#the way buggys babys hair looks like a little cupcake

[arya-eats-chips]

I’d pick the green one.

I started playing Dream Daddy for the first time. Guys, who should I choose??? Everyone is so hot???

Maybe I'll chose the one with a kid 🥰opx

[soft-mafia]

Cupcake [Buggy x Reader]

warning: oc insert, fem reader, dom Buggy, Buggy detaching his parts(just his hand), porn without plot, literally just porn, I’m being self indulgent, grinding, Buggy calling himself daddy

a/n: So I guess I’m becoming a clown fucker blog :( this is actually really rusty. I haven’t written in a LONG time so please forgive me for how bad this is😭I’m just feeling really self indulgent right now. Also he might be a little out of character to some? I’ve watched the live action but I’m also trying to watch the anime too(which is over 1000 episodes😭) I’m trying my best to get his character down and the idea was to kind of mix both the live action and the anime version of Buggy together in this fic? Because I think both iterations are HOTTT. Although I don’t think it’s executed well. This is also my first Buggy fic so please bare with me, I’m sure I’ll get better as I go on lmao. Don’t worry, I’m not forgetting about Hisoka— I’m just adding one more clown to my collection.

Buggy’s floating hand gripped Y/n’s hand tightly and held it against the bedsheets, it was a mix of both a comforting hold and one of firm dominance. His other hand, attached to his body was holding onto one of her legs, holding it in the air while the other one was on the bed. The sharp movements of his pelvis thrusting back and forth created loud slapping sounds as his skin hit hers.

“You better take it.” Buggy laughed gruffly through loud grunts and groans as he thrusted firmly into her, his gloved hand gripped hers as the bed creaked beneath them. Y/n trembled and whimpered, moaning as she watched Buggy’s girthy cock slide in and out of her pussy. His long blue hair was out of its usual pony tails and draped down his impressively built body.

He bore his teeth, the grip he had on her leg tightened as he sped his pace. “Fuck that’s good.” He grunted under his breath. He leaned forward, attaching his hand back onto his wrist as he now towered over Y/n, his long blue hair acted kind of like curtains framing Y/n’s face as it fell off of his shoulders.

The blue haired clown took Y/n’s leg and let it wrap around his torso before moving his hand to grab her waist, he squeezed it firmly as he plowed into her, firmer and faster. His grunts and her groans got louder. “S-Slow down..!” Y/n moaned; tears of pleasure completely clouded her vision, the overwhelming sensation of arousal was too much to handle; the way Buggy was ruthlessly thrusting into her, manhandling her— paired with his low rhythmic grunts and groans, she was so close.

“Cmon baby I know you can take it.” Buggy just laughed, “Such a sweetie, you’re doing just fine, look at you.” He spoke against gritted teeth while grinning, he let go of Y/n’s hand to put it on the other side of her waist.

He could feel how wet she was on his dick, it was driving him crazy. Buggy had incredible luck— it was crazy how fortunate he was in life, having a girl like Y/n was just the cherry on top of all of his fortune, because every pirate warlord needed a cute girl on their arm right? Why was Buggy so lucky? He had no idea, he wasn’t going to question it either, he was going to take advantage of everything life had to offer for him.

“Ghhh!” Buggy grunted, his brow furrowed tightly as he screwed his eyes shut, his hands slid their way up Y/n’s waist so they could grab at her bare breasts, squeezing them between his fingers. Y/n arched her back at the action with a loud, strained moan, pushing her breasts further into his grip. Buggy was so close, that twitching feeling in his abdomen— it was orgasmic, it made him sweat. He growled softly while exhaling.

“I’m so close.” Y/n whispered, her arms were wrapped around his neck, his mouth was pressed up against her forehead. He was getting a bit of saliva on her, and his stubble brushed against her face which was a bit uncomfortable but neither of them cared about that right now. Buggy could feel Y/n tremble and that alone brought him closer as well. “I’m gonna bust all inside you.” Buggy snickered, inhaling and exhaling before thrusting deep into Y/n; Buggy came inside of her, his warm sperm painting her inner walls. Y/n moaned deeply as she felt his cum fill her up. “Buggy!!” She moaned.

Buggy groaned and leaned back up, holding both of Y/n’s legs up beside his torso now as he looked down at her, sitting on his knees on the bed. He was still inside, his cum leaked out of her and around his dick. “Damn that was good.” Buggy snickered hoarsely, grinning while breathing heavily, coming off of his high.

Buggy rubbed up and down Y/n’s legs. “You didn’t let me cum.. again.” She groaned. “Ok, ok. Yeah I know.” Buggy groaned, pushing his long hair behind his shoulder and letting it fall down his back, “Don’t bitch at me about it you know daddy always take care of you.” He laughed softly before pulling out and leaning back, sitting against the headboard before pulling Y/n onto his lap, dragging her by her ankles.

“Hey!” Y/n squeaked as she sat up. Buggy patted her on the ass, smacking her a bit as his cock laid between her thighs, resting up against her belly. “Grind on me, cupcake.” Buggy said with a grin, he leaned his arms back and rested them on the top of the headboard as Y/n began to rub her pussy on his length, her hips trembled as her wet clit rubbed his cock. Buggy groaned, his thigh muscles clenched slightly at the sensation, he held her hip with one hand, rubbing up and down her waist and thigh, then moving his hand back to squeeze her ass, grinning when it made her whimper. His other hand popped off and floated down to rub at her clit, helping her bring her to her climax.

“Come on baby, come on..” Buggy groaned, watching her pussy rub on his cock just did things to him, his chest rose up and down as he breathed out. Buggy’s cum was still dripping out of Y/n’s pussy as he rubbed her clit with his fingers and cock, her pussy clenched, she felt so close- so close.

Y/n groaned and whimpered, leaning forward, resting against Buggy’s chest as she came, finally, her whole body was twitching. Buggy immediately wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly with a big grin on his face. “That was great.” He laughed.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, his slightly musty scent invaded her nose; it wasn’t unpleasant though, it was kind of attractive and made her snuggle into him more. Buggy’s embrace tightened; he loved holding her body against his, it felt so good, he closed his eyes before inhaling and exhaling.

It was getting late, and Buggy had planned to stop somewhere the next day. Considering Y/n had already fallen asleep, he succumbed to his own slumber as well.

-time skip-

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!” Buggy growled as one of his crew members suddenly opened the door— greeted to a half naked Y/n, and Buggy who was in the middle of putting on his boxers. The crew member was rightfully flustered, covering his face and turning his body away “I’m so sorry Captain Buggy!! I should’ve knocked!!”

“I have a lady in here dammit!!!” Buggy growled, signaling towards Y/n who had actually fallen back asleep, sprawled out on the bed, still only wearing her bra and panties.

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: Soft NC-17

Warning: Dirty talk, edging, mentions oral, some meanness, calling Buggy dumb (lovingly). Buggy whines. Neither of them really know what they're doing but they're trying. Nothing graphic, but not quite an R rating but not a hard NC-17. Communication!!!!

A/N: I feel like I'm neglecting these two but like, it's hard because I want to do more posts on them like I do for Sunny and Buggy, but some of it could be spoilerish? I don't really know in a way. I love these two.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 11

Buggy really didn't like the thought of hurting you or you getting hurt in general. A few weeks after saying the I love yous to each other, you tripped while carrying a basket of laundry in front of him and stumbled, but the speed at which his hands flew off to catch you, one would think you had a priceless vase that you were going to drop. The basket held his dirty laundry, that was it.

