#this kid has been wrecked F in the chat

[dewdropdinosaur]

Our Mom

LUCIFER x (F) READER Part One Summary: You like Lucifer and he likes you. One problem though: what will your 'kids' think? Based off an comment from @river-ride Warnings: NONE OMG!!! My lovelies, thank you so much for the support on my last Lucifer fic. Y'all are amazing! Remember, requests are open for lots of fandoms etc. Thank you so much for all of y'alls love and I appreacite you. For now, enjoy more Lucifer my dears!!

In the bustling corridors of the Hazbin Hotel, where the damned sought refuge from the fiery depths of Hell, Y/N was a beacon of warmth and solace. She was more than just a resident; she was a pillar of support, a confidante, and a pseudo-mother figure to many within those crimson walls.

Among those she touched was Lucifer, the charming and enigmatic ruler of Hell, who found himself inexplicably drawn to her gentle kindness and unwavering compassion. Yet, despite the undeniable spark between them, neither dared to voice the truth lingering in their hearts. Despite being quite close after the battle with Heaven and the rebuilding of the Hotel, neither party could seem to bring themselves to speak their feelings. 

On one hand, Y/N feared two things: that Lucifer could never like a lowly sinner like her and that since she was a pseudo-mother to all of the hotel’s residents…dating the King of Hell may cause a few setbacks in relationships that she desperately did not want. Y/N loved each and every resident in the Hotel, an older demon herself who never had the chance to have her own, everyone under the crimson fading roof became like a child to her. She adored Angel’s compassion even in the midst of despair, she loved playing cards with Husk(who definitely didn’t let her win to see that small smile of hers), time spent chatting and planning with Charlie was always a blast, and yes…even time with Alastor listening to old jazz tunes had found its place in the grand scheme of things. So, her feelings for Lucifer would have to be put on hold indefinitely for this arrangement not to break.

On the other hand, Lucifer the King of Hell himself was a wreck. Every time he saw Y/N, her smile, the way she carried herself with compassion but still headstrong it made his knees buckle and he could have sworn he was back in Heaven. She was like an angel, ironically so. He fully knew of her past, her sins. Yet, she was so willing to help and assist others at a shot of redemption she knew she could never have struck a chord within the lonely ruler of the Underworld. 

However, one fateful evening, as the residents gathered in the grand hall for their routine meeting, tensions simmered beneath the surface. Charlie, along with Husk, Angel Dust, and Alastor, had grown wary of Lucifer's aloof demeanor towards Y/N. They knew of the unspoken affection that brewed between the two, and they were determined to push the devil to confront his feelings(or perishing for daring to even look at Y/N was another option considered by some…ahem…Alastor and the beloved Sassy Narrator) 

As the meeting progressed, Charlie cleared her throat, catching everyone's attention. "It has come to our attention," she began, exchanging knowing glances with the others, "that certain... feelings may be harbored within our midst."

Husk smirked, Angel winked mischievously, and Alastor's grip tightened, his eyes glinting with murderous amusement.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he let out a breathy chuckle, sensing a trap. "And what feelings might those be, my dear? I surely hope no animosity has been brewing."

Charlie gestured subtly to Y/N, who stood by the sidelines, her gaze fixed on her ‘children’ around her. 

"Feelings of a... romantic nature, perhaps?" Charlie smiled but her eyes were nervous. She knew her father well enough that it was indeed time to move on from Lillith and Y/N was no better candidate, doing a better job than Lillith herself ever did. But what if she was wrong and her father really had no interest in her ‘new’ mother. Or the other way around?

A collective murmur swept through the room as the residents exchanged curious glances. Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson, and Lucifer felt a strange warmth spread through his chest at the mention of romance.

Clearing his throat, Alastor leaned forward, his grin widening into a smirk. "Now, now, Lucifer, don't be shy. We all know how dear Y/N is to you. Why, if anything were to happen to her, well..."

The implication hung heavy in the air, and Lucifer's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you threatening me, Alastor?"

Alastor chuckled nonchalantly, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement as he waved his hands in a circular motion around his cane which made ominous shadows appear around Lucifer’s chair. 

"Merely stating the obvious. After all, we wouldn't want anything untoward to happen to our dear Y/N now, would we?"

The tension in the room was palpable as Lucifer's jaw clenched, his gaze flickering between Y/N and the others. Husk flicked his claws open, Angel smirked with a glinting knife in hand, and even Vaggie tilted her head to gesture to her angelic spear. All of them were in agreement… ‘hurt our mom and you will wish you got to die a second time.’ 

 Sensing his inner turmoil, Y/N stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm.

"Lucifer, you don't have to listen to them. Whatever you feel, whatever we feel, it's... it's our choice." 

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as Lucifer met her gaze, his expression softening with an unspoken understanding.

Finally, with a resigned sigh, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out to cup Y/N's cheek tenderly. "Perhaps... perhaps there is truth in what they say," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But know this, my dear Y/N: I would move mountains to keep you safe, to cherish you, for as long as you'll have me."

A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with a newfound sense of courage and hope. "Then let's face whatever comes together," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

And as the residents of the Hazbin Hotel looked on, witnessing the delicate dance of love and redemption unfolding before them, they knew that no matter the trials that lay ahead, Y/N and Lucifer would weather the storm together, bound by a love that transcended even the depths of Hell itself. 

And even if something did ever happen…well they would kill the King himself without a second thought and Lucifer knew it. 

[beaker1636]

F is For Face Sitting - Vinny

a/n: So if you didn't figure it out I kind of hinted that Lottie was a bit insecure about not being the smallest girl out there in the last part and I really played with that in this chapter in a way that I found really sweet and loving between her and Vin. So this one is a really fluffy smut and hopefully you guys like it as I took kind of a different route with this than I originally planned. I love you all and appreciate all the kid words I keep getting with this, I’ve been really putting myself out there and trying new things with this fic so all the kind comments mean a lot to me!

Also probably won’t get much posted until Thursday or Friday so sorry if you don’t get any updates for awhile!

“Are you trying to get me killed, there is no way Lottie is going to allow me to do that with her tonight,” Vinny groans as he sends the message in the chat back to Chris, wanting to fling his phone across the room.

“Why not? It’s not even that weird or anything, is it like Mia said about how she needs more confidence?” Chris responds quickly, making Vinny want to bury himself in a hole.

“She hates doing anything where she has to be on top because she is worried she’s too big, no matter how much I try to convince her otherwise it never works.  Hell last night she was off because she was embarrassed about being around all the girls in the pool because she is the only “bigger” one and she isn’t even that big.  It’s a rough subject okay,” he hits send, now worried if you found out that he said something if you’d be upset.

“But she isn’t even that big, listen, give her a really nice night with a relaxing dinner, maybe a relaxing bath and then focus on her.  Let her know all you are aiming to do tonight is take care of her and maybe you can slowly coax her out of it, remind her how beautiful she is and that you are lucky.  If you build her up enough you will be able to get her to try and might help build her confidence some… and based off comments on the photo Mia posted of the two of you you may need to do that.  People are being assholes towards her.”  Vin reads the message and immediately panics, pulling up Mia’s instagram and suddenly feeling angered at some of the things that are being said.

“Fuck, how do I fix that? If she has seen it then she’s gonna be a wreck when she gets home from work,” Vinny thinks to himself groaning, “Why do people need to be assholes?”

Rather than saying anything he decides the easiest way to get the point across that he doesn’t give a shit about any of it is to post a photo he has of the two of you that Rick caught a while ago, his favorite photo of the two of you that neither of you have posted before.  He doesn’t remember what the two of you were laughing at but the smile on your face always makes him smile when he sees it. He makes a quick caption about how beautiful you are caught in the moment and left it at that, hoping that people would get the hint and lay off you.

He smiles to himself when he sees you respond to him comment with I love you.

He sends you a quick message telling you he is going to meet you at your place in a  little bit now that he knows you are off work and that he is bringing dinner over so you don’t need to worry about anything.

Later

Vinny opens your front door and smiles when he hears the shower, knowing that you must have just gotten home from work if you are still in the shower.  Setting the food he picked up down on your coffee table he makes his way towards your bathroom, knocking before slipping in.

“Hey baby, just letting you know that I am here,” He says, trailing off when he hears what music you have playing, it is what you listen to when you are in a bad mood. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“I will be, give me a few minutes to have my moment and then I’ll be out,” you respond, he can tell by the tone of your voice that you have been crying, his heart falling when he knows what it is about.

“Baby, get out of the shower, we need to talk about this,” He says softly, hoping that you will listen and feeling better when he hears the water turn off, the curtain slowly opens just barely so you can reach your hand out, grabbing your towels to wrap around you and your hair before you open it the rest of the way and step out.

“Come here, let's go to the room. I want to show you everything about you that I find attractive, that others find attractive, baby,” he says quietly, reaching for your hand so he can lead you towards your room.  

He is a little upset that you don’t fight him, normally you put up a huge fight when he drags you somewhere so he knows you really are out of it.  He moves you and has you sit on the edge of the bed, facing your full vanity mirror, giving a kiss before he moves so you can see yourself in the mirror.

“Let’s start with your hands, the hands you use to take care of children all day, that you use to wipe their tears away, clean their faces, cradle them when they need some love, play with them.  The few times I have witnessed you with your class I love seeing the way you use them to take care of the kids, to take care of everyone when you can.” He gives one of your hands a light kiss before setting them on your lap.

“Vin, you don’t have to do this.  I’ll get over it eventually,” you whisper softly, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment while blushing.

“I know but I want to Lottie,” he responds, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Your arms, the way they wrap so tightly around me and those you care about, the way you wrap them around your work kids when they run up to you when we go out and one of them sees you.  I would be lying if I said that I don’t sometimes get jealous of the kids that you hold onto all day and love on in your arms, but I am the lucky one that gets to be in them at night, that you pull into your chest while you play with my hair and we just talk or I game for awhile,” he says softly, rubbing his hands along your arms while you continue to watch him.

When his hands reach the top of your towel where it is tucked around you he notices you suck in a breath, the way you tense under his touch so he pauses for a moment. “Hey, it’s just me, you don’t need to be shy for me Lottie.”

When he undoes it he lightly runs his hands along your stomach, one of the places he knows you are really insecure about. “I love that you are soft and cuddly, you are strong.  I love that when we curl up and you envelope me in your arms that I can be comfortable as I lay on your soft belly and chest.  It brings me so much comfort when I use you as a pillow, there is a reason why I try to lay my head on you a lot when we are cuddled up in bed. I couldn’t do that with someone that is smaller, I love being curled up with you and comfortable.  My favorite place to rest my hands is on your waist when you are around me, I don’t know why it just brings me comfort.”

Before you can protest he moves so that he can leave a kiss on your lips, trailing down to make sure he leaves gentle kisses on your love handles and stretch marks, the places that he knows you are the most uncomfortable with, that you usually get annoyed with when he tries to touch them.

He stops when he gets lower to sit up and watch you again in the mirror as he settles back behind you once again, this time his hands resting on your thighs. “We’re at my favorite part, I love your squishy thighs and butt.  They look so good in your jeans when you are walking, they are so comfortable to sit in or lay my head in.  They keep you up on your feet when you chase littles all day, and I know they love getting to sit in your lap with you.  I love the way you wrap them around me when I get you all needy and you want me to just get you past the finish line already.” He ghosts his fingers towards your center when he says this, smiling slightly to himself when he feels you shudder.

“Now arguably one of my favorite parts of you, I would be lying if I tried to pretend that it wasn’t,” he smiles slightly when he hears you giggle at his words. “I love it when you get all wet and needy for me, when you draw my fingers and my cock in as you get closer and closer to falling over the edge, I love the way you taste when you let me taste you and get you going.” 

He runs a finger along your opening towards your clit, making you squirm in your spot as he begins to tease you slightly, knowing that he is getting you worked up and also raising your mood and confidence slightly. He uses his other hand to let your hair loose, brushing it away from one of your ears before leaning in to whisper, “Let me worship you baby, please ride my face tonight, take the pleasure you need from me.”

He notices you freeze up but continues to tease you, the one hand still barely grazing your clit while the other reaches around you to lightly toy with one of your nipples, trying to get you to the point you won’t think about it, that you will just let him do what he wants to do.

“Vin,” you start to say with a sigh.

“You’re not going to hurt me, if I need you to move I will let you know. Please, let me pleasure you, show you how much I love you and your body,” he asks, moving to lay down on the bed behind you.

Hesitantly you move, leaning yourself over him but not sitting down like he wants you to, nervous to be trying something new, especially when you’d be putting your weight on him.

Getting impatient Vinny grabs your thighs, pulling you down on top of him so that he can begin to tease your folds with his tongue.  Running it from your entrance to your clit several times knowing that motion drives you nuts before finally sucking harshly on your clit for a second, making you arch your back and moan at the feeling.

“There you go, rock yourself on me, take what you want,” Vinny encourages, moving his hands to your hips as he urges you to rock them as he continues to tease you with his tongue, knowing he is bring you close when you now are moving yourself, starting to take it into your own hands as you moan on top of him. 

 He moves a hand so he can slip two of his fingers inside of you, knowing that the added sensations of them working inside of you as you work yourself on top of him will set you off, and he is correct.  With a couple more swivels of your hips, with his tongue working at your clit you come undone on top of him.  

He lays his head back so he can watch you as your face tightens and you throw your head back as you ride out and slowly come back down from the orgasm he just gave you.  You slipping your legs over his head so that you can move and lay down next to him on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from everything that just happened.

“I told you that I would be fine, just because you aren’t the smallest wouldn’t mean you would hurt me.  I love your body baby, you do such amazing things with it and I wish you could see that… but I’ll keep worshiping you and telling you until you believe me,” he says softly, giving you a kiss and trying not to laugh when you grimace at the taste of yourself on his lips.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth and then reheat our dinner, go get dressed baby,”  he says softly, making his way back to the bathroom that you both left about a half an hour earlier so he can do that. 

When you slip into the kitchen where he is warming dinner back up for the two of you you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his back as you rest your face on his now shirtless frame.

“Thank you Vin, I love you,” you hum softly, feeling a lot better after all his praise and kind words. “I know I should ignore it, but it never gets easier having those comments directed at me, being the bigger one of all our group of friends.”

“I know, but you aren’t even that big babe.  And all that matters is that you and I love it and are happy, and I am.  I love you just how you are.  Now why don’t we take our food and go watch (your favorite movie)?” He asks, turning around to wrap his arms around you as well, your head now resting on his chest.

“That sounds wonderful, thank you Vin,” you say softly, following him towards your couch to go and do just that, curling up next to him the second the two of you are done with dinner so you can enjoy the rest of your night together.

[strawberrytannie07]

~Coffee Date~

Jungkook x reader

A/n: Hi my sugar cookies! I hope you like this little idea I wrote! I’m not a great writer but I hope to get better and better as I write. This has a bit of fem!reader so just to let you know and it’s all fluff!! Enjoy

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The cold start of winter is tapping at your nose as you stroll down the street to your favorite little coffee shop. You had just moved to the beautiful city of Seoul, your dream science you were a small kid. Your mother and Father had traveled here on a business trip a few years ago, sending you pictures of the beautiful night sky, and all the sightings they had seen. You turn the corner to see the small shop when the door opens you are greeted by the amazing scent of coffee and the different kinds of baked goods. The warmth inside the shop was kind and pleasant. There were not many people in there along with you but there were a few. Some studying some chatting and some doing their own thing. “Hello how are you (y/n)!” the girl behind the counter cheered. “Hey Charlie im good a bit cold though!” you giggle back “Yeah it's getting a bit cold out there, you want your regular?” she asked writing your name on a cup. “Ah yes please,” you say pulling out your wallet pulling out some money, she shakes her head. “you're on the house as long as I work here!” she winks back at you “ charlie I don't want to get you in trouble,” you say to her. She just shakes her head and walks away to make your drink. You walk over to your favorite seat the one in the corner with the big window and the comfy seats. Small little flakes of snow started falling from the sky. You pulled your laptop and school papers out of your bag. Charlie comes over with y/f/d and sits down with you. “Soo how are your studies coming along?” she asks. You smile and open up your computer “It's going good I have a month left before I graduate, I'm kinda nervous about it to be honest.” You let out a dry giggle before taking a sip of coffee. “How has your job here been?” you as. “It's fun! We just got a new worker a few weeks ago, he's great at the job. Every time you come in he's off so you've never seen him.” you smile “Well that's good you're getting along with him nicely I guess” You smile she stands up “ ya know he's super cute and looks like he's your type” she winks at you, you roll your eyes and start to write your essay for your class. You were so excited to graduate, you had straight A’s in every class you had. But you were going to miss it once you were gone. You were going to be a fashion designer and a makeup artist for idols. “ hey y/n you need a refill?” Charlie asks “Yes please, will you let me pay for this one?” you asked her this time, still, she shook her head “you're my best friend that's all the payment, and you could talk to the new guy or just let me introduce him to you?” she asked you have been single for almost 6 years due to you just not finding the right one yet. You roll your eyes “Fine when?” you asked handing her your cup “How about tonight?” your eyes widened “I look like a wreck ” you laugh charlies mouth hangs open “Girl are you kidding me you always look good I mean it's 8 pm and you're wearing a gray turtle neck, black jeans that are tight in all the right places and heels your cute af girl. Me I would have just put on a shirt and sweatpants.” she shrugs you laugh “ok ok fine” She lets out a small victory dance and walks off to the back. You shake your head thinking she was just joking. A few seconds later, “y/n!”. Charlie says you look up and meet a pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Your breath hitches and your heart picks up a few paces. As the man stops in his tracks after making eye contact with you. “y/n this is jungkook, jungkook this is y/n” he takes a step closer and leans down reaching his hand out. “It's very nice you finally meet you y/n,” he says his voice like sweet venom. “H-hi it's nice to meet you too” you reach out to grab his hand only for him to turn it around and give a soft kiss to the back of your hand. Your face flushes at this prince-like affection. ¨Well you two talk and ima go back to work im very busy you know.¨ she lies as she walks off ¨ Mind if I sit?¨ he gestures to the seat infront of you. At this you shake your head ¨go ahead¨ you took a sip of the warm drink in your hand, and you look up to see

jungkook already looking at you. ¨ you are very pretty you know¨ his words commanding a small smile from your lips. ¨Thank you Jungkook, you are very handsome your self ¨ to state. He lets out a short giggle, his voice alone would make the angels jealous. ¨so y/n, what are you doing after graduation?¨ he asked, assuming Charlie told him about you already. ¨Well to be honest I don't really know. I may just go right into my career.¨ you told him. ¨thats great!¨ he smiled and placed his chin on his hand that was resting on the table. ¨what about you jungkook?¨ you ask

desperately wanting to know what this beautiful man was into. ¨ oh well…¨ he rubs the nape of his neck. Your eyebrow raises in wonder ¨I want to be a singer and a songwriter.¨ he says scanning your face to see your reaction. ¨Really wow that's awsome!¨ He smiles ¨yea it's been my dream since I was a kid.¨ you close your computer to focus on jungkook to write your paper. ¨well do you sing out in public?¨ you ask leaning on the table. He shakes his head and you frown. ¨aw why not I bet you sound wonderful jungkook!¨ you praise. His cheek was covered in a tint of red. ¨I don't know I guess I don't really think I am too good you know, to be honest im scared of the public and what they will think about me¨ he tells truthfully. You scoff in disbelief, and you stand in your seat ¨Jungkook I bet you are better than anybody else and if they don't like it they´ll have to put up with me!¨ you say smiling ¨Yea and that's scary!!¨ charlie yells from behind the counter. You laugh and this brings a smile to jungkooks face. You are interrupted by the sound of your ringtone playing on your phone. You look at it and see it has a message from your father telling you it's time to come home for dinner. ¨ hey I have to go but it was really nice talking to you jungkook it was really fun!¨ jungkook stood up ¨yea it was nice talking to you to y/n, maybe we could do it again sometime?¨ he rubbed the back of his head. ¨sure here is my phone number, text me yeah?¨ you handed him a small slip of paper with your number, name, and a heart next to it. You wink at him as you leave the small coffee shop with your bags in hand. You didn't know but it felt like you had known jungkook forever, it was nice to be able to relax and have a good time that night. A ding on your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. You open it to see it's from an unknown number. ´can't wait to see you again princess, how about we meet tomorrow at the park??´ it read. Your lips pulled into a small smile and your fingers started typing a response. ´ I would love that my prince ´ you type and close your phone. You didn't know why jungkook had such an effect on you already but what you did know was you couldn't wait to see him again.



