#(YEP. CELERY TOWN.)

[veratheforgetful]

... Vera, my dear, I know I let you set where we went this week, I never did check where you bought us to, and I haven't been outside to look around either...

... I'm just wondering where exactly we are? And yes, there is a reason for this...

…I promised I’d help with a project.

[jungle-angel]

GASP! Maybe 26, 36 and 37 with the Miller family? OMG baby Benny trying to "help" with all the chores that need to be done?

GASP!!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!! Just the thought of this alone is ramping the feels up to eleven!!! (lol).

It was one of those idyllic August days with summer beginning to wind down and fall beginning to set in, though it was only the beginning of the month. Soon, the whole of the state of Montana would be encapsulated in that cutting winter, something you often experienced in Lake Tahoe when the seasons changed.

You were just months away from yours and Miles's second child being born, the two of you counting down the days and Benny excited as ever to be a big brother. You hung the freshly washed laundry on the clothesline while Miles worked away at cutting the excess huckleberries off the bushes and dropping them into the little basket for later. You trusted him enough to put them in the kitchen for later, but when you made fresh huckleberry jam for breakfast? God help you. Your husband would be sure to split a whole jar between himself and Benny.

You fumbled with one of Miles's shirts before it dropped to the ground. Bending over to grab it wasn't easy considering that your bump was always in the way, but the sound of little feet waddling through the grass caught your attention before you could fall.

"No Momma, you no bend over," Benny chirped. "Daddy say no bend over!"

You laughed a little as you stood yourself up again and let Benny hand you the shirt to hang up. "I wan' help," Benny told you.

Benny picked up each of the shirts, jeans and some of your dresses to hang on the clothesline between the two big maple trees in the yard. When at last the socks had all been hung up, you shooed Benny away to have him go help his father.

"C'mon Benny bear," Miles said, taking his son by the hand. "We're gonna go feed the chickens."

Benny eagerly went with Miles to the little area where the chicken coop and yard were. The crotchety old Rooster sat high atop his little perch, his brightly colored feathers on proud display for everyone to see.

"Alright bud, let's go feed'em," Miles said.

Miles scooped a little bit of the chicken feed from the sack by the door and filled a little metal pail for Benny. As soon as he let him into the chicken yard, Benny's little hands reached into the bucket and tossed the feed into the grass for the hens, the rooster and their chicks. The chickens all came at once, pecking at the ground while the chicks and the rooster followed Benny around to try and eat from the bucket.

When the feed pail had been emptied, Benny returned to help Miles collect the eggs from the coop. Inside the shed it was hot, a little too hot and smelled of chicken feed and hay, but Miles would have taken that over a musty, dingy hotel any day of the week. Carefully he looked at the eggs to make sure none of them had developed embryos and if the hens were sitting on them, he left them in the beds.

"We gon' eat eggies?" Benny asked as Miles carefully placed them in the bucket.

"Yep, we're gonna eat eggies for breakfast Benny," Miles chuckled.

Benny jumped with excitement as he helped Miles finish collecting the eggs. Back to the cottage they went, sticking the eggs on the bench below the windowsill before Miles set to work picking the vegetables and herbs out of the garden.

Benny yanked up a few fat carrots out of the ground and put them in the wicker basket while Miles set to work on the onions. He still couldn't believe how much the garden had exploded in the last few months, brimming over with celery, onions, tomatoes, at least twelve different kinds of peppers, cucumbers, zucchini, squash, peas, beans, lettuces, cabbages, potatoes, beets, radishes, eggplant, okra, rosemary, basil, thyme and a whole host of other herbs and vegetables that would last through the winter and even be sold at the farmers' market in town.

Miles laughed a little bit as Benny tried to lift the basket, but his little arms just wouldn't let him. "I've gotcha bud," Miles said, picking the basket up with ease and bringing it to the shed for storage.

As soon as the chores were done, Miles hoisted Benny onto his hip and carried him back to the house but found that the eggs had been taken in already. "Sweetheart?" Miles called.

"Yes dear?" you asked, leaning halfway out the kitchen window.

"Any idea where the eggs might have gone?"

"Well," you answered. "A few of them may or may not have gone in the German chocolate cake I made for here and for the market, along with the bottle of milk you brought in."

Miles and Benny both gave each other wide-eyed looks. "You hear that Benny?" he teased. "Momma made Daddy's favorite."

You laughed a little as the two of them hurried into the house, following the trail of the chocolate scents that wafted out of the kitchen. You felt the baby rolling over in your belly as your husband and son kicked off their boots, the chores finally done for the day and the whole rest of the afternoon ahead to do as you pleased.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Be Mine {One Shot}***

Henry Cavill x Reader/Jason Momoa x Reader/Chadwick Boseman x Reader/Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, Fivesome, PURE FILTH, SMUT 

DO NOT READ AT WORK!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY THIRSTIES!

Words: 6.5k

Summary: You are an actress and you know how the industry is as well as how difficult it is to get an inkling of free time. Due to this fact, you’ve been alone a lot and missing the attention and affection of the men in your life. You were looking to Valentine’s Day and the prospect of getting some much needed face time with them but because of their own busy schedules, you are out of luck and will have to spend Valentine’s day alone. Or will you?

Note: Request from @momobaby227 . I got this and my eyes bugged, and I clutched my pearls just thinking about the death sentence of this scenario. Since I am not the one to shy away from a challenge, here I go. Fingers crossed this works the way I want it to. 

Lee’s Valentine’s Extravaganza Finale!!!

 **Loosely Edited/Proofread**

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“Let’s take thirty everyone. Y/N, great scene. When we come back we’ll pick it up from scene twelve.”

 You nodded and gathered your robe before you made your way to your trailer.

 “Y/N, I was able to find the sushi you like and I picked up some freshly juiced beet, celery, ginger, and carrot juice,” Issana informed falling into step with you.

 “Thank you.”

 “This package was also just delivered for you.” She held out a medium-sized white box to you. You caught your name scribbled on top in nice script that looked almost like calligraphy. Also on the box at the top right corner was the acronym “HCJC”. You smiled knowing just who it was from.

 “Thank you Issana. I have some things that need picking up from a few places. Do you think you can handle it?”

 “Consider it done,” Issana responded. You smiled then ducked into your trailer letting your giddiness take over.

 You put your lunch on a nearby table and dropped into the couch to rip open the box. Once it was open you saw a gorgeous arrangement of pink long stem roses—your favorite. All roses were your favorite, but you also knew the meaning behind these roses. Early in your relationship you, Henry, Jason, Chris, and Chadwick came up with a way to send coded messages all through flowers. These pink roses while beautiful had a deeper meaning. Foreplay. You couldn’t keep the wide grin off your face as you opened up the pale pink envelope with your name on it.

 -Y/N,

 Pink roses, a favorite of yours but we know that you know that it means something more for us. Something deeper. It speaks of a prologue, a beginning of things to come.

 Love,

Henry, Jason, Chadwick, Chris

  You smiled again and walked over to your phone ready to send a message thanking them.

 MSG: I love them. Thank you!

MSG Chad: Knew you would. How are you beautiful?

MSG: Tired and so ready to finally have you home.

MSG Chad: I know. Almost there.

MSG Henry: Time ticks too slow for me.

MSG Chris: Same for me.

 Your smile was wider as you burrowed deeper into the seat before your vanity. You should have been eating but you could only think of one thing—well four things.

 MSG Jason: Did you make it to the bottom of the box or just stopped at the flowers?

MSG Henry: You know she stopped at the flowers.

MSG Chad: Typical.

You snorted at their playful teasing of your short attention span. Walking back over to the box you dug to the bottom and saw a red sleeping mask with “Be Mine” written across it in white stitching. Your curiosity was piqued.

 MSG: Um….

MSG Chris: LMAO. I told you she’d say that.

MSG Henry: Cat got your tongue, love?

MSG: No, I just thought I already was yours. Are you guys trying to tell me something?

MSG Jason: Damn right you’re ours. Remember that especially when that pretty boy costar of yours asks to hang out. I’m not afraid to kill.

 Your laugh was loud and unexpected. Leave it to Jason to be the territorial one threatening violence.

 MSG Chad: I second that. I peeped that shot in Star. Tell him keep his hands to himself.

MSG: Oh my god, can you all chill out? It was nothing. His hand was on my back.

MSG Henry: How about he just keeps them at his side? He’ll live longer that way.

 You shook your head while rolling your eyes. Having one territorial boyfriend was chaotic, you had four of them. It sometimes felt like too much especially when they all ganged up on you like this, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

 MSG: Okay everyone chill. Is someone going to explain this sleeping mask?

MSG Chris: Sleeping mask to most, for you a blindfold.

 Your jaw dropped as the possibilities swarmed through your head. After a few seconds, a devilish smile spread across your face as a shiver raced through you. just as you were getting ready to type a reply there was a knock at the door of your trailer. When you opened it there stood one of the set workers holding out a packet.

 “Rewrites.” You groaned and took the papers. Of course there were rewrites. As you skimmed them you realized it was for your upcoming scene.

 “Who would rewrite minutes before filming it?” you groaned as you dropped onto the couch and looked back to your phone to see the messages you’d missed.

 MSG Jason: A hundred bucks says she zoned out.

MSG Chad: Beautiful, you okay?

MSG Chris: Are your fingers busy?

