#they do want to meet their cousin because. these kids didn't grow up traumatized and they are just curious of their cousin

[turrondeluxe]

I'm curious... Granny April will always be Granny April, but how do the turtle tots see Casey Marie? Since you said they know most of their family history, does this mean they know Casey wanted to train them for war? How do they feel about this? Are some of them still a little resentful or are they already at peace with what happened and are ready to have a relationship with her?

The tots actually know April has a daughter! Even if Mikey makes a sour face whenever she does, April talks about her kid to the babies and tells them that they have a cousin. Even if the kids are aware of her existence growing up they don't really question why they've never met Casey because they know that New York is still somewhat of a war zone and that their cousin is basically the leader of the rebellion so she's definitely busy (she's somewhat of a very stranged family member since the start lol). The kids never truly talk to Casey until they are adults though. Mikey felt very strongly about them being old enough to decide if wanting to meet her after knowing she created them for war and all.

Since Michelangelo was actually able to save the babies from a child soldier life, the kids are rather forgiving of what Casey did because in the end that didn't happen and by this time Casey actually is remorseful of her way of thinking when creating them and just wants to get to know them as a family member. It takes a bit of time though (the kids, even if willing to forgive her and move on, are still very much on high alert around her (cough Uno and Moja cough). After all, they know of Mikey's life story and feel a sort of kinship of anger directed towards her (It fades away in the end though).

Definitely not resentful but still not the most buddy buddies straight from the start.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Off the Animation Table Cartoon Meets Reality

Important representation: Walter Fredrik Mouse

Tw:Assault Mention

Walter is the youngest child and only son of Mickey and Minnie, born in 2028 he was already a survivor as the family had gotten into a car accident his mother was in a coma when he was born and he himself was early

However he survived a lot of people call him the reincarnation of his grandfather as he is a very creative old gentle soul,

At the age of four he was caught creating a mural in Disneyland there was a Color Festival and he thought a certain area didn't have enough color, and his Father found he was right so from that point on Mickey gave him and him alone the permission to paint murals as long as he came to his father to made sure it was okay.

However it would be at the age of 15 that this poor child would find out the cruelness of the world growing bored of his perfect life he decided to go out to a party completely forgetting who he was a Disney, an easy meal ticket to anybody that might have wicked intentions.

And that is exactly what happened he became the victim of drugging and assault his cousin Henri fortunately being there was able to get his cousin help but the perpetrator had slipped away, this is how Walter's daughter Odewyn came to be,

Initially, Walter didn't even realize what had happened. Henri tried explaining, but his cousin just didn't get it until Odewyn was left on the mices doorstep,

Again it would be when she was a teenager that the perpetrator would finally make her presence known looking for that meal ticket and it's revealed to have been an adult mpuse toon at the time a DreamWorks Background Toon from the Kung Fu Panda Franchise

While it absolutely infuriates Mickey, he's not too shocked the DreamWorks Toons are infamous for playing dirty, Toy Story 2 in their world it wasn't an accident it was sabotage by one of these Toons.

Though Po lovable Panda that he is got wrangled in by Jack Black himself who threatened to revoke his vocals from the panda if the panda didn't straighten up he basically wouldn't allow Po to go around being mean using his voice.

So the Lovable panda is still lovable because him and Jack are like brothers in the modern day, this poor guy though came immediately apologizing even though he didn't do anything wrong, and he does help them fully identify who this is and that she is one known to be a gold digger to be a major diva who wants all the attention.

Odewyn is raised with all the love Walter even at 15 has that family streak, his parents offer afraid that he might be traumatized and rightfully so however Walter immediately protects his daughter as he sees that she is a part of him even though it was forced upon him he's got that Disney side that loves her and does not blame her

But that doesn't mean he's not planning in the background getting DNA samples doing his own research looking into Odewyns appearance. He takes his trauma his anger putting it into the investigation but he never lets it take him over he only gathers what's important that will get this person behind bars,

He figures out Odewyn is partially a DreamWorks which they all figured that she is the only one that is semi realistic CGI, her face is more elongated like an actual Mouse, her ears a bit smaller but still giant on her head marking the Disney side, her paws are like actual mice paws instead of hands she's got a full on tail instead of the one like the family.

The side that she gets from her other donor, she has longer fur that is slightly curly and shocking Grey eyes.

The assailant would come forward when she was 15, twisting the narrative because they've never told her her actual Origins this was a fumble on Walters' side. He just didn't want to hurt his kid with the truth,

This representation has become important as the women's movement goes along while it is important we represent the women's side it is also just as important we remember that men can go through this it is much rarer but it still happens, they deserve just as much justice as we are getting and yes they too also have troubles getting a hold of that either people call them lucky or dismiss the trauma or the woman makes themselves out to be the victim.

Women can be abusers and assailants just like men, and this representation should be just as important,

[nothing-behindher-eyes]

sea-jello

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @oh-goodness-loki - TYSM dear!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? No... my Mom liked the name. (I hate it btw, and have taken on another in day-to-day life.)

2. When was the last time you cried? The other day, watching "For all mankind" (which is better than I had thought it would be?!)

3. Do you have kids? A daughter.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? MEEEEEE???? ^^

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to ride. Stopped when I got pregnant.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they hold eye-contact, maybe?

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends. I don't like torture movies, but I do not like overly saccharine stuff either. Aliens as a prime example for both?! :)

9. Any special talents? Errr.... I used to have a lyrical soprano... wanted to be an opera singer once upon a time.

10. Where were you born? Skipping, sorry.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, video games, music, vampires. I also read a lot.

12. Do you have pets? I have a cat, Mo.

13. How tall are you? 5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school? Biology and philosophy

15. Dream job? Not sure. I used to love my job a lot, but now it's more and more meetings and... well.

Tagging:

@prigorie @isabellehemlock @lynnenne, @thefairylights @slutaciouslestat @inkyblotposts @burstingbone @blackgirlasis @alcassin @shashiatnight @anannua @dreamofme9 @danissa10 @redversaillesrose @onlymywishfulthinking ... and whoever wants to!

(Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, obviously^^)

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I was tagged by @fridayyy-13th (thanks!!)

Are you named after anyone: Yes, my grandfather. In greece it's kind of a tradition so most children are named after their grandparents.

When was the last time you cried: When my dance class ended a friend started crying cause that was my last year and they were gonna miss me, and then I started crying.

Do you have kids: No.

Do you use sarcasm a lot: Yeah I think so.

What sports do you play/have played: I used to do swimming and tennis when I was younger, and also like I mentioned, I did dance.

What's the first thing you notice about people: Their eyes.

What's your eye color: Dark brown

Scary movies or happy endings: Happy endings. I never watch scary movies.

Any special talents: I wouldn't say so. I can do most things vaguely well, but not well enough to be considered a talent.

Where were you born: In a hospital! I know how exciting.

What are your hobbies: Right now: drawing, knitting, playing the piano, playing videogames.

Do you have pets: No.

How tall are you: 1.68m

Favorite subject in school: I like maths.

Dream job: Nope.

Let's see if i can do 15! No pressure ofc. @fraudfrogs @jamiegeode @idealism-sits-in-prison @sexynugget @nobodynobodyno @nightimestar @polar-bears-making-pancakes @amaliatheartist @normal-cactus1221 @heartstopperdnp @sinistergooseberries @frog-in-a-jumper @sugaroto @alalumin @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see YES I DID IT.

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Thanks for the tag!♡

Are you named after anyone:

Yes, my grandma! As prev said it's kind of a tradition here. Tho I have a different version of the name cause my family thought Zaharo(Ζαχαρώ not ζάχαρο) was too villagish and they change it to Zaharenia. Tho now that I think about it almsot everyone calls my grandma Zaharoula... nobody liked Zaharo huh

When was the last time you cried:

Some days ago, like Monday or Tuesday? I woke up and felt awful because of work

Do you have kids:

No. Do my cousins count as my kids? I call them my kids sometimes- but in a sibling way

Do you use sarcasm a lot:

Idk? Maybe?

