stop talking like a boy and talk more softly and be more demure.

(while Marinette literally had to go to therapist because she wasn't exactly talking and didn't talk to anyone for 4 years)

Marinette with a heavy heart took her advice and stepped out of her comfort zone by asking her parents to help her be more girly.

For the next few months Marinette observed Lila's personality traits and tried to recreate them as much as she could.

The soft and stutter voice

The soft smile

The pink dresses and short skirts

✎

After 2 years, Marinette was now known as a bubbly and shy person. Dont get me wrong, Mari observed how Lila was flirting with other guys and started ranting about anything the short girl did wrong.

But Marinette observed something else too

People were really kind to her,

The teachers complimented her on the dresses that she wore

The people in school talked to her more

For fucks sake, even her dad talked to her more.

That kinda her the poor girl, but now she was finally accepted, right?

✎

Last year of lycée...

Year with a lot of exams and brought by excitment of starting a new chapter in your life.

Lila broke up with Marinette at the end of last year, turned out she was just confused and never actually liked Mari.

The girl was really hurt it.

But her dad said suck it and be a man.

(Ironic because he treated her badly when she was more boyish)

✎

When she started college, she met Adrien

A son of a big designer in Paris.

He befriended her, and they spent alot of time together

She started to fall for him and she tried to confess...

but then when they opened up more to each other, it turned out that he was an incel that believed a woman belongs in the kitchen and is basically a sex toy and a baby maker

Mari started to distance herself from him, and made a note in her mind that said "I hate men and I'm shit scared of them, never fall for anyone and dont get in relationships or anything more then hookups."

✎

Last year of college.

Marinette meet Chloe Bourgeois.

The two girls because friends fast due to both of them having similar childhoods and interests.

Chloe helped Mari open more and teched her to not give a shit about anyone or anything

✎

After collage, Mari and Chloe opened their own company

Even tho it was hard at the start.

They started with nothing else then a little help from Mari's uncle, Jagged, and Chloe's mom, Audrey.

It was hard, with most of the industry being controlled by selfish rich men

But they did it

They made it to the top

After 2 years of trying, they finally made it up there

After many ups and downs, they finally did it.

Both girls were know for being the most kind people in the industry.

And they planned to keep that face on as long as they could.

After all, people dont like it when girls are rough and 'mean'

✎

Damian lost a bet.

That was what started the hell hole

Dick and him made a bet and he lost it? The world must have come to an end.

*Flashback*

"Ok little D, you must stop being in your room all the times, dont you have friends to hang out with?" Asked Dick

Damian stares at him for a second

"Jon is on a mission with his family, did you forgot?" He said

"Yea but that doesn't mean you just stop going outside." Dick said seriously.

Damian wasn't the type to have many friends or go out a lot, everyone knew it, but now Richard was just being an asshole for reminding him that.

"Look, why don't you get a job? You will have to take father's place one day and you dont even know anything about what he does." Dick said

"Of course I know what he does, I..he..uhm" Damian was at a loss of words

'Am I really that ignorant?' He thought

"Look, why dont you two have a bet, if Dick over here wins, you will get a job, if Damian wins, Dick will leave you alone forever and never bring it up again." Jason said

Damian looked at his two older brothers

"I'm in." Dick said

After some seconds

"I'm in as well" Damian murmured

The bet was who can capture the next villain to appear faster.

Dick was faster with only some minutes, meaning that Damian lost.

*Flashback ends*

He was now standing infront of the building of a company he had no idea of. And he was very lost.

✎

Once Damian stepped through the door, he was pushed by someone, making them both fall on the floor

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Asked the soft voice of the person who pushed him

"Yea I am alright" he said

He opened his eyes to see a short girl giving him a hand to get up

They made eye contact

Damian's breath cut short

After some seconds, the girl heard her phone ring

"Oh hell, Chloe must be waiting. I'm sorry I have to go" she said as she started to run

Damian didn't have time to ask any questions as she ran fast, very fast to the lift.

The guy linked repeatedly as he looked after her, a small smile forming on his lips.

✎

It's been 6 months since Marinette bumped into Damian.

The two of them got closer and they became friends... until the 4th month

That's when Damian confessed his crush on her.

She told him she felt the same.

And they started dating, and neither of them could be happier

✎

It was a late night after a celebration party

Both of them got drunk

When they got to the hotel, they started heavily making out, with no care into the world

Clothes started to come off as they moved to the bedroom

They got to the bedroom with him being in his bottoms and her being in only her shirt

They threw themselves into the bed

Damian slowly started to take off her shirt

But when his hand touches her skin

He felt something weird on her waist

Damian stopped the kiss so both of them could breathe

Once the dizziness from the kiss stopped his eyes went on her waist

His brain took a screenshot

He saw alot of tattos on her torso

Marinette looked up at him

Her eyebrows narrowed searching for his gaze. Once she found it, her mind panicked.

She pushed him off the bed and got up, searching for her clothes

Until Damian woke up from his shocked state, she was already gone out of the door.

He got up to look after her but once he was in the hallway, there was no sight of her anymore.

✎

*Some days after the break*

"Are you sure this is alright?" Marinette asked Chloe, who was sitting at her office.

"Babe, he lied to us about who he was and then got close to you, most probably to use it against you, you know how men are, they are all the same, plus, you can give the job to someone who actually needs it" Chloe said as she threw a paper on the desk.

Marinette looked at the paper, it was a dismissal paper.

2 days ago the girls found out who he really was.

The son of a rich competitor. Bruce Wayne to be more specific

Both Mari and Chloe know how the Waynes are.

They are cold, and mysterious.

Marinette was having second thoughts about this, but she couldn't risk her name being stepped on, not after working so much to get where she was.

The girl started to think if their relationship even was a relationship, they both were lying to each other.

She knew he wont accept her as she is, and now after learning who he really was, there was no doubts that it was real, and he probably didn't care, like everyone (besides Chloe) in her life.

"Hi Sam, call Damian in Mari's office please." Chloe said to the secretary.

Marinette got behind Chloe and tried to ignore what was gonna happen

After some minutes, there was knock on the door

"Come in'' said Chloe trying to hide the rage in her voice

In the door stood tall no one other then Damian Wash- I mean Wayne.

"You called me Chloe?" he asked

Damian looked behind the blonde girl to see his girlfriend (?) Turned with her back and looking at the window

"Its Miss Bourgeois to you." She said in a icy voice.

Damian opened his mouth in surprise

"And yes, I called you, please sign this" the blonde says pointing at the paper infront of her

Damian hesitantly got closer to the desk to read the paper

"A dismissal paper? What's this about?" He asks confused as he looks at Mari again

"Dont play dumb Washington." Chloe said, putting anger on the word 'Washington'

Damian looks at the girl shocked, his eyes winded

"Marinette, if this is about that night I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" the man was stopped by Chloe

"Dont you dare try to talk with her after you lied about everything Wayne." The blonde said loudly.

Damian let out a sort breath while he still looked at Marinette.

"This is a misunderstanding, I didn't lie to you guys, let me expl-" he was once again stopped by Chloe slamming the desk

"ENOUGH WAYNE, just sign this and were done."

Damian's eyes didn't leave Marinette

"Angel, please let me explain." He pleated

Marinette's head turned a little to the side

"We're over." She whispered, with a hint of sadness in her voice

Damian's eyes winded more

He looks at the paper and gets the pen in his hand

He took one more look at Mari

And he signed it.

"You are free to leave" Chloe said while turned to Marinette

And he did leave.

✎

After he was gone, Mari broke down in Chloe's arms as the blonde girl was stroking her back slowly

"I'm sorry sugar, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you anymore" Chloe whispered in Marinette's ear

✎

*at the Wayne mansion*

Damian's slammed the door closed as he entered the mansion, gathering the attention of his brothers and father

"Hey demon spawn, how was work?" Asked Jason as Damian walked past him

"Lilttle D, is everything alright? You seem down" Dick said

Damian stopped.

"I got fired" he says while his voice cracked a little

Bruce's eyes winded

"Son, I know you liked the job, but it's not that big of a deal, you can work with Tim" he suggested

Damian was looking at the floor

"And my girlfriend broke up with me" he whispered

"YOUR WHAT?" says Tim as he spilled his coffee

"Since when did you had a girlfriend Damian?" Asks Bruce

"Since 2 months ago" he whispers again

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jason asked

"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE RUINED IT FOR ME." He screams

The family was stunned

"Master Damian, no need to yell, why dont you vent to us? You're very stressed, I can tell." Alfred says

And he did, he told them all about Marinette, all the dates, all the laughs and smiles they shared together, he even told them about what happened that night

"So you're telling me, you got fired because of some tattos?" Jason asked

"No, I got fired because they found out I was a Wayne" Damian says roughly

"How did they not know?" Bruce says

"They dont look into competitors families, it's a bad habit that both of them have" The young Wayne said

"So for 6 months nobody told them who you were?" Tim asks

"No, because we weren't seen in public, I tried to be as careful as I could so no one would know " Damian sighed

"Well fuck, you fucked up big time, but that's not exactly a reason for her to fire you, not a good one at least" Dick said

Damian shrugs

"Wait, I think I know how to resolve this" Tim says

"What do you mean, Tim?" Asked Jason as Tim put his laptop on the coffee table

Tim started aggressively typing on the keyboard

"We now have a charity event to go to" he smirked

✎

"I'm not sure what to think about this Chloe."said the dark haired girl

"We're going to leave when you want sugar, but we need to attempt at the event" Chloe said as she was looking through Marinette's closet

Since Damian left, he was all Mari could have think

about.

She was distracted, hurt, confused, maybe even kinda mad at herself

"Aha, found it, look Mari! You would look so pretty in it. Plus it brings your tattoos at life" says Chloe while holding a suit in her hand.

Marinette promised herself that she would finally show the world that she wasn't the soft girl she always pictured herself as

She knows her parents would be watching the event, and she wanted revenge on her father for the years of therapy that she needed to get because of him and every man that did her bad, every man that said she couldn't open a business because she was a woman.

So she put on the suit, and left with Chloe who was holding her hand protectively.

✎

Once the two girls exited the car, flash lights were all over their faces

They somehow got into the building

Chloe went to get to get them both something to drink, leaving Mari behind.

The girl looked around the big room, her mind being concentrated at one of the paintings.

Suddenly someone was dragging her out of the room

"WHAT THE HELL, LET ME GO!'' she yells to death ears

She continued to struggle but nothing moved out of the person's grip

They got into a dark room, Mari could hear the door lock, she closed her eyes, scared of what was gonna happened.

She heard the light turn on.

"Will you now let me explain" said a familiar voice

She opened her eyes in surprise

"Damian? What the fuck is wrong with you, have you gone nuts?" She said angrily to him

"You didn't let me explain myself, so I had to do something about it, I cant just go on with my life because I know you didn't know what actually is going on." Damian says trying to make his voice as soft as he could, so he wouldn't scare her away

Marinette remains silent, sign for him to start speaking.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, but have you seen how you reacted when you found out who I was? You started to treat me differently." He whispered

Marinette opened her mouth to say something, but she decided to remain silent

"I didn't lie when I said I love you, god I still fucking do, but I had no idea how to tell you" he sighed

Marinette sighed a deep heavy

"If we start to confess things, I also have something to say" she says

Damian's eyebrows narrowed

"I'm not this bubbly shy girl, I am not the sunshine I make myself look like" she says

"Oh." He said

"I never was and I will never be, I print myself as that because people would treat me differently if they knew the real me" she sighed

Damian took a step towards her

He kissed her forehead softly, then her lips aggressively

"Then show me the real you"

(Marinette's tattos/suit and Chloe's dress)

#maribat #ml x dc #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #mlb au #maridami #marinette x damian #my fic #damimari #angst to fluff #daminette fluff #daminette

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transmascdeanwinchester · 4 years ago

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You got any trans man dean headcanons? 👀

I don’t know when u sent this so sorry if I’m answering late!!!

Also I just have the basic bitch set of trans dean headcanons tbh but they make me go feral so I will repeat them!!

- lazurus rising when cas brought dean back he put him in the body he’s always deserved (the mirror scene lives in my head rent free baby!)

- teenage dean stealing testosterone from hospitals and pharmacies when he had the chance bc they moved around too much for him to have a stable prescription pickup plan

- John being pissed for awhile that dean’s not his “perfect little girl” like he thought but getting over it bc dean is so determined to emulate him to prove his masculinity that it just makes him a better more fierce hunter and protector so John gets over it in like a year (Dean’s always been Like That anyway,,, in the grand scheme of things it’s less Distracting to have this small ongoing conflict that John just calls him Dean and does the passive aggressive “you wanna be a man? Act like it.” bullshit you know how it goes)

- Dean knowing he’s not a girl from a young age (like probably about 6) and teaches Sam to call him Dean and that he’s his brother from the time sammy can talk (Sam doesn’t learn Dean’s name is legally Deanna until he’s starting middle school)

- Dean binding in his teens by wearing those tank tops that are like skin tight but also stretchy material? With the built in bra part? he wears two of those under all the Normal Winchester layers and it gives him the flat chest (what isn’t flattened completely gets lost under his dad’s leather jacket he wears to school every day)

- it goes without saying but Dean, age 7, cut his hair for the first time in a shitty hotel bathroom mirror by trying to copy a dude in a shaving ad in a magazine (John didn’t even notice for three days)

- Dean gets top surgery after sam goes to Stanford when he’s supposed to be on a solo hunt (he tells John he’s hunting something but really he’s recovering at Bobby’s)

- Bobby, we are not surprised, is a good father figure and shut that shit down when dean explains that he’s just gonna hole up in a motel once he gets his surgery (“Boy, do you know how fucking dirty motel linens are? I am NOT letting you die from an infection and most certainly not leaving you Alone for months defenseless”)

- Dean using makeup to make his jawline a little sharper and more square even tho the iffy food situation growing up made sure he barely has any roundness to his face to begin with

- on the flip side dean playing up his fem features to use as a distraction when he hustles pool

- dean training his voice by trying to copy the sound of his favorite singers voices (and John since he hears his voice most consistently)

- dean knocking the shit out of transphobes (the comments don’t even have to be directed at him, he hears them and it’s ON SIGHT no question)

- dean acting like a womanizer bc that’s what Men Do and it’s all just literally part of his carefully constructed hyper masculine image bc it’s so so difficult to pick up anyone when what’s under theclothes don’t match what can be seen on the surface (Cassie is the first person he sleeps with and he’s so terrified but she doesn’t care holy shit she doesn’t care?)

- Dean chooses to keep his name close to his birth name bc that’s the name his mother gave him and he doesn’t want to disrespect her by completely changing it

- On the topic of dean’s hyper masculine image he constructs it from a mix of John and from the action movies he studies religiously when he has the chance (this is what boys like this is what every man dreams of being I have to like this too-) even tho he has enough action and violence in his actual life thanks,

- Dean not being big on faith because he can’t imagine some higher power choosing to make him be born in the wrong body and make him work so hard to fix it himself like life wasn’t hard Enough

- Dean being so immensely pleased when word gets around the monster worlds about the Winchester Brothers,,, the validity of your reputation being cemented in the way you’ve carefully crafted it to be

- Dean rationalizing that it’s okay for him to spend time and energy on making sure he’s presenting masc and getting the body language and mannerisms down because it helps him be better at his jobs as protector of his family and as a hunter (men are thought of as stronger/scarier, men are taken more seriously when interviewing locals/victim’s families, more authority is afforded to men)

- dean almost shooting a man in a bar bathroom when he’s fourteen and just needed to deal with shark week stuff real quickly but this drunk decided a “teenage girlie only has one use in a men’s bathroom” but dean just knocks him out and sprints back to the motel (dean doesn’t use public bathrooms after that if he can help it)

- dean not knowing the word transgender until he finds it in a library book while he’s supposed to be researching but really he’d heard the slur and needed to be clear on why it made him feel so icky so he was looking it up in the dictionary and he’s like Oh that’s Me

- Bobby doesn’t actually meet Sam and Dean until after Dean’s cut his hair for the first time and Sammy can only say half words (most Dee, which is good enough for Dean) so one of Dean’s first impressions of Bobby is him asking John “didn’t you have a daughter?” and John just giving a tired sigh because he’s too busy with the hunt he’s here for to try and get into it but Dean butts in with “No, he’s always had two boys, I’m Dean and this is Sammy” and Bobby doesn’t comment on this little high pitched voice or question it much because he’s babysitting this kid for the next two weeks and he doesn’t want it to be a hostile two weeks (and it never becomes a problem because by the end of week one Bobby never even entertains the idea that Dean isn’t a little boy)

- After Dean gets back from Hell literally the only thing that trips Sam and Bobby up (aside from that he just resurrected lmao) is that his shoulders are more squared and he’s just built more like he should be (see previous point about cas rebuilding him as he should’ve been!)