MSG: Y’all aren’t funny. I’m fine, just got handed ten pages of rewrites for my next scene in twenty minutes.

MSG Henry: Yep, I can relate.

MSG Jason: Same.

MSG Chad: You got this baby.

MSG: I love your confidence in me, honey. 😘

MSG Chris: Focus. We’ll talk later.

MSG: Okay, love you guys!

 The rest of your day was long, hectic and exhausting. What was supposed to be a day that left you with enough time to meet your girls at a club ended up being you leaving set at one in the morning with no energy. After you made it home you managed to eat in a bath filled with lavender, gardenia, eucalyptus, and lemon oils. You didn’t even have the energy to try to facetime the guys. Shortly after that bath, you fell right to sleep in your custom-made bed.

 The sound of your name being shouted was what woke you up.

 “Girl, wake up!”

 You jumped up and looked around to see your three friends scattered around the room. You dropped back onto the bed and groaned.

 “Go away, I’m too tired.” You rolled to your side and plopped a pillow over your head.

 “Uh, no trick you gonna get up. we had plans,” Janaris blurted out yanking the pillow off your head.

 “J, come on I’m exhausted. I didn’t get in till two. Let me sleep,” you pleaded.

 “Nope. Come on we’re supposed to do the spa, hair, nails the works. Tomorrow is valentine’s day, we all got men we gotta look bomb for. Come on!”

 While groaning you sat up. she was right. The plan for the day was to prep for tomorrow and you only had a certain amount of time to do it, you were expected on set for night shoots.

“Fine, fine. Give me ten.” You begrudgingly walked past them into your closet to find some clothes.

 Thirty minutes later you found yourself parking at the spa. Fifteen minutes from there you were lying face down butt naked getting a well deserved massage and body treatment. It didn’t take long for your muscles to melt and your mind to drift. You didn’t know how much you needed this. You took a quick selfie and sent it to the guys.

 MSG: Prep begins now. I sure hope you appreciate all I do for you.

 Four and a half hours later you and your girls had finished at the spa and managed to find outfits and intimates for the night. You were getting excited. It had been almost a month since you’d last seen your paramours together. It had been a busy month thanks to your schedules. Beginning tomorrow they were supposed to be in town all of them at the same time. You planned on taking full advantage.

 By the time you made it to set that night, it was such a busy set that you didn’t get any downtime until well into the four o’clock hour. When you opened up your messages you saw several messages from Henry, Jason Chad, and Chris letting you know that they were all unable to fly in tomorrow. Just like that, your heart sunk.

 MSG: What do you mean you can’t fly in?

MSG Henry: My set times got switched and now I’m roped into filming through tomorrow and the day after.

MSG Jason: Me too.

MSG Chris: I had to fly out to yet another location for the day, so I can’t make it either.

You tried to hold back your tears and held out hope that Chad would at least be able to come home.

 MSG: Chad?

MSG Chad: I’m sorry baby, we’re so behind schedule any free time has been revoked.

 Your tears fell as disappointment filled you. Giving yourself a few moments to cry and wallow in your sadness and annoyance you shot back a message.

 MSG: Okay. I understand. Guess it comes with the territory.

MSG Jason: I’m sorry sugar.

 You could just about hear him whisper that in your ear like he always did when he was pressed behind you. Sighing you closed your eyes and tried to push away your sadness and any urge to roll into a ball. They probably felt bad enough and you didn’t want them to feel worse.

 MSG: It happens. No worries.

MSG Chris: We’ll make it up to you. 😛

MSG: You better, you four owe me so fucking big. So big you better bring your A+++ game when you come home.

MSG: I’m going to get back to work now. Love you.

 “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s fine, it’s fine.”

 It absolutely was not fine but at this point, there was nothing you could do about it. They were all in different places. You could fly out, but you’d only be with one of them and it probably wouldn’t be a problem, but you didn’t want to make any of them feel as if you’d chosen one over the other. This was one of the complexities of a relationship like yours.

 After giving yourself a good ten minutes to be resentful you toughened up and got back to work. no matter what was happening in your personal life, you were still a professional.

 Night shoot turned into a day shoot. You were able to film four scenes with minimal retakes. The director was so pumped about it he opted to continue on not wanting to mess with the easy groove that everyone had found themselves in. You weren’t angry with it because you’d learned that when things were going well you didn’t break the mojo by calling wrap for the day you continued until the juice ran out.

 When you got home it was turning six and you were exhausted. you’d been working for twenty-one hours. You didn’t even want to be home tonight of all nights, but your friends were probably neck deep in chocolates, roses, and lube and they were all probably getting their backs blown out. It was Valentine’s Day after all, the universal day for love, affection, romance and gifts that showed how much you were loved or how deep you loved. Sitting in your car staring at your dark house you were reluctant to go inside, but you had nowhere else to go.

Once you walked in the dim flicker of candlelight caught your eye. Your foyer was filled with tall pillar candles in the shape of a heart. You were frozen, unsure what was happening. In the center of the heart was one lone peach rose with a note tied to it and a red box. Immediately your tears welled. When you bent to retrieve it, you smelled its sweet aroma. You sniffled and read the words written across it. It was Chris’ handwriting.

 Peach roses simply put for us it means one thing. Appreciation. You are appreciated.

-Chris

 You smiled and opened the box to find a beautiful necklace with one charm on it—the letter “C”.  You followed the trail of peach petals which lead you to the living room. At the end of the peach petals trail was another rose. This one was a long stem yellow rose with a similar box and note. You smiled, retrieved it and smiled at the charm inside the box with the letter “J”.

 Yellow roses. I’m a man of few words. Plain and simple means I fall in love with you every single day.

-Jason

 You wiped your cheek, smelled the rose and followed the now yellow petal trail through the house. It stopped at the steps where a similar set up waited for you but with a coral rose instead.

 Coral roses. You get these often, they mean one thing for us. Desire. Not a minute goes by where you are not desired.

-Chadwick

 This was where the floodgates opened, and your tears flowed. This was incredibly sweet. You held the charm in the shape of a “C” close to your heart and followed the coral petals up the steps and down the hall. They stopped at your bedroom door which is where you paused and tried to get a grip. You knew thanks to the crying you looked horrible and you hated it. You dabbed your cheeks and sniggled once more then opened the door to see your entire bedroom filled with candles, roses of pink, yellow, coral, peach and red all around and Henry standing in front of the bed holding a red rose. Your tears began again. 

“Aww.” You took the rose and the box he offered then read the note.

 Red roses. They mean one thing for us. Seduction. You get them every day for one simple reason. You are loved, respected every single day and every single day the passion we feel for you is unbridled and never-ending.

-Henry

 When you looked up, Jason, Chris, and Chadwick walked out from where they were hiding making you break.

 “Oh my god,” you whined through your tears. “I can’t believe you guys did this.” You couldn’t stop your tears.

 “I can’t believe you guys are here. You said--,”

 “Where else would we be tonight?” Chad approached you with arms wide open and you fell into them and sobbed a little more. You couldn’t believe he was right in front of you, you could smell him and it wasn’t a dream.

 “Oh my god, I missed you so much.” He smiled that toothy smile you loved and lowered his lips to yours giving you a soft, sensual kiss.

 “I missed you too.”

 Turning to your right you hugged Henry and moaned when his burly arms wrapped around you engulfing you in a cocoon of safety.

 “I love you so much.” You kissed him and savored the taste of his lips and shivered when his hand slowly trailed down to your waist.

 “I love you more, darling.” His British accent only gave you more shivers.

 You felt a hand at the small of your back and instantly you knew it was Chris. Turning to him you pulled him into a tight hug. Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck and moaned.

 “You smell good.” You felt his lips on you making you bite your bottom lip.

 “So do you.” his eyes zeroed in on your mouth and tipped your chin up so he could easily kiss you. it was a quick kiss but a teasing one, one that spoke of the promise for later.

 “Sugar.” Your smile was wide seeing your gentle giant—Jason. He bent and lifted you into his arms for a massive bear hug. His lips tasted like cinnamon and it hit you how much you’d missed the taste.

 “I missed you,” you whispered to him.

 “I can tell,” Jason joked.

 When he put you back onto the floor you couldn’t stop smiling being in the middle of them as they all towered over you. It hit you then just what they’d put you through on purpose. You narrowed your eyes and stepped back just enough so they could see your snobby pout and crossed arms.

 “That’s not funny what you did. I was so sad, I cried.”

 They all laughed which made you even saltier. “It’s not funny!”

 “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re mad,” Jason teased coming to you. “Like a little leprechaun,” he finished. Your jaw dropped as they laughed louder.

 “Wow, you haven’t seen me in a month and you’re calling me names? On Valentine’s Day? And you are all laughing with him? Fuck around he’d gonna mess it up for all of you and none of you will get to reap the rewards of a four-hour spa trip.”

 Just like that they all stopped laughing and straightened up. It was your turn to smile. “I’m so happy you guys are home.” You stepped back into them and they each touched a part of your body. Chad cupped your jaw and kissed your nose while Henry kissed your exposed shoulder. Chris kissed your other shoulder from behind you while wrapping his hand around your midsection. You melted onto him as Jason kissed your temple leaving Henry to claim your lips when you turned to him. 

“Dinner? We got delivery from your favorite place, it’s on the dining table,” Chris whispered.

