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slowpoke-fics · 3 years

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Migraine

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x reader, platonic Sam x Reader

Summary: reader is scared to let the boys in and tell them about the chronic migraines she suffers from, after a hunt the truth comes out and you're shocked with how they respond

Warnings: smut, no a too whole lot, two paragraphs on 3000 words, nothing too triggering I think, medicine, as always, I might have missed something read at your o w n risk

A/N: It might be a little long, tbh I dont know what a long/short fic looks like but it's def one I could've split and didn't. I really enjoyed writing this one, am having a little bit of a block after writing six fics in a day. shout out to my first smut in at least five years.

You had been hunting with Sam and Dean for a couple of months, finally feeling like you had earned your place. You didn't feel comfortable letting them know your weaknesses, which is why you didn't tell them you had migraines. You were able to cover for the most part, hiding it from the family you've come to know quite well. Most of the time. Sometimes you just couldn't, the pain overbearing and you just had to stay in bed all day, "It's just cramps." You lied to the boys, who assumed that you were covering your face and curled up like a child because of your embarrassment and pain. Sooner or later they will find out, and that's just what happened on this witch hunt.

You were the first one back into the motel, just wanting to lie down, Sam and Dean following suit. Dean slammed the door, causing you to jump with a jolt of pain to your head, reminding you of the already particularly bad headache you had. Thank god you'd be home soon. You went into the bathroom, wanting to shower after a long day of hunting the witch down, turning the lights off as you shut the door, you sighed, the pain growing. You turned the shower on, making it just a little warm, undressing and sitting down, putting your knees close to yourself, held together by your crossed arms with your head on your knees just enjoying the relief the water brings you.

You must've lost track of time because the next thing you hear is Dean, pounding on the bathroom door, basically screaming, "Y/n, damn, we want hot water!" You groaned, "Fuck off Dean! I'll be out in a minute," you shouted, much harsher than you wanted. You heard Dean grumble but couldn't understand it. Ignoring him, you finished washing your body, head already hurting bad enough it was too much to have to stand and wash, worried you might puke if you moved around more than you needed.

You came out of the shower, laying on the bed, closing your eyes, waiting to leave when you heard Sam speak up. "Did you get hurt and not tell us?" You rolled your eyes, then rose up and looked at Sam. "What?" You were confused, why would you not tell them if you got hurt? You looked over your body for any marks as Dean spoke, "Why else would you take so damn long?" You glared at him, "Sorry, I guess I won't enjoy my showers anymore." You laid back down, Dean looked at you with a pang of guilt you didn't see. He was just, in his own way, trying to check on you.

When both Sam and Dean had showered, you packed up your stuff, not caring if you left anything behind, you led out the door, crawling into the backseat of the impala. As you started rolling out, you realized it was going to be a long trip when the first wave of nausea hit you. Leaning into the window, enjoying the cold, you closed your eyes, knowing sleep would not come.

About two hours into the trip back to the bunker, after not saying a single word, you finally spoke up. "Dean," he looked at you through the rearview mirror, "pull the car over, Sam you gotta let me out." Dean was a little shocked, "What," he said quickly. "Pull the car over, before I hurl in your baby." At that, the car near immediately stopped, Sam quickly allowing you to get out. Almost as soon as your foot hit the ground, before you were even all the way out of the car, vomit spewed from your mouth. Sam was rubbing your back, not sure why you were sick, as you'd never gotten car sick.

Dean got out of the car, circling it to come to your side, worry written all over his face. Dean replaced Sam, Dean whispering something to him that you couldn't hear over the splashing on the road. You heard the car door shut, and felt Dean pull your hair back. Once you were done, Dean, helping you raise up, asked, "What's going on?" You looked at him, worry still plastered on his face.

"Nothing, I just got car sick," still feeling like you could throw up, you took a deep breath. The pain of your headache intensified by the fit. Dean laughed a little, "You've never gotten car sick in your life," shaking his head and adding, "I mean," down to a whisper, "are you pregnant?" You had to laugh a little, regretting as pain soared through your head, "No, Dean, why would you even ask that?"

"Well, in the same night you take an hour longer showering than you usually do and vomit on the side of the road." He smirked, reminiscing, "I mean after our encounter a couple of months ago-" You had to interrupt him, "We fucked once, I also recall telling you I was on birth control." Dean chuckled, "What can I say? I've got strong swimmers." Smug son of a bitch. "I'm not, can we please just go home? I got car sick, it happens."

Dean got very serious, "Not until you tell me what's going on, I'm worried now." Silently panicking, afraid that if you told them you had chronic migraines they'd think you couldn't go on hunts and you'd be alone again, but really not wanting him to worry, you finally spoke up, "It's just a migraine." Dean's face contorted in confusion, "A migraine? Since when do you get migraines?" You looked away from him, toward the trees lining the side of the road, "They're chronic, I've had them for years." Deans face softened, he reached for his passenger door and opened it for you, allowing you to crawl in.

"You all right?" Sam spoke from the backseat, thankful you didn't have to crawl back there again. You just nodded, bringing your knees to your chest and lying back against the window with your eyes closed. Dean started the car and after a few minutes he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Why didn't you just tell us?" Sam didn't say anything, also wanting to know why this was such a big deal for you to keep a secret.

You took a sharp breath in, not moving a muscle, not even looking at them, "I was afraid you'd tell me I couldn't hunt with you guys anymore." Dean looks at sam through the rearview, the guilt on Sams face matching his own, "We would never-" Dean gripped the wheel a little tighter, "We would have worked around them, so you can be home when they're this bad. It wouldn't be puking on the side of the road horrible." Dean shook his head, reaching across to you to rub your arm, you looked at him, and he jerked his head in a come here motion. You did as you were told, starting to scoot over, he redirected your movements so your head was in his lap. His fingers running through your hair, his hand finding the back of your neck apply just a tiny bit of pressure right at the base of your skull, rubbing up and down softly, alleviating some of the pain, somehow letting you sleep the remaining trip.

When you woke up Sam was already out of the car, Dean opening your door you sleepily sat at the edge of the seat, head throbbing. Putting your hand on your forehead, elbow on the back of his bench seat, eyes still closed, you felt Dean pull your hands to his neck. "No," you jerked back, eyes filled with tears at how bad the morning light was making you feel, "I can walk." Dean huffed, "Shut up and let me carry you." You resigned and put your arms around his neck, laying your head in the crook of his neck, loving how he smelled.

You noticed as he carried you in, every single light that could be out, was. Sam must've done that for you. Opening the door to his room, you started to protest, "Shhh," he gently laid you on the bed and pulled the covers up for you, "just let me." Dean left the room, you're not sure where, but there was a pang of sadness in your chest, wanting to be near him. He came back and placed a cool rag on the back of your neck and one on your forehead, he touched your lips, slowly dragging his thumb over your lips, speaking softly, "Open up, let this pill dissolve on your tongue okay? It might be a little nasty, but it'll help." You took the pill, as it started to dissolve you scrunched up your face at the nasty taste, causing Dean to chuckle.