- Dean never having much money but he still donates to queer charities when he can (makes a point of it in June especially)

- Dean hangs a trans flag in his room at the bunker (and one in the dean cave too)

- The insane validation Dean feels at being called The Rifhteous Man (also the fact that Heaven Knew he was a man all along but didn’t lift a finger to make that any easier to show the rest of the world adds to dean’s general hatred towards them tho)

That’s all I can think of right now but just!! Trans Dean!!!!

Thank u for asking friend!!!

(@bowie-boy I am tagging u bc idk if u will see this post so hope that’s okay!!!)

#shut up sammy

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boys-from-santacarla · 3 years ago

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If you’re still doing the matchups do you mind? -May Taurus born on Beltane

-Witchy af and I love to collect flowers and dead things

-I dress pretty grungy with ripped jeans, crop tops, and plaid shirts. Sometimes with converse, sometimes combat boots. I have a few punk jackets I’m putting together and my next one will be vampire themed.

-I’m a professional body piercer so I’ve got a decent amount of tattoos that I’m collecting all the time and some pretty obvious facial piercings. My ears are asymmetrical and I always have studs in 2/3 of my lobes and a dangly earring (coyote tooth today) in the last one.

-I never ever shut up. I even talk in my sleep, but temper wise I’m fairly chill until pushed too far. My ADHD makes a lot of things seem iMpOrTaNt so I’m kind of a spazz. Definitely more of a mom friend though and always watching out for my friends. Not big on drinking and I don’t smoke but I love hanging with my friends when I can. I’m also a very big on reading…I may or may not be encroaching on 500 books in my way-too-small-for-this-shit apartment.

-In terms of size/body type I’m plus size but I’m working on being ok with my body image.

-Music ranges from classical to heavy metal to swing music so I don’t have a set taste but I have a huge vinyl collection and a deep passion for 80’s music and late 70’s surprisingly (definitely a huge fan of Blue Öyster Cult, The Doors, Pink Floyd, etc).

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG F*CK MY BAD

Notes: It wasn't that long, don't worry, dude. Well, thank you so much for the request! I really hope this is ok. Give feedback to it if you want :)

Maybe not what one would expect, but I can see you going out with...

Michael

This is why

If you had met him before Santa Carla, he might have made fun of you for your "mumbo-jumbo crap", but his skepticism disappeared after meeting the boys, and grandpa has taught him and Sam about nature and a few old rituals from the place, so now he's more open-minded. He is not really what you would call a Wiccan expert, but he will share with you his interest in these things. Oh, and will definitely give you one or two stuffed animals or just weird paraphernalia from his grandpa, just for the love of being annoying.

He will give you some of his shirts if you happen to like them, too. He likes your style because it is similar to his' but better. See, this man just puts on whatever happens to be clean or at least decent to go out with. But he's still trying to look more punk and you are the perfect educator for this, so he will ask you to help him with that and with the leather jackets thing because he only has the one he used to impress the boys with.

After his first piercing, and after seeing you look all badass and cool with yours, he is desperate to get new ones. Will be around you almost begging to have you do his new piercings. If you oblige, you're gonna deal with a beaming, loving Michael for a whole week. He will like them so much he's gonna talk and brag about them with everyone, even random strangers because he can't stop the excitement. If he comes across some awesome rings or jewelry in general, he will buy a pair for you two to match together.

I'm not gonna lie, he never really felt attracted to plus-size women, but there is something about you that makes him look at you in awe.

At first, he was only attracted to your personality, but the more you two spent time together the more he wanted to be 24/7 talking and joking with you. Then, your tough-looking style contrasting your personality is practically what did it for him.

Let me just tell you that when he decided to flirt with you, you had to hear some awfully heinous pick-up lines.

If you are working on changing your appearance, he is going to be there for you to give you sweet words and motivation. He decided a long ago it didn't matter how you looked; you were perfect for him, but he is supportive.

There's no day he won't tell you your tattoos make you look hot.

Honestly enjoys passing his time with you. The incessant babbling keeping his brain working and all the shared laughs are special for him.

Michael does some weird shit from time to time, and is a total disaster for decision-making and taking care of himself, so you will have a boyfriend to cuddle with, and a 5-year-old boy to look after.

Gurl, you are going to be besties with Sam. Damn, you two can have such a fun time just messing around and irritating Mike. It is really fun when you three go out to play at the boardwalk or just stay at home playing monopoly or whatever you feel like doing.

He will be like Michael with the piercings thing because he wants to look as awesome as you and all the other cool weirdos in Santa Carla. He is even accepting to trade some of his best comic books for an ear-piercing.

Also, Lucy is going to be extremely loving and supportive of you guys. Oh my god, I can't imagine this and not smile. Mrs. Emerson is the best mother-in-law you are gonna have. Chitchatting with you about everything, helping if you and Mike fight (not crossing any lines of course), giving you girly advice, and just basically caring for you like family.

As for the music, the long conversations about those legendary riffs and bands, and the extrasensorial experiences listening to those 40-hour-long Pink Floyd solos are gonna be extremely entertaining and enjoyable with the Emersons. And I'm saying it in plural because you can discuss and lay back to listen to "Secret Treaties" either with Sam, or Michael, or both at the same time.

#match-ups #ilikechocolatemilkh #my writings #michael the lost boys #the lost boys

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mayraki · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER SIX

“obx summer movie night”

CHAPTER FIVE

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“Finally, finally, finally!” Max yelled once she was inside her house after finishing her community service hours. She let her body fall into the couch and she closed her eyes, enjoying her first moment of silence of the day. But that lovely moment was interrupted by Fred walking quickly to the kitchen.

“Cody! I told you to do the dishes yesterday!”

“I was about to do them!” Cody screamed from his room.

“Ah, how coincidental, I told you and you were about to do them while you are reading an old comic book, c’mon!”

Max covered her face frustrated and let out a big sigh trying to ignore all the screaming, but when Cody walked into the living room she moved her hand from her face and looked at her little brother.

“See?!” He pointed at himself when Fred walked into the living room. “I’m here, I’m going to do them right now.”

“Max, don’t be so lazy and help your brother.” Fred pushed Max’s legs out of the couch and she opened her mouth offended.

“Lazy?!” She quickly sat down. “I’ve been working and doing community service all day! What are you talking about?”

“Community service is on you, so don’t complain. Besides, I heard you come home so late yesterday, where were you?” Max furrowed her eyebrows confused. She remember vividly that she climbed her window, and didn’t go throw the front door. Fred noticed and lifted and eyebrow. “Really? You think I don’t notice when you leave from your window? That used to be my room, I know every single little noise that window makes.”

“Wow... Fred, did you sneak out when you were my age? Who could have seen it coming? Because, not me!” Fred pushed Max into the couch and her back hit the back of the couch while she let out a loud laugh. “Fred Belinsky; the wild child!” Max yelled and then made crowd noises.

“Stop it, Max!” Fred said but a little laugh escaped his mouth.

“Here we have: the life of the party! The boy that every parent is afraid their daughters will take home! The bad boy! Fred Belinsky!” Max walked closer to Fred and started to clap while still making crowd noises with her mouth. Cody appeared on the kitchen and joined her, clapping even faster and making girly noises.

“Is that Fred Belinsky? Oh. My. God.” Cody said with a high pitch voice. Fred was trying to not let a big smile escape his mouth while his two little siblings were moving and clapping around him.

“Stop it with the games, guys!” He tried to sound serious but he couldn’t help it, a big smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, his smiling! My heart can’t take it!” Max said while touching her chest and falling to the floor pretending to faint. Cody did the same and fell into the floor, next to Max, while his tongue was sticking out from his mouth.

“Are you two done?” Fred said and Max opened her eyes. “I need you to take the car to the workshop.”

“Damn, taugh audience.” She said and then sat down on the floor. “Why?”

“It’s doing a weird noise, I don’t know, just to check it. We can’t afford to be out a personal transport.” Max nodded and then turned to Cody who got up from the floor.

“Well, if you two don’t need me anymore, a comic book is waiting for me to read it. Oh, and tomorrow I’m going out.” He said before starting to walk to his room.

“Out?” Fred and Max asked simultaneously.

“Yes, out.”

In that moment, the memory of Cody and that girl appeared on Max’s mind.

“Wait, young man.” Max got up from the floor and grabbed Cody by his arm to stop him from walking. “With who? what are you doing? when are you coming home? with who?” She asked quickly.

“You asked with who two times.” Cody said with an eyebrow lifted.

“Did I? I didn't notice, so? Tell me, with who?” The words were coming so fast of her mouth that Fred walked to her side and looked at her confused, as well as her little brother.

“You never cared with who I’m going out.” Cody asked confused.

“Whaaaat?” Max said with a high pitch voice. “That’s not true.”

Cody rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going to the Outer Banks summer movies at the park.” He turned around and Max furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“You hate that, you hate being around big crowds.”

“No, I don’t.” Cody was already on his room but he could be hear perfectly since it was not far from where Max and Fred were standing.

“Yes, you do. I always wanted to take you there and you always said no.” Fred said and Max nodded, being the only two Belinsky siblings who loved going to that event.

“Because I didn’t want to go with you two..” Cody said before closing his bedroom door. Max and Fred opened their mouths offended and they turned to each other.

“What? I’m so fun!” Max said.

Fred nodded and then crossed his arms around his chest. “We are! I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Weeeeell...” Max said with that high pitch voice again.

“What?” Fred asked.

“Nothing.” Max said quickly. “We have something else to worry about, it’s happening, our little brother is going on a date.”

“What? Cody?” Fred asked confused.

“Do we have another little brother that I don’t know about?” Max said and Fred rolled his eyes. “Yes Cody dumbass! I saw him a couple of days ago with a girl, it looked like they were in date.”

“Cody?” Max nodded. “Our Cody? The one that doesn’t like hugs? CODY?”

“Are fucking drunk Fred?! Yes! And I have to know who is this girl.”

“Max, stay out of our little brother’s business.”

“Oh, like you stay out of my business and never ask me where I’ve been? Sure! I’ll do that.” Max said sarcastically before leaving the room with a plan already forming on her head.

“Are you sure you can’t come with me tonight?” Max asked on her phone while talking to Sam.

“Yes, my boss is making me work extra hours and I really need the money, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I get it. Damn! Now what?” Max turned her head to the window of her parked car and looked at Luke’s Maybank workshop.

“What are you doing anyway?”

“I think Cody is having a date tonight.”

“Whaaaat? Cody Belinksy?”

“Yes! And I plan to go and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, if he’s like you, fourteen is when everythi-”

“We agreed to never talk about it, Samantha.” Max said quickly and Sam let out a loud laugh.

“Oooh, those were wild times. Alright, I gotta go. See you tomorrow, and good luck!”

“Bye..” Max ended the call and let her head rest on top of the back of her seat. A loud noise of a car starting made Max look up and that’s when JJ appeared on her sight. He had no shirt on and his hands were all black for working on a bike engine. His blonde hair was messy as ever and Max could see his sweaty forehead. He looked extremely hot, and Max hated when she thought that.

Max drove to the workshop and parked it on the side of the road, she got out of the car and walked closer to where JJ was. He looked up and huge smile appeared on his face once he locked eyes with Max.

“What’s up princess? One day without me and you already miss me?”

“Yes, I was so sad that I didn’t have to go to community service that I took the longest and most beautiful nap ever, so sad.”

“Glad you’re honest with me.” JJ pretended to not catch Max’s sarcasm and just said with a smile. Max was about to say something when a tall man walked to her car she turned around to look at Luke Maybank. She had seen him around, with his serious face and his not so lovely manners. Max had trouble connecting his son with Luke Maybank, JJ was so extrovert and so fun to be around, while his father was the guy you would feel intimidated and frightened to be around him. But, luckily, Max wasn’t easily intimidated, that was her whole attitude. But JJ, on the other hand, once his father walked to Max’s car, he looked down and started to organise some tools he had on a table. He shoulders were tensed and he was biting his lower lip uncomfortably. Max had never seen JJ like that, the guy that would always flirt and annoy her, wasn’t the guy that was standing in front of her.

“You’re a Belinsky?” Luke asked and Max nodded.

“Max.” She said dryly.

“Max?” He asked confused. “Are you friends with my son?”

Max didn’t understand why he was asking that, so she just slowly nodded. “Yeah... we hang out sometimes. Why?”

“He mentions you sometimes when he hangs out with his friends at my place. You know, that’s the only thing he does, hang out with those... he’s a good for nothing.” Max stood there shook at Luke’s words. She couldn’t understand how a father would talk about their son like that. Max turned her head and locked eyes with JJ, his face was facing down but is eyes were lock on you and his dad, like he was watching their every move carefully. “Come back at noon, your car is going to be ready by then.” He said without looking at her and throwing the ticket to her wich Max easily cought. She went back to JJ while he was watching his dad walk away, but then he came back to her and gave her a little smile. She did the same the turned around, making her way to the streets with a lot of questions on her mind.

Max was starting to get angry. Her state of shook passed after she played Luke’s words over and over again on her mind.

How could someone speak about their son like that? JJ is not a good for nothing! He is one of the best surfers is know! I would never admit it, but he is! Not so life changing skill, but he’s also a good blunt roller! That takes practice! And, to be honest, he’s an awesome friend, it didn’t matter that I know him only for the couple of weeks, but you could see that even from a far! Jesus!

Max didn’t understand why she was thinking so much about it, all she knew is that she was angry, and that’s not good. Sometimes, when she’s angry or annoyed, she can’t control the words that come out of her mouth. That’s why she would get a lot of detention in school, her incontrolable mouth.

She watched her phone to see the time and it was marking ‘12:15’ when she was quickly walking towards the workshop. She noticed JJ standing next to her white Jeep and Luke Maybank talking to another client.

“Is it done?” She asked once she arrived at the workshop. JJ looked up and a little smirk appeared on his face. He nodded. “Alright, we’re do I pay?”

“Cash?” Luke appeared next to Max and she turned her head to him.

“Yes.” She said dryly.

“What was it?” He asked to JJ.

“A tap was broken and it was starting to get lose, I changed it.” JJ said serious.

“Wait, did you fixed it?” Max asked pretended to be confused. JJ nodded and a little smile appeared on her face. She slowly turned to Luke while giving him an approval nod. “I guess he’s not a good for nothing after all, huh?” JJ’s eyes went wide open and Luke stood there without knowing what to say, but Max knew that he was starting to get angry, and deep down, Max liked that.

She gave him the money and once he walked away, a little proud smile appeared on her face.

“What was that?” JJ asked after getting closer to her. He seemed angry but worried at the same time.

“What was what?”

“That good for nothing thing?”

“He called you that when I left my car, and I just said that you’re not, what’s the big deal man?”

“Just...” JJ let out a big sighed and then continued more calmly. “I don’t need you to defend you with my dad, just don’t.”

“I guess that’s what friends do, defend each other.” Max said remembering the night at the party.

“This is different.” JJ shook his head. Max slowly nodded. “I just don’t want you to get...” JJ said but then stopped, looking around.

“You don’t want me to get what?” Max asked quickly.

“Just forget it, alright?” He asked and Max nodded confused. She understood that parents business are delicate and sometimes you don’t want to talk about, Max knew that perfectly. She knew that a lot of the times you just need to escape and not think about it, that’s when it hit her.

“Hey, are you free tonight?” She asked and a smirk appeared on JJ’s face.

“Are you inviting me on a date, Belinsky?” He asked pretending to be surprised.

Max pointed at JJ and then nodded. “There’s the JJ I know. No. I have something for us if you’re up for it, it envolves is being sneaky and if we’re not careful, we might get in trouble.”

“Princess, those are the perfect words to get me interested. What is it?”

“Tell me again why can’t we just sit down and be like two normal people watching the movie?” JJ said while Max and him were standing behind a tree.

“Because my bother won’t like the idea of me here and he will just leave.” Max said while popping her head trough the tree and looking for Cody.

“I still think this is stupid.”

“Hey! You have siblings?” Max asked after turning her head to JJ. He shook his head and Max nodded. “Yeah, then no opinion!”

“Alright! If you don’t mind, I’m going to sit down because my feet hurt like shit.” JJ said and proceeded to sit down next to the tree.