[lennjamin-o7]

🌯🗡️ anon here! I just finished my 5th reread of the chap and let me tell you it was absolutely delicious. I do love me some dadza and techno interaction and this chap was so FULL of it! God I don't know where to start, dadza being all cunning while leading Tech into the realisation that like he knows about chat before giving him a hug. I love how he's like all calm and like being all devious while doing it but i can just imagine the absolute crab rave going on in his head about getting a hug from his new sonboy! Phil: hugging techno all sneaky while chat is rioting Tech: wraps an arm further around Phil so chat calms down more / subconsciously seeking comfort Phil mentally: !!!! SON!!!! YESS!!!!!! Phil outwards: Ah yes just as I planned Oh and also the talks about royalty they had with each other Techno: "Yea I don't really like the whole vibes of royalty" Phil: slowly sliding away a crown he had made for his new baby Phil: "That's nice m8" (Can you tell i love their dynamic yet lmao) Oh also that scene with Tommy and Techno bickering about braiding the hair was so good! I love that like this is all part of Phil's plan if you get what I mean, let Wil and Tommy continue to be a bit overbearing so that Techno is kinda forced to take refuge with him but you can also see how like there's very clearly gonna be a war eventually about who becomes Techno's favourite in the family! Purely gonna be Wil and Tommy going for each others throats meanwhile Phil has stolen Tech away in the scuffle and is now having some very nice bonding time talking about war strategies or something! Oh also! The carriage!! Techno is not gonna do well in such close proximity to his two goblin brothers for god knows how long I wouldn't blame him if he just starts trying to wreck shit. Like a family road trip with a bit of bonding time between Techno going absolutely feral and just being a complete demon for them the whole trip. Phil and Tommy at like a checkpoint talking to the guards for whatever reason while leaving Wil to watch Tech in the car Guard: "Uhh I'm sorry but is he gonna be ok?" Phil: looks at the carriage and see's Techno absolutely mauling Wil Phil: "Yea he probably did something to deserve it" Tommy: all jealous because Wil got to hang out with Tech or for whatever reason all the royals have to leave Tech unattended in the carriage for a bit Wil: "Dad how do you think Tech's doing in the carriage, you sure he's not gonna escape again" Phil: "M8 he's been watching us from the window this whole time" Techno: 👁️👁️ Tommy: "Why is he watching us instead of trying to escape, that's what he usually does" Phil: locked Tech in the carriage Phil: "He's probably finally settling in :)" or alternatively after a bit of family bonding time Tommy: "Why is he watching us instead of trying to escape, that's what he usually does" Techno: Talking to chat "Istg if these guys get hurt somehow while they're out there while I'm trapped in here I'm gonna kill them" Anyway that's enough of my brainrot for one update there's only so much one person can take, as always I'm sorry if I overstepped and I hope you have a nice day :-)

You scare me with the amount you reread these chapters (affectionate)

Like, I wrote them, I know its a lot of words. It's really nice to hear someone enjoyed them enough to reread like that.

I didn't get to write Philza for the first, like, 9 chapters. I'm making up for lost time, now. Needed some Em Duo, STAT!

Oh yeah, Philza is scheming. He's steepling his fingers, petting a cat in his lap as he turns around in his swivel chair. He's making STRATEGIES. He keeps telling his kids to be smart about their new brother, but they aren't listening. And, like, he's not exactly ENCOURAGING Tommy and Wil to continue to be little shits with no boundaries, but he's going to take that advantage while he can.

To be fair to Wil and Tommy, they don't really know how to NOT be clingy. Tommy just had to get used to Philza. And Wilbur's induction to the family was a little more...urgent so there wasn't the awkward dragging him back home. Also, both of them were just Clingy as humans. They might know the definition of Touch Averse, but they don't really get what that means.

I had a lot of fun with Techno making digs at the notion of royalty. It made me cackle, considering the irony of those statements.

I'm sure there will be no brotherly issues on this road trip. :)

Also, I lost my shit at Techno going 👁👁. That's so hilarious. The concept of them locking him in the carriage and him staring out the window like a dog left in a car in walmart.

Thank you for sharing your brainrot. It made my morning.

[lovelookspretty]

waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe!!

authors note: thank u sm for the support lately on this !! if u still arent part of the tag list, feel free to let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <3

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you pull into the lot, the crunch of gravel beneath the truck’s tires the only sound you hear as you shift the car into park. so far, so good, you think, shutting off the engine and tossing your keys into your lap.

the ride here had been surprisingly smooth, considering you’re driving a truck you’ve never touched before in a world that feels completely foreign. a quick glance at google maps had helped you navigate.

taking a deep breath, you step out of the truck, slamming the door shut behind you and instantly squinting as the midday sun catches your eyes. you glance up at the sign outside the wreck, the familiar wooden board making your heart race a little faster.

you’re not ready, but you push forward anyway. with the keys still clutched in your hand, you head toward the restaurant, your stomach in knots.

as you approach the entrance, you hesitate, lingering behind the door even though most of the place is made of glass. you can already see customers inside, people chatting and eating, and in the middle of it all—the pogues.

your heart lurches in your chest. they’re here. jj, pope, john b, and kiara. they’re all here. the sight of them—alive, real, in the flesh—makes your head spin.

with a deep breath, you pull the door open and step inside, trying to smooth down your clothes as you cautiously approach the group. kiara is the first to spot you, standing by the table while the boys sit, looking like she’s mid-shift. her eyes widen when she sees you, and she immediately puts her tray down on the table, practically rushing over to you.

“y/n, holy f—” she breathes, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. you freeze for a second, still processing the fact that kiara carrera is hugging you like you’ve been friends for years, but you quickly wrap your arms around her in return.

“where have you been?” she asks, pulling back to look at you with concern.

you’re confused but manage a small smile. “uh . . . here and there.”

before kiara can respond, john b and pope stand up from their seats, walking over to join the reunion. their faces are serious, concerned, and the energy shifts from relief to something heavier. they hug you, one after the other—john b slapping you on the back, pope squeezing your shoulder.

“you’ve been m.i.a. for weeks,” kiara says, her tone still filled with worry. you can only nod, your mind racing. m.i.a.? weeks? what has this universe’s version of you been up to?

john b’s half-joking tone cuts through the tension. “no, no, yeah, is rafe keeping you hostage or something?” he asks with joking-concern, though there’s a sharpness in his eyes that tells you he’s not entirely kidding.

you force a laugh, not sure how to answer. “i’ve just been busy. i guess.”

but the questions don’t stop. “you never spend time with us anymore,” pope adds, his voice a little quieter but still pointed. “not even a ‘hi’.”

john b nods, quickly jumping in. “yeah, like the other day—i saw you driving, and you just . . . you looked stressed. didn’t even wave.”

you blink, trying to process their words, but your gaze drifts toward jj, who’s been quiet this whole time, standing behind the others, just watching you. he’s risen out of his seat, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his expression unreadable.

your eyes lock onto his, and there’s an awkward silence that stretches between you two as the others continue to speak, their words starting to blur in your head.

you have no idea what you’re supposed to say, no clue how to answer their questions, because you have no idea what kind of life this you has been living.

kiara glances around, ensuring that the boys are momentarily distracted, before she pulls you aside, her expression turning serious. “hey, can we talk for a second?” she asks, lowering her voice as if to guard a secret. you nod.

as you step away from the lively chatter of the pogues, kiara leans in closer, her brow furrowing slightly. “are you and jj okay?” she asks, her tone heavy with concern. you blink, momentarily stunned by the question.

are you two not? your mind races to comprehend what’s happening. what did you miss?

kiara’s expression softens, but you can see the confusion flickering in her eyes. she hesitates for a moment, gauging your reaction. before you can press her for clarification, you glance back toward the boys. jj is striding over, his expression a mix of determination and something more vulnerable that you can’t quite place. relief floods through you; he’ll help you make sense of this chaos.

as he approaches, he suddenly envelops you in a tight embrace, pulling you into him as if the air itself is a precious commodity. the warmth of his body against yours is overwhelming, and you find yourself caught off guard by the intensity of the hug.

“you can’t just scare me like that,” he mutters into your hair, his voice low and slightly strained. you pull back slightly to look into his eyes, the concern etched across his features makes your heart ache.

“i’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, still grappling with the weight of their worry. “i didn’t mean to . . . whatever i did.”

jj’s frown deepens as he holds your shoulders, grounding you. “it’s okay. we’ve all been worried about you,” he admits, his tone sincere, almost tender. “you just . . . disappeared.”

“disappeared?” you echo, the word hanging heavy in the air.

kiara watches from a distance, her expression shifting from relief to concern as she observes the exchange between you and jj. “i’ll talk to you later,” she whispers, stepping back to rejoin the boys.

“are you good?” jj asks again, his eyes searching yours for the truth.

you nod, but inside, uncertainty churns. “i think so,” you reply, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “just been a rough couple of . . . hours. sorry.”

the thought that your friends have been worried about you, that they felt your absence acutely, makes you feel a strange blend of gratitude and guilt.

you slip into an empty seat at the table, feeling the weight of their eyes on you, though they’re not staring outright—just that subtle, expectant energy from people who know you, who expect you to slip into conversation naturally.

the pogues keep talking, voices overlapping, john b saying something about a boat, pope chiming in about something kiara did the other night. you try to follow, but the tension in your chest grows tighter with each passing second.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, more as a distraction than anything else, but as soon as you unlock it, you see a series of texts from rafe lighting up the screen.

‘ where are u ’

‘ ? ’

‘ y/n ’

a jolt of nerves shoots through you. you hesitate, glancing around the table before typing a quick, evasive reply: ‘ grabbing something to eat ’ and then you lock the phone, slipping it back into your pocket as if shutting it off will somehow keep rafe from reaching through the screen and dragging you back to him.

you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief when you notice kiara watching you. her brow is slightly furrowed, concern clearly etched into her expression. she can sense something’s off—you’re not fooling anyone.

quietly, she reaches across the table, her fingers brushing yours as she places her hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you glance at her, surprised by the small gesture. her eyes search yours, asking a question she doesn’t need to voice. you manage a small, grateful nod in response.

she doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t let go either. she just holds your hand, her quiet way of telling you that she’s here, that whatever’s going on with you, she’s got your back. it makes your chest feel tight in a different way now—a kind of bittersweet ache.

there’s something comforting about her kindness, about how she’s looking out for you even when you barely know how to look out for yourself in this universe.

the boys keep talking, the hum of their conversation flowing around you, but you’re only half-listening. you’re too busy wondering how long you can keep pretending, how long before someone calls you out, or worse—how long before rafe shows up, expecting you to be the girl he knows, the one you’re clearly not.

you give kiara’s hand a gentle squeeze back, silently thanking her. whatever this universe’s y/n had with these people, it was clearly something worth holding onto. now, you just have to figure out how to live up to it.

you drive back to the camerons’ house, the road blurring a little as your thoughts swirl with everything that happened at the wreck. the pogues, the way they looked at you, kiara’s hand holding yours . . . it was overwhelming.

and then rafe’s texts—those three small messages that sent a ripple of anxiety through your chest.

you pull up to the house and notice an extra car parked outside, one you didn’t see earlier. you assume it must be rafe’s. he’s home.

turning off the engine, you sit in the car for a second longer than you need to, just staring at the house. it’s quiet, as it always seems to be. you sigh, grabbing your phone and sliding out of the truck. your steps are slow, calculated, as you walk toward the nearest door that leads inside, keys jingling softly in your hand.

you let yourself in, the familiar stillness of the cameron estate washing over you. you half expect to hear rafe’s voice, or even the sound of something from the kitchen, but there’s nothing.

your shoes make soft thuds against the hardwood as you approach the staircase, heading upstairs, but you’re stopped halfway up by movement out of the corner of your eye.

someone is pacing in the hallway—going back and forth between one of the rooms and the bathroom.

you freeze, instincts kicking in as you press yourself slightly against the railing, watching the figure move. it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim light filtering through the hall, but when they do, you realize it’s a girl.

she’s rushing, flustered, like she’s trying to get ready for something or find something important.

you squint, trying to get a better look. and then it hits you. sarah, rafe’s sister.

your mind stalls for a second, trying to piece this together. sarah’s here? your confusion deepens as you process what you're seeing.

in the show, sarah had practically sworn off coming home because of rafe, too afraid or too angry to set foot in this house. but now, here she is, pacing around like she never left.

you blink, trying to make sense of it all. things really are different here, you think, the realization sinking in deeper. this isn’t the world you knew from the show. people are different. timelines are different. maybe even rafe is different.

“sarah?” your voice comes out a little softer than you intend, tinged with concern. sarah freezes in her tracks, realizing she’s not alone. she turns toward the sound of your voice, her eyes scanning the hallway until they land on you, just now reaching the top of the stairs.

“oh! y/n. i didn’t even . . even hear you come in,” sarah says, moving back into the bathroom, fiddling with an earring that looks like it’s giving her trouble.

you hesitate for a moment, glancing around cautiously, tiptoeing past the open doors, half expecting rafe to be lurking somewhere. you check every shadow, every open space, feeling that knot of unease tightening in your chest. like he could appear at any second. and for some reason, it scares you more than it should.

“yeah, you know me! quiet as a . . .” your voice trails off when sarah leaves the bathroom again, now heading back into her room.

your steps quicken, and you catch up to her, pausing at the doorway as she moves around, her pace hurried. something about it feels off.

“hey, what are you doing?” you ask, more out of curiosity, but also trying to make sense of what you’re seeing.

sarah barely looks up, focused on adjusting her earring, her back still turned to you. “i’ve got to head out. there’s this thing i promised kie i’d go to, but of course! i’m running late.”

the casual tone throws you off, like this is just another ordinary day. but your mind races, trying to keep up. kie?

the door downstairs clicks open, and you hear the familiar jangle of keys hitting the table near the entrance. sarah pauses for a moment, but only to check her reflection, humming softly to herself. the sound of rafe’s voice calling out from below makes you stiffen.

“y/n?”

sarah, oblivious, brushes past you, grabbing her phone as she’s ready to head out.

you reach for her instinctively, fingers grazing her arm, wanting her to stay, to keep her here just a little longer, but it’s no use. she pulls away easily, humming her tune as she heads downstairs.

your hand lingers in the air for a second before it falls back to your side, and you clench your fists tight, feeling the cold bite of unease creeping up your spine.

you’re left alone in the hallway, breath caught in your throat, and you can hear rafe jogging up the stairs—too fast for you to get your bearings, too quick for you to decide on what the hell to do next. your eyes dart around, searching for a place to hide or something to distract yourself with, but it’s too late.

he nudges sarah playfully as he passes her, like this is routine, and before you can even process it, rafe’s standing in front of you, catching you off guard with that easy smirk of his.

he’s amused. you can tell. you must look ridiculous leaning against the doorframe like that, trying way too hard to appear nonchalant.

his gaze flickers over you, and for a second, you think he’s going to laugh, but instead, he closes the gap between you, his hand slipping easily around your waist. the kiss he presses to your forehead is casual, familiar.

“hey,” he murmurs against your skin before pulling back and slipping into his room, leaving you standing there in your awkward daze.

you gnaw on your bottom lip as you step into the room after him.

rafe settles into his chair with a heavy sigh, leaning back and rubbing at his temples, clearly worn out. his fingers press into his skin, trying to relieve some of the tension, and you can’t help but watch him for a moment. he looks like he’s been through it.

you move slowly toward the bed, leaning back against the edge, trying to steady your breath and ease the weird knot in your stomach. rafe is quiet for a bit, eyes closed, before he speaks up, his voice low, almost distracted.

