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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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New Life

Summary: Finally you will move to Duskwood and start a new life. A moving with the help of the chaotic Duskwood Squad and a shamed hacker with the wrong moving box, can it be more beautiful?

Pairing: Group & Fem!MC x Jake

Words: 4,4 k

A/n: Welcome to this OneShot. After a long time something of my own. I dreamed about it and so the idea came. So I hope you’ll like it and have fun. Excuse the mistakes etc etc etc.

Take care and stay healthy! Much love.❤️

4 a.m.

"Shit" you hiss annoyed and look at the stain of coffee on the floor, which was sweped in your haste over the edge of the cup, "My poor coffee".

Because of sorrow you forgot again why you even walked to the door.

You want to make your way to get a cloth when it rings again, "Oh right" you shake your head over your forgetfulness. It’s just too early for you.

Quickly you open the door to your apartment and look in two radiant faces belonging to Dan and Richy, your heroes of the day.

"Good morning" both say at the same time and you would just like to crawl back into bed.

"Good morning guys, come in. Careful not to step on the coffee, he did not deserve it"

Hectically you put your cup next to the door on the small dresser to go to the kitchen and get something to wipe away.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dan asks you as you come back with quick steps.

"You look tired, haven’t you slept?" Richy asks, grinning, you shake your head.

"Only about half an hour and that was an accident. I didn’t want to sleep," you explain.

"Why?" Richy looks around the almost empty apartment. All that’s left are only the biggest furniture you’ll be taking with you and a lot of moving boxes.

"I had to pack so much stuff and besides I was really excited. Do any of you want coffee? I made more, and I left two more cups outside." You’re offering.

The eyes of both men grow big,"I certainly don’t say no to coffee," Richy jokes and follows you into the kitchen.

"Just take what you need. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes and the stuff from the bathroom" You already ran off only to then make a 180 degree turn, "My cup" you mumble and grab it.

"MC, let’s take it easy, we have all the time in the world," Dan rebukes you and you sighing.

"I’m sorry, I’m probably more excited than I thought," you apologize and drop into the chair at your kitchen table.

"This is normal. You don’t move to a completely strange and creepy city every day," Richy throws in and immediately gets a nasty look from Dan.

"Are you serious?" he asks, "You’re not making it better!"

Richy looks embarrassed in your a little desperate face, "But for that, this will be the coolest time of your life!" he tries to save the situation, "Hey, think about it, the Duskwood Squad is finally completely united in a few hours!"

The prospect of the time you are about to be with your friends, and that always without having to go home, also makes you smile like the two men

"But it’s about time, Shorty, we miss you at our place.

A visit every few months is simply not enough, or just for one night over the weekend. You should have seen the girls the last days, there was no rest"

Dan finds just the right words to calm you down. You’ve waited so long to move to Duskwood, and now it’s finally time. A new phase in your life with a group of good friends that you met during a worst-case similar situation.

Since then, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t written or spoken on the phone. You’ve played so much Doodle Splash to pass the time for your next visit that you feel like you’ve painted more than Picasso ever did

"You are right! " you agree resolutely, "time for the best time of my life! "

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"I actually thought you had a few less things," Richy stands breathless in your apartment door. Of course, the big things, like your couch, your bed and your desk, were brought into the truck first which Richy borrowed from a friend company for removals.

And now for about 20 minutes you’ve been carrying one box after the other downwards to store it. In between, even one of your neighbors came to help, who actually wanted to go to work but still had a few minutes.

"That’s because the boxes are too small," you joke, and Richy looks at you with a look that clearly says 'You don’t believe that yourself'.

Defending you raise your hands and push with your foot another box over to him, which he can bring down.

About 10 minutes later, in which you had to take out all the boxes again, and put them back in, you put down the last box in your hallway. Behind you, Dan and Richy come up the stairs as you pull the little key to your former apartment out of your pocket and sigh.

"Finish!" Richy cheers and puts an arm around your shoulders, "Are you ready?" Dan asks you and you nod. A little sad, you put the key in the keyhole one last time and lock up.

Dan takes the last box from you and you go down the stairs together. You throw the key into the mailbox as agreed with your landlord and turn around one last time.

Determined not to be sad or rather melancholic, you climb forward into the truck behind Richy while Dan closes the big cargo hatch.

He himself gets into the driver’s seat.

"Let’s go into your new life" he announces solemnly as he starts the engine.

"Into a new life"

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"I wanna be the very best!

Like no one ever was!

To catch them is my real test

To train them is my cause" you all shout the theme music of Pokémon.

Richy has turned on his playlist where all the songs you can only imagine are. You’ve been driving for about an hour and a half.

"POKÉMON!" Richy screams and throws his hand into the air.

"Don’t shout!" Dan grumbles and gives him a annoyed look, "You just screamed too!" the mechanic defends himself and twists his eyes. "I need another coffee, I’m driving to the next rest stop, otherwise I won’t make it for the next two hours," says Dan and you agree.

At the gas station you get yourself a new coffee and a snack. Actually 3 hours are not so much driving, but with the grumpy Dan and the lively Richy, who are two clowns at the same time, it can be exhausting.

After you get back to the truck, and this time Richy drives on, you actually managed to fall asleep after half an hour.

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"Wake up, Shorty" you hear the voice of the bearded man far away, "We are almost there," he explains and you open your eyes. You need a short moment to realize where you are and what’s going on, but then you straighten up. Your head was lying on Dan’s shoulder.

"Sorry" you mumble and stretch as much as possible with so little space." It’s fine. I almost slept myself" he waves off and you just nod. No wonder, the two boys also left at 1 a.m., to be with you in time.

In fact, you can already see that you will reach the entrance of Duskwood in about 5 minutes. You’ve been driving this way so many times, you know the way around, like in your own hometown.

"I’m so glad I don’t have to drive any further," Richy whines and drums with his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that sounds quietly from the radio.

"When the truck is empty, you have to bring it back" Dan reminds him. Without going into the mocking comment, the mechanic turns the radio a little louder.

When the sign 'Welcome to Duskwood' appears in your sight, you start to grin broadly. Nervously you slide back and forth on the seat and bite your lower lip.

Richy crosses the border into the small town with secrets you still have learned to love.

"Welcome to Duskwood" Richy congratulates you and you happily clap your hands.

Welcome new life.

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When you turn into the street where your apartment is, very close to Jessy’s, you almost jump up from your seat. Just the seatbelt holds you back when you see the rest of the group standing outside the door: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly and Hannah.

All 5 wave wildly and Richy pushes twice on the horn to greet. As far as the side of the road goes, Richy stops the truck and you quickly unbuckle yourself. You rip the door, and without using the stairs, you jump out of the car, "Leave the door where it belongs!" you hear Richy shout, but you’ve been on your way down for a long time.

"Hello" calls all of you in a choir as a tight and not quite gentle hug with the 4 girls takes place. All at the same time you fall into each other’s arms. Compliments are exchanged and joy about the move announced.

"You pretend you haven’t seen each other for four years!" you hear Richy laugh and roll his eyes. "That’s how it feels," Hannah chuckles next to you.

"Hello MC" Thomas shouts amused and you stretch an arm in the air and waves in an indefinite direction, "Hello Thomas, I don’t know where you stand but HI!"

After you finally broke up from each other, Hannah holds out your new front door key that she kept for you. She was the one who looked for apartments for you on the spot when you couldn’t be here. She took over the visits and took pictures. If it was possible, she took you with her through a video call.

"Congratulations MC, welcome to the family" she smiles.

"Thank you folks, it’s so nice to finally be here!"

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After you have arrived correctly and you have looked at your apartment once again in empty state, you have started to bring everything into the apartment. Now, of course, things are moving much faster with more people.

You’ve built up in the stairwell to the second floor: Dan, Richy, Thomas, Cleo, Lilly, Jessy, Hannah and you.

In a row your carton reaches from person to person and quickly most of it is done. From your apartment comes music that you run via a Bluetooth speaker. Fortunately, you have labeled everything so that after all the boxes are in your apartment, you only have to push them into the right rooms. And then the big things come.

The three of them, Thomas Richy and Dan carry the sofa upstairs.

You just stand by with a slightly nervous face and hope no one gets hurt.

"You have to be careful! The sofa is tipping!" Dan shouts loudly as Richy tries another handle.

"I know! But I don’t want this thing to fall on my foot," Richy hisses. Thomas, who supports the side, only twists his eyes.

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All the important parts are now in your apartment. Now, the truck is empty and ready to be brought back.

"Okay, I’ll bring the truck away, and you start here. I’ll come back when you’re done and I can get the beer I earned," Richy jokes as he takes the key off the kitchen table.

"You get nothing" you call laughing after him, "Oh wait until the man Without Face learns of your sin. To deny a working man his beer is bad!"

Laughing, you shake your head, "I’m waiting for the next new moon."

"How can you always joke about it?" Jessy asks without understanding.

"Well, that’s just relief," you explain and smile at her calmly.

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4 hours, a lot of laughter, bad jokes, quarrels and almost broken furniture later, the most important is on the right place. The bed is built up and ready for the first night in the new apartment, in your new life.

"How’s your thumb, Richy?" Ask the sulking mechanic carefully.

"All right, I can take a lot, I’ll survive," he calms you down and presses the cooling pad more firmly on his finger.

A lot went wrong trying to build your wardrobe. Someone had forgotten a screw when the ceiling was mounted.

The moment Richy tried to hit a nail with a hammer in the lower area, the ceiling came loose and fell down.

Both side walls of the cabinet fell into each other, and Richy accidentally punched hit his thumb. For a few seconds you were all just staring at each other and then laughing. Fortunately, Richy’s injury wasn’t that bad, but you gave him something to cool down with.

And now almost everything is ready. There are only a few boxes missing, but you will take over yourself." Thanks for your great help, guys! Many thanks to Richy and Dan who picked me up and drove so long. And of course, thank you all so much for helping me here!"

You’re all sitting around the table in your living room. You’re sitting next to Jessy on the floor while everyone else is comfortable on the sofa and armchair.

"And again, for the thousandth time today; Welcome to Duskwood MC" Hannah cheers and keeps her beer up. All together you toast.

"I’m so tired," Dan mutters, sipping his drink." Oh yes, so am I," joins Richy and you nod.

"But it was worth it" Lilly smiles and looks around, "And as soon as it’s done, it can only be great!"

"Perfect!" Hannah improves her sister.

"Indescribable" agrees Jessy.

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"See you guys tomorrow!" you call after the group and close the door.

Just a short and quiet moment you close your eyes exhausted. Preferably you just want to go to bed, but first you still want to unpack a little more.

The sound that tells you that you have received a message pulls you out of your mind.

You pull out your phone and smile when you see that it is Jake who wrote to you.

Jake: Hello, MC.

Jake: How did the move go?

MC: Hi, Jake. Pretty good, I’d say, exhausting and stressful, but good.

Jake: Have you finished?

MC: No, not quite, I do the rest myself, the others have done enough.

Jake: Do you like the apartment?

You grin, he has improved his skills for small talk since you met and Hannah return.

MC: Yes, it’s really nice, do you want to come? You can look around.

Hopeful you stare at the screen. It would be really nice to see Jake today.

What this is between you, you don’t know for sure, sometimes it goes ahead and sometimes back. You’ve seen each other a few times since Hannah was rescued. Mostly here in Duskwood.

After a difficult time between the three siblings and still the problem with Jake’s pursuers, everything has improved.

However he did it, he managed to turn all the tracks that linked him to the suspicion so that they no longer point to him. He is still very careful and occasionally travels from town to town for a few weeks but most of the time he is in Duskwood. This is where you first met.

After the first conversation between Hannah, Lilly and Jake and a lot of explanations, the hacker decided to take an apartment here to catch up the time with his sisters. Since then, he has also become a little more open and better in interpersonal relationships.

At some point he was in the vicinity of your old place of residence and then it happened that you have a day to drink coffee. And the next day in your apartment. The beginnings were sometimes a little difficult because of him because he really didn’t talk much, but after some time it became really nice. There was even a kiss. Your first kiss together.

It was on your balcony and it was at night, under the stars. But since then, not much exciting has happened, unfortunately.

Jake: I think I’d just bother you unpacking.

MC: Bullshit, of course not, I could use a little quieter company after the whole group was there :)

Jake: Don’t you want to go to sleep soon? You must be tired.

MC: Jake, don’t make excuses, if you don’t want to, you can just say no, that’s not bad for me. But I promise I’d be happy if you were here.

You watch him start writing and then delete the message.

Jake: I’m on my way :)

Without answering his message, you close your phone and stare at the bare wall facing you for seconds.

Then you can’t stop yourself from doing a little joy dance, "Yess!" you hisses and grins all over your face.

Jake won’t be long before he gets here, so you decide to clean up the empty bottles and candy that are still on the table.

Although it’s only about 10 minutes to wait, it feels like a half an eternity until it finally rings.

Before you open the door, shake all your limbs to loosen up and clear your throat.

Then you open the door.

The hacker, dressed in black as always, stands with a slight smile in your hallway, "Hello MC" he greets you with his melodic voice.

Immediately you get very warm and you try to keep your own smile small, "Hi Jake. Come in" you walk to the side to let him in.

Jake actually knows your apartment already.

Officially, you don’t know anything about this. But off the record, Hannah told you.

You couldn’t handle the handover of the apartment yourself, so Hannah did it for you, and Jake was with her. He had only told her that he was bored and wanted to come along, but when he looked around and said some things like, "MC has enough space here" and "This will be a good place for her" she realized that he just came to make sure the place was nice enough for you.

Nevertheless, he now curiously lets his gaze wander through the now filled apartment.

"When it is done, it will look really nice" he confirms after you have shown him everything, as well as explained the room layout.

"Yes, I think so," you agree and smile.

"What are you going to do next?" he asks, pointing to the boxes in which your clothes are still to be cleared into the closet.

"That’s exactly what" you answer and kick one of the boxes, "You can sit on the bed if you want, while I unpack," you are proposing and tear the tape off the cardboard.

"I can help you if you don’t mind," he offers and you nod, "Sure, if you want"

Cleaning up with the group was really fun, but now with Jake, it’s beautiful. The atmosphere is calm, not stressful or a mess. You talk about everything that comes to mind while Jake keeps holding clothes in front of your face so you can tell him where it belongs.

Two boxes are already empty. In your second one there is still a little bit inside and Jake is also on his way to get a new one. You watch him as he opens the box, only to close it again immediately afterwards. His cheeks turn pure red and his eyes squint nervously at you, "Uhm, I think I’ll take the box first" he mumbles and you can hear the trembling in his voice only too well.

"Why? What’s going on?" you wonder about his reaction.

"Nothing at all, everything okay, here’s another one" he scratches nervously in the neck and does not look at you when talking.

Skeptically you walk over to the box to take a look inside. When you open it, you quickly realize the reason for his shamed behavior.

Your underwear. You decide not to say anything to make it even more unpleasant for him, but you cannot hide the smile on your lips.

For the next few minutes, it’s quiet until it rings at your door. You look at your watch in wonder. It’s just before 9, and you’re not expecting anyone today.

"Be right back," you inform Jake, "And keep your hands off my underwear," as you disappear out the door, you can see him raising his head in a flash, staring at you with big eyes. Laughing you open the door, "Phil?" you ask surprised when you see Jessy’s brother standing there. Phil has also become a good friend of yours, you visited Aurora as a group several times when you were here.

"Hi MC" he greets you, "I hope I’m not interrupting? I actually have to leave right away again, the Aurora is crowded today.I just wanted to stop by and greet you in Duskwood and congratulate you on your move" he smiles his typical charming smile as you hug briefly, "Thanks Phil" you nod grateful. He separates from you and then does not joyfully pull up an eyebrow, he looks behind you and you turn around as well. Jake is standing in the living room and has the same annoyed look as Phil on his face.

"Have fun, you two," Phil grins a little cocky and puts his arms around you again, just quick.

As he disappears down the stairs, he still calls, "We have to do something together in the next few days."

You slowly close the door and turn around with a wide grin to Jake, who still looks dark at the door. Yeah, that Phil and Jake don’t like each other hasn’t changed. On the contrary.

Jake finds Phil is the most unsympathetic person in the world, and Phil thinks he’s better for you than Jake is.

When Jake frees himself from his rigidity, his attention falls on you. You bite your lower lips and put a hand in front your mouth to stop your next words. Even the hacker seems to know what is going on and looks warn, "Don’t say it"

Innocently you raise your eyebrows, "What? I don’t know what you mean, do you mean? -"

"Stop" Jake stops you and heads back to the bedroom.

"What? Shouldn’t I say that you-"

"MC" he threatens.

"Are you jealous?" it bursts out of you and groaning Jake drops his head in the neck, "You really need to say this, don’t you?"

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After you keep teasing Jake with it, you decided to stop for today. You two ordered a pizza and a drink, because you don’t have much here, except for the beer Hannah bought.

You had the TV running quietly but didn’t pay attention to it. Jake asked you what your wishes and hopes are in for your new life, and you talked about the time with the Man Without a Face. Until now, you’ve only talked to him about it. Just a little bit with Hannah but somehow you’re still not ready to deal with all this. The occasional jokes about it will help you soothe your thoughts a little.

During your conversation, you accidentally fell asleep. The hacker didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to leave without saying anything. After watching you for 20 minutes and thinking about your relationship, he felt weird just looking at you while you're sleeping. So he decided to leave.

However, you seem to have noticed this immediately because the moment he opens the door, your eyes open.

"Wait" you stop him and he looks at you frightened, "If you leave now while I sleep, then I feel like I was a one night stand," you joke and and he grins.

"You’re much more than that," he replies quietly. You raising your upper body, and a little shy, stroking the fluffy pillow on your couch.

"Can you.. can you stay, Jake?" Your voice is quiet, tired and a little nervous, "I feel uncomfortable being here alone the first night," you admit. You had this feeling the first time while you built up the bed. Even though the Man without a face is in prison and you’re safe, you still have this unpleasant ulterior motive.

He seems to think about, but without you telling him, he understands what you’re worried about.

"All right" he sighs and closes the door again.

"You can sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch," you say and get up to get a blanket and a pillow.

"No, the other way around. You should sleep in your bed, your day was exhausting and you need to rest"

Before this discussion can be extended, you decide to make a short process, "Okay, you have two options now. Either you sleep with me in bed, or we both sleep on the couch. 'Cause I’m not gonna ask you to stay here for me, and then let you sleep there!"

The hacker stops briefly, turns slightly red but then grins, "I don’t have a chance anyway, do I?" he asks.

You shake your head, "Not without a war"

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Luckily, you are in possession of a much too large sweatpants which fits him only narrowly, but fits.

The room is dark and it is completely quiet in the whole apartment. You try to be inconspicuous, and slide a bit towards him. You know he’s not asleep yet, and when he doesn’t try to stop you, you get a whole lot closer.

You hear Jake lifting the blanket, the invitation to come to him entirely.You don’t take your time but slide so close that you can put your head on his chest and he puts an arm around you. Immediately its beautiful smell envelops you and your pulse accelerates many times. Even his heart you hear racing what makes you smile.

"Do you know how many times I dreamed about it?" he whispers into the darkness and your heart makes a leap, "No, but if it was only half as often as I did, then I can imagine it," you answer and a quiet laugh vibrates in his chest.