“There he is!” Max whispered and pointed at the crowd. Cody was walking with some popcorn on his hand while a girl was behind him. Max noticed that he let the girl choose where to sit and once she decided, he sat down next to her with their shoulders touching. “They’re definitely on a date!” JJ grabbed Max’s hand before pulling her down, making her go to the floor and sit down next to him. She opened her mouth surprised and then punched him in the arm. “Do that again and I’ll kill you!”

“First of all, ouch!” JJ grabbed his arm. “Second, I thought this idea was to be sneaky and you’re up there on everyone’s sight. I was just helping you.” He said but a little laugh escaped his mouth.

“Sure.” Max said sarcastically and then went back to where his brothers and the girl were. “I don’t know who she is. She’s definitely not from his group of friends.”

“She looks like a Kook.” JJ said.

“What? I don’t think my bro- you know what? Maybe now that I think about it.”

Music started playing from the big screen letting everyone know that the movie was starting. JJ let his back rest of the tree and Max turned to him. “Are you actually going to watch the movie?”

“Yes! We didn’t come here for nothing.”

“Nothing?! We’re here to make sure my brother doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“He’s an innocent little kid, what’s he gonna do? C’mon, relax princess! And enjoy the moment..” JJ said and was about to let his arm go around Max’s shoulders when she said quickly;

“Don’t do that unless you want to get punch again.”

“You know what?” JJ said while slowly moving his arm away from Max. “I like my arm, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.” JJ said and Max just nodded, satisfied with herself.

Max HATED to admit it, but JJ was right. Nothing was happening between Cody and the girl. No more than whispering to each other about the movie and letting out little laughs, like two new teenagers on their first date.

The movie was about to end so Max knew that it was time to go. So she grabbed JJ’s arm and pulled him up, he looked at her confused and then pointed at the movie.

“It’s about to finish!” He whispered.

“She takes the job and he goes to the airport to stop her. She then does the most stupid thing ever, refuses the job and settles with the guy on New York.” Max said quickly while walking away from the crowd.

“What?! Way to spoil the ending!”

“It’s a romantic movie, either one of them dies or they end up together.” Max said annoyed and JJ rolled his eyes.

“You’re so romantic it kills me.” He said sarcastically.

“C’mon, we’re almost on the street were they can’t see us..” Max said but when she took a step forward two tall guys walked in front of her. The Harriet twins were looking at JJ and Max with their arms across their chests. “What’s up dudes?” Max said calmly while the memories of that night at the Golf Club with JJ were coming back to her mind.

“What’s that James? What did the police told us? Two teenagers were the ones that trashed our stuff at the Golf Club?” One of them said. JJ and Max looked at each other pretending to be surprise.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, dude.”

“Yeah, but we gotta go, hope you’ll fine them tho!” Max said while grabbing JJ’s hand with the intention to walk away, but the twins got closer to them.

“Hey men, step the fuck away.” JJ said getting tired of the two tall guys in front of them.

“C’mon, don’t you think it’s a coincidence that the day before we talked to your Pogue friend and then we found our golf stuff broken and painted.” One of the Harriets said while getting closer to Max.

“That’s a great deduction my friend! You should be a detective!” JJ said.

“Yeah! Too bad you have no proof on us, because we didn’t do it. So, drop your bullshit so we can go.” Max said before looking around to make sure her little bother wasn’t looking at her.

“No can do, we have to hit you guys back.” The guy walked closer to Max but JJ quickly stood in front of her.

“You better think that twice, dude.” He said more angry and Max grabbed his arm. She looked to her side and covered her mouth surprised.

“Oh my god!” She yelled in horror and the three guys she had in front of her turned around to see what she was looking at. Max quickly grabbed JJ by his arm and pulled him away from the Harriets, he understood immediately and they started to run away from the annoying Kooks.

“Hey!” Max heard one of them say, but they were both long gone while letting out big laughs.

“This the second time I saved your ass from getting into a fight, you owned me dinner.” Max said after they made sure they were safe.

The beach was almost empty while the sun was going down. They were walking along the ocean while they feet were playing with the sand. Max had her boots on her hand, while JJ was trying to get his hair away from his face since after the run it got all messy, but surrendered after a couple of tries and figuring out it was a lost cause, his hair was always going to be messy.

“Sure, it’s a date then.” JJ said with a smirk on his face.

“No, no.” Max shake her head. “You buy me dinner and you go.” She shush him away with her hand.

“Not fair, dude!”

“Sorry, my rules.” She said and he let out a little laugh.

“Alright, I’ll do that if you admit something first.”

“What?”

“Admit that you over reacted about your brother seeing a girl. Deep down you knew it, you just wanted to hang out me because you secretly love me.”

“What?” She asked. “Keep dreaming, Maybank.”

“You’re so in love with me that it hurts you to admit it!” He grabbed her arm and started to shake it. “Don’t do this to yourself princess!”

Max quickly moved her arm away from JJ and punched his arm. “Don’t call me princess! I’m going to start calling you a dumbass.”

“You treat me like a dumbass so what’s new?” He jokingly ask and Max rolled her eyes. “Wait, no, you treat me like a punching bag, so call me punching bag if you want, princess.”

“Alright punching bag! You want another one?!” She said and JJ let out laugh.

“I can take it, dude.” He said more calmly and serious. Max furrowed her eyebrows, the way he said made her intrigued.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said with a little smile.

The memory of Luke Maybank appeared on Max’s mind and she looked down. Like Max had trouble connecting Luke with JJ, she almost forgot that he had to live with him, that he had to live with such an awful and rude person, she didn’t knew anything about JJ’s life or house life, but the way he acted that morning around his dad, made Max wonder...

“Isn’t that your house?” JJ said taking Max away from her thoughts.

She turned around and looked at a familiar door. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it... Hey, thank you for doing this with me.”

“No problem, man. Hate it to admit it, but I have fun when I hang out with you... See? Nothing happens when you admit stuff.”

Max nodded and a little laugh escaped her mouth. “Not right now, but I will drag you around in everything I do if you have so much fun with me! Like groceries, work..” Max said to annoy JJ but he just let out a big smile.

“Fine! That sounds awesome, because knowing us we will probably end up running away from someone or almost causing a fight.”

“Yeah, probably...” she said with a smile. “Alright, see you when I see you... punching bag.” She saluted at him and he did the same.

“See you, princess.”

Max turned around and a little smile appeared on her face. She maybe was starting to like this princess nickname...

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stardancerluv · 4 years ago

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Brother’s Keeper

Rewrite Part 7a

Summary: The next day, reader realizes Branden and her better play the role for any prying eyes that belong to Sam. Branden feels things.

Note: Implied smut.

Roughly, he rubbed the wet strands of his hair with one of his towels. He pulled on a fresh t-shirt and boxers, before sliding back into bed with you. You deserved to sleep.

Coming to lay beside you, he couldn’t stop himself from gently tracing the curve of your cheek. You had always been a sweet kid. Now you were a woman, his woman. So damn lovely.

Your eyes fluttered open. “Branden.” You breathed his name, as a soft smile spread across your face. “I am so glad that none of this was a dream.” You whisper.

“Me too.” He whispered back. He searched your eyes, but then a grumble stirred between the two of you.

You giggled flushing, you buried your face into his chest. He loved it. “Hungry?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“You can cook besides just being a master griller?”

He smiled, nodding. “You remember?”

“I remember those times so well. I had always wanted to come over to you, like one of the many girls I saw that hung off your arm.”

“Now you’re the only girl who matters to me.”

“I like that.” You smiled.

“You should know I’ve always been pretty self sufficient. Before I met Michael, it was only me looking out for me.”

You grimaced. “Mom was rather fond of you.” You sighed.

He hated seeing the sadness filling your eyes. He chose his words carefully. “So you wanted to be one of those girls, huh?”

You nodded. “I did.” You swallowed. “Go and make us that breakfast and perhaps then I will tell you or even show you how fond of you I am.”

He smirked. “I like the sound of that.” He drew close, he closed his eyes as he felt your fingers in his still wet strands.

“I will go and shower and come over to you while you are cooking, I’ll wear one of your shirts.”

“I really like the sound of that.”

Your lips brushed his. “I will do it, because I can’t wait to see you cooking again and also so that bimbo we saw last night talks. I want her to see me again with you, so I don’t have to check in with Sam.” You swallowed. “After what he pulled, I really don’t have the stomach to talk to him soon.”

“I’m so glad he gave you to me.” He murmured against your temple. “But it sickens me to think of what if.” He pressed a kiss against you. “If I didn’t need him for the big job, I’d show him how I feel about him giving you to someone.” He searched your eyes

“My protector, my hero.” You kissed him.

*****

Surveying the refrigerator, he decided he’d make the standard but delicious breakfast in bed for the two of you. After buttering some bread, he slipped them into the toaster oven.

He was whipping up some eggs, when that familiar annoying voice filled the kitchen behind him. He made sure a pleasant expression filled his face.

“Were you good to my girl last night?”

He put the bowl and the whisk down, he turned towards her. “Yes. I think she only just now woke up.” He shrugged.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, are you that good of a stud or do you perhaps need someone a little more on your level?” She leaned proactively against the kitchen island, her stomach bared, her shorts rode low.

“What makes you think, she’s not on my level?” He challenged, still smiling.

“I’m used to powerful men like you. I specialize in them.” She shrugged. “If you were with me, you’d be just getting up now. I’d be the one making breakfast.”

“I see.”

“Branden.” Your sweet voice came from the direction of his room. A whine played on your lips.

He turned to you.

“I thought you were going to wait in making breakfast, till I got out of the shower.”

He stretched and scratched his stomach. “Got hungry.” He made a soft sound. “Is that my shirt?” You nodded. “Come here and let me get a better look at you, doll face.”

You walked over, he could barely take it. His shirt sat half way down your thighs it made the knots come back to his stomach. He took your hand when you neared and twirled you. He smiled at the giggle you made.

He enjoyed turning his back to the bimbo as he came over to you. “Looking good.” He pulled you close. “Hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Good. It will be ready soon.” He smiled meeting your eyes.

“Y/N, are you ok?” The bimbo asked.

You leaned and looked around him to look towards her. “Of course I am. This guy is amazing.”

He chuckled. “Am I? Well, wait till after breakfast.” He smirked.

You giggled. “Such a beast you are.” You wiggled free and hopped onto the counter. “I’ll let you finish cooking but can you get me a glass of juice, please?”

“Of course.”

“How about you? Were you with one of the other guys?” You turned giving her the most innocent expression you could muster.

“Oh, he’s still sleeping.”

“You better go and make him happy. You don’t want him complaining to Sam or something.” You suggest.

“You think he would?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I don’t want that. All right, bye girlie.”

She soon disappeared to the other part of the house.

He came back over to you and placed the juice by you. The toast dinged. He sighed meeting your eyes. Opening the cabinet, he took out a plate and placed the toast on them.

“Was hoping the eggs would have already been done.” He muttered bringing over the plate.

“It’s ok.” You opened your legs again to him and he stood close. “I told you, she was nosy.” You whispered.

He nodded. He gently rested his hands on your thighs. “You look really good in my shirt.”

“I think so too.” You draped your arms around his throat.

He moved his hands higher, till they smoothed over your hips. “Damn.” He growled. “Seeing you like this is almost too much.”

“Let’s finish those eggs and you can show what me being dressed like this does to you.”

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touchstarvedsam · 5 years ago

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Deft hands remove the tacky yellow polo, revealing flawless tanned skin slick with sweat, a moan of “Dean” falling from parted pink lips, kiss swollen.

Dean wakes up with a hiss, sitting up in the motel room bed. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and his chest is heaving from the dream he was having. Nightmare, he tries to correct, but knows that’s not true. He looks down and sees the thin blanket is slightly tented and he growls in frustration, looking over at the clock and pointedly not past it towards Sam.

4:27 AM the digital clock on the nightstand tells him and he resigns himself to another sleepless night. He gets up and heads for the shower just knowing it’s going to be a long day.

The cold water doesn’t help his erection all that much with those visions swimming around in his head, both turning him on and turning his stomach at the same time. He remembers how it felt, Sam under him. He remembers the breathy way his brother -- no, not his brother, a different Sam, though deep down he knows it was still his Sam -- would moan his name.

They woke up like Sandover never happened and, well, to Sam it never did. Sam didn’t have the honor of meeting Zachariah. Sam isn’t tainted with the memories of Dean pushing him down face first onto Dean Smith’s desk and fucking him raw. Though Sam felt it, Dean knows. He saw the way Sam hissed in pain when he first sat up upon waking, the weird limp he walked with, and the careful way he’d lower himself into the passenger seat of the Impala. And he hated himself for not being able to apologize when Sam said, “I think I pulled something, because I- it just hurts.”

Four days later and he still hates himself.

Four days later and he’s still having wet dreams -- memories -- of their coupling, like a teenage boy crushing on his hot teacher. He’s harbored these feelings for Sam for so long and all it took was one meddling winged dickhead and all of it comes crashing down.

He wishes Zachariah took his memories because then he wouldn’t have to remember that getting what he’s wanted all along was just a one time deal. The angels are doing more harm than good and Dean wants them gone.

Every time he closes his eyes he sees Sammy pushing his ass back, begging Dean for more. Sees the way Sam’s big, skinny hands grip the opposite side of the desk as Dean pounds into him from behind, hands that aren’t littered with callouses from gun wielding gripping Sam’s lithe hips and bruising him, leaving his mark for days.

Dean almost came in his pants when he saw the bruises on Sam the next morning as Sam got dressed. Luckily for Dean, the motel didn’t have big enough mirrors for Sam to look at his hips after showering or he’d have questions Dean can never answer.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Dean Smith asks, lips centimetres away from Sam Wesson’s. He can feel his breath fanning over his lips as he pants. Sam’s backed against Dean’s desk, partially sitting but still fully clothed, and Dean presses a knee against Sam’s erection. The kid from tech support hisses, his chest arching as he tries to gain friction, but Dean holds still, just keeping pressure. “Are you going to be my good boy, Sam?”

“--ean!”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Smith, please just--”

Trailing a finger over Sam’s flushed cheek, he says, “What did I tell you, Sam? Call me--”

“DEAN!”

Dean startles out of his reverie and looks over at Sam, shocked that he’s remembering in the middle of the day. He blinks at Sam then asks, “What?”

“Dude, I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes. Are you okay?”

Am I okay, he thinks, wishing he could just snap, No because I’m imagining holding you down and fucking you like I did in the alternate world you don’t remember.

“I’m fine, man, just tired. What’d you find?”

Sam seems to visibly relax at the mention of the case they’re working. “So get this...”

~ ! ~

Dean wakes with a start but not with an erection or from a dream. He’s not panting or sweating. What the hell woke him up?

“Please...”

His head turns so fast his neck protests but Sam sounds like he’s in pain and big brother instincts always kick in when Sam’s in pain. “Sammy?” he asks softly.

“Dean... please...”

Dean stops moving to get off the bed, one foot on the floor; he’s frozen, eyes locked on Sam’s sleeping form. Sam’s sweating, his hair matted to his forehead, and his chest is rising and falling at a more rapid pace, panting. His thin fingers grip the blanket pulled up to his chest.

And he just moaned Dean’s name.

“Sam?” he cautions, moving slow. His left foot comes off the bed to meet his right and he stands. The closer to Sam he gets the better he can see him. He’s got his lower lip trapped between his teeth and his whole body seems to be wracked by tremors, but it’s only when he’s standing right above him that he sees it, sees what’s got Sam moaning.

Sam’s hard, and there’s a wet patch growing on the blanket right above the tent and Dean has to take a deep breath to calm himself before he does something stupid. Sam’s a guy, and they’ve been sharing a room for years, it’s not like he’s never seen Sammy have a wet dream before. He just- Sam’s never called out Dean’s name before.

“Oh god, Dean- Dean- I need you, please--”

“Dean, I need you- please!”

“Fuck,” he groans, running a hand through his short hair and messing it up more than the pillow did. “You’re killing me here, kiddo.” If he wasn’t having memory flashes of Sam Wesson writhing under him and saying the exact words his baby brother is moaning in his sleep right now, it wouldn’t be as bad. But god, Dean is yearning.

There’s an unspoken bro code: don’t wake a guy up from a wet dream; it’s just fucking weird. But he can’t listen to Sam moan like this anymore or he’ll do something they will both regret.