“ran into my dad earlier.”

you stay quiet, just nodding, letting him talk. you’re not sure how you’re supposed to respond to that, especially with how vague that even is. he’s still rubbing at his temples, and then he adds, “hey, has sarah talked to you at all about . . .”

you arch a brow, confused. “about what?”

rafe pauses, his eyes flicking over to you, but when he realizes you have no idea what he’s talking about, he just shakes his head, muttering under his breath, “nothing.”

why is everyone being so secretive today? it’s infuriating.

there’s a beat of silence before he changes the subject, dropping his hand from his face and leaning forward a bit, looking at you more closely. “where were you earlier? you said you were getting somethin’ to eat? bring me anything?”

you feel your pulse quicken, scrambling for a lie that’ll stick. “oh, yeah, i, uh, went to this place nearby—what was it called?” you stall for a second before pulling a name that you think you remember seeing on the way to the wreck. “waterman’s cafe. but there was this huge line, and they were backed up on orders, so . . . i just ended up getting something quick for myself.”

you give a half-hearted shrug, trying to sell it. “didn’t think i’d be there for that long, so . . . sorry, didn’t bring you anything.”

rafe just nods, looking a little disappointed but too tired to really care. “yeah, s’all good. don’t worry about it.”

he leans back again, rubbing his temples, and the room falls quiet. you can feel the weight of everything—how out of place you are, how close you are to slipping up.

your phone buzzes softly in your pocket, cutting through the quiet, and you pull it out to check. it's a text from kie.

‘ miss u already. why didn’t u come back with sarah? 3 of us together again ’

it makes you smile for a second, but before you can dwell on it, rafe rubs the back of his neck and gets up from his chair. “you ready to go?”

your smile fades as you blink at him, caught off guard. “what?” the question slips out before you can stop it. go where?

rafe furrows his brows, clearly confused. “why are you forgetting so much today? we’re going to the . . .” he trails off, waving a hand in the air like it’s obvious, “you told me yesterday that you wanted me to take you shopping for midsummers. said you wanted a new dress, shoes, whatever.”

you feel your breath catch for a second. midsummers. you remember that from the show, where all the kooks in the outer banks dressed up in fancy attire—the girls in dresses, the guys in suits and ties.

you play along, nodding slowly, but you feel yourself processing the idea of shopping with rafe, and—admittedly—a part of you feels a little intrigued by it.

you get to spend rafe’s money.

your lips twitch up into a slight smirk as you entertain the thought. is this what having a sugar daddy feels like? you snicker to yourself at the ridiculousness of the idea.

“right, yeah, shopping,” you say, standing up and smoothing your hands over your shorts, trying to act casual. “totally didn’t forget, let’s go.”

rafe, unaware of the internal chaos you’re experiencing, watches you for a second before shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “you’ve been forgetful as hell lately,” he mutters, checking his pockets to make sure he has what he needs. “you seriously need to get out of your head.”

you laugh, unsure whether he’s being serious or just teasing you. “yeah, i guess i’ve just been . . . distracted.”

“distracted, huh?” rafe glances at you again, one eyebrow raised, almost like he’s questioning you but decides to let it go. “let’s go then. the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get outta there.”

he’s clearly not thrilled about going, but it seems like he’s doing it for you—or, well, for the version of you that apparently wanted this yesterday.

as you head downstairs, his hand brushes yours, guiding you toward the front door. before you leave, though, he glances back at you, his voice lower. “oh, by the way, my dad said your parents are visiting, like, ‘rica right now.”

your feet stop abruptly on the stairs. rica? your parents . . . are in costa rica?

rafe’s voice is casual, but the words hit you like a truck.

for a second, your entire body freezes, your hand gripping the wooden railing a little too tightly. your parents—your parents—are in costa rica right now. it’s like your mind can’t fully grasp the concept.

your parents you grew up with, always talking wistfully about the places they’d visit one day, always saying, “when we have time, when we save enough, we’ll go.”

it’s the sort of thing you used to talk about over dinner when you were younger, your mom flipping through travel magazines, your dad rambling about the rainforest and wildlife they’d visit.

those conversations always ended with a resigned sigh, your mom closing the magazine, saying, “maybe someday.”

but this version of your parents? they’re not stuck in ‘maybe someday.’ they’re in costa riva, living the life they always wanted.

you swallow hard, your throat tightening with the wave of emotion that suddenly crashes over you. you blink rapidly, trying to force away the tears that well up behind your eyes. you can’t just break down. not in front of rafe.

on one hand, you’re genuinely happy for them, knowing that their dream finally came true in this version of your life. but on the other hand, it’s a brutal reminder that your parents, the ones you grew up with in the world you know outside of this, never got that chance. they never made it past those conversations.

rafe, oblivious to you, doesn’t seem to notice the full weight of what he’s just told you. he starts down the rest of the stairs, but you remain stuck on the middle step, your hand still gripping the banister. you take a shaky breath, glancing down at your feet, willing the lump in your throat to go away.

“y/n?” rafe turns back when he notices you haven’t moved. his brows knit together, concern briefly flashing in his eyes. “you alright?”

“mhm,” you hum, and you clear your throat quickly, forcing a tight smile onto your face. “yeah, i’m fine.” you nod, though it feels like you’re lying to yourself more than to him. “i just . . . didn’t know they were there.”

he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “yeah, apparently they’ve been there for a while. you should probably call them tonight or something. i think they miss you.”

that comment hits you like another punch to the gut. they miss you? why is rafe the one telling you this, and not your own parents? unless they have? but . . .

there’s just something you’re not getting. something’s missing. it’s like everyone else—your parents, the pogues, even rafe—knows something you don’t. and the longer you stay in this world, the more you realize that the other version of you, the y/n who actually belongs here, has been avoiding people. ghosting them.

you take a step down, feeling like you’re moving through quicksand, but you try to pull herself together.

rafe watches you carefully, sensing something is off but not fully understanding it. he rubs the back of his neck and takes a few steps toward the door. “c’mon.”

you nod, following him out the door.

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[greydiminishing]

Jan 20, 2024

Since my last writing about two and a half weeks ago, I've packed up, moved 6 hours away to school, unpacked and moved in, and had a whole week of classes! Well almost whole, it was a 4 day week.

I am doing,, just okay. I am so excited to be back on campus and in school. But I feel super behind since I've failed so many classes previously, and took basically 3 semesters off. I'm essentially a 22 year old 3rd year. I've been a student in this school for five years. I was supposed to graduate this year, but I have two more years left, at minimum. Some of the kids I have classes with were highschool freshmen when I was a college freshman. I feel self consious and ashamed about that.

I also feel like i'm already behind in some classes after only two actual class sessions (tues/thurs and wed/fri classes). I didnt get as much studying done as I would've liked in those five weeks that i time blocked (But getting into time blocking was definitely worth it, thats helping me so much).

I haven't had to do any actual math in TWO YEARS. I celebrated taking the "last math class of my life", completely forgetting that I need to take a calc-based physics class. Now im struggling in class to find the sides of a triangle with sohcahtoa 😭 If i don't glue my eyeballs to khan academy i'm gonna be a wreck trying to integrate and find derivatives.

And one class has an "Assignment 0" which is just downloading and setting up all the software we're gonna be using, and just trying to clone my gitlab repository took me several hours to figure out.

All the deadlines and assignments and quizzes and project dates has my head spinning. One class requires you to upload your notes to the lecture video before every single class (m/w/f class, so 3 times a week), and its something like 10% of your final grade. Idk i just think thats stupid lol. And I can't help but write notes differently when i'm concious of the fact that someone else will be reading them :/

But I will be studying hard, and getting stuff done early as to not fall behind.

That was academics, now onto my roommates.

I was placed in a random campus apartment with 3 other roommates. We each have our own room, but share the living room and kitchen. They're nice and i want to be their friend so bad, but I'm so socially awkward and i don't know how to make friends 😭. The thing is, I'm coming into "their" apartment mid-academic year, and thats only because their other friend moved out for an internship or something, so I got put in the vacant room. They're already a little friendgroup, the three of them plus the friend that moved out which they're still in group chats with. They might've even know each other before living here, they seem pretty close.

They're not intentionally excluding me or anything, but everytime i'm chatting with them it feels so awkward, and when I go back to my room and I can hear their fun conversations finally ignite. They talk about their mutual friends, and their parents, and plans to roadtrip. Then I go back out to fill my water bottle or make tea or something, mostly an excuse to join their conversation, and the conversation goes back to quiet and polite. I know I act the same way around new people as well, so its not their fault, but I dont know what to do, how to get around this. I heard them from my room talking about anime, and I so badly wanted to join them, but I didn't know how to do so naturally without creeping them out like I was eavesdropping their convo the whole time. You can only go fill your waterbottle so many times.

Its already the end of week 1 and i've barely talked to them. I'm afraid if we don't get more friendly soon, as time progresses, we'll get more stuck in the same routine and we'll only be able to be awkward and quiet around each other for the rest of the semester. I want to suggest we order some food tonight and maybe watch a movie, but idk is that weird? To suggest out of nowhere and not really knowing them? And theres no TV so we'd have to watch on someones laptop. Aughhhh idk. Plus I really need to get started on all this work i already have. Maybe i'll suggest it next weekend.

I'm already planning on making cookies for everyone tomorrow. A freshly baked cookie is the way to friendship, surely?

[ova-kakyoin]

Fubuki: OH MY GOD SUOH! I DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD BE GONE FOR SO LONG ARE YOU OKAY!? I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!

Suoh: I got locked in a box lol

[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw // fluff

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 4k

tags/warnings: slow burn (?), penetrative sex, dom jean, praising kink, slight breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), fluff, confessions, cute jean (yes this needs a warning) cheesiness.

synopsis: you discover something jean has been keeping for himself and it ends up adding all the puzzle pieces together.

a.n: i don’t usually add songs for you to listen to while reading my work, but if you want to get in the mood stream Last Days Of Summer by Summer Walker. thank me later.

i would also like to add that this was meant to be a short series. i got other fan-fiction ideas and need to answer some of your requests. also, i know this part is kind of cheesy but jean is a big softie i can’t help it.

“Connie, what’s taking you so long?” I yelled from our porch, swirling my car keys around my finger. I heard more shuffling coming from our apartment before Connie rushed out, Jean following him, throwing his hoodie on, covering the shirt that was squeezing his muscles.

“I was looking for my dab pen,” he took a hit and blew the smoke in my face. I coughed pushing his shoulder making him miss the step and almost colliding with the ground. I snickered and walked past Jean to my car door before he grabbed my arm and pushed me back.

“Passenger seat babe.” he looked down at me with his lazy smile. I scoffed swatting his arm away, only to be lifted from the ground. “Jean you prick!” I yelled moving my legs around.

“And I’m the kid.” Connie laughed getting in the backseat, clearly not suspicious of his homie’s behavior. I sighed getting into the passenger seat and crossed my arms.

Jean mirrored my action, before cussing, as he felt squeezed by how tiny the space was. “Damn aren’t you a small thing?” he teased backing up the seat so he could feel more comfortable. He smacked my thigh making my eyes widen. I looked down to see him holding out his hand, motioning me to give him the keys. I rolled my eyes and slammed them down his hand. He chuckled before shaking his head and mumbled something underneath his breath.

He wrapped his arm around my seat, tilting his head backward, putting the car in reverse, and slowly drove back. He winked at me before he shifted gears. The car ride was basically Connie singing out loud to songs and Jean casually joining in, their interaction reminding me of Hitch and I.

After what happened last night, I texted the girls’ group chat and told them everything that happened and how Jean was suddenly becoming more and more possessive which was honestly uncalled for. If I want to overthink it, he was always somewhat flirtier with me than he was with any girl when we used to hang out back in the day. However, Sasha and Mikasa didn’t elaborate much into it as they told me to shrug it off, whilst Hitch was rather excited about me having a ‘sneaky link’.

And honestly, I’d be lying if I said he didn’t turn me on… I mean look at him. He’s at least 6 feet tall with sexy sleeve tattoos and a gorgeous mullet. His stubble fit him perfectly and his jaw was sharp. He looked so different and delicious.

“We’re here!” Connie shouted into my ear, shaking me off of my thoughts. Jean had already parked and was taking his seatbelt off. I followed his gesture and got out of the car, carefully closing the door behind me, Connie already outside taking a few hits of his dab pen. Our gaze locked, his lips instantly forming into a smile as he threw his arm around my shoulders and brought my head closer to his lips, kissing my temple. I grinned wrapping my hand around his torso and leaned my head on his shoulder.

I was lucky to have a brother like him. He always made sure I was okay and had everything I need and wanted. He was my support system and I couldn’t ask for more. “All good?” he mumbled, tilting his slightly towards Jean who was typing something on his phone, probably waiting for us before going into the diner.

I nodded and he squeezed my arm. “Come on, let’s go inside, the weather is chilly today.” Jean held the door open as we walked in and spotted an empty table. It was connected to a couch, two other chairs placed on the opposite side of the table.

I sat on the couch, my back relaxing into the soft red leather, before feeling the seat dip next to me. I tilted my head, only to be met with Jean’s cocky expression. Connie managed to sit on one of the chairs and tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “Y’all in the mood for burger and fries?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving,” Jean stated leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs. I nodded and took out my phone from my pocket setting it on the table. We called over for the waitress and placed our orders. “I forgot to ask you, how are your studies going y/n?” he added, dropping his head on his fist that rested against the wood and looked at me. Connie rested his elbows on the table, intrigued by the conversation.

“I’m doing good actually. I still have some things to get done and I’ll finally have some free time for myself. I honestly can’t wait until I’m done with this semester. It’s so tough and for what.” I whined, dropping my head against my crossed arms. His hand wrapped around my shoulder and pushed me towards him, my head colliding with his chest. Taken off guard, my arms wrapped around his torso. “Aw, come on you’ll do great, you got nothing to worry about.” he patted my head and gently stroked my hair. I blushed at his move, my stomach forming a knot. He was being extremely soft and gentle and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't surprising.

“Here you go.” the waitress cheered placing our food down. She eyed Jean before averting her gaze from him as he pushed me closer to him, my head closer to his chest. I breathed into his cologne and managed to hear his heartbeat. Fast. His heart was beating so fucking fast.

Connie didn’t seem to mind as he laughed at his phone before turning it to Jean, showing him the picture of a half-naked model showing off her ass, a man who looked to be her boyfriend standing next to her. “Baldie I’m still here.” I scrunched my face. “Although the dude is kinda hot,” I added. Once the following words left my lips, Jean’s hand swiftly moved down my ass to grab it, making me slightly jump. I looked up to see him glaring down at me then looked back at Connie’s phone. Did this just happen?

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” He cocked his eyebrow making Connie roll his eyes. “Man you used to like it when I showed you pictures like that." he shook his head locking his phone. He stayed silent for a few seconds before pointing at Jean with a big grin. "Oh my god, you are seeing someone!” he whispered.

I removed myself from Jean’s grasp and adjusted my clothes as I dived into my food, enjoying the warm feeling down my throat. “Nah dude, although I must admit that I've been thinking nonstop about someone lately,” he confessed taking a bite of his burger, Connie doing vulgar movements with his hands before he did the same.

“Jesus Connie,” I whined throwing a fried potato at him. “We’re eating.”

“Um, excuse me?” He scoffed as Jean laughed, muttering a small 'here we go', obviously aware of what my brother was about to say next. “The Jean Kirschtein I know doesn’t catch feelings. This dude is a damn sex machine. Which I can relate to but you know what I’m saying." he raised his hands up. "Now tell me, who got you so wrapped around their fingers you can’t even flirt with other women now?” He paused before adding, “ And don’t think I forgot how you pushed off that girl who tried to grind on you two days ago at the club.” I frowned, all of this not making any sense to me. How could he be sleeping with me but seeing someone else at the same time?

I felt sick, my fingers dropping the sauce I was about to pour on my fries as I excused myself to the bathroom. I made my way into the small area and looked at my reflection. I felt dirty. I felt used. Was I going to wreck a whole relationship? Or whatever he calls it.

The door swung open minutes after, revealing Jean. He had a serious expression on his face as he approached me, my ass now pressed against the sink, his tall frame towering me.

“Why’d you leave?” he questioned moving my hair from my face, cupping my cheeks. “I wanted to wash my hands,” I replied trying to free myself from his grasp but miserably failed. I frowned as I tried to push him away again, but his hands grabbed my wrists holding them down. “I don’t believe you, I think you got jealous,” he smirked, his lips inches away from mine. I glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he was seeking.

“Jean let me go. Someone might walk in and Connie is waiting for us outside, also, the food won’t stay hot for long and I want to-“

“I was talking about you silly.” he interrupted me, his thumb now rubbing my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking gorgeous it’s unreal,” he mumbled. “Can I kiss you?”

What was happening… I stared into his eyes that were focusing on my lips. Could he be telling the truth? What if he just wants to get in my- oh wait, he already did… Fuck that was so overwhelming.

“Jean I don’t think it’s a good idea-“

“Yes or no?” I thought for a moment before softly nodding. “I need to hear it.”

“I want you to kiss me…” I whispered almost as if I didn’t want anyone to hear me, including him. I’ve always felt different around Jean and I never knew why, at least until now. He smiled lifting my head up with his finger under my chin, his lips resting against mine gently. My hands gripped onto his hoodie, kissing him with much passion.

I felt safe. I felt good. I felt content.

“You got my heart working overtime, y/n.” he confessed. I wasn’t able to process everything as it all felt like a fever dream. What if I just wake up and it turns out to be a dream. Did he just confess that he likes me in a diner’s restroom? My heart was beating so fast, my thoughts furiously rushing through my brain.

After Jean left to study in France, we never kept in touch. It is true that we used to be friends because of his friendship with Connie and it always felt different from my other friendships with other men like Eren or Reiner, but the distance and the lack of communication turned us into strangers and killed the ‘connection’ that was bonding us. I thought it was just a tiny teenage crush, but ever since he came back, everything returned to the way it used to be.

“Connie is probably getting worried about me.” I said making him let go of my grasp, his eyes still holding the same expression as before. I made my way out of the restrooms and slid my hands into my pockets. “Hey, I was about to follow you, you good?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled at him and sat back down taking small bites of my food.

“Y/n, you know you can talk to me about anything right?” he took a sip of his soda looking at me worryingly. “Of course, I’m fine really.” I reached out to squeeze his hand. A few minutes went by and Jean was back on the table with us. We jumped from a conversation to another, casually laughing as we brought back the old days.