What sports do you play/have played:

... ok let's see

Basketball, ballet, taekwondo, dance (both traditional & modern)

I think that's all? Apparently my aunt thought I would be traumatized growing up without a father so they signed me up in a bunch of different things and I ended up being traumatized by my peers I didn't last in any of these for too long tho (maybe dance was the longest)

What's the first thing you notice about people:

Maybe their hair? Idk

What's your eye color:

I think hazel. It's been a mystery for me honestly

Scary movies or happy endings:

Depends on the mood but both

Any special talents:

I can draw faces while using both hands. Also... I can make fart noises with my eye and hand....

Where were you born:

Somewhere 3 hours away from here with the boat

What are your hobbies:

Watching TV shows & reading books

Do you have pets:

Not really but we have cats outside, my mom recently named 2, one Nara sort for Poutanara or Mounara and one Daras sort for Archidaras. But then she got mad at herself cause "these aren't names for cats" and now she calls Daras Sakis sort for Thanathis

How tall are you:

1.60 something idk 1.64?

Favorite subject in school:

♡Latin♡

Dream job:

Honestly I think opening a bookstore Cafe with my friends but rn I'm trying to get into a university I would find interesting

Tagging: @queenofcrazy27 @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife @newtness532 @myrtot @bunnibled @el-loves-writing @palpietine-1 @alalumin @cathair-inmy-quesadilla @catboyjosten @tropical-lycan ... I don't remember other urls rn👁👄👁

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Thanks for the tag! @sugaroto🧡🧡

Are you named after anyone:

I was named after my great grandmother. The weird thing was that I have her surname as my first name(Izzy is just a name I prefer over my real one).

When was the last time you cried:

Two days ago, I hurt my ankle somehow and it hurts like a fother mucker.

Do you have kids:

Nope. I’m also probably never going to have them either. I might adopt once I get into a stable adult life.

Do you use sarcasm a lot:

yes. I will also use deadpan stares to intimidate my cousins.😁

What sports do you play/have played:

Ballet, gymnastics, soccer, softball, baseball, swimming, and rock climbing. NONE OF THEM STUCK.

side note; i follow baseball religiously during the season. That is a major part of my life. I want to be a photographer/broadcaster when I grow up so that’s fun.

What's the first thing you notice about people:

Probably their height. I like to tower over people but I’m average height.

What's your eye color:

Hazel, but per hazel eye laws it looks green, m

vomit, and brown depending on the day

Scary movies or happy endings:

Happy endings but with drama mixed in.

Any special talents:

I can draw hands and I can make people laugh(half of the time i intend for them to laugh)

Where were you born:

Georgetown hospital in Washington DC

What are your hobbies:

Watching baseball, tumblr, reading, drawing, and annoying people

Do you have pets:

No.

How tall are you:

I’m five foot seven. In meters that is 170.18

Favorite subject in school:

History or English

Dream job:

Sports photographer. Right now I will settle for nothing else.

No pressure tags callout: @henrythepug@newtness532@minyyard@theworldneedsocean@queen-of-hearts-lemon-tarts@autisticbpd@emry-stars@crystallizedtwilight@esuterunokitsune@cleverclove@sensettia@sloppy-tomato-675@crying-in-converse@mariecrystalstar@iriswords

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Thank yew for the tag!

Are you named after anyone? No, my parents liked this name.

When was the last time you cried? 2 days ago, when I found out that my best friend is gender and homophobic.

Do you have kids? No and I don't want any.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? Pfftt, not even a bit!

What sports do you play/have played? Volleyball

What's the first thing you notice about people? Probably their attitude.

What's your eye color? sometimes it's green, sometimes it's blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? The second one.

Any special talents? I can see through people easily and control them.

Where were you born? in Hungary

What are your hobbies? reading, writing, listening to music, drawing, pretending to be hetero

Do you have pets? A cutie little cat

How tall are you? 5.2 (161 cms. Im short ik)

Favorite subject in school? HISTORY

Dream job? Something related to historical fashion, but I don't really have plans, I like to improvise

Tagging: @lactoset0lerant @adweirdod @dont-call-me-tiny @incognitofox @lehhoh7822 @theflowersonfire @therealkachingg @willowshimmer @noelslamentonsteroids @time-is-a-weird-soup @izzyreallyluvsu @meerawrites @ridethatcyclone @rickypawtts @fucking-gay-frogs (no pressure!)

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ty for the tag @theworldneedsocean !!!

Are you named after anyone? i know my middle name is, but no clue about my first name

When was the last time you cried? literally last night, i cry very easily ;v;

Do you have kids? oh gee i wonder (no!)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? if you look up just a tiny bit, you will find your answer (hell yeah.)

What sports do you play/have played? i’m a swimmer, but i did track, soccer, and gymnastics.

What's the first thing you notice about people? i guess the way they talk to me?

What's your eye color? brown with a little hint of green

Scary movies or happy endings? they’re both great, but i don’t like movies, so ;v;

Any special talents? i mean… i’m a really fast swimmer, and i’m in the top 5% of fastest U.S swimmers for my age…

Where were you born? america… i’m not giving you guys my coordinates /lh

What are your hobbies? swimming, cooking, writing, drawing,

Do you have pets? yes! i have 5 chickens and a dog

How tall are you? i am 5’5” (165.1 cm)

Favorite subject in school? english!

Dream job? probably a swim coach

@foxxipheonix @itsjustjo78 @shadowspirez @genderlesssnake @finallyheereandqueer @william-austin @anonyb0b @thetheatergremlin @bakurapika @2fresh2pure @one-big-dark-room @henryzin @kitkats-little-blog @puekjh @enderwasended

sorry for the tags y’all! ;v;

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Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is, but my middle name also makes me dysphoric af, so you're not allowed to know

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, because I was spiralling

Do you have kids?

No lol

What sports do you play/have played?

None, I'm absolutely horrible at sports, like literally any type of sport.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

How loud they are, and how extroverted they are

What's your eye color?

I have central heterochromia, the outer ring is this weird turquoisish colour, and the inner ring is light brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't really like movies, and I honestly prefer bittersweet endings

Any special talents?

I'm pretty good at music ig

Where were you born?

In a hospital

What are your hobbies?

Currently mainly singing, playing my instruments, drawing, and acting i guess

Do you have pets?

Nope

How tall are you?

5'1"/1,55m

Favorite subject in school?

Social studies

Dream job?

Something with chemistry

@milolovesbmc @mynameismicah-getitright @sea-jello fuck this shit idk who to add

hehehehe hi jello pook imy

Are younamed after anyone?

yes actually, my cousin Brian who died before I met him, and my middle name is after both of my grammas

When was the last time you cried?

friday. I cried because I missed my little real in person crush (not mf, crazy, I know)

Do you have kids?

no, but I do eventually want kids.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

no I love everyone and everything!!!!!!!!!

What sports do you play/have played?

varisty sideline cheer!!!! I actually love it tbh.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

UHHHHH vibes ig???

What's your eye color?

shit brown or hazel depending if it's summer or not

Scary movies or happy endings?

HAPPY ENDINGS DUH????

Any special talents?

i do musical theater, and I do choir!

Where were you born?

the hell that is oh*o (mike come get me out of here)

What are your hobbies?

music, dancing, mike faist, kurtis connor, and pasta.

Do you have pets?

i have 3 cats, Hella chickens, 1 pig, and a succulent

How tall are you?

no

Favorite subject in school?

history or choir

Dream job?

a: musical theater

b: property management

I know 4 people, thanks for the tag bookie!!!

@pinklemonslices @diorgirl444 @iamsoupohno

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @oh-goodness-loki - TYSM dear!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? No... my Mom liked the name. (I hate it btw, and have taken on another in day-to-day life.)

