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Starving Affection

Summary: It had been five years since (Y/N) had any physical contact with another person. When she starts talking with a man online who reads her fanfics, a battle of her mind and body begins. When the time comes to meet him, she finds that there are still decent human beings in the world. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Sami (OFC), Plus Size!Reader Pairing: Jensen x Plus Size!Reader Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut/Body Image Distortion Word Count: 9256 A/N: Again, me working through my feels. Thank you for allowing me to do so.

My chest tightened. Jaw clenched until my teeth hurt. My body rigid and frozen as panic flowed through my veins. The overly friendly, new teacher had her arms outstretched towards me. If I had been a normal person, I would gladly hold my arms out as well embracing her kindness and affection.

I was not normal.

“Hey Katy!” My partner teacher and best friend, Sami, headed her off by stepping in front of me and taking the hit of affection.

There was a special place in Heaven for Sami and if not, I would fight God themselves to make it so. I could see Sami whispering to Katy and a nod of acknowledgement told me I would not have to worry about her advancements again.

“Sorry (Y/N), I didn’t know you weren’t a hugger. How about a high five?” Her sweet gesture had my trembling hand stretching out to her as she quickly slapped it with her own.

Only Sami could see my flinch from the physical touch of someone. Everyone else summed it up to my quirky personality and weird aversion to being touched. Thankfully our English department meeting was over and I could escape to the safe haven of my car. Sami was close behind me waving goodbye to everyone.

I bumped my shoulder to hers as she was the only one I had no problem with minor touching, “Thank you for taking that hug for me.”

She laughed, “You’re lucky I’m a friendly and huggy person. Hey, I meant to ask you before school today, but how is counseling going?”

I cringed, averting my gaze from her, “It’s… going fine.”

She stopped me with a tap on my shoulder, “The truth, please.”

I sighed as my shoulders slumped in defeat, “I stopped going,” I saw the incoming assault in her narrowing sky colored eyes.

“(Y/N)! You were making such good progress with this counselor. I was even able to give you a one arm hug.” The disappointment in her voice weighed my shoulders down even more.

I leaned against my car pulling on the sleeves of my hoodie, “I know, I know. She had me go to one of her support groups and everyone had to hug someone. I… I just couldn’t. I tried three or four times going to the group and I failed every time.”

My eyes fell to the ground, disgust filling my mind, “Yes, you really are as pathetic as you’re sounding.” My inner voice snarked.

I heard Sami sigh, “It’s okay. We can work through it together. We can keep doing everything you liked from her and work at your pace.”

Looking up, I forced my lips into a small smile to appease my only real life friend, “That sounds good. Thanks Sami for putting up with me.”

I made my way home to a small ranch style home that was off the beaten path. My grandparents had left it to me knowing I would love the seclusion of it. It was my Fortress of Solitude. The only living thing, other than Sami, to be able to snuggle with me was Charlie the cat. The copper Main Coon was sitting by the door awaiting my arrival.

My evenings were always the same. Check in with my mom for an hour on the phone. Make or order dinner, which tonight was ordering pizza for the leftovers tomorrow. Turning on my favorite TV show, Supernatural, on Netflix and working on one of my millions of fanfics.

“Yes, stay in complete denial by hiding in your fantasy worlds and falling in love with fictional characters. Loser.”

I pushed my inner thoughts to the very back of my mind and focused on my current series I was writing. Pulling up Tumblr, I looked in my notifications seeing someone binge reading my masterlist. My heart always swelled with joy whenever someone took the time to read my writings. This person was also leaving feedback as well.

“ChevyMan67: I love this version of Dean! You truly have captured his personality and sarcasm.”

“ChevyMan67: I can’t get enough of this series! Please tell me there is more to come. I need to know if Dean finally falls in love and gets his apple pie life.”

I read through every comment and looked at every GIF the reader posted. I hit follow on his blog then took a few screenshots from my activity page, pulling up a blank post adding the pictures.

“Thank you to @ChevyMan67 for binging my stories! Your feedback means everything to me!”

As soon as I posted it there was a notification of a reblog from him. He posted a GIF of Dean screaming with #Fangirling flashing underneath. My cheeks ached from the unusual tension of a genuine smile spreading across my face.

Online I could be anyone I wanted. I would virtual hug and blow kisses at my friends. I was able to be more like the woman I was. Social, happy, carefree, open to others. I could be the woman I desperately wanted to be but my mind would not allow.

“Stay guarded. Remember what happened when you trusted him? Trusted his family? Never again. You promised never again.”

My indeed guard held the line at the gate of my mind. She stood in full armor and shield ready to throw off anyone that even attempted to break through to the part of me that desired to be a whole person again. I shook my head with a firm nod and reaffirmed my promise to myself to never let anyone that close to me again.

As I was closing down her computer for the evening, a ding caught my attention as a message came from Tumblr. Opening the window, I saw a DM from my newest follower.

“Hey there, I just wanted to say thank you for following me. Apparently I’m a rarity on here for being male and a fan of Supernatural. I truly love all your writings and can’t wait to read more. Hopefully, we can get to know each other better and become friends. Anyway, I’ll leave you alone. Message me any time. Goodnight.”

I re-read the message several times before closing my computer. Sure I had people message me for small talk and a few close friends I had on there. This felt different. Something deep within me sparked and I did not know how to react. There was only one person I knew I could go to and her reaction was more frightening than the thought of responding to ChevyMan67. That night was the first of many restless nights for me.

A week later, I finally sat down and responded to him.

“Hey, I’m sorry it took me so long to respond. I’m… well, I’m not used to talking to guys here. I think it’s great that you’re on here and reading, BTW. I’m working on a few pieces right now, maybe you could beta for me if you have time. I hope we can be friends as well. Have a good weekend!”

I was nearly hyperventilating when I hit enter sending the message. I tried to work on my newest one shot story and ignore my anxious heart awaiting for the ding. It was not until I was in bed watching my favorite episode of Supernatural that my phone chimed.

“Tumblr: Message from ChevyMan67”

My finger hovered for a moment before opening the app. The message opened and I let out a air I had been holding in my chest.

“No worries. Everyone is busy and has their “real life” to attend too. I work odd hours and days all the time so I get it. I would LOVE to beta for you!!!! Reading your work before it’s posted online? HELL YEAH! I feel honored you asked and I’m fanboying hard right now. Crap… that sounded… I mean. Sorry lol. You can send your fics to [email protected]. Looking forward to hearing from you again.”

Over the next six months, Ross and I talked throughout our days getting to know one another. Three month into Tumblr messenger and dumb updates, he gave me his cell number to text one another. At times, I would have to catch myself from laughing while my students took a test. Everyone around me started to notice the small changes in me. Smiling more, talking more and one student commented on me wearing bright colors.

“You look good in yellow Miss (Y/L/N).”

However it was Sami who demanded to know all about the changes going on with me. We sat at our favorite restaurant, the first round of drinks being set in front of us. After the waiter took our order, Sami began her interrogation.

“Tell. Me. Everything. You’ve been keeping me at bay and I’ve respected your space, but you have seemingly blossomed in the last few months. Spill.”

I bit my lower lip as my phone sounded with an all to familiar chime. I went to grab my phone when Sami placed her hand over it, “Me first. Tumblr second.”

“It’s not Tumblr. Let me reply to him and then I will tell you everything.” I dared to look up to see my best friend’s face frozen in shock.

Her eyes wide and mouth gaping, “Him?!”

I nodded reading Ross’s message, “Hey I know you’re out with Sami and going to tell her about little ole me. I just wanted to make sure you were still thinking about what I asked last night. Can’t wait to hear from you soon. Not now though, have fun with Sami.”

I smiled, locking my phone and putting it in my purse looking back to my ridiculously happy friend, “His name is Ross.”

There was a loud, attention grabbing squeal from her as I shushed her, “Leave out no details…” she rested her perfect chin on her folded hands.

I told her all about Ross and how we began talking. I told her everything I knew about him and what he knew about me. Finally, as our food came out and drinks were refilled, I told her about what he had dropped on me the previous night.

“He asked me to meet him at the Supernatural Convention in Dallas next month. He already has the passes paid for and a few photo ops that we could share.” My heart raced at the thought of meeting Ross and meeting my favorite celebrities all at the same time.

Sami’s smile faded slightly, “Does he know about your struggles with being touched?”

I nodded, “It was one of the first personal things I told him. He’s still talking to me so I took that as a frightening good sign.”

“What are you feeling?” her point blank question shook me for a moment.

My fingers drummed against the table, “I’m nervous, scared, anxious…” I paused for a moment before looking up at her with a smile.

“I’m also excited, hopeful and curious.”

Sami held out her hands to me, palms up and I hesitantly placed my hands in hers. It was something we had been working on for the last couple of months. This was the first time I allowed her to squeeze my hands.

“You really like him.” She whispered smiling like a fool.

I felt my own smile mirroring hers, “Yes I do and that scares me shitless.”

The rest of the evening felt like the old days before my life fell apart. When I got home, I decided to test my luck. Pulling up Ross’s number, my thumb hovered over it until I smashed it hearing it ringing.

“Well hello, this is a surprise.” His velvety smooth voice sent shivers down my body, “Take a deep breath and know it’s okay if you hang up to just text me.”

“N-No, I’ll be okay.” I stammered as he let out a low chuckle.

I could hear him moving away from other voices around him, “I interrupted something…” Guilt and shame weighing my shoulders down.

“Not at all. They can wait, you calling me is an important moment. Not everyday, I get to speak to my favorite writer on the phone.” His compliments calmed my queasy stomach, “Could I be so hopeful that this phone call is working up to a good answer?”

I took a deep breath in and let out slowly, “Yes.” The word seems foregin to her as it left my lips.

“Yes I can be hopeful or yes to my question?” His jovial banter eased the tension in my shoulders.

“Yes.” I tried to sound a little more confident, my heart beating against my chest.

There was a moment of silence before loud cheering and yelling came through her speaker. His excitement was silenced by my own unfamiliar laughter. Suddenly I was hyper aware that he was no longer making any noises. Panic and fear swelling inside me.

A soft sigh came from him, “You have a beautiful laugh. I can’t wait to hear it again.”

My cheeks burned, “Thank you.”