 “The only dinner I’m interested in is the four-course meal in this room.” You turned to Jason and locked his lips in a searing kiss. His moan was instantaneous as he pulled you flush against him dropping his hand to your backside. You moaned on him and nibbled his bottom lip. Jason let loose a guttural groan that vibrated through him exhilarating you in the process.

 From behind you, you felt the zip of your dress slowly lower then felt lips kiss your shoulder blade. You felt another set of lips on your shoulder before they latched onto your neck. Moaning again you broke free from the kiss and angled your head back. The new angle gave Jason and Chris access to the other parts of your neck. Jason nibbled at your Adam’s apple leaving Chris to your left side.

 With all their mouths on you, you simply stood there and enjoyed the attention you were long overdue for. Henry sucked your earlobe into his mouth making you wrap a free hand back and around his head.

 “You’re a dream come true Y/N.” His whispered praise made you smile; it began to fill the void that they’d left when they went away. You were love starved.

 A pair of hands pulled your dress down your body letting it pool around your feet. Another pair of hands unhooked your bra from behind. Chadwick hooked a finger on one of the straps and slowly pulled it down then kissed the free skin there. You moaned his name in the candlelit room and hugged Jason’s head to your chest as he peppered kisses across your collar.

 “You have no idea how much I missed you,” Chadwick whispered before he turned your face to him. his eyes were dark, but you saw the magnitude of his love shining back at you.

 “Show me.” Before the words fully came out, his lips were on yours working to steal your breath. It wasn’t a hard task; you were already on the brink of losing your mind. With each of them giving attention to a different part of your body and playing on a each of your senses you knew you would be the first to lose it.

 You turned to Chris, pressing your back onto Chadwick and began slowly undressing him. the buttons of his shirt were quickly aggravating you, so you yanked his shirt sending the remaining buttons scattering around the room.

 “Anxious?” You smiled and nodded before you kissed him showing him just how anxious you were. As you kissed Chris you allowed your hands to roam over Henry and Jason’s torso. You lifted Jason’s loose hanging t-shirt and raked your nails across his rippling abs. A breathy moan escaped you which turned deep when you felt a mouth wrap around one of your nipples. The unexpected touch sent your ass poking out onto Chadwick giving you the perfect idea of how anxious he was. Within seconds a second pair of lips wrapped around your other nipple.

 One mouth sucked slowly, teasingly, while the other ravaged your breast quickly flicking their tounge across your hardened nipple. The sensations were so different it made you dizzy trying to keep up with it. Chadwick bit down onto your neck and snaked his hand around your stomach and into your panties to swirl his finger around your aching bud.

 Tearing your mouth from Chris the only thing to escape you was, “Fuck!” Seamlessly and on queue Jason bit onto your bottom lip allowing Chris to take over at your breast. Chris’ technique was different from Jason’s and more in sync with Henry. Where Henry savored your nipple in his mouth with soft nibbles and licks, Chris applied an intense amount of suction. Again, you moaned, but Jason’s mouth took it.

 Chadwick sped his finger on your clit, and you pulled your mouth from Jason to rest back on Chadwick’s shoulder. With your mouth free you were able to shriek out from the pleasure he was causing you. Chadwick pulled his hand from your aching bud and just when you were about to protest another hand crept to it and took over. Their movements were slower more torturous. You almost groaned out from frustration but just as you were about to you felt a finger slip between your folds and into your heat.

 “Oh my god, yes!” The finger retreated only to sink into again and again. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. As if you spoke the words instead of thinking them another finger joined the first filling you even more just as the finger on your clit sped up.

 “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes.” You were close and they all seemed to know it because the mouths on your breasts sped and concentrated on your nipple giving you maximum sensation. The finger on your clit gave you a gentle pinch and your knees buckled but you were held steady by the loves of your life.

 “Look at me, Y/N.” Your eyes fluttered open and gazed into Jason’s which only intensified the pleasure you felt sending you over the edge and that is how your first orgasm happened, in a secure and loving circle of love and support.

 “God you’re so beautiful when you come Y/N,” Jason whispered. You were tied of foreplay now, you wanted more. You bit your bottom lip as Chadwick’s finger came to your lips.

 “Clean them off.” Eagerly you sucked his fingers clean of your juices all the while never looking away from Jason. You swirled your tongue around Chadwick’s fingers and moaned. You could see he was holding on by a thread.

 “Mmmm, I taste good.” Chris and Henry stood and once again you were in the middle with each of them looking at you as if you were the prey. It was fine by you. Slowly you dropped to your knees and looked up to all of them. You had their undivided attention.

 “Who can get undressed first?”

 Slowly they began removing their clothes piece by piece, none of them looked to be in a hurry. They were teasing you, dragging this out as long as they could. It was then you decided to make them regret it and their trick on you. henry was the first to be fully undressed. You turned to him and marveled at his impressively thick length bobbing before you.

 Slowly, you reach your hands for it you could tell he was holding his breath; it was evident by the tight clench of his jaw. Deciding to tease him, you pause before you touch it. The hesitation makes him groan. When you finally touch him, Henry lets out a guttural growl. The sound of it makes you bite your bottom lip. You begin pumping your hands along his need he drops his head back with his eyes shut. After a few stokes, you give in to your desire and lower your mouth onto his length fully nestling his cock in the tight tunnel of your throat.

 “Oh bollocks, love!” He jerks his hips forward just a bit sending his length a few centimeters deeper into your throat. You moan and slowly begin pleasing him. Henry’s moans become louder with every move you make.

 From the corner of your eye you could see Chadwick slowly stoking his need. Pulling your lips from Henry’s cock a loud “pop” fills the room accompanied by Henry’s loud grunt. Sliding to stoop before Chadwick you waste no time filling your mouth with him. Chadwick sucks in a breath and moans. Gazing up at him you locked eyes and continued using a few of the tricks in your book to have him buck his hips forward. Just when you knew he was craving more you pulled your mouth free and moved to Jason who was not standing next to Chadwick.

 “Mmm.” You ran your tongue on the underside of Jason’s dick before pulling back to spit into your palms. when you lowered your lips onto Jason’s swollen need you wrapped your hands around Henry’s and Chris’ cock and expertly stroked them. looking at Chadwick you continued teasing Jason. Chadwick then wrapped his own hand around his desire and stroked it for you.

 The only sounds in the bedroom were the sounds of four grown men moaning and whimpering, all at your mercy, all filled with desire and need for you. You’d never felt more powerful. You sped your lips and hands and added a flicks of your wrist and tongue.

 “Fuck Y/N. your mouth feels so fucking good.” You moaned your response and buried him deeper into your throat. That was when he gripped your head and began rocking his hips gently feeding you damn near every inch of his dick. Every thrust forward you moaned making you squeeze the two cocks in your hands.

 When you pulled back from him you did it with a slurp that had him shivering. Luckily you went back to Chadwick and nestled him deep in your throat suppressing your gag reflex. The action took him by surprise, and he groaned loudly. When you pulled back you lowered your mouth onto Chris’ waiting appendage. At the first touch of your mouth Chris hissed.

 “Oh god yes Y/N.”

 You wasted no time on foreplay, you could see the fire burning behind his eyes and felt how much he needed. It rivaled how much you needed. You were now impatient to feel them inside of you. you opened up your throat and sank him balls deep.

 “Fuck!” Chris bucked his hips surprising you and making you gag. You pulled back and a glob of spit fell from your mouth onto your chest.

 “Mmm.”

 You went back down the line giving each of them the attention they deserved, it was a big job but someone had to do it and you did it happily. You licked, sucked, slurped and deep throated each of them loving every minute they moaned, gasped, whimpered and shook. Before long they were each at your mercy and so close to the brink.

 You pulled back from Chadwick and gasped for air and wiped the corner of your mouth and chin. They were each stroking themselves gazing down at you on your knees covered in slobber.

 “Mmm, you taste good.”

 Henry held out his hand for you helping you to your feet and pulling you to him so he could passionately kiss you. you quickly got lost in the kiss a heavy “thwack” on your ass brought you back to reality. Behind you Jason bit his bottom lip and you knew just what to do. Walking to your family king size bed you sat down and watched each of them crawl onto the bed at different angles. Henry was to your right, Chris moved behind you, Chadwick was on your left and Jason right before you looking like the big bad wolf right before he said, “all the better to eat you with.”

 Your eyes slowly trailed over Jason’s body drinking in every muscular curve and tempting bulge. When your eyes landed on your prize for the night your teeth sank into your bottom lip. like a wolf stalking his prey Jason crept closer forcing you to slide back onto the bed. Your head dropped back onto the mattress and smiled seeing Chadwick’s dick bobbing over your head. Flexing it he made it bop you on the forehead. A wide grin spread across his face at that point.

 “Cute.”

 “I thought so,” he responded. Before you could get another word in you felt Jason’s lips latch onto your sex. You gasped loudly while arching your head back. Chadwick took the opportunity to stuff his dick right in your mouth muffling the moans that followed.

 Jason eagerly lapped between your legs going back and forth between fast flicks of his tongue and slow deliberate sucks on your sensitive pearl. You felt your hand being lifted and then placed on a cock. From the girth you knew it was Henry’s. another moan escaped you when Chadwick slipped another inch down your throat. Your grip tightened around Henry’s need as you stroked him. when you felt Chris’ length in your free hand you moved your hand in sync with the other and tried to synchronize your hands with your mouth keeping the same rhythm and pace.