"Good night, MC, see you tomorrow"

"Good night, Jake," you whisper, and then you feel his lips flapping softly over your forehead, just a touch, like a breeze. But for you, it means the world.

Welcome new life, you mean well with me.

❤️🎭🌹

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the-weeping-author · 3 years

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Crazy for you.

A/N: if detailed fics aren’t your thing than you’re in the wrong place. I love details and I’d rather be detailed and boring than have little details and have likes. I’m gonna stay true to myself as a writer. So please enjoy sorry I rambled. I haven’t been around in a while and I’m sorry.

Warnings: cussing, SMUT 18+, Teasing, oral (giving), unprotected sex, dirty talk. Slight Public play, spanking. Edging. (I think that’s it.)

Wordcount: 4,376

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Steve and I had a date tonight we were going to Benny’s diner to get a milkshake. Steve and I had our first date there. That was a year and two months ago, and of course we had to be in school. I knew as soon as I got my free period I had to do my homework. Well at least what I could do, and Steve did not make it easy for me and he knew it. He was a little shit head, but I loved him. I couldn’t help it. Call it young love but I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

My sister thinks I’m crazy but she doesn’t know our relationship like I do. Steve had saved my life when the demogorgons invaded Hawkins. But I had Saved Steve’s life apparently. We were drunk and at the lake, we were sitting on the hood of his BMW. just us and nature around us. Steve had drank that night, but so had I. I remember every detail of the night. The way our hands lightly grazed over each other’s, the way he bit his lip when he didn’t think I noticed.

My mind started to replay that night until a hand started to snap in front of my face. I quickly looked at who was currently in my personal space, I smiled warmly as I saw Steve. He returned that same smile, and slid down the wall to sit beside me. When he sat down he nudged me with his shoulder.

“Hey are you okay? I was calling your name for like five minutes?”

I looked at him, I blushed slightly putting my hand on his thigh. My eyes met his, he smiled at me leaning in pressing his lips to mine. I quickly kissed back, I pulled away. Nodding my head at him.

“Uhhh. Yeah I’m fine I just was thinking about the night at your parents cabin.”

A sly smirk came across his face, pulled me closer to him.

“Is that so?”

His hand slid along my thigh, I grabbed his hand stopping it.

“Steve i’m trying to do homework so we can go out tonight so if you want your girlfriend there I suggest you stop.”

He quickly pulled his hand back. I giggled before pecking his lips again. I went back to my history book, I felt Steve's hand go to my lower back. I tensed up when I felt his hand go under my shirt, his hand froze at my simple motion, I saw him smirking cheek to cheek out of my peripheral vision. I cleared my throat, turned my head to look at him. When our eyes met He smiled at me innocently.

“Keep studying Y/N i'm just gonna rub your back. I know it helps you relax.”

I looked at him suspiciously, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I shrugged the thought off, I went back to studying until I felt his fingers pull at the back of my bra. I whipped my head towards him, I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. His hand froze, and his eyes looked up.

“Miss Y/L/N, is mister Harrington bothering you?”

My heart immediately dropped, I turned towards my biology teacher smiling up at him.

“Uh yeah everything is good Mr. Jones I’m just doing some homework. Steve was just helping me finish up.”

I smile at him, I look down at my homework, quickly finishing the last question. I shut my text book while he walked away, I let out a breath as I saw his shoes disappearing. I stood up, I squatted down picking up my books. I kissed Steve on the lips, I smiled at him.

“I’ll see you at six o’clock Steve.”

He smiled, pecked my lips again letting his hands run up my sides. He pulled away, nodded his head.

“Okay Y/N, I’ll see you at six.”

I smiled, walked back to my locker, I put everything in my locker and closed it as the last bell of the day went off. I walked out the double doors, I talked to a few of my friends while I walked home. Steve always insisted on taking me home but I reassured him that I’d be fine, and that it was better for my health. Steve knew I was saving up for a car so it wasn’t like I wouldn’t have a car soon.

When I got to my street I looked both ways before crossing the road, I started towards my house. I didn’t see my parents home so I was guessing they had left early for their trip. I walked into the house, I quickly ran upstairs. Immediately taking my clothes off, I jumped into the shower. After I got out I walked back into my room, and I put on my underwear. I walked to my closet, I looked at the variety of blouses I had hanging. I put my hand on my chin, and I started tapping my foot against the carpet.

I slid a nice fitting white tank top on, I grabbed my black skirt over the bottom of my tank top. I grabbed my Jean jacket sliding it on, I walked over to my vanity grabbing my hair brush. I teased my hair until it had a little poof to it, I plugged in my curling iron letting it heat up. I walked to my dresser drawer, I grabbed a pair of pantyhose, I slid them up my legs. Once I was done I slipped on my shoes, I looked at the clock on my nightstand, and I cussed under my breath. It was five thirty Steve would be here in thirty minutes.

I curled my hair, I sprayed hairspray in my hair. I put some lip gloss on, before I even got halfway down the stairs I heard a knock at my door. I smiled widely, I bolted down the rest of my stairs swinging the front door open widely. I smiled seeing Steve he looked as handsome as ever. His chestnut brown hair was perfect and styled (like always) he wore a pair of light washed blue jeans, and a nice burgundy sweater.

He smelled of soap, laundry detergent, and spice. It was intoxicating, and I loved every second of breathing it in. I grabbed my keys, I walked out the door locking up. Steve pressed his soft lips to mine, I smiled into the kiss putting my hand on his cheek. When we pulled away I was a bit taken back, but not because he kissed me but he had never kissed me like that. It was a nervous but passionate kiss. He had something planned, but there was no use in asking because I knew he wouldn’t tell me.

He smiled at me, grabbed my hand giving me a twirl. My skirts ruffles lifted up a bit, I giggled as he walked me to his maroon Bmw. He stopped before we reached his car, he pulled me into him wrapping his arms around my waist loosely. He pressed his lips to the top of my head before pulling away smiling brightly at me.

“By the way Y/N you look stunning.”

I smiled at him, I stood on my tippy toes pecking his lips before pulling away.

“Thanks Stevie you look great too.”

He smiled, walked to the passenger side of the car, opened the door for me.

“Nice jacket by the way.”

He smiled at me, I blushed lightly as my fingers found a piece of hair. I started playing with it, I hated it more than I did anything else. (My ticks were another thing that hit after the upside down) I looked back up at him, I smiled shyly.

“Thank Steve. I saw it and thought of you so I decided to buy it, I hope t-that’s okay.”

His smile got even wider, I walked over to him sliding into the car. Before he shut the door he leaned down so I could see him, he put his hand on my thigh.

“It’s more than okay Y/N. It’s perfect just like you.”

Just that simple statement awoke the butterflies in my stomach. I shut the car door, I quickly got lost in thought. Every time I was with Steve it was euphoric. I was over the moon and nothing would bring me back to earth. Steve made me feel untouchable, and I made sure to tell him every chance I got. The sound of Steve closing the car door brought me back to him, I turned towards him, I leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around me, I kissed his lips passionately before we left my driveway. When I pulled away he pulled out the driveway, he glanced at me as he took off towards the diner.

“What was that for?”

I looked at him, I snuggled into his side.

“Nothing just for loving me.”

He let out a playful scoff, he winked at me.

“Well luckily for me you make that easy.”

I smiled, I listened to his heartbeat. The radio softly played in the background, I rubbed my finger on Steve’s chest looking up at him. I raised up, I started letting my finger slowly go down his chest to his stomach, and he told me to stop a few times. I didn’t want to after all he deserved it from earlier. Before I could get down to the waistband of his pants his hand grabbed my hand, and glanced at me.

“Aww what’s wrong Stevie can’t handle a little teasing.”

His face kinda went unreadable for a moment, eyes looked over at me, and casually let out a breath.

“You’re not allowed to cum tonight.”

My smirk dropped, and I grabbed his hand.

“B-but Steve I was only teas-.”

As he pulled into the parking lot, parked the car he looked at me, smirked at me.

“Well now it’s my turn.”

I gulped, I nodded my head. He turned the car off, got out of the car. He walked over to my side of the car door, and opened it like he did before. When I stepped out I “accidentally.” rubbed my ass against his crotch, his breath hitched. I kissed his lips, and then ducked under his arm walking to the restaurant’s doors. I looked over my shoulder and smiled innocently.

“Hey babe are you coming? I’m starving.”

He bit his bottom lip, ran a hand through his hair. He shut the car door, he walked into the diner with me. I walked with him to a booth, I slid into it. Steve sat across from me, the waitress walked over. Steve and I had both ordered a bacon burger with a chocolate milkshake. After she walked away Steve cleared his throat, and that’s when the nerves kicked. I could see it in his eyes that revenge was still very present.

“So uh Y/N it’s been a year and two months since we got together, and I it’s probably dumb to get you this but I uhm I hope you like.” I nodded, the waitress came over, put our plates in front of us. I noticed Steve’s plate and mine looked different. Hiswas on his burger and mine on my plate. I grabbed the tomato and put it on my burger, then I grabbed the lettuce putting it on top of my tomato. I picked up the bread, and I placed it on top of my burger. My attention went back to Steve, he looked at me smiling.

“I hope you like it Y/N.”

My eyebrows furrowed confusion so very evident on my face, and I saw his smile drop some.

“Uhm Y/N is everything okay?”

I smiled at him, I nodded my head.

“Uh yeah Steve but you hope I like what?”

I looked down, I watched him pick a small ring up. He smiled, slid it on my left ring finger.

“Y/N I know I’m not the best at -.”

“Steve shut up… t-this is perfect. I love you Steve.”

He smiled, reached across the table to hold my hand while his finger played with my new ring.

“It looks great on you baby.”

I smiled while leaning across the table, and Steve met me in the middle. Our lips pressed together, I sat there for a moment no matter how loud my lower back was screaming at me to get out of the position. When I remembered Steve was sitting like this I had leaned back into my side of the booth, next thing I knew Steve was slipping into my side of the booth.

His hand lingering on my thigh, just as soon as I looked at him the waitress came back to check in on us. Steve looked at me, and I shook my head at him. The waitress nodded, and she walked away back to whatever she was doing. As we say there I felt Steve’s hand start to slide up my thigh. When he reached my panties I froze immediately, and almost choked on the frie I had just swallowed. I took a sip of my chocolate shake while Steve looked at me as if nothing was going on.

He leaned into me whispering into my ear. His warm breath made goosebumps break out across my skin.

“Don’t make a nose princess, I mean unless you want everyone in the restaurant to know what we are doing.”

I looked around the restaurant, not too many people were there but it was empty either. I nodded my head, bit my lip and he started rubbing circles against my underwear. I gripped his arm giving it a firm squeeze, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse the waitress came walking back over. She put the check down on the table, and I looked up at her flashing her a smile.

After Steve had put the money on the table we left the restaurant, and I barely had time to pull my sort down. Steve basically pulled me out the restaurant, we got into the car making our way back to his place. His parents were out of town, it wasn’t unusual for me to spend the night at Steve’s. All I had to do was tell my parents I was at Nancy’s, I was most definitely grateful for her.

As soon as Steve put his car in park we got out the car heading to his front door. After we got inside we decided to watch a movie. Steve had popped popcorn, and grabbed two drinks from the refrigerator. I took a few sips continuing to watch the movie. Steve grabbed my hand, I turned my attention towards him. He leaned into me kissing my lips, and the kiss was soft and sweet. After a second or so it changed.

What once was soft and sweet turned into hunger, passion. I straddled Steve’s lap, I wrapped my arms lazily around his neck while his hands roamed my body. My first item of clothing to go was my jacket. Followed by Steve’s sweater, Then my tank top his lips pressed down my chin to my neck. Once he got there his fingers dug into my sides, I moved my head to the side giving him better access to my neck. His lips latched themselves onto my sweet spot, I let out a small soft whimper grabbing on his shoulders to get better balance.

My hands ran down his chest to his pants, once my hands got there I started to unbutton his pants. He pulled away from my neck, smirked at me.

“In a hurry tonight are we princess?”

I bit my bottom lip feeling heat flush across my cheeks and up to my ears. I wrapped my arms around his neck, put my forehead against his.

“Sorry Stevie, I just want you so bad.”

I kissed his lips again, I made my way to his neck. When I got there I kissed all over it, not leaving a spot untouched. I sucked all over his neck, I felt his grip tighten against my waist. I knew there was going to be a bruise by morning, but I didn’t care. I just wanted every part of Steve, I need him now. The teasing was overbearing, but Steve and I made sure sex wasn’t a main priority in our relationship which made the sex Euphoric.

Steve’s hands tugged at my skirt, I got off of him quickly not breaking eye contact once. I started at the waistband of my skirt, and I didn’t stop until my skirt was at my ankles. When I stood back up Steve let out a groan, he motioned me to come back to him so I did. I got back in the position I was in again, Steve wasted no time to connect his lips with mine again. His fingers ran across the back of my thighs, he gave my ass a firm smack. I let out a Yelp against his mouth, he took my bra off discarding it on the floor.

Steve’s hands roughly ran up my body, once he got to my cheeks he let his hands glide down my body. Not leaving a single inch of my body untouched, he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth pulling away letting it go back in its place. Steve’s hand immediately found my panties, his fingers dipped under the fabric so he could start rubbing my clit.

My gasped fell into the empty house, I tilted my head back closing my eyes. I gripped Steve’s shoulders, I rolled my hips against his fingers letting out a bubbly moan fall out my mouth.

“Are you close baby girl?”

I bit my lip, I looked down at him nodding my head. As much as I didn’t want to admit it I was honestly close. I was so close to the high I was looking for, but when I was so colse Steve pulled his fingers away making a whimper leave my lips.

“Steve what the fuck?”

His hand quickly struck my ass sending a loud pop into the house. The small noise seemed so loud it echoed in my ears, and now my ass stung. I looked at Steve, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What was that for?”

“Everything Y/N. The stunt you pulled in the car then in the parking lot. You’ve been a very bad girl today, and I think bad girls deserve to be punished.”

I licked my lips, and I put my hands on his chest. My fingers instantly found themselves playing on his chest. I looked down at him, he groaned.

“Y/N don’t look at me like that. You’ve misbehaved and now you need to be punished.”

I dropped my head, I looked back up at him smirking.

“Then Ruin me Steve.”

Those four words made something in Steve snap. One moment I was on his lap, and the next I’m over his shoulder getting carried to his room. Of course I giggled the whole way. Steve was a man on a mission, he looked determined. As he carried me up the stairs I started to nibble and kiss on his chest, when we got to his room he threw me on the bed. He tugged his pants down,and stepped out of them making me Moan at the sight.

His eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips were pink and swollen. He had his eyes glued to me, I wanted to hide. Steve was intimidating sometimes, and this was one of them.

“Get off the bed, and get on your knees.”

I nodded my head, I quickly did as I was told. I watched his bulge twitch at the simple action, I reached for his dick and I started stroking it through his boxers. He let it go on for a few minutes before he grabbed my hand, and stopped me.

“Baby aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

I nodded my head, I pulled his boxers down letting his hard dick spring free. I lucked up the bottom of his shaft, his hands quickly made a temporary ponytail of my hair. I took his dick into my mouth, he let me set the pace before he took control. After a few soft bobs from me his grip tightened on my ponytail, he gave it a tug while he started thrusting in my mouth. My eyes shut some, and I gagged feeling his dick hit the back of my mouth.

He shook his head, and put his hand on my cheek. He Looked down at me, and titled his head back letting out a moan.

“Fuck princess you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. God I’m going to make you a mess tonight.”

I let out a moan around his shaft, I focused on breathing through my nose so I could take him fully into my mouth. Once I was confident I wasn’t going to gag I started deepthroating him. Grunts and praises came from him, and it encouraged me to go the extra mile. I let one hand slowly trail up his thigh, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his swollen dick. He let out a gasp, he pulled my head off his dick. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me to him.

As soon as I was sturdy Steve kissed me hard, he moaned into my mouth. He walked forward until his bed made my knees buckle, Steve hovered above me while our lips tangled together. Steve lined himself up with me, and he looked up at me. All I had to do was nod once, Steve was filling me up. I clenched around him, he threw his head back moaning.

“I- O-Oh fuck princess you feel so good around me, you always feel so good. L-like you were made for me.”

All I could respond with was a moan. Steve had more self control than I did. He could find words while I couldn’t find any at the moment. Steve always had this effect on me, and it was shocking. I always had some snarky comment to say but not now, Steve made me want to give him the best me and he wanted the same. That’s what made me fall in love with him.

“S-Stevie… p-please.. d-don’t stop.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, he leaned down to me kissing my lips hungrily. Before he pulled away he bit my bottom lip again.

“Don’t worry princess I don’t intend to.”

His hip’s slammed into me, and at that moment I was glad Steve’s parents weren’t home. Because the noises that were leaving their son’s room were something. My moans were one thing, Steve’s groans were another, but the sure thing that would have gotten us caught was our skin hitting against each other’s. The sound of that mixed with the headboard hitting the wall would have gotten us caught by anyone and I mean anyone.

I felt Steve hit my g-spot over and over, I didn’t know how much more I could honestly take. Steve and I could go for hours, but I didn’t wanna spend hours chasing something I could get now. Call me needy or impatient, but don’t get me wrong I loved foreplay but right now just wasn’t the time. I needed Steve to ravish me, so far he was doing a good job.

Before I knew it I was face down on his bed, and his hand grabbed my hair again making me let out a hiss. He slammed back into me, I closed my eyes letting my mouth fall open in a euphoric bliss. His hard dick ramming and rubbing my g-spot like it was a genie in a bottle eagerly waiting to pop out the bottle.

I clenched around him, I let out a scream into the sheets gripping them harshly. I gave them a firm tug, and before I could relax for a second Steve pulled me into him. He latched his mouth back onto my neck, and he started sucking harshly on it. His hand slipped around to my clit, he started rubbing quickly, I let out a squeal.

“B-Ba-Baby god please keep going. I’m so c-close please you’re making me feel so good please.”

He let out another “I know.” Chuckle, he thrusted harder into me. I let my eyes close, I felt the knot in my stomach quickly building to the point where it burst. Steve leaned next to my ear, and he started grunting in my ear while kissing it softly.

“G-Go ahead cum for me princess.”

That’s all I need to hear. I let out moans, gasps. Nothing could ever make me feel this good. Not the way Steve did. As I started riding out my orgasm Steve sloppily thrusted into me. Letting out his own grunts and groans into the room, but as soon as he came he let out a growl. After he rode out his orgasm he pulled out of me, and he went and got a rag cleaning myself and him off of each other. He laid next to me gasping for air then he pulled me Into him, kissing my lips softly.

Before anything else happened I looked up at him, I smiled cheekily before kissing his lips softly.

“Thank you for letting me cum Stevie.”

“You're welcome Y/N, I love you so much I’m so glad I pleased you.”

I let out a giggle, I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Stevie I love you too, and you don’t ever have to worry you’ll always please me baby.”

He smiled at me, he rubbed his nose against mine, a smile thing we did when others were around, especially the kids.

“Oh and Steve I know you were made for me too.”

He smiled, kissed my lips.

“Good now how about we take a nap and round two later on I was thinking out by the pool?”

I laughed at him, nodded.

“Why would I say no baby? I'm obviously crazy for you.”

He smiled and I laid my head on his chest drifting away to sleep but not before I heard his soft sweet voice.

“I’m crazy for you too.”