Ross told me he would send all the details for our trip and that I was not to worry about money of any kind. Mentally, I began planning out how to save as much money as I could in the next four weeks. Thankfully, my savings was built up enough to take a small hit and not dip into her emergency fund. Over the next several weeks, I began to prepare for my first convention, first time meeting an online friend, first time traveling by myself, first time facing the unknown in five years.

The morning of my travel day, I went over to Sami’s house with Charlie. I was surprised to see her sister sitting there. She waved to me before taking Charlie’s crate.

“What’s going on?” I looked around seeing Sami’s suitcase packed by the door.

She smiled, “Your friend Ross, reached out to me.”

The color from my face drained for a moment, “H-He did… How?”

“He found me on your Instagram page. DM me asking me to join you on your trip. Stating and I quote, ‘I know you being there with (Y/N) will make her more comfortable. I want this weekend to go as comfortably as possible for her. I know it’s a big step and I want her to be taken care of.’”

She smiled softly as my vision blurred from tears slipping down my face, “Oh… wow.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty amazing (Y/N/N). If you were ever going to work on overcoming your touch aversion this would be the man to do it for.” Sami turned around to help her sister, leaving me to my own thoughts.

“Absolutely not! There is no way he is getting through my defenses. I have held strong for five years. Your heart and mind are safe within my holds.”

“Do you really think he’s going to want to touch you? Look at yourself. Lumpy. Chunky. Squishy. Dull (Y/C/H) hair. Boring (Y/C/E) eyes. Not even a decent pair of boobs or ass. You’re nothing special. Always remember that you’re nothing special.”

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) stop it.” Sami’s voice rang clear bringing me back to the present.

I nodded slowly, “Sorry. I zoned out.”

“Freaked out. We will work through it. Sara is gonna drive us to the airport and we have an hour to chat. Okay?”

It was in the moment that I noticed my best friend had absentmindedly placed her hand on my shoulder and I did not flinch. My eyes looked to her hand and back to her, “You’re touching my shoulder.”

“Crap, I’m so sor…” she started to say but my bright smile stopped her, “What?”

I placed my hand on top of hers, “I didn’t flinch or move or even notice you did it.”

Now her smile was matching mine and we had a moment of pure excitement jumping around each other. True to her word, we spent the hour on the plane doing some meditative exercises. I thanked every high power who would listen for my best friend getting her psychology degree.

There was a man waiting with our names on a piece of paper. He took our bags and drove us to a hotel near where the convention was being held. Sami checked us in since there were so many people inside and my anxiety started to flare up.

Breathe in counting to six. Breathe out counting to six.

I repeated my breathing exercise until Sami returned her brow furrowed, “What is it?”

“I don’t know who Ross knows, but he must be connected in some way. We have a suite on the fourteenth floor.”

My jaw dropped slightly before I stood up bracing myself for the next hurdle of getting through the elevator ride. Luckily, there were only two other girls in the car and I could safely keep my distance from them.

“I heard that Jensen is staying at this hotel.” One mentioned as the other rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right. This is Dallas, I’m sure he’s probably staying with his family or something.”

The girls exit on the eighth floor and before the doors could close Sami and I were chuckling to ourselves. The chances of Jensen Ackles staying at this hotel would be astronomical. The car dinged for the top floor and opened to a small hallway. When we opened the door to our suite neither of us spoke.

Sami walked throughout the entire room before I could even move from the entryway, “This room is amazing! Check out the view we have (Y/N).”

“Hold on. Having a moment.” I breathed as Sami came to my side and I held my hand out, “I’m fine. Just need a moment to make sure this is real and not a dream.”

I watched as she walked over to the coffee table where there was a gift basket and she held up a small notecard, “Oh it’s real.”

“(Y/N) and Sami, I hope you love your room. Enjoy your night and order anything you want. The front desk knows it’s all on my tab. I’m hoping you both will join me for dinner tomorrow night after registration. Sadly, my job won’t let me leave before then. I look forward to meeting you both. -R PS: I highly recommend the spa and they have a large private jacuzzi just for you, (Y/N).”

Sami sighed, “I really hope he has a single brother, cousin, friend that is like him for me.”

I rolled my eyes walking over to the large windows looking out. Flashes of the last time I was in Dallas popping into my mind. I shivered as the one voice I hated yelled loudly in my ears. My hands covered them and I felt Sami tap my shoulder twice. For the first time, in several years, I reached out to her and gripped her arms.

“(Y/N) remember why we’re here. Remember talking with Ross on the phone. The tone of Ross’s voice. His laughter.” Her calm tone eased me out of the wretched memory.

She guided me over to the couch and went to get me a glass of water. I sipped it slowly before squeezing her hand, “Thank you.”

“You know, I can get used to you reaching out to me. Feels like the (Y/N) I knew coming back.” Sami squeezed my hand back before I let slip from her grasp.

She was right, the woman I once was before my ex was fighting her way to get out again. Still, my guard was up standing fortified at the gate.

That evening was a girls’ night of epic proportions. They went to the spa where (Y/N) sat in her private jacuzzi while Sami received the best massage of her life. Afterwards, we ordered our dinner from room service making moderate choices since neither of us were paying. When our food came there was a special dessert also with another note.

“A little birdy told me that your favorite dessert was French Silk pie. I wanted you to have a slice and some New York Style cheesecake for Sami. Have a wonderful night.”

Sami whistled, “Man, he has it bad for you.”

“Shut up.” I muttered lifting the dome to see a delicious slice of pie.

As they ate and talked, Sami took my phone taking pictures of them enjoying a very Sam and Dean style dinner. Sami having a Chef’s salad with honey mustard dressing. I took a picture of my dinner sending it to Ross with a text saying thank you.

“Dean would be proud! That bacon cheeseburger looks good. Enjoy!”

I smiled the entire time I ate my burger. Finishing out meals, Sami hooked up her laptop putting on Supernatural. I decided to try and work on some stories when a terrifying thought crossed my mind. I looked up to the screen as Dean began to talk. I closed my eyes listening carefully to his voice. The low tone and smoothness of it. It was the way he said the word writer that had my eyes snapping open and a gasp escaping my lips.

“What? What is it?” Sami sat up concerning filling her eyes.

Like pieces to a puzzle everything snapped into place. All the small details that would go unnoticed by someone who would never expect it. Sami tapped my shoulder and I turned to her with wide eyes.

“Ross… that’s Jensen’s middle name.” I mumbled reaching for my phone.

Sami stood up pausing the episode, “Okay… what are you getting at.”

“Listen.” I played for her the voicemail he had left a few days earlier, “Now play the episode.”

Sami’s eyes connected to her, “No way.”

“Ross is Jensen Ackles.”

That night my dreams were filled with my ex yelling at me. Fat shaming me. Calling me a loser. Calling me useless for not being able to bear children. His looming form made me coward into a ball on the floor. I woke up several times during the night, the final time close to six in the morning. Sami was peacefully sleeping on her side of the bed.

I picked up my phone going into the living area and dialing the all too familiar number. On the third ring she was going to hang up, but then his groggy voice pierced my ears.

“(Y/N), is everything alright?” All I could hear was Dean, which meant that it was truly Jensen on the other side.

“You tell me, Jensen.” I heard him sit up as I began to pace near the window.

A long sigh came from him, “I knew you would figure it out before meeting me.”

I scoffed, “Is this some kind of celebrity joke or prank? Pretend to be someone’s friend and embarrass them when they meet you.”

My guard was shaking her head muttering, “Told you so…”

“No, (Y/N) it’s nothing like that. Misha had read some of your stories and suggested I should read them. At first, I thought it would be weird because I’ve never read fanfiction before, but your writing… it drew me in.” His words came out all in one breath.

I froze, “M-Misha read my stories? Oh god…” My body burned from embarrassment.

“Honestly, there’s not a person on our crew that hasn’t read at least one of your stories. You’re talented and the way you write for the boys is amazing. Our own writer’s are impressed with your talent.”

I groaned slumping down to the floor, “This was all a mistake.” The last thing I heard before ending the call was rustling around as if Jensen was moving from his bed.

My phone slipped from my hand as tears streamed down my face. I closed my eyes allowing my inner voices to consume me. Dragging me down into the darkness.

“You fool! Here I stood guarding you from this and still you allowed someone in. You deserve what is coming to you!”

“You useless piece of nothing! You’re the biggest joke this world ever created. Fat, ugly, even your body can’t do the one basic thing god made it to do. You’re worthless. Sucking up air that could be used on someone contributing to the world. No matter what anyone says you will always be the biggest failure in this world. You. Are. Nothing.”

I felt someone tapping on my shoulder and I tightened myself into a ball, “Go away Sami.”

The tapping continued and I reached out grasping an unfamiliar hand. My eyes snapped open and were met with concerning, piercing olive eyes. The eyes I stared at for hours on my TV. The eyes I wrote about in hundreds of thousands of words online.

As soon as my eyes opened he withdrew his hand and my heart sank further into darkness, “I told you. He will never want to touch your disgusting body.” The snide voice of my inner self whispered.

“(Y/N), please hear me out. Please for five minutes just listen to my side.” He sat across from me leaving a foot of distance between us.

I nodded looking up as Sami gently touched his shoulder, “I will be just outside if you need me.”

He waited for the door to close to start talking. His large hands rubbing against his cotton covered thighs.

“I started reading your masterlist on Tumblr and couldn’t get enough of your stories. I didn’t know exactly how to work Tumblr so Misha showed me how. I noticed you don’t get a lot of notes and I wanted everyone to notice you. I started sharing your work with everyone after sending you that message.”

He paused for a moment as I fidget with the hem of my shirt, “Why did you message me?”

His smile was more radiant in person, “It’s just as I said. I loved your work and I wanted to be friends. However, the more I got to know you… the more I wanted to meet you in person. I knew that would be problematic.”

“Yeah, you could say that.” I scoffed looking down to my hands.

He inhaled a deep breath, “You connect with Dean Winchester the same way I do. To find someone like that is a once in a lifetime chance. I want someone who I can gush over Dean with because soon I won’t be hanging out with him as much and he’s the best imaginary friend I’ve ever had.”

Seeing Jensen open himself up to me was creating a battle of mind and body within me. He was just as nervous as I was to open up to someone else. Suddenly, I did not feel so alone in my isolation. My hand trembled as I reached over placing it atop of his.