Another time you had the water too hot in the kitchen sink and yelped in surprise from it, and Buggy was there in a flash checking on you, making sure you were okay. Your hand was a little pink from the hot water but you were just fine.

And then he accidentally pulled your hair when you had him on the bed, pants open and cock out as you sucked him off. You had flinched when he did it, he tried to pull back but you had to grab his hand to keep it in place.

“Wait, Cupcake, baby-”

You pulled off and looked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “What?”

“Fuck, you look hot.” He mumbled as he stared down at you, taking in how flushed your cheeks were, your lips wet from spit and cum, and he had to fight the urge to have you continue before tucking himself back into his pants. “Uh, you good down there?”

“Um, yea? You good up there?” You asked with a frown. “Why'd you want me to stop?”

He leaned back on the bed, bracing himself on his hands as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just checkin’ in. You uh, you looked uncomfortable, so…”

You rested your cheek against his knee as you looked up at him, putting your hand on his thigh as you slid it up and down slowly. “I'm fine, babe, really. The hair pulling was a bit of a surprise, that's all.”

“I didn't mean-”

“I know, Buggy.” You assured him with a sigh. “You really don't need to worry, babe. I trust you.” You sat up a little straighter, staying between his legs as you leaned forward. “Besides, a little hair pulling doesn't bother me. I kinda enjoy it.” You looked away from him for a moment, considering your next few words, before looking back up at him, biting down gently on your bottom lip before continuing, “I… also like the way you talk to me sometimes, y’know, and how you react when we get caught. You get a little rougher, I like that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He insisted, looking uncertain by what you were saying. “Don’t even ask me that.”

“I’m not asking you to hurt me, babe. Never.” You got to your feet and sat beside him on the bed. “Honestly, that’s… that’s not what I’m asking or anything, I’m just letting you know the things you do that I like.” You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “I trust you, Buggy. All… I’m saying is that if you pull on my hair, that’s fine. If you spank my ass too hard and it leaves a bruise, that’s okay.”

He still seemed unsure, even uncomfortable, so you tried a different approach. You took a moment to think over your words before pressing your lips to his shoulder and glancing up at him.

“I like it when you talk to me when you fuck me, Buggy.” You told him. “And after, when you tell me how pretty I look on your cock, or how you wish you could spend all day fucking me if you could.” You reached up to run your fingers through his hair as he glanced down at you. “And if you kept saying those words, maybe even being a little mean about it, I would like it.”

“Mean?” Buggy repeated, feeling his cheeks burn at the way you said those words. “What do you mean?”

“Umm, can I… show you?” You asked. “If it’s too much, tell me. I’ll stop. You… can just say um, Richie.”

“Richie?”

“It’s called a safe word. I heard about it from some of the other freaks.” You told him as you slid into his lap, straddling his lap as you placed your hands on his shoulders. “I trust you not to hurt me, babe, just like you trust me.”

“Why is saying Richie a safe word… can’t it be something else?” Buggy asked as he put his hands on you, one hand sliding up your shirt while the other stayed on your waist. “Circus?”

You grinned and nodded, kissing his cheek as you made yourself comfortable on his lap. “Circus is fine, babe. You say it if you start to get uncomfortable with the words I’m saying, okay?”  

“Yea, and then we can get back to what we were doing, right?” He asked, eyebrows wiggling at you as he grinned widely. You laughed softly and nodded again as your left hand stayed on his shoulder while the other slid down between the two of you, brushing over the waistband of his pants.  “Fine, do your worst, babe.”

You wondered if you could because you did love him, you really couldn’t think of something mean to say, but you had some ideas. You kissed him on the lips, mindful of his nose as you undid his pants and slid your hand into them. He was still hard from what you were doing earlier, ready to get off but you wanted to experiment. Trying to think in the moment was a little difficult because the hand that wasn’t up your shirt was starting to get in your pants, so you grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him. 

“Naughty boy, I didn’t say you could touch me, now did I?” You purred, not missing the way his eyes widened or the way he swallowed heavily as you moved his hand to the top of your thigh. “You need to learn to listen, Buggy. Good boys who listen get rewarded, but naughty boys don’t, do you understand?” You leaned in to whisper in his ear, teeth nipping at the shell gently. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll have to punish you, baby.”

Buggy could only nod, a look of surprise on his face at the way you just spoke to him. You kissed his cheek before straightening up, bringing your hand to his cheek softly. “Can you use your words to tell me you understand or am I going to have to make you? Are you already too dumb from me barely touching your cock that you can’t talk?”

And you waited for a reaction now, having tested the waters to see what his limits were. He never wanted his intelligence question, to be called dumb may be too much so you watched him for a reaction. His jaw clenched, you felt him tense up under you, but he took a deep breath and exhaled, tilting his head into your hand as he nodded.

“I understand, ‘m sorry.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“Good boy.” You murmured as your fingers ghosted over him. He inhaled sharply, keeping his hand on your thigh as you grinned. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, babe, maybe I’ll ride you this time, let you fuck me that way. You get so dumb when you’re in me, can’t even talk sometimes.” You watched him for a reaction, listening for the safeword. He was being good, nodding along with your words as he whined softly for more friction.

“Babe, please, stop teasin’ me.” He whined pitifully, letting his head drop onto your shoulder. He tried to rock his hips but you pulled your hand away, tsking softly as you shook your head. “Babe!”

“Buggy, no, you need to stop moving.” You scolded gently. “What am I going to do with you if you can't listen, hm?” You reached up to touch his cheek, tilting your head to the side as you studied his face. He wasn't desperate, just a bit needy, and he leaned into your touch with a pout. “Maybe I should just detach your dick and fuck myself with it while you watch.”

Buggy’s eyes widened, he was actually speechless. On one hand, that was quite the idea, on the other hand, he didn't think you would ever speak like that. He was usually the one for dirty talk, and you were doing great so far, but what you just said made his cock jump and he wished you were still touching him when you said that. You noticed his reaction because you grinned.

“Oh, do you like that idea?” You asked curiously as he let out a quiet whimper. “What do you want, Buggy? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I just wanna touch you, please!” He whined pitifully as he tried to move his hips towards your touch. “Please, babe!”

“Mm, maybe.” You chuckled as your hand went down his pants once more, taking hold of him loosely as you stroked him slowly. “You're being so good to me, Buggy, keeping your hands to yourself like a good boy.”

He nodded, swallowing heavily as he stared into your eyes. You tightened your hand around him, letting him fuck himself against it, desperate for any friction. He acted touch starved, as though you didn't regularly get him off in some way. You could have been meaner about it, getting yourself naked to touch yourself while forcing him to watch, or stuck to your idea of using his cock as a toy, not letting him participate in any other way, but you couldn't be that mean. Not yet, anyways.

“Are you close, babe?” You murmured as your hand continued stroking him, your thumb swiping over the tip occasionally. He nodded, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder as he let out little whines and moans for you, the occasional plea escaping his lips as he begged for more of your touch. “How close?”

“Cl-close, babe.” He mumbled, eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself get close, pressure building as he neared his release. You kissed him on the cheek with a grin as you suddenly pulled your hand away. Buggy let out a frustrated cry, lifting his head to look at you. “Babe!”