A/N: that’s a wrap for this fic, and I hoped y’all liked it. If you’d like to be on my tag list just message me. Oh if you want to request just let me know. More smuts are coming for sure and so are other things so keep a look out!

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oneshotnewbie · 3 years

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Second part of the Argument Oneshot with Kara and Baby Danvers? 😍😍😍

A/N: So.. I usually had something else planned (a third and an angsty open ending) but I know how much you love fluff and hate open angsty ending so I had to back off with my idea to give you what you wanted. Since this ending was not intended, I don't think it's great, but I hope you like it anyway :)

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"Alex, can we talk for a minute?"

After the supposed attempt that Kara tried to talk to you, you had jumped on the treadmill to let things go through your head that you never thought would occupy your mind. Usually that was always the best way to let it all out and rethink something but today, it was different.

You still hadn't found a crucial point to stay on, so you hoped inside that Alex would agree with you and help you make a decision. So after your training you went straight back up to the center of the whole organization where you knew she would be.

"Of course, go ahead."

The oldest Danvers was standing at the console table with Kara and J'onn, completely absent from her surroundings, probably just preparing for the next mission. When you got upstairs, you jumped up the last three small steps to the computers and stopped beside her.

Kara, who was standing opposite, looked up after she recognized whose voice it was. A small, almost shy smile fell on her lips but you couldn't return it. Instead, you just looked at her coldly and turned your gaze back to the redhead. "Somewhere alone where we can talk in private?"

Immediately her attention was turned to you. With a smile, she looked you in the eyes and put the tablet aside. One hand on your lower back, she led you down from the pedestal and left Kara with Winn & J'onn.

"Is everything ok?" she asked you after the door of her laboratory closed behind you. Reluctantly, you made the last steps to the chairs that had been neatly placed at the table and pulled one out of his row to sit down. "Can you sit down?"

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. She stayed behind you, almost hovering you for a while before she decided to take a seat next to you. "It seems serious, is it about Kara?"

Lowering your head and playing with your sweatshirts arms that you pulled over your thumbs, you first thought about how to start before you started to express your feelings to her. "I've been thinking about Kara and me, about this work.."

"Woah.." she interrupted you, her hand in front of her body to indicate that you shouldn't go on in your sentence. "Listen, I talked to Kara, she's sorry for what she said."

"Alex.." you smiled a little at that sentence. No matter how angry she was with on of you when you argued, the redhead still wanted to be a center between you and settle the dispute, bring you back together. "I don't care if she is sorry, she said it and there is no time reel to undo it."

She was visible tattered, on your stubborn head and your persistence she was always on the verge of despair.

"But she may have been right about what she said."

Squinting her eyes together with a questioning look, she leaned back and watched your proceeding and perked up her ears to listen to you. She didn't know exactly what you were getting at and what this conversation was all about.

"I really like this job, that the DEO saves the world from aliens, and also working with my siblings is good for me and my mental space. It also gives me a lot of time with you both. But maybe Kara was right and I am just not meant for this kind of work..." you spoke carefully, taking a deep breath as you watched your sisters reaction before continuing. "I will take a few days off, of course only with your approval for this 'compulsory leave' to come to my senses and find out whether this is the right way I want to go."

Shocked by the quick yet unexpected decision, she jumped up from her position so that she was sitting with her back straight, put her arms on the table with her hands clasped and bit her lip.

She knew that Kara's words would limit you in some way, since you have always been a person who had a fragile self-confidence, but she had not expected such a large form that you might want to get out of this business.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I don't know, but I will figure it out."

A brief pause with an almost uncomfortable silence enveloped the room. You didn't know exactly how to match her facial expressions, whether she was angry or she understood you. Nor did you know what she was thinking at the moment, whether she would try to stop you or stand by your side.

"I mean.. If that is what you need and want, I don't want to put any obstacles in your way," she continued, her voice turned down a little. "You should just know that we all think that you are doing a great job and that we need you here, I need you here. You are a great help and bring me joy whenever this work sucks."

You laughed out loud and put one hand on her, now flat on the glass surface laying hands. The redhead couldn't help but laugh too. You both got up after a while and you walked around the table to hug her.

"Thank you, Alex."

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With a pizza, a few potstickers and a beer on the little dresser next to the couch, you sat there and watched the new episodes of your favorite show while you thought back over the argument.

"You are too soft for this kind of game."

Since then, this sentence has only been buzzing around in your head and has taken a large place in there. On the one hand, you asked yoursel why your sister simply didn't tell you that beforehand or even voted against it when you talked to them instead of immediately saying yes, beaming with joy when it was said that you wanted to work at the DEO. On the other hand, you were happy that it finally came out what she really felt about it.

A knock on the door of the apartment you and Alex shared tore you out of your thoughts. At first you didn't want to open up, you wanted to be alone and just get this decision behind you but you answered it anyway, not expecting to meet this person.

Kara.

Immediately she stormed into the apartment and you rolled your eyes. Alex must have told her everything. You kicked the door into the lock and walked after her until she stopped in the living room and turned around to face you. "You quit?!"

"No, not really. Just taken a few days off to think about things."

You walked past her and sat down again in your established place that you hadn't left for several hours. You didn't feel like fighting anymore, it hurt your soul to see how she suffered from the fact that you didn't talk to each other. It hurt you too, without her stupid jokes and her closeness, you didn't feel well. You needed your sister no matter how much she hurt you, even if unconsciously.

"Would you like to sit down with me? I still have a few potsickers left."

She turned around quickly and looked at you in disbelief. She thought that you were still mad at her and that you would like not to see her here. The fact that you asked her if she could join you and you even offered her your favorite meal told her that now was the time to settle the argument and brush it aside.

You, on the other hand, looked at her with sad eyes and knocked a few times on the free space next to you.

She sat down next to you and put a hand on your knee, just this warmth and touch almost made you cry, you missed her so much. "Kara.."

"Wait, let me begin," she interrupted you and took a sharp breath while filtering the thoughts in her head and forming them into complete, reasonable sentences. "I know I made a big mistake. I know that I should never had say this to you, but please, please know that I definitely didn't mean that. I was just so panicked because if I lost you, life would be inconceivable."

"I know Kara, and I can understand exactly, but it still hurt to hear something like that coming out of your mouth."

"Please, forgive me." she begged you. Sadly and with tears in her eyes, she looked at you desperately. You could see how serious she was and how done she was with this situation.

Hesitantly, you thought about it shortly before you threw yourself around her neck and held her tightly against you. She too held you tighter than ever and could no longer hold back her tears. With loud sobs, she buried her face in your neck and literally clung to you.

You stayed in this position for a while before she calmed down and you broke away from her. "Still, I will use this time out to find out if hunting aliens and arresting them is right for me."

She laughed and you wiped the last tears from her face. "It's okay, but please rethink it clearly. I would love to still work with you. You are a really good agent."

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Use All of Me (P.10)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Ten) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,259 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death

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“I gotta run,” Natasha informed Wanda quietly, pulling her aside.

“Is there a problem?” Wanda asked concerned.

“Not yet.”

“Okay?” Wanda said, cocking an eyebrow.

Natasha was not going to give her anything else at the moment before she talked to Steve. “It’s fine. Don’t let Y/N worry about me being gone. Help her enjoy the party.”

“Alright,” Wanda responded, and Natasha nodded, before turning on her heel and walking off quickly to make sure to be out of the house before Y/N and Natalie emerged from the bathroom.

On her way out the door to her car, Natasha texted Steve.

I’m on my way to Tony’s. Don’t leave until I get there.

Is there something wrong?

Not immediate. I’ll be there soon.

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Natalie pulled away from you after a while – she had to have let you cry for a good few minutes – and wiped at your tears. “Here,” she said gently, leaving you to go towards the linen cupboard. She pulled out a washcloth and grabbed a small handful of toilet paper too. You thanked her, sniffling, wiping at your tears before using the tissue to blow your nose. You were sure you looked cute with snot hanging out there.

“Look. What can you do? Realistically?” Natalie asked you quietly.

Your shoulders slumped and you whispered, “Nothing.”

“No, not nothing, Y/N. You can hold your chin up,” Natalie told you, her fingers pushing your chin up as she spoke. She paused before asking, “Are you willing to leave the babies behind?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you pondered for a few seconds. You ended up shaking your head. “I… I thought so when this first all started out. But how can I leave two babies behind? They would financially be well taken care of, yes. But… I just can’t,” you said breathing shakily. “I don’t know if I could live with myself.”

“Well, I was only asking because I wondered if you did… if you thought Steve would leave you be. Even if you ran off.”

You shook your head again, giving a humorless laugh. “No, I don’t think Steve would leave me be. Bryce said he didn’t think Steve would kill me if I ran away. Which to me insinuates he would hurt or kill anyone else who tried to help me. I am hard pressed to believe that he wouldn’t want to kill me though. He’s not a man to wound, especially emotionally. Everyone talks to me like I’m… his property. That I’m carrying his property too.”

Solemnly, Natalie told you, “Some people treat others that way. That’s obsession, not love.”

“Or they’re all just misogynistic fucks. I mean… Pepper even told me that she dealt with it with Tony! He threatened to shoot me a couple weeks ago, by the way.”

“Excuse me?” Natalie demanded, staring at you in absolute shock.

There was a sharp knock at the door.

“Y/N?” Miriam called from outside the door. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. I’ll be out in a second,” you called back. To Natalie, you whispered, “Shit, we have been in for a long while.”

Natalie grasped your shoulders, “You go out there. I’m going to go upstairs and pack you a bag.”

“What?” you asked flabbergasted.

“You heard me. My cousin has a cabin in New Hampshire. I’m going to take you there and then we can figure out what we are going to do next.”

“I—” you tried to argue but Natalie shushed you.

“Go out there. Be with them.”

“Natalie, I can’t,” you hissed, thinking of Wanda and Natasha out in the living room. “You just told me I didn’t have a plan! Plus, Tony’s got technology everywhere and Steve won’t let me go. Did you miss me saying he would ki—”

“If we leave during this party while everyone is distracted, Y/N, they won’t know which direction we went.”

“Your license plate—”

Natalie covered your mouth and said, “We need to stop arguing about this and just do it. I’m not going to leave here without you. It has to be now.”

She stared deep into your eyes, challenging you to argue with her. You knew you were not going to be able to convince her to drop this idea, not with the fire burning in her eyes.

When she knew you were not going to say anything more, her hand fell. You swallowed thickly and turned to the mirror, wiping at your eyes one more time. “Good thing we already took pictures,” you muttered before going to the door and throwing it open.

Miriam’s brow creased seeing Natalie in there with you but you looped arms with her before she could say anything. “Sorry, I just needed to get some stress out. Poor Natalie had to endure that.” You threw a look over your shoulder at Natalie who was slow to leave the bathroom, mouthing her a thanks.

Your heart was pounding in anticipation.

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Natalie waited until Miriam and Y/N were out of sight before turning and going towards the entrance hall to the stairs leading upstairs. Quietly, she made her way up the stairs and searched around the second floor, looking for their bedroom.

There was a note on a door handle she passed by and she hesitated.

Don’t open until after you open your gifts. Love you, Steve.

Curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door, thinking it was possibly their bedroom and Steve had left her something on their bed. Behind the door though laid the nursery. She swallowed sharply seeing balloons attached to the crib, no doubt a gift Steve had left in surprise for Y/N. It was oak grey, matching the dresser.

Quickly closing the door, Natalie continued on, trying to not think about the cameras that she was more than likely being filmed on right now and what Y/N had warned her about Steve’s wrath. Getting her friend to safety was more important than worrying about the what-ifs.

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Finding Natasha gone quelled your nausea slightly but not entirely. One less Avenger on the premises was cause for you to be more hopeful about Nataile’s rash plan working. Especially since Bryce was in the theater room, engrossed in a Michael Bay-esque film.

You grasped Yua’s arm as the group merged towards the patio where the cake was waiting and another few yard games. You asked her quietly, “You came with Natalie, right?”

“Mhm,” Yua affirmed, holding your arm back.

“When you two leave, I am going with you.”

“What?”

“Not so loud,” you whispered to her. “You just… if you don’t want to get involved, then get a ride home with Miriam. Please.”

“’Involved’? Y/N, what is going on?” Yua asked, stopping you and making you face her.

You leaned in and whispered, “I’m leaving. Natalie is taking me. She’s packing me a bag – hopefully getting herself some clothes too.” You were being vague, worrying still about the security cameras. “There is a lot of risk. Now, think about it. I need to go cut my cake and act normal.”

Without another word, you left her there, moving towards the table where the rest of the ladies were gushing over how beautiful the cake was.

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Steve was on Natasha as soon as she pulled up and got out of the car.

“Can we go inside?” she asked, staring up at him.

It did not seem like he wanted to wait because he rolled his eyes but stepped back and she moved around him, him on her heels.

“What happened?” Steve demanded as he followed her through the front door.

“Where’s Tony?”

“Why am I being dragged into this?” Tony drawled as she walked in from the hallway. He was on the couch in front of the flatscreen, arms sprawled along the back of the couch.

“Because it’s your man too.”

Tony was interested suddenly, sitting up straighter. Steve stood off to the side of the couch, waiting impatiently for Natasha to get to the point.

She met his eyes and asked seriously, “Has Bryce talked to you? About Y/N asking him for help to leave?”

Steve’s face pinched. “No,” he said sharply. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh boy,” Tony breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I heard her. Talking to her friend, Natalie, in the bathroom. I was outside and doing some rounds to get some air. Thought it was a little weird they were both in the bathroom. So, I got near the bushes and heard them talking about it. Y/N was going on about how she feels trapped—” Steve’s jaw clenched at this, not going unnoticed by Natasha. But she kept speaking anyway. “And how she wants it to work with you but doesn’t think you’ll ever let her breathe and have her own space. Said she knows Natalie warned her about you, but you were too sweet, and she didn’t care about the warning.”

Steve scoffed, hands coming to his hips. He sucked at his teeth, shaking his head.

“So, what about Bryce?” Tony asked impatiently.

“She said she asked Bryce to help her leave Steve,” Natasha explained. “And he wouldn’t help her and made her promise she wouldn’t try to leave. But it sounded like she had another plan. Something about taking a train and stealing someone’s ticket at the station so she wouldn’t be on camera at the ticket counter – presumably so you wouldn’t know where she was going. She said something outlandish about living at a church and taking them up on hospitality and working for them to make up for it. Which, Natalie to her credit, told her that was a dumb plan. And Y/N agreed. But she wanted Natalie in the bathroom with her to use her phone, again presumably, so you couldn’t see the search in her phone.” Natasha caught Steve’s eyes again and told him firmly, “When you said she was rattled when this all first started, she hasn’t settled, Steve. She’s a mess of nerves. And she definitely sounds like she’s willing to be impulsive and reckless about it.”

It was silent in the room, Steve’s fingers digging into his hips. His jaw was clenched so tightly Natasha thought of him cracking his teeth.

“That little, conniving bitch!” Steve growled, his hands falling to his sides and he began storming towards the hallway.

Natasha stepped in his path and he stopped, rearing up to glower at her, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Move, Nat,” Steve warned her in a dangerous voice.

“I came here specifically to tell you so you would not lose your shit in the middle of a party,” Natasha told Steve firmly. “So, can you do me a favor and respect that? Cool out and think?”

“I don’t think this warrants me cooling off and giving Y/N any sense of calm,” Steve returned, his voice rising. “She was going to leave me and take my children away from me, Nat!”

Tony chimed in from behind Steve, “I think the problem here is Bryce not telling you,” Steve craned his head to look back at him. Tony looked right pissed off, rivaling Steve. “Woman is hormonal, standing on shaky ground emotionally. Bryce has his head on right – or at least we thought he did. Him agreeing to not help her is working in his favor but he shouldn’t keep that shit to himself. He should have told you the moment it happened. Just making her promise to not do something isn’t going to do shit, especially if she’s promising him. What is he to her? Her bodyguard? Whoopee fucking doo.” Tony shook his head. “No, that’s fucked up. He had a duty to tell you.”

Steve’s cell phone rang interrupting the conversation, and he swore under his breath, pulling it out of his back pocket. He furrowed down at it before answering tightly, “Wanda?”

Natasha took a step closer, trying to hear her on the other end of the phone. Steve’s face fell for a moment, like the air had gotten kicked out of him.

He recovered quickly, demanding furiously, “What the hell do you mean she’s not there?”

Tony was standing now, at attention. He was watching Steve nervously, thinking of a super soldier losing his shit and breaking shit in his house.

“How long?” Steve shouted, losing his temper. He shook his head furiously and snarled, “Twenty minutes doesn’t give them long to get anywhere. And why were you doing dishes? Where the hell was Bryce—never mind. You know what. Just stay there. Have Bryce and the security check the grounds again.”

He hung up, holding his cell in his hands tightly. Steve was trembling with rage, his hand threatening to crush his phone. Tony and Natasha were silent, waiting for him to react. He breathed in deeply, over exaggerated, turning on his heel to walk towards the counter. He placed his phone down, gingerly despite his anger. His hands planted, his fingertips digging into the counter like he wanted to tear chunks off.

“If she is not there…” he trailed off. Exhaling, he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. His hands came up behind his hand, trying to stop himself from breaking Tony’s countertop in half with his fist.

“The train stations,” Natasha suggested, keeping her voice steady.