He shakes Sam’s shoulder, relishes in the heat radiating off of him, and Sam startles awake with a yelp. His eyes are frantic as he searches for the enemy before landing on Dean, lust blown and wide. Dean licks his lips and lets go of his shoulder, “Hey, hey, you’re okay, Sammy,” he soothes, backing up to sit on the edge of his own bed. “You’re safe. You were just, uh- dreaming.”

Sam still looks panicked, eyes wide and almost scared. He says, voice cracking, “I- we were- oh god. Dean.”

Dean knows exactly what Sam is sputtering about but he plays dumb, asks, “What were you dreaming about?” despite his better judgement.

Sam seems to deflate at that, shoulders sagging as he whispers, “You’d never wanna look at me again.” He fiddles with the blanket. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” he says and proceeds to get off the bed on the other side, presumably to hide his obvious erection.

It isn’t until he hears the water running that he lies back down. If Sam’s getting his memories of Sandover back in his dreams, Dean is screwed.

~ ! ~

A new development is Sam’s cheeks pinking when Dean gets too close. He teases Sam because that’s what he’s supposed to do as a big brother, but now it seems to be affecting Sam in a completely different way. He’s been woken up from a dead sleep three times now with Sam’s moaning, and every morning he’s rock hard as he watches his little brother come in his sleep pants.

He particularly loves when Sam’s chest arches almost completely off the bed, hair fanned out over the pillow, as he comes with Dean’s name on his tongue. He feigns sleep while Sam gets up to shower at the ass crack of dawn, and Dean rubs one out to Sam’s moans playing over and over in his head.

If this keeps up, he’s not going to be able to hold off any longer.

~ ! ~

“I, uh--” Sam’s got that gorgeous blush on his cheeks again. “I think I’m gonna get a separate room tonight, Dean. I- I’m not feeling well and I don’t think you need to hear me getting sick all night...”

If by getting sick he means moaning Dean’s name all night Sam couldn’t be more wrong.

“Sammy, when have we ever got separate rooms? Even when you had the flu I didn’t leave you. C’mon.” He tugs on Sam’s jacket sleeve and pulls his little brother against his side to make sure he can’t get away. “Just let big brother take care of you. I always know what to do with you, don’t I?”

If possible, Sam’s blush turns a deeper scarlet and Dean smirks when his head is turned away. Oh yeah, he’s still got it.

His dreams stopped right around the time Sam’s started, like a transference, but Dean’s not complaining. He’s enjoying the view of Sammy coming every night to the thought of Dean fucking him on an office desk. If it gets any worse, Sam might seek out real Dean’s attention, and Dean is -- not so patiently -- waiting. He’s not gonna let Sammy go on like this for too much longer. Dean’s dick can’t handle how frequently he’s jerking off.

~ ! ~

This time he’s not awoken by Sammy’s sweet little moans. He’s awoken by the bed dipping behind him and he self-consciously reaches for the knife he’s got under his pillow, until he smells Sam’s sweat and girly shampoo. He relaxes back into the mattress and waits.

“Dean,” Sam whispers, sounding lost.

Not moving, ever the blase big brother, he asks, “Yeah, Sammy?”

“I keep- I keep having these dreams and they- Dean, they feel so real- I don’t know what to think anymore.” He sounds so lost, so broken that Dean rolls half onto his back and looks up at his little brother. “I know this is going to sound gross because we’re brothers and I’m sorry but I- I can’t hold it in anymore, Dean.” He takes a deep breath, like he’s psyching himself up to talk about what Dean already knows about. “I’m having dreams about you. And me. And--”

Without thinking, Dean reaches a hand up and cups Sam’s very warm cheek, startling his baby brother. “I know, kiddo,” he soothes. “I know. I’ve had them, too.”

“You- what?”

“I’m gonna sound like I’m crazy but hear me out, Sam.” He sits up completely so they’re face to face, hand never leaving Sam’s pinkwarm cheek. “They aren’t dreams. They’re memories.”

Sam stares at him blankly a moment then laughs awkwardly, says, “Yeah sure, Dean,” and moves to get up from the bed, but Dean’s hand on his cheek moves to grip the back of Sam’s neck and pulls him in so they’re nose to nose. “Dean--”

“Remember the morning you woke up sore? When you couldn’t sit right for a few days?”

“Yeah, I- no, no way.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he replies, the pet name just rolling off his tongue like he’s said it his whole life. “Yeah.”

“Oh god.”

Dean keeps him grounded by squeezing the back of his neck. “But listen, Sammy, I don’t regret it, and I don’t want you to, either. I think it’s something we could have.” He smiles softly, making sure Sam’s eyes are on his as he starts to lean in. “If it’s something you want, that is.” Sam meets him halfway and they share their first real kiss.

Sam doesn’t go back to his own bed that night.

#wincest #swesson #bottom sam #top dean #spnwincest #this isn't as good as i hoped but whatever it's been in my head for days #it just didn't end the way i wanted it to #i wanted angst!#and drama!#and dean pining!#but i digress #who cares #long post #kiri wincest #spn fic #it's a terrible life

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Fanfic Friday #12

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I post a new here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/34123603

{whatever it is a scar rememebers}

Ships: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, smoking, swearing, mentions of canon typical violence. it's a fluff piece tho :)

“She’s just a little girl. Come on Buck, we have to help her,” Sam said, cuddling into Bucky’s side. “Sam, she’s, she’s our enemy.” “That depends on how you view it.” “Come on.” “Buck, please. She is just trying to make a statement. She hasn’t done any real bad yet.” “Yet, Sammy, see how you said yet. You know how much she is capable of.” “Yes, without our help and guidance. She’s just, just lost.” “I will always back you. Always. It’s not me you need to worry about.” “This is our mission. We get to decide how it gets done, the other avengers have their own.” “That’s directly ignorant of the fact we all need to sign off on mission plans. That’s the deal, that’s why we get to operate in our wide jurisdiction.”“Baby, step back. Look at this for real.” “I know Sammy, I swear. She’s just a girl, and you’ve always had more compassion than me. So convince all the Avengers and I will follow you wherever.” “I’m putting together the mission plan, and I will get it signed.” “Good. Now, can we please go to sleep.” “Yes. Love you.’ “Love you more.”The next morning when they awoke, Sam did not bother waking for Bucky to wake up. Naturally, when Bucky did wake he reached over for Sam and did not find him. Bucky panicked, they had fallen into an unbreakable routine. Sam would always wait up for him. What had happened to his boy? “Friday, is Sam okay?” he asked, panicked. “Yes, he is just on a run with steve. He asked me to inform you that he was planning to get Steve to sign first.” “Oh, oh, thanks Fri,” he said, and then under his breath muttered, “I’m going to kill him.” “Kill who?” Sam said, entering all sweaty. “Samuel Thomas Wilson, how dare you?” Buck said, only half joking. “What baby?” “I woke up without you next to me.” “Had things to do sweetheart,” Sam explained, changing into some sweatpants and a hoodie. “More important than cuddling me.” “Unfortunately so,” he said, putting deodorant on. “You're supposed to say nothing is more important than you.” “Buck, cut the melodramatics.” “Sam, you stole my morning cuddles from me. That is a serious offense.” Sam climbed back into bed and pulled bucky in. “You okay now?” “Yes.” “Got all the Avengers signatures.” Bucky just smiled. Sam and his determination. “When do we leave?” “Two days time. Flight out at 8 O’clock in the morning. We got intel Karli will be stationed in Latvia.” “Okay, guess we’re going then.” “Yes we are.”Somehow they ended up with Karli in custody, and as negotiated by Sam, she would be staying in the compound under his guidance, following a strict routine each day. “So, in the morning you will be woken at 8 am sharp. Breakfast is from 8-8:30, then your school day starts. School is from 8:30 till 2 Monday through Friday. After that there will be therapy for an hour. After that you have training for 2 hours. Any additional activities you wish to take can be negotiated.” “Sounds like hell,” she commented. “Hey it’s either this or prison, pick your poison.” “Oh how I wish it were poison. What does training mean?” “Learning to fight with control and releasing your anger.” “Sounds alright.” “Good.” “And I’m off the hook anytime after 5?” “Yes. Free to do what you wish on the compound. You’ve been fitted with a GPS, that’s the bracelet, and so you can’t really leave.” “Is this legal?” “Yes, very. Oh and you’re required to be at dinner, whatever time that may take place.” “Dinner?” “Avengers are a family, and we have family dinners. Sort of.” “That’s uncomfortable.” “Get used to it.” “No thanks.” “You need help getting settled in?” “Nope.”It was her third day and it was 8 in the morning and she was being woken up. “JUST FUCK OFF YOU STUPID MACHINE,” she yelled. Bucky almost instantly showed up at her door. “Aren't you supposed to be awake right now?” “Everyone needs to fuck the hell off before I beat the shit out of you.” “Alright girlie, calm down. I’m a super soldier too ya know.” “What the hell.” “Take a chill pill.” “Did you really just say that?” “Yes. Now what is going on? Use your big girl words.” “I swear to god.” “What?” “Everything is so goddamn structured

here. Family dinners are so awkward. Therapy is downright stupid, and school, school just sucks.” “Fair enough. It’s your own fault though.” “Huh?” “Shouldn’t have gone for the whole terrorist vibe. Anyway, the more days you complete, the more freedom you get. We have some kids in the compound. Get to know them, they’re a good time. Especially Peter. They have their own thing, and they have a good time together.” “Are you actually dumb? They don’t want to be my friend.” “On the contrary. Most of them understand youth discussion and want to make the world a better place.” “Everyone here is so nice, what the fuck. You’re supposed to hate me.” “I’ve done enough hating for a lifetime. Plus, everyone here is supposed to hate me, too. Turns out that’s not how it works. I’ve become a big brother, a boyfriend, a friend. They make you better, just let them. Let Sam. He really does care about you kid, he put in a real shift to get you here. He gets it.” “I-” “Don’t worry about words. Get ready for school, see you at breakfast a bit, yeah?” “Yeah.” she said hesitantly.Bucky went back into his and Sam’s room. “To think you said you were bad with kids.” “I- eavesdropper.” “More like an attentive listener.” “I just told her what she needed to hear.” “You made yourself vulnerable to make her feel less vulnerable.” “Sure, whatever.” Sam leant into Bucky for a kiss, glad to have him backing his plays. Always.After some time, Karli was seemingly getting the hang of this whole new life. She was saying more than a word per day, actually doing the work assigned to her, and finally she was speaking to some people around the compound. “Hey Karli, how’s the day?” Peter said, swinging round to the gym she was training at. “Yeah alright. How ‘about you spiderboy?” “Heyyyy it’s man.” “Sure, sure.’ “It was fine, too. Pretty easy to be honest.” “You’ve got to help me get this maths shit sorted.” “Wanna head to the lab?” “Gotta finish up two hours, almost done though.” “Haven’t you got a trainer?” “Yeah, used to. Prefer doing it alone, sparing with you and nat on occasion.” “Makes sense. Never liked the guy to be fair.” “See you in the lab in 20?” “Sure thing. Bring your books.” “Alright,” she said, and Peter began to leave. “Hey Peter.” “Yep?” “Thanks, really. For all of this.” “Course, your family now, aren't ya.” Karli just smiled. Then, once Peter had left, she let the few tears that were welling up fall.“Dinner’s in 10,” Sam said, entering the lab. “Fanks Sam.” “Yup.” “What do you think it is?” “One can only hope Loki cooked.” “Hmn. And that Doctor Banner didn’t.” Peter laughed then agreed. “We should go up and help with the set up,” Karli suggested. “Yeah sounds good. I’ll meet you up there, just gotta finish this blueprint” “See ya mate.” “See ya.”So, Karli was settling into her new life with her new people. It was scary. She wasn’t used to being cared for and looked after. If she drank too much one night, no one would care. If she smokes, no one gives a crap. If she never did her homework, it didn’t matter. Those things took some getting used to.“No, it is a big deal.” “It was a drunk night, come off of it Sam.” “Come off of it? What do you think this is?” “What? I’m legal in England, drunk all the time before.” “This ain’t before anymore. Plus, you are not legal in England, you’re seventeen.” “Yeah, I can get a drink at a pub with a parent's consent,” Karli muttered, fighting a meaningless battle. “Well you don’t have that consent.” “Good thing I don’t have a parent,” she rolled her eyes. “Come on kid! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a parent, you have a family. A family that cares a lot about you. They don’t want you to drink to be happy or smoke and get yourself cancer. How hard is that to understand?” “We ain’t a family.” “What are we then? Last time I check we qualify for a stupid, messed up, family.” “Just fuck off about it,” she said, trying to end the conversation. “Why? Why Karli? Because it’s so hard to imagine that we love you and value you in our lives.” “Yes! All that shit!” “Oh for fuck sake. Bucky, then Steve, fucking

Peter, you’re all the same.” “What are you on about?” “You don’t think you deserve it.” “I-i-” “You don’t think you are good enough for all this.” “Cause I’m not! I’m not like you guys, I’m not good. I’m not a hero.” “Why? Because you were a kid and you made some dumbass mistakes. Because you’re more a pessimist than an optimist. Last time I checked, that does not make you a bad person.” “Whatever.” “Not whatever Karli. You did and do want to help people, that makes you a hero.” “Not how I did it.” “Maybe not. But how you are doing and how you will do it. That does. And none of that shit matters anyway, you belong here, with us. In this family. And you, more than anyone, deserve it.” “Fine.” “Fine?” “Yes, alright. Thank you,” Karli said, finally smiling, “Don’t get all sappy on me.” “Wouldn’t dream of it, kid.” “I love ya.” “I love you, too,” he said, giving her a hug. “We done with this self-hate thing?” “Workin on it, alright?” “Alright.” So, Sam left with a smile and headed downstairs to get some actual work done.

Read and save it here on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34123603.

*Also this was posted many days late and it's deffo not a friday, sorry :)

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #sam x bucky #found family #avengers fanfic #avengers family #fluff

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dlwritings · 4 years ago

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 20 - Bonnie and Clyde

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 3,306

warnings - language, alcohol, fist fighting

additional notes at the end

(previous)

The next day, Alice and Christine met up for breakfast, as usual. Even though they were going to see each other in the evening at the party, they wanted to get breakfast anyway since they missed the week before. Plus, Alice wanted to prep Christine for meeting Dean, because even though she told Dean to be on his best behavior, it was Christine she was worried about.

"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times," Alice said, "Dean's really nice, so you have to be nice to him."

"I will, I will," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm just going to grill him on his intentions until he breaks."

"Christine," Alice whined.

"I'm joking, geez," Christine laughed. "I know he means a lot to you. I swear I'll play nice."

"And," Alice added, "don't talk about his job, okay? I'm pretty sure everyone who's there is going to be part of the family, but I don't want to take any chances. Plus, I don't even know if you're supposed to know about it."

"Well, you just eliminated my opening line," she said. "Hey Dean, you kill anyone lately?"

"Hilarious," Alice said.

"Does he have any cute workers?" she asked. "Any who are more around our age?"

"Mm, Jack probably won't be there," she said. "Kevin's kind of cute in like a nerdy-secretly-sexy way."

"I could be into that," she said.

"Is your only goal to get laid?" Alice asked.

Christine shrugged. "Not everyone has hot ass on tap."

After breakfast, Alice headed back home. She only had about an hour before she was going to go shopping with Hannah and Jess. She got a text from Jess that read, Making a Starbucks run. You want anything?

While she had just had coffee at breakfast with Christine, she couldn't turn down Starbucks. She told Jess what she wanted, thanked her, and in about a half hour, Jess texted that they had arrived. Christine headed down to the car, waving at the girls as soon as they could see her.

"Hey girlie," Jess said. "Your venti iced caramel macchiato."

"Thank you, thank you," she said, taking the drink. "So where are we shopping?"

"There's a designer dress shop about an hour away," Hannah explained. "You alright for a bit of a road trip?"

"Sure!" Alice said.

Their ride was filled with crowd pleasing classics -"Born in the USA", "Rocket Man", and the likes- and random chit chat about how everyone was doing. Jess didn't bring up the pregnancy -just as she said she wouldn't- but it was hard for Alice not to talk about it when it was the biggest event of her life at the present time.

When they got to the dress shop, Alice already saw dresses in the window that she liked. She was glad Dean offered to pay for whatever she got. Even though she didn't like him spending excessive amounts of money on her, she loved the idea of being able to dress up in something designer.

"How fancy is this event?" Alice asked, running her fingers over the fabric of the dresses. "Are we talking ball gowns?"

Jess chuckled. "Not that fancy. Maybe a-line? Trumpet? Column?"