“What, Buggy?” You giggled, licking the palm of your hand before you reached down between your bodies, once more taking him in your hand. You leaned in close, pressing a kiss to his cheek once more before whispering, “If it's too much, let me know, okay? Say the word and I'm done.”

He only nodded, but he wouldn't cave, not yet, so you did it again, bringing him close to release before pulling your hand back while whispering to him how you loved hearing him beg, that if only the crew could see how unraveled their captain was becoming because his girlfriend wouldn't let him cum yet. You did it to him several times, pulling your hand away each time his breathing quickened and his muscles tensed, and each time he would be a pitiful, whining mess for you until you started it again. 

“Please, babe!” Buggy cried after the fifth time, his thighs aching and cock dripping as he begged for release. You decided to finally take pity on him, hand wrapped around his cock as you stroked him, squeezing him as your lips found his, drinking in his moans as his hips fucked up against your hand. It didn't take much, all you did was whisper how much you loved him, how wonderful he was, and he was coming undone in your hand, making a mess on you and himself. He was breathing heavily, muscles sore from sitting for so long, so he let himself fall back on the bed to catch his breath.

Fuck, did you break him? You weren't sure if something needed to happen next so you hurried off to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean him up.

“Buggy, babe, are you okay?” You asked as you tugged his pants down far enough to clean him. “Was that too much?”

He managed to shake his head, eyes shut tightly as he stretched his arms out above his head. You watched him for a moment, making sure he was okay, before you finished wiping him down and cleaned yourself up. You tossed the washcloth aside before climbing into bed beside him, stretching out next to him as you draped your arm over him carefully. He turned his head to look at you.

“That… was different.” He mumbled as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Didn't know you could talk like that, Cupcake.”

“Yea, well… I'm glad you're okay.” You replied as you pulled him against you. “You did really good, Buggy, thank you. I'm glad you let me do that… it felt good.”

“You didn't get-”

“Babe, I didn't need to, just touching you and having you beg for me was enough.” You assured him as you kissed his cheek. “D’you need something? Snacks or a drink? I can go grab you something.”

“Jus’ hold me.” Buggy mumbled as he rolled over to his side, pulling you closer as he pressed his face against your chest. “So comfy right here.”

You rolled your eyes and tightened your arms around him. He seemed okay after that, but you wondered if he would be up for another, more gentler round later. He didn't actually fuck you, which is what you were really wanting, but you did enjoy trying something new with him. It made you wonder what else the two of you could get up to. You leaned down to kiss his temple, holding it for a moment before pulling back and looking down at him.

“I love you, Buggy.” You told him as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. He opened one eye to look at you before nuzzling his face into your chest again.

“Uh-huh, I love you, Cupcake.” He mumbled back. “Now let me recharge for a few minutes.”

[kechiwrites]

katsuki, izuku, and shouto as types of doting dads

🌿 gender neutral!reader

🌿 sfw drabbles, lots of domestic fluff under the cut, 

🌿  warning: bakugo swearing, of course

🌿 w.c: 1.2k (approx. 400 each) 

🌿 a/n: thank u to my angel @mindninjax​ for naming katsu’s tiktok. sorry about the formatting, tumblr hates me.

katsuki

Bakugo’s kids are not spoiled, fuck you for even insinuating it.

Bakugo’s kids get what they need.

And what they need is a four tier bento box, every school day.

Insulated, of course, because “they aren’t fucking animals.”

And what starts as Bakugo just being a very attentive father, grows into you recording him coming home from his early morning run and grumbling while he puts on the frilly, lemon yellow apron your kids got him for Christmas two years ago, which grows into him carefully arranging a camera setup over your kitchen countertops, “because you’re the shittiest director alive, dumbass.” Which leads to the tiktok account dine-amight, where Bakugo uploads his intermediate-level character bentos, full to bursting with perfectly seasoned rice balls shaped like All Might and Hello Kitty, star and moon shaped fruits and veggies and occasionally, when your kids beg for them, Bakugo’s famous rainbow mini pancakes.

And of course a pro-hero with a reputation like Bakugo doing anything domestic is worth coverage and acclaim, blowing the account’s followers into the hundreds of thousands in a week.

In fact, people are shocked that Bakugo can even find the time. But he’d do anything for your kids, do anything to see them bring home empty bentos, bragging about all the kids drooling over their lunches that day. Anything to watch their missing tooth smiles when he asks how they were.

And if that means a couple of extra grocery trips at the end of the week and really early morning runs and gentle kisses on your forehead while you mutter and shift in your sleep before he starts the rice cooker, then so be it.

“Katsuki, they are not going to eat caviar. They do not need caviar.” Honestly, you were less surprised he was dropping it in the cart and more surprised your local supermarket even carried it in the first place. 

“They’ll eat whatever the fuck I give them.” He bites, pushing the cart just shy of too fast through the aisle, head swivelling back and forth for god knows what else. An elderly woman casts your husband a dirty look as he just barely swings the metal buggy to avoid her, to which Katsuki helpfully spits “Keep it movin’, hag!” 

“They’re 10!” 

“Doesn’t mean they need to choke down dry ass chicken nuggets and grape juice all day.”

izuku

Birthday party dad, the absolute worst party dad. Thousands of dollars on his kids’ birthday parties. Princess parties, pirate parties, any theme your kids can gurgle about liking and Deku has pulled out his tablet and is putting a pinterest board together before you can remind him that the twins’ birthday was two months ago. 

“We can get an early start on next year. What’ll you think it’ll cost to turn the pool into an ice rink?”

          “My sanity.”

        “Don’t be dramatic.”

Gets almost ridiculously bitter when the family across the street throws an All Might themed party when he knows, he fucking knows, they overheard him talking about throwing one for the boys months ago, But he is not changing his plan. Naw naw naw, your kids are gonna get their All Might party, they’re getting the All Might Party. Every single attendee is getting a vintage, tin All Might lunchbox stuffed to bursting with All Might merch; toys, branded candy only released in Sweden, keychains, those little retro bubble charms, anything he can cram in there. The yellow, red and blue bouncy castle he rented rivals the size of your house. And then, because there is not a soul on the planet pettier than your husband, he forces every pro hero he’s ever known to get in costume and take photos with the kids. He makes the one with the twins your yearly christmas card, then hand delivers it to the family across the street.

In October.

You bake apology pies for weeks.

“You know this is ridiculous right? Deku, she’s 2” you stress the number, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She isn't going to remember any of this.”

“I'm not listening, I didn't hear that, I am busy putting little princesses on cupcakes, a task you said you would help me with.” He’s grinning when he turns to you, and when you hold out your hand, he places a piping bag full of baby pink frosting in your open palm. 

Together you hunch over the kitchen island to ice and decorate twenty-four strawberry vanilla cupcakes, nudging and snickering at each other’s lopsided princess figures until the two of you are smearing icing on skin and tossing edible glitter into hair.

shouto

You know those “girl dads”? That’s Shouto. He takes her everywhere, takes pictures of everything that little girl does. School plays, holidays, playdates, you name it and there’s a dedicated, timestamped album that Shouto is begging to show every visitor, mailman and coworker. 

He prints them out, and maintains an instagram account filled with his favourite daddy-daughter moments, updated. daily.

Nevermind that he hasn’t used his own personal account in 9 years.