A few more deep breaths and Steve had the calm about him to say, “Someone else needs to drive because I’ll probably rip that goddamn steering wheel off.”

~~~

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ashyblondwaves · 3 years

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Snippet idea:

Vision coming home from a mission and nobody greeting him at the front door which is weird.

He listens and hears crying from his and Wanda’s bedroom.

When he walks in, both twins are having a meltdown and Wanda is trying to calm them both down so they can go to bed but the hormones are making it so she’s about to throw a tantrum right along with them.

She’s tired, her back hurts, she’s off balance and at the mercy of her changing body/ emotions that can change at the drop of a hat.

When Vision comes in he helps Wanda wrangle the boys into their pjs and big boy beds and he holds her while her frustration bubbles over.

They get reacquainted in the tub once the boys are asleep.

Thank you for sending this! It just struck a chord with me so here we are jumping right back into the Outnumbered universe! I made the boys a bit younger, I hope that's ok and I hope you enjoy <3

Outnumbered: Are You Scared?

The room was dark and quiet save for the soft hum and flicker of The Dick Van Dyke show on the television.

Wanda lay on her side, Vision behind her with a supportive hand on her growing belly. A soft laugh escaped Wanda's lips, keeping it low so she wouldn't wake one of the twins, but her body jiggled with the full power of her amusement. As the episode ended, Wanda grabbed for the remote in front of her and cut the power on the TV. She turned, wrapping her arms around Vision's neck the best she could with the space her belly put between them.

"Are you scared?" Wanda whispered.

"Of what, my love?" Vision asked, reaching a hand out to brush his thumb across the apple of Wanda's cheek.

"To have a third baby," Wanda explained, leaning into Vision's hand. "What if she's colicky like the twins were?"

"We'll tackle that if we need to, darling," Vision assured her.

"What if you're not home again?" Wanda asked, bringing the thought of some of Wanda's hardest days as a new mom to the front of Vision's memories.

***

The door flew open a bag dropping to the floor as Vision stepped over the threshold and immediately changed from his human form when the door closed behind him.

"Wanda?" Vision called out, not seeing her or the boys anywhere on the first floor. Normally, Wanda was opening the door for him and pulling him inside, but this time it was eerily quiet downstairs.

His mind immediately cycled through disastrous scenarios that could have happened. One of the boys was sick and she rushed them to the hospital and didn't have time to call. Wanda herself was sick and unable to call. Why hadn't she called if she something was wrong?

Then he heard it. The shrill cries of his 8 week old sons coming from upstairs. Their bedroom. Wanda had to be in there with the boys.

"Wanda?!" Vision yelled out, speeding up the stairs three at a time as he descended upon their bedroom. Something had to be wrong for her to not even realize he was home.

Not bothering with the doorknob, Vision phased through the closed bedroom door to find Wanda sat in the middle of their bed. She was still in her lounge clothes, her hair up in a messier than usual top knot at the crown of her head. Her eyes were red from crying as she stared down on her screaming sons.

"Wanda...." Vision said tenderly, causing her to look up.

"Vis," Wanda's voice cracked with emotion at the sight of him. "They won't stop." Tears spilled over as she picked up Tommy and held him close, cradling the back of his head as she bounced him gently.

Vision acted quickly, pulling Tommy from Wanda's arms and plucking Billy from where he lay screaming on the bed. With a boy in each arm, he looked down at Wanda's disheveled form.

"I'm so sorry, darling," he said, voice laced with sympathy. "I will handle these two tonight. Please just take a little time for yourself and I'll be in when I've calmed them down."

Through tears, Wanda nodded, sniffling as she moved to get up from the bed. Her exhaustion was clear as she stood, slumping like she just didn't have it in her to even walk.

"I'm going to take a bath," she croaked out. "Please come make sure I didn't fall asleep in there."

"Yes, dear," Vision said, looking down at the screaming squirming bundles of joy in his arms. "Let's take this to your room, lads."

A change of scenery didn't calm the boys but Vision was determined to do this for Wanda after being gone for almost a week on a mission with The Avengers. Everything went fine except for the fact that Vision was torn away from his wife and newborn sons for so long. Seeing them screaming in their cribs caused guilt to run through his system. He'd never been needed two places at once before and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it. But at that moment, it didn't matter. The boys needed calming and he was going to be the one to do it.

"How about a fresh diaper and pajamas, boys?" Vision asked, his voice mostly muted by the screaming infants. He nodded to himself. "Right then."

He gathered his materials quickly. Two pairs of pajamas from the dresser, two fresh diapers, wipes, powder and two brand new pacifiers. Tommy was first and Vision slowed himself down to make sure he had the time to bond with his young son.

"What appears to be the trouble, Thomas?" Vision asked, gently setting the crying boy on the changing table as he looked up at his father with big crocodile tears spilling from his eyes. Vision carefully slipped the baby's arms from his outfit. "Now I know your mum has done everything she could for you. Why the tears?"

Tommy looked up at Vision, his cries beginning to cease as a hiccup jolted his body. He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, looking as though he were about to start screaming again but instead he let out a sigh before another hiccup hit.

"That's right," Vision said proudly, fastening the fresh diaper to itself. "Nothing to cry about with a mum like yours." He finished by snapping the small buttons at the front of the baby's onesie pajamas and offering the pacifier to him. Tommy took it, suckling on it furiously as more hiccups made his small body jump.

As Vision set Tommy back in his crib, he set his sights on Billy, still crying furiously in his own crib.

"Round two," Vision said, picking up the other boy. "Let's freshen you up and have a little chat, shall we?"

He repeated the motions with Billy, arms and legs lightly pulled from clothing that was covered in tears and drool a fresh diaper to replace the slightly wet one Billy was in and then the pajamas.

"Billy," Vision said, tending to his son. "Look at your brother there, quiet as a church mouse now. Can you do that too?"

The boy seemed to be listening to Vision, eyes trained on his father's flesh and vibranium face. And the crying slowed to a whine.

"That's it," Vision soothed, offering the second pacifier to Billy. He took it eagerly and quieted completely. "Let's calm down now, boys."

With two mostly silent infants fresh and ready for bed, Vision took Tommy from his crib and brought both boys to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He sat with a boy cradled in each arm. Since he was unable to grab a book his systems pulled one up and he read the words in front of his eyes.

"Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin," Vision read, feeling the tense infants relaxing in his arms.

As Vision read, he looked down at his boys periodically, now calm and asleep and looking as though they'd never cry for a single minute let alone for hours on end. Vision decided to finish the first chapter of the book before setting the boys in their cribs, just to be sure they'd calmed for the night.

"He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-The-Pooh--bump--bump--bump--going up the stairs behind him."

Vision closed the book his system had pulled up and looked down at his boys again, fast asleep. He stood up carefully and moved to the cribs, setting each boy down in his own space.

"Goodnight, boys," Vision said, finally exiting the room and walking down the now quiet hallway and straight into his and Wanda's bedroom, then into their bathroom. There he found Wanda soaking in the tub, her old clothes shed in a heap on the floor, steam rising from the water.

"Wanda?" Vision asked, making sure she wasn't asleep. "I've gotten the boys to sleep."

"Thank you," Wanda replied gratefully, her voice still cracking. "Join me?"

Vision didn't have to be asked twice to join his naked wife in the tub. He quickly phased out of his clothes and slipped in behind her, pulling her back against his chest.

"I've missed you," Vision said, pressing a kiss to Wanda's neck. "I'm so sorry you've had to do this alone."

"I missed you too," Wanda said, her voice still not quite right. She was crying again.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"How bad of a mother must I be that I can't calm my own sons?" Wanda asked, "Yet you calmed them in just a few minutes."

"I don't think I calmed them," Vision said honestly, holding Wanda close. "I think they just finally tired themselves out."

Wanda sighed and dropped her head to the side, giving Vision perfect access to her neck. He peppered kisses to the area, feeling her body relax against his with each kiss.

"You're not a bad mother," Vision said firmly, pressing a final kiss to the top of Wanda's head. "I won't hear of it."

"But nothing I did worked--"

"Shhh," Vision cooed, "They're colicky. It has nothing to do with your skills as a mother. This will pass. I promise you, it will pass."

"I'm so glad you're home," Wanda murmured.

***

"Are you scared, Wanda?"

"I'm scared of doing this without you," Wanda confessed, pulling Vision in for a quick kiss. "What if I have do this without you?"

"You'll never have to worry about that," Vision assured her. "It's always only temporary. I will come back. Always."

"How can you make that promise?" Wanda asked, voice almost in a panic. "What we do could get either one of us killed at any time without warning."

"We can't think like that, darling," Vision said, running a hand down Wanda's arm. "We have to trust that the other will always come home safely."

"Well I can't do that," Wanda snapped, pulling away to look Vision in the eyes. "And I don't think you can, either."

Vision looked away and he knew it would tell Wanda all she needed to know about his fears of losing her or having her lose him.

"I can't," Vision finally confessed, pulling Wanda back into his arms. "But we can't dwell, darling. We have to stay present. For Tommy. For Billy," he set a hand on Wanda's belly. "And for Big Bird."

Wanda laughed, music to Vision's ears.

"We aren't calling her that after she's born," Wanda said firmly, finally changing the subject.

"Of course not," Vision agreed. "But for now we can."

"For now," Wanda replied, closing her tired eyes. "Goodnight, Vis."

"Goodnight, my love."

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dobbyjen · 3 years

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The Journal

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: drinking. cute dad and uncles. kissing. allusion to sex

Summary: It’s Frankie’s birthday and you all come together for an unforgettable present.

A/N: This cute idea popped into my head and I just needed to write it. Sorry if any grammar or stuff is wrong, I’m not a writer lol. This is in the same universe as Tiny Dancer.

Today was Frankie’s birthday. You and your 3 year old daughter Francesca had just finished hanging up the happy birthday banner she painted on the back fence when they boys came through the back gate.

“Woow Franny did you make that beautiful sign?” Her brown eyes light up as she looks towards the gate to see her 3 favourtie people, besides you and Frankie.

“UNCLES!!” she squeals and goes barreling towards them. They all manage to bend down at the same time and give her the biggest group hug. In the end she somehow ends up on Will’s shoulders. “I paint for daddy! Daddy lub purple!”

“Yes your daddy has mentioned how much he loves purple.” Pope snorts as he puts the beers and food they brought onto the patio table. “Hello pretty mama. When’s the birthday boy getting home” he smiles as he grabs you into a hug.

“He should be here in like 20 mins but who actually knows knowing him. Would you guys mind watching her so I can go change? Franny decided to paint me more then the poster.” you chuckle looking down at your shirt, now stained with finger paints. You had manged to get her dressed in a cute purple dress and her crazy curls somehow managed. You on the other hand probably still had red paint in your ears. Pope and Will laugh with a nod as Francesca already has Benny holding 4 baby dolls and a tiara on his head, blabbing his ear off about her day.

You run upstairs to your bedroom and strip off the stained clothes. You go into the walk in closet and grab your new yellow sundress. Frankie loves when you wear flowy dresses so you’ve decided to indulge him tonight. You grab a scrunchie off the top of your dresser and through your hair up half up half down. You run to the bathroom quick and look to see that there is still paint on your face. You quickly scrub that off and go back into the bedroom. When you’re finished you look out the window and see Frankie’s truck pulling into the driveway. Perfect timing.

You run down the stairs and hit the final step as Frankie opens the door. You gasp when you see he has two bouquets of flowers in his hands. “Hey babe!” he smiles and his eyes rake over your body.

“Hi hun. Wha-what are the flowers for? It’s your birthday!” You giggle as he hands you the bigger bouquet. He wraps his arm around your waste and gives you a small kiss on the lips.

“Eh. I wanna spoil my girls. Speaking of.....where’s my little one?” Frankie smiles into you hair. You grab his hand and drag him to the back patio door. You slide it open and Frankie freezes a little as he takes in the backyard.

“BOO DADDY!!” Francesca yells and you all burst into laughter.

“Fran we even practiced this! You were suppose to say surprise.” Will laughs as the little girl runs over to you and Frankie. Frankie grabs your daughter and spins her around as she squeals.

“Whats all this princess?”

“Daddy birfday! I make paint for you! Seeeee!!” She squeals bouncing in his arms. She makes Frankie take her over to the fence. He crouches and admires the creation as you stand back with the boys with a watery smile.

“He’s a really good dad. Makes me really happy that he’s finally found his happy place.” Pope smiles beside you and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to hold your tears back.

“Yeah....me too.” You sniffle and wipe at the stray tears away as the two of them come walking back.

“You okay babe?” Frankie asks concerned as he sees your eyes are still a little watery. You nod smiling and give his hand a squeeze.

“I’m perfect. Now who wants some cake?”

“THERE’S CAKE?!” Franny squeals and runs around everyone screaming.

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The evening was dying down as you all sat around the fire drinking and just having a chill time. You and Frankie were sitting on the swing with Francesca curled in between you, cuddled into Frankie’s side. She was surprisingly still awake after 2 pieces of cake and lots of active playing with her uncles and dad. You had no idea where she got all the energy from as you and Frankie were both pretty mellow people.

“Mommy did daddy get present yet?” Franny looks up at you with a confused look. You smile at her and shake your head no.

“Why don’t go get it princess.” She squeals and climbs off the couch and runs into the house. She comes back a couple seconds later with the sparkly purple bag with a unicorn on it. She had picked it out because ‘daddy lubs purple and unicrows mommy’ as she said in the middle of the dollar store.

“HAPPY BIRFDAY DADDY!” she screams as she throws the bag at Frankie’s head. Everyone chuckles as Frankie quickly catches it before it whacked him in the face and everything flew out of the bag.

“You guys need to but her in baseball next year.” Benny laughs as the little girl toddles his way and snuggles into his laps. One of her favourite places.

Frankie opens up the bag and takes out the pile of cards and pictures Francesca drew for him. She tells him what each squiggle is and he places them in a neat pile. He goes back into the bag a pulls out the couple of shirts you both picked out, a new travel coffee mug covered in pictures of Francesca that he can take to work and a stuffed elephant.

“I pick that out daddy! Do you lub him?”

“How did you know I love elephants Franny? Thank you so much.” the little girl giggles and buries her head into Benny’s chest.

“One more.” you whisper and hand him a hard cover journal. Frankie looks at it confused. You just smile and nod your head towards it. “Open it.” Frankie wraps off the elastic and opens up the journal to be met with a picture of the three of you from a bbq at Pope’s last month. He smiles at the memory of how hard it was to convince Franny to smile for the picture. It ended up with her having the cheesiest smile and you and Frankie looking at her laughing . He turns to the next two pages to be covered in crayon drawings and scribbles. Near the bottom was your writing of what Francesca wanted to say:

I love my daddy and mommy and uncle benny and uncle will and uncle pope and daddy’s pancakes.

my daddy the best daddy in the whole space and moon.

i love you daddy. You my bestie friend.

xoxoxo Franny

Frankie choked back a watery laugh and looked up to see Francesca passed out in Benny’s arms sucking her thumb. You rubbed you hand up and down Frankie’s arm and wiped away the tears you were trying to hold back. Francesca was very enthusiastic about what she wanted you to write for her daddy in his ‘special book’.

The next couple of pages had letters from his friends. He could only skim over them as he knew he’d really break down from their kind words. The boys were more then his friends. They were his brothers....family. The six of you together made for the greatest family Frankie could ever wish for. He turned to the next pages to see your handwriting on them and he had to close the journal before he turned into a real blubbering fool in front of everyone. He’d save that for later.

“Thank you.” he whispered looking down at the journal. You sniffed and grabbed him into a hug,

“You deserve the world Frankie. And it’s all right here.” you smile at your sleeping daughter and his three best friends. “And the rest of the journal is empty for whatever you want.”

“Happy birthday man.” Pope says as he gets up and drags Frankie into a giant hug. Will and Benny join too as Benny hands you Francesca. You sneak through the backdoor into the house to let them have some alone time.

You mange to get Francesca into her pajamas and tucked into her bed without really waking her up. You turn on her princess night light and sneak out, shutting the door quietly. You go to turn to go back downstairs when you run into Frankie.

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“The boys left. They say bye.” you frown at that.

“But i never go to say goodbye.” you whine as Frankie chuckles and wraps his arms around you.

“Trust me they’re not offended.” you roll your eyes as he starts to trail kisses down your neck to your bare shoulders. “Thank you for tonight babe. It really meant a lot.”

“You-you’re welcome.” You stutter as he starts to suck on your pulse point. Somehow Frankie has manged to walk you down the hallway to your bedroom and pushes you backwards onto the bed. “F-Frankie it’s your birthday. I’m suppose to be spoiling you.”

Frankie smirks as he holds himself over top of you. “You can spoil me by letting me take this beautiful dress of of you.” You roll your eyes and grab his face between your hands.

“Whatever you want. Happy Birthday Frankie.” His eyes twinkle as you finally connect lips.

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prettytoxicrevolver · 4 years

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Shower | Colson Baker

Warnings? None? swearing

Requested? nope

Summary: When you and Colson are both running late and all the other bathrooms in the house are taken, you end up in a bit of a situation.

Word Count: 1,864

You roll over and hit the snooze button for what feels like the millionth time that morning. You knew you’d probably have to get up soon but since Colson had kept you up the night before with songwriting, you were exhausted. Besides only 15 more minutes wouldn’t kill you.

“(y/n)!!” you hear Colson’s familiar voice scream your name through the house and you pull a pillow over your head just as he barges into your room.

“(y/n)? Get up it’s 9 you’re gonna be late,” he says walking over and pulling the pillow off your head.

“Shit it’s 9 already?” you ask bolting out of bed and grabbing your phone as you get up. You check the time to see Kells was right, and you groan. You had to be at work by 10 and still needed to shower and eat.

You grabbed your clothes from your dresser and immediately headed straight for the bathroom to start up the water. The minute it’s heated, you jump in and let the warm waterfall cascade down your bare shoulders. Just as your hair is soaked, you hear a bang on the bathroom door.

“(y/n)!” you hear Colson’s all too familiar voice. “hurry up you’re not the only one going to be late!” he complains and you roll your eyes.

You and Colson Baker had known each other for years now. You had met at some fancy red carpet when you were still escorting celebrities and he had taken a liking to you instantly. You became best friends faster than ever and now three years later you’re living together in his mansion.

“I’m going Kells!” you use the rappers stage name and he bangs on the door.

“Just-“ he stops, almost not wanting to say his next sentence but continues anyway. “Just let me in so we can both get to work on time.”

“You’re insane.”

“No, I’m trying to save time,” he states like it’ll change my mind. “Come on, all the other bathrooms are taken and if I’m late I promise it won’t be pretty so will you-“

“Colson, it’s weird.” You interrupt him. Over the years, you and Colson had become close, but never this close.

“Only if you make it weird,” he snaps back, and before you can say anything he continues. “Look we’re both fucked if we’re late so can you just,”

“Fine,” you relent. If you and your girl best friend could do weird shit like change in front of each other and show off your bras, what would change between you and kells?

It’s quiet as Colson opens up the unlocked bathroom door and steps inside. You wait anxiously as he undresses and you can see his tall outline from behind the shower curtain. You’re frozen as you watch his seemingly slow movements before he finally turns towards you.

“I’m coming in okay?” He asks and when you don’t say anything he slowly moves the curtain back and steps in.

His tattooed back is all you can see at first and it takes all of your willpower not to run your hands over them. You’ve always loved Colson’s tattoos, each one telling a specific story even though he insists some were just ridiculous and had no meaning. When he turns around, your gaze moves from his chest to his cerulean blue eyes and shy smile.

“Hi,” he says and you’re certain this is the first time you’ve ever seen the machine gun kelly almost speechless.