"So floor length?" she clarified.

"You could do tea length," she said. "High-low."

"Got it," Alice said with a nod. "So lots of options."

"Exactly," Hannah said. "So let's get to it."

The shop may've been small, but it was chock full of dresses. They were there for at least an hour before they finally were all settled on what they were going to buy. Alice stood in front of the mirror in the dress and stared at her reflection. It was a high-low, asymmetrical dress with long sleeves and floral embroidery all across the torso and arms. She put her hands on her stomach and smoothed down the skirt.

"You look beautiful," Hannah said, her eyes meeting Alice's in the mirror. Jess was at the counter talking to the worker. Alice smiled.

"Thanks," she said. "Don't really feel like myself."

Hannah chuckled. "I didn't either the first time I got to dress like this."

"How long before you got used to it?" she asked.

"I'm still not sure I am," she said. Alice chuckled, then looked at her reflection again. "It suits you though," she added. Alice turned to face her.

"What does?" she asked.

"This life," Hannah said. "You take it all in stride. It's admirable. A lot of people can't handle it."

"How do you?" she asked. "Handle it, I mean."

While she loved talking to Jess, and she knew she once had experience as a mobster's wife, Hannah was in it then. Hannah thought for a moment. "It was hard for a while," she admitted, "mostly because of my job. I was already a councilwoman when I met Castiel. I felt like I was betraying everything I stood for if I was with him."

"But you don't feel that way anymore?"

Hannah shrugged. "I have lines I won't cross for him, and for the most part I just try to stay in the dark with what he does."

"And that works?" Alice asked.

Hannah nodded. "Yeah. We make it work. I decided that who Castiel is was more important to me than what he does for a living."

Alice nodded in understanding, then looked at her reflection one final time. "Yeah," she whispered. "I get that too."

Alice and Christine got ready for the party together at Alice's apartment. She told Dean she'd meet him there so that she could ride separately with Christine. Christine was going to the party dressed as a fortune teller. Her make-up and costume were both perfect and very much fit her aesthetic. Alice and Dean were going as Bonnie and Clyde, so Alice pretty much raided every thrift store in a 30 mile radius before she found all the right pieces.

Christine insisted on pregaming a bit before heading to the party, and Alice didn't care one way or another. She was posing as DD for the night, so she didn't need to come up with some bogus reason why she wasn't drinking. Christine was two jager shots in when she was finally ready to go. She was the perfect amount of tipsy to let go of her inhibitions for the start of the party.

When they got to Sam and Jess', it looked like everyone was already there from the amount of cars in the driveway. Alice was really excited. Halloween was a fun holiday, and any excuse to finally introduce Christine to Dean, she was game. She may've been nervous, but more than anything, she was ready. It was high time her boyfriend met her best friend.

Music was playing throughout the house when they walked inside, and Jess had really gone all out with decorations. "Alice!" She turned when she heard Jess' voice, then smiled as the girl jogged over to her. She was wearing black pants, a white button-up, a black bralette, and a jet-black, pixie cut wig. The trickle of fake blood on her nose made it clear that she was Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction. She could only assume Sam was somewhere dressed as Vincent.

"Hey," Alice said, accepting the hug Jess was offering her. "Jess, this is my best friend, Christine."

"It's great to meet you," Christine said. Jess smiled and pulled her in for a hug too.

"You too," she said. "Your costume is great."

"Thanks," Christine said.

"Well, come on in," she said. "Alice, Dean is in the kitchen."

"Duh," she said. "Wherever the drinks are, Dean's not too far away."

The three of them walked through the house, and Alice could see Dean had her back to her -she'd recognize that perky butt anywhere- and she smiled to herself. She snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. "There's no escaping now, Clyde," she said to him. Dean laughed and turned, holding Alice at arm's length.

"Well, don't you look beautiful, Bonnie," he said back. She stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss to his lips. When they parted, Alice turned and looked at Christine again.

"Christine, this is Dean," she said. "Dean, this is Christine." Dean stuck his hand out to her.

"It's great to meet you," he said. "Alice has told me a lot about you."

"Same here," Christine said, taking his hand and shaking it. When they both dropped their hands, Dean wrapped his arm around Alice's waist. She leaned into him, resting her hand on his stomach.

"Where're Cas and Hannah?" she asked. "And Sam?"

"They're all around here somewhere," Dean said. "Might be playing games in the other room."

"You've got games?" Alice asked Jess.

"Duh," she said. "Grab your drinks, and I'll show you."

They had beer pong going outside on the patio, some people playing cards in the kitchen, and they even had a karaoke machine set up. Bobby and Rufus were singing a very drunken rendition of "The Gambler."

It looked like everyone -save Jack- from Dean's family was there, plus some people that must've worked with Jess and Sam that she didn't recognize. When Alice talked to Claire and Jody, she introduced her to her other adopted daughter-

"Alex?" Christine said with wide eyes.

"Oh my god," Alex said with a laugh. "Hey!"

"You guys know each other?" Jody asked.

"We work at the hospital together," Christine explained. Alice was thrilled that Christine knew -and clearly got along with- someone at the party, because it relieved some of the tension she had, worrying that Christine wouldn't have a good time or would need Alice to babysit her the whole night. Then again, Christine could make fun anywhere. Even if she hadn't known anyone, she would've made a friend eventually.

When Christine met Kevin, things seemed to actually spark between the two of them. Alice didn't know if he was her mister right or her mister right now, but regardless, Christine seemed happy, and that was all she wanted for her friend that night.

The party was a blast. Dean was the master at beer pong, though Alice stopped being his partner when she realized all she did was bring him down. With Sam, the duo was unstoppable. While it was fun to watch them, she did get sick of standing by and being his cheerleader. She walked over to him and placed a kiss to his cheek before he started another round. "I'm gonna go sit and talk to Charlie for a while," she said. "I'll cheer you on from over there."

"Okay," Dean said, flashing her a smile. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled back and headed over to join Charlie and Dorothy on the couch. Dorothy was -ironically- dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Her great-great-grandfather was actually the author of the book. Charlie was dressed as, she assumed, the brainless scarecrow from the tale.

They talked for a while until Sam and Dean challenged Dorothy and Charlie to a round of beer pong. Alice rolled her eyes but waved them away with a laugh. She made her way to the kitchen to get herself another glass of water. Only one other person was in the kitchen, and she didn't recognize him. He was around Sam's age, and he was dressed in a basketball uniform. "Hey," he said with a smile. "You must be the Bonnie to Dean's Clyde."

"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "That'd be me. I'm Alice."

"Jaden," he said. They shook hands, and he picked up a cup. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Nah, I'm DD," she said. "I'm just grabbing some more water."

"Taking one for the team, yeah?" he said.

"Well, someone's gotta do it." He smiled, and she poured herself some more water. "You work with Sam and Jess?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said with a nod, pouring himself some of the punch that was in the bowl. "They're offering me a spot in their firm so I can get out of the biglaw."

"You gonna take it?" she asked.

"Probably," he said. "Pay won't be as good, but I am pretty sick of these corporate jagoffs." She laughed and leaned her back against the counter. "What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm a first grade teacher," she said. "I actually teach Sam and Jess' daughter."

"Lexi?" he said with a smile.

"Mhm," she hummed.

"She's a sweet kid," he replied.

"Yeah," she agreed. "She's great. Most of my kids are."

"Most?"

"Well," she laughed, "not every kid's an angel."

He laughed and nodded. "You got that right." She cocked her head to the side.

"You have any kids?" she asked.

"Not that I know of."

They both laughed, but Alice's was cut short when someone put their hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Dean. She could tell by the tenseness in his jaw that he was pissed. "Hey, Dean," she said, giving him a smile in an attempt to get him to relax. It didn't work. What was he so angry about?

"Why don't you go make some friends somewhere else?" Dean said to Jaden.

"Dean," she said, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"Can't you let your girlfriend speak for herself?" Jaden said, raising his eyebrows in slight amusement. "We were having nice conversations before you-"

"I'm only going to say this one more time," Dean said, his voice low. "Walk. Away."

"Dean," she said again, putting her hand on his arm and squeezing it. He ignored her.

"It's alright, Alice," Jaden said with a smile. "You don't have to act like you have a say in your relationship."

Without a beat, Dean punched Jaden in the jaw. "Dean!" Alice shouted. Dean ignored her as he shoved Jaden against the fridge. A few people who were standing around outside heard the commotion and ran into the house. Christine, Kevin, Bobby, and Jody were among them. Christine grabbed Alice's bicep and pulled her away from Dean as Bobby grabbed Dean and pulled him off of Jaden.

A lump grew in Alice's throat as she turned to look at Christine. "I want to leave," she whispered to her. Without question, Christine nodded and put her arm around Alice's waist, and the two of them pushed through the crowd of people and towards the front door.

"Alice, are you okay?" Christine said as they walked towards the car.

"I just want to leave," Alice said again. Christine nodded and hopped in the passenger side while Alice got behind the wheel. As she started the car, her phone started vibrating in her bra. She pulled it out and saw it was Dean, so she hung up and tossed it in the backseat. "Can we go to your house?" she asked.

"Yeah," Christine said. "Yeah, of course."

Most of the drive was quiet with the exception of Alice's phone vibrating continuously on the backseat. Alice could feel tears pooling in her eyes, but she refused to break. "Alice," Christine said. "Can you tell me what happened?" Alice scoffed as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"He can be so frustrating!" she said. "I was just talking to this guy, and Dean came over and lost it. He's so possessive! I don't understand why he's like that!"

"Did he hit you?" she asked.

"No," she replied quickly. "He would never."

"Then why are we going to my house?" she asked.

"I just don't want to see him," she said. "And I know that he'll come to my house to talk to me." Christine nodded, and the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

When Bobby pulled Dean off Jaden, Jody grabbed Jaden and took him into another room. Dean's chest was heaving, and his jaw was still clenched. "What the hell is the matter with you?" Bobby said, giving Dean's shoulders a shake.

That was the thing with Bobby. Dean may've been his boss, but he did help raise the kid, so he was allowed to put him in his place like that.

That didn't mean Dean liked it.

"Get the hell off me!" he shouted, pushing Bobby's chest. He looked past the man, and his shoulders dropped. "Where'd Alice go?"

"Where the hell do you think?" he snapped. "She left, ya idjit."

"And no one stopped her?" he said.

"She's a grown woman, Dean!" Bobby said. "She can do what she wants. It's about time you wake up and realize that before she leaves your ass."

Dean let out a frustrated breath and pushed past Bobby, then ran out to the front of the house. Alice's car was already gone. He called her phone, praying she would pick up. It only rang a few times before she sent him to voicemail. "Dammit!" he shouted. He figured she wouldn't pick up, but he still tried again. And again. And again. When she didn't pick up the final time, he let out a frustrated shout and threw the phone across the yard. He sat on the ground and put his elbows on his knees, hanging his head in frustration.

Fine. If she wasn't going to pick up the phone, he had a car. He'd go right to the source.

He got in his car and drove off to Alice's apartment. It took him about half the time considering how fast he was driving. He wanted to beat her there, and when he arrived, he didn't see her Jeep, so he knew he had. He figured he'd wait in the parking lot for her.

After thirty minutes, he knew she wasn't coming. His next best guess was that she was at Christine's house, but he had no idea where that was. He had plenty of connections that could get him the address -Donna and Jody had legal access to databases, and Charlie could hack them- but he knew none of them would get the information without probable cause, no matter how hard he pushed it. Damn his soldiers for having consciences, and damn himself for not being more of a hardass. Sometimes he wished he was more like Crowley.

Sometimes.

Dean rested his head on his steering wheel and sighed. Alright. How was he going to make this one better? Maybe he needed to give her time and space, like she had given him when he was mad about Lisa. She couldn't be mad at him forever, right?

Alice stared at herself in Christine's bathroom mirror as she brushed her hair. Her eyes were blank, and she wasn't really seeing her own reflection. Her hands moved on their own accord as she thought about what happened at the party.

"You don't have to act like you have a say in your relationship."

The anger in Dean's eyes when he punched Jaden had legitimately scared her. She knew Dean could be violent. Hell, practically his entire job revolved around murdering people. She was just sick of him hurting people in her name. How long until he lost control and hurt her too?

The knock at the bathroom door made Alice jump. "You okay in there?" Christine asked. Alice cleared her throat and put the hairbrush down, then opened the door causing Christine to step back.

"I'm fine," Alice told her with a tight smile. "Just tired."

"Do you want to talk-"

"I want to go to bed," she said firmly. Christine pressed her lips into a line and nodded.

"Okay," she whispered.

The girls shared Christine's queen bed, just as they had during every sleepover when they were kids, and Alice pulled the covers over her shoulders. "Goodnight, Alice," Christine whispered.

"Night, Chris," Alice mumbled back.

She turned on her side, facing away from Christine, and allowed some silent tears to fall as she drifted off to sleep.

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traphousebois · 5 years ago

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Sunshine and rainbows

Requested: Yes

Summary: You, Colby and the gang head out for a fun day but along the way you spot your abusive family.

Warnings: abuse, fighting, a couple curse words.

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“Babe, you ready to go?” Colby called to me from his bedroom. I was in the bathroom getting ready.

“Yeah, just give me one minute.” I replied back while grabbing my hairbrush and brushing through my hair one last time to make sure I got all the tangles out.

Today, Colby, I and the gang were hanging out for the day. We were planning on going to The Grove to just look around and do some shopping. I was excited. We haven’t hung out as a group in a long time since Colby and the boys just got back from London.

Once I was sure my hair was tangled free I put the brush back in it’s correct place and made my way towards the living room.

“Jeez,” Colby groaned as soon as I entered. “Took ya long enough.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh whatever,” I told him while coming up to him and standing in between his legs. “It takes a long time to look this good.”

He let out a loud laugh.

“You always look good baby,” He said while pressing his face into my stomach. “But we gotta leave or were gonna be late.”

“How can we be late when you literally live two apartments down from Sam?” I asked while running my hands through his brown hair.

“Whatever, let’s just go.”

And with that we were out the door and on our way to Sam’s apartment.

***

Upon arriving to Sam’s apartment everybody was already there.

“See, told ya.” Colby muttered to me as we made our way in.

I rolled my eyes.

“Nice of you two to finally show up!” Sam exclaimed from the couch.

“Yeah, we’ve been waiting for hourssssss.” Jake added in next to him.

Colby held his hands up in defense.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” He said. “Blame Y/N. She’s the one that took forever to get ready.”

“Hey, it takes a long time to look this good.” I said while flipping my hair over my shoulder.

Sam and Jake just rolled their eyes.

“Well you do always look good girly.” Katrina said while coming up from behind and wrapping her arms around my waist.

I let out a loud giggle and placed my hands over hers that sat on my stomach.

“Your the best.” I said.

Our moment was broken apart by Colby letting out a loud groan.

“Kat, please don’t steal my girlfriend from me.”

“Well then maybe you shouldn’t be so mean to her.”

At her statement Colby let out a loud gasp.

“I’m not mean to her!” He yelled.

I rolled my eyes.

“Sure your not babe.” I said with a smirk on my face.

“Ugh, whatever,” He said. “Let’s just go before this turns into a ‘let’s hurt Colby’s feelings party’ like it always does.”

***

My life wasn’t always like this. It wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. Most days were quite the opposite. Most days were filled with harsh storms and destructive winds.

Growing up, my parents and I never had the best relationship. They never once put their hands on me but there harsh words and dirty looks were enough. I was the ‘accident’ child as they liked to put it. They weren’t supposed to have me. You see, before me they gave birth to my older sister. They adored her. She was their most prized possession. When I came along I guessed it messed up my parents perfect plan, at least that’s what I was told. Before me they lived in a three bedroom house. Once they had me though they had to upgrade to a four bedroom house so that I would have a place to stay. They didn’t like that. You see, for all my life, my sister has gotten everything she ever wanted. She got the newest and greatest clothes, accessories and gadgets. What did I get? I got the hand me downs. I got the stuff she didn’t like. My sister always tried to help me. She was the only one in the family that actually gave a shit about me, which I’m forever grateful for. In many ways she is the reason why I haven’t given up yet. Her and Colby are. There my rocks, my ride or dies. They keep me sane, and without them I would be nothing.

***

Once we got the The Grove everybody immediately split up into two groups. The first group consisted of the guys and the second group was the girls.

“Alright, how about at like 5:30 p.m we all meet up back here and we can then decide on where we want to eat?” Sam asked the group.

We all agreed and with that we were off for a fun day of shopping ahead of us.