 Jason switched his pace throwing your pace out of whack and making you lose your concentration and focus not to choke on Chadwick’s dick. Sensing that you were out of sync Chadwick pulled himself from your mouth in time for you to chough. Jason’s mouth stopped.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Don’t stop!” directing his back between your legs you rocked across his mouth using his face as your personal vibrator. Your moans got louder and louder. Soon you were arched onto your elbows holding his head by his long locks with one hand bucking your hips against his mouth. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. The rest of them watched you enjoying the show.

 Beginning as a bright hot burning sensation in the pit of your stomach it unfurled to a rapidly spreading fire that engulfed your entire being sending spark after spark of electricity coursing through your legs and spasm after spasm of intense pleasure ripping through you.

 “Fuuuuuuck!” You screeched out while you shivered. Jason kept his lips firmly pressed to your soaking pussy giving you the most intense orgasm aftershocks you’d had in a long time. You clamped your thighs shut onto his head but he was not having it. he easily pried them apart and sucked forcefully on your clit sending your body into overdrive once again.

 “Oh my god. Fuck me!”

 “Who?” You looked at Chris pondering his question. You slowly looked at all of them and smirked mischievously.

 “All of you.”

 “I highly doubt you can take all of us tonight sweetheart,” Henry deduced. Your smile spread wider.

 “Are you sure about that? I did say you all owed me big time.”

 Each of them looked at each other speechless and shocked at what you were implying. Feeling impatient you didn’t wait for them to decide; instead you rose up and rotated poking your ass out to Chadwick and lowering your mouth onto Jason’s engorged heat. Jason’s reaction was instant, his hands clamped onto your head and he set the pace he wished you to go, and it wasn’t slow. You wiggled your ass for Chadwick again then pulled your mouth from Jason to look back to him.

 “I wanna feel you inside of me baby. Fuck me.” He smiled and rubbed his dick across your slit making you bit your bottom lip in anticipation.

 “You want this dick?”

 “Yes baby, I want that dick. Please.” In one smooth thrust he joined your bodies for the first time in a month. Jason turned your head in the same breath and pushed his dick back into your mouth.

 The pace Chadwick set was not a slow one. The way he filled you to the hilt sent you over the edge and you instantly came again. It was a tight fit, a fit you’d missed dearly. Every time he thrust into you the motion sent your mouth even further down Jason’s cock. It was like a seesaw, cause and effect and after a few minutes Jason was lost in his pleasure. Chadwick pulled from you with a loud grunt.

 After a few seconds, you felt the stretch of Henry sliding into you. You moaned again and savored the delicious stretch of your body trying to accommodate him. you knew you were out of practice and that it had been far too long. This was not the first night like this, the five of you had been in a relationship for five years now and have had many, many nights just like this one. Tonight though, it felt as if this was the first time. Henry’s grunts got louder and his thrusts sloppier before he sank into you to the hilt. You flung your head back and groaned.

 “Shit!” henry grabbed onto your shoulder and quickened his thrusts. In a matter of seconds another orgasm ripped through you making your head drop to the mattress which sent your ass even higher in the air.

 “Jesus Christ, Chris muttered. Henry pulled from you and made room for Chris to slowly push into you. this was his favorite position. He loved to watch the waves of your ass every time he slammed into you. With the first rough snap of his hips you gasped, on the second you groaned and by the third you shouted. 

“Mmm, Y/N.”

 You lifted your head in time to see two beautiful cocks in front of you. You swirled your tongue around one a few times and switched to the other. The way your body shook made it a little difficult to manage any well executed movements so you did the best you could. Your best was enough for them because their moans never stopped. After a few more thrusts you were unable to do anything but hold onto the sheets and incoherently blabber like a fool overdosed on pleasure.

 You didn’t even realize Chris had now moved to being underneath you until you felt one of them behind you. Looking back you locked eyes with Jason and knew what he intended. He paused and waited for your permission or refusal. Biting your bottom lip you nodded just as Chris rose up to give you a g-spot rattling thrust which had you squirting all over him.

 “Mmmm, wait, wait, wait.”

 Your body shook while everyone stopped moving giving you a small breather to catch your breath. After almost a full minute you looked back to Jason eyes lazy but full of desire. Chris pulled out from your heat and allowed Jason to slip inside for one, then two, and a third thrust before he slowly circled your second entrance. After a few moments of preparing you he slowly slipped the tip of his intrusion in sending a shiver across your skin. Slowly he fed you inch after inch until you couldn’t hold up your own body weight and you laid across Chris’ chest.

 You couldn’t process all the intense sensations you were feeling and it was just Jason slowly thrusting into you. his grunts got louder and louder. When you felt his hands grip your hips and squeeze you knew you were in for a pounding. Jason picked up his speed and it was then Chris continued rising into you. unable to move you just laid there letting the two men have their way with you, allowing them to bring you to the brink of pleasure. Your moans tumbled from you one after the other.

 A wave of intense pleasure washed over you and you sat up and rocked against the two of them and took Henry into your mouth and stroked Chadwick. Your entire bedroom was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping together, different volumes of moans and groans and the scent of sex, candles and roses. Chadwick grunted loudly and you knew he was about to come. As soon as you had the thought you felt spurt after spurt of his hot come coat the back of your throat.

 Moaning on him you swallowed every drop and tried to milk more. When he whimpered he fell back onto the bed plopping from your mouth. It was then you turned your attention to Henry wrapping your lips around him. You lifted your hand to his balls and slowly massaged him, the new sensation had Henry gripping your head and sinking deep into your mouth to release himself filling your mouth. Again, you didn’t waste any of it.

 With Henry and Chadwick down for the count you felt both Chris and Jason hold your body still as they both chased their own release. You shouted when their thrusts matched up with depth and speed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and after a few thrusts you were gone, clenching around them dragging them down the rabbit hole of pleasure with you. they both shouted into the quiet room as they tried to bury themselves deeper and deeper.

 Soon you oprned your eyes to see the four of them above you.

 “Welcome back.”

 “Welcome--,” you began to find your throat dry, and your voice hoarse.

 “Have I told you how glad I am that this house is so far from any others? I think if there were neighbors we’d have several noise complaints by now,” Jason teased.

 “What—what happened?”

 “You passed out, love,” Henry filled in. your jaw dropped as you look from each of them. they all nodded answering the question in your eyes.

 “I told you that you couldn’t handle all of us tonight. It’s been too long,” Chris explained. In hindsight he was right, but you’d never let him know that.

 “I was going to take all the dick, or I’d die trying.” They all laughed loud. They knew by now you weren’t kidding.

 “Happy Valentine’s day baby,” Jason muttered. You smiled warmly at him and then at all of them.

 “I love you guys so much.” You intentionally locked eyes with all of them to emphasis just how much hoping they understood.

 “Go to sleep, you’re gonna need your energy,” Chadwick advised. you smiled.

 “Oh will I now?”

 “Yes, tomorrow we leave for four days in perfect seclusion in Napa and we have a month to make up for,” Henry informed.

 Your jaw dropped you didn’t know if you should feel excitement, anxiousness or fear.

 “Don’t worry, you’ll have something to fill that pretty mouth of yours soon enough,” Jason teased kissing you before he laid down. They all mirrored the same movements which had you a little confused.

 “Wait, you all have four days to go to Napa?”

 “Uh-huh, you said we owed you big right. We have four days to repay you,” Chris finished.

 You laid back down staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. Slowly you smiled, it was excitement you felt. In your head you repeated your words from before. Take all the dick or die trying.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #322

“you will hear it when your god cries  /  you will see it when the sun dies  /  upon the altars of change”