“Hi,” you whisper back.

His tall frame towers over you and for a second you’re not sure how this is going to work. He gestures to the water and you nod quietly before slowly shifting around in the small space until Colson is under the waterfall. His faded blonde hair falls flat against his head as soon as the water hits it and he runs a hand through it.

He stands there for a second, letting the water cascade over him and his hair and it occurs to you that you’re staring. You reach for the shampoo bottle and empty the contents into your hand before reaching up and applying it to your hair to distract yourself. Kells watches your movements and you turn your back to him. Your stomach had started to do flips, kicking insistently as a normal shower became something different.

The whole thing was becoming far too intimate and Kells knowing stare cuts right through you. You card your hands through your hair distributing the shampoo when your hands meet Kells.

Your hands fall to your sides as Colson carefully rakes the hair product through your curls. You let the feeling of his hands overtake you and close your eyes. His fingers work slowly, root to end and you're mesmerized by the feeling. When he lets go, you turn back to him and hand him the shampoo. He repeats the same process on his dyed hair, the strands slicking back across his head and exposing more of his striking eyes.

You speak through gestures and eye movements, his gaze barely leaving your or your body's. This time when you rotate around, Colsons hands ghost over your waist sending shockwaves through your body. You shiver even under the steaming water and try to focus as you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

While you and Colson had always been close, you had never had romantic feelings for the older boy. He was your best friend and your number one supporter. He was keeping you on your feet right now and you couldn’t be more grateful. That’s why when he stepped in the shower and you froze you didn’t realize how fast your heart started beating.

It wasn’t sexual, not really. It was intimate. Not many have seen you without clothes and for your best friend to be one was personal. Colson could know everything about you but to see you this exposed was a whole new level. You trusted him with everything and this was another one of those things. So why did it feel like your heart was going to explode when he touched you?

As you both put conditioner in your hair you reach for your trusted body wash but Kells stops you. You turn your head to look at him slightly but he drops some of the soap into his hands before slowly reaching up to your shoulders and gliding his hands across.

He pushes your hair to the side as he applies the body wash across your skin and you’re pretty sure your heartbeat is so loud the whole house could hear it. His hands trail from your shoulders down your arms and your fingers meet his. His body is pressed against his, and you can feel the ghost of his lips on your neck.

You turn in his grip and his eyes are closed too as if he’s soaking in the feeling of your skin under his hands. You take somebody wash and slowly start to trace his tattoos with your hands and Kells keeps his eyes on you.

Your fingers dance elegantly across his skin, tracing the ink littered everywhere. His eyes flutter shut and you take the chance to stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his collarbone, surprising the both of you. When you step away again, his eyes are back on you as piercing as ever.

By this point, you’re standing a mere inch away as you slowly move your hands around his arms and Kells

reaches a hand up to place underneath your chin. You look up at him and search his mesmerizing blue eyes for some sort of answer. An answer as to why your skin felt like fire whenever he touched it or why these feelings were here, right now.

Before you can get those answers, your alarm sounds scaring both of you and causing you to take a step back. You fall under the water and the soap falls off and you rinse off quickly.

“Shit we gotta go,” Colson curses and you nod.

You both rinse off once more before stepping out of the shower and drying off. Colson steps out of the bathroom, leaving you to grapple with your hair and your unknown feelings for your best friend.

Thankfully you make it to work on time even with your insane morning and the rest of the day seems to go smoothly. When you get home from work, you head straight upstairs to your room and change before heading out to your small balcony to work on some stuff before bed.

As you sit criss-cross on the small bench out here you stare up at the stars and think about the shower this morning with Colson. It was almost as if your body knew about your feelings before you did. It would make sense, Colson was well, Colson. He was funny, sweet, protective, caring, talented, you could go on.

You’d walk in the room and the minute you saw him you’d be at ease. His face would light up with a smile reserved for you and you alone. He knew how to make you feel special without even trying.

“Hey (y/n)?” speak of the devil. You look up to see Kells ducking his head under the doorway to look at you and you offer a smile. You move your books from the bench and he walks over to sit across from you.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Good. Made it to the studio on time and finished up some more album stuff,” he says and lets you in on a few changes of songs. As he talks you notice the way his smile and eyes light up as he talks about his passion.

“(y/n)?” he asks and you realize he asked you how it went at work as you were staring.

“Oh yeah it was fine just the usual,” you say unsure of how to continue when you keep getting distracted.

“So this morning,” he says and you look up expectantly. “I didn’t mean to intrude but we were running late and we’ve been best friends for so long and-“

“Kells it’s fine,” you tell him and the blush on both your cheeks gives it away. He moves closer as he continues to talk and leans in slightly.

“Here’s the thing, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You look up and Colson smiles sheepishly at you. His hand moves to your cheek and you feel it sear against your skin in the best way possible. As you move closer and closer your heart returns to that numbingly intense pace it was at this morning.

Thankfully, Colson closes the gap and your lips meet his. The kiss is nothing short of pure bliss as his head tilts to deepen the embrace and your melting away. One of your hands comes up to grab onto his sleeve pulling him closer and Colson laughs causing you to break apart.

“What the fuck,” he says giggling.

“I don’t know,” you respond with a love-struck smile on your face.

“Come here,” he says and pulls you back in again for one of many kisses that night.

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is-it-art-tho · 3 years

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Summary: A mission gone awry, too many memories, too much blood, and not enough time. Bruce races to save a son he couldn't save before.

Prologue, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8

Bruce groaned into the towel clenched between his teeth as Alfred fished the bullet from his thigh. His gear had kept it from burrowing in very deep, but every shift of the tweezers still sent jolts of pain through his body.

“I do wish you’d reconsider the anesthetic, sir,” Alfred sighed.

Bruce was beginning to feel the same way, but it was pride now, more than anything else, that kept him from conceding. “You’re almost done, aren’t you?”

In answer, Alfred produced the deformed bullet, and held it to the light before dropping it into Bruce’s waiting hand. He turned the blood-slicked metal around in his fingers as Alfred prepped the suture kit. “I’m always shocked by how small these can be.”

“And yet so destructive.”

“Hm.” He tipped the bullet into a metal tray on the counter with a tiny clank. “Did Jason leave?”

“I believe he said he was going to bed.”

Bruce didn’t remember that at all. He must have been more out of it than he’d thought—it had taken longer than he would have liked to get back to the cave, and in the interim he’d lost a notable amount of blood. “Hey!” he yelped at the sudden prick in his leg.

“I’m saving you from your own ego,” Alfred answered, setting aside a now empty syringe with a quick raise of an eyebrow as if daring Bruce to object further. “We’ll give it a few minutes to kick in before I start on the sutures.”

Upstairs, Bruce found Jason’s room locked. He’d hoped to have a chance to say goodnight, to show Jason that he was alright, but as he lifted his hand to knock, the light under the door went out. Taking the hint, Bruce resigned himself to check in some other time.

The problem was, that chance never came.

For the rest of the week, Bruce didn’t see Jason at all. At times he’d catch a door just swinging shut, or the patter of retreating feet, but nothing more. It was like living with a ghost—a very young, very elusive ghost.

“He’s avoiding me,” he said at last one day, lowering himself stiffly into a plush seat in the den while Alfred positioned an ottoman for him to prop up his leg.

“Yes.”

“You know?”

Pulling a rag from an inner pocket, Alfred nodded. “I do.”

“And you know why.”

“Of course.”

Bruce squinted at the back of the older man’s head as he started dusting the mantel. “But you’re not going to tell me.”

“I believe it’s the sort of discussion best had face to face.”

“I would tend to agree” Bruce allowed, adjusting his weight carefully so that his leg remained still, “except that he hasn’t exactly given me that opportunity.”

“You’re a smart boy. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

And Bruce did just that. It took him all of one afternoon to realize that Jason had so easily evaded him these past few days for the same reason that Bruce had been able to maneuver around the manor at all right now—his crutch.

The plastic click as it hit the floor was like the pop of a firecracker in a home that was so often silent, and it announced Bruce’s approach long before he entered a space, giving Jason plenty of time to beat a hasty retreat.

So that evening after Bruce finished his last conference call, he closed his laptop, rose from his desk in the study, stretched, and proceeded to hobble out of the room with his crutch still propped against his chair.

His steps were still louder than usual, the limp adding a certain uneven heaviness to his stride, but in his socked feet he still managed to drift almost soundlessly from one room to the next, aided at intervals by the occasional rug.

Even so, it was not until night had fallen and the sconces in the halls had transitioned to the dim orange glow meant to imitate firelight, that Bruce had any luck. It came in the form of tiny murmur emanating from Dick’s old room, of all places.

Bruce sidled up to the cracked door and leaned against the doorframe, partially to take the weight off his bad leg, and partially because he wanted to keep listening.

It sounded like Jason was reading. Bruce had known for some time that the boy liked to read—he’d stumbled in on Jason reading aloud to himself once before—but Bruce still hadn’t managed to get Jason comfortable enough to read out loud while he was around. Even after growing so close over their past year together, there were still some walls that Bruce hadn’t quite managed to scale.

He stood like that for some time, just listening, aware that this could be read as a form of intrusion but too caught in the simple beauty of the moment to care. He loved how calm Jason’s little voice was, how earnest and unhurried. He sounded so utterly himself, devoid of any other pretense. It was only when Bruce heard the quiet thump of the book closing that he steeled himself and gently pushed open the door.

He couldn’t, in all honesty, remember the last time he’d set foot in this room, and doing so now would have been jarring enough on its own without having a dark-haired boy sitting cross legged on the bed. It was like stepping into a time machine, and for one wild moment Bruce felt his breath catch before managing to say, “Found you.”

Jason was rigid, eyes flicking from the door to the window like a caged animal before screwing his face into a scowl. “I wasn’t hiding.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Bruce braced a hand against a nearby dresser to take some of the weight off his leg. Despite not having an occupant for the better part of six years, the surface was spotless. “What are you doing in here?”

“You said I could go wherever I wanted,” he snapped, like he was daring Bruce to go back on his word.

It was something of an exaggeration, to be fair. During Jason’s first week with at the manor, Bruce had made a point to establish that this was Jason’s home as much as it was his or Alfred’s—that he should feel comfortable exploring and making it his own. It had taken a while for the kid to take that to heart—he more or less lived out of a backpack the first few months—but after a while he’d managed to settle in. It stung to see some of that old anxiety creeping back in now.

“I’m not saying you can’t be in here,” Bruce clarified. “Just curious why you chose this room in particular when yours is thirty feet away.”

Jason squirmed, staring down at his lap and gnawing on the inside of his lip. It wasn’t until the first gentle plip of a tear hitting the book in his hands that Bruce noticed that he’d begun to cry.

“Hey—” he began, wishing that he had pressed Alfred more for information, or at least a hint as to what he was walking into. He took a step forward, only to suck in a quick breath when pain exploded up his leg and his knee buckled. It was pure luck that he managed to catch himself on the bed before falling to the floor.

And with a choked grunt, Bruce heaved himself into a seated position and exhaled heavily, swallowing the string of curses he wanted to unleash. He looked up again only when he heard the broken, “I’m sorry.”

Jason’s face was beet red now, his bottom lip quivering. “I’m—I didn’t mean for you to…”

“Jay, what’s wrong?”

“Y-you got shot and it’s all m-my…” He sobbed instead of finishing the sentence.

Bruce reached for him but let his hand fall to the bed when Jason pulled his legs in toward his chest.

“If I hadn’t messed up you wouldn’t’ve had to…” His took a shaky breath. “Why’d you do that anyway?” And though Jason was still crying, there was a sudden confused rage there now, like he was a cauldron of emotions all bubbling to the surface at once. “That was so—you didn’t even—I don’t…”

And he was sobbing again even though he looked like he was trying his damnedest to fight it. Bruce gazed at him, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and hug him the way Alfred used to do with him when he was young—the way Bruce had learned to do with Dick.

But he decided against it. And instead waited. After a few moments, the young boy brought himself back to something resembling a state of calm. His shoulders bobbed with several deep, deliberate breaths, and at last he looked Bruce head on again, lashes dark with tears, cheeks bright red.

“Talk to me, bud.”

“Are you…gonna make me leave?” he asked quietly.

And whatever Bruce might have been expecting to come next, this certainly had not been it. “Why would I do that?”

“Because look what happened!”

“You did not shoot me, Jason.”

The boy cringed, perhaps at Bruce’s choice of words. “But you only got shot because of me.”

“I got shot because a criminal with a gun shot me.”

“Will you just stop,” he begged, dropping his head into his hands. “You know what I mean.”

“Fine. Then you’re right. If you hadn’t been there, it’s possible I wouldn’t have been shot.”

The blood drained from Jason’s face at that. So much so he looked almost like he was going to be ill. But he simply nodded at his lap, like a man accepting his fate at the gallows.

“But,” Bruce continued, “you were there, and you made a mistake, and thankfully I was there so that nothing worse happened as a result. Look at me,” he said, and Jason dragged his gaze back up.

“Mistakes happen. We learn from them; we move on. Simple as that. I don’t blame you for this, and even if I did, I’d never kick you out. I meant it when I said this is your home. For as long as you want it to be.”

Tears were spilling down Jason’s cheeks again, but this time they seemed at least a little less desperate, less anguished. Even so, he threw himself across the bed and slammed into Bruce.

“I’m still sorry! I’m so so sorry!” he cried into Bruce’s chest, skinny arms forming a vice around the man’s neck.

Bruce let out the pained breath that had hitched in his throat at the sudden blow, and gingerly returned the hug, careful not to make Jason feel trapped in it. “Don’t be. I’d do it again in a second.”

Jason lifted his face to peer up into Bruce’s. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what you do for people you love.”

Jason froze, then scrubbed the back of his hand across his eyes before murmuring, “Oh. Um, okay.”

Ruffling the boy’s hair, Bruce noted, “We should get to bed,” then he hesitated, his stomach clenching as he realized that that would mean standing and walking all the way to the other end of the hall. After all the strain he’d put on his leg today, the thought alone made him ache.

“Why don’t we just stay here tonight?” Jason suggested, leaving Bruce to wonder if his reluctance had really been that evident.

“‘We?’”

“Yeah. I'll stay too. The boy had already scrambled back onto the bed and was kicking the blankets down to squirm underneath. " Y’know, in case you need help getting to the bathroom or something.”

Bruce grinned and gingerly climbed up next to him.

Once they were both settled, Jason reached for the lamp and paused. “I um…I love you too. I guess. Goodnight.”

He flicked the switch quickly, plunging the room into darkness before Bruce had a chance to react. So instead, the man simply hooked an arm around Jason's tiny frame and pulled him into his chest, smiling to himself when he felt the boy snuggle in a little closer.

#a little bit louder now #batman fic #batman fanfic #jason todd #whump #jason todd whump #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #batman fanfiction #batfam #hurt/comfort #whump fic

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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Have you seen the post going around about the zoom class with one guy and his full streamer setup vs the guy whose just in the middle of the woods? I know you have a prompt list rn but I’m just saying there’s a sternclay fic in there somewhere...

It is! Here you go!

Life is better with order. Or, at the very least, with some attempt at patterns, organization, or consistency.

Which is why Stern has carefully arranged his desk, his chair, and his equipment in the background. Streaming as a hobby and a side hustle means he has some (okay, a lot) of practice making his digital self look just right. He needs to make a good impression on the first day of the semester.

Unlike some people.

“Holy shit man, are you in the woods?” Duck, the guy in a “Monongahela National Forest” shirt, grins as he asks this of another student whose screen consists of a forest clearing, a log, and the name “Barclay.”

“Yeah. Hang on, lemme finish getting the phone balanced.”

“Dude, that’s like, way better than my background” this comes from Jake, in front of a poorly rendered half-pipe.

“Can’t really take credit for it, just where I ended up.” Barclay sits down, and Stern gets his first look at a man so tall he barely fits in the frame, with a short, coppery beard and an honest-to-god man-bun.

Damn west coast schools.

“How is your battery going to last long enough for class?” Stern leans back in his chair, certain Barclay will have “battery trouble” halfway through as an excuse to cut out early.

Barclay smiles, lifting up a small green and black rectangle, “solar battery. Not everyone needs fancy gadgets for school.” He aims a pointed stare at Sterns set-up.

“It’s important to have the right equipment.”

“Whatever you say, man.” He lifts a cup of iced coffee into the frame, sipping it through a straw. It’s the picture of relaxation, as if nothing is wrong in the world. As if this is all totally normal.

Stern wants to reach through the screen and slap some sense into him. Preferably while he’s shirtless.

He chalks that thought up to not having gotten laid since last December and pulls up his note taking software as Professor Chicane enters the room.

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Private Chat 9/20/20

Duck (he/him): I timed it, we’re already at ten minutes of arguing.

Indrid (he/him): I know Ned enjoys their demonstrating the different modes of rhetoric, but this is a bit extreme.

Duck: To be fair, Joe does seem kinda uptight.

Indrid: Yes, but Barclay should know by now that zeroing in on him during our practice debates only results in this.

Duck: Yeah. Oh shit, are they for real wrapping up you think?

Indrid: We can only hope. Skype me tonight?

Duck: Of course, sugar.

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What is Joseph’s problem? He’s got a set-up that would make a pro-vlogger jealous, what looks to be a well-lit apartment with some houseplants and the kind of coffee-cups that are weirdly lacking in personality. His clothes are immaculate, his hair slicked back as if he;s in a business meeting rather than an online class in the midst of a chaotic world. So why is he acting like everything is terrible? And why is he always arguing with Barclay, when there are plenty of other people in the class to disagree with?

“Now” Mr. Chicane’s voice booms through the tiny speaker on his phone, “if you all had a chance to read over the instructions, we will begin the first mock debate. Do we have any volunteers?”

He and Joe raise their hands at the same time. Mr. Chicane raises an eyebrow.

“While I appreciate your eagerness, gentlemen, I would like two other volunteers this time.”

That’s fine by him. It’s not like he likes listening to Joseph get all wound up and passionate, making everyone on the call sit up and take notice of him. It’s not as if he enjoys being the center of his focus.

Nope, not at all.

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Private chat 10/11/20

Jake (he/him): Dudes, did you see who got paired up on the final project?

Aubrey (she/her): Chicane must be getting them back for all the times they’ve hijacked discussions.

Duck (he/him): Man, for their sake I hope it works out.

Indrid (he/him): This is going to be a disaster.

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“Are you out of your mind!” Stern is talking before Barclay’s video is fully on.

“Nope. And you don’t have to yell, my speaker works just fine.”

“You’re outside, for all I know there’s a ton of ambient noise.”

Barclay, phone obviously in his hand as he walks through the trees, groans.

“And don’t try to derail this; how can you possibly suggest I come out there so we can do the project in person? We’re supposed to be limiting travel and gatherings.”

“Look, Joseph, we both agree that trying to generate our own cryptid hoax is the best way to demonstrate all the techniques Ned wants us too, right?”

“Yes” he hides his answer behind the rim of his coffee mug.

“We’ll do a way better job if we work in the same space. And if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t had any human contact in three weeks; all quarantined up, unlike whatever you’ve been doing in the city.”