“Dean Winchester saved my life and I don’t mean that figuratively. I was on the verge of leaping into darkness when I found him getting Sammy to find their dad. I found the strength to carry on because I knew that was what Dean would do. I found that being broken wasn’t a bad thing but something that could drive you to keep working. Dean helped me to feel again when I had become numb to the world around me.”

His eyes shined as I spoke trying to hold back his own tears, “I’m glad he could be there for you when you needed him the most.”

“Then you came into my life when I least expected it.” I whispered as I squeezed his hand.

My mind was screaming at me to get as far away from him as I possibly could. To call out to Sami to make him leave and move out of the state disappearing from the world. However, my body was urging me to jump into his arms. To open myself up to him as he had done with me. I felt like a spring coil ready to snap. My mind was holding my body back waiting for my consciousness to make a decision.

And she did.

I launched myself into his arms startling him as we crashed to the floor. His arms instinctively wrapped around me as mine encircled his neck. The door flew open as Sami came rushing in as Jensen’s laughter filled the room. I hugged him tighter to me as he tightened his grip around me.

“Oh my god… (Y/N), you’re hugging him.”

I did not need to open my eyes to know tears were slipping down my best friend’s cheeks. Her voice was thick with utter joy and amazement.

“Does this hug mean that you don’t hate me?” His question caught me off guard.

Jensen’s hands kept me in place as he sat up swinging my legs across his. My arms are still around his neck not wanting to lose the connection. Now that my body was against his, it flooded with the strange feeling of desire. Sami joined them on the floor sitting cross legged in front of them.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you. Though I’m still upset you lied to me.” I rested my head on my arm and against the side of his neck.

Feeling him sigh and seeing Sami grinning, I knew this was a big moment for all of us. We sat on the floor for another hour talking before Jensen had to go back to his room to get ready for the day. Neither of us wanted to let go of the other. He hugged me one last time before walking out of the suite. When I turned around I was immediately engulfed into another hug.

“I’m so proud of you!” Sami squealed.

“Thanks, I think…” My sentence drifted and she pulled away from me.

I walked back toward the bed and flopped face first onto it. I felt her crawl up on the bed beside me knowing me well enough to give me space.

“Talk it out, (Y/N). What are you feeling?”

My cheeks burned from the first feeling to pop into my head, “I feel warm, anxious, happy...” I paused gathering the courage to say the last word, “desire.”

“I’m sorry, what was that last one?” Sami eagerly asked.

I sat up, “Desire.” Saying the very word felt weird.

She began to clap and raised her hands in the air, “Praise the lord!”

“Don’t get all weird about it. I don’t know what any of this means. My body is tingling…”

Sami interrupted, “I bet it does…”

“Shut up, mostly not in that way. I don’t know how to act around other people anymore. What is too much touching? What is too little? What does a hug mean? I have too many questions and all the answers just walked out the door.”

I looked over as my phone chimed seeing a message from Ross, “I guess I need to change that now.” I murmured as I pulled up his message.

“First, thank you for trusting me with a hug. It means the world to me. I wanted to know if you wanted to have an early lunch with me? We could eat in my room or restaurant or your room with Sami. Whatever you are most comfortable with. Let me know.”

I held my phone up for Sami to read and she jumped off the bed, “You can have our room. I will go entertain myself by the pool.”

I texted him back that he could come to my room as Sami began tossing clothes out on the bed, “What are you doing?”

“Finding you the perfect outfit. Now go shower so I can play dress up with you.” She clapped her hands excitedly as I groaned loudly.

Looking in the mirror again, I pulled at the shirt clingy to every soft, round surface of my waist. I pushed my stomach watching as it bounced back into place like jello. Turning to the side, I sucked as many rolls as I could inward, holding my breath. The air rushed from my lips as a knock came from the door. Making my way towards it, I grabbed my zip-up hoodie slipping my arms in it quickly.

“Hi.” The word came out more breathlessly than I wanted.

My inner voice whispering, “Yeah fatty, let him know that walking across the room makes you lose your breath.”

“Hey there, I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and grabbed lunch for us.” Jensen held up a paper bag from a local sandwich spot.

As he walked in, I took a moment to truly admire him. He looked like a male model in his tight dark jeans, black boots, dark olive Henley and sunglasses resting on top of his unruly, sandy brown hair. His smooth voice caught my attention.

“You could take a picture and it would last longer.” He chuckled sitting down on the couch and laying out their lunch.

I sat on the opposite side of him as far away as I could. Even though my body desperately wanted to be closer to him, I kept my distance not pushing my mental capacity. He glanced over a hint of disappointment in his eyes seeing me so far away.

Jensen slid a sandwich towards me, “I remember you telling me that you love ham and swiss with tomato.”

“Thank you.” I unwrapped the sandwich and grabbed a bag of chips.

We ate in silence as a strange tension built between us. My stomach churning to the point I could no longer eat. I would look over to him out of the corner of my eye to find his eyes drifting over me. I wrapped my hoodie around me instinctively trying to hide the imperfections.

“There’s no hoodie big enough to hide your ugliness.” The familiar voice whispered.

I shook my head when I heard music playing, looking back to Jensen. He smiled sheepishly as he set his phone on the table.

“I thought maybe some background noise would help,” He stood up clearing the food from the table then stood in front of me with his hand out, “Trust me?”

His eyes were shining from the afternoon rays of sun coming from the window and his lips were spread in a gentle smile. I exhaled slowly allowing all the tension to leave my body and placed my hand in his. He pulled me up from the couch taking my hands and placing them behind his neck. His large hands slid down my sides to my hips and I flinched.

“You do know that you’re beautiful, right?” He whispered swaying my body with the music.

I shook my head, “I’m really not. Ordinary at best.”

Jensen lifted my chin, piercing (Y/C/E) meeting , “You are far from ordinary, (Y/N).”

“You’re just being kind.” I looked away as he slowly turned us in a circle.

The music continued but Jensen stopped moving, “I have so many questions but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or have you running to the hills.”

“Questions for me? Surely, you have better things to do with your time other than sitting inside with me. Don’t you have fans to entertain?” I smirked.

He chuckled, “Lucky for you, I happen to have the day off. I normally spend the day with my family. However this year they all ditched me.”

I mockingly acted shocked, “Oh no! You poor thing.”

His eyes narrowed in on me before laughing, “My mom and dad are somewhere in Spain enjoying their anniversary gift. My sister decided a girls trip with her best friends was better than hanging with me for the day. My brother is always busy with his family. You’re stuck with me.”

“I guess there’s worse ways to spend my day. Okay, ask away but I’m not promising I’ll answer them all.”

Jensen led me back to the couch, but kept ahold of my hand as we sat back down. He laced his long fingers with mine. His thumb brushing over my knuckle. I settled back against the couch once again wrapping my hoodie around me.

“What were you thinking when I put my hands on your hips earlier?”

I bit my lower lip, “I was mortified that you were touching my squish rolls of skin. I was thinking you must be disgusted by it.”

“Wow…” He squeezed my hand, “Whoever he was he really did a number on you. If I ask his name and address would you be against me and Jared beating the crap out of him?”

A genuine burst of laughter echoed in the room, “He’s really not worth it. Plus, he is much happier with his life now and that’s all that matters. He deserves to be happy.”

I was surprised to see Jensen face scrunched up in anger, “But you don’t?” He leaned in slightly, his features softening.

“No, I don’t.” The words came out without even a second thought and seeing Jensen recoil from them as if they had slapped him in the face twisted my heart.

His tongue darted out over his lips and the electrical energy between us sparked wildly, “You’re wrong. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Any man who told you otherwise is no man at all.”

He was leaning in closer, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart pounding in my ears and my body urging me to meet him in the middle. His forehead pressed against mine and his nose caressed mine.

“I’m going to kiss you.” he whispered.

“I don’t think I remember how to kiss back.” The pathetic confession was followed by a wayward tear slipping down my cheek.

His soft, full lips pressed gently against mine. My mind searched for the file within the long abandoned cabinets for how to kiss someone. He pulled away for a split second only to return his lips to mine. I found my lips pushing against his out of basic instinct. Our lips melded together for a moment before I felt him smile against mine.

His hands cupping my face, “I think it will all come back to you easier than you may think.”

I took in a deep breath letting it out in a short burst, “I think you believe in me too much for only meeting me a few hours ago.”

Jensen was still holding my face as he leaned back, “Other than Jared and Mish, I have never felt closer to anyone, but you.”

“You have your work cut out for you then,” I pointed to my head, “because it’s a nightmarish mess up in here.”

He leaned in kissing me once again, “You are worth every second of being with you because you’re stunning, smart, talented, caring and most of all you’re beautiful inside and out.”

I stared up at him speechless as my inner guard laid down her shield, “I like this one.”

“No… no one has ever said that about me. I-I don’t know what to say or how to react.” I stammered, unable to comprehend what he said.

He smiled widely, “Get used to that feeling because I’m preparing for you to feel that way a lot. Now, I don’t want to test your boundaries too much so I think we should hang out here and watch a movie.”

Jensen moved to the end of the couch resting his arm along the back of it and propping his feet on the table. For the first time in forever, there were no inner voices to keep me from doing what I desperately wanted. I moved over next to him resting my back into his side and stretching my legs out to the other end of the couch. His arm draped over the front of my chest and his fingertips brushed against my side.

This time there was no flinching and I smiled at the small victory.

The rest of the weekend was like a dream. Seeing the convention backstage, meeting all the rest of the other actors on the show and most of all Jensen’s constant touch comforted me throughout it all. Sami beaming with pride as I pushed myself to be in the crowd for the concert on Saturday. When Sunday came, I found myself riddled with sadness knowing I would have to leave this magical weekend behind.

Sami had decided to go back to the hotel while I waited for Jensen to finish his autographs. I had noticed Clif, the boys’ friend and bodyguard, staying close by me. When the last fan left the autograph room, he motioned for me to follow him. Entering the room, I found Jensen with his head down on his table while Jared and Misha were fooling around at theirs.

Walking up, I slid my hands over his shoulders and began rubbing the knots out of them. A small groan escaping his lips sent a wave of desire over my body. I moved my hands down his back eagerly wanting to hear him again.

“Hey, if you’re giving free massages away I’ll take one!” Jared called out.

Jensen’s head snapped up, “Don’t even think about it Padalecki. Her hands are too precious for your sweaty self.”