The first store that we stopped at was Forever 21.

“Does anyone have anything in mind that there looking for or are we all just shopping for fun?” Xepher asked the group taking a sip of her Starbucks drink.

“I’m just shopping for fun.” Devyn said while looking through a rack of sweatshirts.

“I’m probably gonna be shopping for fall since it’s coming up.” I said while letting my eyes do a quick scan around the store.

“Samee.” Tara said.

“Kinda just shopping. Although I probably won’t buy anything because I already have so many clothes.” Katrina said while laughing a bit.

“You're not wrong there.” I told her while nudging her shoulder.

“Alright well since some of us are shopping for fun, why don’t we split into groups so that way it will be easier if you actually want to get something?” Xepher suggested.

We all nodded and began to pair off into twos.

Tara and I were together while Devyn, Kat and Xepher were together.

After a little while of looking around Tara and I agreed that there wasn’t really any fall clothing here.

“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” Tara asked.

I nodded as we began to make our way towards the exit.

Once outside we both began to look around to see if we could spot any stores that might have some fall clothing.

“How about Zara? I was looking online and they had some really cute fall stuff. Maybe they have some in store?” Tara asked while looking at the store.

“Sure,” I said while taking a sip of my drink. “Sounds good.”

As we were making our way towards the store I spotted a familiar face. A face that I never wanted to see again. A face that haunts me in my dreams.

As soon as my eyes landed on the person they looked in my direction and our eyes met. Once they did I felt myself halt in my step. Terror flooded through my body, which in return made my hands begin to shake.

It felt like an eternity as I stood there looking at the person who destroyed my childhood. I wanted to look away but at the same time I couldn’t. I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I was never gonna have to see him again.

Our staring contest soon came to an end as Tara stepping in my line of vision. Blocking my view from him.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” She asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She said while placing her hand on my elbow to show that she cared.

I shook my head. She didn’t need to know.

“Everything’s fine,” I said with a slight smile. “Just thought I saw someone I knew that’s all.”

She squinted her eyes at me. I could tell she didn’t believe me but she didn’t push it.

“Alright,” She said while giving me a slight nod. “Let’s continue on then.”

Upon entering Zara I immediately felt so much better. I felt safer, knowing that I wasn’t out in the open where he could easily get to me.

“Are you fine with spitting up?” Tara asked. “When were done we can just meet up by the checkout?”

I nodded. I didn’t like shopping with people anyway. It gave me too much anxiety.

Tara gave me a quick smile before she began to make her way towards the other side of the store. I let out a small laugh and began to walk around. Shopping has always been a favorite of mine, even if I didn’t buy anything. I just like to look at all the pretty stuff. That and it gave me a distraction from my thoughts, like it was doing right now.

I was just about to reach out to touch a fuzzy sweater when a hand was placed on top of mine.

“I thought it was you.” The person said while wrapping their fingers around my wrist.

I let out a gasp and jerked my hand out of the person's grasp.

“W-what are you doing here?” I asked.

My dad just smirked at me.

“Just shopping around.”

“How did you get to L.A?”

At my question he let out a loud laugh.

“I’m here on a business trip if you must know,” he told me. “Your mother lost her job and since both you and your sister decided to get up and leave, I had to step in.” As he finished I noticed how his eyes grew dark.

He was angry. He was angry that we both had decided to leave them in search of a better life.

“Well maybe if you two weren’t such horrible parents we wouldn't have left.” Two could play at this game.

“It’s not my fault you were such a horrible daughter.”

I took a deep breath. I needed to get out of here. I needed to escape before things got ugly.

I shook my head in disbelief and started to make my way towards the door. Just as I was about to reach the handle his voice filled the air.

“I see how it is! Just run away like you always do!” He yelled. “Your a coward! Always have been and always will be!”

I slammed the door shut just as he shouted his last couple words at me. How could I have been a coward? How can he have the audacity to say that to me when we haven’t even seen each other in three years?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to calm down. Once I thought I was calm enough I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was still outside the store which was a good thing. At least I didn’t run off and get lost somewhere. I moved my purse to the side so I could grab my phone. I need to call Colby and tell him what had happened. Once I had my phone in my hands I unlocked it, went to my messages and pressed on Colby’s name. It ran a few times before he finally answered.

“Hello?”

“C-colby.” I said in to the speaker. My voice was shaky. The reality of the situation finally hitting me.

“What’s wrong babe? Are you okay?”

“I saw my dad.” I whispered.

“What?”

“I saw my dad.” I said a little louder this time.

“Did anything happen? Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head ‘no’ even though he couldn’t see me.

“No, but he spoke to me.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the front of Zara.”

“Alright, stay there. I’m coming,” he sternly said. “Are any of the other girls with you?”

“Tara was but she’s inside shopping. And I don’t really want to go back there because he could still be there.”

“Okay, how about once we hang up you call Tara and ask her to come outside and wait with you until I get there?”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, see you in like three minutes. Love you.”

“Love you too Colby.”

As soon as Colby hung up I dialed Tara.

“Hey, where are you?” She asked as soon as she picked up.

“I need you to come outside and wait with me until Colby gets here.”And before she could even ask any questions I hung up the phone.

Not even a second later Tara walked out of the store, a confused look was on her face.

“What happened? Is everything okay.”

I nodded. I didn’t feel like explaining to her what had happened.

“Are you sure? You look really freaked out.”

“I’m fine, I just need Colby.” I told her. I knew that if I didn’t respond she was gonna keep asking.

“Well, perfect timing then, cause here he comes.” Tara said while nodding her head to the left. And she was right. Colby was practically running towards us. His hair was everywhere and his bright blue eyes were glazed over with worry.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asked me once he reached me. “Are you hurt? What happened?” Questions were spitting out of his mouth like he was some kind of rapper.

I shook my head.

“I’m fine, I just need a hug.” I told him while holding my arms out.

He nodded and wrapped his muscular arms around me. I let out a sigh of content. This is just what I needed after what had happened.

Colby was the first to pull away. I could tell he was dying to know what exactly happened between my dad and I.

“Before you start, I just wanna say he didn’t hurt me at.”

Colby let out a sigh of relief. That was his worst fear.

“Alright, then what did he do?”

“He cornered me. I asked him what he was doing here and he said he was on a business trip. He tried to make me feel guilty for leaving him and mom.”

A flash of anger went through Colby’s eyes.

“What an asshole,” He growled. “Your not the one that should feel guilty he is! After all the shit your mom and him put you and your sister through!”

I nodded. I already knew all of this.

“I know, I kinda just wanna get some Taco Bell and call it a day even though we just got here.”

Colby’s eyes softened. He felt bad for me.

“I’m fine with whatever you wanna do Y/N.”

I nodded. This was one of the many reasons why Colby was such a great boyfriend.

“Can we watch some movies too?” I asked.

Colby chuckled and grabbed a hold of my hands.

“Of course we can.”

“Sounds like a plan then.”

And with that Colby sealed the deal with a well deserved kiss on my part. He was what made my life sunshine and rainbows. He was what made everything worth it.

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winchesterbrotherstan · 5 years ago

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Supernatural- The Benders (1.15)

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: Before the siblings can even dig into their new case, Sam goes missing. Dean and Olive set out to find him. While Dean puts himself at risk, Olive loses control more than once to save her brothers.

Warnings: cursing, guns, blood, crazy people, etc

Word Count: 5779

“I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already.” Mrs. McKay sighed. “I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true.”

“Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities.” Sam nodded, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…” Dean trailed off.

I turned to the young boy with a soft smile. “Okay, Evan. Now don’t worry about how crazy it sounds. You just tell us what you saw.”

“I was up late watching TV.” He shook his head. “When I heard this noise.”

“What did it sound like?” Sam asked, leaning in.

“It sounded like… like a monster.” He gave puppy eyes, and I glanced at Sam and Dean.

Dean looked back, eyebrows furrowed and a serious look on his face.

“Tell the officers what you were watching on TV.” Mrs. McKay shot her son a look.

Evan sighed. “Godzilla vs Mothra.”

Dean broke into a huge grin, and I felt my heart glow. Dean was great with kids, and it made me so happy to see him revert back to his real, child-like self around them.

“That’s my favorite Godzilla movie. It’s so much better than the original, huh?”

“Totally!” Evan grinned.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded toward Sam. “He likes the remake.”

“Yuck!”

Dean laughed as Sam glared at us and Evan giggled.

Sam shook his head. “Evan, did you see what this thing was?”

“No.” Evan shook his head. “But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins! I pulled him underneath the car.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“It took him away! I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound.” He looked worried.

Sam and I looked at each other, and Dean sighed.

“What did it sound like, Evan?”

“Like this… whining growl…” He shook his head. “I can’t make it.”

I shook my head, patting his shoulder. “It’s okay, Evan.”

“Thanks for your time.” Sam smiled as we stood.

***

“So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle.” Sam snorted before taking a sip of his beer.

A fake ID that Dean perfected at a CopyJack after six or seven tries, hair tied up, glasses, heeled boots, and makeup, and I was in at a bar. No drinking though, because god forbid a Winchester do something self-destructive. Sam had, thankfully, ordered me a girly drink that had no alcohol. I was more interested in watching Dean play darts. Jinx was at the motel room, where we had paid the manager extra to let her out every few hours. This case was going to take all of us and all of our attention. We were beginning to think getting a dog wasn’t the best idea.

“Well, they could be right.” Dean shrugged before throwing another dart. “It could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig.”

“Yeah, maybe not.” I sighed, flipping through Dad’s journal. “Except, Dad marked the area.” I lifted the journal and shook it.

Dean came over, taking the journal from me. “Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker.” He tilted his head. “Why would he even do that?”

“Well, he found lots of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night.” I pointed to the journal, taking a sip from my glorified orange juice. “Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too. This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the entire state.”

“That is weird.” Dean scrunched his nose up as he sat next to me.

“Yeah, it is.” Sam nodded.

“Don’t phantom attackers usually, like…” Dean shrugged. “I dunno, snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was snatched from a driveway.”

“Well, there are all kinds.” Sam shrugged.

“Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. Take people anytime, anywhere.”

“Look Dean, I dunno if this is our kind of gig either.” Sam shrugged again.

I sighed. “You guys might be right. Kid was cute, but he might’ve just watched too much TV.”

“Alright. We should ask around some more tomorrow.”

“Right.” Sam fished out his wallet. “I saw a motel about five miles back.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Let’s have another round.” Dean grinned.

I winced. “Uh. Sammy’s right. We should get an early start.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You, you two really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandmas?”

I chuckled as Sam shook his head with a smile. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. “Let’s roll out.”

“Roll out?” Dean laughed. “Alright, I’ll meet you outside, I gotta take a leak.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. I packed Dad’s journal up as Sam shut his laptop.

“Alright, come on, bug.” Sam slung an arm around me with a kiss to the top of my head.

We walked out through the people and into the cold. I shivered, pulling my coat further around me. There was a noise, and I looked around, tucking Dad’s journal under my arm. Sam pulled out a flashlight, and I took it as I bent down to look under the car.

There was a black cat, and it hissed at me. I giggled as I popped to my feet, handing the flashlight out to Sam.

“Sam?” I asked as I turned around.

He wasn’t there.

“Sammy?”

“Sam?” I tossed the journal onto Baby’s hood.

“Sam! Sammy! Sams!” I spun around, frantic. “Sammy! Sams!”

“Ollie?”

I spun around in a circle. Dean was coming toward the car, confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s gone.” I shrugged. “I dunno where he went. I looked under the car a-a-and it was a fucking cat, and I got up, a-a-a-and he’s just, just fucking gone!” I looked around, trying to find Sam.

“Olive, what?” Dean grabbed me by the shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s gone, Dean! What about that are you not fucking understanding?”

“Hey!” Dean shouted, catching my attention.

I let out a breath as I looked up at Dean, feeling my nose burn. “I lost him.”

“No, no no no no. Hey, no.” Dean grabbed me by the face as tears began to brew in my eyes and a terrible feeling bubbled in my stomach.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll find him. Promise.” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

Two people came around the corner, clearly drunk. I wiggled out of Dean’s grip and ran toward them.

“Hey! You guys been outside, maybe an hour or so?” I asked, feeling panic rise.

They only shook their heads, and Dean came after me, confused.

“Sam!”

“Sammy! Sams!” I screamed, running into the street.

Empty. Nothing, nobody. Dean ran into me, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking around.

“Sam.”

I sighed. “No. No…” I shuddered, realizing what had happened. “It took him. Evan was right. Something’s out here, De.” I began to pant. “It took him.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows with a sigh. “What?”

“It fucking took him, Dean! Whatever took Jenkins took Sammy. It took our Sam. We-we-we…” I struggled to breathe, feeling lightheaded.

My vision got spotty, and I felt weak, so weak.

“Sammy’s gone.” I whimpered. “We have to find him. We have to find him!”

I blinked, hard. Jinx would lose her mind if we came home without Sam. Dean grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Okay. Okay. So we work this like any other job.” Dean nodded, and my eyes widened so far they began to burn.

“Any … other… job?” I asked.

“Yes.” He nodded, sniffing and keeping himself composed.

I shook my head. “No. No.” I slid from his grip and fell to the floor, crying.

“Sammy!” I screamed, throwing my head back.

There was spit flying out of my mouth, and my head was throbbing, the ground under my knees was cold and wet and soaking through my jeans, and I was horrified.

“Olive. Olive. Hey! Listen to me.” Dean dropped to his knees and grabbed me by the face, forcing me to face him. “Sweetheart. Beanie. My girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl.” He pulled me into his front. “We will find him. I swear to you we will find him.”

I sighed into his chest, fists balling in his shirt. “You swear?” I looked up.

He nodded. “I swear.”

I sniffled. Dean wouldn’t lie. Not about that. Dean was our savior, and if he promised we would find Sam, then we would find Sam. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a breath.

“We’ll find him.”

***

“So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?” The deputy behind the desk asked.

“I’m working a missing persons.” Dean spoke from a place deep in his chest.

He was worried, but he would be damned if he let that show.

“I didn’t know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police.” She looked over me with a sympathetic gaze.

“Oh, no. No, there’s someone else.”

“Uh, he’s actually my brother. Him and my cousin here were hanging out a bar last night, down by the highway.” I blurted, hoping a play like this would work in our favor.

“Honey, how old are you?” She asked, leaning forward.

“I’m fifteen.”

She sighed. “And does your brother have a drinking problem, sweetie?”

“Sam?” Dean chuckled. “Two beers and he’s doing karaoke.” He joked. “No, no he wasn’t drunk. He was taken.”

She nodded. “Alright. What’s his name?”

“Winchester. Sam Winchester.” I cleared my throat.

“Like the rifle?” She chuckled, and Sam and I nodded.

“Like the rifle.”

She shook her head as she typed it into her computer, clicking something afterwards.

“Samuel William Winchester. You must be Olive Sam Winchester.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I looked a lot like him when I was born, so… Sam’s my middle name.” I huffed.

“So… Dean Winchester. The brother.” She looked up at me.

“Yeah.” I sniffed. “Died in St. Louis. Murder suspect. I know. So you understand that Sam is all I’ve got.”

Dean grabbed my shoulder and sighed. “Yeah, Dean. Black sheep of the family. Handsome though.”

“Uh-huh. Well, he’s not showing up in any current field reports.”

“Oh, actually, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway.”

“Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?”

“Right, yeah. I’m thinking that the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever.” Dean corrected himself.

“Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county department, but… let’s do this the right way.” She stood and grabbed a clipboard, handing it back to me. “Olive, why don’t you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight, over there?” She pointed to a seat in the corner.

I looked up at Dean, distressed. I let out a wheeze, panic rising again. Dean tucked my hair behind my ear and nodded toward the bench, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Officer, look, uh…” Dean looked over at me, then back at the deputy. “They’re family. I kinda look out for the kid. You’ve gotta let me come with you.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.” She shook her head.

Dean squared his shoulders. He was determined now. “Tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of them come back?”

She looked away, saddened.

“Sam and Olive are my responsibility. Sam’s coming back. I’m bringing him back. For that kid over there.” He pointed to me. “Because Sam’s all she’s got, and I’ll be damned if I do a piss poor job of bringing her brother back to her.”

I looked up from the clipboard to Dean with a frown on my face. He looked at me and forced a smile.

We’ll find him. I promise.

***

“Greg, Olive.”

I got up, turning around to see Kathleen coming out of the police building with a folder in her hand. “I think we’ve got something.”