What is your favorite nickname that you’ve had? "Bee," from my old best friend. I don't want others calling me it, though. Where did you go on the best date you’ve been on? A big arcade. It was a super fun double-date. Have you ever gotten a professional massage? No, and I don't want one. It'd be so awkward. What’s your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate. What act would you be most likely to perform in a talent show? I got nothin'. If you had braces, do you wear your retainers still? I don't. If you had braces, have your teeth moved since you got them off? Yep, because of the whole "not wearing my retainer" thing. Whose was the first baby shower you remember attending, and for what baby? I'm unsure. Possibly my sister's for her first daughter. Do you know anyone personally who’s lost a child? Many people. When was the last time you did something that felt like rebellion? So every now and again, I get a massive craving for soda at night, so I grab one from the kitchen and can hear my sleeping mother rightfully nagging me about it, haha... What is one present you got for your last birthday? Ashley got me this really cool skull bank that says "tattoo fund" on it, aha. I love it. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have a clear memory of bringing a Snorlax plushie one day. Do you remember losing your first tooth? Not my first, no. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it's kinda easy to make me jump just a lil bit when one is popped. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don't know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? That is fucking HARD. I adore both, but I think the original is slightly better. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I'm pretty sure none of them did. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, definitely. As for my snake, I'm aware that snakes' brains simply aren't developed enough for love, but she clearly trusts me. Are you proud of your body? Fuck no. I'm humiliated by it every waking moment. Watermelon or cherries? I don't like either, but if I had to pick, watermelon. Favourite brand of cookies? I don't really have a favorite brand. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? No, that shit grosses me out. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? Return your goddamn cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Uhhhh. I guess places I've "done it." When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? I did. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Yeah; at least, before Covid. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? Fuck 2016 into the next millenium. Do you like fried bologna? I haven't had it in so long that I don't really remember the taste. I think I would. Have you spent money on a game online? Yeah, very briefly with WoW. Mom was nice enough to refresh my subscription after the breakup (Jason paid for it prior), but from then on, I was rich enough in-game to use monthly game tokens to "pay." Do you put a line through your "7"s? Yes. What about your "Z"s? Also yes. Do you like cold pizza? Yeah, yummy. Do you like broccoli and cheese? Yessss. Toaster or toaster oven? We've always used a toaster oven. What are you most known for? Being artsy, I guess. Do you have any reputations? What are they? *shrug* What was the last thing to leave you speechless? No clue. What is the curviest part of your body? Well, I'm overweight, so it's difficult to tell where I'm naturally curvy... but I guess my hips. Even when I was at a perfectly healthy weight though, I don't think I was exceptionally curvy anywhere. What is your opinion on sex change? You are entirely deserving to feel comfortable in your own body. If you’re still a virgin, how important is your virginity to you? I'm not, though I thought I was when we were together, when we were really just using a loophole. It was a denial thing BECAUSE my virginity was so important to me. If you have lost it already, do you regret it? No. Would you take a break after graduating from high school (like, postpone going to college for a year or so)? I didn't. What regret keeps coming back to haunt you daily? Things I said to Jason. If you could cure yourself of one allergy, what would it be? Pollen. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yeah, my most recent niece I actually held. I don't THINK I held Aubree or Ryder as newborns because I was so afraid of not doing it right and hurting them. Do you know anyone who has twins? Yeah. Are you following in the career path of any family members? No. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. How many times have your comments been top comments on YouTube? A few times. I rarely ever comment, but if I do, it's because I feel like I really have something worth saying. Would you ever wear a wig? I'm not opposed to it. Do you like the moon or sun more? The moon. Do you like turkey or ham more? Ham. Have you ever slapped someone’s butt? Yes. Do you think dimples are ugly? I think they're cute, actually. Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? No. Have you ever spent the night in jail? No. Do you consider yourself a good kisser? I assume I am from experiences. Do you watch Pewdiepie? Not anymore, no. His current content doesn't interest me. The most recent thing I watched was his playthrough of The Last of Us 2, because I adore the first game and definitely wanted to see him play the sequel. I think he's pretty funny and have no personal issues against him, though then again I am so uninvolved in the fandom that I have no idea if he's done something stupid again. Do you like "Despacito?" Haha, my mind went to The Dark Den's bearded dragon before the song... I'm not a fan of it, no. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but I absolutely want to dye it pastel pink one day. :( I even edited a picture of me "testing" different hair colors out, and pastel pink looked suuuuper pretty. Do you drink energy drinks? No, they're too strong for my taste. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? I don't now how many I have, but I know it's below 100. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, but I enjoy the franchise. I'm not totally clear on all the lore, though. Do you like religion? Quite honestly, no. Do you swear in front of children? No. What is the next craft you are going to make? There's no telling. I don't really do crafts. What was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? Maybe "The Call." Favorite *N Sync song? I don't remember enough of them, at least not right now. Which of those two bands did you like best? The BSB, baby. Do you learn choreography easily? When I danced, I'd say I learned at a fairly average pace. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Reeseeeeeee's. <3 Do you have a bobblehead? No. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? No. I wouldn't tolerate that shit. What’s your favorite movie battle scene? Oh man, idk. Maybe something from Troy, though I honestly barely even remember the movie by now, haha. Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No, actually. Who takes care of your pet(s) when you’re out of town? Hypothetically, one of my sisters would come to feed and water Roman and clean his box. I'm certain I couldn't talk either into spraying Venus' cage, though... What was the last thing you wrote down on paper? Some group work during therapy. Did you have a Walkman when you were a kid? No. What’s your favorite recipe you’ve come up with? Oh dear, I don't make those. Do you like celery? Yuck, no. By what age could you swallow pills? I dunno. A normal age. Do you like to drink alot of water? I need to drink more. :/ I've gotten better, though. For years, I literally never drank water. How I even survived, idk. How many times have you gone fishing? Countless times. Ever been to a roller-skating rink? Yeah. I loved having bday parties there as a lil'un. What do you refer to your mother as? (Mom, momma, mommy) Mom, Ma, and Mama. Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yeah, multiple times. What is the last movie that made you cry? I think the remake of The Lion King. What would you like to swim in other than water? Nothing? If you could uninvent one thing what would you chose? Damn, just one? Maybe cigarettes? Have you ever read someone's diary? Absolutely not. I respect people's privacy. Have you ever played in a waterfall? No, but that'd be dope. Who has inspired you the most in your life? Probably Mark. Is there a place where everyone who lives near you tends to hang out? Idk. Teens sure do love to hang out at Sonic, though, reving their stupid fucking trucks. Does your alarm clock wake you with music, or with an annoying buzz sound? Music. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes; I was obsessed with those as a kid. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Which one are you more scared of? I feel like being alone with a tiger would scare me most. Though let's be real, I'd probably try to pet it. Have you ever changed your favorite color? From what to what? It was originally red, but then became pink when I actually understood it was its own color. Then it was maroon forever, and now it's back to pink. On a scale of 1-10, how competitive are you? Eh, 4-6? It depends on the situation, I guess. At what age did your have your most memorable birthday? My 21st, because I was in the psych hospital for it. Yes or no: Guys in skinny jeans? Yeah, man. Yes or no: Girls with dreads? Some people can pull it off. Have you ever attended a themed b-day party? What was the theme? Oh yeah, plenty. Do you have any Eminem on your iPod/MP3 player? I do. Has anybody ever given you a promise ring? No. What do you think about putting ‘spinners’ on cars? So long as they're not too distracting, I don't care. Do what you want with your car - again, so long as it is not disruptive. What celebrity do you wish would have a big comeback? I wish poor Britney Spears could catch a goddamn break and be happy again. She's a legend that doesn't deserve to feel like a puppet. Were you outdoors or indoors more as a kid? I'd say there was a pretty even split. Do you or have you ever owned a horse? No, but I LOVE horses. Have you ever had a relationship that began via text? (weird, I know, but it happens…) Most of my relationships started through a text message. Did you believe in unicorns as a small child? I don’t think so. Would you ever date a guy with longer hair than yourself? Yeah; I have short hair anyway, and I also like long hair on guys. Do you watch the show Wizards of Waverly Place? I used to love that show. Have you ever been to the rainforest? No; humidity aside though, that would be so amazing. Bats are not spooky or are they? I think they're precious. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" I sure do, actually. Do you like ice cream cake? Not really, but I'll eat it. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. What kind of headphones do you have? Just cheap earplugs. Do you experiment a lot with new looks on yourself? No. What were some fun experiments you did in science class as a kid? Dissecting a frog was my favorite, and doing the same with an owl pellet was also very cool. What was the last strong emotion you felt? Guilt. I lied to get out of group therapy early because I was just NOT feeling it whatsoever that day, and I hate lying. Do you use dry shampoo between washes? No. Have you ever lived with someone you didn’t get along with? No. What types of animals have you had as pets? Jeez, what haven't we had... We've had cats, dogs, snakes, rats, gerbils, a rabbit, hamsters, lizards, fish, guinea pigs... Hell, I'm probably forgetting one or two. Can you name three good things about your most recent ex? She's so creative, a real advocate for proper reptile education and appreciation, and very kind. Name three bands/artists that you hate. Uhhh The Talking Heads, Bob Dylan, and The Police. What’s the best memory you have of your father? Playing softball with him in the front yard, and when he taught me to ride a bike. Should tattoos be meaningful? You get a tattoo for whatever reason you damn well want. I don't plan on all of mine to be meaningful. Some stuff I just want because I think it's cool. Are you afraid of the dark? No. Have you ever been through a trap door? No. What's the most recent good news you’ve heard? Hm. Who was the last person in your family to have a baby? My older sister. When’s the last time you used the microwave? Last night. What’s the worst thing in your life right now? Financial struggles. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? No. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. Have Jehovah'ss witnessess ever called to your door? Yep. when was the last time you went to mass/church? I have no idea. It's been many years. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? Thank heavens no.

[come-to-the-day]

And the last of fat Agent X in “Cable and Deadpool”.

Picture 1 and 2 come from the 49th issue. The first one show Agent X and Deadpool having a casual contract negotiation. Which ends up, of course, in a deadly battle. You can also see on the wall the picture of Agent X when he was still fit and slim. Agent X is called “wide load” by Deadpool. (Also, Agent X seems to have regained his self-healing ability because he gets shot, impaled and stabbed with a fork and still is perfectly fine). 

The other pictures are from the 50th and last issue. Alex Hayden is first called “weight-challenged” by Deadpool (by the way have I mentionned Agent X has a girlfriend named Sandi? And apparently she doesn’t mind much his new state, even though she still encourages him to lose weight). 

We later see Hayden in his office, eating a box of donuts and again a lot of twinkies. He is shown to be complacent and lazy in his work, delaying important calls just to eat more sweets, and his coworker reminds him that right now all he is doing is sitting in his office, making money off Deadpool’s back while pigging out. She advices him to “get back on the bull” if he doesn’t want to lose his whole agency and lifework. 