He sets the mug down with a thunk, “I haven’t been out in a month. And before that was only for one grocery run and a hospital visit.”

“Uhhh-”

“I cut my hand cooking. So. Yeah.”

Literal crickets chirp, courtesy of Barclay’s end of the line, as the silence stretches on.

“If it helps, it’s real easy to stay isolated here, and I’ve still got utilities and everything.”

“And you’re not subsisting only on MREs or granola or something?”

A deep chuckle, the kind that makes his skin prickle, “Nope. That much I can promise.”

Stern glances around the studio apartment, clean and empty.

“What’s your address?”

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Look, all Stern is going to say is that he’s seen and read plenty of stories that start with a cabin in the woods and none of them end well. Which is why he’s still sitting in his car, parked beside a beat-up Subaru, rather than knocking on the door.

Breathe in, five counts. Out for four. Repeat four times.

Waiting for him on the door is a note.

Joseph,

Key under mat, make yourself at home.

Barclay.

He brings in his bags (a matching set of three, a gift from his aunt last year), placing them in the tiny guest room. It’s not much more than a bed, a dresser, and a tiny table. But there’s a heating unit below the window looking out into the woods, which is pretty pleasant. He’ll be keeping the blinds closed at night, though; he hates the thought of something being able to look in.

Stern’s busy evaluating the laundry closet when the front door opens.

“Hey, glad you found the place okay.”

Barclay stands in the doorway, a basket full of fruit in one hand. He’s remarkably kempt for a man living in the woods and that, combined with the deep voice being even richer in person and the fact Stern has to actually look up to meet his eyes, has him stumbling for words.

“Your directions were very thorough. Thank you. Um. I put my things in there, should I, um-”

“I can give you the grand tour.” The taller man sets the basket on the dining table, notices Sterns puzzled expression “there’s a piece of property about a mile thataway that has orchards they don’t really use. They let me come and pick whenever i want, less for them to clean up.”

Barclay keeps up a steady monologue as he shows him the cabin. The lower level is the living room and dining area, a kitchen which leads onto the back deck, Sterns room, and a bathroom. As the cabin is A-frame, the upstairs is Barclay’s room, all dark wood and pine colored plaid. It’s as Barclay is telling him about the woodpecker that sometimes nests in the eaves that he realizes why he’s talking so much.

He’s nervous.

Neither of their nerves improve when he gets to his last point of order.

“Uh, so, the bathroom downstairs is only a half-bath.”

“So...if I want to shower, which I do, I have to come up here.”

“Yeah.” Barclay scratches the back of his neck, “sorry. I don’t, like, sleep naked or anything so we should be fine.”

“Disappointing.” Stern sighs, only to sail past sarcastic and land face first in sincere.

Barclay blushes, then shrugs, “Trust me, after the first night, you’ll see why.”

Stern does. He’s warm as long as he’s in bed, but the moment he ventures into the bathroom in the middle of the night he’s cocooned in cold.

The morning brings cinnamon and coffee on the draft coming under the door. He plods into the kitchen in search of caffeine, finds Barclay in an pron, the counter covered in trays of dough.

“Morning!”

“Morning. Coffee-”

“Right there, sugar and stuff’s in the cabinet above it, cream and such is in the fridge.”

Blessedly, there’s heavy cream to be found, and soon he’s sipping from an enamel mug emblazoned with a UFO made of veggies.

“Is this all for your job?” Barclay mentioned he was a cook during an icebreaker.

“Yep. Way it works is I bust my ass baking once or twice a day, and Thacker, who works with Mama at the Lodge in town, comes and takes them over there. Normally I’d just be there but, well, y’know.”

“Everything is on fire? Figuratively, I mean.”

“Sometimes literally too, but yeah.”

As he’s turning to grab his clothes and head showerward, Barclay adds, “You a scone man, coffecake man, or a cinnamon roll man?”

“Coffeecake?” It comes out hesitant.

“There’s no right answer, man.” Barclay sounds amused, “what do you want?”

“Cake, definitely.”

“Cool. I’ll save you a slice.”

Once he’s showered and on the wi-fi, his day runs like normal; one lecture, reading, a research paper, his initial half of their project, and working either his copy-editing or transcription job in between, and planning his next stream. Barclay comes and goes, stops now and then to see if he needs anything, leaves a sandwich in front of him around dinner time. Then it’s time to crawl under the covers and dream of a less-stressful world.

The next day, just before one, Barclay taps him on the shoulder.

“Ready for class?”

“Yes…” He gestures to his laptop and notebook.

“C’mon, join me out here, it’s way nicer, and we can share the phone.”

“Barclay, it’s a nonsensical way to attend class, just stay in here with me! Even this set-up has to be better than the woods.”

“This set up. You mean my house?” All the friendliness leaves hi voice.

“Yes. Look, I agreed to come out because you’re right, if we want to ace this thing that’s worth sixty percent of our grade, this is the place to do it; I don’t have to go along with the whole self-sufficient woodsman aesthetic while I’m here. “

“Yeah, I’d say you’re pretty far from self-sufficient. See you in class.”

Stern stews through the entire session, but where he’d usually find something Barclay says to latch onto, he instead gnaws on himself. Why didn’t he just go with him? Why snap at someone who’s been nothing but nice since he got here?

Whatever the answer, how can he fix it?

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Barclay tromps back through the twilight, done with his second class of the day. If Joseph is in the main house, he plans to ignore him until tomorrow morning. That all goes out the window with the clank of dishes from the kitchen.

Peering in reveals the other man bent over, pulling a casserole from the oven. He waits to announce his presence until Joseph is out of the danger zone, enjoying the view as he does.

“Smells good.”

Blue eyes flick over to him as Joseph opens drawers, “it’s mostly cheese and chips, so I’m not surprised.”

“Servers are in that one.”

“Thank you. Nacho pie?” He scoops some into a bowl, holding it out.

“Sure. Uh, look, Joseph I-”

Joseph holds up the server, “Wait. Before you apologize I, um, I wanted to say I’m sorry for my comments. And for being so...me-ish.” He sighs, staring at the utensil in his grip, “I’ve always been a little bit tense, tried to be polite and effective and friendly in spite of it. The last six months made that harder to do. I don’t love it when I can’t be organized, when normal systems go out of place. But that’s no excuse for being rude to you, even before you invited me here. You’re just so...you’re always so calm and relaxed, like nothing was wrong and I just honed in on that way more than made sense. I’m sorry.”

“If it makes you feel better, I kinda did the same thing. You’re always so put together, it looked like you had this organized life in the midst of this whole shitstorm. I feel lik everything is slipping away, like my world is just this cabin. I mean, I assumed you were seeing friends in the city, while I haven’t seen Mama in person since April. So” he sets the bowl down, rests his hand on Joseph’s shoulder, “I’m sorry too.”

Joseph laughs, softly, “turns out we both had failures of imagination, huh?”

“Yeah” he runs a hand over Joseph's back, “now come on, this dinner’s not gonna eat itself.”

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“You sure you don’t wanna wear the bigfoot costume?”

“Positive. Besides, it suits you.” Joseph finishes styling the fur on the head of the costume to look more realistic, “I just hope we get this done before that storm comes in; as mush as the rain would add to the mood of the scene, that’ll be hell to dry and you’ll be miserable. So, go lurk over there while I finish up getting the camera settings where they need to be.”

“Yes sir” Barclay pops the head on, leaves crunching as moves to his appointed tree. He smiles as he watches Joseph fiddle with the camera; things have been so much better between them these last two weeks. They trade off cooking dinner, study side by side, and watch movies or play games in the warmth of the heater. They have a similar sense of humor and taste in books, and are tidy to boot. Joseph’s even come with him to listen to lectures in the woods, the pair sharing a thermos of coffee under the astonished gaze of their classmates. There’s just one problem.

Barclay’s buried crush is now blooming in every direction. Animated, argumentative Joseph was attractive. Joseph, in all his moods and mannerisms, is devastatingly enchanting. He’s come close to telling him this, but the other man is his guest and also only here for another two and a half weeks, so a confession is setting himself up for heartbreak at worst and awkwardness at best.

He almost blew it last night when they were washing dishes (Joseph scrubs, Barclay dries and puts away).

“Last one.”

“Thanks, blue eyes.”

“What was that?”

“Uh, blue eyes? Like a, uh, a nickname?”

Joseph laughs, “Sounds like something from a Raymond Chandler book. I like it.”

On the plus side, if Joseph thinks it’s just a nickname and not a pet name, maybe Barclay can keep using it.

“Are you ready?’

He sticks up a hairy thumb and calls, “you know it, blue eyes.”

That same laugh as Joseph takes up his position. Maybe it’s the weird film over the costume’s eyes, but Barclay swears he sees a blush.

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Stern trawls through the search results. Their video is getting some traction, with two cryptid hunter sites claiming it’s credible footage. He’s making note of how the information spread, which threads lead to belief and which to doubt, when Barclay calls from upstairs.

“Joseph? Little help?”

The other man is in the bathroom, and when Stern knocks he says, “Think the pilot light on the water heater went out again, all I’m getting is cold water. Can you go relight it?”

“Sure.” He gets to the stairs then, stops, “where’s the key to that closet?”

“Huh? Oh, shit, right, hang on” Barclay says at the same time as Stern’s “don’t worry, I can find it.”

Which is why the instant he turns back into the bedroom is the same instant Barclay steps out of the bathroom, blue towel around his waist.

Any blood that doesn’t head south goes instantly to Stern’s cheeks.

“You okay there, blue-eyes?”

“It’s completely unfair how good you look without a shirt.”

He clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Idn’t ean to ay at out oud” The mumbled explanation makes Barclay smirk.

“You like this, should see what’s under the towel.”

The unusually bold statement from Barclay kindles his own confidence.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, big guy.”

“Who says I won’t.” Barclay sits down on the edge of the bed, nonchalant and leaning back on his hands, “got plenty of time to make good on them.”

“We literally don’t. I go back in a week and two days.”

Barclay toys with the lint on the towel, “you could stay. Through break, through next semester, for however long you wanted.”

“Do you mean that?”

A shy nod, “I like having you around, Joseph. Even beyond the huge fucking crush I have on you I...everything is a little better when you’re around.”

“I, um, I guess it could work. We know next semester is online too, and so is work, so…” there must be variables missing, something he’s not seeing, some reason this is too good to be true.

“You want some space away from shirtless me to think about it?”

“That’d be great.”

Barclay stands, hesitates, then plants a quick kiss on his forehead, “take all the time you need, blue eyes.”

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Private Chat log 1/11/2021

Barclay (he/him): Did you see the look on Duck’s face when we turned up in frame together.

Joseph (he/him): Yes. Pretty sure Aubrey yelled something about him needing to pay up. I wonder what the bet was.

Barclay (he/him): Whatever it was, pretty sure I came out the biggest winner.

Stern snorts, trying not to blush on camera, and leans over to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek.

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #taz amnesty #college AU

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levi-is-husbando · 2 years

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Also written on my wattpad, link at the bottom

Part 3 of Lion x Reader

A few days have passed since Oliver has arrived in Australia and has been staying at Max's family's house, in the spare room with his son Alexis.

Oliver awake early morning, stretching, and hopping out of the bed he was just sleeping in, and made his way to the bedroom window looking outside. The window was directed to the backyard, Oliver glanced over to the two tents that were put up in the corner of the backyard. That's where Max's younger sister y/n was staying with her two daughters Samantha and Mackenzie. However Samantha had resorted to sleeping on the couch in the lounge room, so one tent was always empty, as Mackenzie slept in the same tent as y/n.

Oliver stepped away from the window, glanced at the still sleeping Alexis, he pulled his right arm up and looked at the time on his watch. 0600 it read. Alexis would be asleep for a few more hours. Therefore Oliver quietly went to the dresser, and pulled out the clothes he was gonna wear for that day, and headed to the bathroom that was upstairs. After getting dressed and putting on his pj's which were just a singlet and pj bottoms, putting them away on his bed he headed downstairs. The lounge was just at the end of the stairs, and there on the couch sat a grumpy teenager. Oliver didn't think much of it and didn't want to get involved, he steps outside on the front porch to get some fresh air.

There y/n was sitting on the porch swing couch, reading a book, and a coffee on the armrest. "Good morning," Oliver says to her and smiles. y/n looks up from her book and smiles up at Oliver. She pats the spot next to her suggesting for him to take a seat next to her. "Morning, I wanna chat," she says sweetly. Oliver took the seat next to her, watching as she took a sip from her coffee and putting the mug and book down. "Is it okay?" She asks to suggest rocking the swing couch, making it move in a swing-like motion slowly. "It's fine" Oliver nodded, and would occasionally move his leg to give the swing couch just an extra boost. "What would you like to talk about?" Oliver had asked y/n. "Well, you're gonna be in Straya for a while." She stated, glancing up at him. "Do you have any plans to do while you're here?" She had asked. "Well to be honest I don't have any idea where to start, and I don't wanna miss anything. I want this trip to be fun and memorial with Alexis and myself" Oliver tells y/n as he looks right at her, locking his eyes with hers. After a few seconds went by y/n blinked shook her head and averted her eyes away from his. "Well, this is just an offer, and you can think about it." y/n pauses for a moment. "But, I have a camping trailer, and normally take the girls on a holiday before they go back to school. If you want we could take you two around places that'll be worthwhile your time" she pauses again, looking back at him again. "It'll also save heaps of time and money, and finding the right coach or train is a can't of a thing and cost a lot plus then hotels." She rolls her eyes. Oliver was silent did a short moment and took a deep breath. "You'd actually consider having Alexis and myself to come with you and your daughters?" Oliver asked as he glanced at her. "Well yeah, you're a pretty awesome bloke so far, and two extra people won't be too bad, it'll actually be fun for everyone." She smiles. Oliver seemed a little confused by "bloke" but he had a feeling it wasn't a bad thing considering she did say pretty awesome, he figured it just meant more Australian slang he was trying to get used to.

"Will your camper fit all of us?" He asked the big question. "Well, it would, plus as you know I do have tents. But with the camper, it has a double bed, and the roof pops up, which is split into either two doubles or four singles. And it has a little living space, like storage, bench, sink, fridge and a couch with a little table. The outside parts pull out as well, for a kitchen, and shelter. The kitchen just a gas burner, and a table really." She answered his question. Oliver nodded as he listened to what she was saying and explaining. "You know what, it actually sounds good, as long as it's fine, Alexis and I will come along on your trip." He flashes her a smile. Y/n smiles back and playfully punch his arm. "Alright, after Christmas we can go." She tells him then gets off the swing couch, picking up her mug and book.

Samantha slams the front door open, with a grumpy expression. "I need to go to woolies" she grumbled. "You could bloody ask nicely" y/n sighs, heading inside and coming back out with her car keys. "You want anything?" She asked Oliver. He told her he was fine and didn't need anything, she nodded and headed to her car, the grumpy teenager following behind.

disclaimer: photo found on google

#lion from rainbow six siege #x reader #fanfic #rainbow six siege #r6 #Oliver Flament

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Curious Cat. Pt 3.

Summary. Shigaraki is hit with a quirk that turns him into a cat and gets picked up by reader.

In the morning you woke up first to Shigaraki’s tail draped over your face . You blink a few times till his tail fell off your eyes onto your nose. You blew the tail off and pet his backside, scratching gently. Shigaraki yowled in his sleep, nuzzling into your chest stretching his back legs out and into your face, his tail swaying onto your eyes again.

You blew it away again and pulled him out of your shirt setting him on the floor. The movement woke him up , his half lidded red eyes staring you down. Human. I was asleep. How dare you. Inconsiderate, i'll dust you.

“Tomu you hungry?” You asked, getting off the couch stretching.

I’ll dust you later, Human.

He followed you to the kitchen meowing loud for his breakfast. Walking in circles around your legs while you opened cabinets . You double checked every cabinet but you could not find any more canned fish. Shigaraki was still meowing .

You crouched petting him talking a little sad. “Tomu. I'm all out of fish for you.”

Unbelievable, inconsiderate, I am HUNGRY. He growled , tail flicking.

“I can give you some milk, and when i get out tonight i'll buy you some food okay? I promise”

Wait your leaving? All DAY. What am i supposed to DO? I'm a CAT. “Rrrr….”

You scratched his chin and Shigaraki yowled moving away , sitting with his back to you.

“Tomu.. “ you got up getting the milk pouring it into a bowl, gently you set it down petting him one last time. “I'll leave the tv on ok?” You went into the living room turning the tv on and went upstairs to get ready for work.

Unbelievable. What am I supposed to do? I'm hungry. What if I throw a fit? You'll stay if i throw a fit right? Kurogiri always gives in if I throw a fit.

You came back downstairs tying your apron around your waist to see the bowl of milk tipped over and Shigaraki sitting on the counter.

Foolish human. Now you have to stay with me.

“Oh Tomu.” You went to the kitchen grabbing a cloth off the oven to clean up the milk. Shigaraki watched you feeling accomplished . This will work. You poured some new milk and scratched at his chin one last time.

“Just remember if you knock it over again you'll be hungry all day. I don't mind you on the counter either Tomu. I'll miss you a lot okay?” Your hand left his chin and Shigaraki opened his eyes seeing you go to the door.

Hey , hey wait. Human!!! Click. Fuck

Shigaraki stomped all over the counter pacing back and forth . Upset, he was upset. How dare you. He hopped down going to the bowl of milk growling at it . Not food. He leaned down, licking up the milk . Only eating because its my only stupid food.

When he finished he decided to explore your dump of a home. Shigaraki walked through the living room jumping up the stairs to see your room to his left. A bed, dresser, closet, book shelf. Shigaraki wandered in exploring the closet first . Which was just clothes and your shoes on the floor. He stuck his head in one of the shoes getting stuck and threw a fit yowling swinging his head all around till the shoe fell off.

I'll kill you.

Next he went to your bed jumping onto it and almost falling back off . Your stuffed animal scared the shit out of him. His fur was still sticking up when he hopped off the bed. Finally he went to the dresser noticing you left the bottom one open slightly. He tilted his head looking in , his tail wagged. He climbed into your draw wiggling under your bras and panties yawning.

I guess I'll stay here till Human returns. I wonder what the damn League is up to. And I wonder when i'll turn back.

Shigaraki spent the day right in that dresser . All curled up in one of your bras nibbling on its strap in his sleep. Your panties wrapped around his tail.

Meanwhile , on the tv down stairs . A news report was talking about a fire that broke out on the other side of the city. The woman was talking about the League and how their spike in crime has been caused by their Leader missing.

Later on, you returned with a few bags on your arms . You spent more than you should have but that's okay. It was fun shopping for cat toys and beds. You called for Shigaraki and kneeled down, opening the bags and opening up a can of wet food. Shigarakis ears flinched and he shot up, hitting his head on the dresser.

Fuck. What's that smell? Human?

Shigaraki jumped out of the dresser speeding all the way down stairs to see you. Human. You smiled when you saw him and held out the canned food. “Tomu! I bought you food!” His tail wagged as he ran over seeing you put the food down. He dug into it, laying down to eat it.

Food. Good food.

You opened up some toys placing them down. They were little balls with bells in them and a couple mice toys. He watched you place the toys around him with slanted eyes while he ate. As if I'll play with those. You also opened up a box putting a little basket next to the tv.

“Tomu! I couldn't afford a fancy cat bed but I bought you a basket to sleep in! I was going to put one of my aprons in it and maybe a shirt over top so it's nice and dark in it? Would you like that?”

As if ill sleep in that. Why would i sleep in that if i can sleep with your tits, human.

He watched you get up and go upstairs . He rolled his eyes looking back down at his empty can scoffing, he stood up swatting one of the balls and his ears twitched. He swatted it again watching close, it rolled away and Shigaraki pounced, swatting it around the living room till it rolled under the couch.

Fuck.

He turned to see you come back down setting up the basket like you said you would for him. Shigaraki strolled over sitting near you watching with an amused look on his face. Human, I'm not sleeping in this.

You picked him up setting him inside . “If you don't like it Tomu maybe ill change out my apron for a towel or something okay?”

It was… nice. Not too dark but the shirt covered just enough so he felt secluded. Like it was his own space, Shigaraki laid down nuzzling the apron up and over his head and body sniffing it. Foolish...human… he fell asleep.