Dean headed to he door, it was now or never, "Will-" you started and your voice broke a little, you're not sure out of embarrassment or pain, "will you stay?" Dean smiled at you, coming to the side of the bed, crawling under the covers with you, "As long as you want me." You rolled over to him, laying your head on his chest as he put his arm around you. He started playing with your hair, running his fingers up and down your arm.

You wanted to be able to properly enjoy this, but your head hurt so bad. After about fifteen minutes you couldn't help but cry, silently, wanting the headache to go away. Dean noticed, feeling his damp shirt, he didn't say anything, just kissed your head. "They're not normally this bad," you sniffled, "I can usually push through them." Dean started rubbing your back, knowing how nervous you were to tell them, not really understanding why you'd believe they would say you couldn't hunt with them. "Y/n," he contemplated on what to say.

"You don't have to hide anything from us, you don't have to push through them, if you're in pain it's okay, we all have our faults, you don't ever have to be afraid that we'd tell you to leave. You're our family now, we need you. I need you." Your heart skipped a beat, did he really need you? In what way does he need you? "What do you mean?" Dean had to admit it, had to come clean, now or never.

"I don't mean just hunts," you looked up at him, shocked, tear stained eyes which broke his heart. He gently cupped your face, leaning forward and bringing his lips to yours, you instantly responded, pressing into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, he pulled back, "God you taste better than ever." You laughed, laying your head back down, "Okay, I understand." He couldn't do chick flic, it was hard enough for him to say he needed you, but he needed you to know.

Sam came in, replacing your rags, "You want some more medicine?" You nodded, pushing your hand on Dean's chest so he knew he couldn't get up. "Sammy, she'd love that but doesn't want me to get up." Sam laughed, your cheeks flushing, "No problem, Y/n." Dean placed his hand on yours, "I feel like a bath might help, I can run you one." You shrugged, "lotta work." Dean copied your shrug, "Not really, just gotta start the water and put the bubbles in." You instantly responded, talking over him, "Not you, me," you pause and lifted your head to looked at him, eyebrow cocked, "bubbles? I don't have bubbles?" Dean laughed heartily, "Not you, me. My bubbles and my work, I'll do it all, nothing I ain't seen before." He winked at you, smug bastard. You laid your head back down on his chest, shrugging again.

Sam came back, Dean lifting his hand up to take the medicine from Sam as you lifted yourself up and grabbed the cup from him, "It's coffee, it might help." You couldn't turn to face him, didn't want to, "Thank you so much." Sam smiled, but you couldn't see, "Of course, anything." You heard the door close softly as you took your place back on Dean, resting the cup on his chest.

After a few minutes after you had taken the medicine, Dean slid from underneath you, taking the coffee cup, causing you to groan in displeasure. Dean chuckled, and headed toward the bathroom. Once in there he lit a singular candle, started the water, and put the bubbles in. Coming back to you he wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you move your limbs to where they needed to be.

He sat you down on the bathroom sink, while he took his shirt off you removed your own. He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you. Dean wanted to tell you how gorgeous you were, wanted to touch you, but he knew you were more than not up for it. He knows when to be respectful and when to be downright filthy. You slid off the counter, you pushed your pants down, just enough so they could effortlessly fall off of you.

Dean stepped into the tub first, holding his hand out to you. You happily took it, just wanting to lie back down. Dean put your back to him, wrapping an arm around you he slunk to the ground, water splashing lightly. He pulled you back to him, allowing you to lay your head back on him. His fingers found their way to your scalp, applying a small amount of pressure, taking some of your pain. You had no idea that the Dean Winchester could be this, soft.

You just laid there with Dean, letting the water sooth you, letting Dean make this better. You couldn't think, just lay. You don't know how long you laid there, laid in complete silence with Dean taking care of you. "Do you want me to touch you?" Dean spoke, barely loud enough that you could hear him, you hummed, wordlessly asking what he meant. "I did some research while we were in the bed, lots of women have said that masturbating can seriously help." Still speaking softly, making sure that you weren't going to get overstimulated. You thought for a minute, all the times that you had touched yourself in hopes for the pain to lessen-all the times it worked. "Mhmm." Dean just continued rubbing your scalp, "Say it." A twinge of need pooled inside you, "Touch me Dean, I want it."

Dean needed no further encouragement, he needed to know this is what you wanted, needed you to admit it. He wasted no time, slowly working his hands to your nipples, fingers teasing, tickling their way to touch you. He twirled your nipples between his thumb and index finer, gently pulling them up, eliciting a whimper from you. "Don't worry good girl, I'm gonna make you feel better." Deans hands trailed to your waist, pulling you up a couple of inches, giving him better access.

Dean's right hand tiptoed to your clit, gently rubbing your bundle of nerves, rubbing circles until your hips bucked forward, wanting more. Dean's left hand moving to your lower stomach, resting lazily. You opened your eyes and stared into his eyes, a soft moan falling from your lips, "More." Dean smirked, quickly raising his left hand to push your head back, nonverbally communicating for you to rest, just enjoy this, then returning his hand to it's home.

Dean's thick fingers slid inside you with a thrilling stretch, you gasped, forgetting how good he filled you up. "Good girl, I know you can take it," Dean started to pump his fingers slowly, curling them upwards to hit just the right spot. "Mmmm," you hummed, almost singing, "please." Dean sped up, his fingers hitting your g-spot, palm rubbing your clit, you clenched tightly around him, slowing him down but making him damn near growl. You bucked your hips forward, panting, squeezing his wrist with one hand and grabbing the side of the tub with the other. "Gonna make you cum," Dean nipped your earlobe, a whimper. "Gonna show you that you need me," moved to your neck, a moan. "Gonna remind you what it feels like to gush around me," another nibble, another kiss. A desperate desire pooled in your belly, pussy clenching, clit throbbing. "You gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers like a good girl?" Dean pressed his left hand down, the pressure sending you over the edge, you spasmed around his fingers, legs shaking, juices leaking out of you and into the tub. He let you ride it out, until your legs had calmed and you had stopped pulsating around his fingers. He moved his hands back to your scalp, continuing the previous scalp massage.

You tried to catch your breath, his thick cock resting between your legs, you could almost see it throb. You reached in-between your legs, starting to pump his cock but he moved your hand. "No," he kissed your lips, then your forehead, "once you're feeling better we can discuss it." You moved your hand to rest on his thigh, "can we just lay here a minute?" He hummed in approval, letting you close your eyes and enjoy the moment of bliss.

After awhile, you had almost fallen asleep, Dean started to get up, slowly dragging himself out of the tub careful not to disturb you too much. Once Dean had found the towel in the under lit room he reached his hand to you, helping you stand up. You stepped out of the tub, reaching for the towel but he pulls it just out of your reach. Dean sighs, "You may feel a little better but I still want to take care of you," starting to pat you dry, making sure to get the dripping tips of your beautiful hair, "I want to, please let me." You let him finish drying you off, let him slip his own shirt and boxers on you, wondering when he'd have gotten them. You even let him carry you back to his bed. Once he laid down, you were immediately beside him, filling the perfect spot next to him. "Sleep." He commanded, it was not a suggestion, and you did.