I chuckled as he stood up letting my hands drift down his back. I knew he was fit but his body was firm and lean in all the right spots. As he moved away I found my fingers stretching out to touch him again. All weekend I had found myself craving his touch. My mind was obsessively thinking about his hand in mine or my arms around his waist or his hands gripping my hips. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and I heard him chuckle.

“You okay? You kind of spaced out for a moment.”

I nodded smiling, “I’m great. Just thinking was all.”

“Well come on, you and I can grab something to eat then hang out in my room.” His arm slipped around my shoulders and instantly I relaxed into his embrace.

Dinner was unexpectedly crashed by Jared and Misha tagging along. We found a twenty-four hours diner near the hotel that was nearly empty and we all spent a few hours talking, laughing. I could not help the sadness creeping over me as the minutes passed by. Minutes I was losing to have Jensen to myself. As if he read my mind he excused us to head back to the hotel.

We walked in silence, hand in hand. Stepping into the elevator, he pulled me into his side and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His room was on the opposite end of the same hall as mine. Stepping inside, the door clicking shut as we stood across from one another. It was like a shotgun going off as Jensen closed the distance between us. His hands sliding down my body as his mouth crashed to mine.

As suddenly as it happened, it was over.

“I’m sorry… shit. (Y/N) I’m really sorry.” His pleads confused me for a moment.

Breathing heavily as he stepped back further from me I blurted out, “W-Why are you apologizing? D-Did I do something wrong?”

His dark forest eyes snapped up, “You do something… you didn’t do anything but be you, (Y/N). I just couldn’t stop myself. This weekend has been the best one in my life. Being around you, holding your hand, kissing you has rejuvenated me. I just want more of you, all of you. Simple looks you give, the way you hold yourself and the moment you open yourself up to reach out to me. I just found myself unable to hold back anymore. I know…”

This time it was me who closed the distance between us. My lips crashing into his. My hands running up his broad chest and into his soft hair. The soft moan escaping my lips as we parted.

“I want you to have me…” I whispered in between breaths, “I’m nervous with a bunch of what ifs running in my head.”

“Do you trust me?” The corner of his lip curling upward.

“Yes.”

Jensen took my hand leading me into the bedroom of his suite. He gently picked me up and sat me on the bed. He knelt in front of me, slipping my shoes from my feet then pulling my socks off. His thumbs pressing into the bottom of my feet as I began to giggle.

“Oh… now that is an amazing sound. I must hear that again.” He smirked, tickling my feet.

I fell back in a fit of giggles as Jensen’s laughter joined mine. I leaned up on my elbows looking down at Jensen resting his chin on my knee. He lifted his brows asking permission and I nodded. His hands drifted over my calves, up to my knees and over my thighs.

“You have incredible legs. I found myself staring at them as you would walk in front of me with Sami. Wondering how they would feel beneath my hands.” He gently squeezed them near my hips.

His knee pressed into the mattress between my legs as his firm body hovered over mine. My fingers brushed against the hem of his shirt pushing it up and hesitantly touching his stomach. Jensen sucked in a quick breath as his hands paused on his hips. I focused on the feeling of his smooth, warm skin beneath my fingertips. His flat stomach is surprisingly soft.

I grasped the end of his shirt pulling it towards his head as he pulled back allowing it over his head. Taking it from my hands, he tossed it on the floor. I took in every inch of his skin from his muscles flexing to the freckles decorating it.

“You beautiful, you know that?” I did not think he heard me until I saw the smug smirk on his face.

He leaned down kissing me, “Stealing my lines, sweetheart.”

His hands went back to my hips as his lips left a trail of kisses down my neck, “You think that your softness is revolting, but I find it inviting.”

I froze as his hand pushed up into my shirt touching my stomach. I squirmed as he pushed my shirt up just under my bra. My hands threading through his hair as his lips pressed small kisses against my stomach.

“Jensen…” The tension in my tone caught his attention.

His eyes filled with worry, “Too much?”

I took a few deep breaths and shook my head, “I’m fine, promise.”

“See there you go, being brave and pushing yourself. You have no idea how sexy that is.” He murmured against my skin.

As Jensen’s mouth neared the waistband of my jeans, I tugged his hair motioning for him to come back up to her. He smiled randomly kissing spots along my body. His lips finally met mine as I slid my arms around him. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip as they parted for him. His gentleness and care to make me comfortable broke down the last existing wall of defense.

Their kiss deepened. My body burned with a need to feel Jensen’s skin against mine and to be close to him in every way physically possible. Foreign pressure began to simmer deep within me and I lifted my hips pressing them against his thigh.

He pulled away his eyes blown with passion searching mine for an answer to a silent question.

“Please… take away everything he did. I want to feel whole again.” I pleaded just above a whisper.

His lips were on mine again as he gently lifted me up further onto his bed. Sitting up, I pulled my shirt over my head holding it in front of me for a brief moment. His eyes watching my every move as I tossed it over the side. He reached behind me with one hand unclasping my bra in one swift movement.

I kissed his collarbone as he leaned in to do so, “Show off.”

He chuckled before leaning back and allowing me at my pace to unveiling my bare chest to him. I slid the straps down my arms holding it in place before playfully tossing it at him chuckling. Joking had always been my way of dealing with uncomfortable moments. When I looked up his eyes were drifting down my bare upper body.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He smirked as I rolled my eyes at him, “Seriously, (Y/N)... you’re absolutely stunning.”

He ran his hand down my chest, between my breasts and down to my jeans. He undid the button and slowly drew down the zipper. Hooking his fingers with a belt loops dragging my jeans down my legs. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin. Jensen tossed them off to the side then began to place gentle, open mouth kisses up my leg.

My breaths were coming out in small little puffs the further up my leg he got. His mouth hovered over her cotton cover mound inching closer to it. My teeth dug into my lip desperately wanting him to press them against me. Instead he kept his path up my body stopping at my breasts. He cupped the side of one running his thumb over my nipple.

A long sigh escaping my lips from just the slightest touch from him, “O-Oh… Jensen…” His mouth had gently suckled my other nipple, the pressure turning to an ache between my legs.

“You have no idea hearing my name from your lips does to me.” He softly said before circling my nipple with his tongue.

Feeling bold, I slid my hand down between us running it along the hard bulge being restrained by denim. Jensen sucked in a sharp breath dropping his head between my breasts, “Shit…”

“I believe I have some kind of an idea.” I smiled as he grinded himself against my palm.

He stood up at the edge of the bed, his intense stare making me tremble with anticipation. Leaning forward, his fingers hooked the sides of her cotton panties and pulled them down until they were on the floor.

“Exquisite, flawless, perfect.”

“As are you.” I sat up until I was sitting on the edge in front of him.

My hands trembled as I unbuttoned his jeans and carefully unzipped them. Jensen let out a soft hiss as I brushed against his length. His hands cupped my face pulling my lips to his urgently kissing me. I pushed his jeans and boxers down as far as I could before he pushed me back onto the mattress. His hand drifting down my body until his fingers pressed against my folds.

“Jensen, please…” I begged needing to feel any kind of relief from the pressure pulsating from between my legs, “Ohhh… god.”

Jensen began to rub lazy circles against my clit. My hips grinding against his hand as his lips pressed just below my ear, “Are you okay?”

His question sober me from the drunken stupor of desire and I placed my hand over his pushing down further, “More than okay.”

Jensen pushed one long finger deep inside me with a hiss, “Fuck pretty girl, your so tight.” He slowly pushed a second finger inside.

My head pressed against the mattress, my back arching as he pumped his thick fingers in me, “More, oh please Jensen, I need more.”

His pace picked up and I looked up to his face. His eyes wide and dark watching me come undone as his thumb rubbed harshly against my throbbing clit, “Jensen!” I cried out overwhelming pleasure wrecked through my body.

Breathing heavily, my body shaking slightly as he pulled his fingers from me, “Now that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

A slow grin spread across my face as I pulled his mouth to mine. He positioned himself between my legs pulling away slightly, his lips grazing against mine.

“Are you sure? We can stop if you want.” Jensen’s tone was tense as I felt his length resting against my folds.

I kissed him, “I need you. All of you.”

He braced himself up with one arm as his hand slipped between us. Jensen ran the swollen head along my slickness before nudging it against my entrance. The room filled with groans and heavy breaths as Jensen slowly sheathed himself within me. There was a singe of pain as I stretched taking him his thick length but quickly was replaced with immense pleasure as he thrusted gently into me.

“So. Tight.” He panted against my cheek.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him digging my heels into him. Each stroke pushing me further to the edge. Feeling every muscle straining along his back and arms. His head buried in the crook of my neck grunting almost painfully. I knew then he was holding back.

I pressed my lips to his ear, “Jensen, I won’t break. You’re making me feel incredible, but I want you to let go. Show me how I make you feel.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he nipped at my neck and his hips snapped against me. The echoes of our skin meeting, loving praises and the headboard against the wall filled the room. I started to meet each thrust of his, the coil within me ready to snap. His hands were gripping my shoulders holding me against his burning body. I clung to him scraping my nails against his back making him growl again.

“Shit Jensen, I’m so close. Just a little more, oh god please!” I beg as he thrusted into me feverishly small grunts coming from him, “Yes, yes, oh… Jensen!”

My whole body was shaking as an intense wave of euphoria covered me. Pulsating around him, he abandoned all control chasing his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He gritted his teeth as his body went rigid before slamming into me his length twitching deep within me, “Holy shit…”

Jensen rode out his release, his arms shaking to the point he could not hold himself up anymore. I groaned as he pulled out leaving me empty. He rolled onto his back breathing heavily as I curled into his side burying my head into his chest.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His concern only made me cling to him more.

I shook my head, “No, I’m just overwhelmed. Too many feelings at once.”

“Talk it out. Tell me what you’re feeling.” Jensen wrapped his arms around me holding me close.

I took a deep breath, “I’m feeling exhilaration, bliss, pleasure. Right now, I’m feeling empty and it’s almost like I can’t breath. I feel scared by how much I need to feel your touch.”

His fingers were drawing small circles against my bare back, “If that’s your way of asking for round two, you’re going to have to wait for a little bit. I haven’t come like that since I was a teenager.”

There was a brief moment of silence before I started to laugh. My body shaking from the laughter pouring from my lips. I kissed his chest, “Thank you.”