His favourite thing is buying and wearing matching outfits, carrying her in one arm. “Yes, I know she can walk, she’s very talented, she can do anything. She just likes to be as tall as daddy is.”

Whenever he picks her up from school, your husband slides her sweet little coat on and gently secures her into her car seat, right where he can see her when he looks in the rearview mirror. Then, Shouto drives your daughter wherever she wants to go. 

Wherever.

If it’s the zoo, they’re going, and they’re coming back with a gigantic, stuffed red panda to add to her own (not so little) plushie zoo at home. If it’s Starbucks, she comes toddling through the front door holding a VENTI, frozen hot chocolate frappuccino (no coffee, of course) and a brownie. Shouto asks them to make it special, he would never let her handle anything too hot.

“Shouto, stop. You’re gonna rot her teeth, she can’t even finish that.” Which is totally true, the cup’s as big as your daughter’s head. Not that she seems to mind, the way she hefts it up for you to see from the entryway while Shouto undoes her glittery blue shoelaces.

“I’ll finish the rest.” He shrugs, picking her up and plopping her down on the living room couch next to you, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before shuffling off to hang up their identical winter coats.

He doesn’t even like chocolate.

“Why would she need a iPad?” You grab Shouto by his shoulders and make him look at you. 

“For…school.” His voice is quiet and subdued and you almost feel bad...before you remember your husband is clutching an $800 tablet he intends to give your 6 year old kid to his chest in the middle of an electronics store.

“Baby...she’s in elementary school…They aren’t even using calculators yet.” You try to pry the package out of his grip, steadfastly ignoring the gentle downturn of Shouto’s mouth at the development. 

“She’s very advanced for her age.” The frown is a full on pout by now and you shut it down as quick as you can. 

“No. Uh uh. Put that bottom lip back in. Then put the tablet back.”

It’s wrapped in shiny purple paper by December 19th.

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Remus shows Sirius around Wales (part 3)

I’m afraid there’s a lot of Welsh in this chapter, but as usual, translations are at the end! (And I’m getting better at writing out the pronunciation). Hope you enjoy!

For @daylily-evans

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

~ The next morning, Sirius awoke before Remus. He usually always did. Moony wasn’t a morning person, and Padfoot was. A strip of sunlight highlighted the bed. They’d both fallen asleep in each other’s arms and had remained in pretty much the same position throughout the night. And while Sirius was eager to get up and start the day, he was also perfectly content to stay where he was, with Remus’s arm lying across his chest, the boy snoring lightly every so often. Sirius liked looking at him.

He was, however, slightly- instinctually- nervy. Even though it had been three years since he’d set foot in Grimmauld Place, he still expected to be woken abruptly by someone- most likely his mother- barging into his bedroom without knocking. While Sirius’s eyes were fixed on a lock of brown hair that had fallen over Remus’s eyelid, his ears were straining for any outside noise, any movement from the landing, that would warn him to quickly jump out of Remus’s bed and back into his own. But none came. A late start must have run in the family.

Sirius brushed the lock of hair away, tucking it behind Remus’s ear, and as he did so, Remus’s breathing grew quieter, almost inaudible. An indication that he was waking up. Sirius kissed him. When he pulled away, he saw Remus looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

“How do you say good morning in Welsh?” Asked Sirius, in no more than a murmur.

“Bore da,” replied Remus, his voice thick with sleep. Sirius kissed him.

“Bore da, carru.”

Breakfast was toast and cereal. Lyall didn’t join them at the table.

“He works late,” explained Remus. “Sometimes he sleeps till almost midday.” Sirius chuckled.

“Like father like son,” he said, eating a spoonful of now soggy cornflakes.

“Oh, Remus, I hope you’re not staying up so late,” reprimanded Hope, who was sitting at the table with them, reading the paper with her second cup of coffee.

“No, mam,” Remus sighed, the two boys knowing full well that he was lying.

“So, what are you two planning on doing today?” Hope continued, not taking her eyes off whichever article had caught her interest.

“I’m gonna show Sirius around. See the village maybe.”

“Oh that’s nice. You should visit Mrs. Hughes, she’d love to see you.”

“Yes, Remus, you really must introduce me to this Mrs. Hughes. I’m dying to meet her. I can already feel a connection.” Remus simply smiled and rolled his eyes.

~

The sun was bright, although it wasn’t throwing off a lot of heat in the early morning hours, so Remus and Sirius walked side by side wearing jackets and scarves. They were ambling down the lane outside Remus’s house, with the birds singing. It was the only noise they could hear. Sirius had never felt more relaxed in his life.

The first stop on Remus’s tour was a little stream that stood at the end of a wall-lined alleyway. Brambles grew all over the walls and Sirius noticed clusters of blackberries hidden among the leaves. Remus picked a few.

“I used to come down here when I was a kid,” began Remus. “I’d pick the blackberries and wash them in the stream, then eat them with my feet in the water.” Sirius picked some himself, and the two made their way towards the stream, the gentle sound of the water reaching their ears as they drew nearer. The two banks of the stream were connected by a stone bridge. Sirius looked over the side at the water lapping over the stones and pebbles, reflecting the sunlight. Along with the birdsong, the whole setting was completely idyllic. He knew places like this existed in the UK, but he’d never seen them before. He’d spent his whole life in the dark, gloomy street of Grimmauld Place, where he’d never even met his neighbours because they were muggles, and he’d therefore been banned from going near them. Besides, his muggle neighbours didn’t even know that he or his house even existed.

The Potter’s house too, while much nicer and far more friendly than Grimmauld Place could ever dream of being, and while it too was tucked away in the countryside, it still felt rather cut off, and the countryside felt... empty.

But here... here it felt like a community, and Sirius had yet to even meet another person.

“S’mae, Remus!” Said a woman, suddenly breaking the silence. She was walking past with some shopping bags. She only looked around forty, maybe fifty years old, but she dressed like someone much older: short blonde hair curled tightly into ringlets, and a long, flowery skirt with a matching beige blouse.

“S’mae, Mrs. Cooper,” replied Remus. “Ti’n iawn?”

“Rwy’n iawn, diolch. Ywyt ti newydd ddychwelyd o'r ysgol?”

“Ydw.”

“Pwy yw dy ffrind?”

“This is Sirius,” said Remus, switching back to English to include Sirius in the conversation. “He’s a friend from school. He’s English.”

“Oh, how awful for you!” Mrs. Copper called to him, in the thick Welsh accent that Sirius simply loved. Sirius smiled good-naturedly. “Whereabouts in England are you from?”

“Islington,” Sirius replied. “It’s in London.”

“I went to London once. Very loud. Very bright.” Sirius nodded. Mrs. Cooper began to walk on. “I’d best be off. Don’t want the milk to turn.” She held up one of her shopping bags, indicating that there was some milk inside. “See you, loves.”

“Hwyl!” Called Remus. Sirius repeated him. They watched her leave, and Sirius sat down upon the bridge. It had railings on either side as barriers, and Sirius put his legs through two gaps in the bars so they swung over the side. A duck came floating past, quacking every so often. Sirius threw the blackberries that he still had in his hand into the water for it to eat. Remus copied him.

“It’s so... quaint here,” observed Sirius eventually. “And I swear I mean that in the best way possible.” Remus threw another blackberry. The duck dived headfirst into the water to pick it up.