When you woke up, your back was facing Dean, his chest pressed to you, arm wrapped tightly around you like you'd run. You turned a little to look at his sleeping form, surprised when his eyes fluttered open, "Mornin', any better?" You turned towards him, placing your leg between his, your own arm underneath his and wrapped around him, "Manageable." You laid there, for how long you weren't sure. Eventually Dean spoke up, "We should go get some breakfast." You nodded, reluctantly rolling to the side of his bed, swinging your legs over.

You and Dean walked to the kitchen, Sam already cooking, hearing you cross the threshold into the kitchen he spun around. Upon realizing you guys had gotten up he immediately grabbed the coffee pot and filled up the cup sitting next to a few pills on the counter and creamer. You gently chuckled, "What a saint," you slapped Deans arm. "I told you," Dean started as you sat down and he moved to get his own cup of coffee, "we could've helped you manage."

You started fiddling your thumbs, not able to look at the boys, "I know-sigh-I was afraid, I'm sorry, I know it's dumb but-" looking to Dean, "I was afraid I'd be too much, lose the family I've come to love. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Sam turned to you, pausing from the breakfast. "It's not dumb, Y/n. If you're hurting, if you're struggling, if you're afraid, we face it together, all three of us. Because you're right, we're family, and you belong here. Your problems are ours." Dean beside you now, hand placed on your back, thumb drawing small figure eight's, "We can help you, face anything this hellhole throws at us, stick together and say fuck it together," a kiss placed on your lips, pressing into you with loving force, "you just have to let me."

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gangtheway · 4 years

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42 45 50 gogogo

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

i do both simultaneously. but given that im sitting all day at work, i flop on couches like no other. then slep.

45. favorite pajamas?

some kinda sweatpant/pj pant with pockets (not flannel unless its actually cold out) and a tshirt from somewhere that was giving out free tshirts at some point in my life.

shirt n socks optional depending on temperature

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

i am constantly flip flopping between extravagant mansion with hidden passages and secret rooms/ small house within walking distance to a supermarket where i can just lock myself in, emerging only for supplies on an annual basis.

but see a big house is harder to clean and also im gonna be living alone and at that point the only upside is the acoustics of a big house for dramatic speeches to a dog.

definitely needs a slot for mail and packages. maybe a smart fridge so i stop eating spoiled food. roomba for cleaning up. A/C and heater is a must. black-out curtains bc fuckt he sun.

aaaa i want a library even though i havent read an actual book in YEARS. mostly so i can hide doors behind bookshelves. Oh. I could put a whole fucking maze behind bookshelves just for funsies since this is a dream house. I will build a hidden labyrinth for brooding and also maybe so when i die no one can find my body until a couple of intrepid teens happen upon it years later and go on an adventure.

oh you know what lets put a big ol tv in here somewhere for games. and like 50 really good computers incase i break one. homeless people can come into the computer room and use them. there’s free laptops and phones for them too. they came with the house shhh. there’s a 3d printer.

one room has the entire library of alexandria in it. i saved it by making a time paradox and now its in my house that can be filleld with literally anything. i cant read any of them though bc im dumb. so there’s like a scientist chilling in my house too i guess.

one room opens to space. just as an option. yes there is an endless vacuum behind this door and yes it will kill me instantly but its fuckign SPACE. i can shoot shit through a vacuum tube to go into space too. i shoot all my embarrassing poetry adn art into space and the aliens make a religion about them. im the 7th grade god now.

oh yeah theres a room filled with money. actually its a corridor full of doors that lead into the bank accounts of the rich. like the physical versions of them. i use this corridor to become robin hood and finally find fulfillment in life. i steal all the crown jewels and send them to their countries of origin. OH and also doors into museums. im gonna do crimes of culture. save the cultures. give them their art back. and leave a calling card with just a crude drawing of a dick at the museum. i become known as the cock crusader but SURPRISE i didnt have a cock this whole time its the perfect crime.

theres another room thats a straight up time machine. i go into the past and un-birth hitler. i seduce his mom/dad/grandpappy and then also matchmake them to randos. i proceed to appear at various points in history as a mythical creature. i m the mothman i predict the tragedies now.

i have a room of spiders. i throw my enemies in there. i dont really have any enemies yet. i hope one day i will so i dont waste the spider room.

theres probably a pool somewhere too. it’s filled with the cure for all disease but it doesnt work unless you have less than 1 million dollars of material wealth. i dont make the rules. the pool does.

at least one room is noneuclidean. i dont know how it works either so take it up with god

theres a room with real pokemon. no mr mimes though bc he freak me out. tbh its mostly pikachus bc im basic af with my faves and pikachu herds sound adorable and i will die.

another room is like. a room where you go and talk to people who died. not like a dedicated ouija room. thats in the bomb shelter. no like you sit at a table and their soul just floats on over and theres a hologram and everything.

i have a ton of robots. theyre all vaguely sexy. they make me uncomfortable but i am irresponsible with my power

one room has a megaphone. when you speak into it it doesnt make any noise but instead it beams your voice into the mind of who youre thinking of. i use it to brighten the days of my friends and destroy the psyches of my enemies. still dont have any enemies yet. would it be overkill to do this in addition to the spiders?

there is an attic filled with mannequins. this is my nightmare room. i never go there and i pretend it doesnt exist. when someone wanders in there, their heads follow their movement wordlessly. they dont do anything but its really unnerving and no one likes it.

there is a completely soundproof room that i go into and make whatever noises i want. no one can hear me here. i practice doing accents where no one can hear how bad and ashamed i am. even with no one else listening, i get self-conscious. this room is now the Screaming Room for makign stress noises in.

one room is filled with conversation starter cards and a mirror. i go here and study often. the cards ask me about my childhood traumas and i burn them. the room is now a room for pep-talks. i get self-conscious halfway through the peptalk and walk out, dejected. why is talking so hard.

one room opens into a ranch. it’s where we put all the shelter pets. there are therapy areas for them so they learn love and be loved again. they run in large open areas and are happy and fuzzy and clean and full. it’s staffed by people who know how toactually take care of animals. i go there sometimes to get swarmed by big ol dogs and big ol cats and so many fuzzy babies. then i go to the allergy removal room bc i didnt think that through.

there’s a never-ending food room. i dont know where it comes from or how fully-prepared food just appears like that. world hunger is ended and im still a lazy shit and forget to eat more than a single tortilla. the food doesnt make you sick or unhealthy its just good food that tastes good and feels good and is good. there is maybe an onion corner and i dont acknowledge its existence aside from the occassional glance.

theres a dumb bitch dungeon for the people i have a one-sided hatred for who ruin life for the entire planet. it shoots off into space. they get dissected and analyzed by aliens. the aliens decide to never come to earth bc jfc is this really what yall do. a small price to pay. maybe other aliens might come and be chill. i have a room for the aliens just in case.

theres other houses for people i care about and a few more for those i dont yet know that i care about. no rent. just a place to live and be happy. its filled with friends and happiness and i really want this eldritch abomination of a house now.

im v sleepy OH YEAH AND A RLY BIG CRAFT ROOM

#answerin asks #this got outta hand #dream house means dream house which means literally limited by my imagination adn the depths of my psyche #we dont talk about nightmare room it is a bad dream and thats all there is to say #rambleramble #poketoa #asked n answered

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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The morning after - Part 1

Summary: Reader wakes up next to the Winchesters…naked. Like always - after the fun there will be consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Castiel

Warnings: language, implied smut, smut (flashbacks), unplanned pregnancy (wrap it kiddos!), angst, sad reader, jealous reader (a bit)

The morning after Masterlist

Waking up your head feels like it got hit with a baseball bat. Your mouth tastes like whiskey mixed with the taste of someone else’s tongue.