“You never need to thank me. It’s my honor to make you laugh. Bring your pleasure. Praise you for your beautifulness. More importantly, always holding you close to me.”

I entwined my legs with his as he pulled the sheet over our naked bodies. Just when I thought he was about to fall asleep, I slipped my hand over his soft member then pressed my lips just under his chin.

“Round two?”

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SNAT.

From the girl that brought you ‘The Secret Life of Rotten Pets’ and ‘The fox that sings in the night’.

SNAT.

Parts 1-7

{Just a heads up, Part 2 is really nsfw}

// If you skip part 2 it wont have much of an effect on the story itself btw the fic is really cute! everyone in this fic is of age btw

Cupcake stared at herself in the mirror for a long time. The guy said she wasn’t pretty, and she saw it now. Three hours staring in the mirror and she saw it. Her hair was too long, too messy. Her amber eyes too big and narrow, not to mention that they were amber, such an ugly color. Her skin was too pale, she looked like a ghost. Her face was too small and round, like a child. Her neck was like a giraffe’s, long and skinny. Her shoulders were too angular. Her breast too small. The belt around her dresses waist barely fit, she was much too skinny. One little blow and she would be gone with the wind. Gone, that’s what she wanted to be. Out with this ugly haircut, the eyes, and the too sharp frame.

With a shaky hand, she reached for her scissors and brought them up to her purple bangs. Slowly, she snipped and cut them off. She watched as inches and inches of black and purple hair fell on the counter, floor, and sink.

“She’s been in there for HOURS.” Junior groaned. “COME ON OUT CUPCAKE, SOME OF US HAVE TO PEE!”

“Go use the other bathroom Junior, leave her alone.” Ringo said firmly, adjusting his glasses. “You spend half a day in there with that hair of yours, she’s a lady and she needs time in there!”

“YOU’RE JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOU LIKE HER!” Junior snapped back.

“You know damn well that I prefer my icing to cupcakes.” Ring rolled his eyes.

“I can confirm that.” Icy stepped behind his boyfriend and kissed his cheek.

“I wonder what lil’ bit’s been doing in there this whole time, she ain’t said a word when she came back from her date.” Trevor was leaning against the wall near the bathroom, his hat covering his face. “Maybe it went sour.”

The date. She had met someone online and agreed not to see each others face until their date. Then today, oh today was a fated day. She had dressed herself to the nines, done her hair like a princess, she looked absolutely stunning. Or so she thought. He had taken one look at her, spat his drink out at her, and called her hideous. He threw the rest of his drink at her and left. She felt horrible. She looked awful. She smelled like iced tea.

Cupcake reached out the bathroom door and snatched the hat off his head before closing the door again.

“GIRL, YOU DON’T TAKE A COWBOYS HAT!” Trevor tried to open the door. “Give it back!” His dark brown hair was messy, probably due to being under a hat all the time. “OPEN THIS DOOR!”

Cupcake opened the door alright, and she ran out the house. Ringo narrowly had time to grab her before losing his grip and only managing to snatch the hat. Cupcake pulled free and booked it outside. He made no effort to stop the girl as she left.

Junior hurried in the bathroom, slipping on a pile of hair. “OW!” He looked down at began screaming, “I STEPPED ON A RAT, A RAT!” The tall man began trying to stand, propping himself on the bathtub and getting to his feet. His lanky legs were covered in hair. He screamed louder.

Icy put his hands under Juniors arms and pulled him to his feet. “Calm down, I think that’s hair.” He got down on a knee and pinched a small pile of the black and purple strands. “This is hair…Cupcake’s hair.”

Ringo stepped into the bathroom and scowled at Junior, “Are you really peeing with us in here, the bloody door is wide open!”

“Dude, that’s disgusting.” Icy crinkled his nose.

“Cupcake isn’t here, I had to pee.” Junior scowled back. “Why does it matter, you see Ringo’s dick all the time, how is mine any different?”

“IT’S B-!” Ringo covered his boyfriend’s mouth before he could finish his thought. Trevor pulled the blue haired male out the bathroom by the back of his suspenders to make room for himself. Icy stood beside Berry, who was listening to music on his phone outside the door.

“What happens in the bedroom, STAYS in the bedroom.” Ringo scolded. “Cupcake probably just wanted a new look.”

“Darlin’ cut off at least a foot of it.” Trevor said, adjusting his hat. “No wonder she needed my hat, should’ve given it to her.” He began picking up clumps of hair and putting them into the trash. “She must have gotten something poured on her, it would explain why these hairs are so wet”

“No wonder she spent so much time in here, she was trying to be pretty.” Junior wiped himself and zipped up his pants. “Move, let me wash my hands.”

In a flash of movement Trevor had the black eyed mad pinned against the wall by his collar, “You ain’t gonna disrespect no woman near me, ya hear, especially not Cupcake!” The man was angry, beyond. The hulking man listening to music grabbed Trevor and shook his head.

“Ya’ ain’t gonna fight him man, not how ya’ do thangs.” Berry said, pausing his music. “Go ta ya’ room an’ chill it out.”

Trevor decided to take his advice and go to his room, but not to calm down. He left to be pissed and stew in it. He left to let his anger simmer and fester like an open wound. He threw his hat on his dresser and sat on his bed. The door to his room slammed and he laid down, not caring that his boots were on the comforter.

“Oh dear, I do hope the poppet is alright.” Ringo sighed, stepping out the bathroom. “She took a deep pride in her appearance, especially her hair.” He winced as a door slammed upstairs. “I hope she’s alright.”

“She’s a strong girl Ringo.” Icy pulled him back. “You worry too much.”

“LIKE THAT’S A BAD THING!” Ringo shot back, whirling around so fast his glasses nearly came off. The ginger shoved him away. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for my worrying we wouldn’t be here, it’s not like we’re the smartest bunch ever!”

“Exactly, we’re not the smartest bunch ever, but we’re strong.” Icy assured him.

“….I guess you’re right.” Ringo nodded. Yes he was still worried, but something about Icy’s tone soothed him a bit. They were strong. How many times had they gone through treacherous times only to overcome them? Like once now right? Ringo nodded again, “She’s strong.”

“WE’RE strong.” Icy gently wheeled him to their shared room. “You need to lay down for a bit, calm down.”

Berry stood there by himself, not counting Junior who was screaming after Trevor. He started to put his music back on only to be surprised by Sportabork. The man stuck out his blue tongue and wiggled his ears.

“Hiya Berry!” He grinned, showing off his sharp white teeth. “You wanna play catch, or maybe basketball, come one let’s play, we never hang out anymore!” He gently punched the other’s arm. “Whadd’ya say old buddy?”

“I say let’s play the quiet game and you go sleep, I can’t tell where yo’ eyes end and your skin begins.” Berry frowned. “When was the last time you got some sleep?”

“Sleep, I’m a demon, why would I need sleep?” Sportabork asked. “Sleep is a mortal thing, I don’t need no sleep!”

Berry rolled his eyes and put his earbuds back in and watched as Sportabork began to ramble incoherently about either sports or Hell. It was greatly muffled by the lyrics of ‘Firework’, so it probably wasn’t important. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Sportabork followed, still talking. Berry took a deep breath, this was gonna need more than one playlist.

~~~~

~~Part 2~~ {NSFW}

“It’s just so frustrating, being the most mature one here!” Ringo laid down on the bed with Icy, allowing the other to spoon and kiss the back of his neck. “Everyone else probably thinks I’m a nuisance or something.”

“You’re not a nuisance.” Icy muttered, closing his blue eyes and taking a huge whiff of his boyfriend’s cologne. “You’re just the dad.”

Ringo rolled over to face him, “Don’t call me the dad, I’m not the dad.”

“You are the most mature, at least one person idolizes you, you make bad jokes.” Icy shook his head. “Those are all the symptoms of being a dad.”

“False, I have no babies.”

Icy gasped, pretending to be offended. He sat up and put a hand on his chest, leaning so far back that he had to use his other hand to prevent himself from falling, “You have ME.”

That earned a chuckle, “I do have you.” The ginger gently pulled him down so he could kiss him. Icy melted into it, draping himself over the other like a blanket. Bliss in a moment, it was this. Lips tasting like green tea, feeling warmer than the sun. With nimble fingers, Ringo unbuttoned his boyfriend’s shirt. Instinct.

“WHOA!” Icy freaked out, shooting up. “What are?”

Regret.

“Good heavens, I’m so sorry, where are my manners.” Ringo’s face turned a bright red. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I just thought-”

“Let me do it, you need to de-stress.” Icy smiled that sly smile and began to unbutton his own shirt. The smile that used to drive Ringo mad with anger. A smile that used to mean ‘You don’t know what I did’. Ringo took his glasses off and set them on the bedside table.

Icy removed his shirt and Ringo looked away. Yes, they were about to have sex, but it still felt kind of wrong to look. Like a child peeking at their Christmas gifts too early. He busied himself with removing his own clothing, folding everything and placing it neatly on floor. Icy had tossed his clothes aside not caring where they landed, except his socks which he had rolled together and placed on the side of the bed.

The blue haired male just watched, like a lion inspecting it’s prey. The gazelle shaky and weary as it glanced at the predator every few seconds. The lion licking it’s lips and getting closer as the gazelle tried not to panic. Soon the lion was upon it, lowering it’s head.

Ringo’s movement was sudden. No clothes on, it was all fair ground. Stripped to bare skin like beasts, savages. Ringo topped Icy, locking eyes and smirking as the other was rendered speechless. He traced the tattoo on Icy’s bare chest, a cupcake over his heart, with a finger.

“I’m getting one for you soon, probably a top hat on my upper arm.” Icy stammered. “Or a fox.”

“A fox?”

“Yeah.”

“Can it be wearing a top hat?”

“…..That would be so bad ass.” Icy nodded.

The two kissed again, this time Ringo held the other’s head in place. Tongue’s exploring, the other’s mouth. Ringo pulled away, a line of saliva connecting their mouths.

“No more games, let’s FUCK. I’M FUCKING PUMPED.” Icy declared.

“WE DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING ICY.” Junior snapped as he passed the door.

“Shut up Junior!” Icy snapped back.

“No, he’s quite right, they don’t need to know.” Ringo hissed. “Please do quiet down.”

“Fine.” The tanned male got the lube out the nightstand. “Let m-.”

Ringo snatched it from him, “I’ll do it.” And with that he squirted the clear gel onto his palm and gently wrapped it around his boyfriend’s member.

Icy bit his bottom lip to hold back the moan wanting to come out of his mouth. Not yet, much too soon. He felt himself buck up and Ringo twisted his hand to properly distribute the cool, slick gel.

“Ah….” He went to town on the other’s neck, chomping down like a vampire to leave marks. Ringo applied his own lube before getting into position. Slowly, he lowered himself onto Icy’s member. He let out a breathe as his asshole widened to take in the entire 6 inches.

“Ready?” Icy asked.

“Ready.”