Connie proposed to drive back and we didn’t mind since we both fell full from the food. Jean sat in the passenger seat as I lead down on the backseat, texting the girls every single detail of what happened today. It didn’t take them long to start bombarding me with replies.

‘Holy fuck he said what now? He’s fucking WHIPPED.’

‘I did hear him saying something about a girl when we hung out with Connie four days ago but I would have never thought that it would be about you…’

Seriously Sasha? I sighed and locked my phone dropping it on my chest. It didn’t take us long to arrive at the apartment we were now sharing with him.

***

I dropped on my bed, stripped down naked as my blanket was the only material covering me. I thought about what Jean told me back in that diner. I sighed closing my eyes. As I was almost about to fall asleep, my phone chimed on my nightstand.

I reached out to grab it, the message showing on my lock-screen making me open wildly my eyes.

-jean

you up? if you are, can i come into ur room?

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my keyboard, occasionally typing something then deleting it.

-me

why? wassup?

It didn’t take him long to text me back.

-jean

i can’t sleep and i want to talk to you

I sighed typing a simple ‘okay’ and got up to put a shirt on. I heard a light knock on my door as I slid on the fabric, my hand reaching out to turn the doorknob.

“Hi,” I stepped aside, indicating him to come in before carefully closing the door. He sat on my bed and tapped on the mattress. I sat next to him and waited for him to talk about whatever he’s been wanting to get off his chest.

“About what I said earlier, uhm,” he cleared his throat.

“If you’re here to say that you didn’t mean it, you could have said it over text.” I assumed raising my eyebrow. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened to me and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any bullshit, especially after getting my feelings mixed up. If he was about to mess around, I should do the same and ignore whatever I was feeling, hoping it would fade away over time.

“No, why would I do that?” he frowned and looked at me weirdly. Oh well, spoke too soon I guess. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Listen y/n,” he paused searching for the words. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this to get laid. We made an agreement and if I just wanted to have sex with you I wouldn’t have said anything about well, liking you.”

I stayed silent waiting for him to finish. The moonlight was the only source of light in the room as it peeked through my window. It was quite peaceful. “I think, no, I know I’ve liked you for a while. I never acted on it because your brother once threatened me jokingly about messing me up if I hurt you, and regarding the person I used to be, I would have most probably ended up hurting you and because of that, I decided to sleep on whatever I was feeling and hoped I'd move on from it. But holy fuck you and grew into such a smart and beautiful woman, I couldn’t help but let my feelings for you emerge again.” He cupped my cheek with his hand bringing me closer.

Fucking hell someone pinch me right now, I must be dreaming.

“However if you don’t like me back, or don’t want to hook up with me anymore, I’d totally understand.” I stared at him as I felt like I was looking at a different person. Now I get why Connie was so surprised when he heard Jean talking like that back at the diner. That wasn’t the Jean I was used to, or at least the Jean he became when he left for college. I wasn’t familiar with this new character development if I might call it.

“Why… why are you telling me all of this now?” I whispered, shifting in my seat to sit closer to him, our knees slightly brushing against each other. He brought his hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me closer to him. “You got my mind going crazy.” and with that, I pressed my lips against his, instantly feeling his lips kiss me back.

I straddled his lap and slid my tongue between his lips, our kiss sloppy and slow. His hands moved down to grip my ass, pushing me further to him, my bare cunt brushing against the soft fabric of his shorts. A moan escaped my lips as he gripped the hem of my shirt, lifting it, my nipples exposed to the chilly air. "Wait..." I pulled away and rested my hands on his chest. "We're gonna have to tell Connie."

He smiled and reached out to kiss me again. "First thing tomorrow. I don't think your brother is that oblivious anyway." he chuckled and squeezed my hips. I laughed, bringing his face closer to mine kissing him gently.

Our make-out session became more urgent ad rushed. Jean lied back, his hands resting on my waist as I took off my shirt. His hands reached out to grab my breast, fondling it with his big hand. My hips moved against him, the feeling of wanting to be filled by him becoming unshakeable. Removing myself off his hips, I crawled down and pulled down his sweats along with his briefs, his erection slapping against his stomach. I smirked at him as I began pumping his length, soft groans escaping his lips. I swirled my tongue over his tip and slit before sliding him down my throat, coating him with my spit. "Shit," his hips bucked forward, his cock going deeper down my throat. I started bobbing my head, my tongue running over his underside, feeling the pulsation of his prominent vein. Our eyes locked, his mouth agape and his chest slightly rising from his deep breathing. His hand fell on his eyes as he threw his head back, his fat cock now throbbing.

“Y/n, ah, fuck-“ he hissed grabbing a fistful of my hair and guided my head. I knew he was close and it made me wet as well. My fingers were already rubbing circles on my sensitive bud, my climax as close as his. I removed his dick from my mouth and straddled his lap. I aligned him to my entrance and slowly sunk onto him, sighs leaving both of our lips.

He felt insanely deep within me, his size stretching perfectly. I rested my hands on his chest as I ground on him, his hand lacing around my neck to bring me closer to him, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped in my mouth as his hand made their way to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and moving me upwards. I moaned into his mouth, my nipples brushing against his chest. I sat back up, my hands prompted back on his chest as I bounced my ass on him.

“Ride my cock baby just like that.” he moaned out. We were both already close to our orgasm, the sensitivity sending us off the edge. “You ride me so good, but-“ he sat up pushing me off him. “I want to fuck it in you,” he smirked pulling me off the bed and walking me to the wall, my back pressed against it. He wrapped his arms underneath my thighs and lifted me up, my legs snaking around him.

“Now stay quiet while I stuff you eh?” he breathed, pushing his tip inside me before thrusting his hips forward, almost hitting my cervix. My face hid in the crook of his neck, doing my best to silence my moans. My back moved against the cold wall, his whimpers and moans growing louder in my ear.

I shut my eyes close when he began rolling his hips faster, my orgasm rushing through my body. “Jean…” I whimpered tugging on his hair, my heels digging in his back. My arm was wrapped underneath his, my fingers scratching his back. I clenched around him making him hiss and fuck me harder, indicating that he was also close to reaching his climax.

“You wanna come with me?” I nodded staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah…” I mumbled out, biting down on my lower lip to keep quiet. “Yeah?” he mocked with a smirk before he started kissing my neck, occasionally leaving small bites next to my collarbone.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, my thighs shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. He quickly followed ropes of cum shooting inside me. He whimpered, stroking himself a little bit more before pulling out and carefully putting me down. As soon as my feet touched the floor, his semen began leaking out of my opening down my leg.

“Well shit better clean that.” he ran his fingers up my legs before pushing his cum back in me making me gasp. “You’re good now,” he smirked before lifting me off again, this time in bridal style as he walked me to the bed, carefully putting me down. “I would’ve loved to shower with you,” he stroked my cheek, his body hovering over me. “But I don’t want your brother walking in on us like that. At least not before I tell him everything.” he poked my nose before kissing my forehead.

I nodded my head, smiling at him. “I like you so fucking much,” he admitted once again, this time his lips kissing mine.

“I like you too.” he cocked an eyebrow at my confession. “I knew it,” he whispered and kissed my cheek.

***

“Uhh, back the fuck up.” Connie pointed at Jean who was wrapping his arm around me in the kitchen. “You two like each other?” he waved his finger between us before stuffing his fork in his mouth again. I nodded and pushed myself closer to Jean. “Oh no.” he groaned pushing himself off his stool.

“No no no no no…” he repeated in annoyance as he walked past us. I frowned, turning to see him throwing himself on the couch. He threw his head back, another groan leaving his lips as he ran his hands us his face.

“I thought you’d be happy for me, what’s-“

“You had sex while I was in here?” he accused us dramatically in a high-pitched voice, faking his tears. Jean instantly laughed at his friend’s accusation. I let out a sigh of relief and shook my head before laughing at Connie who was fake gagging.

“We only did it the night you saw us together.” I played off. Connie gave me a ‘you think I’m stupid’ look and sighed.

“It was an everyday thing.” Jean corrected making me elbow his waist. He winced pinching my hip earning another hit. “Seriously man?” Connie whined. I mean, at least he wasn’t mad about us liking each other. The only thing that irked him, which is by the way overdramatized and ends up being one of his silly plays, is the fact that I had sex with him when he was sound asleep.

Connie sighed, his annoyed expression turning into a sly one. “I knew you two were fucking!” he laughed sticking his tongue out and clapping his hands. “Now that I’m positive that my sister got cuffed by someone I trust, I can finally sleep in peace.” I rolled my eyes before raising my hand to smack him but Jean pulled me closer to him making it impossible for me to move.

I looked up only to be met with his browns orbs already looking down at me with pure adoration. I could tell he was going to be one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I couldn’t be more thankful. Connie was still talking but I didn’t hear a word he said. Instead, I buried my face into his red hoodie and held him tightly. Who would have thought that my insignificant crush would actually make me feel so lucky?

“-she was and still is everything I’ve always wanted.” I heard him say before kissing my forehead.

[deewithani]

Baby in the Palace

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 1.4k

Warnings: Established relationship, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of sexual intercourse

A/N: Inspired by my friends in the Boba Fett chat. Fluffy slice of life fic.

“Congratulations, Sir. She has given birth to a healthy baby girl.”

Boba wasn't paying attention. The Kingpin of Tatooine was lost in thought, scared and unsure, but he wouldn't admit that sort of weakness to anyone. If anyone came into your private quarters at this very moment, they would see the Kingpin, the man who all feared and all respected. But no one would be coming, not right now anyway, not if they were smart. This was a private affair, and everyone knew it, so you would be left alone. Boba could let his guard down, just a bit, but he was wound up tighter than a coil.

“Sir?"

The medical droid's words finally pulled Boba from his thoughts. His mind had drifted to his own father, of Jango, taken from him so many years before. Bounty hunting was a deadly business, one Boba knew first hand, but it was also his father's trade, what he was trained in, and what he passed down to Boba. He listened to Jango's lessons, trained, learned, and worked as hard as he could to make him proud.

He hoped he was proud of him now.

Boba sat at your bedside for hours, the entirety of your labor, while Fennec took care of his business in the throne room. Just because he wasn't giving orders from his throne didn't mean he wasn't still in charge, though. Orders went out to any droid, staff member, or guest who was unlucky enough to be passing in earshot of your room. Everything from making sure your favorite reading nook was comfortable, to keeping fresh, cold water coming to your room in regular intervals, to double-checking that everything the baby would need was gathered, put together, or on its way to the palace. Excitement was bubbling over.

He had it in his power to give his family the life and comfort that he had never had himself, and he was going to make sure that it was done.

His family.

Family.

Ten fingers, ten toes, and a head full of curly black hair, laid out on her mother's chest. Perfect, and more than Boba could have ever imagined having in his life. He had long believed that he would never have a family, that his only family, his father, was gone, and all that was left was drifting around the galaxy for work, and surviving. That changed the day you came to the palace, stomping mad because some bounty hunters under his employ had made a mess of your stall while chasing after a target in Mos Eisley. They refused to make it right, so you were going to go to the boss himself, and come hell or a sand storm, your stall would be fixed.

Boba was impressed. Few dared to stand toe to toe with him before, and now that he ruled Tatooine? He was more likely to see a two-headed rancor than to see someone stand their ground against him. He fixed your stall, and started having his staff buy some of his supplies from you as recompense. He started visiting himself, on occasions he could get away from his duty, to see how his spunky reseller was doing.

He fell hard, and quick, and you did as well. He was tough, and set in his ways, but you saw a kindness from him that others didn't see or care to notice. He paid a premium for the parts and supplies that he would order from you, much more than what they were worth, but he insisted. Having extra money gave you more free time, so you filled it with volunteering at the school.

Your time went similarly once you had moved. Cleaning out rooms, doing inventory, rearranging storage, cleaning and repairing parts and droids, and making regular trips into town to visit the school, feed the kids, repair busted holopads. Anything that anyone needed done. You were gifted with the skill and the patience, and if it wasn't for the help of others you wouldn't be in the position you were in to give back.

Your life went this way for some time, buying interesting and useful items from travelers to the spaceport, reselling them, finding specifically requested items for Boba whenever he would come by your stall, and spending your extra time helping at the school whenever there was a lull in travelers or you were sold out of stock. One day Fennec stopped by your stall and asked if you wanted a permanent position at the palace. It was a promise of good pay, an extended network of contacts and traders to locate the products you were looking for, and guaranteed time off to continue your volunteer work in Mos Eisley. It also required a move to the palace, to a room of your own away from the spaceport. Boba was already your biggest customer, and Mos Eisley was rough. Dealing with the general rabble was difficult and the prospect of being able to help the kids of the town even more was tempting. So you took the job and moved into the palace.

Boba would never admit it, not to you or to anyone, but you really did a number on him the day you showed up at his palace and stormed to the front of his dias. You were yelling and pointing widely, accusing some of his men of not only wrecking your stall, but telling you, in no uncertain terms, that it was your problem, not theirs. A tilt of his head was all it took and they were running for the garage, picking up any tools they could get their hands on and running back to Mos Eisley as quickly as their speeders could take them.

And now here you were, holding his daughter to your chest, sweat dripping from your brow and unshed tears glistening in your eyes. He had never seen you look so radiant, not when you stood before his throne with fire in your eyes, not the first time he took you in his bed, not the day he married you and made you his Queen. Sweaty, naked, tired, and with a new baby that hadn't even been cleaned up yet, placenta still attached, and you were both more perfect than anything he had ever seen.

The medical droid spoke once again. “It is time to cut the cord now, sir. Do you want to assist?” “Just a minute, I'll be right back.” Boba left your side then, the only time during or after your labor, and went to a small closet at the far side of the room. You watched as he pulled something from a shelf at the top, looking at it with a odd look in his eyes and holding it carefully in his hands. Blue fabric of some sort, but it didn't look new like the stacks of baby blankets you had received from just about every person who had passed through the palace.

When he returned he began helping the droid, clamping the cord and cutting where he was told and cleaning the remnants of blood and birth from his child's tiny frame. The droid went to wrap the baby in a blanket before Boba quickly stopped it. “Wait. I'll handle this.” You watch as he gently laid out the fabric he had taken from the closet, quickly realizing it was a shirt. Light blue and faded, nothing like the soft fabrics that had been gifted for your child, but obviously important to Boba, as he took great care to spread the shirt out and smooth the wrinkles in the fabric.

Your daughter looked up at her father with tired eyes and yawned, letting a tiny mewl leave her throat. “Tired already little one? Being born is a hard job, isn't it? Let me sit down and tell you all about your Granddad Jango while you sleep.”

“Now, let me see my girl.” Boba handled her with care, holding her close to his chest and cradling her head as if he was born to be a father. He laid her down in the middle of the blue shirt and swaddled her gently, bringing the bottom hem up and wrapping the arms around her little body. “That's your granddad's shirt, little one. He would have been so glad to meet you.”

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[blu-joons]

DATING STRAY KIDS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Bang Chan

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Chan is very affectionate when it comes to you, he always likes to have his arms wrapped your body and keep you close as possible. Whenever he’s around you, he likes to be able to touch you in some way and know that you’re right there with him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

Knowing Chan so well, you knew he talked to absolutely everyone, so you weren’t sure if you really were special or if he spoke to everyone in this way. To begin with, he was just being nice, but as he got to know you more, he quickly found himself falling for you a little more. Everyone could see when he spoke to you, he wasn’t just being nice, he really was interested in you.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He was a nervous wreck when it came to confessing to you, he’d usually be able to start a conversation so easily, but now it felt like he couldn’t even say hello. He asked you on a date one night at an event for the company, pulling you aside. You were relieved to know that he had taken an interest in you, sighing in relief as you accepted, watching as he sighed himself, glad that you really did feel the same way as he did.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates tended to be quite private affairs, but that didn’t stop them being incredibly sweet. Chan’s an old school romantic at heart, he likes to take you out for dinner and be the perfect gentleman, but he just as much loves having you offer at the dorm and doing something together, usually cooking or a game. He didn’t mind where the two of you were most of the time, he just enjoyed being in your company, and the two of you always had something to talk to each other about anyway, wherever it was that you were.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Having spent so many years dedicated to his career, Chan barely had time to date, so you were his first proper relationship. He’d spoken to a few girls before, but not even so much as a first date ever came from any of them. With you however, he found the perfect balance between work and enjoying a personal life, and even if work did call him, you were happy to go a few days without seeing him, you understood how important work was to him. He never imagined he could make it all work, until he had met you.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He’s very much a perfectionist in everything he does in life, so if something doesn’t go right or work has been a hectic sometimes, he can take that out on you. You don’t tend to argue too much about big things, Chan is very conscious of how he speaks to you and treats you, and he’d never do anything to hurt you. Being at the dorm as well meant if you argued, everyone got involved, so you always tried to squash it before it could get too big and solve it calmly, usually just by talking about how you both were feeling about things.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

As his family were in Australia, you relied on FaceTime to get to know his family. When Chan first told them he’d found someone they were all quite surprised, but as they got to know you they could see why Chan had fallen for you, and appreciated that you were such a great distraction for him to live a bit of a normal life away from music.

H ⇴ HOME

Whilst Stray Kids was still quite young, he was quite keen on staying at the dorm for a while and looking after everyone which you were more than happy to do. But he knew, once everyone got a little older and began to find relationships themselves, he’d be straight at an estate agent finding the most perfect apartment for the two of you.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Chan couldn’t help being the first one to say those three words. The two of you were curled up one night and he thought you were asleep, when you felt his lips press to your cheek and the words murmured from him. You smiled in his hold, opening your eyes to look up at him and saying them back to him, smiling as he jumped, surprised that you weren’t as asleep as he thought you were.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He tried hard to not get jealous, but at times he couldn’t help it. Just like him, you were always saying hello to people and chatting, so when he’d show up at the studio and spotted you chatting to a few of his elders he couldn’t help but get jealous. He was incredibly protective of your relationship, even around the boys he’d get jealous if they were around you for too long, he hated the thought of other people making you happier than he could, it was his job to be the one to always put the smile on your face.