Later, Alex realizing that his coworker is right, decides to go in the ring and fight the current threat on the town (a bunch of mutated dinosaurs) with his new bulk, by becoming a sumo wrestler. Yep. Apparently he trained hard to remain a “trim, lean fighting machine” and while apparently it helped him regain his muscles and strenght back, he kept on the fat because he couldn’t “say no to ten more twinkies”. He ordered sumo clothing in Japan, but they ended up ill-fitting. He blames it on a “poor overseas manufacturing” and insist a lot that it isn’t due to “a few extra pounds” he gained since he ordered the clothes. And while his “reflexive memory functions like coiled pistons of driven steel”, and he still manages to kick ass, he takes note that he should next time maybe wear a bit more clothing, because fighting in a sumo loincloth makes you chilly. 

(Note: for those of you unaware, Agent X used to be a master of kung-fu, tai-kwan-do and jeet-kun-do before becoming obese. Hence why he easily picked up the sumo wrestling art.)

Also, a look at the 9th picture. While it is the only good one of Agent X sumo, I think it is spoiled by the fact that the artist made a mistake while drawing X’s cranium, making it higher than it should. Seriously, this needs some correction. 

Agent X also makes some joke about “eating” the mutated dinosaurs. It seems to be a joke, of course, but given that we don’t actually see Hayden fighting the dinosaurs, and the fact that said dinosaurs are often the size of dogs or cats, he could have indeed managed to eat some of them… 

At the end, all the members of the agency join for a poker night. Hayden keeps his loincloth and sumo outfit, despite the other clearly being displeased with it - but at least he managed to accept a diet (enforced by his coworkers). A strict diet of “carrots, celery sticks, rabbit food and light beer”. 

And that is the last we see of Fat Agent X. For all I know.

[austennerdita2533]

To my fellow PJo-loving anon: 

Here’s the New Year’s drabble I told you I’d try to take a stab at all those days ago. So sorry it’s taken me so long to finish, but 2019 has been bumpy for me so far. Plus I kept reconfiguring this because I’ve never written Dawson’s Creek/PJo fic before and was looking for a way to merge the idea in my head with the words I put on the page, something I never manage to fully achieve. I’m never happy haha. Alas, therein lies my endless writer struggle. 

Anyway, this is pure fluff with a very-much-alive Jen--just as you asked. :) 

Also here: (A03)

I hope you like it, sweets!

xx Ashlee Bree

Always Remember Us (Quipping) This Way

“It’ll never work, Pace,” she said as she sipped a hot toddy from her chair by the bonfire. Peering out at the creek instead of at his crunching approach, the sky starless but with air brisk enough to flake the lapping waves of the cape with snow if it so desired, Joey felt the drink’s warmth soothe the chill in her mittened hands before it spread to her bones with a shiver she’d never catch. “Whatever you’re planning, I admire the effort, I really do…”

“I sense a major but coming. Dawson, Jen, Jack, Dougie—” he corralled as amusement, firelight, and perhaps one too many merry whiskeys danced in his eyes. “Don’t you hear the major but lurking in my wife’s next words?”

“Sure do, little brother.”

“She told me but was her favorite conjunction once,” Jack said with a tip of his beer and a hiccup.

Amused, Jen exhaled. Shook her head. “Sometimes I forget how much I miss you people.”

Gathered around the flames with good friends, warm blankets, and a combination of new and old memories, this group of twenty-somethings wouldn’t trade a laidback small town holiday in Capeside for anything more extravagant tonight. This was comfort at its finest. This was fun amid freezing Massachusetts wind and temperatures cold enough to give them frostbite. This was quality family time.

“Your ingenuity’s unmatched at the moment, however misguided it might be. I’ll give you that much,” Joey said as she hugged her knees and scowled in vain at the ‘something’ hidden beneath her husband’s coat while her friends laughed. All of them seemingly in on the same joke.

“I’ll take that back-handed compliment and raise you a nod in thanks,” Pacey fired back.

She regarded him with an arched brow as he neared, pointing.

“Don’t think I’m not onto you, by the way. I know that scheming look of yours all too well.”

“You know,” hand wagging, his tongue slid out over his bottom lip, “it’s not nice to accuse my face of things. What’s an innocent guy supposed to think?”

“Innocent? You?” Joey waved him off. Sighed long and well. Then she toasted with Dougie before taking another large swig from her mug. “Please, you haven’t been innocent since we were seven and you tried to trick me into eating a bucket of sand so I could protect myself from the Loch Ness Cronster who lurked beneath the Leery’s dock,” she said.

“Wow.” With a hand over his heart, he feigned stumbling backwards as if she’d shot him. “I can’t believe you’re still holding that against me. What is this, the second grade?”

Shrugging, “Potters are serious grudge-holders.”

“Notorious in your case,” Pacey added under his breath.

“Hey! Those are fighting words. Put up your dukes.”

“I told you she wouldn’t fall for any of your end of the year games this time, man,” Dawson called out with a hearty chuckle, Jen looking on by his side. Her red knitted head rested against his shoulder while one arm curled around his middle and her lips lifted in a quiet smile. Observant as always.

“I suppose we’ll have to see about that now, won’t we?”

Looking up, Joey’s eyes narrowed in challenge, “Oh, bite me Pacey.”

He halted before her then, head cocked and knees stooping so he could pull her to her feet in one smooth motion. He spun her toward him with ease, thanks to their ballroom dance lessons all those years ago. It seemed time and trust and love had finally taught them how to move in sync. Or at least had kept them from bruising the hell out of each other’s toes now that they could anticipate each other’s steps better. (Sometimes, anyway. Yeah, sometimes was still the most accurate word.)

“Whoever said anything about biting, Potter?” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Nice try, Fred Astaire—but no.”

“How are you objecting already?” She tried to push against his chest with fisted mittens but Pacey reeled her closer by the scarf strings. “You don’t even know what I’m about to do,” he said.

“Don’t I?”

“I promised you, remember?” An arm slunk around her waist. It held her firm against his chest where she belonged. “No pranks to herald in the New Year.”

“Oh, really?” Joey crossed her arms, playful, a little smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Then empty your pockets.”

Appearing affronted for a moment, but only a moment, Pacey scratched a thumb across his chin as if in thought before he reached into his coat with that grin of his widening until it was on full display. It was the cheeky one, too. Not the regular obnoxious one he wielded for sarcastic purposes or provoking alone because he knew it drove her mad, and boy, did it ever! (The number of married years under their belts did nothing to appease how much he still plucked at the nerves under her skin at times). This grin, though…this one he flashed only when some kind of raucous surprise or sweeping unexpectedness was on the horizon, and much to her eye-rolling chagrin, it usually was.

“This is how romanticism dies, I’ll have you know,” he said with a low grumble.

Joey pulled back.

“Why? You mean because I’m loath to accept that -” she swatted above them “ - that thing as a lousy substitute?”

“Yep.”

She humphed.

“Keats would be disappointed in you, my lady.”

Caught somewhere between a snort and a scoff, she gaped up at the no-longer-hidden item in Pacey’s hand before offering him a wry smile and wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she pressed their foreheads together, cupped his face in her palms. “Says the man who’s currently dangling a stalk of produce above our heads like it’s the most sentimental gesture in the history of sentimental gestures,” she pointed out.

“Come on, Jo. It’s romantic.”

“Mmm…debatable,” she said with a cute scrunch of her nose, with a shrug that caused their hips to bump. “Especially considering it’s celery you’ve pilfered from the fridge, which you then tied with a little red bow before presenting it to me.”

“That’s only because I’m conscious of how every detail matters, you see.”

“It does have green leaves, Joey. That’s festive, right?” Jen cut in at the first stroke of twelve. “Also, it’s fibrous in a non-poisonous way, so there’s that added benefit.”

“Yeah,” Jack laughed, Dougie’s hand on his knee. “It’s not like anybody here cares if the leaves are brown and wilting off the damn thing already.”

“Besides, it’s not as if we don’t all know Pacey completely ripped off this whole idea from Jacob Goldman with his broccoli mistletoe in Grumpy Old Men, anyway. So I think we can safely chalk up this amorous whim to borrowed creativity and an unspecified amount of liquor,” Dawson added in that philosophical tone of his, but with a face which was as free of jealousy as it was unencumbered by any mulling forehead lines.

“Don’t forget love, Leery,” said the borrower in question before he leaned in to kiss his sharp-tongued, big-brown-eyed girl. Their lips met just before the final midnight chime. “You know it’s about true love above all else with me.”

It always was.

Since Dawson was liable to see the film angle in everything, therefore, big or small, it was no surprise to the rest of them later on to learn that he’d found Pacey and Joey’s impromptu kiss beneath a shriveled stalk of celery in the last seconds of 2008 to be an inspiring slice of life for him. In his own words, or as he’d dubbed it in the bonus features of the Season 4 DVD, it was thereafter known as—

An absurd moment of affection, humor, and storytelling possibility.