~~~~~

~~Part 3~~

Cupcake left the salon feeling better about herself. She had been been inside for a few hours, but the sun was still out shining brightly. She inspected herself in the window before applying a final coat of lipgloss and walking towards her home. People stopped and stared as she passed them, guy’s whistled at her, Hell, a girl slapped her boyfriend for staring at her. Cupcake had never felt prettier, more alive, more normal.

Walking in heels made the walk home a lot harder, but she refused to take off the 3 inch heels. Her skirt barely stopped at her thighs, her new heels allowed her to show off way more leg than her old boots ever did! She hadn’t had the time to grab her keys in hurry to leave, so Cupcake was forced to knock on the old wooden door.

“I got it.” Berry was eager for an excuse to escape the still going chatter of Sportabork. It had been HOURS, since the demon had stopped talking. The black man opened the door and nearly passed out at the sight before him. “Um, lady, you seem to have forgotten to get dressed this morning.”

Her sparkly pink shirt hugged her torso like saran wrap but didn’t cover past her boobs,which seemed to be fake. Her black skirt was tight and stopped just at her thighs, it kept riding up and she had to pull it back down. Her skin was almost orange, and her eyes a bright blue. Her makeup was done by a professional, but with such a shade of skin it looked almost like a clowns. Blonde hair done in a pixie cut and held out her face with a single clip. She looked like a messed up Barbie doll.

“Berry, don’t be ridiculous!” Cupcake snorted. “Don’t I look pretty?”

“Pretty ain’t the word to describe it.” The man shook his head. “How’d you know my name, who sent you, was it Ricky?”

“It’s me Cupcake!” She giggled, gently pushing him.

“Who’s at the doOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!” Sportabork slammed the door in the girl’s face. “SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE, IT’S ONE OF THOSE KILLER CLOWNS AT THE DOOR!”

“What in tarnation?” Trevor came down the stairs. “What are you going on ‘bout, boy?”

“THERE’S A PSYCHO CLOWN AT THE DOOR!” Sportabork summoned his spell book. “Gotta send it to Hell….”

“Calm down, it’s Cupcake.” Berry opened the door again.

“WHAT IN TARNATION?” Trevor’s jaw dropped at the sight of the new Cupcake. That couldn’t be her, it shouldn’t be her. “Girl, you must have gone crazy! Who done this to you?”

“Miss Stacey Miranda at the Midway Salon.” Cupcake smiled.

“Stay here, Imma take care of this.” Trevor made sure he had his gun in it’s holster before trying to push past her. “Berry, you go help wash her off.”

“Trevor no!” Everyone at the door grabbed the cowboy and pulled him inside.

“They went and made you look like one of ‘m hookers from the rodeo.” Trevor frowned. “Yer eye’s ain’t even look real.”

“Go put some pants on.” Berry frowned. “Did you walk around town like that?”

“Go to Hell, wait no, don’t go there, GO TO HEAVEN YOU DEMON CLOWN!” Sportabork threw a cross at her.

“You go to hell you demon clown, I look amazing!” Cupcake rolled her eyes. “You’re all just jealous you don’t look this good.”

“You look like someone vomited poop on the sidewalk, dropped two pills in it to evaporate, ate it, and then puked it out again.” Junior said from the upstairs banister. “I wouldn’t be able to tell you apart from one of those girls off Jersey Shore, oh wait, they actually try and look good.”

“….Junior, shut the fuck up.” Cupcake snapped at him.

“No, you go look in the mirror and tell me that looks good!” He shouted back. “YOU LOOK LIKE A FEMALE DONALD TRUMP!”

Everyone gasped.

“Now that is NO WAY to talk to a lady.” Trevor started running up the stairs. “BOY, I’M GONNA LAY YOU OUT!”

Junior took off running the opposite direction as Ringo came out his room, trying to clean his glasses on his shirt.

“Why is everyone yelling, did something hap-!” He put his glasses on and stared at the girl at the door. He knew that face, even with all the stuff on it. He knew the way she stood, the smile, the eyes. How he knew those eyes. The eyes were the wrong color, but they were Cupcake’s. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?”

Cupcake took off one of her heels, “Stay back!”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Ringo got in her face and snatched the shoe away. He knew she wouldn’t, when it came to him Cupcake was all bark and no bite. “What, the fuck, happened to you?”

“WHY DOES IT MATTER?” She pushed him away. “I look amazing, I feel amazing, this is the latest fashion!”

“The latest fashion my ASS!” Junior was thrown down the stairs.

“TREVOR, STOP BEFORE YOU KILL HIM!” Ringo hurried to stop him. His mind was racing right now, so many things to say but so little actual words. Was howrangous even a word? Fuck, he didn’t even know. “EVERYONE STOP!”

Icy stopped coming down the stairs, “….Why is female Donald Trump in our hou-!”

Trevor threw him the rest of the way down the stairs.

“Oh my God.” Ringo groaned into his hands..

~~~~~

~~Part 4~~

The ‘family’ sat in the living room. Trevor and Cupcake shared the love-seat, Junior and Sportabork fought over the couch only to be forced to share it with an agitated Icy, and Berry had claimed the recliner. Ringo paced the center of the room, muttering to himself. He had forced Cupcake to put on pants and a longer shirt. She had taken the oranges out her bra, and the oblivious Sportabork had eaten both of them. Trevor had seen to it that she washed her face and taken the contact lens out, tossing them in the trash and lighting it on fire. He took no chances.

“…Cupcake.” Ringo spoke suddenly.

The blonde flinched, knocking knees with the man beside her. “West?”

Everyone stared at her, and she felt so small. She wanted to sink into the couch cushions and live among the lint. She’d become mayor down there, and start up a barter system. No one would ever know she was there, and she’d forget about this whole mess. She’d never have to deal with rude guys, or disappointed looks. Or Junior. Not dealing with Junior was a huge plus.

Junior was currently writing down insults in his notepad, having filled up two pages front and back already. Icy looked over at him, snatched his pen, and broke it in two. That was his sister, and only he was allowed to insult her. If anyone had the right to call her a ‘crayola crayon massacre’ it was him. He had earned it, it was his birthright.

“Cupcake, what in Heaven’s name made you think that THIS was a good idea?” Ringo gestured to her. “Cutting your hair was one thing, yes, but the rest of it is highly unacceptable! Honestly, the fact you walked around like that is a disgrace to this family and more importantly yourself, what if someone had the idea to take advantage of you? You’re too smart for that, you should KNOW BETTER.”

Cupcake slowly tried to sink into the couch, anywhere was better than here. She wanted to be the mayor. She wanted to be dead. Her best friend was becoming a full fledged dad, worse her older brother was dating him. Her brother was dating her dad. Did that make him her brad?

“CUPCAKE.”

“WEST?”

Ringo shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I asked you a question.”

“With all the bad spray tan in her ears I doubt she heard it.” Junior snorted.

Trevor glowered at him, “Say one more line, ONE MORE.”

“Junior, Trevor, CEASE THE FIGHTING AT ONCE.” Ringo crossed his arms. “Now is not the time.”

“Later then?”

Icy slapped Junior off the couch.

“Why you gotta go and hit him?” Berry demanded. “Violence only makes more violence.”

“Thank you Berry, took the words right out of my mouth.” Ringo said.

“BOY, YOU WASN’T GONNA SAY THAT, YOU GONNA SAY SOME BRITISH SHIT.” Berry shouted at him.

“ENOUGH, CAN WE STICK TO THE PROBLEM AT HAND PLEASE?” Ringo shouted. He had to maintain the order, prevent the discord, keep the peace. “CUPCAKE, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”

All eyes were on her. She had to pick her words wisely, but she was too upset to tiptoe around everything. “My date.”

“You changed yourself over a GUY?” Junior rolled his eyes. “Was this guy blind or something?”

“Junior.” Ringo said firmly. The lanky man fell silent. “Cupcake continue.”

“H-He took one look at me, and said I…I was hideous…and he sp-spat his drink and me and threw his cup a-at me…” She tried not to cry, she refused to cry. One look at Trevor and she began to cry. Dammit Trevor. He put an arm around her and pulled her close. “I-I kept staring in the mirror at myself and…A-and.”

“You didn’t find the real problem, did you?” Junior flipped through a magazine. “Your ‘personality’.”

“JUNIOR, GO TO YOUR ROOM.”

“YOU’RE NOT MY DAD RINGO, YOU AREN’T ANY OF OUR DADS.”

“BLOODY HELL I’M NOT THE FATHER OF YOU LOT.”

Junior rolled his eyes, but didn’t move off the floor.

“ARE YOU FUCKING DONE?”

“…Take a chill pill dude.”

Icy slapped Junior again and Ringo turned back to Cupcake.

Trevor was allowing her to cry on him, but he wasn’t too fond of getting snot on his shirt. Not to mention that cheap spray tan was starting to rub off on him. Berry pulled a pack of Peanut tissues out his hoodie pocket and offered them to them. Cupcake took one and blew her nose.

“You could have found a better way of handling it then wandering around like a strip girl.” Berry said plainly. “Even if you was heartbroken, you have us.”

“DO NOT MAKE THIS ONE OF THOSE WEIRD CLICHE MOMENTS BERRY.” Sportabork barked. “There is a line, don’t cross it.”

“Sportabork, I’m trying to HELP.” Berry shouted back. “It’s obvious that I am, just calm the Hell down!”

“Hell will never be calm, only chaos and suffering.” Sportabork said in a solemn tone.

“Cupcake, honestly sis, what made you think you were ugly?” Icy leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “It’s obvious the guy was blind or something, would he even find this beautiful?”

“Probably, the way I was before was simply AWFUL!” She wiped her face with a tissue.

“Why don’t we test this out?” Trevor asked suddenly. “Set up a new dating profile with yer new look, see what he does. Obviously you wuz too good for that lowbelly snake.”

“I can check his location on Mingle and meet.” She sniffed, pulling her phone out her pocket. That was another thing she missed about her old clothes, the pockets. The places she had sown into her dress to accommodate things so she rarely had to carry a purse. The little pocket she wore on her inner thigh to hold her phone. “…The cafe on East and third.”

“Caffeine Cow?” Sportabork blinked.

“No, that’s on West and Third.” Icy pulled out his Samsung. “This bozo is at Soho’s.”

“No, Soho’s is on East and second.” Berry whipped out his Iphone. “Bum’s at Suzy’s Place.”

“You’re thinking of East boulevard, this tosser is at Genty’s.” Ringo pulled out his Samsung. He wasn’t sure why, he didn’t know how to use it, but everyone else was doing it.

“That’s on Middle and Third, the snake is at Bean Town.” Trevor raised an eyebrow.

“You guy’s really are stupid, he’s at Jubilees!” Junior rolled his eyes. “Honestly.”

“….He’s at Starbucks.” Cupcake whispered.

“What was that Poppet?” Ringo looked over at her.

“He’s at the Starbucks on East and third, Jubilees is at Eastern and Martis.”

Junior’s face turned pink and the black eyed man quickly buried his face in his magazine.

Icy moved over to his sister and grinned, “Now let’s see how dumb this guy is.”