Flinching you realize you’re completely naked and your whole body feels exhausted.

Turning around you see someone lying next to you…naked. God what did you do last night?

Trying to figure out who lies next to you, you tilt your head. Oh god…Sam…Sam is laying next to you…a naked Sam.

Ashamed you turn around only to see Dean on the other side of the bed…naked too.

Fucking shit what did you do last night? According to your soreness and exhaustion you assume you had sex … with both men.

Hiding your face in the palms of your hands you try to calm down. Your mind is racing and your head is spinning. God how did you end up in bed with your hunting partners?

The hunt…whiskey…a lot of whiskey. Trying to focus what happened last night you close your eyes.

You drank with the boys and then you played... oh fuck Dean suggested strip poker. You remember Dean won; of course he won that little fucker.

You were left in your underwear. You remember kissing Sam to at least keep your panties…

You remember Dean kissing down your spine…then…nothing…blank…

Fuck what did you do? Groaning you take a deep breathe … Maybe you didn’t fuck them?

But the sticky feeling between your thighs tells another story…oh god you didn’t use protection? Shit, shit…you’re on birth control…but shit!

Wait did you take your pill yesterday? Oh god, did you?

Whining you try to remember but all you can remember is Sam eating you out…fuck he was good at it! Focus, Y/N, goddamn focus!

But the next thing you remember is Dean switching places with Sam and shit his cock … fuck … so deep inside of you. Groaning he fucked you into the mattress.

Focus…did you take your pill? But your mind is busy showing you Dean and you moving in sync while Sam is watching and shit you came so hard and then…no, no…then you fucked Sam too. Awesome!

He was even bigger and rough…shit Sammy was rough. You never thought he would … fucking shit focus! Did you take your pill?

Whining you try to remember anything useful, but all you can see is Sam and Dean fucking you in the best way possible.

“God what did I do? Fuck!” You mutter.

“Correct Sweetheart!” Dean chuckles.

“Dude! Not so loud!” Sam groans.

“What did we do?” You whisper.

“We had fun last night.” Dean answers.

“Dean we crossed a line!” You mutter.

“Sorry but you were so hot and half naked…” Sam groans kissing your shoulder.

“I think I need a shower.”

“All three of us.” Dean chuckles wiggling his eyebrow.

“Not a chance, I can’t remember much but I’m beyond sore.” You scold.

“What a pity. Maybe we should make you remember?” Dean groans before kissing you roughly.

“Did one of you use protection?” You ask.

“Shit…not.” Sam stammers. “Dean?”

“Fuck…no…we were too busy…shit. Birth control?”

“I’m on pill but I can’t remember if I took it yesterday.”

“Wait you swallowed a pill before we drank whiskey.” Sam says and you sigh relieved.

“Thank Chuck!”

“So shower all three of us?” Dean insists.

“Dean I’m sore and maybe we shouldn’t do this again…” You whisper.

“But you had fun too.” Sam whines.

“I barely remember the fun! I was beyond drunk…”

“You said you want us … both.” Dean insists.

“I can’t remember.” You lie.

Jumping out of the bed you almost run into the shower.

“Do you think she regrets last night?” Sam asks sad.

“No, she lied. Can see through he façade. She’s a bit ashamed I guess.”

2 weeks later

Watching the boys flirting with another chick you feel anger boiling up your stomach. They fucked you and told you you’re something special and now they… well after the fight the morning after you guess Sam and Dean aren’t interested any longer.

Sighing you watch them until…oh god…Why is your stomach rumbling? …shit… Running into the restrooms you say goodbye to your dinner. What’s wrong with you?

Since over a week you feel exhausted, your stomach rumbles and…oh no…god, please no.

Leaving the bar you storm toward your car. There was a drugstore nearby the motel.

After buying a pregnancy test you drove back to the motel. Starring at the positive test in your hand you start crying. Sitting on the bathroom floor you don’t know what to do.

“No, no.” You sob.

“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Sam asks concerned. You didn’t realize they came back too.

Sobbing you show him the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re pregnant?”

Nodding you start crying. “Don’t cry, maybe it’s wrong.” Sam tries to sooth you.

“Hey, whoa what did you do Sammy?” Dean grunts.

“She’s pregnant.”

“Baby, don’t cry. Does the father know?” Sam asks.

“What? I don’t know who the father is!” You yell.

“So many guys?” Sam asks again.

“No! Only you two in the last two years. I didn’t have sex with someone else! How can you think … I’m not a whore!” You sob.

“I thought you’re on birth control.” Sam says.

“I am and you said I took my pill.”

“You see…I’m not sure.” He stammers now and Dean eyes widen.

“But you said you saw me taking my pill! If I would’ve known I could’ve taking plan B!” You yell at Sam.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to kill the mood, so I lied.” Sam admits.

“Great! Now I’m pregnant and got no clue who knocked me up!” You grunt. Starting to cry again you can’t stop the tears from falling down. Honestly you always wanted a baby, but not like that.

“Hey, we’re going to fix this.” Dean tries to sooth you.

“Fix? A baby ain’t a car!” You grunt.

“Do you want to keep it?” Sam asks softly.

“I don’t know…” Sniffing you wipe away the tears. You already made your decision seeing the two blue stripes.

“You want to keep it - right?” Dean says smiling.

Humming you look at the test again. “Don’t worry I’ll leave the bunker. Still got my old hut.” You whisper.

“You won’t leave pregnant with my baby.” Sam orders.

“Minutes ago you thought I fucked so many guys that I don’t know who the father is.” You snap at him.

“Hey Sammy didn’t mean it that way. Let’s bring you home. Castiel can check the baby and we make an appointment for an ultrasound.” Dean whispers. Picking you up he carefully places you on the bed.

“I should leave. You two don’t want a baby with a one night stand.” You whisper.

“How dare you calling the mother of our child a one night stand!” Sam scolds.

“But that’s the truth. You were head over heels for the chick at the bar. I was just an easy lay for one night, nothing more.”

“We weren’t head over heels. She was a vamp. Killed her outside the bar.” Dean explains.

“Oh…” Casting your look down you play nervously with your fingers.

“Let’s drive back to the bunker and Cas checks on you. Tomorrow we’ll make an appointment for you to see a doctor.” Sam says softly.

“Okay…”

Smiling Sam picks you up to carry you toward the Impala. “I can walk Sam.” You scold.

“No, you didn’t feel well.” Placing you into the backseat Sam sits next to you.

“Lay in my lap, I’ll stroke your back. I read that this can help a pregnant woman relax.”

“You read an article about pregnant women?” You ask giggling.

“Always be prepared.” Sam states.

“Not always…”

“Sorry, this is all Dean’s and my fault. We were too hot and bothered … too eager to finally be with you to think straight.”

“I decided to drink so much and if I remember right I kissed you first…well to keep my panties.”