[tjb1619]

~CHAPTER 2~ "Uncle Matt! I'm home!" I walk in the house, closing the door behind me. "Uncle Matt!" I don't get a response, so, after setting my bag on the table, I start to walk around the house hoping to find him. No such luck. 'Oh, well,' I thought, pulling the food I bought out of my bag, 'I will just put this stuff away for now.' I put the fruits in the basket on the table, the bread in the cabinet, and the cheese and meat on the shelf next to the cabinet. I grab an apple from the basket on the table and sit down and start eating. I reach for my bag, and, as I pull it towards me, I notice I knocked something to the floor. "Huh?" Curious, I reach down to pick it up. "What's this?" Looking at it, I realize it is a note from Matt. "Amberle," I read aloud, "I have gone to the forest to pick up some herbs. I will be gone for most of the afternoon. It's your turn to make supper. Save some for me! I will be home soon. Always, Matt." "All right." I start thinking about what to do for supper. I get up and start looking at what it is in the house. "How about beef stew?" I start to pile the ingredients onto the table: carrots, potatoes, beef, and celery. I glance at the time. Just after three. 'It shouldn't take me too long.' I pull out our cooking pot, fill it a quarter of the way with water, then hang it over the fireplace. Once that is done, I find our wooden cutting board and start dicing the carrots then toss them into the pot. Next, I dice the celery, then put them into the pot. I rinse the dirt off of a couple of potatoes, then dice them up before tossing them in. I wash the knife and cutting board before cutting into the meat. I cut the meat in half, then re-wrap one half before dicing the other half and tossing it into the pot. Placing the unused meat back onto the shelf, I look for some spices and add some flavor to the stew. After giving it a quick stir, I cover it up for a while. In between stirring the pot, I do some crocheting. I am in the middle of stirring the pot again, when I hear the door open behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see my uncle closing the door behind him. Setting the herbs down onto the table, he takes a deep breath. "I don't know what you're making," he says, leaning against the table, "but it smells great!" "Hey uncle Matt!" I say, covering the pot again. "You are just in time. It's just about done." "I will take care of these," he picks up the herbs, "and set the table." He gets to work doing just that. Soon, the table is set, bowls are filled, and we are sitting down, eating. As soon as my uncle takes a spoonful into his mouth, his eyes widen. "And here I thought it smelled amazing." He looks at me. "It tastes even better." I laugh. "I'm glad you like it." We both sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying our meal. "So," he says, breaking the silence, "how did it go in town?" "Good," I reply, "by the way, Dan said he wanted you over for a drink sometime. You know how stressed he and Maria are with their baby coming any day now." "Yea," he said, a look of understanding crossing his face, "I'll bet. Well, I guess I will have to take him up on it. And, hey, maybe you could come with to give some comfort to Maria?" "I am sure she would be relieved to have some comfort." I finish my bowl and get up tp refill. "Would you like some more stew, uncle?" He hands me his bowl. "Please." I refill his bowl and hand it back to him, then refill my own before sitting back down. We finish eating and start cleaning up, my uncle stopping me. "You cooked, so it's only fair that I am the one who cleans up." While he cleans the table and the dishes, I work on lighting the candles to lighten up the room. Once the room is lit, I grab a book off the shelf above the fireplace and sit down to start reading. After my uncle has gotten supper cleaned up, he works on separating the herb bundles and hangs them above the fireplace. He then cleans off the table and pulls out our chess set. "How about a game?" he asks, starting to set everything up. I put my book down on the table and help him set up. "Sure." I answer. "Are you ready to lose?" "Ha!" He laughs. "You wish!" He lets me go first. I move a pawn forward a space. He moves a pawn forward two. We continue to play for a little while. After a while, I end up losing the game. He grins. "I let you win." I say, not wanting to admit defeat. "Really?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "So, you wouldn't mind another game?" "Challenge accepted." I grin. We set everything back up to play another round. I end up winning this time. "I let you win this time." he huffs. "Sure." I roll my eyes. "Well, I think I am going to head to bed now." I stand up and put my book back on the shelf above the fireplace. "Goodnight, uncle Matt." I give him a hug. "Goodnight, Amberle." He starts cleaning up the game while I head to my room. Once in my room, I close my door and throw on my nightgown before going to bed. The next morning, I wake up a bit earlier, so I decide to go for a walk in the forest. After getting dressed in a light blue top with short ruffled sleeves, a beige ankle-length skirt, and my pair of chocolate brown knee-high boots, I grab my graphite pencil and sketch book, throw them in my dark green bag and throw the strap over my shoulder. I write a note for my uncle and leave it on the kitchen table before heading out. The forest near my uncle's house is beautiful in the early morning. The early morning light shining through each layer of branches on each tree, the wind playing with the leaves and branches as it dances through the trees. The birds were singing joyfully and the squirrels and small forest animals were dancing through the underbrush, chasing one another. I admire the beauty that is nature so much that I decide to sit down on a nearby fallen tree, pull out my sketch book and pencil, and try to capture the beauty. After I finish my drawing, I sit there a while to watch my surroundings. As I am sitting there, something in the distance catches my attention. 'Huh?' Curious, I get up, gather my things, and make my way through the brush and branches towards it. When I get closer, I realize I have discovered a cave that's trying-but failing-to remain hidden behind some sort of wall. 'Where did THAT come from? I don't remember that being there..? ' Part of me wants to walk over and check it out; the other part of me is saying, "Don't do near it! You don't know what is in there." Not sure exactly what to do, I decide to talk to my uncle about it to see what he says. "Amberle," my uncle says, as soon as I walk in the front door, "how was your walk this morning?" "Good morning to you too, uncle." I answer, grinning. "It was good." I pull out my sketch book and show him my drawing. "I was inspired." He takes a look at it. "Looks great," he says, handing it back to me. "Good job." "Thanks, uncle." I close the book and slide it underneath my bag. "Is everything all right?" he asks, leaning onto the table. "You look worried." "Confused is more like it." I answer, furrowing my brow. "Have you ever been near the cliff just north of here in the forest?" "Yeah," he says, curious. "Why? Did you see something over there?" "A cave," I respond, "if you can believe it." "A cave?" he asks, starting to get confused. "Amberle, I have been all around that area more times than I can count, and I can tell you there is no cave. Are you sure you weren't seeing things?" "Yeah," I answer, "uncle, I am sure." "Hmm." He looks down for a second before looking back up at me. "I do have one question for you, though. Where did you get that necklace?" 'What?' My hand goes to my neck. 'Oh yeah....THAT necklace!' "Uhm, I bought it on my way home from the market yesterday." "With.....what money? It wasn't mine, was it?" I can tell that he is getting upset. "Yeah, it was," I answer. "How much was it?" he asks, folding his arms over his chest. "Six silver." I start to shrink down, knowing why he was angry, It was HIS money I was spending, after all, not my own. Plus, silver pieces were a lot harder to come by than bronze. "SIX SILVER???" he screams. Yep, he was angry. "Why would you spend so much on something you don't even really need?" "Well," I said, lowering my voice, "it's pretty." "'It's pretty' she says. Why didn't you spend the money on something we might actually need? Like, I don't know, food? Stuff for the house? Didn't you ever think of that?" "Why can't I have one thing nice for a change?" I fumed. "All I ever do is do stuff for you! Why can't I have this one thing?" "Because you DON'T NEED IT!!" he yells. "Ugh! You know what? I don't need this!" He storms off and goes into his room, slamming the door behind him. I decide to extend the length of my morning walk. Grabbing my bag, I walk out the the front door. Not sure where I'm going, I just walk until I end up tripping over a tree root. Getting up, I dust myself off and take a look at my surroundings. Off to my right, is...the cave. 'Why would I come to the cave again? Twice in one day?' According to my uncle, this cave doesn't exist. But, why is it that I can see it? 'Could this be the cave from the legend?'

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Snow Storm: Part 5

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst

Word Count: 2,870

Aesthetics by @ravenangel33 (top) & @sorenmarie87 (bottom)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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“You gotta find two sticks for arms, Dean.” John said as he helped Sam make the head of the snowman. You popped out of the bar with a celery stalk in one hand and two limes in the other.

“So I don’t have carrots because I own a bar and not a health food restaurant so we have celery for the nose and since I use all gas or wood, I figured limes would work for the eyes.” John looked back at you and laughed as he wiped his runny nose on the sleeve of his leather jacket. 

“Those will work perfect, sweetheart.” He said as Dean came running over with a giant tree branch dragging behind him, his cheeks and nose bright red from the cold.

“How about this one?!” he asked, the pride obvious in his voice and you giggled.

“Here bud. Let’s break it down a little bit so our snow man doesn’t have crazy monster arms.” Sam looked at you with his eyes wide and bared his teeth.

“Monster arms!!” He said with a giggle.

“Yea, monster arms!” Dean chimed in and you put your hands in the air in surrender.

“Alright, crazy monster arms it is but we still gotta break this bad boy down.” Dean nodded as he dropped the tree limb on the ground and you set the limes and the celery next to John in the snow.

“This is gunna be the weirdest looking snowman in the world.” He joked quietly and you laughed.

“Yep, our ass backwards, innocent monster snowman… we’ll call him Steve.” You went to stand up to help figure out the appendage situation but John’s hand stopped you.

“Thank you. We needed this.” You leaned over and gave him an upside down kiss and smiled.

“I know, so did I.” You kissed him once more before helping Dean tackle the arms while ‘Super Strong Sammy’ (and his muscle, dad) put the head on top of the body. After adding the long arms, the two limes and the celery nose, which Sam informed you, looked like boogers at the end; the four of you stood back and looked at your masterpiece in the setting sun.

“I like it.” Dean announced as he leaned back against your legs. “It’s perfect.”

“Yea, Dean. I think you’re right.” You heard the phone ring from inside the bar and you pushed Dean forward off your legs so that you could answer it.

“You boys ready for a nice fire and some cocoa before dinner?” John asked as he turned and followed you inside and both boys cheered in response. You smiled at him as you answered the phone.