The days went on, and Shigaraki warmed up to you, he still threw a fit when you had to leave but you always returned. Your happy face was the highlight of his day, besides jumping in the shower with you. He loved the basket more than he thought he would. One day while you were at work he dragged some panties into the basket to sleep on. Sometimes you came home a little irritated or sad and it worried him. Was someone upsetting you? Work? He wanted to kill whoever it was.

Everynight he snuggled into your shirt purring as loud as he could to see you smile. He even got used to being called Tomu. You even saved up some money to buy a pretty blue collar that said Tomu on it along with your address and phone number. He was… not excited but he let you put it on him.

One night you were asleep snuggling him in your bed , it was a hot night and you didn't have AC , so the windows were open and you were wearing a tank top and panties. Shigaraki was nuzzled into your chest asleep. His nose itched and he scratched it waking up to see his hand.

FUCK.

He fell out of the bed looking down at his naked human body then his hands then you . The quirk wore of!!! He looked behind himself to see the tail wagging. Fuck. He reached up to feel his cat ears.

Fuuuuck.

He looked at you again, your tank top bunched up and your panties hugging your body so snugly.. his cock twitched.

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@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

#CuriousShiggy #shigaraki x reader #neko shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #my hero academia fan fiction #my hero academia

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iflostreturntosteverogers · 4 years

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I Promise

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, John, Azazel, Bobby (Mentioned), Callum (OMC Mentioned), Grace (OFC Mentioned)

Warnings: Weechesters, John’s an ass, Fluff, Angst, Character Death

A/N: Sam is about 3-4 years old and Dean around 7-8 years old in this. This is the longest fic I’ve ever written with 2,454 words.

Header by: @sorenmarie87

Beta’d by: @cloverhighfive and @mariekoukie6661

No one raised your blood pressure like John Winchester. He was always such an arrogant prick when he dropped his boys off at your house. You kept Dean and Sam as a favor to Bobby, so he could keep John from doing something stupid and because you loved them. They needed some normalcy and love in their chaotic lives.

You had been mentally preparing yourself to deal with him after Bobby had called to tell you the boys were coming your way and just be ready because John was already in a mood. “A mood,” You snorted. “When isn’t he in a mood?” You made one last pass through the house, double-checking you had removed anything the boys could get in. You’d have to go to the store for food, but you didn’t mind taking them with you. They were good kids.

John’s Impala rumbled down your street, making you groan. Here we go. You give him a moment to park before you open the door in and lean on the frame. “Hi, boys!” You smile and wave at Sam and Dean, climbing out of the car. Sam grins, and all but tackles your legs. “Hi, Ms. Y/N.” Dean smiles as he walks up with his bag over his shoulder. He grabs Sam’s hand and goes inside. You watch them race up the stairs to your bedroom. Probably to jump on your bed. You think to yourself. The trunk of the impala slams, startling you.

“Princess.” John nods at you, a smirk on his lips.

“Winchester.”

“What? I don’t get a smile and peppy hello like my boys do?” He tosses Sam’s bag at you, chuckling as you almost miss it.

“I like your children, you not so much,” you quip, pulling the strap over your shoulder.

“I’m hurt, princess,” he says, placing his hand over his heart. “And here I thought you loved me. You’re always so warm and friendly.” You roll your eyes and flip him off.

“Not your princess, Winchester.”

“You sure do act like one.” John crosses his arms and leans against the impala, a smug look on his face.

“Excuse me?! What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you sit here in your cushy little house, living off your dead husband’s money and letting Bobby do all the dirty work in finding who killed him and your kid.” You push off the doorframe and stomp down the porch stairs to be face to face with the man. Without thinking, you slap him as hard as you can, the sound echoing.

“First off, get your fucking facts straight! I never asked Bobby to do that. Second, I work my ass off to pay for my shit. I don’t need to forge credit cards or have aliases. Third, don’t you ever mention Callum and Grace. Ever. At least I learned to cope and live a normal life instead of dragging two young boys into the hunting business on a revenge mission. Get the hell off my property.” You don’t look at him as you turn and walk back into your house. Closing the door, you sink to the floor.

“Having fun?” You grin as Sam and Dean freeze, pillows poised to hit each other.

“We’re playing pirates,” Dean tells you, climbing down from your bed. “These are our swords!” His eyes are bright as he explains their game. The boys giggle when you tell them you’ll be the beautiful princess they’re fighting over.

“You need a cwown, Pwincess Y/N,” Sam tells you.

“You’re absolutely right, Captain Smelly Feet, and I think I have just the thing!” You walk over to your dresser, opening the locked jewelry box on top and revealing a sparkling tiara. You place it on your head and turn towards the boys. “What do you think?” Dean’s mouth drops open in shock.

“Where did you get that?”

“I got to be a princess for a day a long time ago, and they let me keep my crown.”

“Cool!” Dean jumps back up on the bed. “The princess is mine, Smelly Feet! You can’t have her!” Sam screwed his face up into something that was probably supposed to be mean and scary but just looked adorable to you.

“Noooo! I’ll save you from Captain Gween Toes, Pwincess!” Sam wails Dean with a pillow. Dean pretends to fall on the mattress, holding his side.

“You’ve won this time, Smelly Feet. Remember me, Princess. Bleh.” You giggle at his fake death sound and turn to the 4-year-old standing proudly above his brother.

“You did it, Captain Smelly Feet. You defeated Green Toes and saved me. However, will I repay you?” Sam grins as you pick him up and swing him around. “Oh, I know! How about a kiss?” He squeals when you blow a raspberry against his cheek.

“‘Top! ‘Top!” Sam pushes your face away from his, giggling.

“Well, I hate to stop all the fun, but we have to go to the store or we’re gonna starve to death.” You gently put Sam down and fall to the floor with your hand on your forehead. “So hungry, not gonna make it.” Dean laughs at your dramatics and whispers something to Sam. Sam nods with a mischievous grin on his face.

“I’ll save you!” Sam yells, before jumping on top of you.

Sam tugs at your sleeve from the seat in the shopping cart, pulling you down to his level. “Bean likes bacon and eggs and waffles for bweakfast, but Dad never makes them for us. He just buys ceweal because it doesn’t have to be cooked.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes and say something nasty about their father.

“You know what? I think eggs, bacon, and waffles are great for breakfast.” You right yourself and smile at the small boy. “What do we want for dinner? Dean, what’s something you want?” Dean looks a little startled at your question. Of course, John never asks what the boys want. It’s always a matter of convenience.

“Can we do burgers?” His eyes light up when you nod your head, and he hugs your waist. “You’re the best.”

Sam sits on the counter, watching you teach Dean how to make burgers. “The first rule of cooking, wash your hands. Did you wash your hands?”

“Yep, smell.” Dean smiles and holds his hands up to you. You lean in and sniff, the smell of Irish Spring prevalent on his hands.

“Good job. Sammy, what about you?” Sam smiles and nods his head.

“I helped him,” Dean says proudly.

“Okay, we’re going to make the sauce before we cook the burgers. I laid everything out for you while you washed your hands. The little cup is mayo and the measuring spoons have sriracha, honey, lemon juice, and garlic in them. Dump all that in and stir it up.” Stepping back, you watch as Dean dumps everything into the glass bowl you had set out before handing Sam the spoon to stir it up.

“All done!” Sam shouts, tipping the bowl forward for you to inspect their work.

“That’s perfect! You can set that to the side until we finish the rest of it.” You bend down and pull a cast-iron skillet out of the cold oven. “This is your new best friend for cooking, boys. A cast-iron skillet. They’re heavy, and you have to take good care of them, but they will last a long time and give your food good flavor.”

“And you can hit monsters with it and hurt them!” Dean pipes up, a proud smile on his face.

“That’s right,” you return his smile, but the fact that he has to know that breaks your heart. Dean hops up onto the counter on your right, and Sam scoots closer on your left to watch. You turn the stove eye on medium-low heat and pour a small amount of oil into the pan. “We have to let the pan and oil heat up before we can start cooking.”

Dean’s eyes are huge as he watches you plate burgers. “They’re beautiful,” he mumbles.

The boys hop off the counter and help you carry the plates to the table. Sam takes small, careful steps, his little tongue poking out as he concentrates.

“As much as you love food, Dean, you should be a chef when you grow up.” Dean looks up at you curiously, like the thought had never crossed his mind. It probably hadn’t, all the kid knew was hunting. Damn John.

“Do you really think I could be a chef?”

“Of course, I do! You can be anything you want. You’re a smart little boy.” Dean blushes and takes a bite of his burger.

“This is so good! You were right; the fried egg and bacon make it even better than regular burgers!”

“After we eat, do you guys wanna watch a movie? I have Scooby-Doo.”

“YES!” The boys both yell excitement, making you laugh.

You walk through the house, checking that everything is turned off and locked up. Sam had fallen asleep during their movie, and Dean hadn’t been far behind. You hadn’t wanted to disturb them when they looked so peaceful, so you let them stay in your bed for the night.

As you make your way back upstairs, you hear glass shattering. “Shit,” you whisper, hurrying to the boys. They’re both still sound asleep. You shake Dean awake and pick Sam up from the bed. “Dean, listen to me, baby. You gotta come with me and be quiet, okay?” He nods, still rubbing at his eyes and trying to wake up. You can hear loud voices and footsteps coming from downstairs. You have to hurry.

Leading Dean into the spare bedroom you pull a panel away from the wall of the closet. “Dean, go in there.” He follows your orders and you lay Sam down next to him, stroking his hair before you lean over and kiss Dean on the forehead. “You’ll be safe, I promise.”

“Don’t go, Y/N. Hide with us.” Dean’s eyes shine, his little voice trembling. It breaks your heart.

“Baby, I can’t, that space is too small. Everything’s going to be okay. I love you, Dean and I love Sammy, too. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Dean watches as you close the panel, leaving him and Sam in darkness. He can hear the voices coming from downstairs and each banging footstep sends a shiver through him. “Please be safe. Please be safe.” He whispers to himself over and over, a silent prayer for you. You hadn’t told him to watch out for Sammy, hadn’t ordered him to be brave. You told him how much you loved him and that everything would be okay. A tear slips down Dean’s cheek as he lays down next to Sam and closes his eyes tightly.

“Wanna tell me why you’re in my house?” You swing your arm around the first man you see, holding a knife to his throat. He freezes, calculating his next move.

He slams all of his weight backward into a wall, knocking the breath out of you but you hang onto the knife. “Stupid bitch,” he spits at you and reaches up to wipe at a trickle of blood on his face. You must have cut him when you hit the wall. You take advantage of him being distracted and launch yourself into him. He stumbles back and falls on his ass, his head bouncing off the floor. You move past him only to be met with a gun to your face.

“I don’t think so,” a familiar voice says, coming from around the corner. Your stomach drops when yellow eyes meet yours.

“Azazel.”

“The one and only. It’s been a while, Y/N.” His smile is arrogant, taunting. “Look, I’m sorry about your old man and kid. More so about the kid. I needed her.” You ball your fists at your side, anger rippling through you. “I’m here because a little demon told me you had the Winchester brats.”

“You’re too late actually. I put them on a bus to Sioux Falls a few hours ago.” You willed yourself to stay calm, to look him in the eyes, and give no indication of a lie. He growls and wraps his hand around your throat.

“What a pity.” You scream as pain erupts through your body. Blood trickles down the side of your mouth. You defiantly spit in Azazel’s face.

“Fuck you.”

Dean hears your scream and slams his hands against his ears. “No, please no.” Sam rouses and mumbles your name. Dean pulls him into his lap. “Shh, we have to be quiet. Okay, Sammy? It’s going to be okay.” Sam whimpers but nods his head.

They stay that way for a while, waiting for you to come back for them. Dean silently rocks Sam in his lap, occasionally humming a song to him in the dark crawl space. “You stay here. I’m going to look around.”

“No, Bean, don’t go!” Sam grabs onto Dean’s sleeve.

“Sammy, stay here. I’ll be back. I swear.” Dean moves the heavy panel and crawls out, the light coming from the window making him squint. He listens at the top of the steps for the voice and footsteps from earlier, but all he hears is silence. The silence scares him more.

He tiptoes down the stairs, peeking around the corner into the kitchen. You’re there on the floor, not moving. “Y/N?!” Dean shouts and races to you. His hands hover over you, unsure of what to do. “Y/N, please. You promised,” he chokes on the last word, a sob bubbling up.

“Dean?” You rasp out his name and reach a weak hand up to his face. “It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s not okay!” He shouts. You guide his head down to lay on your stomach and run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re gonna grow up and do amazing things, Dean. You are so smart and so good. I love you so much.” You wince as you try to breathe. Dean can hear how faint your pulse is becoming, how shallow your breaths are.

“Please, don’t leave me, Y/N. Please,” Dean cries.

“Shh, baby, listen to me. Go in the library, the number for your dad’s motel is there. Call him and then take Sammy to my room and watch Scooby-Doo until he comes. I love you both, Dean so very much. Now go.” He crawls up and kisses your cheek.

“We love you, too.” He does as he’s told, trying his best to get himself together.

He dials the number you had written down in a notebook on your desk.

“Hello?”

“Dad? Something’s happened.”

Tags: @fictionalabyss, @leave-me-2-rot-among-the-flowers, @hobby27

#weechesters #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #john winchester #bobby singer #azazel #reader insert #supernatural #angst #fluff #tw death

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ashtrayfloors · 3 years

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Manifest Destiny (Great American Novel Remix)*

*All italicized text from Jack Kerouac’s On The Road.

How I became a pirate: I walked past my mother. She was yelling at my sister for not dusting. The clock struck six and stopped. My sister froze, hands fixed over her ears. I kept walking. Upstairs, I pocketed the bus tokens and a pack of lifesavers from my mom’s dresser. I walked out the back door. I stole across the yard, down between the bushes and out into the world. My stomach felt cold and strong. I was gone. I left with my canvas bag in which a few fundamental things were packed and took off with fifty dollars in my pocket.

Why I became a pirate: There was no space for me in the family photo. I had to leave home to find home. I followed stories like a map. I stole them in pieces and stuck them together. I took the word “pirate” because there were no others. Or, the others who did this before me were pirates, every single one.

I did not run away from anything. Nobody touched me wrong. Nobody hurt me first. I was not a runaway girl. I am a pirate. I am running to. Adventure. In search of home.

This is how I became a pirate: I pointed two fingers towards my body. I abducted myself at gunpoint. I changed my name from Mary to Mark; I am the X that marks my spot. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon. I laid on the ground, cut my red hair off at the root, left it in a red ring halo around my body when I stood up. My parents would have been pleased. They always said the girl with the fire hair was trouble.

I pointed two fingers towards my body. I abducted myself at gunpoint. It was sexy. I put on boy clothes and for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy I wanted to reach, the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on. I felt sweet, swinging bliss. I abduct myself away, looking for home.

I wasn’t scared. I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. Now I’m Mark. I’m X. I’m Kerouac. I go on the road, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

The bus ride was forever. Twenty minutes later, I got off at the only stop I knew. Somewhere along the line I knew there would be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me. I walked to the park at the end of the block and sat down under the biggest tree. Someone had carved an X into the bark. The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then; it would mix up all my friends and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American night. I stole the tree like a second base and named it “home.”

I pulled the lifesavers from my pocket and stuck one into my mouth. Dinner. I suddenly realized that everybody in America is a natural-born thief. I was getting the bug myself. I took time.

In the park, a mother pushed a stroller. Small girls scrambled over the jungle gym, shrieking. A man watched his dog shit, then picked it up. I had to go, and leave confusion and nonsense behind. There was nothing for me here.

In the distance, a very small bus began rumbling. I boarded. Next to me, a woman fed her baby. An old man snored. I got off in New York, my knees peg-leg stiff. A man staggered down the street, yelling starving, hysterical, naked; yelling of the best minds of his generation. He was dead. I shambled after him, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved. I had to save myself. My picture burned back at me from every telephone pole. REWARD. WANTED. It was time to move again. I stole into the night on a train.

Next to me, another pirate, a young boy slept. His name was Kerouac. All he had with him was a copy of On The Road. Together we moved through the night into the future, together, depot to depot, station to station, through America’s veins, throbbing. The thing that bound us together in this world was invisible. I pointed to long lines of telephone poles that curved off out of sight over the bend. He nodded. By morning, our tongues were painted yellow, red, green and my lifesavers were gone and we were in Chicago. Chicago smelled of blood: stockyards and gangsters. We kept moving.

Because we were pirates, cars opened their doors and we sprang inside, us howling like a tornado with the rush and rage of the road. We whirlwinded through Kansas, went right on into Des Moines, hitching a ride with two boys from the University of Iowa. We took their car when they passed out drunk. In Salt Lake the pimps checked on their girls and we drove on, on to Denver, on to San Francisco, on to San Diego, Hollywood, a flophouse.

Somewhere, among the hiss of tires in the rain, a woman was crying, the radiator was rattling a slow moan, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. Pirates take what they want and I wanted Kerouac, wanted him because he was a boy. My boy, in her boy clothes with his girl body, his girl clothes with his boy body. I stole his kiss. He stole mine back. We unbuttoned each other, took our girl bodies out of our boy clothes, dug into each other like treasure, and the room rolled like the ocean around us, found us in high seize. We broke a ballpoint pen and hammered one small, bold word into the flesh over each others’ hearts, in our girlie curlicue scripts: HOME. It hurt. It was good.

Time starts again here. We’re walking, hand in hand, following telephone poles to the ocean. I thought this was an adventure, but it’s a love story. Mine. Me and Kerouac, stealing change, diving for food, making our way through all this, now, here, standing at the very edge of America, and behind us, all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it. It’s a movie I’ve never seen before. It’s mine. And here you are, with us, walking towards the water, watching the waves crash and roll with us, looking at a place where there are no roads, no hard routes, just the crash, hush and swell of things moving in front of us and we can ride them anywhere. Anything could happen to you, to me, at this place marked with an X. Time starts again here. Let’s go. We’ll write the story. We’ll write home.

—Daphne Gottlieb, from Final Girl

#daphne gottlieb #poetry #prose poetry #on the road #jack kerouac #remix #another of my favorite queerings of kerouac is this one from daphne gottlieb

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True Heaven

Summary: Dean wakes up from a dream about heaven. As he goes about his day, he realizes what his true heaven looks like.

AO3

The sun was beating down on him but he felt no heat, just warmth. Everything was warm here.

The trees were tall and green. The sky was the bluest he had ever seen. The water trickling down the stream was as clear as glass.

It was heaven… or so they say.

Dean smiled to himself as he gazed at the view from the bridge in his memories. There was only one thing that could make this heaven truly his.

“Hey, Sammy,” he greeted, as he turned his head to see his smiling brother.

Sam stepped forward, arms open and Dean didn’t even hesitate to pull him into a hug.

Together, the two brothers looked out into their heaven, side-by-side, as they always have been.

It should feel right. His head was telling him it should be right. That this was his true heaven.

The sky.

The trees.

The bridge beneath his feet.

His baby brother by his side.

Yet, something still felt missing.

And there was a strange buzzing sound blaring in his ear.

Dean closed his eyes, trying to block it out. But, the sound kept going, refusing to stand down and give him peace.

Heaven shouldn’t be so loud like this...

With a gasp, Dean opened his eyes, heaving as the alarm on his phone continued to buzz him awake.

He was in bed. At home. Lying on soft sheets and pillows. The sun streaming in from the curtained windows.

He was okay. He wasn't dead. He was alive. Living. Breathing. Blood running through his veins.

His hand reached out to tap the ‘snooze’ button, silencing the buzzing for at least another ten minutes.

Still in a daze, Dean continued to lay in bed, blinking at the ceiling as he tried to hold on to the last vestiges of his dream.

He had died. He went to heaven, apparently. And heaven was different.