“Yes, well... not much has really changed since the fifties. Forties even. This place wasn’t much affected by either of the muggle wars, and progress isn’t exactly rife in the north-west Welsh countryside. It’s like a time warp here.” He looked almost sad, but Sirius couldn’t understand why. Of course, he knew what it was like to deal with people who were stuck in their ways, and their time, and their ancestors’ time, but the people here seemed nice enough. And even so, at that moment, Sirius felt that throwing blackberries at a duck and sitting next to his best friend on a bridge was all he needed in life.

“You know...” he began. “I never saw myself as a countryside person. Too quiet and boring. I thought of myself as more of a city person. All loud and bright like Mrs. Cooper said. But... I don’t know... I can see myself living here. With you.” Remus looked at him.

“That’d be nice...” A silence passed before Remus slapped his palms on the railings. “Come on,” he instructed, his voice louder and more confident. “Lots to see!” He started to walk ahead, and Sirius stood up to follow, grinning.

“Ooh, Moony. I like a man who can take charge.”

~

The two walked a few more miles until they reached the village. It was a nice place. Quaint. The shops all looked like cottages, and trees lined the street, some of the foliage entangled with bunting. People were milling about with shopping bags and buggies and bikes. The shop names were all in Welsh, as were the signs, but they all had the English translations printed underneath in small lettering, so Sirius didn’t have to pester Remus every five minutes.

Remus eventually stopped outside a shop that Sirius recognised: chairs and tables sat underneath a frilled, baby pink canopy. Remus held out his arm.

“Mrs. Hughes’s cake shop,” he announced. Sirius clapped his hands excitedly. A bell tinkled as the door opened, and a short, plump lady with curly dark hair appeared from within an adjoining room. She spotted Remus and smiled brightly.

“Remus! Mae wedi bod cyhyd! Sut mae, cariad? Edrych pa mor denau ywyt ti! Ywyt ti wedi bod yn bwyta?” She drew him into a hug, and Sirius was starting to get the impression that Remus was well-liked in his village. This was of no surprise to Sirius. What wasn’t there to like about his friend?

“S’mae Mrs. Hughes. Mae’n dda eich gweld chi.” Mrs. Hughes stepped back finally and turned to Sirius.

“Bore da. Nid wyf wedi eich gweld o gwmpas yma o'r blaen. Ydych chi’n ffrind i Remus?” Sirius blinked awkwardly, as Remus quickly cut in.

“Nid yw’n siarad Cymraeg. Mae’n dod o Llogr. Ei enw yw Sirius.”

“Oh... hello. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, rather slowly, as if she was concentrating on each word.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hughes.” She smiled and nodded, before quickly returning behind the counter.

“Ywyt ti dau newydd gyrraedd?” She asked, taking out a tray of cupcakes from behind the glass and rearranging them into neat little rows. They all had chocolate frosting on them, and they looked delicious. Sirius couldn’t help but stare rather longingly.

“Ydyn. Fe gyrhaeddon ni nôl ddoe i.”

“Taith braf?”

“Oedd, diolch.” Remus saw that Sirius was struggling to participate, so Remus attempted to involve him in the conversation. “Mae Sirius yn fy mlwyddyn yn yr ysgol,” he said to Mrs. Hughes, who turned back to Sirius with interest.

“Wyt ti’n hoffi’r ysgol?”

“She asked if you like school.”

“Oh! Yes, very much. It’s fun.” Remus quickly translated.

“Hwyl!” Mrs. Hughes remarked. “Yn fy niwrnod, roedd ysgolion yn ymwneud â dysgu. Gwaharddwyd hwyl.”

“She says schools shouldn’t be fun.”

“Well, they weren’t till I arrived.” Sirius grinned as Remus rolled his eyes and reluctantly translated. Mrs. Hughes let out a bark of a laugh.

“Ryw’n hoffi ti!”

“She likes you.” 

“I like you too, Mrs. Hughes.” Mrs Hughes giggled, not needing Remus to translate. She brought out a tray of small but very tasty looking muffins. She picked up two and held them out.

“Am ddim i'm dau fachgen!” She said, as Remus went to take them. He handed one to Sirius.

“Diolch, Mrs. Hughes!” Said Remus. Sirius repeated him, and the two left the shop, walking out into the sunshine, muffins in hand. Sirius quickly took a bite.

“Shit, Remus,” he began, having barely swallowed his mouthful of muffin. “I may have to ditch you and run off with Mrs. Hughes instead.” Remus laughed.

“You’d have to learn Welsh first.”

“No need. I will happily sit in silence as she brings me muffins everyday. No Welsh required.”

~

Sirius didn’t want the day to end, but he was content in the thought that he’d wake up tomorrow and they could do it all again, and the next day, and the next, until the holidays ended. He couldn’t believe that Remus hardly talked about this place. If he was Remus, he’d never shut up about it. He almost felt angry. He hated his house, his street, his parents. He never wanted to talk about them. He was happy to forget all about them. Remus had a lovely house, and a lovely street and lovely parents. So why did he pretend otherwise?

“Do you think you’ll live here when you’re older?” Asked Sirius. They were sitting on a wall that bricked in a nice green. The green was filled with trees and a little playground area. As the sun grew lower and three o’clock rolled around, a few children started to filter into the playground, laughing and carefree after what must have been their last day at school. Hogwarts finished a day early so everyone had a chance to prepare for their journey back on the Express.

Remus pondered Sirius’s question.

“I don’t know,” he said eventually. “It is nice. And I do love Wales, of course I do...”

“But?”

“I don’t know,” seemed to be his final answer. But Sirius was too curious to let it drop so soon.

“But everyone here seems to love you. Mrs. Hughes. That lady with the shopping bags. Don’t you like it here?”

“The people are nice, but they talk. They talk about me. They pretend otherwise, but I know they have their own rumours. About why I go off to boarding school every year. Why I have scars on my face. Why...”

“Why what?”

“My mother and I are very close. They know that.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Remus looked at him steadily.

“You know what they say about boys who are close to their mothers.”

“Oh.” The two fell silent. Until Remus decided to speak again.

“In the real world, it’s 1976. Here it’s 1953. The people say good morning and bake you muffins and drink tea with their neighbours, but that’s about all you can do. You’re either married or widowed, and your kids go to the local school and leave the village when they’re eighteen to go off to London, or Cardiff, or some big city that they can write about to their families. I don’t fit in here. Not really. And I think the people know that. They’re nice to me because they feel sorry for me. Maybe not Mrs. Hughes. She really is nice. But I can’t stay just for Mrs. Hughes, can I?” Remus wanted to end his little speech on a light-hearted note, and usually Sirius would take the cue, grin and say “I would.” But he was letting Remus’s words sink in, and suddenly feeling guilty about his previous anger. Yes, Remus’s life was completely different to his, but scratch the surface and they were still in the same boat. Outcasts in a conformist society, waiting for the day they could leave and never come back. 

Remus jumped down from the wall.

“Come on. We can head back and I can show you the TV set if you want.” Sirius jumped down after him, realising that Remus was keen to change the subject. Sirius permitted him to.

“I’d forgotten about that. I’d love to see it.”