K ⇴ KIDS

Before meeting you, Chan hadn’t given having kids a single thought, but as he got to know you and see you around children, he began to consider the possibility. He’d always thought about growing up and having the perfect family, but only with you did he begin to consider that it could become a reality. He had a few years yet before he’d become a father, but he knew that there was no one else he wanted to experience it all with other than you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Most of your days were spent giggling at stupid things you’d found, whether it be a video or a meme. Chan’s laugh was one of the biggest things that drew you towards him, it was so distinct and familiar. For Chan, he loved to hear your laugh, because again that made him sure that he was making you happy. He’d always come up alongside you when you least expected it and tickle your hips just to hear your laugh, accepting when you hit his chest out of surprise. There was never a time when he didn’t want to hear your laugh, it was the best sound to him.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’d been away from home for so long now that it was difficult for Chan to get homesick but being away from you when he was on tours brought the feeling back again. Most of his days were spent worrying about you, wanting to make sure that you were fine. But the hardest part of all was not having you around when he woke up in the morning or when the boys were playing around. He’d always video things they got up to and send them to you, so you felt like you were there with them, but it was never really the same. You missed him just as much as he missed you, if not just a little bit more.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

The two of you always used nicknames for each other, if you ever called each other by your actual name then you knew you were in trouble. Chan always tended to call you ‘bub,’ or, ‘sweetheart,’ he loved all the old, romantic pet names.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your body, not necessarily sexually, but he always just liked to have a hold on it somewhere so he knew that you were with him, whether it was holding your hand, or pressing his hand against your back.

P ⇴ PDA

Every now and then Chan didn’t mind engaging in PDA, but he tended to keep most of his affection for when you were at home. Again, his main thing was to hold your hand and protect you, which he did in most situations, but every so often he’d press a kiss to your cheeks or your forehead just to remind you that he loved you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The biggest question Chan would ask you is, “can you help me?” Whenever he was stuck, or the boys were driving him crazy he’d look to you for help, because you always knew what to do in any situation.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACT

No one but the two of you knew this, but Chan would often try and sneak words into his song lyrics that you had suggested. It could be the most random word, but it would always make him smile whenever he sung them onstage. You didn’t quite know how he always managed to do it, but they were always the perfect, subtle triggers he needed to think of you when he was onstage, or even when he was just missing you.

S ⇴ SEX

Again, Chan is a proper romantic, so sex is incredibly intimate for the two of you. He uses the time to show you how much he loves you and appreciates every part of your body. With muscles like his, he tends to dom, he likes to show off to you how strong he is and how in control he can be. You never complained though, seeing him show off certainly made you find him all the more attractive.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Without fail, every day, Chan texts you morning and night. Even if you’ve only just left for the day, he’ll soon be texting you because he misses you, wondering when you’ll be home or if you have a break in your day to call.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

There were a lot of things important to Chan, the band, music, the fans, his family, but you always topped it all. No one was there for him like you were, at times he wondered what he’d have ever done if it wasn’t for you right by his side.

V ⇴ VACATION

Being so busy you never really got the chance to go on holiday, but when you did, you made sure that Australia was the destination. You were desperate for Chan to be able to go and see his family despite his protests that he’d be fine. Secretly however, he was more appreciative than you’d ever know that you were going to take him home.

W ⇴ WHINING

Whenever you left him by himself, he’d whine, it didn’t matter how busy he was he still liked to have you with him, you were never a distraction for him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Kisses from Chan are always the sweetest, pressing them to wherever he could find a bit of exposed skin. Whether it be a quick kiss in the morning before you left for work, or a more passionate one as you fell asleep in Chan’s arms, he’d take them wherever he could find. They were his way of constantly reminding you that he loved you and that he was with you, quick or long, light, or passionate, it never really mattered.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the crutch of support that he could always rely on.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Falling asleep in Chan’s arms always made you feel so safe and secure, he liked to keep you as close and possible too with his chest pressed against your back, always making sure he was the big spoon so he could protect you.

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[haus-seeblick]

Operation Stop the Flirting

A fic for Suptober Day 15: “Blue Skies and Apple Pies”

Cowritten with tsujiharu! 

Rating: General Audiences; Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester; WC: 5,100

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Summary: Every morning since Cas and Jack moved in next door, Claire has been forced to watch her dad engage in the cringiest flirting she's ever seen. It's becoming clear that neither Dean nor Cas will ever make it to the next step without some well-planned intervention; so, nearing the end of her rope, Claire enlists Jack's help to finally get these dumb old men together. The harvest festival sounds like the perfect setting.

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Tags: Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Claire POV, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Just all the fluff, Kid Fic, Single Dad!Dean, Single dad!Cas, Neighbors, Matchmakers Claire and Jack, They Parent Trap the Shit Out of Them, Disaster flirting, Claire is Sick of Their Shit, Teenager Claire, Kindergartener Jack, Birthday, Dean is Claire's Parent, Castiel is Jack's Parent

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“Morning, sunshine!” Dean’s voice fills the kitchen, way too chipper for the hour. Claire forces down the last bite of her waffles and rolls her eyes. Her dad’s got the phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he puts dishes into the sink, conducting way more of a conversation than is necessary to ask if Cas and Jack are ready to go. Claire grabs her backpack and is in the hall lacing up her Doc Martens by the time Dean says “‘Kay, see you in a sec,” and hangs up with a big smile. He glances around the kitchen, obviously about to open his mouth to call for her, but she beats him to it.

“Already at the door, old man!” She waves jauntily when he spots her. “I know you’re busy chatting up Mr. Blue-Sky Eyes, but try to keep up.”

Dean fixes her with a glare that’s supposed to be stern, but the blush on his cheeks kills the effect. “Watch it, kid.”

Claire just snorts and steps out onto the porch. The crisp fall air seeps into her collar and she shivers. Winter’s getting closer - she’ll have to switch out her Moto jacket for an actual coat pretty soon. She pops her collar and pulls it closed in front of her throat. Behind her, Dean shuts the door and drops a knitted scarf onto her head.

“Who’s keeping up now, huh?” He pushes past her down the stairs and Claire huffs, pulling the scarf off her head and patting down her hair. Her dad’s never bundled her up like this before; the scarf was a gift from Cas. It’s ugly as sin, all lumpy blues and greens, but Claire dutifully wraps it around her neck. Just for the morning. It’ll go straight into her backpack before school.

“Claire!” An excited shriek rings out from next door, and Claire glances over to see Jack sprinting down the sidewalk, arms outstretched. Cas is still up on the porch, locking the door of the townhouse right next to theirs.

“Hey, kid,” Claire calls. She meets him at the bottom of the stairs, patting him on the back once or twice as he throws his arms around her waist. She can’t help the small smile that sneaks through her trained cool-girl demeanor (probably already wrecked, courtesy of the scarf). So sue her, Jack’s adorable. “Cool hat.”

Jack pulls on the tassels of his monkey hat, huge grin on his face, the gaps in his teeth on full display. “Thanks!” he lisps. “Daddy got it for me.”

Speaking of dads — Claire looks past Jack to find her father unabashedly ogling their neighbor (a daily tradition of the Winchester-Novak morning carpool). It’s like he’s not even aware he’s in public.

“You gonna open the garage?” she calls. Knowing it’ll be a while before Dean can tear himself away, she adds “Gimme the keys, I’ll get Jack in his seat and warm up Baby.”

Cas, who has joined them on the sidewalk after struggling with the door under Dean’s gaze, smiles gratefully at her. “Thank you, Claire.”

Snapping out of his trance, Dean mumbles “Yeah, thanks kid,” and tosses her the garage and car keys.

Claire makes quick work of the booster seat, familiar with the routine of straps and buckles. She checks to make sure Jack is comfortable, then slides into the driver’s seat and turns the ignition to warm up the Impala. Tapping her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, she glances into the rearview mirror, only to see the two grown men standing way too close to one another to be socially acceptable, staring into each other’s eyes as if they don’t see each other every friggin’ day. It would be cute if Claire didn’t have to deal with this every morning.

“Jack, cover your ears,” she says with a wink into the mirror, and waits for Jack to gleefully clap his hands over his ears (he knows this trick by now) before slamming her palm onto the horn. Dean and Cas jump apart and Claire rolls the window down, leaning out and sweetly calling “Sorry, my arm slipped!”

Dean points his best you’re in trouble finger at her and she clambers over the backrest to join Jack on the backseat. She’s buckled in, a picture of innocence, by the time Dean and Cas get into the car.

“You gotta stop doing that.” Dean adjusts the mirror as if Claire had messed it up. “You’re gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.”

“You’re gonna make Cas late with all your flirt—”

“—Okay!” Dean hastily revs the engine, starting the radio at the same time. The volume’s still super high from one of their open-window freeway joyrides this weekend, and Cas twitches violently. Jack’s laughter peals over the wailing guitar as Dean backs out of the garage one handed, the other hand frantically toggling the volume knob.

“So much for me waking up the whole neighborhood,” Claire says smugly when they’re finally on the road.

Cas pats Dean’s shoulder reassuringly, hand lingering far too long, as usual. “Don’t worry, Dean. We’re right on time. Thank you for taking me to work.”

“‘Course, buddy,” Dean says, pulling them onto the main street. It’s bustling with commuter traffic. “Can’t have you sitting on the bus all morning.”

Every day. Claire gazes skyward and pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket. They do this every day. Cas’ll agonize about inconveniencing them, Dean will tell him it’s no big deal, and they’ll spend the rest of the ride engaged in the absolute worst flirting Claire has ever heard. Also, it is a big deal — Claire’s had to get up half an hour earlier every morning of her junior year just so they can “take Cas to work real quick” before school.

Cas works on the opposite end of town. When Claire tried pointing this out, Dean just waved his hand and said it’s just what you do for friends. Not once has Claire ever had to get up early or rearrange her day for any of his other friends. Not even for Uncle Sam.

She finds it hard to actually be mad about it, though. In the six months since Cas and Jack moved in next door, her dad’s been more fun than he’s been in ages. He laughs more, wants to go out more, and has even started up some hobbies. (Woodworking in their cramped garage didn’t turn out to be the smartest idea.) He’s always been content with everything they have and would never complain to Claire, but she knows he’s been lonely.

Then Cas moved in next door, and within a week, everything changed. Claire knew Cas was special the second that her dad described the new guy next door as having “blue eyes, you know, like the sky.” She’s never gonna let him live that one down.

So, sure, having Cas and Jack around is great. But that doesn’t mean she wants to witness this train wreck every morning. Scrolling Twitter on her phone, she tries hard to block out the snippets of conversation floating from the front seat, but unfortunately can’t ignore it all. She accidentally tunes back in just as Dean’s finishing up a story about this year’s Staff Halloween Costume Competition. He’s going as an ‘80s P.E. Teacher and is weirdly, overly proud about the tiny red shorts that Claire was scandalized to see laid out on the couch this weekend. No one, no one her dad’s age should be wearing shorts like that. She shudders at the memory.

“I’m sure they will look very flattering on you,” Cas says sincerely, and Claire nearly barfs. She doesn’t miss her dad’s pink cheeks in the side mirror. Thank god, they’re pulling up in front of Cas’ work and this torture is coming to an end.

“Have a great day, you two,” Cas says, twisting over the backrest to give Jack a high five and exchange a smile with Claire.

“We will,” Claire says, making a show of looking out the window. “Gorgeous day. Look at that blue sky. Remind you of anything, Dad?”

Dean chokes on his swig of coffee. Eyes watering, he waves off Cas’ concerned attempts to slap him on the back.

“Okay. Bye Cas,” he manages, voice strained.

“Goodbye, Dean,” Cas replies gravely. “See you tonight.” He gets out of the car and shuts the door, and Claire doesn’t miss the way Dean’s eyes follow him all the way into the building. She clears her throat.

“We gonna go, or what?”

Dean straightens up, putting his thermos back between his legs. “You’re in trouble, kid.”

“It’s just payback,” Claire says innocently, inspecting her nails. Dean grumbles, but they pass the rest of the ride to the school in relative peace, Jack roping them both into a spirited game of I Spy.

They drop Jack off first, since the elementary school is two blocks away from the high school where Claire goes to class and Dean’s the gym teacher. Jack turns back three times to wave at them as he bounces up the path to his Kindergarten classroom. His normal-sized backpack looks huge on him. Claire thinks he’s the cutest kid in the whole damn world, not that she’d tell anyone.

“So, kiddo,” Dean asks, maneuvering Baby through the throngs of parents dropping off their students. “You thought any more about your birthday? It’s coming up pretty quick.” He parks in a less-populated area of the high school lot, to keep the teeming masses away from his car.

Claire unwinds Cas’ scarf and stashes it in her backpack before hopping out and slamming the door behind her. “Nah, not much. Gimme a bit more time.”

“Don’t take too long.” Dean slings his duffel bag over his shoulder and locks the car. “All right. Have an awesome day. I’ll see you after school.” He pulls Claire into a one-armed hug and she squeezes against his side for just a moment before huffing and pulling away.

“See ya,” she calls, starting toward the main building while her dad heads over to the gym. “Tell Cas hi from me when you text him at lunch.”

She doesn’t miss the Friends flip-off that Dean sends her, his two fists raised high above his head as he bangs them together. She just laughs and heads to class.

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Claire is rummaging through Cas and Jack’s fridge when the kid sneaks up on her.

“Claire, Claire, I want Froot Loops!” He tugs on the hem of her sweater, peeking around from behind her back.

“I don’t think your dad would be too happy if I got you all hopped up on sugar.” She finds the grapes she saw in there yesterday, and pulls them out from the crisper drawer. “We get fruit. Our dads should be back soon to start on dinner.”

Jack nods without complaint, the good kid that he is, and wanders back to the table to find his seat. He watches her expectantly as she washes the fruit.

This is a regular occurrence—Claire watches Jack while Dean and Cas go on their weekly grocery runs (or literally any errand Cas needs to run) that absolutely aren’t dates, according to Dean. At first, when Cas tried to decline, convinced that it would be too big an inconvenience, Dean insisted. “We live next door, you don’t have a car, it only makes sense,” he said. Now that was a conversation to witness. The man was desperate to spend any time he could with his favorite neighbor. Claire snickers at the memory.

She places the small bowl of seedless grapes in front of Jack, who immediately picks one up with careful fingers. Claire gets a kick out of watching the kid eat. He savors every bite like he’s never tasted a grape before, when Claire knows for a fact it was his afterschool snack only three days ago — she gave it to him. She ruffles his hair and goes to put the rest of the fruit back in the fridge.

“You doing anything exciting this weekend?” she asks over her shoulder. There’s a box of suspicious-looking leftover takeout that’s made a home on the back of a shelf. Most likely something Cas forgot about. He gets busy with his work, and aside from the dinners that the two families share, Cas doesn’t cook a lot. Claire pulls it out and tosses it into the garbage, scrunching up her nose at the foul smell that escapes from the paper container.

“Uhm,” Jack mumbles around a grape. He takes his time to chew and swallow his food before speaking (because he’s civilized, unlike Claire’s father). “Daddy and I are gonna bake an apple pie for your birthday!”

Claire suppresses a grin as she pulls out the chair next to Jack. It’s the first she’s heard of it, and she wonders if she’s supposed to know about this birthday pie. “A pie, huh?”

“Yeah! Because it’s Dean’s favorite,” Jack replies brightly without a speck of irony (because the kid is five), and Claire can’t stifle the bark of laughter this time.

Realistically, she knows that Cas must also have feelings for Dean. Otherwise she can’t imagine a grown man being fine with her dad doting over him the way he does. But to bake Dean’s favorite pie for Claire’s birthday? The guy has it bad.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a huge gasp and Claire’s eyes dart up. She’s on high alert, worried that Jack’s choking on a grape or something. Instead, she finds Jack looking back at her, wide-eyed and stricken. He clasps his hands over his mouth

“Oh no! I wasn’t supposed to tell!” Jack looks up at her with what can only be described as the saddest puppy-dog eyes that immediately tug at Claire’s well-guarded heartstrings. “Please don’t tell Daddy?”

She bites back a laugh—Jack is clearly distressed—and shoots him a wink. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Jack flashes a relieved smile and turns back to his grapes. Claire leans her chin on her hand, elbow resting on the table, as she watches him peel one of the grapes with extreme focus. An idea begins to brew.

“So...” she starts carefully. “Does Cas talk about my dad a lot?”

“Yeah! He thinks Dean is very special.” Jack nods, wiping his sticky fingers all over the front of his shirt.

Claire’s elbow slips from the table in surprise. It’s her turn to stare back at the kid, wide-eyed. “He said that?”

Jack tilts his head, an action that reminds Claire so much of his dad, and thinks about it. “Well, I asked him if Dean was his boyfriend, because Jesse’s mom just got a new boyfriend and they’re always together, just like Dean and Daddy. And Daddy said Dean is very special.”

A wave of excitement rushes over Claire as her plan starts to take shape. Oh, this is good. It’s the confirmation she needs to move forward.

“How would you feel if Dean was your dad’s boyfriend?”

Jack looks up from his bowl, his brow furrowed curiously. “What happens if they’re boyfriends? Can we still hang out?”

No one can ever know how much Claire loves this kid.

“Yeah buddy, we might even hang out more.” She nudges Jack gently with her shoulder. “But I also think it would make your dad really happy.” She has a fleeting thought that it might be a little unfair, appealing to a kid’s love for his father. But it’s true.

The change in Jack’s demeanor is immediate.

“I want him to be happy,” he exclaims, all sparkly eyed and eager. He’s all but forgotten the last grape in his bowl. “How can they be boyfriends?”

“I have an idea—” Claire grins at him, picking up his last grape and popping it into her mouth. Jack doesn’t even protest. He watches her with the same intense focus he showed that grape peel and nods along earnestly. “—but it needs to be a secret between us. Try and keep it this time, alright?”

She stands from the chair, ruffling Jack’s hair once again. She picks up the bowl to drop it in the sink, and turns back to Jack.

“Go wash your hands. We’ve got work to do.”