Bobby was there. Apparently, everyone else he knew and loved was there, too, though he didn't see them. He went for a long drive with Baby. Then, Sam had joined him. They were on a bridge, that same bridge from their first hunt together after Dad went missing.

Was that what heaven was like now? He wouldn’t know. Jack wouldn’t tell him – secretive kid.

“Dean! I heard your alarm! You better not still be in bed! We have plenty to do today!”

Dean smiled, shaking his head before sitting up and stretching. He could feel his muscles popping, his back twinging in that familiar ache.

Damn, he was getting old.

“I’m awake!” he called back as he moved the blankets aside.

He could smell the eggs and bacon.

Castiel was making breakfast.

Without wasting any more time, Dean slipped into comfy slippers and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.

As a habit, his eyes roamed the simple beige wallpaper, the framed photos, the snug carpets, and the random pieces of furniture that didn’t match because they found them at different online listings.

Damn, he loved his house.

Lazily running a hand through his fair to give it some semblance of order, Dean entered the kitchen with a loud yawn.

“Morning, Cas,” he greeted, settling himself at the table where a mug of coffee already waited.

Their dog, Miracle, raised her head from her own breakfast to bounce up to him with a happy bark. He ran a hand through her fur, fondly scratching her favorite spots. Her tail wagged even faster in delight. She was getting on in years but was still the same beautiful and affectionate dog she was when Dean first found her.

“Good morning, Dean.”

Castiel turned his head away from the stove to flash him a smile before turning back to finish cooking.

With one hand still on Miracle’s fur, Dean lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip, letting out a contented sigh when he tasted the slightly bitter coffee. It warmed him up from his head to the tips of his toes as the caffeine woke his brain up.

He needed it today. Sam and Eileen were coming over tonight and there was a lot to get done around the house.

Plates of eggs and bacon were laid in front of him as well as an empty dish and a fork. Castiel passed him the salt and pepper shakers before sitting down across from Dean.

“Thanks.” Dean stabbed into the eggs and grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon.

Castiel hummed in response as he did the same.

Silently, the two men ate.

The forks clanged against the plates accompanied by the sounds of chewing. Every now and then, Miracle would whine, hoping to get a piece of bacon. (Dean snuck her a few when Castiel went to refill his coffee mug.)

Outside, birds sang their morning song and the squirrels chattered as they went about their business. Castiel said there was a nest of robins residing in the tree by their porch.

(He didn’t want Dean to cut the tree, even though it would give them plenty of space for a nice front garden.

“It’s their home, Dean!” he had insisted when Dean tried to argue his stance.

He had looked so distraught that Dean ended up giving in and leaving the tree alone.)

It had been five years since Castiel returned to the Winchesters from the Empty, graceless and human. Even if he was technically God now, Jack still had to make a deal – and the cost was Castiel’s grace. Castiel was no longer an angel and never would be again, even if he stole another angel’s grace. He was fully human, would live a mortal life, and would return to heaven as a human soul when he died.

After a close call with a vampire nest and almost dying from a nail in the back in Ohio (Sam managed to clear out the bodies, call 911, and get him to the hospital in time), Dean had decided, right there and then, that he was done hunting. He wanted stability.

He had his Free Will back and he was going to use it to create a new life for himself and Castiel. So, after looking around the area, he got a job as a mechanic at the town garage – he was always pretty good at fixing up cars. The money wasn’t much but at least it was legal this time. No more stealing credit cards and identity theft for him.

Not wanting to be a burden, Castiel applied for a part-time job at a convenience store. They had to forge his papers and create a new identity (Castiel insisted on taking Jimmy’s last name “Novak”, to honor his vessel) but that was the easy part. Because even though he had lived as a human before, the former angel still struggled with basic human needs. He’d forget that he needed to eat and would only be reminded if his stomach was growling and tightening in protest. And he’d forget to sleep until he lost consciousness while on his feet, wherever he was. But, soon, he got used to it, even if he found bathroom breaks so inconvenient.

For the first two years, Dean and Castiel continued to live at the bunker with Sam and Eileen, helping the couple with finding, researching, and solving cases.

Dean’s brother never truly left the hunting life. Sam was good at it and loved it more than Dean ever did. Besides, he had Eileen as a partner, this time, in more ways than one. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, Dean was loathed to admit. But, Sam was happy and Eileen took good care of him and always had his back – that was enough for the older Winchester.

Dean found the old farmhouse for sale at a cheap price three years ago. It was practically falling apart but still held a certain charm. Dean fell in love at first sight and when he showed it to Castiel, the former angel loved it, too. They bought it and fixed it up, renovating where they could. It took a year and all their manpower just to repair the roof, the front and back porch, and the kitchen.

When the farmhouse was ready and livable, Dean and Castiel officially moved out of the bunker and into their new home.

Dean continued to work as a mechanic, doing the best work for his clients and impressing the garage owner so much that he showed Dean the ropes of running the business. And he was an attentive student. Dean may not have graduated high school and gone to college like Sam but it didn’t mean he was uneducated. And he had even made friends with the other mechanics, learning their techniques and sharing his own. And, maybe someday, when he saved up enough, he could open his own garage.

Meanwhile, Castiel quit the convenience store when he discovered a Honey Farm nearby. He learned how to be a beekeeper – the bees always did fascinate him. He was good at it. He talked to the bees like he talked to people. Whether he could actually understand them or simply made up their conversations, it didn’t matter. He was a hoot among the older ladies and the kids.

(Sam and Eileen still lived at the bunker, finding it more convenient with all the resources they needed for hunts. When they weren’t on the road, they would come to dinner.

And, sometimes, even Jack popped in to say “hello.” Castiel always kept a box of Cookie Crunch cereal for him in the pantry.)

Their house was small. Their jobs were mundane. They had an everyday routine.

Their life was simple. But, it was theirs. Finally theirs.

“I’m going to the store after breakfast,” Castiel finally spoke up as he cleared his plate. “Do you have the list of things you need for dinner?”

“Yeah, it’s upstairs, I can grab it.”

“No need.” Castiel stood up to put his plate in the sink. “I’m going to get dressed so I'll get it. Where did you put it?”

“Dresser.”

Dean continued to eat while Castiel headed out of the kitchen, pausing for a few beats to fondly scratch behind Miracle’s ear. When he disappeared down the hallway, Dean tossed the last of the bacon to the dog before getting up and doing the dishes.

As he placed the last plate on the rack, Castiel returned to the kitchen, dressed in a polo shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a tan leather jacket. He had stopped wearing the trench coat a while ago, but the sight of him without still made Dean pause.

“I’ll be back in half an hour,” Castiel said.

Dean flicked the last of the water away before wiping his hands on a rag. “Okay. I’ll walk Miracle while you’re out.”

Castiel nodded. Then, he smiled shyly before leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on Dean’s lips.

“I’ll see you later.”

Dean squeezed his hand, offering a loving smile of his own. “See you later, Cas.”

Just like their life, their relationship was simple. Mundane, sometimes. But, if Dean was honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Gone were the days of one night stands and denials of how he felt. He was getting too old for all that. He had gone through hell and back (quite literally) plus purgatory. He deserved this, damnit.

Sure, Dean still had trouble expressing his feelings (thanks for that, Dad). He rarely even said the words that Castiel freely expressed. But, the advantage of them having their so-called profound bond was that he didn’t need to really say anything for his partner to know how he truly felt about him.

Castiel already knew. He had always known. And he didn’t expect Dean to change.

Besides, Dean was more of a man of action, anyway.

Miracle barked, looking up at him with excited puppy dog eyes. She was anxious to get out and walk and chase squirrels and get the occasional pets from excited kids.

“Alright, alright, give me a sec.”

Dean took one last sweep of the kitchen to ensure everything was fine before bounding up the stairs to the bedroom. He swapped his pajama pants for sweatpants and tugged on his worn brown leather jacket over his sleep shirt. (He could shower later.)

Downstairs, he grabbed his house keys, clipped Miracle’s leash to her collar, and led her out of the house, locking the door behind him.

Baby was still parked in her usual spot so Castiel must have taken the Corolla to the store. (He wouldn’t take the Impala out without Dean’s permission, anyway.)

The air was chilly but the sun was out and bright, making their walk pleasant. Miracle led the way, her head swiveling around as she sniffed the familiar surroundings. She chose a spot under a tree to do her business and Dean cleaned up after her. He tossed the bag into a nearby trash can before continuing on their way.

“Morning, Dean!”

He lifted a hand to greet their neighbor who was out on a morning walk. “Morning, James.”

He stopped for a few seconds to chat about the weather (“Nice weather we’re having”), about James’ wife and kids (“The missus told me Castiel gave her a large discount on a crate of honey. Thanks for that, it really means a lot”), and what Dean and Castiel’s plans were for the holidays (“It’s always nice to see family”).

Miracle began to whine and tug on her leash so Dean said his goodbyes and went on his way.

They stopped two more times, both for the neighborhood kids who were Miracle’s regular admirers. Little 5-year-old Emma who Miracle would stay still for as the little arms hugged her right. Then, there were the Ross triplets, who always had a treat for their furry friend. (This was why Castiel had been trying – but failing – to put her on a diet. She kept getting spoiled with treats!)

Once they made it to the end of their usual route, Dean gently tugged on her leash, signaling that it was time to return home.

The Corolla’s spot was still empty so Castiel hadn't returned yet.

Dean released Miracle from her leash and she immediately padded over to her pillow by the fireplace. Meanwhile, Dean went back upstairs and finally jumped into the shower.

By the time he was finished cleaning up and getting dressed, noises downstairs and a cooing of Miracle’s name indicated that Castiel was back from the store.

Dean made his way to the kitchen, pausing for a moment at the entrance to watch his partner put away the groceries. But, never one to miss a thing, Castiel turned to him and smiled.

“Hello, Dean. There was a sale on pie so I got you two.” He gestured to the kitchen table where two boxes sat.

Dean whistled, finally entering the kitchen to take a look. One box was labeled “apple” and the other “blueberry.”

“A man after my own heart, Cas!”

He took the few steps towards his partner, who was putting the meat in the freezer, and pecked his cheek in appreciation.

Castiel blushed, simply replying, “You’re welcome.”

With a happy grin, Dean helped put the rest of the groceries away. He didn’t need to start cooking until after lunch.

“By the way, Jody called while I was at the store,” Castiel said, putting a box of cereal away in the pantry. “She’s asking what we’re bringing to Thanksgiving.”

“I was thinking mac and cheese,” Dean replied as he folded up the grocery bags to be re-used for later.

“Claire’s cooking this year.”

“On second thought, maybe we should just bring the bird.”

“Dean.” Castiel was scolding but it was in a fond tone.

“The last time Claire cooked, Alex got to practice her nursing skills on us.”

“That was years ago.”

“My stomach has never forgotten, Cas.”

“It was her first time cooking, Dean. I’m sure she’s improved since then.”

Castiel always made good points.

“Fine. But we’re bringing our own Pepcid.”

Castiel simply chuckled in response.

After finishing with the groceries, they both went upstairs to get the guest room ready. Sam and Eileen always stayed the night. Castiel dusted while Dean changed the sheets to fresh ones and sprayed some air freshener to get rid of the dusty smell.

When that was done, they went back downstairs. Dean retreated to the living room to catch up on some of his shows. Meanwhile, Castiel picked up his book from the coffee table and went outside to the back porch to read the morning away. At some point, Miracle got up from her pillow to follow him outside.

At 11am, Castiel went back in and settled on the couch next to Dean.

“What should we have for lunch?” he asked, snuggling to his side.

“Maybe something light since we’re having a big dinner.” Dean placed an arm over his shoulder as he pursed his lips in thought. “PB&J?”

Castiel’s eyes practically sparkled at the suggestion of his favorite food in the entire world.

After lunch, Dean went back to his show and Castiel to his book. This time, both were in the living room. Miracle interrupted them at some point, begging Dean to play, to which he obliged and they played a half hour’s worth of fetch. Then, it was back to his show.

At 4 o’clock, Dean shut the T.V. off, Castiel marked his book, and Miracle napped, still exhausted from playtime.

The next two hours were a flurry of activity in the kitchen. Pasta simmered in the pot. Chicken baked in the oven. And leaves and veggies were chopped for a salad (because Sam would complain if there wasn’t some kind of healthy food on the table).

Dean liked cooking. And, don’t tell Sam, but he especially liked cooking for his brother. At the end of the day, Dean was still a big brother who wanted to take care of his baby brother, no matter how old they both were now. (But, even if he had a gun pointed at his head or was back at Hell’s gates, he would never confess to it.)

It was a little past six when the rumble of a car outside alerted them to their visitors. The table in the dining room was already set and the warm food arranged neatly by Dean.

Castiel opened the door and was immediately greeted with a hug from Eileen followed by Sam. Dean went out to meet them, practically jumping on his giant of a brother to receive a hug.

“Heya, Sammy!”

“Hi, Dean. The food smells great! I’m starving!”

They wasted no time settling into their respective seats and passing the food around. Sam and Eileen had brought a bottle of sparkling cider, which was opened and poured into everyone’s glasses.

“When did you guys get back?” Dean asked, passing the basket of dinner rolls to Castiel.

“Yesterday,” Sam answered, helping himself to a generous amount of salad. “We were pretty beat so we ended up sleeping until noon.”

“What was the case?” Castiel asked as he tore into his roll.

“Wendigo,” Eileen answered, pausing in cutting her chicken to sign. “In Iowa. It was luring kids from a small village to the forest. Took us three days.”

“Nice!” Dean signed. “Those bastards don’t stand a chance against Sam Winchester and Eileen Leahy!”

Everyone cheered, toasting to the success of the two hunters.

The conversation continued.

Dean shared updates on his work at the Garage and how he might be up for a promotion pretty soon. Castiel talked about his bees and how smart his co-workers were for their ideas of honey flavors.

As they finished up dinner, Sam loudly cleared his throat as he took Eileen's hand in his.

“So, uh, we have some news,” he began, flashing his girlfriend a look. She nodded at him, in encouragement. “And we wanted you two to be the first to know.”

Dean frowned. “This sounds serious. Is someone sick?”

The couple laughed.

“No, no, this is good news,” said Eileen.

Sam cleared his throat. “So… We wanted to tell you… that… we... well, Eileen… is… pregnant.”

The couple beamed while Dean almost choked on his wine.

“For real?!”

“Congratulations!” Castiel exclaimed.

Hugs were exchanged and Dean broke out a bottle of wine to celebrate his new status as Uncle.

“You should name it after me, Sammy!”

“Not a chance!”

Dean tried to act offended but he was much too happy to really argue.

Sam deserved this. He had a woman he loved, a job he was passionate about, and now a kid on the way. There was no doubt that he was going to be an amazing father. And Dean and Castiel would definitely be the favorite uncles.

After partaking in the apple pie for dessert, Sam volunteered to help Castiel with the dishes while Eileen spent quality time with Miracle.

Feeling stuffed and full of dinner and happiness, Dean took the opportunity to grab a beer and go out into the back porch for some fresh air. He leaned against the wooden column of the front porch, just taking it all in.

It was a peaceful night. The cicadas were loud, as always. An owl hooted from somewhere. Above, the clear evening sky was littered with bright stars, as if the heavens, too, were celebrating the addition of another Winchester in this world. Maybe they were. Jack would be aware of the news by now. Dean hoped he would come to visit soon. It had been a while and Castiel missed the kid. (Dean did, too, but don’t quote him on that.)

The door behind him opened and, soon, familiar arms wrapped around his waist.

“Hi.”

“Hey, angel.”

Castiel tucked his head on top of his shoulder. He was warm and Dean savored the feeling.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just… thinking.”

“About?”

“How happy I am.”

Castiel hummed. “It is indeed happy news to find out you are having a nephew. A new addition to your family.”

“Our family, Cas,” he corrected, squeezing the hand at his stomach.

“Our family,” Castiel agreed.

Dean lifted the hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to the knuckles. “I had a weird dream last night. I just remembered it again.”

“Weird in what sense?”

“It was… heaven, I think. But, it also… wasn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Well… for one… you weren’t there.”

Damn, that was so cheesy. The apple pie life was making Dean soft.

But, then Castiel pressed an affectionate kiss to his temple and Dean was reminded why he didn’t mind the occasional softness so much anymore. (But, again, he wouldn’t admit it, even with a gun to his head.)

“But, I think my dream got it wrong,” he continued. “That wasn’t heaven. Not to me. My heaven is down here. With Sam. Eileen. Miracle. And everyone we found along the way.” He turned his head, meeting Castiel’s pretty blue eyes. “And, you, of course. There’s no heaven without you, Cas.”

“Dean…" Castiel's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You are getting better at expressing your feelings.”

Dean laughed, softly. “Yeah, well, it only took five years and the news that I’m gonna be an Uncle. So, don’t get used to this, Cas.”

Castiel’s arms tightened around him. “I’m sure Jack has turned heaven into a wonderful place again. But, promise me, Dean, that you won’t go there yet. Not until your hair turns gray and your skin turns wrinkly.”

Dean patted his hand. “I’ll do my best if you do the same for me.”

Castiel chuckled and kissed his cheek before pulling away. “Come inside, Dean.”

“Give me a few more minutes.”

“Okay.”

Dean kept his gaze on the sky as Castiel left.

It didn't take long for him to have company again.

“So, why are you out here and not in there?”

Dean laughed. “Heya, Sammy.”

Sam leaned on the column opposite him, clutching his own bottle of beer.

“Just thinking,” Dean repeated his answer. “Just… did you ever think we’d be this happy, Sam?”

“Honestly? No. But… we deserve it… right?”

“Yeah, we do!”

For a moment, they were silent, simply listening to the night sounds and enjoying the warmth in their stomachs brought by the beer.

Then, Sam broke the silence.

“So, I was also thinking…”

Dean met his brother’s gaze, curious.

“Since Eileen is pregnant, we’re probably gonna take a break from hunting.”

Dean’s brows rose. “Yeah? That’s good. Focus on the health of the mom and baby and all that jazz.”

Sam hummed. "We talked about moving out of the bunker and getting a house and everything. Maybe get married, officially.” Sam took another sip of beer. “But, cases don’t end just ‘cause a hunter takes a break, right?”

“Yeah…”

His baby brother wanted to get married. Dean couldn't be happier.

“So, remember one time when we talked about creating a Hunter’s Network out of the bunker? You know, to help other hunters. Provide them with resources they don’t need to literally sell their soul for?”

Dean nodded, recalling a conversation they had about it a long time ago, right around the time he decided to retire.

Sam’s eyes flickered with hope.

“Well, maybe we could get started on that… if you’re willing to still be a part of it, I mean. I get that you have a different life now and you don’t want to hunt anymore, but you’ll be mostly hands-off in the cases. And Cas has some angelic and holy knowledge that maybe we can write down and turn into some kind of guide… if he’s willing to help out. You don’t even have to come to the bunker, I can just come here and we can work on plans and-.”

“Sammy.”

Sam broke off, taking a sip of his beer and avoiding looking at Dean, as if he was afraid of the answer.

And, to be quite honest, Dean hadn’t thought about being involved in hunter life. But, it wasn’t like he was out of touch with it. He still listened to Sam’s stories of his hunts. He had conversations with Jody when she called to ask for advice on dealing with some creature. He and Castiel still had some books on the supernatural on the bookshelf in their bedroom. And, he can’t forget about the guns and knives and other hunting apparel stored in a box under their bed and in Baby’s trunk. Heck, he and Castiel still carried a flask of holy water with them!

Hunting would always be in his blood.

He may no longer want to be directly involved but, maybe he could still help.

“Sure, why not?” Dean finally answered.

Sam’s head jerked towards him in surprise. “Really?”

Dean shrugged. “I may not be holding the gun anymore but I can tell another hunter how to kill a vampire in ten different ways.”

“Dean…” Sam looked like he was about to start crying.

“Saving people, hunting things, that’s the family business, right?”

He held out his beer bottle again.

Sam smiled and met it with his own. “Yeah.”

The brothers drank to that promise.

And Dean coulnd't help but think that, in his own way, he had found his own heaven on earth.

#supernatural #destiel

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