~ Welsh translation:

Bore da (b-oar-reh d-ah): Good morning

Ti’n iawn? (Tin y-ow-n): How are you? (Informal)

Rwy’n iawn, diolch (R-ooh-n y-ow-n dee-ol-kh): I’m well, thanks

Ywyt ti newydd ddychwelyd o'r ysgol? (Ow-eet tee neh-with th*-uh-kh-wel-eed or ee-sg-ol): Have you just returned from school?

Ydw (uh-doo): Yes

Pwy yw dy ffrind?: (p-wih ee**-oo d-ee fr-ih-nd): Who’s your friend?

Hwyl! (H-w-eel): Bye/Goodbye

Mae wedi bod cyhyd! (M-eye weh-dee bod kuh-heed): It’s been ages!

Sut mae, cariad? (Sit m-eye, kah-ree-ad): How are you, sweetheart?

Edrych pa mor denau ywyt ti! (Eh-dr-ee-kh pa m-oar deh-n-eye ow-eet tee): Look at how thin you are!

Ywyt ti wedi bod yn bwyta (ow-eet tee weh-dee bod ee-n b-oo***-ee-ta): Have you been eating?

Mae’n dda eich gweld chi (m-eye-n th-ah ay-kh gw-eld kh-ih): It’s good to see you.

Nid wyf wedi eich gweld o gwmpas yma o'r blaen. (N-ih-d oo-ee-v weh-dee ay-kh gweld oh g-oo-mp-ah-s ee-ma or bl-eye-n): I haven’t seen you around here before.

Ydych chi’n ffrind i Remus? (Uh-dih-kh kh-ih-n f-rih-nd ih Remus): Are you a friend of Remus?

Nid yw’n siarad Cymraeg. (Nid ee-oo-n sha-rad Cum-r-eye-g): He doesn’t speak Welsh.

Mae’n dod o Llogr. (M-eye-n dod o Ll-oh-gr): He’s from England.

Ei enw yw Sirius. (Ay en-oo ee-oo Sirius): His name’s Sirius.

Ywyt ti dau newydd gyrraedd? (Ow-eet tee d-eye neh-with g-uh-r-eye-th): Have you to just got back?

Ydyn (Uh-deen): Yes

Fe gyrhaeddon ni nôl ddoe i. (F-eh g-uh-rh-eye-th-on nee n-uh-l th-oi ee): We got back yesterday.

Taith braf? (T-ay-th b-rah-v): Nice journey?

Oedd, diolch (oi-th dee-ol-kh): Yes, thanks

Mae Sirius yn fy mlwyddyn yn yr ysgol (m-eye Sirius ee-n f-ee ml-oo-uh-th-een ee-n ee-r ee-sgol):  Sirius is in my year at school.

Wyt ti’n hoffi ysgol? (Wih-tin h-oh-f-ee ee-sgol): Do you like school?

Hwyl! (H-w-eel): Fun!

Yn fy niwrnod, roedd ysgolion yn ymwneud â dysgu. (ee-n f-ee nih-wr-nod, r-oi-th ee-sgol-ee-on ee-n ee-m-wn-ay-d ah**** d-uh-sg-ee): In my days, schools were about learning.

Gwaharddwyd hwyl. (G-wa-har-th-wih-d h-w-eel): Fun was banned.

Rywn hoffi ti! (R-ew-n hoh-f-ee tee): I like you!

Am ddim i'm dau fachgen (Ah-m th-im im d-eye vah-kh-g-en): Free for my two boys

*pronounced th as in that or this

**very short ee; yw sounds very similar to yew.

***short oo

****long ah

Bonus British translation:

Buggies: Strollers

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reasons I would love to be a bro to the dl characters

shu: he’s very good at understanding people so we’d have some nice deep conversations; we both play instruments so we could play together and share our music; I really really like using people as pillows and he’d prolly allow it

reiji: deserves a little guy giving him compliments, and that’s exactly what I’d do; we would both go on a day long ikea trip like every month and get ice cream at the end; ROLLERCOASTERS 

ayato: I’m… decent at basketball so we could play that together! or I could teach him the art of benchball; he could show me how to pull a spicy prank; we’re both beautiful, need I say more?

kanato: I would love to top up his dolls if they’re breaking, and could bond over Aesthetics™; singing sessions, baby! his music taste is gucci; I wouldn’t buy him coffee because why would I buy coffee? I hate coffee? 

laito: same reason as shu, we could play our instruments together; I just feel like we would get along because our personalities lmao; I love little buggies so I could carefully put them outside for him if he’s freakin’ 

subaru: he also seems like a really good person to talk to about deep subjects like… life… and shit; I gotta introduce him to a hobby! I have too many! I have to; I really love flowers a lot so we could buy more and plant them! flowers everywhere!

ruki: I admit… I’m a terrible chef, maybe ruki could teach me how to be less awful; I write things and he reads them! I love people reading my stuff! (please read my stuff); as long as he lets me drink ketchup I will always compliment his food

yuma: talking smack about the government! also about political business and I think he might be good with trans issues… we gotta talk about the trans issues; we share a love for the environment! we could plant some rainbow carrots, bro. I have some rainbow carrots in the back garden rn and holy shit they look good; both into vore

kou: again with the singing! and he has a whole recording studio and aAA I could feature in one of his songs if I’m good enough (which I will be, don’t bother your ass saying I won’t be); I could gossip about boys with him! I gotta stop over sharing to my school friends and start doing it with bro!kou; CATS. he would love my cat. she wouldn’t love him tbh hUH

azusa: he needs someone to show him other ways to feel pain! you want a slap in the face? sure, it’s not gonna do any harm, I’m a weakling; I love cuddles so much I have to cuddle him all the time since we’re both clingy fuckers; we’re both spicy

shin: I support furries.

carla: we both adore art! we could paint together and he could teach me ways to improve my drawings! he’s like the grumpier version of bob ross; long hair. I want to touch it; I’ll finally be able to beat someone in a race- 

kino: I have to show him peggle. what’s that, you don’t know peggle? well I don’t know you. blocked. reported. sentenced to death. how do you like that, huh? 

yui: SHE’S SO KIND. WE CAN BE KIND TO EACHOTHER. WE CAN SPEND THE REST OF OUR LIVES BEING NICE TO PEOPLE AND AND AND PETTING DOGS AND BAKING CUPCAKES AND KICKING A$$ OH YEAH 10/10 SISTER I LOVE HER

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An accident and the aftermath

It’s been a long day, little Y/N was already asleep when Sam buckled her into her car seat. “Buggy already asleep?” Dean asks as the two of them get into the car. Sam sits in the back with you, to keep you company amongst a few other reasons.

“Yeah.” Sam replies as he protectively wraps his arm around your small frame. You promptly lean your head against his chest. A few miles away from the bunker a car t-bones the door of the impala, causing Dean to loose traction as well as control of his car.

“You two okay?” Dean asks when the impala comes to a stop.

“I’m a bit banged up, otherwise okay. It’s (nickname) I’m worried about, she’s in rough shape Dean.” Sam answers worriedly. The eldest Winchester starts mentally chewing out the person that wrecked his car as well as hurt his five year old sister.

After the paramedics arrive everything is a bit of a blur, but time seems to stop when a nurse tells the brothers that their little sister is in critical condition as well as in a coma.

A day later, Cas shows up and does all he can to help you- which isn’t much. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.” He says sadly.

“It’s okay Cas, at least she’s not in critical condition anymore.” Dean answers as he gently rubs his thumb over your small knuckles.