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Claire puts her plan in action the next evening, as she and Dean wind down at the end of the day with an episode of The Great British Baking Show. Claire is slouched low on the sofa, her phone in hand while she absently scrolls Twitter. When she looks over, Dean is mumbling about how David deserves to be Star Baker this week (“He’s consistent, they always overlook the dark horse!”).

“Hey Dad?” she says, straightening up in her seat with an elbow resting on the back of the sofa. “I know what I want to do for my birthday.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean’s distracted, and bolts up when the Star Baker is announced, gesturing wildly at the TV. “Dude, Steph again ? She’s good, but come on!”

Claire glances back at the TV where the wholesome British people are congratulating each other like actual friends. American reality TV would never. She smiles—she likes Steph.

“Dad.” She tries again, tapping at her father’s shoulder.

Dean relaxes back into his seat and turns to face her. “Right, right, sorry. You were telling me what you wanted for your birthday.”

“We haven’t done anything fallish yet this year. I think we should invite Jack and Cas and check out the harvest festival,” she says, hoping it comes across casual as opposed to conniving.

Dean blinks a few times, like he’s trying to process Claire’s words. He narrows his eyes skeptically. “That’s what you want for your birthday? I was preparing myself for you to ask me to buy you a fifth. Or a car.”

The comment prompts one of Claire’s signature eye rolls. “Haha. Very funny. No, I just thought it’d be nice.” She perks up a bit in her seat, the old sofa creaking beneath her. “We can pack a lunch, Jack can pick a pumpkin. You can hang out with Cas and stare into his eyes some more.”

“Claire,” Dean groans, but Claire barrels on.

“I’m just kidding. Calm down. It’s just that without a car, Cas and Jack can’t do all this fall stuff, and Jack’s classmates are bragging to him about all this cool stuff they’re doing.” She dials up the puppy eyes she learned from Jack. It also isn’t a lie; when Claire suggested the festival, Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. It seems his classmates have all already checked out the races and the rides.

Dean frowns. “Well, that’s bullshit. Yeah, if that’s what you really want, of course we can do that. Maybe we can carve some pumpkins after. Give Jack something to brag about.”

“Cool.” Claire plays it off like it’s no big deal. She slouches back down, sinking into the squeaky leather. “It’s just… he’s like a little brother, you know?” She peers up at him through mascara heavy lashes, and is pleased to see her words seem to have the desired effect.

“Well, if that’s what you want.” There’s a soft fondness in Dean’s eyes as he pulls her into a one-armed hug.

Things are going exactly as planned.

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Claire’s birthday falls on a Saturday, perfect for their outing. She checked out the harvest festival’s website last night, making mental notes of the activities that’ll force her dad and Cas into the closest possible quarters. She figures that if they’re gonna do this, they might as well do it right.

Dean asks her over breakfast if she’s sure that she doesn’t want any other friends to come along, and she just shakes her head. “I kinda just want a family day today,” she says, and revels in the flustered little smile that Dean gives his coffee cup.

This is gonna be great.

When Cas and Jack meet them out on the sidewalk after breakfast, it’s clear that Jack upheld one of his ends of the bargain. Cas is dressed like a farmer, plaid shirt over patched jeans and (pretty cool) boots, with a dark jacket draped over his arm, his usual trenchcoat nowhere in sight. The shirt’s a bit small for him, though. Claire side-eyes it until she sees Dean’s jaw literally drop, like in a cartoon. It’d be embarrassing if it weren’t the exact reaction she’d been hoping for.

While Dean stutters out a greeting, she subtly fist-bumps Jack behind Cas’ back. Jack stifles a giggle. He’s wearing some overalls with yellow rain boots and a striped bumblebee jacket, the tassels of his monkey hat swinging onto his shoulders. Claire barely suppresses the urge to squeeze him.

Her dad somehow manages to open the garage and get himself into the car without once looking away from Cas, and Claire hopes he pulls himself together before he actually starts driving. In Dean’s defense, though, Cas isn’t doing much better. Claire recommended oh-so-innocently to Dean that it’d be nice if they dressed up a little bit for her birthday, even if they’re just going to the harvest festival. Dean’s made a pretty good effort with his best green Henley and some dark-wash jeans that Claire picked out for him at one of those perfume-ridden mall stores over the summer. He looks nice, he really does, even with the addition of a lumpy Cas-scarf wrapped around his neck.

Cas obviously thinks so, too, because he keeps touching Dean’s arm when he talks, more so than usual.

Claire grits her teeth and figures she’s gotta get through all the gross stuff to get these two doofuses to where she wants them. For once, she’s on board with the flirting.

Dean buys tickets for all of them (waving off Cas’ offer by saying it’s his kid’s birthday, after all), and Jack immediately drags them over to the games area. The air is heavy with the smell of popcorn, caramel apples, and hay, and Claire takes a deep breath. It’s not exactly how she pictured her seventeenth birthday, but right now she finds she doesn’t want anything else.

They make it to the site of the festival without Dean crashing the car, a small miracle in itself. On the way over, Claire whispered some of her plan to Jack in the backseat while their dads chatted obliviously, and Jack now jumps right into action, throwing himself out of his booster seat the second Claire unbuckles him and dashing toward the entrance.

“I wanna do the three-legged race!” he hollers as the others hurry to catch up. Dean casts one despairing glance at Baby, parked in the muddy lot, before fixing his eyes on Cas again. Claire mentally pumps her fist. If dirt on his car can’t distract him, then things are going swimmingly.

Between her and Jack, they lead their parents through an exhaustive series of “High-Contact Games,” bypassing any stand that doesn’t encourage some sort of touching. Dean and Cas stumble their way through the three-legged race, arms wrapped tight around each other, collapsing in a heap on the field after losing handily to Claire and Jack. They dunk their heads underwater in the partner apple bobbing contest, coming up for air with their noses a centimeter apart, both biting into a big red apple. (This activity has the added benefit of Dean drying Cas’ hair with a fluffy towel, and Cas wrapping Dean’s scarf back around his neck after they’re dry.) They tiptoe their way through the “haunted mansion” and Claire holds Jack’s hand tight so Dean and Cas are left to stumble along through the dark together, jumping whenever a cardboard skeleton pops out of the wall.

By the time they make it through the hayride (Cas and Dean squished together on one bale, Claire and Jack on another), the dads are both glowing, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. They walk close together as they make their way through the festival, heads tipped toward one another as they talk quietly. Claire and Jack exchange a triumphant grin and trail along behind them.

“We’re doing so good,” Claire whispers down to him. “Are you ready for the big finale?”

Jack nods vigorously, nearly smacking himself in the face with his caramel apple. “I practiced in my room last night. I’m ready.”

Claire flashes him a thumbs up and shouts ahead, “Hey you guys! We’re starving. Can we do the picnic now?”

It takes a little while to get back to the Impala, with how busy the festival’s gotten and how slow Dean and Cas are when they refuse to walk without their arms touching, but eventually they make it back to the potholed parking lot and Dean hefts the cooler out of Baby’s trunk. There’s an awkward shuffle as Cas offers to carry it and Dean waves him off, only for Cas to insist, and they end up lugging it between them for the ten-minute walk to the big field next to the festival grounds.

They lay a tarp on the damp grass before putting down the huge pile of blankets that Claire dug out of the hall closet. She and Jack quickly sprawl out across half of the blanket island, leaving a little bit of room for Dean and Cas to settle down with the picnic basket. Cas’ butt ends up on the grass, and instead of moving, Claire suggests “Just put your legs over my dad’s, like I’m doing with Jack” and watches both the men’s eyes flare dramatically before—lo and behold—Cas actually does it, scooting closer to Dean and gingerly laying a leg over his. Dean’s hands shake as he opens the clasp on the picnic basket.

It’s a struggle, but Claire manages to keep her cool despite dying with laughter inside.

“Okay!” Dean says, rubbing his hands together and peering into the basket. “First order of business.” He lifts out a pie, and Claire pretends to look surprised. Her dad hands it to Cas, who holds it out to Claire like an offering.

“I know it’s not a birthday cake, but Jack and I made you an apple pie to celebrate,” he says, voice a bit unsure, as if he expects her to turn her nose up at it. She smiles and takes it.

“Thanks, you guys! It looks amazing.” It really does. Cas may not be the best knitter, but he got the lattice of the pie crust just right. There are a few little indents and divots where Jack obviously took a prod at it. Claire swallows a bit. She can’t get mushy now. There’s a plan.

“You know,” she says, “apple pie’s my dad’s favorite. It’s so sweet of you to think of him.” Dean shoots her a warning look and she answers with a shit-eating grin. Cas smiles sheepishly and digs back into the picnic basket, and Claire prods Jack in the ribs. He’s up.

Jack jumps to his feet, eagerness radiating from every limb as he climbs over Claire’s legs and stands right in front of Dean. He whips out the puppy eyes and Claire silently congratulates the kid.

“Hey Dean?” Jack says in his most angelic voice. He tugs on his hat tassels. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

There’s utter silence on the picnic blanket as Dean stares at Jack, computing. Cas is frozen with one hand in the picnic basket, eyes down but obviously hanging on to every sound that Dean makes (which, right now, is nothing more than some slightly strangled breathing).

“Dean?” Jack asks again, and Dean snaps out of it, shaking his head.

“Um. I— uh. No,” he stammers, lamely, eyes darting over to Cas. “No, no boyfriend. Uh. Why?”

Jack takes a huge breath, and Claire holds hers. “Do you want to be my daddy’s boyfriend?” He says the phrase with all the air of someone who definitely did practice in their bedroom.

“Jack!” Cas’ head snaps up and he stares at his son, mortified. “That’s— that’s not an appropriate thing to say to Dean.”

Jack glances back at Claire, brow furrowed, obviously unsure about this turn of events. Claire quickly scrambles to her knees and pats Jack’s shoulder. She looks her dad right in the eyes.

“Listen. Dad. And Cas. Jack and I love you very much. But we are—okay, fine, I am—tired of watching your truly horrific cringe-inducing old people flirting every. damn. day. The best birthday gift you can give me is to get your heads out of your asses and just get together already.”

And with that, she stands up, pie in one hand, slinging her other arm around Jack’s shoulders. “I’m gonna take my pie and Jack and go pick some pumpkins. Give you guys some time. Text me later!”

She doesn't stick around long enough for either of them to reply (not that either of them seem capable of forming many words, judging by the shell-shocked expressions on their faces). She tugs Jack off the blanket and they start making their way across the grass.

As they walk, Jack looks up at her with curious eyes. “Did it work? Are they boyfriends now?”

Claire glances back over her shoulder and sees the two men just staring at each other. They’ve been close all day (Claire mutters a mental you’re welcome), but she recognizes the new nerves in their posture. Legs still gently touching even with the additional space, their heads tilted ever-so-slightly in toward each other. Right on the precipice of something new.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it worked.” She grins down at Jack, triumphant. “You know, I’ve always wanted a little brother.”

There’s a short pause while Jack tries to process this new information. It may be early, but Claire has a good feeling about this. She knows Jack’s connected the dots when he lets out an enthusiastic squeal and hugs her tightly around her hips. She laughs and pats him on the back.

Jack pulls away and also looks back at Dean and Cas, who are now both sporting embarrassingly gushy smiles, practically holding hands on the picnic blanket. God, they’re nauseating. Claire turns her attention back to the kid beside her when she feels Jack take her hand. He has a knowing glint in his eyes, suddenly looking so much older than his five years. He peers up at her, beaming, his wide grin showing off his still-missing teeth.

“You’re right, Claire. They do look happy.”

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Many birthdays (and now, to Claire's dismay, corny anniversaries) later, she and Jack still share the same knowing smiles.

[sapphire-innit]

DRISTAAAAA TIMEEE

VOD: TommyInnit Speaks To Dream’s Sister AGAIN

(rp): Drista!! I love this chaotic child and am looking forward to seeing the children bully each other lmao. I especially love the mythos around Creative mode, and that the most benevolent god on the Dream SMP is just as likely to ban you as hand you a shulker box lol.

I do wonder how in character cc!Tommy is going to be able to stay during this stream: on one hand he’s a master at staying in character even during lh moments, and on the other Exile arc is some Dark Shit and Dristas like what, 14?? Overall I expect this to be one of the lighter streams, with a smattering of moments where we remember that, oh right, Tommy’s pretty actively suicidal at this point and he sees this as one of his last hurrahs.

Speaking of our boy Tommy: it's very clear we are getting closer and closer to the infamous pillar. He switches rapidly between Fight and Fawn reflexes and has mostly internalized Dream’s treatment and conditions at this point. The one stand out moment being him calling out Dream killing Mexican Dream last stream, and pointing out he was changing his story even when Dream tried to lie and say he died of “a drug overdose [...] or natural causes”. I’m curious if Tommy is going to bring it up again, and even more curious if he eventually believes Dream about it; something to watch out for, for sure. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this moment of rebellion happened right after he had someone both stand up for him and spend time with him that wasn’t actively hostile or going to end (supposedly, at least by intention)

Hey we didn’t start off drowning for once!! cc!Tommy was also singing, though that could have been mostly out of character as well. Still, remarkably in a better mood, he even mentions having an appetite! You love to see it, and it's clearly because he’s looking forward to Drista’s visit

He’s building a log tower and on one hand, Tommy building Towers is a natural state of being, and on the other…. I know the pillar is coming and I am scared

A mention of the Anti-Dream hole… I still worry about when exactly and how Dream is going to find it. Still, I’m glad it exists, both for Tommy having a space for things important to him, as well as what it represents about his mental state re:not giving over completely to Dream

DRISTA!!!! LOL she was already online we didn't even see her join LOL. CHAOS GREMLIN she just flew over in creative mode and started wrecking shit, as is her right lmaoooo

“You massive jer--, (quieter) whats a nicer way…, YOU MASSIVE DICKHEAD” oh, Tommy..

I like how he tries to punch her even when shes CLEARLY IN CREATIVE MODE ADSADASD

The violence inherent in fourteen year olds,,,, adsfsadfsdfds

I hate this conversation why is this the conversation asdffdsfsd TEENAGERS

DREAM YOUR NOT EVEN A TEENAGER WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING THE SAME LOGIC

Well SHE can destroy the obsidian asdfsdfds She just Spleefs

“What would Dream do” Probably worse lets be honest

Is he actually gonna go back to L’manburg?? I don’t believe it but I also want :(

Again with the stabbing

AND DOWN HE GOEEEESSSS

“I have the fork, but I'm also killing you” afsafsdfdsf Tommy why are you wearing your good shit omg

Lol cc!Dream trying to defend his character for mocking Tommy’s accent adsfsdfds “I would NEVER” in the totally not believable tone lmaoooo

DID SHE REALLY GO AT HIM WITH A FORK I'M FUCKING DYING DSAFDADSFDS

“I will take it from you and I’ll kill him”... I have so many thoughts about how this works in lore. Is Drista possessing Dream? He can kick her out clearly, but she still has God Powers…

Lol and now SHES mocking his accent lmaoooo (... is it bad she sounded pretty close to me? lol)

Adsfdsfswd casual chaos Drista just broke the Nether Portal

Asking Drista to stop destroying things is a big ask to be honest lmaoo. Also she seems to be at least somewhat informed that ‘Dream is not supposed to be nice to Tommy’ or at least seemed hesitant to do /weather clear

GOD THE LAVA BUCKETS AND THE POTION OF HARMING adsfsdfsdf

“Tommy [beheaded him] actually… and killed Mexican Dream” Dream you motherfucker

“How to Sex 3” THE PANIK!!!!!! From Both cc!Dream and Tommy!!! This server is Not Child Friendly lol (Doesn’t…. That not even include sex things…. afasfsd)

Honestly I can’t stop smiling this is so wholesome somehow even with all the cursing and violence

Pigstep IS a bop, Tommy is right

“Just let him, just let him this one time” :(

“Tommy I still have the Fork” Drista totally willing to stab her brother to visit L’manburg

HE TOOK THE FORK ASDASDAS

Yes, closing your eyes will totally protect you from Forks lol

“I don’t need school, I dropped out” Is this Lore Crumbs, is this Lore

HEYYYY ITS THE BEDROCK, the one piece of bedrock he has lol, I think he still has that in current day right?

Drista is writing her name in BEDROCK adsfsdfds “I’m not going to be able to get rid of that actually” “That's the Point”

LOL SHe also recognized the burrito as from Mos lmaooo

Somehow “I really want to go to the other place.. I don’t know why he won’t let you” hit hard… it was def ooc, and she doesn’t have the full context, but still… its just someone else wanting and asking for Tommy to be able see L’manburg…

Afsdfsd the Small Gasp when she spleefs herself omgg

HES THERE!!! HES THERE!!!!!! L’MANBURG!!!!!!

Punz!!! WHY!!!! Were you there bc Drista might let Tommy through, was this a safeguard for the LORE. Also he’s currently working for Dream directly right, as a merc?

Drista trying to save Tommy!!!! Punz why are you winning a fight with someone in creative adfsadfsd He’s too good lol

They have negotiated a visit… I’m so emotional I wasn’t expecting this…. No one told me we got a real L’manburg visit !

BIG Q SHES FOURTEEN!!! Omg they didn’t tell him it was Drista. BIG Q!!! BIG Q DON’T SELL HER DRUGS

“He was Naked” good for you Drista, good for you. There’s something so hilarious about Drista just stabbing Quackity over and over again cause she’s uncomfortable lol (as is her right)

LOL THE FINAL KILL WITH MAGIC WHEN HE’S ALREADY DROWNING IM

Wha --- what video was it????? What is this Tommy picture on the Technoganda???

….”are you sure I’m allowed here” Dream’s conditioning is strong :(

“At many minute I could get mugged” To be Fair Tommy, that was true before

Did Tommy just suggest spawning in a Wither asdfsdfds

DRISTA DOG ARMY!!!! Aww and Tommy has one too~

THE BENCH!! THE HOUSE!!! Aaaaaaaaa He’s sitting on the bench nature is HEALING

AAAAAAAA A BLAZE!!!! Pfffft

…. Who destroyed the front of Tommys house?