“But in the end you lost your panties too.” Dean says chuckling.

“Not funny Dean.”

“Come one Y/N it was funny. Now I’ll drive us back and then we make you feel comfortable. But first Cas will check on you.” Starting the engine Dean looks in the rear view mirror at you smiling.

“We don’t know who the father is.” You whisper.

“Doesn’t matter. We are the father, both of us. So don’t worry, we’ll take care of you and our baby.” Dean states not excepting any argument.

Back at the bunker Dean drags Cas out of his room to check on you.

“Cas please check on Y/N she’s pregnant from one of us.” Dean pleas.

Smiling Castiel touches your belly. Closing his eyes his features darken.

“We’ve got a problem. There are two babies. Y/N is pregnant with a new vessel for Michael…” At this words Dean starts smiling and Sam sighs disappointed.

“…and a new vessel for Lucifer.” Castiel ends his sentence concerned.

Sam looks at your stunned form, hugging you tight he can’t stop smiling. You’re going to have his baby and well Dean’s, but you’re going to have a baby with him.

“Oh god…two babies?” You whisper scared.

“Shhh…we’re going to make this work.” Dean tries to sooth you. Gently stroking your back he locks eyes with Sam. Nodding Sam let go of you so Dean can hold you tight.

“How can Y/N be pregnant from both of you?” Castiel asks confused.

“Well…we…had sex together.” Sam blurs out.

“Oh…I see.” Turning crimson Cas casts his look down. “We need to keep her safe. Not just the demons will be after her, the angels too.”

“She’s our girl, the mother of our children. We’ll make sure she’s safe.” Dean states holding you even tighter.

“We kill everyone who tries to come close to her.” Sam adds. Kissing the crown of your head he smiles again.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I just leave…”

“No.” Dean says tighten his embrace.

“But we only had sex as we were drunk!” You insist.

“I wasn’t drunk and Sammy only had half a whiskey. We just…we know we shouldn’t have taken advantage of your drunken state but we always wanted you.” Dean rasps.

“Oh…you wanted me?”

“Always…we just agreed you’re off limits, but when you kissed Sammy and then me we couldn’t resist any longer.”

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask biting your lip.

“God, yes.” Sam groans behind you.

“Then we should do it sober this time as I want to remember every detail...”

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charleshero · 3 years

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finally its done my first book is done this is for a book series i am making this is the first book whoo hooo!

Author: Mr Deadly family created: it started Nov 28 2020 Genres: Fantasy, Horror, comedy, half a true story, Which country of origin was this book made: Canada Inspirations: my life, some friends, my own country and imagination, Will you make more books?: “soon probably’’ Do you have a fandom for this?: “yes i currently do’’ What is your age?: “Fourteen’’ What is your Dreams?: ‘’ i honestly have a couple dreams i don't know if i can list them all but i want to be a baker, a famous book writer, A talented artist, and a therapist, What’s your favourite messaging app?: “discord cause that’s where i started” Do you have any websites? “ a website about a show i'm working on with some idea’s What's the plot?: a kid with a average life but things have taken a bad to a good turn to a strange unique adventure

The Child the aunt and the godmother Book 1:

Chapter 1

I woke up in bed feeling average, like I did everyday, nothing strange, just plain old normal. I had a shower and got dressed. I went to go get my shoes on but I found two letters. it must have come from the mail slot. One from a hospital about my parents, the second about me going to live with my aunt. At this point you could guess I read number one. I was frustrated and sad to hear my parents had died in a car crash. I hid in my room and cried until my aunt knocked on the door. So I went to go open it. As I opened the door I noticed a weird happy grin on my aunt's face. I had two thoughts: number one she killed my parents or number two she was glad to have someone go live with her, since she was always lonely. She could see my finger twitch as she looked at me. ''Don't worry I wont hurt you'' she said as she picked me up and hugged me tightly ''I miss them too'' she said somehow I felt calm enough to fall asleep in her arms, when I woke up I found myself in bed, in a room, I've never seen before, it had all my stuff in it as well.. She must have packed up my stuff and put it in one of the rooms in her house.I Stretched and yawned remembering the letter I've tried to prevent myself from crying but it didn't work tears flowed down my cheeks my aunt heard and immediately opened the door she hugged me tightly more tighter than she's ever hugged me "shhh i'm here shhh'' she said trying to make me calm after awhile i stopped crying and told my aunt why i was crying she looked at my eyes and told me something "it's ok Dear i'll always be here for you i'll try to show you I love you" I smiled happily hearing those words she saw my smile and she smiled back she was about to speak again "would you like a tour of the house? and maybe even the forest?" Yes I said she stopped hugging me and stood up ''come on let's go hun^^" he thought to himself ive never been called hun before. Ok I replied and stood up out of bed i held her hand and she held my hand tightly like how a mother bear would protect her young my aunt has been denied more then she has counted all she has ever wanted was to start her own family I can tell This means alot to her that she hopes this will work that she hopes i'll stay with her she showed me the bedrooms of the house even her own room she showed me where the bathrooms are, The living room, The kitchen, even the nice cozy fireplace i felt at home at this place already but the tour didn't stop there.

Chapter 2

She showed me where the house phone was located "only use it in case of emergencies sweety" she said calmly ok i'll remember that i said The next spot was the basement i told her i was afraid of the dark she laughed a little "what are you afraid somethings gonna hurt you?" I looked down at the ground feeling like i'm being bullied. She felt bad "h-hey i was just joking i'm just not used to caring for anyone i swear i'll try my best can you forgive me?" yes i forever you i said a little bit embarrassed she turned on the basement light and we went down stairs the room was well lighted i saw a picture of my mom and my aunt in the picture they looked about five or four "let me show you something about this picture" she said as she took it out of the frame it showed my aunt holding a strange creatures hand the creature had golden eyes, it had horns kind of like a goat's horns it had a skull for a head and a slim body it wore a old crown the creature looked female you could tell because it had round things near its chest like all females have who's that i said curiously and a little bit scared "oh yeah your mother never told you about her well she's your god mother she's a wendigo'' I backed up scared wondering if this was a trap my aunt smiled softly she giggled "hey it's gonna be alright i swear i'll explain everything'' she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder I hugged her tightly and she hugged back "do you want to go meet your god mother? she's nice i promise me, your godmother, and your mother always hung out together when we were children'' s-sure i said nervously she kissed me on the head and she grabbed my hand again as we went up on the stairs i had a couple thoughts. 1. is she gonna sacrifice me i don't wanna die! .2. Is she gonna feed me to that creature?! .3. Am I asleep or is this all real??............................ I hope not he thought to himself his finger twitched again which meant i was nervous very very nervous I said absolutely nothing for awhile but i built up the courage to ask her a question Am i gonna die is this all real?! “Your not gonna die hun and yes this is of course real come on lets go we dont wanna wait until tomorrow do we?” Of course not, I replied.