2. When was the last time you cried? The other day, watching "For all mankind" (which is better than I had thought it would be?!)

3. Do you have kids? A daughter.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? MEEEEEE???? ^^

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to ride. Stopped when I got pregnant.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they hold eye-contact, maybe?

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends. I don't like torture movies, but I do not like overly saccharine stuff either. Aliens as a prime example for both?! :)

9. Any special talents? Errr.... I used to have a lyrical soprano... wanted to be an opera singer once upon a time.

10. Where were you born? Skipping, sorry.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, video games, music, vampires. I also read a lot.

12. Do you have pets? I have a cat, Mo.

13. How tall are you? 5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school? Biology and philosophy

15. Dream job? Not sure. I used to love my job a lot, but now it's more and more meetings and... well.

Tagging:

@prigorie @isabellehemlock @lynnenne, @thefairylights @slutaciouslestat @inkyblotposts @burstingbone @blackgirlasis @alcassin @shashiatnight @anannua @dreamofme9 @danissa10 @redversaillesrose @onlymywishfulthinking ... and whoever wants to!

(Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, obviously^^)

[fugos-lil-fork]

Some Random Mista Headcanons! (Some r kinda NOT SFW)

Has definitely thought about getting a navel piercing

I wouldn't say he's really clingy?( At least not in the level i hc Nara to be where he'd definitely want/need to know where his s/o is at, at all times in fear of them suddenly abandoning him-) But like, Mista does like it/feels relieved when his s/o updates him on where they're at/what they're doing just bc of y'know, mafia- And he's been left a bit traumatize by witnessing what had happened to the woman he saved, that he's afraid anyone he loves could suddenly have that happened to them and he, or someone like him, wont be there to save/help them.

Bc of that, I also think he absolutely hates ppl that get too handsy immediately. It's not jealousy, he's just genuinely afraid of his loved one being taken advantage of/being forced into do something they don't want to do.

Mf turns every game between him and s/o into a stripping game 💀

Absolutely adores PDA- (obviously I mean, I hc that mans has a thing for fucking in public so why wouldn't he love PDA?-)

I hc that this boi grew up with multiple siblings- Which is a reason why he's so over his stand. They just remind him of his siblings and bc he has younger siblings, he knows how to take care of them.

He loves the beach... Just that-

Mista keeps condoms in his boots. He sometimes accidentally pulls them out instead of his bullets 💀

The pistols always snitch on him, how he's feeling, and embarrassing shit he's done/said.

Definitely owns thongs-

He definitely has a playlist for when he wants to get down and dirty either with himself or someone else-

Ik this man's gropes his s/o on a regular basis 💀 Just a quick grab, squeeze, or smack of certain areas 😭

I ACTUALLY GIVE CREDIT TO MY FRIEND FOR THIS ONE- He hc that when Mista's desperately lonely and depressed about his s/o being away for so long, he goes as far as fucking his own pillow 💀 (that poor innocent pillow, #JusticeForMista'sPillow)

Kinda rare for him to call his s/o by their name. He absolutely prefers to use pet names/endearing names.

Man's jerks off twice a day, maybe three if wakes up to morning wood-

Definitely owns porn magazines (mf stole them tho-)

He owns two tube tops-

He has a BIG family. Aside from having a couple siblings, his older siblings have children. Has quite a bit of aunts and uncles as well as cousins. Yet, no one knows about his "profession". He simply tells them he works for a company that requires his to travel quite a bit. And whatever scars they're able to point out on him he shrugs them off as scars from guys trying to mug him.

He has a genuinely wholesome relationship with his family. The only reason they hadn't been able to bail him out of jail when he was thrown in it was because they didn't have the money to do so. However, they're all extremely proud of him for saving the woman.

He "worked" at a small family business growing up. (Worked, in quotes, bc he mostly goofed around or just lounged around in the back lmao-)

Has a family tradition where his entire family meets up at one of their homes just so they can all see and bond with each other. Obviously, he always goes, and has dragged the Bucci gang to it before. (Fugo and Abbacchio agreed that never again- Narancia loved how sweet and fun everyone was- And everyone demanded for Bruno return next time-)

He isn't sure if he wants children or not (biologically or otherwise) because he, obviously, loves the energy his big ass family brings. But, he also understands the reality of his line of work. Though, his family constantly pressure him to have kids one day.

✨Bi King✨

He's never out right said he's fruity to his family- He's heavily implied it to them. Some of them understand and actually accept him (bc they been knew ever since he started dressing himself up-) but others still don't get it and think he only gets pussy- (those who don't understand r actually the ones that pressure him the most to have kids 💀)

His mom and dad have known since day one that he also liked dick-

His siblings bet on whether he's gonna end up marrying a guy or a girl (some bet he's gonna stay a hoe and never get married-)

Spoils his family thanks to Mafia money

Sweats SUPER easily, that's the real reason he gets rlly stinky

Despite being naturally really warm, he loves warm clothing even during the summer (another reason as to why he gets stinky so quickly/easily)

Has absolutely no clue how to match outfits- He just throws on the first items he sees and since he considers his clothing nice/attractive clothing, he figures it all matches/goes together (it doesn't.)

Man's sleeps ONLY with boxers (or butt-naked-) and no blankets. Only uses the thinnest blanket known to man in the winter-

Absolute sucker for men in fancy ass suits. He somehow finds them as sexy as lingerie

Y'know how u fall asleep one place then wake up in your room? It's him. He's the one carrying you to bed whenever you fall asleep somewhere else-

He gossips a shit ton. But he's slightly better at keeping secrets than Narancia- The only reason he'd tell is if he's bored and wants to start up ✨drama✨ or the person who the secret came from pissed him off and he decides to expose them

Pretends to be in serious pain when he's not just so he could hog his s/o's undivided attention and they can shower him with physical affection-

He owns a motorcycle but only uses it on his days off when he goes out and to show it off

He's a soar loser- If he loses at a game he'd definitely start being like "Yeah... This game isn't really fun. Let's do something else"

Loves to leave bite marks on his s/o's thighs, neck, and shoulders

Needs to take at least one nap a day with his s/o, doesn't matter how long it is. He n e e d s it-

Can and does stick other stuff into his pants when he gets tired of holding them instead of using his pockets like a normal person

One of his favorite animated movies is definitely Sausage Party 😭

Every time he has sex in a multiple of four, he gets an STI 💀

[hillnerd]

I'm not sure if this has been explored yet, but how do you picture an AU where, instead of Harry being the orphaned Chosen One, it was Ron? I've seen posts on what Harry's personality would be like if he weren't so traumatized from the get-go, and I'm wondering about how Ron's personality would change if he didn't have Molly and Arthur in his life (or even his siblings)! It's sort of a swap AU that I haven't really seen others discuss.

This one got away from me and I ended up writing a 3k AU ficlet!

I think a LOT of it would depend on who he grows up with instead.

Uncle Bilius or Aunt Muriel are the ones we know- but there might be other Weasleys he'd grow up with- but I can see Aunt Muriel feeling entitled to taking him. And Bilius (who I always pictured as dying from complications of alcoholism in the series)  after losing his brother Arthur, Bilius sees this poor kid trapped with Muriel and decides to sober up so he can be there for Ron.

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Ron Weasley, the Boy Who Lived

“So I’ve performed a kingside castling. What do you do?” Uncle Bilius asked.

“I’m moving out my knight to F6,” Ron replied, watching as the piece moved into the place.

“Then I’m moving my queen to E2 to protect my bishop,” said Uncle Bilius, a smile on his scruffy face. “Congratulations, you’re setting up a Siberian Trap!”

Ron beamed. He loved it when Uncle Bilius would come over to their house. It was rare he had company aside from the random Weasley cousin— but they never wanted to stay around long since Aunt Muriel was a battle axe.

They continued and Ron quickly won the game. He wasn’t very good at remembering the names for the different strategies, but he was good at executing them.