,,,,Drista what are you doing with that soULSAND

��OK we'll turn on him” adsfsdfsd

OH HEY TECHNO!!! Lol “Oh god he meant me” fucking mood big man

……. Tubbo hallucination……… fuck

LOL HE COMBAT LOGGED “YOU CALL THAT COMBAT” I'M

To be fair, logging against a /kill is probably the only way to get away lmao

…...F

“Getting thrown off a cliff is literally how Theseus died!!” lol its also hilarious to me that Tommy def does not remember being called that. Personally I don't think it fits him super well anyway, but I do like it as something Techno calls Tommy, that shows how much he misjudges Tommy's character and intentions. No heroes here, just a kid trying to do good by their friends and what they care about

Techno actually looking up how to kill someone in creative mode

…. :( I just want my actual clingyduo content this is meeeeannn

OH HEY TECHNO …. You fucker he would and it would be HILARIOUS (get mad if Drista opped Techno that is lol)

….

….

IS THIS WHY THEY’RE BEDROCK BROS????? BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE DRISTA BEDROCK??????????????????????????

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS ???

LOL TRUE DUO SUPREMACY TUBBO’S GOT TECHNO'S BEDROCK

Oh F Techno got him with the Obliterator lmaoooo

“I have 114 levels PLEASE” asdfdasfsdf

LOL Tubbo with the TNT there's our nuke boy, I'll take my crumbs where I can get them

THE SHULKER HOLY SHIT

“Don't let someone get it!!”” ADSFDSAFSDFDS they all tuRN CC REAL QUICK WHEN THE SHULKER BOXES COME OUT

Awesamdudes like: MORE PLEASE AFDASFDSF

Techno immediately snitching about Elytra and dRISTA GETTING THE ACHIEVEMENT

EVERYONE SNITCHING IN CHAT I'M!!!! DREAMS REACTION ASDFSDFDSF

Drista being the chaotic giver of illegal gifts is so fucking good I'M THRIVING

THE RUN ON PUNZ !!!! omg

Also can we just take a minute to appreciate Tommy being allowed around people <3 <3 This is so wholesome and good and chaotic as all hell

“I thought I was Tom Cruz for like a whole week” ...TOMMY??

LOL SHE BANNED TECHNO OMG

Dristas on a banning Rampage afsdfsdf

BAN GOGGY OMGGG

Omg shes actually making a wITHER DASDASDFAS

Oh no poor Tubbo I didn’t know he was liVE

319k viewers jeezus

Awwwww Techno hyping up Wilbur's song :) that's so sweet actually

…………….Fuck you Dream :( saw the chance to Twist the Knife in c! And TOOK IT

LOL THE FUCKING FORK IS THE BEST BIT LOLLLL

Lol ironically the Bedrock bros song is the oNE COPYRIGHTED ONE, god why did Minecraft ever copyright Pigstep what a shit move honestlyyy

Pigstep fucking goING TO TECHNO LOLLLLLL “this is the most powerful item on the server since it DMCA’s people”

LOL PUNZ TRYING TO STEAL ANOTHER SHULKER

Poor Sam he actually has to BUILD give this man a SHULKER

Lol Everyone wants a shulker so much

….aww he tried to toss the pigstep disc lmaooo DRISTAS LITERALLY HOLDING IT Scaaaaaammmmed

Drista “I NEED IT ON HAND” So committed to violence !!!

The fucking creepers on the way out omg fuckign PERFECT

LOL TOMMY WASN’T READY FOR THE TURN AROUND ON CURSING LMAO You can tell he's always been the youngest who people aren't sure how much they can curse around lmao He's so soft honestly he talks such a big game and then CRUMBLES when called on it lol

Asfdsfs she fell through the same hole again afsdfsdfsd

Drista has been introduced to a Weapon and she’s gotten ATTACHED lmaooo

Wait HOLD THE PHONE Dream has multiple sisters??? Lol

“Yeah I like Shit” Dream: “whAT???”

Bye Drista it’s been nice!!! I hope she had a good time, she seems like a good kid (who is definitely not a content creator lol though she keeps up admirably)

Drista’s one of the few people who can make Tommy speechless lmaooo he looks actually shocked lol

Also first mention of GhostInnit…. cc!Tommy…..

Keep preparing…. Was his original plan to rush Dream even if (maybe especially if…) he died? Fuck man

Also holy shit was this stream right before Quackitys? ? amazing

This was honestly such a BLAST and a really good time, and I can see why its viewed as one of the few breaks we get during Exile :) I feel so refreshed and it was so so nice to have Tommy hanging out in L’manburg having fun with his friends (even if Tubbo was stuck being a Hallucination and Also Banned lol) No deeper insight, I just haven’t stopped smiling for an hour and a half <3

[athenamikaelson]

So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tiktok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to reader and when they see someone being rude towards reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Request- So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tik tok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for a reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to the reader and when they see someone being rude towards the reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Warnings- Swearing, Dean and Sam being helpless dorks, An ass named Alec, assault

Word Count- 1877

“Well that should do it Earl.” Rinsing off the last of the grime on Earl Danberry’s grave I start to pack up my grave cleaning kit. A lot of the people in town think I’m weird for cleaning the graves but I really don’t care. Just because these people don’t see a reason doesn’t mean I don’t. One day when I pass and get a gravestone of my own, I hope somebody will do for me what I’m doing now. And I just find it nice to clean them for the souls of the people that inhabit them. 

Packing up the rest of my supplies I start to walk to my car as I feel a cold chill brush against me.

“Thanks again kid.” Earl looks at the girl. Patting her on the shoulder. 

“Earl you do know she can’t hear you right?” Another ghost says behind him from a group of ghosts who come to visit you whenever you come to clean another grave.

“I know but the kids good. She deserves a little thanks. Even if she doesn’t hear it.” A few sounds of agreement come from the group. 

“Ya she is.”

As I’m placing the last of my stuff into the trunk I feel a presence behind me. Whipping around I come face to face with the gravedigger Alec. His stench of B.O and the dirty wife beater he’s wearing are the first things I notice. The second is the grim smirk on his face. It would’ve made me possibly less uncomfortable if there was anyone around us and the sun wasn’t fading but because she things weren’t a chill runs down my spine, but not from the cold.

“Heya darling, cleanen them stupid graves again I see?” Alec’s gruff voice comes out as if he just smoked 2 packs of cigarettes before talking to me. 

“Well I don’t think they’re stupid. They represent these people’s past lives. I would think someone who works here would understand that.” He takes a step closer which instantly makes me step back, hitting the edge of the trunk.

Little do you know the spirits were standing off the the side watching the whole encounter.

“He better not try anything.”

“I’ve always hated him.”

“I’m dead and still have better manners than that ass.”

“If he touches Y/N he’ll regret it.”

“Agreed.”

The spirits all agree as they watch the encounter.

“Well surgah I only do this for the check. Mans got to make a living somehow.” His eyes roam up and down my body as I try to make as much space between us.

“Um, ya sure. Well sorry sir but I really have got to get going, cat to feed and all.” As I’m turning around I feel his hand grab my wrist tightly and pull me towards him. Only now able to smell the wrecking smell of alcohol coming from him. 

 “Not so fast sweetheart. We’re having a nice little chat, no reason to be a bitch and leave now.” I try to pull away but he grabs my hair with his other hand and brings my to him. 

I quickly think and bring my knee up to the place no man wants to get hit and quickly run to my car to get in and lock it once I’m inside. Alec comes up to my window and starts pounding his fists on it slurring out swears as I quickly slam on the gas and leave.

The fuming group of spirits all came to an unsaid agreement. He wasn’t going to get away with that. 

“Let’s get to work.”

Sam’s POV

“So Mr. Benjamin,” looking over to the gravedigger who clearly looks like he needs to take a shower, “can you please tell us what happened?”

The gravedigger looks at Dean and I as if he has someplace better to be. 

“I already told the other cops.”

I was about to open my mouth, but was interrupted by Dean. 

“Well Alec, we’re not the other cops are we?” Den raises a brow at the man who looks at Dean in disgust before rolling his eyes and muttering a “fine”.

“Well I was just at home by myself, which isn’t a usual thing you know,” Dean raises another brow at the guy, already annoyed, “and all of a sudden my cabinets are being flung open and all my dishes are being thrown on the ground, chairs and moving by themselves and then it all stopped.”

“Is that all?” I ask him which earns a look as if I’m the crazy one.

“No.” He lifts the edge of his shirt where the scar of a knife wound is evident. 

“After it stopped a knife just flew up to me, stopped mid-air and threw itself into my side!”

Dean and I share a glance. 

“Do you have any idea who would do this to you? Any enemies in town?” Alec looked down at his feet for a moment as if deciding if he wanted to speak.

 “Mr. Benjamin, anything helps.” 

“Fine. This girl who comes and cleans the graves every now and then  and I got into a disagreement the very day it happened. She’s a witch I tell you. A freak. Who comes in their freetime to clean old dusty graves?!”

“Wait she cleans them just because?”

“What was the argument about?” Dean and I question at the same time. Mine the ladder. 

“Yes she does. And um,” he stops and thinks about his next answer which alerts a red flag to me, “She’s just crazy you know?”

“Ok, can you give us her name please?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”

Dean’s POV

Walking up to the house of the Y/L/N girl I look over to Sam.

“Witch?” A confused look crosses both our faces because of the exterior of the house, bright and full of life and color. Not something most witches would live in. 

“Let’s just talk to her first and then decide what to do.”

I walk up to the door and knock expecting an old bag to open the door but am surprised when my eyes meet a youthful Y/E/C.

A look of question in them as I can’t seem to form a question as I stare down at her and take in everything about her. Her Y/H/C that he’d love to run his hands through and your luscious red lips that he couldn’t help but imagine them on- 

“I’m sorry, um could I help you gentlemen?” 

Sam’s POV

A melodic voice enters my ears as I peer to Dean who looks like he’s lost in thought, just staring at the poor girl.

“Yes. Ms. Y/L/N?” The girl sends me an award winning smile that almost makes my knees give out. I can see why Dean can’t speak. But one of us has to.

“Yes we’re with the FBI,” I flash my fake badge and wait for Dean to show his and when I notice he’s still looking at the girl in awe I hit him with my elbow knocking him back into reality.

He quickly straightens up, showing his badge.  

A look of confusion and fear passes the girl's features and at that moment I just want to assure her everything will be ok. Oh shit. Witch Right. 

“Is something wrong? Is someone hurt? Oh, please come in.” She moves out of the way and we make our way to her living room as she leads us. 

“Do you both want anything to drink?” She sends a warm but weary smile our way.

I was about to object, as she might be a witch and all but am quickly interrupted by Dean agreeing quickly. 

As she gets up I send a glare to him which only earns my a sly smile and shrug.

Your POV

After handing the FBI men their teas I quickly sit in my seat putting my hands underneath my legs to keep them from shaking in nervousness at the men,

“What happened?” I ask the taller handsome one. The shorter handsome one has barely said 2 words so I thought I’d have a better chance of getting a response from the tall one. 

“Well a Mr. Alec Benjamin was attacked the other day and he had said that you both had gotten into an argument. We are here to follow up on that. Can you tell us what it was about?” I quickly shift in my seat uncomfortable with the question.

I take a deep breath before I try my best to answer the question. 

“I had just finished cleaning one of the graves when ALec had stopped me by my car. He started talking to me oddly and I smelt the alcohol on him which made me uncomfortable so I tried to walk away but he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I hit him and I loosen his hold enough for me to get to my car and drive off. I haven’t seen him since.” I let out a shaky breath before leaning back in my seat avoiding the men’s gazes.

Dean’s POV

Oh I’m going to beat the shit out of that motherfuc-

Sam’s POV

I can feel my hand grip tightly onto the side of the chair. That ass should be thankful I didn’t know this when I saw him or I would’ve-

“Is there anything else?” Her small voice makes me relax somehow.

“Um, did you notice anything weird beforehand? Cold spots, static, sulfur?” A look of confusion crosses her face before she bites her lips. Instantly drawing my attention. Please don’t be a witch.

“Sometimes when I’m there I feel coldspots, before I was leaving I felt one. But I hadn’t thought anything of it. Why?”

I send her a small smile. Understanding now what must’ve happened.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I think that’s all the questions we have for today. Thank you for your time.” As we get up I see Dean hand her a piece of paper. 

“Please call me if you ever have any questions.” He sends her a smirk which hides the gleeful look in his eyes. 

“Of course.” She brings us to the door and waves us goodbye as we leave. As soon as she shuts the door I hit Dean in the stomach. 

“Did you just give her your number?”

“Don’t act like you don’t act like you didn’t have the same idea.”

We make it to the hotel room and once I open the door Dean and I stare in disbelief.

The place looks like it just got robbed, sheets thrown everywhere glasses broken. But nothing is missing.

“What the hell happened!” Dean’s gruff voice yells. The same question runs through my head before a chill washes over the room.

“Stay away from Y/N!” Voices boom through the room and Dean and I turn around to face a group of ghosts glaring at us. I’m about to grab a rock salt gun, but when I turn around they’re already gone.

“Please tell me she doesn’t have a bunch of angry spirits as her fairy godmother’s?” I look over to Dean before a small smirk crosses his face.

“That’s cool as fuck.”

Taglist- @akshi8278

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #496

Top Ten Violent Moments in Transformers

Transformers is a franchise populated, it seems, by a lot of forty-year-olds. I should know, because in far too short a time, I’ll be one of them. But who you chat to on Twitter or meet in the bar at TF Nation is not entirely representative of everybody – this is important to remember at the best of times – and really, when you get down to it, Transformers is for kids.

It all started out as toys, remember; I know now there’s this whole adult collector market of arrested development kidults attempting to stave off the hopeless sense of ennui brought on by a world sliding backwards into darkness whilst simultaneously being on actual fire by buying plastic replicas of things they loved when they’d never heard of suicide bombers or carbon thresholds or gender critical ideologies, but really these things were meant to be played with by literal children. There was a cartoon on the telly introduced by a bespectacled man in shorts who talked to a rubber hammer. There was a comic with free gifts on the cover. Even now, when Michael Bay gets away with dropping F-bombs into the movies, they still have preschool shows and colouring books and early reader books and, look, just take my word for it, Transformers is a children’s property, just like Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter. Deal with it.

This is quite an entertaining thing to ponder when you consider just how fricking violent the franchise is – and, frankly, always has been. I remember being an Actual Child and discussing with my cousin – also an Actual Child – how there was no way you’d get away with the level of violence and mass death in The Transformers: The Movie if the film wasn’t animated and starred great big chonky robots. This is a film, remember, in which we see entire races snuffed out of existence, to say nothing of crumbling bodies, physical dismemberment, flayed skeletons, and the lights literally going out in someone’s eyes. But ‘twas ever thus: practically the first image in the first Transformers comic is one of all-out war, and features a huge ‘bot literally crushing another ‘bot in his bare hands. right from the very start, writers, artists, and other creatives have used the Transformers nature as, well, not being human as an excuse to do the kind of really meaty, limb-lopping, face-wrecking, body-destroying violence you’d never get away with in other properties. I mean, it makes sense; these aren’t flesh and blood creatures, so we don’t get messy, mucky organs and blood. It’s all cogs and wires and leakin’ lubricant. Plus you can fudge stuff in a lot of ways: for a start, they can always be repaired, so the loss of an eye or a limb or even half a face isn’t some debilitating injury that’s life-changing for the person concerned. But even if someone is blown to bits or ripped in half, quite often their “death” is rendered moot and at some point they can be fixed or even – seemingly – brought back to life. However, that’s no excuse for quite how horrible some of scenes have been in Transformers history.

So that’s what today’s list is all about, then: a cavalcade of gruesome grand guignol inflicted upon unsuspecting ‘bots; a smorgasbord of circuitry, an explosion of energon, a whole lot of just really, really nasty slag going down. Take a stiff drink, shuffle the children off to bed, and prepare to witness some good old-fashioned ultra-violence. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Glavatron versus time and space (Transformers UK, #203-205, 1989): Galvatron really goes through the ringer in Time Wars, the classic, beloved UK saga of the late eighties. To be fair, however, he did start it, and ended up creating a reality-destroying rift in the fabric of space and time. But he goes through the ringer. First of all, half his face is blown off, his eye swinging in the breeze. Then, finally, he’s consumed by the rift, his metal skin literally being torn off his body over several gruesome panels, until his flimsy-looking skeleton is at last pulled into the rift itself. It’s nasty. And when you read this at the age of, like, seven, it’s incredibly nasty.

Shockwave’s brain (Transformers UK #146, 1988): talking about nasty… many Transformers are killed or maimed in the comic. Usually it’s just an explosion or a missing limb or maybe some exposed wiring. But when a mind-controlled Death’s Head kills Shockwave, it’s brutal. Outsmarting and outmanoeuvring the Decepticon leader, Mr. Head blows chunks off old Shockers, until finally digging his fingers into Shockwave’s head and crushing his brain between his fingers. I mean, come on.

Scorponok versus Unicron (Transformers US #75, 1990): many Transformers die in the seminal On the Edge of Extinction story, as Unicron finally invades Cybertron and starts eating it. Some are crushed, some are stabbed, some are blown to pieces. Scorponok, trying to tear Uni’s foot apart with his bare hands – er, claws – is melted by the Chaos Bringer’s fire breath. Optimus Prime finds him later, and he’s a sight: his limbs are literally dripping off, extremities turning into puddles of paint. His face is slipping off his head, exposing the wiring beneath. His pathetic, plaintive last words are a desperate plea for approval and validation. It’s sick, and it’s sad.

Ambulon bisected (More Than Meets the Eye #19, 2013): ah, moving from the classic gory excesses of the eighties and nineties to more recent instances of violence. Here, Ambulon – the poor medical ‘bot who was built to be, well, a foot – is played as a pawn in a gruesome game between uber-medics Pharma and Ratchet. Pharma – nuts and not very nice – challenges Ratchet to repair Ambulon if he’s cut in two. But then Pharma makes it even more difficult by chainsawing him in half from crotch to crown in a blood-soaked scene of horror and carnage. Ambulon, alas, does not survive. But then Ratchet is able to turn his corpse into a weapon in order to escape, so it’s all good.