Chapter 3

we stopped at the house door and my aunt turned to me "oh yeah forgot to mention we should put on winter clothes so we don't get frostbite" I looked at her curiously winter clothes? wait are we on a mountain or something why would we need winter clothes? She looks at me giggling "oh yeah that's right you slept the whole way in my arms hehe you were adorable when you were sleeping and yes were on a mountain'' Oh ok I walked away and went to my room i closed the door as i started getting undressed i gathered my winter clothes and i putted them on i went to go to the house door to wait for my aunt it was a couple minutes to wait for her she was wearing black winter clothes we both putted are shoes on and headed out into the cold forest of this unique mountain the wind was howling the crunching snow under are feet was soft and nice. I started sneezing and getting a little cold. I thought I was getting sick. My aunt noticed and worried “do you think you’ll be ok?” She asked like a very very worried mother. Yes I'll be fine I promise auntie we went back to walking we said nothing the wind was howling loudly The breeze was very very cold more cold then a cold bath of ice I could feel my body getting colder and colder I hummed to myself to pass the time After I was done humming my aunt faced me she ruffled my hair saying i was silly and she wondered where i heard that song i told her i heard it from a stereo once i said happily she nodded smiling we played eye spy for a while my aunt won of course but soon i Yawned tiredly my aunt smiled "are you tired?" Nope i'm not tired i replied "ok then i was just checking she ruffled my hair again i smiled. .

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Chapter 4

We’ve been walking for a while. We’ve been going in circles. I wondered if I looked at my aunt. She smiled her normal happy smile “Where almost there I promise, do you trust me?” of course i trust you your my aunt i said to her she picked me up and placed me on her shoulder she tickled me making me laugh happily we soon arrived to a old looking cabin we went in and she placed me down my aunt was searching for something in there What are you looking for? i asked “a gateway to your godmother's house this is only the entrance we will be teleported into her house do you still trust me?’’ Of course i do i replied a little bit worrying if she was going insane “there it is’’ She grabbed my arm and pulled a lever we were teleported into a house i heard birds chirping a bright sun i saw bright beautiful roses this place looks like a world of imagine could this be real? ‘’Of course it's real darling” it is? ah ok Then I said curiously My aunt held my hand “where in her garden located on the Sixth room” The Sixth room how many rooms does she have? I looked at my aunt and I thought this adventure was amazing. “no idea never really counted the rooms but do you really wanna know why your mom never told you about your godmother?” Yes i certainly wanna know i was thinking about why she has never told me about her Do you know why auntie? “Yes i do…...when your mom got married to your dad she found your godmother trying to break him apart by going into his dreams, Scaring him and stealing his money he got from work from all his hard work years later When you were birthed well when you came out of your mom Your godmother was there she was giddy and happy she was very excited She wanted to come up with a wendigo nickname or even just a name She even wanted to hold you and spend time with you, your mom and your dad But something happened between your mom and your godmother your mom snapped she said your godmother couldn't give you name’s and that your godmother is a bad influence because of all the fun and scary adventures we did as children she even told your godmother that there friendship is over for the first time in probably never your godmother was angry and said she broke the window of the hospital and when your dad came in the room your godmother bite him on the arm causing him to bleed she turned to black smoke vanishing back to her home and that’s why your mother and father never mentioned your godmother….” I….. but w-why was my mom so harsh i know she was trying to protect me b-but f-family should stick together and n-not fight tears came from my eyes my aunt noticed quickly she hugged me tightly she sang me a song to calm me down it was a song ive never heard of before “shh little goat dont cause tear;s because auntie’s gonna make the bad person die and if that person’s blood isn't spilled she;s gonna hug and kiss you on the cheek until you’ll feel better’’

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Chapter 5

I've seen to have now fallen asleep in my aunts arms again her voice was very smooth it was like silk it was filled with beauty she had black hair and she always wore black clothes she had white skin and green eyes while i just was just wearing a red shirt a winter hoodie pants snow boots i had black hair and black eyes with white pale skin my aunt carried me to a bedroom where she putted me in the center she didn't want to go take a long time to find a room to sleep in by herself so she got in bed and snuggled me tightly we were both warm and cozy we slept until the next day I opened my eyes and saw my aunt’s arms wrapped around me she was asleep i didn't wanna wake her i went back to sleep a couple minutes later she woke up and pinched me to try to wake me up i yawned and she smiled and yawned to we hugged tightly then we let go of eachother we stood up I stretched and she yawned again soon we were fully up we grabbed everything that belonged to us we walked out the bedroom and went a room that looked like a throne room i saw my godmother on the throne she was big and creepy and kinda cute i shook my head and lost that thought i didn't want to have the hots for my godmother i was curiously wondering if my godmother is a wendigo breeded with succubus i wondered if she was a mix or it was just well her gender that made her look strange “come on go see your godmother’’ i-iam to nervous i don't know if i can go over to talk to her i'm too frightened…… she had sighed and picked me up she placed me on her shoulders she walked over to her old friend aka my godmother The Female wendigo looked at us the wendigo stood up and got out of her throne She hugged my aunt tightly the wendigo turned her attention to me she had looked into my eyes wondering if my godmother will hurt me she gently took me off my aunts shoulder my god mother hugged me tightly smiling happily but kinda with a creepy looking grin i've never seen before The wendigo finally spoke “welcome to my home my god son its so nice to finally well get introduced you have your mother’s beautiful eyes you even look just like her even though your a boy” i spoke when she was finished “”t-thanks for the compliment i g-guess”” my aunt told my godmother why i was well with her my godmother looked sad to hear that my parents died she had pat my back gently and carefully “you poor little thing” She said worryingly.

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Chapter 6

My godmother puts me down. The godmother spoke again where are my manners you two must be starving. I'll get my butlers to serve food and follow me. She must have wanted to change the subject badly. She said walking into the direction we followed her and ended up in the kitchen. I saw blood on the ground. I saw two dead bodys and i saw one of the butler’s cooking the corpse i was scared i thought we were gonna be turned into food i was about to run out But the god mother noticed i was scared She opened her mouth “its ok dear your not gonna be a victim of mine i am neutral ok and i would never hurt you your all i have left of your mother i love you dear and here try some it's not bad She had grabbed a spoon of soup she putted the soup in my mouth and i swallowed it She smiled and spoke once more “that's a very good boy!^^ did you like it?” Actually yeah i replied a little bit shocked i liked the soup will i turn into a cannibal? i wondered my aunt spoke “don't worry dear she hurts bad people but when she’s very hungry she goes for good people and theses aren't human body’s so don't worry” She hugged him tightly it was the god mother’s turn to speak “i haven't had human in years i kinda miss the taste but remember i wouldn't harm you anyways let’s go to the dining room” *we saw her walk out the room going into another it was a nice long table it had candles on it the candles were bright the was pictures of my mom, my aunt and my godmother together through there adventures on the other wall was pictures of other wendigo’s probably my godmother’s family it was just a simple guess honestly. All three of us sat at the table my aunt and godmother sat beside me they probably did this because they didn't want me to well choke on something soon the butler’s have arrived they brought baked good’s and the soup’s made out of strange corpses one of the soups had a eye in them there was organ chilli and theses weird shaped cut brains must have been my godmother’s version of chicken nuggets there was pudding that looked like it was mixed with blood there was a cake called a bloodvet cake a velvet cake mixed with blood and there’s always a surprise in the cake it could be a hand, a head even a leg there was music playing in the background i couldn't put my finger on which song it was Strange and very new it was better then any song i've heard. When we were eating my godmother asked me a couple questions “so hun what’s your name? how old are you? and i bet you haven't seen good food like this before” Well my name is isaac i've always wanted to change my name i am currently fourteen and your right i've never had good food like this this is very very amazing but now it's my turn to ask questions how old are you godmother? and what’s your name? The god mother spoke “my name is marinette the queen of wendigo’s and age? Well that’s a secret so i'm just gonna say young hehe” ok then anyways i turn to my aunt what’s your name auntie? The aunt replied quickly “Melissa von Rose, that's my name dear” Thank you two for answering my questions and I am glad we got to know each other. The two women replied “your welcome hun.