“That was very good, Ron! You been reading that book I gave you?”

“Er… Not really,” Ron said with a sheepish shrug. 

“Instinctively knew it? Fucking brilliant,” said the older man with a shake of his shaggy head. “You keep it up and you could be a World Champion.”

Ron’s face warmed at the compliment. 

“Ronald!” came a piercing yell from the other room making both of them wince.

“Coming, Aunt Muriel!” he called back.

“Been having fun with your Uncle Bilius for too long?” Bilus asked with a rueful grin.

“Yeah…” Ron smiled before his face fell. “I think I have a piano lesson coming up.”

“Do you enjoy playing piano?”

He gave a shrug. “Not really.”

It’s not like his opinion on anything mattered. There were certain things he was supposed to do and so he did them.

Aunt Muriel would remind him quite often he had to live his life for everyone that had died— so that meant doing all the things they hadn’t and succeeding at them. He needed to be familiar with all the refined activities, do well in all his studies, be respectable and know the right people by name.

Ron was familiar enough with all the refined stuff. He did very well with his tutor, but that was mostly because Mr Lupin was a brilliant teacher and not because Ron was all that good of a student. As for respectability, it mostly came down to if his shoes were polished and his hair was combed right, if Aunt Muriel’s assessments had anything to do with it— and he was far sloppier than she liked and ‘far more Weasley than Prewitt!’ The right people tended to be blood-purist prigs from Bilius’s descriptions, and definitely didn’t include his Uncle Bilius. He never got to meet the right people, of course, because he never got to meet anyone. 

Bilius walked him to Aunt Muriel who was seated at her usual high back chair. She was dressed up so that meant proper company was coming.

“Took you long enough!” Muriel said, tapping her cane in front of her with both hands.

“Ron’s really coming along with his chess!” Bilius told her patting Ron on the shoulder.

"Which has little to do with you, I'm sure, Bilius,” she said with an eye roll. 

“Quite right! The lad’s a natural. He’s able to do all sorts of incredibly advanced strategies without even looking at the books we give him.”

“Imagine what he’d do if he ever sat down and actually read.”

“I read,” Ron answered.

 She gave a particularly powerful glare.

“Comics don’t count!”

“I read real books!" he declared before quietly adding, "I just haven’t read the chess ones much.”

She rolled her eyes. She did that a lot when he spoke. She mostly wanted reports of what he’d accomplished that day. Anything else just seemed to annoy her.

“When you get to Hogwarts we’ll see how your lack of discipline goes without a firm hand to bring you to task.”

“Give him a break, Muriel,” Bilius said, hand still on Ron’s shoulder.

“Oh? Should we just let him be a idler like his—”

“You won’t be insulting Arthur, you old bag!” Bilius roared, standing taller to his full height, chest puffing up and sizable midsection nearly toppling Ron over. “He was one of the best men in this world. Just because he didn’t have old money like you he gets trashed, but he was smart and hard working and brave and Ron’s every inch like him.”

Ron didn’t know what to do when he was compared to his dad like this. Part of him liked it— liked thinking there was any connection to his dad besides his coloring and height. But came the sting that he’d never really know if it was true. For all he knew, Bilius was just saying it to tee Muriel off. 

“Tea!” she declared, looking quite scandalized by Bilius’s impertinence. 

No matter how often they butted heads nor how often she noted how awful Bilius was, she still let him come around for some reason. Ron didn’t care why, he was just happy to have any company at all.

—--------

September first finally arrived, and with it excitement and dread. He wanted to do his family proud, he wanted to make friends, and he desperately wanted a chance to be away from Aunt Muriel… And then there was the ‘boy-who-lived’ bit of things.

It was easy to spot him— tall and gangling with freckles and bright red hair— the two times he’d been allowed out and about in Wizarding society he was inundated with random people wanting to shake his hand and pay respects and talk about his dead family. He’d awkwardly shake hands and say ‘thanks’ after old ladies would cry on him, saying how tragic it all was and how honored they were to meet him, which made zero sense because all he’d done is not die. He hadn’t done anything at all to do it either. 

Bilius brought him to the station as Muriel had little interest in ‘finagling with teeming crowds of children and their overly emotional parents.’ 

“Got everything packed?”

“Yeah I think so,” said Ron, adjusting his shoulder bag and looking around the platform. Everyone else was surrounded by family. 

Just down the way was a little boy around his age. He had messy black hair and was laughing as a little redheaded toddler with equally wild hair hung from his hand. Another pudgy blonde boy had a pair of parents hugging him and handing him a toad.

“Chin up, lad,” Bilius said, giving him a little cuff to the chin. “You’re gonna have a fine time! Meet some kids your own age, maybe blow up a cauldron or two, get to fly without Muriel chasing us with her cane.”

“Ye-eah,” Ron laughed, picturing the last time they’d taken his broom out and he’d accidentally snipped the top of her hedge with his broom. 

Looking around to make sure no one saw, Ron put his arms around his Uncle’s full middle and gave him a hug which was firmly returned. 

“Write me when you feel like it,” his Uncle said, a little hoarse. 

“I will,” Ron told him earnestly. “See you at Christmas!”

Ron pushed his cart further down the train then realized he had to get his trunk on board and it might be a hair difficult. He turned around to ask for Bilius’s help, but his Uncle was already gone. 

With a sigh, Ron started attempting to pull the trunk onto the train. He was strong, but it was awkward and not going well when his trainer slipped and he ended up arse-flat on the ground.

“Ron, are you alright?” came a familiar hoarse voice.

He looked up into the face of, “Mr Lupin! What’re you doing here?”

Mr Lupin was looking a bit shabby and tired, but otherwise in good spirits. 

“I’m here to see my friend’s son off. He’s a first year, like you. I bet you two would like each other,” he said looking around himself. “Here, Harry! Come over, there’s someone I’d like you to meet!”

The same wild haired boy from before came running up.

“Harry, this is Ron. He’ll be in first year with you. He’s the boy I told you about.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said with a smile and a handshake. “Are you the one who’s so good at chess?”

Ron looked at Remus, surprised he’d been talked about enough for someone else to remember facts. “I’m pretty good, yeah.”

“If you have a set we can play it on the train ride there. My dad says it’s an awfully long ride.”

“I’ve got one,” Ron replied, patting his bag. 

“Great! Let’s put you in with me, then,” said Harry, pulling out his wand. “I’ll help with your trunk.”

“Ah ah ah,” came a woman’s voice. She had long red hair and eyes just like Harry’s. She quickly lifted the wand from his hand. “No wand work until you’re on the train! How many times have I had to tell you?”

“Sorry, Mum,” said Harry, but he didn’t look all that sorry. 

“He’s gotta get the practice in sometime, Lils,” a man who could only be Harry’s father said, toddler on his hip. He and Harry looked exactly alike, except for the green eyes. 

“Yes, and that practice will be. On. The. Train,” Mrs Potter gritted out.

Mr Potter gave a besotted grin then waved his wand— with a Leviosa the trunk was put inside the train.

“Well, come and say goodbye,” Mrs Potter said, reaching out her arms towards her son.

Ron felt a pang as he saw Mr and Mrs Potter hugging their son, and the little toddler using this as an opportunity to grab Harry’s glasses.

“Reee,” she squealed, wilding waving them and nearly poking herself in the eye. The family all laughed and nuzzled her, and his parents looked so content. Had Ron’s parents been that happy? Had he grabbed glasses off of his brother’s face? Had his mother given him warm hugs and admonished the boys as they got up to no good? Had his father had a little mischief in his eye as he indulged them all?

Realizing he’d been staring for too long, Ron quickly boarded the train and found his seat. 

Mr Lupin came into the compartment, and looked around with a smile. “These compartments haven’t changed at all.”

Ron gave a shrug and looked out the window at all the families, realizing he could still hear the Potters.