I held my hand out, and she let me take the folder. I tore through it and splayed the papers out. Dean and I looked over them.

“These traffic cameras take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that Sam disappeared.”

Dean sighed. “This isn’t really what we’re looking for.”

“Wait no, D-” I cut myself short and elbowed Dean to get his attention instead. “Look at this.” I pointed to a rusty truck. “Right after you said Sam left. Look, it’s got plates.” I pointed, eyebrows furrowed.

“They look new. It’s probably stolen.”

“So, whoever’s driving that rust bucket must be involved.” Kathleen snorted.

A beat-up van drove by, the engine loud, a whine. I looked to Dean, eyes wide as I remembered what Evan had said.

“Hear that engine?” Dean asked her.

“Yeah.”

“Kinda a whining growl, right?” I asked.

“Sure.” She shrugged.

I looked back to Dean and blinked back tears. He chuckled, mumbling to himself with a shake of his head.

“I’ll be damned.”

***

“Okay, the next traffic camera is fifty miles from here, but the pickup didn’t pass that one, so…” Kathleen sighed, keeping her eyes on the road.

“So, it must’ve pulled off somewhere. I didn’t see any other roads here.” Dean shook his head.

“Well, a lot of these backwood properties have their own private roads.”

“Great.” I sighed, resting my cheek against the headrest of Dean’s seat.

Kathleen turned her attention to her computer before her face wrinkled up in concern.

“So, Gregory.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Yeah?” Dean turned to her.

“I ran your badge number. It’s routine when we’re working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and whatnot.”

Dean nodded, and she sniffled as she pulled over.

“And uh, they just got back to me. It says here your badge was stolen.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, confused.

“And there’s a picture of you.” She turned the computer to Dean, and it showed an African American man much older and much heavier than Dean.

“I lost some weight.” Dean chuckled. “And I uh, got that Michael Jackson skin disease.”

“Okay, would you step out of the car, please? This girl is a minor, but you-”

“Look, look, look.” I cut her off, and Dean looked at me over his shoulder, a sign to stop talking.

“If you wanna arrest me, that’s fine. I’ll cooperate, I swear. But first, please. Let me find Sam.”

“I don’t even know who you are! Or if this Sam person is actually missing.”

“He is! He’s my brother, and he’s missing! Please.” My nose burned as I put a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“Look into my eyes and tell me if I’m lying about this.” Dean stared at her and reached up to take my hand.

“Identity theft? You’re impersonating an officer!”

“Look, here’s the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. Like it’s my job to keep him safe. I’m just afraid that if we don’t find him, and fast.” Dean’s voice broke. “Please.”

“He’s our family.” I blinked back tears.

“I’m sorry. You’ve given me no choice. I have to take you in.” She sighed and glanced at her visor.

A picture of her and another man, her age, smiling. She sighed again.

“After we find Sam Winchester.”

I let out a breath of relief and let my head drop against Dean’s shoulder. He squeezed my hand with a sigh, taking a deep breath.

***

“Hey, uh…” Dean trailed off, looking between me and Kathleen.

“Look. We don’t mean to press our luck.” I got the words out for him.

“Your luck is so pressed.” She spoke before taking a sip from her coffee.

“Right.” Dean sighed.

“Why are you helping us out anyways? Why don’t you just… lock him up and call CPS for me?” I asked.

A pained look formed on Kathleen’s face and her shoulders dropped. “My brother, Riley… he disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam. We searched for him, but… nothing. I know what it’s like to feel responsible for someone, and for them to-” she shook her head. “Come on. Let’s just keep at it.”

Dean looked down at me. He was worried, a bit freaked out that he still had another sibling to lose. Scared of what was going to happen after. Frantic to find Sam. I met his eyes with a sigh. I held a hand out for him, and he took it with a sad smile.

“It’s gonna be okay.” I whispered. “Promise.”

***

“Wait, wait, wait!” Dean called, pointing. “Pull over there. Pull over.”

Kathleen pulled the car onto the side of the road, and Dean and I barreled out, into the edge of the forest.

“This is the first turn I’ve seen so far.”

“You two stay here, I’ll check it out.” Kathleen ordered as she came up behind us.

“No fucking way.” Dean scoffed.

“Hey.” Kathleen turned, hands on her hips. “You’re civilians. A kid. And a felon too, I think. I’m not taking you with me.”

“You are not going without me.”

Kathleen looked over to me and I shrugged with a sigh. “Michael here is a bit of a big, chest-puffed-out protector.”

Michael. Technically not Dean’s real name, but close enough. It would get his attention in a pinch, and it slipped past my lips way easier than a fake name would.

“Alright.” She shook her head. “You promise you won’t get involved? You’ll let me handle it? And Olive stays in the car.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Promise.”

“Wh-”

Dean shushed me, a hand to my shoulder, pushing me back behind him.

“Shake on it.” Kathleen held her hand out to him, and when Dean took it, Kathleen locked a pair of cuffs on his wrist.

“Oh, come on.”

“Wait, wait, Kathleen, please.” I went for her shoulder as she cuffed Dean to the car.

“Sorry, kid.” She grabbed me by the wrist and slammed a cuff onto me, linking me to my brother.

I tugged, and they cut into my skin like it was nothing. I cursed under my breath.

“This is ridiculous! Kathleen, I really think you’ll need our help.”

“I’ll manage. Thank you.” She smiled as she walked away.

“What the fuck do we do now?” I asked, tugging at our wrists.

My skin stung, and a stripe of blood fell down my hand. Dean tugged back.

“Stop it, you’re bleeding already.”

“Fucking hell.” I hissed, frustrated.

“Okay. Okay, we gotta start carrying paper clips. Or bobby pins!” He turned to me. “You’re a girl, do you have any bobby pins on you?”

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “No, Dean. I’m a Winchester. I do not have bobby pins on me. Sammy might though.” I sighed, dread edging up in my stomach. “Sammy.”

“Okay. Okay, the antenna.” Dean nodded to my end of the car. “Can you reach to unscrew it?”

He was calm, cool, and collected.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can try.” I nodded. “Move with me.”

He shuffled over, stuck to my side. I took two steps, letting my arm pull as I went for the antenna. I didn’t reach.

“Fuck.”

An engine roared. A whining growl.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Fuck.” I repeated, stretching again.

“Come on, Ol. You can get it. Come on.”

I stretched my fingers, knuckles burning.

The engine got closer, and I mumbled another curse as Dean began to get antsy, inching as far as he could so I would be able to get further.

Panic set in, and things went sideways.

Scared. Worried. Angry. Hungry for something, but not blood.

Go.

I took a breath and let my eyes flutter closed. Dean said something, but I didn’t hear him.

Safety. You have to. Go.

Dean again, but nothing but a murmur against the thumping of blood in my ears.

My skin began to burn. My jaw ached. Head burning, wrist bleeding. Teeth against teeth, teeth tearing at metal.

Head aching, throbbing. Dean saying something.

“Hey. Hey, Beautiful. Hey.” Dean called.

I wasn’t cuffed anymore. I blinked, back in reality.

“Baby?”

I blinked, harder this time. The engine screamed.

“Shit!”

I busted ass reaching for the antenna. I unscrewed it and ran to Dean, forcing the cuffs off.

“Ollie?”

I forced back a yawn.

Dean is safe. You can rest now.

No.

“Olive.” He grabbed me by the shoulders. “Beanie?”

“We gotta go.” I mumbled, feeling my words slur together.

Rest.

No.

“Olive. Okay, okay. Come on.” He grabbed me by the waist and squeezed. “Jump.”

I blinked, confused. “What?”

“Up.” He pleaded. “Please.”

The engine, again, closer than before.

“De?” I mumbled, eyelids growing heavy.

Rest.

“No.” I hissed, and Dean grabbed me by the hips this time, yanking me up and over his shoulder.

I was left hanging, tired and numb.

Rest.

“N-”

“It’s okay, baby. Go to sleep. I’ve got you.” He whispered.

Rest.

Okay.

***

“Sweetheart, wake up.”

“Huh?” I blinked, the light burning.

“We gotta go get Sammy.”

I blinked again, this time forcing my eyes open. Dean was kneeling above me, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek.

“Come on.”

I groaned as pushed myself to sit up. He grabbed me by the arms and helped me to my feet, catching me as I stumbled.

“Alright. Let’s go. I think he’s in there.” He nodded to a barn in front of us.

I groaned. “Creepy barn. Bad vibes.” I flicked a knife out of my boot, handing it to him.

“Stay behind me.” Dean whispered as he pushed the door open, knife up, level with his chest.

The light flooded in, and there was Sammy, in a cage. Hair matted, face dirty, eyes wide.

“Sammy?” I called, seeing his eyes light up. “Sammy! Bubs!” I ran to the cage, sticking my hands in between the bars.

He reached back, letting his face drop into my hands. “Hey, bug.” He smiled.

“You hurt?” Dean came up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“No.”

“Damn, it’s good to see you.” Dean let out a huff.

“How did you two get out of the cuffs?”

Dean turned at the sound of Kathleen’s voice, but I stayed focused on Sammy. He looked me over, eyes widening in concern.

“Cookie, what did you do?” He asked, grabbing the broken cuff and pulling my wrist up.

I sighed. “Uh… we got cuffed.”

He shook his head at me. “Ollie…” He trailed off. “Lemme see your teeth.” He moved to push my lip up. “How did you not chip them?”

I shrugged as he cupped my cheek. “Don’t remember.”

“Well, these locks look like they’re gonna be a bitch.”

“Yeah, there’s some kind of automatic control right there.” Sam stroked my cheek before taking his hand away and pointing to a panel on the wall.

“Have you seen it? What is it?” I asked.

“Yeah. They’re just people.”

“And they… jumped you?” I asked, blinking.

“Must be gettin’ a little rusty there, kiddo.” Dean scoffed as he began to try different buttons on the panel. “What do they want?”

“I don’t know.” Sam shook his head. “They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

I grabbed at Sam again, checking him over. He said he wasn’t hurt, but he had gone without a sound, and I found it hard to believe any normal person could move a six-two moose without hurting him.

“Well, that’s the point.” I sighed. “You know, with our… usual playmates… there’s rules. Patterns.”

“These people are just crazy.” Dean scowled, hitting the buttons once more.

“See anything else out there?” Sam asked me.

I shrugged. “I was out.”

“He, uh, has a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over.”

“So when they take someone, they take the car too?” I asked.

“Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?” Kathleen stood in her cage, hands gripping the bars.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I did.” Dean nodded, and Kathleen’s face dropped.

“Your brother’s?” I turned.

She nodded.

“I’m sorry.” The three of us spoke at the same time.

“Let’s get you guys out of here, then Sam and I can blast these bastards while Olive and Kathleen scram.” Dean sucked in air through his teeth. “Alright, this thing takes a key. Key?”

“Dunno.” Sam sighed.

“Alright. We better go find it.” Dean grabbed me by the shoulder, and I shook him off.

“I wanna stay with Sams.”

He sighed, and he and Sam shared a look.

“I can fend for myself.” I looked at Dean with puppy eyes, and he sighed again.

“It’s okay.” Sam nodded at him. “It’s okay. Go.”

Dean sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Be safe.” He whispered against my hair.

I nodded. “Always. Be careful. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Close to your cousin, huh?” Kathleen asked as I settled in front of Sam’s cage, my back to him and his hand in mine.

“He raised her.”

“He isn’t just any old felon, isn’t he?” She asked.

I began to squirm.

“I’m not gonna turn him in. You can tell me the truth.”

I looked at Sam over my shoulder, and he shook his head.

“Is he Dean Winchester? Your brother, the murder suspect?”

There were footsteps outside the door, and Sam’s hand went to my back, pushing me up. I scrambled to hide in the shadows as the door swung open and a hick walked in with a gun in his hand.

Sam.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked, getting to his feet as the man unlocked his cage.

Sam.

Sam stumbled backward as the man pulled the door open.

Sam.

I began to shake. My blood was boiling.

Sam.

My jaw cracked, and blood spilled from my mouth, down my front.

Sam!

The gun went up, and a growl tore through my throat. The man turned to me, and I closed my eyes as I let the rage take over.

A gunshot. Another growl, teeth and blood, a second gunshot, and screaming.

***

“Ollie!”

“Olive, come on.”

“Ollie, please. Please, baby girl.”

I forced my eyes open. Someone was grabbing my face, and someone else had me in their hold.

“Olive. Hey! Hey.”

“Hi, honey.”

“What happened?” I mumbled, realizing that Dean’s hand was on my forehead as I sat up.

“You… blacked out.” Sam whispered.

“Did I…” I trailed off, seeing blood spilled down my front and under my nails.

“You did what you had to.” Dean tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Where’s Kathleen?”

“Waiting at the car.”

I blinked. “I’m sorry.”

Sam sighed from behind me, and Dean stroked my face again.

“It’s okay.”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

They spoke at the same time, and my immediate reaction was to crawl out of Sam’s lap and bury myself into Dean’s open arms. His chin rested on my head and he sighed.

“Let’s go home.”

***

“I think the car’s at the police station.” Dean told Sam as we stood by Kathleen’s side.

She was on her walkie, talking to someone. She needed backup, she needed to clear this family of freaks out.

“So…” She turned to us. “State police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They’re gonna wanna talk to you. I suggest that you’re all long gone by then.”

“Thanks. Hey listen, I don’t mean to-”

“No.” I grabbed Dean by the hand to cut him off.

“Start walking.” Kathleen smiled at me. “Duck if you see a squad car.”

“Sounds good to me. Uh, thank you.” Sam smiled at her.

“Listen, uh… we’re…” I looked at Dean and then back at her with a sigh. “We’re sorry about your brother.”

“Thank you.” She began to tear up. “It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth, but… it isn’t really.” She shook her head as she cleared her throat. “Anyways. You guys should get going.”

***

“Never do that again.” Dean spoke.

“Do what?” Sam asked, looking up from the ground at him.

“Go missing like that.”

“Ah, you were worried about me.” Sam smiled.

Dean snorted. “All I’m saying is, you vanish like that again, I’m not looking for you.”

Sam giggled. “Sure, you won’t.”

“He won’t. But I will. A hundred percent, every single time.” I wrapped an arm around Sam’s waist, and he threw his over my shoulders.

“So, Dean. Care to tell Olive how you got sidelined by a thirteen year old girl?”

“Oh, shove it.” Dean scowled.

“Just saying… getting rusty there, kiddo.” Sam winked.

“Shut up.” Dean pushed through a chuckle.

***

“Olive…” Sam trails off.

He’s sitting in a chair by the edge of the bed. Olive squirms. She’s freshly showered, but she’s so nervous that her skin is boiling and she’s hot, so hot. She’s sitting with her big brother, her savior. They’re on the bed, criss-cross and facing Sam.

Jinx is curled up at the foot of the bed. She’s happy that her family is home.

Sam wants to talk about this. He needs to talk about it. His sister isn’t normal.

Dean thinks there’s nothing to talk about. Olive didn’t choose her identity, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone shame her for it.

Olive is horrified.

Her brother doesn’t love her anymore. How could he? She’s a monster.

Jinx can sense it. She whimpers, looking up at Sam.

“I’m sorry.” Olive whispers, voice low.

Dean wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”

“I killed someone.”

“Olive.” Sam crouches to be eye-level with her. “You did what you had to do.”

Olive’s eyes jump up. Did Sam just… tell her it was justified?

“He’s right, baby.” Dean squeezes her, grabbing her hand in his.

“But I… I’m a monster.” She’s shaking.

“No.” Dean whispers, and Sam sighs.

“Dean, she is. She’s something.”

“She is not a monster.” Dean all but growls at his younger brother.

His baby sister may be a mix of something inhuman with a Winchester, but she is not a monster. He didn’t raise a monster. His little girl is just that. A girl.

“He’s right, Deano.” Olive looks up, stuck to her brother.

Dean shakes his head. “Okami.”

Olive recoils, and Sam’s world begins to spin. He gets up so fast that his chair goes flying to the ground. Olive flinches as she sits on the other bed. Far away from her brothers, far away from anyone she could hurt.

Jinx follows with a whimper, and Olive lets the small pup crawl into her lap. Olive begins to cry, and Jinx mimics the sound.

Sam tears through his father's journal.

Okami.

Monsters originating in Japan. They hunt and feed on humans. They develop a type.

Olive’s stomach heaves.

She knows her type.

Anything that threatens her family.

Sam looks at his sister.

She’s a kid. How could she be this? This horrible, flesh-eating monster?