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Chapter 7

The godmother Looked at me curiously ‘’so issac what would you change your name to if you don't like the name isaac” I replied instantly well i would prefer changing my name to Robbie it sounds like a very good name the name always interested me for some reason She looked at me in surprise “sounds like a wonderful name hey issac do you mind if i give you a little nickname?” sure godmother i don't mind and i feel like it's only fair since my mother didn't well let you pick me a name “well it's more of a nickname i’ll nickname you seeker and seeky” It's a beautiful nickname i love it^^ i replied with that answer soon we were done eating the butler’s cleaned up the table the godmother opened her mouth once again “How would you two like to spend the weekend here?” My aunt replied first “only if it's okay with you marinette” The god mother replied to that “of course it is” I was excited to hear all this. I was gonna spend time with two people I care about and two people who care about me. Maybe this could be my family instead. I hugged both of them tightly they hugged back smiling happily there smile looked like they had some type of hope they were probably hoping i would change their lives I yawned tiredly almost like a kitten both the females said “awww so cute” They both ruffled his hair after they were done ruffling his hair the god mother placed him on her shoulders she pinched his cheek gently she spoke “were all gonna have so much fun i promise this will make your life interesting no longer plain” I spoke when she was done talking this sounds fun already i don't know what else would be fun i said then melissa replied “that's the point hun there’s nothing more fun than this at all we walked out of the dining room all of us smiling very very happy we were glad to all be together we loved each other it was like they were a married couple and i was the son.

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Chapter 8

We had walked into the hallway heading to a room they must be putting me in bed i thought after all i did yawn tiredly they must think sleep is very important to me and my body my aunt had open the room door my godmother placed me into bed they both kissed me on the head smiling i closed my eyes my aunt turned on a lamp and told melissa why she turned on the light it's because i have a fear of the dark they walked out the room and closed the door i can't wait for the second adventure tomorrow I Thought to myself and fell asleep.

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END For BOOK 1

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its-just-kayy · 7 years

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A little too much-Newt x reader x leta

Hey guys. The original first part of the Newt x reader x leta thing got deleted and since being the awesome person who does not keep backup, i have re written this piece. So, guys here goes nothing

Also, the plot here differs with what i had written in the first one :3 hope you dont mind.I did not plan on doing that, but i am really really sorrryyyy. :3 :3 :3

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You were wrapped cosily in your blankets when you felt a soft tug at the corners and pulled the sheets right back into yourself with another tug.

Sighing, newt continued,”Love, you really need to get up now, like seriously please do please?”, you just grunted in reply.

“Darling, the occamies are giving birth today” This made you shoot right from your rather too comfy bed and within fifteen minutes you were in the case with your one and only, Newt.

The whole day was tiring and crazy yet seeing that happy smile on newt’s face just after the occamies gave birth, made the day a little more bearable. Gosh, you loved him.

Finally, you retreated to your room after dinner. With Newt resting his head on your lap while you just slowly ran your fingers through his thick, soft curls. Much to your dismay, the bell rang to detroy this perfect little moment. Wondering who that might be, you got from the bed thinking when Newt said-

“ Dont worry love i’ll get that”, you smiled in reply. Perks of dating a Hufflepuff, you smirked at this thought of yours.

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Newt stood there, in shock, disbelief and maybe a twinge of happiness when he saw Leta Lestrange (Thats her name rightt?!), after all these years standing at his doorstep a stuttering, sobbing mess who still looked stunningly beautiful. Quickly brushing these thoughts away. He asked her to come inside and gave her a blanket with tea.

“What Happened?, Newt asked, voice filled with concern.

“My boyfriend, he left me. For good, i moved out , i do-dont kno-ow wh-ere to go or wha-”, Leta replied, letting all of her tears flow out.

“Shhh... Its okay. I’m always here. Always”, he replied soothingly and added

“Let’s get you warmed up” a he motioned for her to follow him. Just then, you came to the hall wondering why Newt was taking so much time when you saw her. Leta in close proximity with your boyfriend for the past three years. You shook your head in utter disbelief. This is not real.

“What is she doing here?”

“(Y/N), not now please”, without saying another word he quietly left.

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Its been thre weeks since she had been here, at your home. You refused to accept this ridiculousness. Interrupting your train of thoughts, you saw Newt walking to you, without Leta by his side.

“Broke up with your girlfriend?”, you spat at him. You said, releasing all of your anger in this one sentence.

“What? I dont understand Darlin-”

“Darling? Oh, so you finally realised my existence huh? After three fricking weeks you realised my existence,I thought I mattered to you Newt, Hell three weeks earlier i would’ve sworn on my bloody life that you care about me, that you would care if i eat or sleep or die.Now, i am not so sure if I should stay. Not like you care, or i have a reason”

“THAT’S IT! (Y/N) You have not right to say that. You know I love you, i spent three years of my life with you.I live with you. Is that not reason to stay?”, he said looking hurt

“Is it really? Because the way I see it. The second, that bitch Leta walks in. You seem to forget all about me? Is that how it really is? Am I just a backup Plan for you? The one who always ends up picking up your broken pieces every time anyone hurt you, even if i end up getting hurt, but now you’re too occupied to notice. Me, having to stand up for you, to stand by you all these years, yet this is what you do Newt? Bring that exact person back into your life, who broke your heart and soul ages ago, to simply break your trust again?”, you continued seething at him

“You cannot talk about her like that (Y/N) let alone anyone else. Can you just respect my choices, for once? She is an old close friend. I cant just ask her to leave, your being paranoid (Y/N), She is going to stay as long as I like, as long as she likes.”, he shot back at you. This was the biggest argument you had ever broken into.

“And you definitely cannot leave”

“Watch me”, you got your bags which you had packed ages ago. It happened. Something you never dreamed of happening. Ever

PART TWO - MONDAY 19TH JUNE, 2017.