It’s been three weeks and you show no sign of waking up. “I’m going to Bobby’s to fix up baby. Call me if something happens.” Dean says standing up, and as he grabs the keys. The car that is currently in use is one of the spare cars from the garage of the bunker.

“You know I will.” Sam answers as Dean leaves. He then sighs and moves your hair out of your face. “Guess it’s just me and you kiddo.” As expected you don’t make any form of response. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Meanwhile- You were back where you started again. You sit on the ground and start to cry- you just want to go home but you can’t. Someone places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Don’t cry cupcake; if you cry you’re going to make me cry.” Someone says. You look up and see a person with golden eyes and golden hair standing over you. His presence is comforting and for some reason he reminds you of Cas.

“Who are you?” You sniffle as the golden haired man sits down next to you.

“I’m a friend, and I want to help you.” The man then pulls out a lollipop out of nowhere. Before he unwraps it he offers it to you. “Want a piece?”

“Sammy says I shouldn’t take candy from strangers.” You softly answer. The man chuckles.

“I don’t blame the moose for that one- but I assure you, I’m not a stranger. I’m Gabriel, or Gabe if you prefer…” The golden eyed archangel notices how you still don’t trust him. So he decides to change tactics. “Your brothers and Cas sent me. They’re worried about you.” You wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand.

“I miss them and I wanna go home.” You look at Gabriel with watery eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get you home, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise?” You ask holding up your small pinkie. The golden eyed angel smiles as he wraps his pinkie around yours.

“Pinkie promise.” 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Sam POV- I turn on Y/N’s favorite Disney movie, praying for a miracle. Another reason why I turn on the movie is to get the song You Are My Sunshine out of my head. I look at the screen and smile to myself. The part that is playing is one of my sister’s all time favorite parts. “I can’t quote your favorite part of (favorite Disney movie) by myself Princess.” I say. The only response I get from Y/N is the beeping of her heart monitor.

Hours go by, different nurses stop by just doing their rounds. Good news is, is that Y/N’s condition is slowly improving, but she’s still in a coma. What I wouldn’t give to hear Y/N’s laugh, or see her beautiful (eye color) eyes right now. I gently squeeze my little sister’s hand. It’s extremely soft- insomuch I nearly miss it, but Y/N just squeezed my hand in return. I fish my phone out of my pocket and call my brother. “What’s happening Sammy?” Dean asks when he picks up.

“Y/N just squeezed my hand.” I reply.

“She squeezed your hand?”

“It was an incredibly soft squeeze, I mean it was so soft in I nearly missed it.”

“A squeeze is a squeeze…hey Sammy I need to go. Mind keeping me posted?”

“Of course. Talk to you later.”

“Later.” With that Dean hangs up. That was one of the quickest conversations that I’ve had with my brother- I’m also confused on what he meant by having to go. He more then likely wanted to get back to fixing his car or he had to use the restroom, it’s one of those two. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Your POV- Gabe has kept his promise on helping you get home, but there hasn’t been any luck on actually getting you back to your brothers. “I’m never getting home.” You sniffle.

“Come on don’t talk like that. It might take a little bit but you’ll get home.” Gabe replies. “We’ll try again later, okay Cookie?” You simply nod in response.

“Why do you keep calling me food?” You randomly ask, you also tilt your head slightly in confusion. Causing Gabe to softly chuckle to himself.

“I’m not exactly calling you food- I’m calling you sugary snacks.” Your friend says as he pops a lollipop in his mouth. “Besides it wouldn’t be fair if I left you out of the mix- I call your brothers all sorts of nicknames.” You let out a small giggle in response. Your friend then offers you a lollipop and this time you accept the candy mainly because you know Gabriel would never hurt you. He’s almost as protective of you as your brothers and Cas.

After awhile Gabe asks if you’re ready to try again to get you home. Surprisingly you shake your head. “Thought you wanted to go home though.” Gabe comments right when you yawn and rub your eyes. “Oh…” you fall asleep against him. Gabe doesn’t let you sleep long though, and he gave you no explanation why he didn’t want you to sleep at the moment. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Sam POV- Normally Dean and I switch off with who stays with Y/N at the hospital- but I haven’t seen my brother since this morning. So I have a feeling that’s not going to be happening tonight. Cas pops by with an angel I thought was dead. “I thought you were dead Gabe.” I comment.

“That wasn’t really my thing.” The archangel replies as he places two fingers on my little sister’s forehead using his grace to heal her. He mutters a few things under his breath. When he removes his fingers he smiles. “She’ll be okay and waking up soon.”

“Thank you Gabe.”

“You’re welcome- besides I like Y/N.” With that the archangel pops off. Leaving me to wonder about what he meant by that. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -no one POV- When you open your eyes, Sam doesn’t hesitate to call a nurse. About half an hour later you’re moved from ICU to a regular hospital room. “Sammy where’s De?” Little Y/N asks her (eye color) eyes have a bit of worry and fear in them.

“Want to talk to him?” Sam replies pulling out his phone. You nod as Sam dials his brother’s number.

“Hey Sammy, any changes?” Dean asks when he answers the phone.

“Yeah, Buggy’s going to be okay.” Sam answers looking at you, you smile a little bit in reply. “Also someone wants to talk to you.”

“Oh really who?”

“If I told you it would ruin the surprise.” Sam says before passing you the phone “Say hello.” Your brother gently encourages. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Dean POV- I start to think that Sam hung up on me… but suddenly there I hear a voice on the other line that I haven’t heard in weeks. “Hello?” The person on the other end is my baby sister.

“Hey Baby bug.” I answer standing up and walking away from baby. I’m also trying not to cry at the moment.

“De!” She happily squeaks. I chuckle to myself.

“Whatcha doing kiddo?”

“Sammy put in a movie for me.”

“Did he now, what one is it?”

“(Favorite Disney movie.)” A smile forms on my face.

“Did I miss your favorite part?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s okay… hey Buggy could you do me a favor, and give the phone back to Sammy?”

“Otay… love you De.”

“Love you too (Nickname).” 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -No one’s POV- Once Y/N is released from the hospital she gets all sorts of confused when she doesn’t see the impala. “That not De’s car.” You say.

“Don’t remind me.” Dean replies, as he climbs into the driver’s seat leaving Sam to help you with your car seat. Before San can sit in the passenger seat you give him the puppy dog eyes asking him to sit in the back with you. You would’ve done it to Dean but he was in the driver’s seat before you could even ask him.

“Not today squirt… besides, you’ve got Cas to keep you company.” Sam says when he’s done buckling you in and when he sees the trenchcoat wearing angel sitting next to you.

On the way back to the bunker you fall asleep against Cas- car rides always puts you to sleep. The angel becomes confused on why he is suddenly being used as a pillow. “Is this normal?” Cas asks gesturing towards you.

“Nine times out of ten yes- but mind keeping an eye on her? Rather not take her back to the hospital because she fell back into a coma.” Sam answers.

“She’s just asleep.” Cas replies as he removes his fingers from your forehead. “She’ll be fine.”