“Try not to get into too much trouble,” said Mrs Potter.

“At least, don’t get caught!” said Mr Potter. Mrs Potter let out a little groan but quickly they were all laughing. “And Harry, there’s something else. The boy you were just introduced to was Ron Weasley.”

“What?” Harry asked, voice high. “The Boy-Who—”

“The very same,” said his father sounding more serious. “He doesn’t need you making a big fuss about that or asking rude questions.”

“I wouldn’t do that!” Harry protested.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Mrs Potter assured him. “Just be kind. He’s not had it easy.”

Ron’s face steadily pinked up.

“Have a wonderful time at Hogwarts,” Lupin said, with a pat to Ron’s shoulder, clearly having heard everything too. His once-tutor moved with greater speed than Ron had ever seen off the train. He could hear Lupin’s voice loudly say, “Well, Harry! What house are you hoping to be in?”

Ron smiled, realizing Lupin had given him time to recover and sort himself before Harry got to the compartment.

As the train got going, one of Harry’s friends, Neville Longbottom joined them as well. He’d seen him with his toad on the platform. 

“Where’s your toad at?” Ron asked, as he fiddled with his chess set, not wanting to force it on anyone. 

“My — Oh no!” Neville moaned before giving a smile. “He’s always hopping off. My Uncle Algie gave him to me. Bit of a pest, really.”

Ron had never had a pet. He’d hoped Muriel would allow him an owl, but she’d pointed out he knew no one to correspond with besides her, so what was the point? Maybe he’d get an owl after he’d made friends. If he made friends, Ron hastily corrected.

“Let’s look for him,” Harry said, getting up. 

Neville and Harry quickly strode into the corridor, leaving Ron holding his closed chess set.

“Ron, you coming?” Harry asked, poking his head into the compartment.

“Oh right!” Ron said, happy to be included. “What’s it named?”

“Trevor,” Neville sighed before calling the name down the corridor. 

They’d been looking for a while when they saw a group of boys all in wizards robes blocking the corridor, backs to them. The one in the middle looked about their age and had bright blonde hair. 

Probably a Malfoy Ron thought to himself.

The other two weren’t distinguishing to look at other than their pure bulk and resemblance to a pair of bodyguards. Both were as tall as Ron and nearly twice as wide.

 Behind them came a wobbly high pitched voice saying, “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me pass!”

The boys gave a mocking laugh, and one of the bodyguards did a high pitched impression of the voice.

“Clearly, friendless and Muggleborn,” the blonde said with a derisive snort. “I mean, look at its clothes!”

Ron stepped forward, his fist clenching, but Harry burst ahead.

“Hey! What’re you doing, Malfoy?” Harry barked, marching over, his wand already drawn.

“Ohhh, if it isn’t Potty,” Malfoy said, turning around with a horrible sneer on his face. “I’m surprised they let you come to Hogwarts. I was pretty sure your Mudblood mum was going to keep you running around in the mud with Muggles.”

Ron and Neville both gasped at the horrible display of racism, but Harry was already letting a jinx out of his wand. One of the bodyguards around Malfoy managed to deflect the spell right into the person the group had been bullying; with a horrid squeal the little girl fell to the ground.

Draco’s wand was out, but Harry followed up the missed jinx with a punch. Neville joined him and soon the corridor was nothing but fists and swears. 

Ron gave a good step on Malfoy’s head as he went to the crying girl on the ground.

“You okay?” he asked.

She had a pair of antlers growing from her bushy brown hair, and her teeth had turned into chipmunk teeth.

“I don’t know,” she whimpered, tentatively feeling the antlers. A few Prefects had come into the corridor and were pulling the boys apart. 

“What are you blithering idiots thinking!” a burly Scottish Gryffindor Prefect said, pulling Harry off of Malfoy.

“He was bullying that girl, then he called my mum an M-word!” Harry snarled, aiming a kick at one of the bodyguards on the floor.

“Did he now?” the prefect said. “Well… Well, don’t fight in the corridors then.”

“Whaaad?” Malfoy cried out, blood gushing from his nose. “He hid me in the nose! He needs a dedenshun!”

“Aye, but it’s a bit early for that without you being even sorted into houses. Doesnae start the year well, ye ken?” he said, shaking his head and casting an Episkey on Malfoy and Neville who both had bloody noses. The prefect struggled with the girl’s antlers before giving up. “Now eff off to your compartments! I need to plan out my Quidditch team!”

“But- but I still have horns!” the girl squealed from behind her hands. 

“And teeth,” Ron added. 

She felt her teeth before flushing a deep radish color and her eyes becoming glossy. “No. Those were there to begin with.”

Ron went nearly the same color of radish as she. “Right. Erm, Harry— you know how to fix the antlers?”

Harry had just finished repairing his glasses and raised his wand. “Yeah. Mum always makes me learn the counterjinxes.”

She glared at Harry as he undid the spell and the antlers started to shrink.

“Might take a bit for those to go away entirely. And sorry about that. It was meant for Malfoy.”

“You’re not supposed to do spells in the corridor!” she said, poking her finger in Harry’s face. 

Harry rolled his eyes. “Right. Ron, want to play chess?”

“Erm, sure. Yeah,” Ron said looking back to the bucktoothed girl. Malfoy had said she was friendless and Muggleborn. That couldn’t be an easy combination to start the year with. He knew what it was to be friendless. He’d been that his whole life. And his dad had always loved Muggles and Muggleborns according to Bilius. “Do you want to come with us? Play some chess?”

Harry gave him a look that clearly said not to do it. Ron ignored him.

“I would, but I found this toad,” she said, pulling a toad from her pocket. “I need to find its owner.”

“It’s Trevor!” Neville said, wiping the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand, then thrusting the bloody hand towards the girl. She shriveled with distaste at the bloody hand.

“I’ll get it.” Ron grabbed the toad and handed it to Neville. “We were looking for Neville’s toad when we ran into you.”

“Thanks for keeping him from being squished during the fight,” Neville beamed.

“So, you want to sit with us?” Ron asked the girl again. She looked at the unwelcoming Harry and bloody Neville, then at Ron, biting her lip.

“Alright,” she said, a small smile on her face, before thrusting her hand out. “I’m Hermione Granger.”

“I’m Ron. Ron Weasley,” he replied, shaking her hand.

“Are you really?” Neville asked as they went into the compartment. “I’ve read so much about you!” Hermione said, a broad grin on her face. “I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century!”

[END]

author's note So that was a fun little exploration.

Harry is much more forthright and prone to spell around as he's grown up with James Lily and Sirius all being so brilliant - and he's a bit more prone to speak his mind as he's more confident- so some more snark and lack of control on his part.

Ron is more shy and less prone to use his fists because he didn't grow up in a rowdy house- he's a bit less prone to speak his mind and more likely to sit back and observe. He's a much sadder Ron, and still insecure because he didn't get much socialization with peers- so he's a bit more patient and empathetic to Hermione.

Neville is much less shy and insecure- he's a bit more clueless and 'boyish' and confident- and just generally happier.

Also had Oliver Wood make an appearance as well as Remus.

Bilius was fun to write too

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Lost Years

Summary - After spending five years in LA, Dean comes back to Lawrence and meets up with his bestfriend or rather his then bestfriend. Y/N isn't exactly happy on seeing Dean either. Will he be able to fix his strained relationship with her?

Pairing - Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - Cheesy fluff, angst, mentions of unrequited love, mentions of divorce, parents separation, drinking, bad dates, kissing, unprotected sex 18+ (wrap it before you tap it), p in v smut, oral sex (fem receiving), sex in the Impala.

WC - 5.3k+ (....oops)

Square filled - Angst ( @girl-next-door-writes ) and “Why the fuck would you laugh at that?” ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is my submission to @downanddirtydean's 500 followers writing challenge (Congratulations again, Lyd). Prompt is in bold.