~~~

~~Part 5~~

In the next ten minutes they changed her back into the outfit, bought new contact lenses and booked it to East and Third. Junior and Berry redid her makeup and Ringo, being the dad he was, put a jacket over her on the way there. He didn’t want her getting sick, or ogled at by strangers. By the time they arrived at Starbucks they had talked her up and Trevor had found a way inside via the back door. Ringo took back his suit jacket and held the door open for her before going in himself.

The guy sat at a bar sipping a coffee and reading his phone screen. He was a prince charming, Cupcake had cheated at no peeking so she had expected this. She knew his chiseled face and partially shaved beard. His dark brown hair done in a messy bun. Hazel eyes, light skin, sharp features. She had made a new account for the sole purpose of sneaking a peek at him, and she had fallen in love all over again. All their conversations became vivid in her mind. He was a photographer taking pictures of her. He walked alongside her with his dog, a Cocker Spaniel named Missy. She saw him falling asleep next to her at night.

She had fantasized about meeting him since the first time she saw his face.

He would say she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, offer her a flower (and it HAD to be a red rose.), and offer her a dance. They’d dance and afterwards they’d talk and talk and talk until the cafe closed. He’d walk her home and Ringo would let them in. The old fox would say they were a cute couple and then he’d spend the night. Such a sweet fantasy.

Slowly, Cupcake walked inside the coffee shop, pausing only to fix her top. The barista smiled at her, she noticed that he was missing his front tooth. Cupcake ordered a grande latte and slowly made her way over to the seat next to the man she had once desired. Her heart pounded in her chest, her hand shook like a small dog, her mouth became dry.

“H-Hi, i-is this seat taken?” She asked in a quiet voice. He looked over, gave her a look over, then smiled.

“It is now.” He moved his bag off the stool and patted it. “Name’s Emmett Brown.”

“Alice, Alice White.” She sat down.

Emmett chuckled, “Both our last names are colors, kinda neat.”

“Yeah.” She sipped her drink. It burnt her tongue and mouth, but it kept her from losing herself. This was the guy that had called her ugly, made her feel like shit, and caused this. This was the guy she had started to love, the guy that made her stay up for conversations she never wanted to end. The guy she was willing to change for. “Are you here alone?”

“Yeah, I was supposed to meet a girl I met online here.” Emmett looked around the coffee shop. “But I guess she stood me up.”

“That totally sucks.”

“Not really.” He smiled. Who knew teeth could have been so white.

“How so?” She took another sip. The drink was losing it’s effect.

“If she had come, I probably would have ignored her.” Emmett leaned close to her. So close she could smell the pine on him, almost taste it through her coffee.

“Why?”

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He smiled.

That was all she needed to hear to fall back in. Validation, redemption, success. Cupcake would keep dying her hair, wearing contact lenses, changing who she was, until she died. She would die loving him, he would die loving her. She could keep tanning, dressing like this. He would love her again. They would be happy together.

“Thank you.” She smiled. The blush didn’t show well through her tan, but he knew it was there. Someone over his shoulder caught her attention. In the background. Someone lounging near the faux fireplace with his hat pulled over his face, his eyes on the floor. Slowly, his brown eyes trailed up to look at Emmett and her. He caught the girl staring and nodded in recognition before dropping his eyes back to the fireplace.

Fire. How it burned. The heat, the force, the rage. Rage put in a physical form for all to see. It was a force of nature, a destructive one. It tore down forests, destroyed homes, spared no one from it’s painful wrath. The heat burned inside of her now, the fire fueled by the whirlwind of emotions inside of her.

Cupcake moved her arm and her drink spilled into Emmett’s lap. It had been an accident, but such a beautiful one. She was originally supposed to hurl her drink at him, but this was much more satisfying. He lit a fire in her heart, she used that fire to burn his manhood.

“FUCKING HELL!” He began jumping around, whooping and hollering trying to stop the burning in his crotch. “DON’T JUST SIT THERE, GET ME SOME DAMN NAPKINS!”

People started to stare, giving them an audience. Cupcake tilted her head to the left.

“At least this drink was hot, after what you did to me I had to walk home shivering.” The girl said innocently as she moved the napkins away from him.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU BITCH?”

Ringo, who had been watching with the gang from across the Starbucks began making their way over, only to find it impossible to get around the crowd of people that were forming. Some held out napkins to Emmett, some recorded on their phones.

“Can’t even remember the girl you threw tea at?” She glowered at him. “I’m ugly, remember?”

A look of realization crossed his face, anger to shock then back to anger. How could he have been so blind, there was no way that she could have changed her appearance so fast. Had he judged her too quickly? Either way he was angry, and he wanted to let it all out. Who better than on Cinderella herself? “You lying BITCH.” He lunged for her.

Trevor wasn’t very fast, but when he wanted to be he could move like lightning. Now was one of those times. He had Emmett pinned to the bar, his fist at the ready. His eyes were slits, almost like a snakes. The room around him seemed to go dark, all he could see was the man trying to free himself from the death grip that trapped him. The whites of the eyes staring up at him. He could feel the pulse of Emmett in his fingers. It made him feel hot, heated rage. He wanted to bash this guy’s head in until he could no longer recognize it.

Something cold touched his fist, snapping Trevor out his trance. Cupcake’s smaller hand was on top of his. Dark brown eyes locked with Amber ones and without a word he let go of the gasping Emmett. Ringo managed to reach them and restrained the cowboy. Icy and Berry tried to clear a way to the exit.

“Yeah, walk away and take the bimbo with you.” Emmett grunted, leaning against his stool. “Sick bastard.”

In a motion, Trevor socked him in the nose, putting the hipster down for the count. People hurried to help Emmett, some tried to grab Trevor. “That ain’t no way to talk to a lady.”

Berry began plowing people down to grab his friends and get them to safety.

“We gotta go, come on.” Cupcake hurried out the Starbucks.

“CALL SECURITY!” Someone shouted.

“CALL THE POLICE!” Someone else cried.

“CALL THE HOSPITAL!” An elderly woman smacked Trevor’s ankle with her cane. Trevor gently punched her aside before booking it after the others.

Few people gave chase, the cowboy could feel their breath on the back of his neck for a few blocks. Someone had tried to grab hold of his jacket and torn the bottom of it.

It wasn’t until he reached the neighborhood that he stopped running. Trevor had to process everything that had happened, for it had all happened so quickly. He had punched someone. He had possibly killed someone. He had run more in one night than he had in the last month. He had defended a lady. Slowly, Trevor made his way toward the house. His pursuers were long gone, they hadn’t been able to make it past the city limits. Pathetic really.

“Trevor!” Junior zoomed past in a Mustang. “I GOT AN UBER!”

“WHAT?” Trevor chased after them, picking up his pace. “WHAT THE HELL’S AN UBER?”

“LIKE A TAXI!”

“WHAT THE FUCKS A TAXI?”

“YOU’RE TOO OLD MAN, GET WITH THE PROGRAM!” Junior shouted out the window. “MEET US AT HOME!” And he disappeared around the corner.

~~~~

~~Part 6~~

Trevor groaned and walked in silence for a few minutes. His hands shoved in his pockets, hat pulled down low, and a wad of gum in his cheek. He became aware of the clacking behind him and turned, squinting as someone followed him by a block. The moonlight lit up only so much, and the streetlight down the way was broken, so he stood there under the working light and waited. If this was someone looking for a fight he’d fight them, otherwise he’d prefer they walked in front. This wasn’t a good part of the city, especially at night. He fingered the switchblade in his pocket eagerly. He had some anger left in him.

Cupcake walked slowly shivering, crying, and wobbling. Her knees were bloody from falling on concrete and one of her nails was broken from catching herself. The straps to her shoes were falling apart and after a few more feet the left one broke off. She fell again and swore as her knees kissed the cement. She got up and saw the red stains they had left. Rather than try to fix it, Cupcake took both shoes off and prepared to deal with the pain sure to follow. In the distance, she saw someone standing under a streetlight. They had a funny shaped head, almost like they wore a, COWBOY HAT! Trevor! She nearly burst out laughing as she got closer. “T-Trevor!”

Trevor blinked, surprised to see the girl walking towards him. He had expected her to be in the ‘Uber’ with the others. Had that so called ‘gentleman’ Ringo just up and left her? He took his hand out his pocket and held it out to her. “Cupcake, ya’ alright?”

“Y-Yeah.” She was hesitant, but soon took his hand. The least she could do considering he had just punched someone for her. She let him pull her forward a bit. “Are you alright?”

“Fine.” He pulled his hand away and began taking off his jacket.. “You ain’t got no clothes on really, yer gonna get sick.”

“Getting sick is the least of my worries Trevor, keep i-!” He threw his jacket in her face.

“Ain’t an offer, put it on.” He ordered gently. “I got long sleeves, you got a bra and plastic on.”

She hesitated for a second, debating whether or not to explain spandex to him, but put on the jacket. It was a thick leather, and smelled strongly of sweat and musk with a hint of cheap cologne. Comforting, safe, warmth. Her shivering soon stopped and Cupcake smiled. “Thank you Trevor.”

“Don’t mention it.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. He noticed she wasn’t wearing shoes either, but he wasn’t going to give her his. A man had his limits, and his boots were his. Trailing down from her knees were lines of blood. “Fer goodness sake, you bleedin’?”

“It’s fine, these stupid heels made me fall once or twice, don’t worry about it.”

“I ain’t worried, you’se attractin’ skeeters!” He shot back, a hit harsher than he intended. “They smells ya’ blood and they bitin’ at me.”

“Here, you walk ahead then.” She slowed down her pace. “Let them bite me, I kind of deserve it.”

“Naw, you walk ahead, I need to keep an eye on you.” He waited for her to pass before walking a few feet behind her. After a couple of seconds of silence he tried to spark conversation, “Did theys leave you in the city?”

“No, I got out before Junior ordered his Uber and sorta kept walking.” She didn’t look back, but held in a wince as she stepped on a rock. Mosquito’s bit at her legs, the only part of her exposed except her face. Every few moments Cupcake paused to slap at them, allowing Trevor to get closer until once again they were equal. She expected him to complain, but he didn’t, he just put an arm around her shoulders and looked straight ahead.

By the time they reached the house her feet were sore and he was exhausted. Ringo stood on the small porch wringing his hands and worrying. When the spiky haired gentleman saw them he let out a cry of relief, hurrying over to check that they were alright. He scooped up the girl apologizing frantically for leaving her as they left Trevor on his own.

Trevor took in a deep breath and looked up to the stars.