For the first few weeks of you being back home at the bunker, your brothers take turns of keeping an eye on you throughout the night- just to be sure you don’t fall back into a coma. You’ve given both of your brothers a fair share of heart attacks- mainly because when you get nightmares you always go to one of your brother’s rooms… and you never really go to the brother who is keeping an eye on you that night. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 It’s Dean’s turn to keep an eye on you- and the hinges on his door softly squeak open waking him up slightly. He tiredly reaches for the gun under his pillow before turning to see who opened the door- it’s just you and your stuffed animal friend. “Why are you still awake kiddo?” Dean asks with a yawn.

“Scary dream.” You reply softly, you then say you stayed with Sam the last time you had a nightmare. Dean disguises a chuckle as a yawn, before making room for you. You then crawl under the covers and snuggle next to your brother absorbing his warmth.

“Night munchkin.” Dean says as he kisses the crown of your head- yeah you’re going to be just fine. Baby on the other hand isn’t going to be roadworthy any time soon… much to Dean’s annoyance. Even though he’ll never admit it, he would rather have his baby destroyed, but his family is alive; than the the other way around… a car can always be rebuilt; however the pain of losing someone that you love is like a wound that never wants to close… a wound that always finds away how to open after one is positive that it’s healed.

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Shopping Day

YAYYYY FINALLY ANOTHER DEAN ORIGINAL :)))) I’ve been wanting to do a Dean one for a hot minute so I hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I will writing it (-u-) gummies became life savers ~ constructive criticism seriously encouraged with this one ~ enjoy!

Warning ~~ ITS KINDA RLLY LONG SORRY D: also a bit of cursing and a little violence chit chatter but not violent action.

He wasn’t going to like this. He was going to hate it. And we all know he doesn’t hate a lot of things. But shopping day? That’s way up there.

After taking your shower and dressing in your normal attire, you made you way upstairs where the guys were hanging out.

“Dean,” You said, leaning on the door frame in front of the stairs. Dean looked up at you with a smile, like he always did. But when you gave a sympathetic smirk instead of your regular toothy grin, he knew something was up.

“What’s wrong? [y/n] are you okay?” He stood up from his seat, while Sam turned around to face you, worried as well.

You sighed, looking down then back up at Dean and Sam. “I’m pregnant.”

Sam’s jaw hit the ground as Dean stared at you wide eyed. “Seriously?” They said in unison. It was so hard to keep the laugh from bursting up but the reactions were just so funny to you. Both looked at you as if you were some psychotic lunatic out of their holding cell.

Once you caught your breath, you wiped the tear from your cheek as the smile stayed permanently on your face. “Nah, I’m just shittin’ ya.” Dean sighed in relief as Sam still sat, trying to figure out how that was funny. He shook his head and returned to his lore book he was reading.

You and Dean had discussed you being pregnant was going to be a while from now. It just wouldn’t be fair to bring a baby into you, Dean, and Sam’s hectic lifestyle.

“No, but today is shopping day.” Dean was already slumping his shoulders and groaning all over the main room before you could finish your sentence. Sam snorted as he tried to hold back his laughter. You knew he found that funny because he didn’t have to go - Dean did.

“I know, Dean. But we need food! We’ve been eating fast food for the past 4 or 5 days and If i have to eat another artificial burger, I will kill everything.” You walked over to the coffee table, grabbing your keys and wallet. “AND I know we eat fast food all the time when we go on hunts but it’s different when we’re at home and not running off the food.”

You turned back around to face Dean, who had his back towards you, standing in a corner. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you stuck out your lip even though he couldn’t see it. “Please? It won’t be too bad.”

His chest sighed a heavy heave as he turned around to face you. “Fine, whatever.” You smiled, thankful it didn’t take as much convincing as last time. You opened your mouth to ask him a question but he knew you all too well. “You’re not driving Baby. This is the one good thing I get out of this.”

Placing your hand over your heart, you scoffed, “I’m offended! You get something good every day- Me.” winking at him with a little smirk. He smiled down at you, chuckling “You’re right… But still no.”

Dean slid right past you and up the spiral stairs, leaving you to stand there with your mouth open. It wasn’t long until a smile made its way to your face as you ran to catch up behind him.

“Be back soon, Sam!” You said as you closed the door to the bunker.

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“Okay, so you can go to the deli section while I go to produce?” You looked up at dean from the list you had in your hand while you pushed the buggy. He nodded and his hand slid from your waist as you both went separate ways.

Walking up and down the tables of fruits and vegetables, you couldn’t help but feel an odd presence looming around you. You turned to slightly to see this old man who looked like he was on crack staring at your butt. Rolling your eyes, you placed the bag of bell peppers in the buggy and trekking off to some place else.

“Perv.” You mumbled under your breath.

Soon, you caught up with Dean and continued marking things off the list. Your stomach grumbled only loud enough for you to hear and conveniently you were going down the snack aisle.

Have self control, [y/n]. You can do it!

No you couldn’t. You started throwing in bags of chips and cookies and candy like it was going out of style. Of course, Dean didn’t question it because they were mutual favorites. But when you got to the bakery, it was over. Donuts, cookies, muffins, cakes, PIES. You could feel your mouth practically drowning itself in drool.

Once again, your mind took over and you grabbed a plastic baggy. Donuts, cookies, a muffin. You even grabbed a whole pie and a container with a large cupcake in it. Placing your items in the cart, you mistakenly looked up at Dean who had the biggest shit eating grin ever.

“I’m hungry, okay??” You just pushed the buggy a long to the cash register, having finished all your shopping.

The cashier girl grabbed the buggy, pulling it around where she was to scan the items. She was very pretty, that you could admit. But the way she held herself, was not. You knew she had seen Dean already. It was obvious by the way she straightened her back, making her chest poke out. Throwing her hair behind her back, trying to look cute. Let me tell you something, ya not.

“Okay, your total comes to $108.63. Cash or card?” She said, not even once looking at you. You started to open your wallet, but Dean beat you to it and handed her the card. She made sure that their hands touch, but Dean was quick to move it away. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close into his side. You were proud of Dean. He really meant his word when he said he loved you and only you.

“Alright, here’s your card and your receipt.” Dean was getting ready to take it from her, but you took it instead. Giving her an obviously forced and sarcastic smile, Dean grabbed the buggy as you two left.

“Babe, will you put the card and receipt back in my wallet.” You nodded and reached in his back pocket, grabbing his wallet. “Woah! Careful there, that’s precious cargo you’re touching.” He winked at you with a huge grin. You smiled back, lightly smacking his butt.

Beginning to roll up the receipt, you noticed writing on the back. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Anger started to boil inside you. She really had the nerve to write her number down!

You started to make your way back inside. When you rounded the corner and saw her, that’s when you let loose.

“Hey bitch! You have the wrong one thinkin’ you would get away going for something that ain’t yours! I will take this fucking receipt and shove it so far up your- HEY PUT ME DOWN!” You were about 2 feet away from her, ready to latch your hands around her neck, when Dean picked you up by your waist and carried you in the opposite direction from her.

You were still in eye range of her, so you kept yelling “You better change store locations or change your identity or at the VERY least pray to GOD I don’t come back and kick your ass or bREAK YOUR FUCKING HANDS!!”

Before you knew it, you were back outside next to the Impala. Dean held your arms, keeping you there with ease.

“Let me go! She needs her ass handed to her for pulling shit like that! You’re mine!” You stared into the window of the grocery store, knowing she could still see you.

Dean grabbed your face, and kissed you, your anger immediately simmering down.

“I am yours. and No one is going to change that.”