This is an AU. Flashbacks are in Italics.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thank you so much, hon) and thank you to @whatareyousearchingfordean for giving this a read and leaving some valuable comments❤️

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Fuckin’ brilliant!” A weary exclamation left the woman's mouth as she read the text displayed on the device's screen in her hand.

There was a very significant reason why she didn't believe in blind dates, but Jo had been stubborn and insistent. And with Valentine's Day approaching, Y/N didn't want to spend the day in her pjs, crying over The Notebook again. So she had agreed to give a chance to Jo’s friend, or to be more precise, her friend's cousin. His name was Gabriel, and from what she had heard from her mutual friend circle, he seemed to be a decent guy.

But now all she wanted was to go back in time and change her decision to give into Jo’s request, because looking at the empty chair in front of her, she regretted allowing her friend to even try to interfere in her love life.

She signaled the waiter to bring over her check after downing the entire glass of wine. The restaurant was quite busy tonight. It was packed with people on this fine Saturday evening - from lovestruck couples to families with crying kids, Y/N found herself feeling quite lonely as she had stupidly waited on her date to show up for such a long time. Heat crept up her neck in embarrassment when the waiter showed up, the latter’s eyes filled with sympathy as Y/N paid the price of her drink.

Within no time, she was out of the restaurant.

Glancing down at her green dress, she swore under her breath. She tried to book a cab to return to the comfort of her home when her eyes caught the glowing signboard of The Roadhouse right around the corner of the street. The only thing she could think of was to get black-out drunk now. Y/N, still in her high heels, trudged down the path to Ellen’s bar.

Dressed up all for nothing. Rolling her eyes at herself, she went inside the establishment, heading straight towards the counter and taking a seat there. Like any other weekend nights, the place was stuffed. Y/N let her eyes trail over the many patrons of the dingy bar, landing finally on the middle-aged brunette who ran the place

“Ellen!” She called out to the woman.

“Hey, honey,” she approached Y/N, all the while glaring daggers at the drunk she had just previously been arguing with, “A bit overdressed for this place, don't ya think?”

“Your daughter is officially fired from matchmaking services,” Y/N sighed.

“Boy troubles, huh? What can I get ya, hon?” Sympathy was evident in Ellen’s eyes as she spoke. Y/N was as much of a daughter to her as Jo was. The girl had been through so much heartbreak, all Ellen wanted was to see a smile on her face.

“The usual,” Y/N gave a sad smile.

“Rough night indeed, huh?” She raised an eyebrow. The woman in question shrugged defeatedly. Ellen patted her arm in comfort before she left her to arrange for her drink, leaving Y/N to wallow in self-pity.

She thought back to when her life had taken such a traumatic turn. All her friends were either getting engaged, married, or popping out kids. But not Y/n... she was in her late twenties now, and she couldn't even find herself an eligible man.

Ellen pushed the glass towards her. Sighing, she picked it up as she admired the liquid in it. She drank slowly, every sip creating a burning sensation at the back of her throat. Fingers still wrapped around the glassware, she set it down, looking around the bar. The place was filled with mad chatters and howling laughs along with the music blasting from the stereo placed on the deck inside the room, a stark contrast to how lonely she felt. She signaled Ellen for another round, who nodded before giving her that sad understanding smile Y/N was now starting to hate. Frowning, she dropped her head and exhaled.

“Sweetheart, where did that pretty smile for yours go?” Y/N was quickly pulled out from her daze by a very familiar voice; a voice she hadn't heard in a few years. It couldn't be him, he was supposed to be in LA!

“Ella?” The term of endearment brought back dozens of memories, some good and some bad, but all were about him - the freckled face teenage boy with dirty blonde hair and eyes as green as the forest in the summertime she had once fallen for. It brought up the painful memory of their first meet which she had tried to forget so hard.

She remembered the day of their first drama practice when Dean had grudgingly walked into the room. He had reluctantly agreed to play the Prince in the Cinderella act after Cas who was supposed to be the Prince had accidentally ended up with a broken leg. He didn’t know her name, so he had called her ‘Ella’ to get her attention which was the start of their epic friendship.

Y/N didn't dare to turn around to look at him, after all, he wasn't the scrawny teenager from Lawrence anymore. He was now the lead singer and guitarist of a popular rock band with a fancy name and songs that were in the top ten of Billboard music charts. Yes, she did keep up with his rising fame, sometimes even listening to one of his songs before she was once again reminded of the heartbreak he had caused.

“You can't even look at me.” His voice was barely a whisper but loud enough for her to hear as he slid into the stool beside her.

Gathering enough courage, she raised her head. “Dean.” His name rolled off her tongue so easily, but her heart ached for the past. Dean cracked a smile at her as his emerald eyes did not leave hers once. It was as if he was memorizing every tiny detail of her face and if anyone would've asked him, he would've replied that he was.

Y/N hadn't changed much over the years he had spent in LA. She was still the same girl he had first met in school and the last time he had seen her at their graduation. She was a shy girl but they had clicked instantly. Growing up, she was his best friend, his person, his escape.

“Dean Winchester has walked into my bar. Must be my lucky day!” Ellen’s voice thundered across the room, grabbing the attention of a few intoxicated people. “How's LA treating you, boy?”

“Ellen! It's awesome to see you again.” A grin broke out on Dean's face as he jumped out of his seat and pulled the lady into a bear hug. “LA’s pretty okay. It is as good as the industry can be.”

“Heard some of your songs, I knew you had the talent,” Ellen said, jabbing her finger into his chest to prove her point. “Now what can I get ya? On the house.”

“A beer will be just fine. Don't want to show up to the Winchester house drunk!” He chuckled.

“Alright, coming right up. Y/N, honey, you want another round or a glass of water?” The lady asked.

“I'll be leaving in a few. Glass of water it is, El.” She replied but was then interrupted by Dean.

“One drink, with me. It's on me, Ella.” There it was again, that fucking name. A few years ago, that name would have made her cheeks heat up but now, it just made her blood boil. She clenched her hand into fists, tears pricking at her eyes as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Do not call me that.” She hissed, surprising Dean. Y/N turned towards the man, finally taking a good look at him. He had changed a lot, had become more handsome but LA had not modified his clothing style because he was still wearing his signature flannel and jeans accompanied by a jacket. She wondered how many girls had stopped him for a picture or an autograph on his way back to Lawrence, jealousy seeping into her. She hated the way he still had that effect on her.

“Y/N-” She knew what he was going to say. ‘I am sorry’, but she wasn't ready to forgive him now, if ever.

“No. Don't.” She stopped him mid-sentence, hands digging into her purse as she pulled out the money for her drinks, dropping them on the counter.

“El, I am going home.” Ellen, who was silently watching their whole exchange, nodded her head before asking, “Want me to call a cab for you?”

“No. I'm going to crash at your place. I need to have a word with Jo.” Y/N said since it was near impossible for her to walk back to her house, considering she was quite tipsy and still in heels, but she also didn't want to wait until the woman called a cab with Dean Winchester anywhere nearby. After getting her belongings, she got out of the barstool and left the place on wobbly legs. Her feet would no doubt be screaming in pain the next day.

Stepping out, she inhaled deeply, letting a few tears fall as the cool air hit her face. After their graduation, Y/N had sworn she would try her best to forget the older Winchester. She wasn't quite successful in her aim, because many times she would come across his gorgeous face on the cover of a magazine or his song would be playing on the radio, striking up old memories of their time spent together in high school.

Still lost in her thoughts, she took a step forward, only to misjudge the cobblestone path and end up losing her balance. She braced herself for the impending fall but was saved by a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.

“Watch your step, sweetheart,” Dean said, letting her down gently. “Lemme see, did you hurt your ankle?” He went down on his knees in front of her, pulling a low gasp out of her as he examined her feet.

“Were you following me?” Y/N gritted out those words.

“No.” He shook his head but she clearly saw through the lie.