Pipes underfoot (More Than Meets the Eye #15, 2013): talking of just unpleasant, poor old Pipes, who only wanted to make friends. But then bloody Overlord comes out of his cell, and literally stomps on the wee Autobot. And – as with Ambulon – we really need to call out artist Alex Milne for his rendition of this nastiness. Ambulon is falling apart, desperately trying to stop his spark leaving his body, his shocked mind reeling, but – top man – he still manages to sound the alarm before finally expiring. Talk about traumatic.

Scrounge versus the smelting pool (Transformers US #17, 1986): back to the old days, and here we see the sad death of poor little Scrounge, the Autobot spy with a special arm. After being caught by mean old nasty Decepticon boss-man Straxus, he has his special arm ripped off. His mate Blaster tries to rescue him, but he’s already been dumped into the smelting pool, and so when Blaster picks him up, there’s only half of him left; the rest is dripping clumps of liquid metal, falling back into the pit.

Sharkticon facial (The Movie, 1986): we move at last into, well, movies. And the ’86 animated classic is known for being pretty damn violent. Optimus and Megatron beat each other up, Unicron eats a planet, Brawn gets shot in the shoulder… it’s a whole thing. When the Sharkticons are trying to eat Hot Rod and Kup, one of the little fish-bots goes to slice our heroes, but he misses and claws the face off one of his little fish-bot friends. Said face then slips off his skull in thick metallic slices, in a way that I found incredibly grisly even as a nipper.

Starscream’s ghost (Transformers UK #216): this is a classic moment for me, not just because of the level of horrific robo-violence on display, but also because it was one of (maybe the?) first instances of artist Andrew Wildman’s glorious way of depicting injured Cybertronians. We see Starscream, presumed dead, wandering round like a zombie; basically a walking skeleton, exposed struts and rivets, internal fans and components on display, wires trailing everywhere, and lots and lots of leaking energon. It’s a delightfully detailed, nasty piece of art, and one of many Wildman would contribute to Transformers over the years.

The Insecticons were in the way (The Movie, 1986): back to the movie and another bit of superior viciousness. Basically, the creepy-voiced Insecticons are trying to eat their way into Autobot City, when Hot Rod and Kup (them again!) run over them on their way into the city. And they literally run over them: in glorious close-up, we see Kickback’s head crushed under Hot Rod’s wheels, his skull flattening, the glass of his eyes shattering. This film was given a U by the BBFC.

The Jumpstarters’ twin fates (Last Stand of the Wreckers #3-4, 2010): a slight change of pace here, as this one is less of a gore explosion and more of a sustained piece of nastiness. Twin Twist is being tortured by Decepticon Stalker; we don’t get to see much of it at first, but we know it has something to do with his mouth, because his twin brother Topspin is feeling every painful twinge. When we do get to see it, it’s horrible; half his face is torn away, his eye gone, his jaw gone, as Stalker sticks things into his face. In the end, Topspin sacrifices himself to save the mission and put his brother out of his misery, as their branched spark means they’ll both die at the same time. A very nasty piece of writing by Nick Roche, and a really gory bit of art by, er, Nick Roche.

I feel I should throw a bit of praise – if that’s the word – to writers Simon Furman and James Roberts for their part in crafting many of these scenes of horror and misery. And there’s plenty more – Optimus in pieces after Unicron, or Roadbuster’s head exploding, or Ravage being torn in half, or – I guess – the whole “give me your face” thing in Revenge of the Fallen. Basically, what I’m saying, is that Transformers is nasty and no one should ever read or watch it.

And do not get me started on how the toys would break.

[laceymorganwrites]

Sundress

Word count: 1,437

Pairing: Osamu x fem!reader, former Kuroo x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, bad plot, VERY ooc Kuroo, SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS

Song: Sundress - ASAP Rocky

A/N: I like the idea I had with this, the execution...not so much (Also I blame @miyaniacs for being in Osamu hell. Like damn, I thought liking Atsumu was enough, but no, they´re a package deal. Gotta love both of em)

Fuckin' with the wrong man Said she fuckin' with the wrong man Ever since she left me

Every person in your life left a mark on you, whether that be bad or good. No matter how small of a role they played, they always left something within of you. That was just how it worked.

Sure, nobody ever really thought about that, it was a natural part of growing and learning, making friends, them leaving, you develop and find new ones, you make new acquaintances every day.

Of course the same applies to relationships, only in a greater scale.

I guess she fell into the wrong hands, yeah And now you're f-in' with the wrong man, man For you that meant getting immense trust issues and insecurities. Even during the last moments of your last relationship.

You always wondered how you ended up like this when it started so beautifully.

Kuroo and you were friends back in high school, never thinking that anything more could happen. But it came naturally, if Kuroo Tetsuro was your close friend it would almost be a crime not to fall for him.

And he did too, or so you thought.

After you broke up you realized that he never cared about you in that way and didn´t want to hurt you. Your relationship was built from lies from the beginning and it hurt ever since you realized that, it never stopped hurting even though Kuroo has long since vanished from your life.

The whole time you were together, it left you craving more. It was like nothing changed, he never made any efforts with you, having to either study or work. You were the only one who suggested date nights he then stood you up on.

Maybe you were doomed from the start.

You took some time away from me, I see you made your mind Just read the signs, it's clear to see, I'm tryna make you mine 'Cause love is blind, your hurt is fine, to heal, it takes some time

You hated still thinking about Kuroo after all these years, after you found love again in another man.

When Osamu first came into your life, you were wrecked. Absolutely. Kuroo left his marks on you, clear to see for Osamu.

But that wasn´t why he was with you, he didn´t pity you at all, didn´t feel sorry for you. Instead he could see the wonderful lively traits in you that you had long since forgotten. You were so strong and he wanted to make you see that again.

Wounds from past relationships heal slowly, but never completely vanish. Osamu wanted to be there for you through it all.

Something inside of you inspired him, you were the first person who showed him that marks left by others don´t always have to be bad. I guess she fell into the wrong hands, yeah And now you're f-in' with the wrong man, man

Kuroo still thought about you, about all the mistakes he made and how badly he wanted to make it right. He should´ve never dated you, so everyone told him. But he knew better. He did feel a lot for you at the time and you did for him as well. So where was the problem? Sure, he never told you anything about himself, but that was private. You should´ve understood that. And yeah, maybe you didn´t go on dates, but he was busy. Didn´t you support him? Wasn´t it supposed be the way that you´d give each other space? You were just too clingy for him, maybe you just weren´t ready for a serious relationship yet.

Oh well, he couldn´t really change that. At least he tried. He did try to think about where it all went wrong, but he couldn´t pinpoint it. You even refused to stay friends with him as you broke up with him. That hurt a lot and Kuroo never understood why.

Tokyo trips, shoppin' sprees full of gifts I remember we would dream about kids Tryna get that V with that crib Back when you used to be's with that Crip Gotta give a little to get A little bit in return now, tables turn now And you heard 'bout me and my bitch I'm just tryna chill 'Cause lately I've been thinkin' bout you and rebuildin' Walking round like you lost feelings I can tell he not fulfilling You in love with me still They say only if looks could kill, for real You walk around town with that guy When you pass by, I just laugh like

“Oh, (Y/N), it´s been a while. Who´s your friend?” Kuroo approached you while you were still in shock seeing him again. At Osamu´s shop out of all places. You and him were eating together like always in his break when he just waltzed in. Osamu looked at you in concern, holding your hand and squeezing it tight. It wasn´t just that you were reunited again, that was inevitable. But for him to actually come up and talk to you? It was too much.

Especially since he made it seem as if everything was fine between the two of you.

“Boyfriend actually” Osamu said sternly, glaring down Kuroo. You felt your chest swell with pride. You knew that no matter what Kuroo was going to say, it wouldn´t matter. Osamu was here for you, protecting and caring for you. He was the kindest and gentlest soul in private, but when you told him about Kuroo and the marks he left on you, he was fuming. Osamu didn´t understand how anyone could treat you like that, taking you for granted like that, like a bother. It made him angry beyond anything else.

“Ah, so you´re my replacement” Kuroo chuckled, coming even closer, making you snuggle close to Osamu who put an arm around you.

“I´d rather call it an improvement, so why don´t yer tell me what the fuck you want from my girl and fuck right off, would ya?” Osmau stood his ground, glaring daggers at Kuroo who only laughed.

“Aw, we´re just having a friendly chat here, isn´t that right, (Y/N)?” he said in a cold tone that made shivers run down your spine.

“It´s alright, babe” you said and caressed Osamu´s arm.

“She used to call me that too, miss me that much?” Kuroo grinned, making Osamu grit his teeth. What the hell was his problem? Was he only here to taunt you? “Do ya really think she´d miss the guy who broke her heart? Who´s the reason she´s got trust issues? Do ya even know what a wreck she was after what you´ve done to her?” Osamu spoke up, almost growling.

Somehow even though this situation made you beyond uncomfortable, you felt safe in Osamu´s embrace.

“What I did to her? Come on, it wasn´t that bad. She broke up with me because I was busy with work. Not my fault, I just didn´t have any time. It´s kind of her own fault for trying even though she knew that” he nonchalantly explained and it was in this moment that Osamu lost his composure.

“What the fuck is wrong with ya? You don´t treat a girl like her like shit! You make time for her because she´s worth every fucking second. I´d never put anything above her, that´s just a fucking dick move and she was right to break up with you. You´re selfish and entitled and honestly just a prick. So do us three a favor and leave us the hell alone” he raised his voice at Kuroo who sighed.

“Damn, you´re petty. That´s not a cute look. But if that clingy chain makes you happy, good for you I guess” he scoffed and left the restaurant.

Osamu pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“What an ass… glad yer not with him anymore” he commented, making you chuckle just a bit.

“Naw, is my princess smiling again?” Osmau gently placed a hand on your cheek, stroking it and smiled at you, his eyes full of adoration.

You nodded, giggling a bit as you hugged him.

“I love you, thanks for being there for me all the time. I don´t wanna do this without you” you mumbled into his chest, feeling his warm hands stroking your back.

“I love you too, don´t ever worry about that jerk again. I´ll show you how you deserve to be treated” he stated, determined to make you forget all about your ex. I guess she fell into the wrong hands, yeah And now you're f-in' with the wrong man, man

[theartofimaginaryfriends]

Hey I'm the person that request that Apollo caught reader and Percy kissing. Could you do a sort of part 2 of that where she gets injured on the quest and Apollo/Lester has to tell. She's in critical condition and might not make it and Percy's a wreck. Apollo can only think of hyacinth. But happy ending where she makes it. I always feel awkward requesting 2 times on a blog like I'm bothering them. So if I'm bothering you I'm sorry.

Come Back to Me Part 2

Premise: Y/N got fatally wounded when the Waystation went under attack. When Percy found out, he refused to leave her side. Apollo can't help but think about his lover, Hyacinth. 

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A/N: This was going to be completely written yesterday, but I tend to write in the evenings and it was 1AM so I went to bed because I forgot I had a meeting this morning XD Also!! You are never bothering me sending in requests! If you have any other requests or just want to send in an ask feel free to do so and I will be more than happy to write it/respond to you! This fic is something I’m particularly fond of because I love Apollo’s character development in TOA, and it was fun to play with. There’s a bit more focus on Apollo than there is Percy, but I still really love it. Hope you do, too :D For context in this: Y/F/F = Your Favourite Food

The guilt Apollo felt worsened as he approached the apartment complex for the second time this year. This time around, however, he wouldn't find his daughter sprawled out on the Jackson's couch bored out of her mind from all the studying. He knew where she was, and he was afraid to break the news to Percy.  

His hand hovered over the buzzer, and he took a deep breath. His companion on this trip – Thalia Grace – nudged him to remind him why he came back. He mentally prepared himself for what was going to come his way before pressing the button, and the same female voice greeted him like last time. "Hello?" 

"Um, hi," the former God cleared his throat. "It's Apollo. I hate to stop by, but I have news that  Percy's going to want to hear."  

"Oh, I'll buzz you in," Sally's voice sounded as scared as Apollo felt. Percy's mother adored Y/N, and it comforted him to know she was being well taken care of. Especially because he couldn't.  

He reluctantly knocked on the door, and this time was greeted by the teenager looking worried and exhausted, rather than annoyed at his arrival. "What the hell happened- oh hey, Thalia." 

"Hey, Percy," the huntress gave her friend a sad smile. "It's about Y/N, can we come in?" 

Percy nodded and stepped aside. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, only increasing Apollo's nerves. He really hated mortal emotions, still not seeing the benefit to them. They never seemed to be helpful in any situation, but he couldn't control how he felt. Especially when the topic happened to be someone he cared about. 

Sally, Percy, and his stepfather Paul led them to the small living room to chat. The son of Poseidon had an intense look in his eyes, filled with concern and resentment. Apollo had a feeling the resentment was directed towards him but opted to believe the opposite. He couldn't bear to look anyone in the eye as he told them what had happened.  

Y/N was at the Waystation when it went under attack, and Commodus had his Germani holding her, Emmie, Georgina, and Leo hostage. In an attempt to help her escape, Apollo managed to reveal his true Godly form which blinded the New Hercules and his troops. In doing so, the Germani holding Y/N hostage wounded her before turning into dust. The wound was fatal, and it didn't look good for her.  

Percy stayed silent as Apollo explained, his expression changing from anxious, to angry, and then distressed. Everyone present waited for him to say something, but it seemed as though he couldn’t. Sally instinctively brought her son into a comforting hug, and at her touch, the boy burst into tears. Y/N had been injured in fights before, but never severe enough that it was likely she wouldn't survive.  

Apollo couldn't help but get choked up himself. He had grown fond of his daughter in the two months he spent with her on the Quest. Despite the constant near-death experiences, Apollo had gotten to know her beyond a hero. It was his fault she was in this state, and he was worried the demigod sitting in front of him would blame him as well.  

"I need to be with her," Percy wiped the tears from his eyes, speaking more to Sally than anyone else.  

"How safe is the Waystation right now?" The woman asked kindly.  

"Percy will be in safe hands," Thalia answered, smiling as Sally. "I'll make sure he gets back to you in one piece."  

"Go, Y/N needs you right now," Sally squeezed Percy's shoulder. As soon as Sally said that, Percy rushed to his room, and emerged with a duffle bag not even a minute later.  

He hugged his parents goodbye and left with Thalia and Apollo. The demigod radiated anguish, causing the tension to increase between the three of them. Thalia glanced at Apollo, a look of pity in her eyes. She was worried about Y/N like everyone else, but she had a feeling she would be okay. It would just take time for her to heal.  

*** 

Percy hadn't left Y/N's side since he came to the Waystation. Emmie and Jo were worried about the boy, trying to convince him to eat more than just some toast for the fifth time that day. Leo tried to help as well, noticing that his friend wasn't sleeping at all.  

It had been two days, and Y/N's condition hadn't changed in the slightest. While Jo tried to convince the residents that it could mean good news, Apollo could tell she was as worried as the rest of them. This was a difficult wound to treat, and quite frankly it was a miracle Y/N had lasted this long.  

Apollo couldn't help but think of Hyacinthus when he had dropped by to visit his daughter in the infirmary. Percy looked completely broken as he gripped her hand, reminding him of how he felt when his lover was killed by Zephyros.  

In his eyes, Hyacinthus was the most beautiful man he had ever been with. The love that Apollo felt for him was still prominent to this day, causing the former God to compare all of his lovers to him. It still pained him to think about his lover, and the Hyacinth was a painful reminder of what he had lost. Due to Zephyros, Apollo would never feel a love like that again carrying the burden of grief for the rest of his Immortal life.  

Percy felt the same way about Y/N that Apollo felt for Hyacinthus, and it broke his heart. The boy didn't even notice when there were other visitors around, and Apollo was convinced that the demigod barely even knew where he was at this point. The only thing Percy could focus on was his girlfriend, who seemed paler since the last time Apollo came to visit.  

He held his daughter's free hand, finding himself praying to anyone that would listen. Don't you think this is punishment enough? Putting me in this pathetic mortal body, and putting my own life at risk? Y/N doesn't deserve to die, she has an entire life left to live. Please, don't take this away from her. She doesn’t deserve this. 

*** 

Y/N had gotten herself injured before, but the pain this time around was unbearable. She was weary when she woke up, and only vaguely aware of where she was. All she remembered was being held hostage by the Germani, and a sharp pain as she shielded her eyes away from Apollo's Divine form. The next thing she knew, she was confined to a bed in an infirmary with... snakes? 

The next thing she became aware of was the boy sitting next to her. His jet black hair was a mess, and his sea-green eyes were red and puffy. He had an iron grip on her hand, to the point that it almost distracted from the pain she felt from her wound. "Perce, you may want to lessen your grip a bit there." 

Her throat was extremely sore, and her voice didn't sound any better. Percy didn't seem to care, though, seeing his girlfriend awake. Exhausted and in pain, but awake. He almost fell out of his chair in shock, amusing the girl to no end, but quickly recovered. The smile on his face was infectious, and Y/N was pleased to see him. "How are you feeling?" 

She was about to reply when Jo came running in. "What's going- Oh! You're awake."  

The old woman looked relieved and rushed over to give Y/N some nectar. It tasted like Y/F/F and Sally's blue cookies. Her strength returned enough that Percy was able to help her sit up. "How long was I out?" 

"Three days," Percy answered, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "We didn't think you were going to make it." 

"You really think I was going to die?" Y/N snorted. "Gods, what a lame way to kick the bucket." 

"Not funny," Percy crossed his arms and tried to look disappointed in her.  

"It was a little funny!" 

"No, it wasn't." 

"Babe, you're smiling. " Percy rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss her. He listened to Y/N as she recounted what had been happening the past seven weeks, overjoyed that she was back by his side.  

The two barely noticed Jo leave the room and Apollo watching them at the doorframe. He was glad his daughter was okay and even happier to see her smiling. He wasn't sure if it was because his prayer was answered, or some sort of miracle happened, but he was grateful to know that she was alive. Apollo wasn't about to let Y/N lose the love of her life, especially at such a young age.  

At that moment, Apollo knew that he couldn't allow Y/N to join him on any more quests – even if it meant fighting with her about it. She was meant to go back to New York with Percy, and catch up on the schoolwork that she missed. The former God couldn't take that away from his kid and preferred she live a boring life for a while. As long as she was safe, it didn't matter to him.