Until next time,

A rubbish Author- Kay

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slaive character chart (it long)

Character Chart Character’s full name: Slaive Tanaka Reason or meaning of name: uh when i was 13 i made him and he was born into slavery so he just rolled with it when he broke out the storys dumb i gotta redo it lmao// or change his name Character’s nickname: Kitten Reason for nickname: bc hes a catboy what do you want from me.... Birth date: January 13th Physical appearance Age: 20 How old do they appear: 20 Weight: variable, current story hes a shape shifter so it depends on his mood but hes like never skinny. id say 140 pounds ish? at least. hes usually got a lil chub Height: 5 feet Body build: pear shaped, nice hips, thighs n booty Shape of face: quite round with it getting more pointed towards his chin but not by much Eye color: his right eye is always colored but his left eye is a slightly dark red Glasses or contacts: he wears glasses to be cute sometimes lol Skin tone: pale, like almost grossly pale Distinguishing marks: a mole under his left eye, stretch marks on the back of his thighs and his butt and his hips, and patchy scars on the back of his neck Predominant features: he has really sultry and soft lips so he has a nice smile. his skin is also super soft and squishy Hair color: black Type of hair: silky and only slightly thick. not very textured but he mooses the back to make it spike slightly like sasuke hair Hairstyle: bangs cover his right eye, behind where his ears would be is mused to be fluffier and slightly spiked Voice: very very sweet, but not childish or naiive sounding. feminine, relatively normal, maybe a little high pitched. intonation is slightly motherly, cracks when he gets nervous/excited Overall attractiveness: hes hot lets face it. hes pretty attractive! Physical disabilities: i mean hes a clumsy ditz but nothing like a disability besides his right eye going slowly blind being behind his hair Usual fashion of dress: at home - off the shoulder shirts/dresses, never wears pants at home. out n about casual - flowy dresses, stockings, cute socks, bibs (those are like the shorts overalls). out n about tryin too hard - he wears lolita sometimes lmao so like sweet lolita with lots of accessories and hair clips and ribbons

Favorite outfit: off the shoulder sweater dress with noooo pants and cute thigh highs Jewelry or accessories: he wears a red fleece collar with a gold tag with an S on it Personality Good personality traits: Kind, Generous, Perceptive, Motherly, Loyal, Determined, Studious. Bad personality traits: Overly generous, Naiive, Stubborn, Ditzy, Overzealous, Blunt Mood character is most often in: Peppy! Sense of humor: jyushimatsu makes him laugh... and things like shitty tumblr memes... Character’s greatest joy in life: his dead mom :) Character’s greatest fear: losing his little brother Why? why?????? uh because thats his lil baby brother hes 8 years younger than him he loves him What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? uh losing his brother lmao hes all he lives for Character is most at ease when: he’s in the bath with hot cocoa and candles lit Most ill at ease when: he’s forced into new situations with no warning Enraged when: someone harasses someone else or his baby brother is hurt Depressed or sad when: he thinks about his mom or on just bad days Priorities: taking care of his brother and gaining enough money to live without worry Life philosophy: Do unto others as you want done unto you If granted one wish, it would be: To be filthy stinkin’ rich Why? He would want his mom back, but knows she passed because she was sick, so he wants to focus on keeping his brother and himself safe and well taken care of Character’s soft spot: his broooother, animals Is this soft spot obvious to others? oh yeah aaaabsolutely Greatest strength: his determination, physical strength, and flexibility Greatest vulnerability or weakness: being deceived, pretty people, kids (he cant be mean to ppl hes attracted to or that remind him of his brother lol) Biggest regret: not spending more time with his mom Minor regret: not knowing what to do about his brother was being bullied Biggest accomplishment: getting an apartment for his brother and himself Minor accomplishment: getting hired at a maid cafe lmao Past failures they would be embarrassed to have people know about: when he was little he couldnt understand why his bits were different from his moms and he cried about it, when he failed baking, when he went to a garden and tried to feed the ducks and was surrounded by them and had to be rescued by a group of strangers Why? uh bc its embarrassing lmao Character’s darkest secret: shhh thats private its a secret Does anyone else know? nope not a soul Goals Drives and motivations: mainly his brother Immediate goals: keeping he and his brother fed Long term goals: moving up in an art industry and becoming famous How the character plans to accomplish these goals: he has a few friends who are in college courses for art so he talks to them about it a lot to improve himself How other characters will be affected: he and his brother will be better off! Past Hometown: super countryside japan Type of childhood: difficult but happy Pets: none but he wants tons of pets First memory: smelling his moms pancakes early in the morning Most important childhood memory: learning to make those pancakes with his mom Why: he eats em all the time and it reminds him of her Childhood hero: his mommmmm Dream job: being an artist Education: none Religion: none Finances: self sufficient farm life lol Present Current location: outskirts of kyoto city Currently living with: his brother Pets: none Religion: none Occupation: maid cafe worker/chef Finances: uh i dont know what this means hha Family Mother: Karen Relationship with her: he loves her so much Father: none Relationship with him: none Siblings: Karin Relationship with them: he adores him, he was adopted and named after his mom Spouse: none :c Relationship with them: none Children: none Relationship with them: none Other important family members: Grandpa, Karen’s mom, who was like his dad but too old to do much. Favorites Color: Red Least favorite color: None, but if he had to choose then green Music: J-pop, happy music, kikuo Food: mom’s pancakes, hearty soups and pastas, chocolate Literature: ehhh none Form of entertainment: drawing Expressions: Never give up, Do unto others as you want done unto you Mode of transportation: Biking Most prized possession: His collar Habits Hobbies: Drawing, singing, cooking/baking, biking around town Plays a musical instrument? Flute, piano, violin Plays a sport? nope How he/she would spend a rainy day: Huddled under a kotatsu with Karin drinking warm drinks Spending habits: junk food and clothes Smokes: No Drinks: Rarely Other drugs: No What do they do too much of? eat.. junk,... food.... What do they do too little of? socialize Extremely skilled at: baking Extremely unskilled at: sports Nervous tics: biting his lips, his ears lowering, tail twitching, shaking his leg Usual body posture: slouched and tired at home, but straight and hands together in public, arms are relaxed around friends tho but he stands very straight Mannerisms: playing with the bangs on the left side of his head, rubbing his arm with the other hand, blinking a bit too often, rocking on his feet or when he sits Peculiarities: uhhh i have no idea Traits Optimist or pessimist? Optimist Introvert or extrovert? Introvert Daredevil or cautious? Cautious Logical or emotional? Emotional Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat Prefers working or relaxing? relaxing Confident or unsure of themself? Unsure Animal lover? ABSOLUTELY Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: “Needs to be better, better, better” One word the character would use to describe self: “Cute!” One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: PARAGRAPH UGH “About me? Well, I’m pretty hard working, and I like to think I’m nice! But you can always be nicer, yknow? I’m happy to meet new people and try new things but only when I have help doing so, haha. I work at a maid cafe with a lot of cute, sweet girls, they’re really nice! Oh, but I’m supposed to describe myself, um... I like sweets? I’m very flexible! And I love spending time with my brother! Nice to meet you!”

What does the character consider their best personality trait? “Perceptiveness!” What does the character consider their worst personality trait? “Stubbornness...” What does the character consider their best physical characteristic? “My thighs or my lips!” What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic? “My stretch marks, they make my skin feel uneven...” How does the character think others perceive them: “A weirdo probably~” What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: “I want to be stronger!” Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: Anxious but optimistic Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others? Not if they’re friends, but if they’re coworkers or strangers he might Person character most hates: his birth parents Best friend(s): Karin! Love interest(s): n/a Person character goes to for advice: :’) he prays Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Karin!! Person character feels shy or awkward around: anyone he finds attractive Person character openly admires: Karin~ Person character secretly admires: n/a Most important person in character’s life before story starts: uh his mom After story starts: Karin

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