“I’m fine. You can go now.” She said, her eyes looking everywhere but the man.

“Come on, don't be so stubborn. Get in the car, I'll drop you off at your house or Jo’s place if you want.” He said looking up, trying to catch her eyes but she was adamant about not giving him that satisfaction. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, lips quivering before she answered.

“Leave me alone.” She muttered, a tear running down her cheek. All that preparation for not breaking down in front of Dean and her body still betrayed her. The man got up. Y/N noticed that he was now wearing a cap, probably to hide from any bystander who might recognize him.

“Y/N/N, I-” Dean was at a loss of words. He hated seeing her so heartbroken and he loathed himself for being the cause of it. He tried to reach out and hold her hand but she recoiled back, making him wince. “Please, Ella.”

“Stop calling me that, Winchester. How many times do I have to repeat that?” Her voice came out as a little whine, making Dean chuckle. He missed it - her tone, the timbre, the intensity in her pitch, and the words it said, which used to be his voice of reason; he missed his best friend. “Why the fuck would you laugh at that? I am not doing stand up comedy out here.” Y/N was still the strong-headed girl he adored.

“You'll probably hurt yourself if you walk in those heels again with how tipsy you are right now. Get in the car, I know you missed cruising around the town in Baby because she missed you for sure.” And that thankfully got the exact reaction out of her that he had anticipated. She finally looked right at him, her face lit up at the pretense of seeing the beloved black car again.

“I thought she was in LA with you.” Y/N said and then it dawned on her, “Did you drive across the States?”

“Damn right I did!” He beamed in reply like he had won a trophy, his heart swelling with happiness when he saw the smile forming on her face mixed with awe and surprise. He still had to go a long way to get her back, but he had to take baby steps. At least he managed to make her smile. “So? Want to go out, just like the old times?”

The smile instantly disappeared from Y/N’s lips and Dean knew he fucked up right then. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the good ol’ days. “Sweetheart, I'm sorry-”

“Just drop me off at Jo’s. That's it.” She said, lowering her gaze. He waved her over to the direction where his car was parked. Y/N started to walk along as Dean wordlessly followed her.

Y/N felt a wave of nausea hit her. She didn't do well in social gatherings and this was her graduation ceremony. One wrong step, one wrong word, or a wardrobe malfunction, and the day could turn into a disaster in an instant.

“Honey, you're gonna be excellent out there! We're all very proud of you.” Mary said while hugging Y/N tightly as they both waited on the former's older son to come downstairs who was running late, as usual. She had grown incredibly close to the Winchester family over the years. They were her rock, especially Dean who was there with her at every step as she went through the separation of her parents.

“Are you and John going to join my parents at the ceremony? Someone needs to stop them before they end up killing each other.” She grimaced.

“Isn't this going to be the first time they are together in one single room, since their….you know-” Sam asked as he came out of the kitchen, a green smoothie in his hands. Dean might have been her best friend, her confidante, but Sam was the little brother she never thought she needed.

“First get that green drink outta my sight, I already feel like I'm gonna throw up. Second, you can speak about the divorce. It's not taboo and it was a long time coming. Everyone knew that.” Y/N reluctantly said. The separation of her parents might have been foreseeable but, nevertheless, it still hurt her to see her parents walkout in two separate ways once the divorce was finalized. The house had become much quieter these days which she was thankful for but she also felt the evident absence of her father.

“Mom and Dad will definitely be there!” Dean announced loudly as he came down the stairs. “Come on let's go. Don't wanna be late for our own graduation ceremony!” She could always count on him to make her day better.

“I should have told you.”

“W-what?” Y/N asked dumbfoundedly as Dean’s gruff voice broke her out of the reverie and pulled her back to reality. A minute passed when she noticed even if his hands were on the steering, he wasn't driving anymore.

“This-” she looked out of the window, “this isn't Jo’s place.”

“No, this is our place,” Dean said.

“Dean.” This was the last place she wanted to be at, let alone be here with Dean. It had taken every ounce of her strength to not run back to this place over the past few years whenever she missed her best friend, only to realize that he had left her in the dust on his path to fame and didn't care about her as much as she used to think. Too many memories were attached to this particular place.

“I missed this, Y/N.” He said, killing the engine and slowly opening the door on his side. Y/N understood what he was trying to do and her mind screamed at her in protest to not follow him but her heart told her to follow the man it belonged to.

Dean finally stepped out of the car and walked over to the closed door on her side. She opened the door herself before he could and stepped out as well with a huff. The place was the same as it ever was. “I haven't been here since graduation.” She blurted out.

“I should have told you,” Dean said as they started to walk to their spot. Y/N chose to remain quiet. “Ella, please say somethin’.”

“I am not your Ella anymore, Dean. Stop calling me that.” She said but this time it wasn't a whine, instead, she yelled it out. She was sick and tired of yearning for the man who had broken her heart several years ago and now she was scared that he was gonna leave her once again.

“You'll always be my Ella.” He said.

“The Prince didn't lie to Cinderella and leave her behind but you- it hurts me to remember how close we were then. You left me without even a simple goodbye, so no, I am not your Ella anymore.” She flinched when he reached out for her.

He had stopped walking now and so had she. Dean moved closer to her before standing exactly in front of her. His hands lightly traced her jaw as she looked up at him. She looked just as enchanting under the moonlight as he remembered. He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs gently caressed her cheeks. She had given up fighting herself now, driven only by instinct. All the walls that she had put up came crumbling down with one touch of his.

“Why do you think I didn't say goodbye to you?” Dean whispered.

“Maybe all the years that we spent together meant nothing to you.” Her voice was like a melody to his ears but the words broke his heart even further.

“Because it was too damn hard. When RC Records called me up three days before graduation, you were the first person I wanted to tell, but I couldn't, ‘cause if I did, I wouldn't have made it to where I am right now.” He said, not a trace of mirth on his face.

“I wouldn't have held you back.” It was simple. Y/N always wanted to stay in Lawrence and look over her mother's bakery shop, and that's what she ended up doing. She now owned the shop and her business was thriving. Dean had wanted to become a singer ever since he was ten when he was forced to play the Prince, opposite to Y/N’s lead. He had found his passion and she had always encouraged it, even when John had strongly protested against him choosing music as his major. “You know I always supported you.”

“I know that, but thinking about not seeing you every day made me not want to go. I kept imagining you upset and that's why I didn't have it in me to tell you about my break.” He said. Y/N grabbed his hands pushing them away from her face.

“You ended up making me sad anyway. So why the fuck are you back?” She was enraged.

“Ella-” Dean tried to come closer but she stepped back, “I came to see my family.”

“Then why are you wasting your time here with me?”

“Because you're the most important person in my life and every day I spent away from you, you were the only person on my mind.” Dean smiled.

“What?”

“You were the first thought when I woke up and the last thought when I went to sleep.” He said and pulled her close when she finally stopped fighting. “I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I know I am late and probably missed my chance, but five years in LA have taught me to take the risks. I love you, Ella.”

“I can't-” Dean’s smile felt but he quickly recovered.

“I-I understand.” He let out a dry chuckle, “You got a man back at home waiting for you. He sure is one lucky bastard.”

“No. You do not fucking understand! You are just so in your head, it's just-” She flailed her arms around in utter frustration. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to move on? I have been on so many dates but no man was ever enough for me, all because of your sorry ass! The Graduation Day - I knew you always thought of me as your best friend, so I had decided to ask you out myself,”

“Y/N-”

“No, let me finish. You have to fucking listen about how much pain you put me through these five years! The next day, I went to your house only to hear from your parents that you were on your way to LA. I fucking hate you!” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I fucking hate how much I still love you, Dean!”