~~~~~

~~Part 7~~

Cupcake watched as Trevor threw his hat on his bed. There he was, across the hall as he had been for months now. He had always been there, hadn’t he? He was there when Icy and her fought from dawn until dusk ready to step in if things to too rough, he was there when she lost her favorite necklace, when she fell asleep on the couch, and when she needed a small boost to get something. Tonight, if he hadn’t been in there, what would have happened? He could have sat with Ringo and them, why didn’t he? She looked down at the jacket on her bed and the tear on it’s bottom. She could fix that, she was a decent tailor. It was the least she could do to say thank you, fix up his old jacket.

Cupcake had washed off the cheap spray tan and nearly sobbed as she saw that her skin was stained a pale peach-ish color. Her hair would have to be blonde for a small while and shorted for who knew how long. A constant reminder of what she had done. Now she sat in her own room with the door opened wearing an over-sized t-shirt that read ‘Overnight Rockstar’ in an army font.

Trevor closed his door and Cupcake was once again alone. Except for the cat that now rested on her bed, Robbie. She pet the felines head as she brought the jacket over to her sewing machine. It took her a while to puncture through it with her needle and every time she did manage to do so, she had to be careful not to lose the string in the tough fabric. It took her half the night to fix it, but she worked fiercely.

The next morning Trevor was surprised to find his jacket waiting for him on the back of his door. He was more surprised to see that the tear was fixed. Had Cupcake done this? She had been the last one wearing it, this looked like her handiwork, so it made sense that she would have done this. He got dressed except for his boots and went across the hall to Cupcake’s door. Knocking, he got no response, but the door did open.

Cupcake was still asleep in her bed, pillow over her head and blankets folded over herself. The light was still on and Trevor tiptoed to the switch to turn it off. He also shut off her alarm, he’d just have to explain to Ringo what happened. The old fox would surely understand, and if he didn’t Trevor could simply threaten him. The cowboy nearly missed the cat slinking out the room and making his way around the corner. Quietly, he followed.

Sportabork was already up and cooking breakfast with the help of his friend Xiphos. While the man cooked eggs, the eight foot winged demon made shaped pancakes. Currently he used his tail to flip over one shaped like a bear. It wasn’t too cramped and Trevor was able to worm his way in to get a glass of orange juice before heading out to the dining room. Berry already sat at the table with Ringo, neither really speaking. Robbie was trying to dip his head in the small pitcher of cream on the table. Junior was in the doorway with his magazine taking a quiz, only pausing to He look up at Trevor and let out a low whistle.

“There he is, the southern gentleman.”

“There he is, the yankee that fell out the ugly tree and hit every branch on his way down.” Trevor shot back, taking his seat at the table. “Why di’n’t none of y’all wait for Cupcake, she would’ve had to walk home by herself if I hadn’t come alone.”

“We thought C was with with you, y’alls booked it outta there.” Berry looked up from his phone. “Never seen ya’ move so fast before, being like the Flash.”

“I do feel bad about leaving her at a time like that, but Junior made it sound like she had gotten away safely.” Ringo paused to pick the fat cat off the table and move it to the floor. “I had no idea she was still wandering around by herself, heaven forbid I would leave her out there by herself!”

Icy was the next one in the dining room, and he wore a sly grin on his face. Cupcake wasn’t the only one that hadn’t slept last night, he had gone out to play his favorite game; Cat and Mouse. He had told Ringo not to worry about him and left to seek out Emmett. Turning in some old favors Icy managed to get an old ambulance and picked up the unconscious man.

Now, Icy was a secretive man, he kept some things to himself and some things to his sister. This was one of those things he kept to himself. Past the city limits, past the crime ridden streets and neighborhoods, was an abandoned manor with a hedge maze. Icy had thought long and hard about inviting the others to live there, but it served a greater purpose to him then they ever would. Besides, Cupcake wouldn’t take kindly to seeing their mom’s portrait nailed to the wall on the main stairs landing.

“Oh Mother, I’m home~” Icy had said as he dragged Emmett through the house and to the maze in the back. He could have gone around, but he would have had to deal with the old garden statue that startled him as a child. The gnome man with eyes that seemed so lifelike. The way they seemed to follow him no matter where he moved. At least with the portrait of mother he knew he could do no wrong in her eyes.

For the entire night he played his game with his new ‘toy’, chasing him around the maze and startling Emmett to the point he was seeing Icy when he wasn’t really there. No killing he had his standards, but make the man look crazy and then release him back in the city, he could do that a thousand times and still sleep like a baby at night. Emmett was tougher to break than he had anticipated, but Icy liked the challenge. At last, when Icy had broken Emmett down to the point where the man was begging to be killed at the top of his lungs, getting on his knees and begging for his life to end that Icy crept up behind him and stabbed a needle into the mans neck.

Emmett was left at the hospital with Heroine in his bloodstream, a strap of rubber around his arm, and a needle still in his vein. It looked like he was a drug head, so when he began shouting about monsters in the maze and Cinderella being a boy and trying to get him it seemed like nonsense being spewed from a junkies mouth. Icy went home happier than a kid at a candy store.

Ringo, who was oblivious to Icy’s night, pat the seat next to him and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek when he got close enough. Icy yawned and leaned against him, falling in an out of sleep. He was so tired, but it had been worth it. He had avenged his baby sister more than Trevor ever would. What was a punch to murder? No, he hadn’t killed Emmett, but Emmett would be dead in no time. Heroine was a very addictive drug, it would be no time before another fix would be needed.

“I love you.” Icy mumbled.

“I love you too.” Ringo kissed his cheek again. He frowned, looking around the dining room. “Cupcake isn’t here.��

“She stayed up late fixin’ my jacket.” Trevor hung his hat on the back of the chair. “Let ‘er sleep in.”

Ringo frowned but didn’t object. After everything that had happened yesterday, maybe some more sleep was what she needed. He could deal with not having her for one meal, he’d go up and wake her up after breakfast. Sportabork and Xiphos came out with two plates on each of their arms, all with shaped pancakes and eggs. Sportabork gave Ringo a plate with a fox pancake and Icy a plate with a cat pancake with two blueberries for eyes. Xiphos gave Berry the bear pancake and Trevor a plate with a snake pancake. Sportabork went back into the kitchen to get Junior a plate of eggs.

The meal was peaceful, especially considering the elephant in the room, but nobody let it bother them. Demon’s were allowed to eat breakfast too, especially one as polite as Xiphos. Berry even lent him some of his copies of Sailor Moon to read in hell before the demon had to leave again. Ringo went to wake up Cupcake while the others helped clean up breakfast.

He knocked on the door twice before opening the door. Cupcake was still sound asleep. Ringo spoke in a soft voice, “Cupcake, it’s time to wake up.” No reply. Ringo got closer to the bed and said in a bit louder voice, “Cupcake, you’ve slept through breakfast.” No reply. He sat on the edge of her bed and gently shook her shoulder. “Love, do get up.” Still no reply.

“Ringo, that’s not how you do it.” Junior held up two pans, spun them in his hands, then began banging them together. “WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!”

Jolting up with a start Cupcake nearly headbutt Ringo in the face. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug and glowered at Junior who was quick to leave. She shook in Ringo’s arms, yet he stayed still like a wall. They stayed like that for a few seconds before he slowly let her go and kissed her forehead. “Why don’t you get dressed and come get something to eat?”

“Not hungry.” She mumbled. “Let me sleep.”

“It’s time to wake up.” He went over to her window and opened the blinds. “Enjoy the sunlight!”

Cupcake waited until Ringo left and closed her door behind him before getting out of bed. Honestly, she wanted to look normal again. She missed her dark hair and pretty dresses, and especially her boots. Getting out of bed and wincing as the bottoms of her feet touched the ground she made her way to the closet. She pulled out a black dress with purple lace and threw it on her bed. She had to shower again and was pleased to see that most of the tan had washed off, she would be her normal complexion in no time! She changed into her dress and twirled in the mirror, if she kept the pixie cut and added a few of her shiny accessories, she’d look absolutely adorable today!

Berry nearly bumped into her in the hallway as they went for their rooms, but didn’t say anything about it. She grinned at him and twirled around him. “Good morning Berry.” She curtsied. He chuckled and bowed back at her before walking back to his room. Cupcake went into her room and went her jewelry box until she found a purple choker with a large lilac gem on it. She put it around her neck and searched around the box her favorite pair of earrings. Amethyst skulls with black chains that dangled down to her neck. He put them in and looked at herself in her dresser mirror. Without thinking she grabbed her tube of black lipstick and put it on, how grand it felt to look like her old self!

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