Dean's eyes shut. He pinches the bridge of his nose. His baby, the one he vowed to protect, the one he raised from birth. His kid.

“She’s only a third.”

“What?” Sam turns, confused.

“Does that mean… you guys aren’t really my brothers?” Olive looks up from her lap, eyes wide.

“No. No, that’s not what it means.” Dean gets up, moving to sit in front of her.

She shuffles backwards, and Dean reaches his hands out. Jinx lets out a high pitched whine.

“You won’t hurt me.” He places a hand on her knee. “I promise.”

She shakes her head. She always knew something was wrong with her. But an Okami? She briefly wishes she had never been born.

“How?” Sam inches closer, the journal tossed aside.

He knows his sister, can see the fear in her eyes and the terror in her posture. That’s his kid sister. She’s his flesh and blood. In that moment, he makes his choice. He’ll do what he needs to in order to protect her, whether she’s human or not.

“Your mother.” Dean starts, then clears his throat. “Your mom, she was half Okami. She had fangs, too.” He looks at his baby, sees the fear behind her face. “She didn’t hurt anyone. She never did. Your mom was a good woman.”

“Then why did she give me up?” Olive’s voice is weak.

She loves her brothers, but she has wondered what life would be like with her mother in the picture.

Dean shakes his head. “I don’t know, baby girl. I don’t know why she gave you up.”

“Why am I a monster?” Olive breaks into a sob, hands going into her hair.

Sam sits next to her, grabs her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. She curls up, sobs into his chest. Jinx whimpers, scratching at Sam’s side.

“You aren’t a monster, kiddo.” Sam whispers into her hair. “You’re a Winchester.”

Dean leans against the wall, shoulder to shoulder with his little brother.

“It’s why when we’re in danger, it takes over.” Dean reaches for her hand.

She hesitates before taking it. “Is that why I tried to kill Sue Ann?”

He nods. “Yes. It’s why when you’re angry, you’re so invincible. Why when you’re in fight-or-flight, not much can hurt you. It’s why you heal so much faster than us.”

Her lip quivers, and her brothers crowd her.

“You’ll learn to control it. We can help you.” Dean squeezes her hand.

“Bug. Everything’s gonna be okay. We love you.”

She looks up at Sam. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing to say sorry for. I love you.”

She buries her head into him. “I love you too.”

She squeezes Dean’s hand, and the eldest Winchester feels a wave of relief wash over him. He squeezes back.

“I love you guys.” Olive whispers.

Dean and Sam share a look. This is their baby sister. They have to protect her, no matter the cost. Dean presses a kiss to her hand.

“We love you too.”

“Thank you.”

Sam and Dean share a look.

“For what, bug?”

She looks up again, this time right at Dean. Brown bores into green, and tears blur his vision. This is his kid. And she’s scared of herself. He can’t stand it.

“For always protecting me.”

Dean chuckles, a single tear sliding down the curve of his nose. He winks at her.

“Wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

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#8 Boy-Crazy Stacey: Chapter 4

In this chapter, Stacey meets the grown man lifeguard of her dreams.

We start with another postcard, and this is a normal one from Stacey to Claudia, not one of the SRS BZNS ones that Kristy's expecting. She doesn't really say anything interesting, but does mention she's found the 30-year-old man boy of her dreams in the form of the Dreamboat Lifeguard pictured on the cover. Guess Sam's a distant memory now.

Mr. Pike drives down the main drag, and Stacey laughs at all the fake palm trees outside the shops. Dawn would find those offensive, somehow. He ends up at the realtor's office and returns with the keys to the house and some brochures and a souvenir beach ball. Of course, the kids fight over the beach ball until Stacey grabs it and sits on it to shut them up. There's a dirty joke in there. Something about Stacey having experience with handling rubber.

Nicky claims the ball again because Stacey says "It's either everybody's or nobody's" and he decides since it can't be everybody's, it's nobody's and he can claim it and I want to smack him in the head with the action figure he was playing with. FINALLY, they get to the beach house. The kids climb out of the car, Stacey remarks how wonderful the air smells (she can detect cute boys from miles away), and Vanessa has to torture us with some more poetry. “We're back, we're here, we've come once more, to our gingerbread house by the white seashore!” At least that one was better than some of her other ones. Byron agrees with me.

Stacey says the house does look like a gingerbread house, and looks over at Mary Anne, who's gazing at the house dreamily. Surprisingly, she isn't crying. Damn, Mary Anne, you're losing your touch! That's your sole personality trait, so weep it up! The house is also on the beach, and has three floors. How are the Pikes affording this again?

Mallory tells Stacey how she goes up to the third floor and sits on the window seat and sticks pins in her family voodoo dolls to watch the ocean when it rains, and Stacey shivers and says it sounds romantic. Which is the only time you will ever hear "Mallory" and "romantic" in the same breath. They all go inside, where Mrs. Pike is "directing traffic" (probably because she's going to make Mallory do all the grunt work again) and assigning everyone to their rooms. So, by this count, there's five bedrooms. When Mallory shows Stacey and Mary Anne to their room, she tells them if they don't like it, they can trade with someone or choose a new one. So a beach house on the beach, with three floors and five+ bedrooms. Even if they're just renting, wow. The Pikes must be up there with Watson the Millionaire and the McGills too.

One of the other BSC blogs (either Claudia’s Room or BSC Revisited) mentioned this, and I have to agree. You'd think if there's so many rooms, they'd let the kids spread out, and get to experience having their own room for a couple of weeks or something. I guess they didn't think of that. Blame Mallory.

Stacey and Mary Anne's room has yellow flowered wallpaper and Stacey says it's ok, but too old-fashioned for her. Which means, of course, Mary Anne loves it. They unpack, and then they make lunch for the kids, while the Pike parents screw organize the house and unpack more stuff. After lunch, when asked what to do, everyone's got a different answer. The only answer that's given an explanation is Byron's; he wants to go to Ice Cream Palace, and Stacey says he loves to eat. We've already established that Byron's the ~emotional~ and ~sensitive~ one of the triplets. So are they implying he eats his feelings?

And more annoying poetry from Vanessa: “Look for shells, look for shells, washed to the shore by ocean swells!” And that's the last of the "suggest something to fit their personality trait" suggestions, because Mallory doesn't ask to go shopping for dibblicious sparkly sweatshirts, and Margo doesn't want to hang her head over the boardwalk railing and puke.

Mary Anne says they can do everything, and she has the Pikes lead her and Stacey on a tour of the town. But, of course, it takes forever because everyone has to stop and do something. They pass the usual Sea City haunts - Trampoline Land, Burger Garden (or Gurber Garden, if you're Claire). Then Byron has to stop at Ice Cream Palace to see if the prices went up and if they still have bing cherry vanilla, and Mallory and Vanessa have to look in every souvenir shop and squee over things. If this is anything like Ocean City, let's hope they don't end up in one of the adult gift shops, or else Mallory will be exclaiming how dibble the boob-shaped gummy candy is.

What do you know, their next stop is Candy Heaven. Of course, Byron discovers fifty cents in his pocket and starts buying up. Geez, I wish I had a Candy Heaven nearby, if candy there is that cheap! The other kids start whining for candy, so Stacey and Mary Anne pool together enough money to buy everyone a jawbreaker (hopefully one of those big ones that look like small boulders, not one of the dinky little ones) and Mary Anne buys herself a tiny chocolate teddy bear. Oh yeah, you guys can only afford to buy everyone a jawbreaker, but there's money left over so you can get yourself a chocolate teddy bear? Where's your sensitivity, Mary Anne? And it goes without saying that Stacey can't have any candy.

They get back to the house and decide to hang out on the beach. The kids beg to go in the water, but since it's after 5 p.m., they can't. And since that's the Pike family's only rule, they really should adhere to it. Even Vanessa's plea of, “Please, please, please? Just to our knees?” falls on deaf ears. I wonder if the triplets are plotting to bury her in the sand at high tide. Nicky pouts that Mary Anne's suggestions of building sand castles and looking for shells are too girly, so he runs inside to get a paddle ball set.

The babysitters sit down on the beach and Stacey looks around at the other people there. Being Stacey, her eyes wander right over to the lifeguards, in particular the one with wavy, blonde hair. As the blonde one leaned over to fold his towel, the sun caught his hair, making it gleam. Um, ok.

So this hunkalicious lifeguard sees Stacey is staring at him, so he smiles and gives her a little wink. He goes back to folding his towel and Stacey says, "I let out my breath in a shaky gasp."

WHOA! Apparently the sight of this dreamboat lifeguard made Stacey break out into a spontaneous orgasm on the beach. Racy! Stacey tells Mary Anne she's in love and Mary Anne looks at her like she's nuts. I think we all can tell where this is heading.

#babysitters club #boy-crazy stacey #stacey mcgill #bsc #snark

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J A C K ♡ P A N

G E O M E T R I C S

↬ Full name ↫

Jack Darling Pan

↬ Nickname ↫

She hates being called Jackie but otherwise she gets Pan sometimes.

↬ Birthday ↫

June 3rd

↬ Birthplace ↫

Neverland

↬ Zodiac ↫

Gemini

↬ Height ↫

5′4

↬ Orientation ↫

Pansexual

↬ Social Class ↫

Middle Class

↬ Wealth ↫

Their parents don’t focus much on money and material things so neither has Jack. She’s always been comfortable.

A P P E A R A N C E

↬ Tattoos ↫

She has a bunch of little tattoos. A flower with stem on the inside of her arm, an arrow behind her ear, a constellation on her wrist, a couple drawn stars on the inside of her fingers. She plans on getting more.

↬ Piercing ↫

Jack has three ear piercings on each ear.

↬ Outfits ↫

She loves to experiment and wear whatever her mood is that day. There’s a lot of color but nothing that really fits the social norm of what is trendy, she goes with what she likes. Whether that’s a girly gingham dress with sneakers or chunky boots with a button down another, you never know what to expect from her but somehow it always works.

↬ Accessories ↫

Jack actually does need glasses thanks to the Darling side of the family but only wears them on occasion..again depending on her mood and outfit.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

↬ Normal mood ↫

She’s bubbly and quirky most of the time. Jack is someone who is typically happy and trying to just have fun.

↬ Temper ↫

She can be immature and pick fights when she shouldn’t so she can have a temper when she gets fired up.

↬ Discipline ↫

Oh she doesn’t know the definition of discipline. She struggles with being patient and following the rules

↬ Strengths ↫

Jack is confident and strong but her immaturity tends to make people underestimate her. She doesn’t really care enough to fight physically with someone but will try and hold her ground in another other fight. Although, it doesn’t usually end well for her and she usually puts her foot in her mouth.

↬ Weaknesses ↫

Her carefree attitude can be her weakness since people assume she doesn’t care. And lately Mr Henrizzle has become a bit of a weakness since she L words him.

↬ Drive/dreams ↫

Yeeeaaahhh....this is her struggle. She can’t commit to something to dream about it. She wants to explore and experience everything imaginable. (True flakey gemini just sayin)

↬ Fears ↫

Not much scares her. If anything the only thing that scares her is growing up.

↬ Likes ↫

Flying, exploring, Henry, wine, ice cream, Henry, pixie dust, swimming

↬ Dislikes ↫

Pirates, responsibility, driving

↬ Soft spot ↫

Henry :) And actually Jacob. She wouldn’t let anyone hurt him.

↬ Depression ↫

It’s very hard to get her depressed - she can’t even remember a time.

↬ Inspiration ↫

Her parent’s story and Auradon in general. It’s a small part of the world but there’s so much to see and do.

↬ Role model ↫

Her dad but her mom too. She loves them and their relationship, she’s always looked up to them.

↬ Mental disorder ↫

She’s crazy but nothing that crazy.

↬ Habits ↫

She picks at her split ends when she’s bored.

R A T I N G S

(5 Stars means very high strength, 1 star means very low strength aka weak)

↬ Psychological strength ↫

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ - At least she thinks so. She’s very cocky.

↬ Physical strength ↫

⭑⭑⭑⭑ - Okay listen she’s not that strong but don’t let her hear you say that. SHE THINKS SHE IS OKAY.

↬ Leadership ↫

⭑⭑⭑⭑ - Jack was always in charge of all the kids who lived on Neverland. Is she great at it? No. Think about that bossy little girl who tells you what to name your dolls and how to play with them. But she doesn’t really care to lead but she can if she needs to.

↬ Wisdom ↫

⭑ - I'm just gonna go with no. Homegirl does not think before she acts. I’m sorry.

↬ Intelligence ↫

⭑⭑⭑ - It’s the classic case of ‘if she applied herself’ but she doesn’t. Jack actually knows a lot and picks up street smarts but she just doesn’t care enough to do anything in school.

↬ Confidence ↫

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ - She’s got confidence up the wazoo.

↬ Endurance ↫

⭑⭑⭑⭑ - Jack doesn’t have a lot of hardships but she actually thrives on change and can adapt quickly. She loves it since she gets bored easily.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

↬ Father ↫

Peter, one of her favorite people in the world. He’s funny and has the best stories. Jack has always been close with him.

↬ Mother ↫

Wendy who is a little bit harder on her to do well in school and grow up a little bit. She looks up to her mom and wants to make her proud but the desire to have fun and be a dummy is stronger right now.

↬ Siblings ↫

Oh Jacob...she loves her little brother but he can be such a wet blanket. She wants him to loosen up and have fun but when he doesn’t she gives up and moves onto to something or someone else.

↬ Other relatives ↫

No it’s only the four of them. They don’t really see their uncles or cousins that often since they are in another area of Auradon.

↬ Enemies ↫

Carson but not really, Jack just thinks she wants Henry so that makes her MAD

↬ Rivals ↫

Same as above ya know

↬ Friends ↫

Henry, Sam, Mei, to everyone’s dismay Cora.

↬ Best friend ↫

Cora was always her best friend since becoming her roommate in Auradon Prep but truthfully they’ve grown apart. Jack loves magic and Cora is a scared little bitch. So Henry has become her best friend.

↬ Love interest ↫

Henry :)

↬ Marital status ↫

She be dating that hot, sometimes too serious VK boy

↬ Children ↫

Someday - Celeste & Sawyer

↬ Pets ↫

Not yet - she wants a dog when she moves away from Cora bc that girl has a lizard of sorts and it would eat it.

P A S T - T I M E

↬ Hobbies ↫

Flying, going to parties, exploring & finding treasures, practicing self care

↬ Talents ↫

Uh..truthfully not much. She’s good at talking herself into trouble?

↬ Sports ↫

Nah

↬ Classes ↫

She says she’s undeclared but she’s actually picked a communications major to appease her mother. Jack thinks it’s easy and broad enough that she could get any job whenever she does graduate.

↬ Occupation ↫

No job - she’s too busy flying around and being cute. Truthfully i think once she gets her act together will go into some kind of creative job with either fashion or maybe even home interiors. It’s a good way for her to express herself and still be creative.

H O M E L I F E

↬ Location ↫

She lives in an apartment building with Cora in Auradon City

↬ House size ↫

It’s a fair size for two people. Cora pays more bc she’s a princess and asked for the bigger room.

↬ House type ↫

Jack has mostly decorated it - it’s a very fun and cute apartment. She had a lot of fun actually.

↬ Level of luxury ↫

It’s modest but newly renovated.

↬ Outdoor description ↫

It’s an apartment but the roof top is nice that they can utilize. Jack flies off of it a lot.

↬ Indoor description ↫

Jack decorated it similar to her style of clothes. Colorful and fun but random sometimes. She throws in random things she’s found around Auradon in her exploring. Cora keeps it neat and clean for them though.

↬ Bedroom description ↫

It’s colorful but cozy. A lot of throw pillows and art on the walls.

L I F E S T O R Y

↬ Age 0-12 ↫

Jack’s world was mostly just Neverland and any adventures her dad would take them on. Their family and the community in their neighborhood was a great way to grow up. She learned a lot about pixies and faeries during this time. Even though Jack knew her dad and Jacob fought a lot, she didn’t think much of it and thought it was just a game they played.

↬ Age 13-18 ↫

Jack finally got to play with pixie dust on her own. She started to travel all over Auradon without the knowledge of her parents. Peter never seemed to care where as Wendy was always worried about her.

↬ Age 19-25 ↫

Living in Auradon City full time has been fun for her. She loves meeting new people and especially when the VKs really started to come over from the Isle. Eventually she started to see Henry and it slowly and slowly became more serious. Babies probs gonna move in together next - GOOD LUCK HENRY that’s all I gotta say.

↬ Darkest secret ↫

Jack lost her virginity to Kit

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