His eyes widened in surprise as he kept opening and closing his mouth like a damn fish. He was unable to form a coherent sentence and so he cupped Y/N’s cheeks in his big, warm hands once more, but now he dipped down, tilting his face and pulling her in for a kiss. His teeth grazed her bottom lips, making her moan into his mouth. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks as she found herself completely enamored by him. Her hands snuck to the back of his neck as she steadied herself. Her knees buckled under his hypnotic touch as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, her whole body tingled and toes curled up as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

“De,” Y/N tried to catch her breath when Dean finally let go of her lips, already missing the feel of her on him.

His hands traveled down her body, making her gasp aloud at the feel. He lowered his mouth as he started to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Dean, please. Don't.” Her three short words made him stop.

“Alright.” He gulped.

“I don't want to get my heart broken again, Winchester, I don't think I can survive it again.” Y/N knew he would return to LA within a week, and so she didn't want to take this any further. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me, right?”

“I won't. I am not going back.” Y/N looked at him, surprise evident in her eyes, “I don't care about my career anymore. Five years without you was like living in hell and my bandmates are probably so tired of hearing how much I missed you. I will write my songs from here in Lawrence if it means that I'll be closer to you.”

“You would do that for me?” She asked sincerely.

“I would. I was a stupid kid back then but now I have realized that nothing's more important to me than you. I don't want to lose my Ella ever again.” He said, “I'm sorry for taking so long to understand that. There is no way-” His words were cut off as Y/N captured his lips with her own. The sudden kiss caught him off guard but he quickly pulled himself together to kiss her back. “Shit, Y/N-” he gasped when he felt his dick twitch. He picked her up in quick motion and went towards the car. Y/N giggled when her back lightly collided with Baby’s door. Dean dropped his head, nipping at the pulse point on her neck.

“Dean-” She moaned, which was better than any music he had ever made as his hands slipped under her dress, his fingers hovering over her soaked panties. Her thighs clenched in anticipation.

“You have no idea how long I dreamt of having you. You're soaked, sweetheart. ” He huskily said, his fingers hooking on the waistband of her cotton panties. “Tell me to stop and I will, in a heartbeat. No questions.”

“N-no. Don't stop.” Y/N cooed. Dean dragged down her panties which pooled at her feet. He picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket. Thankfully, there was no one around but the thrill of being out in the open with Dean got her even more hot and bothered. Her hands grasped onto his biceps tightly so that she wouldn't topple over when Dean slipped a finger into her tight pussy. Her mouth fell open, her head dropping on his shoulder as he started pumping slowly, every drag of his finger pushing her closer to the edge.

Dean felt his pants tighten as he heard the sweet moan of his name leave her lips. Her raspy voice was one he could hear all day long, her heavy pants tickling his skin. With one hand he unbuckled his belt, trying to relieve himself a little, but when a cry of pleasure left her lips as he slipped in another finger, he hoped that he wouldn't cream his pants like a freaking teenage boy.

Y/N felt the coil in her stomach tighten as she inched towards her climax. Dean quickened his pace, curling his fingers inside her and brushing her g-spot, each time eliciting a low moan out of her. “Dean….” She couldn't form any coherent words other than chanting his name over and over again and a moment later, the coil snapped as she felt herself coming undone. He delicately pulled his fingers out of her, which were covered in her juice. Dean reached behind her, yanking the door open as he nudged her to go in. She readily obliged and slid into the seat with shaky legs. He climbed into the backseat after her, closing the door behind him.

Her dress had ridden up her thigh, exposing her glistening pussy. Dean’s eyes darkened at the sight before him as he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere in the front. He pushed her dress further up. She raised her hands as he successfully got her out of the garment and unhooked her bra. Y/N moved further back into the seat, her back resting against the door on the other side as Dean started to leave kisses down her body.

“Have you ever thought about this? ‘Cause I did, every freaking day.” Dean asked, kissing the valley between her breasts, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down her spine.

“E-every time I touched myself, I thought of you.” She said, gasping out loud at every word when his mouth found her breasts and started to suck on the soft skin, flicking a nipple with his tongue and twirling the other within his fingers.

“Oh-” Dean raised his head to look at her before he moved south, “Did you think about me between your legs just like this-” He said as he left kisses along her thigh, his stubble creating soft burns on her skin in its wake that she would definitely remember. He finally stopped at her nether regions, his hot breath fanning against her throbbing pussy. “Did you think about me tasting you like this?”

Y/N threw her head back in pleasure when his mouth latched onto her sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking at her aching nub. Her hands traveled down to his head, her fingers getting tangled up in his soft hair and pulled at the strands, making him groan.

“Fuck-” She exclaimed as Dean hungrily devoured her, his tongue repeatedly assaulting her sensitive pussy, sucking needily on her bundle of nerves. Y/N threw her head back in pleasure as she felt the coil in your stomach tighten before a wave of pleasure washed over her. “Shit!” She gasped as Dean’s tongue lapped her juices hungrily.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good.” He panted before he unbuttoned his pants pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection sprung from his confines. “Son of a bitch, I don’t have-” Y/N sensed his uneasiness.

“I’m on the pill.” She smirked as she stared at his toned body.

“Well, I’m clean.” She reached out to touch his stomach, hands then traveling down to his length. Dean dropped his head, biting down on his lips, “Y/N-” He pushed her hands away, smirking as he ran his hand along his hardened cock, giving it a few strokes, the tip beaded with precum. He looked at Y/N once and lined himself with her dripping entrance when she gave him a nod to go ahead.

His swollen tip teasingly nudged at her opening before he pushed himself into her.

“Shit Y/N-” Dean grunted, simultaneously as Y/N hissed out at the painful sensation at the beginning as he pushed himself into her, letting her adjust around his size before she told him to move. He circled his hips as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside her, before pushing back in again, deeper than before.

“Holy fuck-” Y/N moaned out when he quickened his pace, hitting her g-spot repeatedly with every thrust as they both inched towards their release. Dean kissed her as he continued to thrust deep into her, their breathing growing erratic, the windows of the chevy fogged up and the car filled with their groans and moans as they both chased their release. She hooked her arms at the small of his back as he started to nibble at her sweet spot. His hand moved south, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit which further edged her.

“Shit De!” Y/N cried out loud as her walls fluttered around his pulsating length when she felt herself coming undone. Dean’s thrusts became sloppy as he grunted into the crook of her neck before he spilled into her with one cry of her name, painting her walls with his seed. He dropped his head, trying to catch his breath before he gently pulled out.

“Fuck sweetheart.” Dean panted, beads of sweat lining his forehead as they both laid in each other’s arms, basking in the post-coital bliss. “Was this better than your fantasies? ‘Cause, ‘twas surely better than mine.” Dean smirked, reaching out to grab a piece of cloth to clean themselves up. “We should have done this sooner.”

“If only you hadn't been such a coward.” Y/n teased with a giggle.

“Your dumbass could have called me up. I wasted five years being one, terrified to hear how much you hate me.” He grumbled, cleaning up the mess on the seat. Honestly, she could have but she didn't ‘cause she was scared to hear the truth as well; that Dean had truly left her.

“So, you’re sayin’ we’re both a couple of dumbasses.” Y/N chuckled, putting on her bra.

“Your words, not mine.” Dean gave her a sly smirk. “The Winchester household will be so delighted, once they know I finally got my head out of my ass and looked at the beautiful woman right in front of me.” He was right in every sense. The Winchesters, all of them had always believed that those two would end up together. Everyone saw how in love they were except Y/N and Dean.

“Isn't it too early for the introduce-the-girlfriend-to-the-family thing?” She asked which got an eye roll out of the man. “Panties?”

“I don't have them.” Dean sneakily raised his hands.

“I saw you stuff them into your pocket.” He grabbed her dress from the front seat, throwing it at her.

“Put this on, or preferably, just don't.” He gave her a boyish smile, getting a raised eyebrow in reply, “Oh I'm not done with you. Gotta make up for the lost years, sweetheart.” Dean's eyes darkened at the thought as Y/N gulped, knowing she wouldn't be able to walk properly for weeks.

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