“Peaches, this is (Y/N).” You snapped at John and pointed at the snow on his boots and mimicked a stomping gesture.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s Sandy.”

“Hey, how are you?” You said over the loud stomping of Sam and Dean jumping up and down on the bar floor and you rolled your eyes at John.

“Sounds like you are having a party over there!” She said with a laugh and you giggled.

“Yea, the guy I’m seeing apparently doesn’t understand how to quietly knock snow off his boots.” John raised his eyebrows at you for only a moment before a smile danced across his features as he nodded his head.

“I like the sound of that.” He whispered and you nodded as Sandy laughed in your ear.

“Well I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart. You deserve it. Hey, listen. I’m gunna be swinging through there in about 2 or 3 hours and I’m just looking for a hot meal for dinner; are you up and running?” You looked at the clock on the wall to see what time it was to make sure you could get the boys fed, bathed and ready for bed first and you nodded as you locked the bar door behind you.

“Yea, that’s should be alright. I’d offer you a room here but my rooms are currently spoken for just to give you the heads up.” You tapped off your boots before heading towards the stairs to get warmed up and you stopped half way to pick up Sam who was waiting patiently in the middle of the floor for you with his arms raised.

“Oh that’s fine. I have a case only a few hours south of you so I’m gunna be driving straight through. I just knew you would have your doors open for food despite the storm.” 

“Yep, I’m up and running. You know me but hey I just walked in from playing in the snow all day and I wanna warm up for a bit. Just call me when you get here and I’ll be down in the bar waitin’.” You set Sam down on the floor and bent down to untie his boots for him and he sat down and pushed your hand out of the way.

“Alright, hun. I’ll see you in a little while.”

“Sounds good; drive safe.” You looked up at John with a pouted out bottom lip as you hung up the phone. “Please tell me you saw that adorableness.” He smiled and nodded as he pulled the layers of wet t-shirts off his body. 

“I did, that a hunter?” you nodded.

“Woman named Sandy who was like a friend of a friend of someone that knew Elton I think. I don’t know I’ve only known her about a year now. Seems nice but there is something about her that rubs me the wrong way. Aren’t you cold?” You asked pointing to the 5th wet long sleeve he was taking off and he nodded with a laugh.

“I’m frozen but it was totally worth it. I will cave and let you get me that jacket if we are having any more snow days.” You nodded and laughed as you pulled the pink jacket off Sam before he could scamper away. “So I got the fire and dinner and you got cocoa and baths tonight?” He asked as you stood up and took off your jacket. 

“Works for me, baby.” You gave him a kiss before heading toward the kitchen to start the cocoa. “Boys… you gunna come help me with the hot chocolate?” You called out and a smile crossed your face as the patter of running feet was your response.

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“So we are seeing each other now, is that right?” John asked as he walked you backward into the bar with a cocky smile on his face. You smiled and tilted your head to the side.

“Seeing each other, casually starting to go steady, talking, dating, having crazy amazing sex, boyfriend/girlfriend; we can call it whatever you’d like. Of course… if that’s alright with you.” He smiled at you as you felt your legs hit the back of the pool table and he lifted you up onto it easily. 

“I’m ok with that.” You relaxed your hold on his waist to lean back a little to look at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Which part?” He looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think for a moment before shrugging.

“Just the sex part, everything else sounds stupid.” You tickled him and he squirmed between your legs, his laughter booming across the bar. When he caught his breath, he looked down at you and smiled. “Gods honest sweetheart, all of it sounds absolutely amazing to me.” 

“I guess it’s a good thing I had a snowmobile then, huh?” He chuckled as he pulled you close and leaned down, his lips brushing against yours.

“My angel.” As soon as your lips softly connected, the bar door opened and Sandy’s slightly irritating voice filled the room.

“(Y/N)? I’m… Oh!” You leaned around John to look at the hunter and her face paled as John turned around. “John?”

“Mary? What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, his voice dripping with venom as he stared down his ex-wife and you grabbed ahold of his hand just in case.

“I was just passing through on my way to a case. I’m an old friend of hers.” Sandy… Mary said as she pointed at you and took a step toward her ex-husband. “What are you doing here?”

“He lives here.” You answered for him, hoping that that answer would be ok and he laced his fingers with yours and squeezed gently to let you know it was.

“Are the boys…”

“Don’t you dare ask about my sons!” John shouted as you hopped off the pool table to stand next to him. “You have no right...”

“John, they are my sons too.” Before he could even respond you dropped his hand, stepped in front of him and marched toward her, finger raised as your blood boiled.

“NO! You lost the right to call those boys your sons the moment you walked out of their lives without even looking back. Dean may remember you somewhat but Sam doesn’t even know who you are. He was a baby and you turned your fucking back on him; on both of them! Don’t you dare presume that you can call yourself a mother after you pulled a stunt like that.”

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you have no place…” she started and you shook your head.

“Sorry darlin’. In case you forgot, you are in MY house talking about MY boyfriend and HIS children. Shit, you have been going by Sandy Campbell for the last year that I’ve known you so Mary Winchester obviously died a long fucking time ago. So take your bullshit sob story about how you miss your sons now that you’ve been found out, turn your ass around and get the fuck out of my bar. And I will tell you right now; you will never see those boys again.” 

You knew the minute the words came out of your mouth that she was going to swing at you; it all seemed to happen in slow motion. You watched her hand ball into a fist at her side as her shoulder dipped back. She pulled her arm back behind her and a smirk crossed your face. You heard John yell out behind you and as her arm flailed toward to, you ducked. Her fist went sailing over your head as her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact and she completely missed the right hook you threw, knocking her ass to the ground. As she writhed on the floor in pain, you stood next to her, glaring down your nose.

“You may be a hunter bitch, but I’m a fucking bartender. I break up fights for a living.” You pointed to the door. “Now, get your fucking ass out of my bar and you can consider your life as a hunter over. I may just be some small town girl but I have connections all over the country in the hunting community who will know exactly what kind of trash you are and if I ever see your face anywhere near those boys ever, I will shot first and ask questions later. Get out.” 

You watched her eyes flick from yours to John’s as she slowly got off the floor. Without another word, she walked out of the bar and you followed right behind her; your eyes following her every movement until she was completely off your property. When she was finally gone, you walked back inside and looked down at your bleeding hand and groaned as you locked the front door.

“Nice hook.” John said and you looked over at him; realizing you had almost forgotten he was there.

“Yea, well when you got a shit load of guys here watching the Bronco’s play anybody on a Sunday, fists get thrown and someone has to step in so you learn a thing or two.” John walked across the bar and took your hand gently in his to survey the damage.

“Come on, let’s get some ice.” He walked over behind the bar, grabbed a towel and pulled some ice out of the cooler as you hopped up on the bar.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stepped in like that. I was…” John paused and looked up at you.

“(Y/N), I’m not mad at you. Honestly, I’m kinda glad you stepped in because if I had, I probably would have hit her and it would have turned out ugly.” He spun the towel around in his hand and he stood between your legs. He took your hand in his and gently laid the ice on it as he slowly moved your fingers around to make sure nothing was broken. “It’s weird seeing her after all these years. Hell, for a long time I kinda hoped she was dead.” When he didn’t say anything else you looked up at him.

“And now?” He looked up at you with a small smile and a shrug. 

“Now? Now, I’m glad I was there to witness her get knocked on her ass like she deserved.” You laughed as he leaned down to kiss you and your free hand cupped his cheek until a young voice interrupted.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok? I heard yelling.” Dean asked and you looked over at him with a reassuring smile.

“Yea buddy. I’m ok. Someone just came into the bar and said some mean things to your daddy and I and I got a mad.” He nodded as his eyes fell down to your hand for a moment.

“Are you ok enough to tuck us in again with dad? Sammy is awake too.” Your heart absolutely melted as you looked at the little boy in front of you and you nodded as you glanced up at John.

“Yea buddy. Go back upstairs and we are coming up right behind you.” He nodded and turned back toward the stairs taking them two at a time.

“They are so precious when they aren’t destroying shit, aren’t they?” John asked as he helped you down from the bar and you nodded.

“I guess we don’t have to send them to boarding school just yet. Maybe next year.”

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After the night Mary came into the bar, you had her blacklisted from the hunting community and you and John settled into a pretty normal routine. He found a job at a mechanic shop in town, taking a hunting case every now and then and you slowly changed Peaches from being a bar to more of a restaurant to be a slightly more conducive environment to raise two boys in. Before you knew it, the snow melted and spring turned to summer. You were out shopping with John and the boys for new fall clothes for all four of you when a sign caught your attention. 

“Do you think we should enroll the boys in school?” you asked as you pointed toward the ‘Back to School’ sign. John looked up from the shirts he was thumbing through and his head tilted slightly.

“Well… yea, probably. Dean has never been to a school before; I’ve just had him do home schooling this young.” He looked over at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Is Sam even old enough for school?” You shrugged.

“I think so? I don’t know I’m still new at this parenting stuff baby.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Well I know there is that pre-school over by the shop so I can go on my lunch break tomorrow and check it out if you want to go to the elementary school and get the paperwork started for Dean. When does it start?” You saw Dean running toward you with Sam hot on his heels and you bent down and caught him around the middle as you answered.

“August I think… You two know you aren’t supposed to run around in the store.” You scolded as you looked between the two boys. “What do you guys think about starting school in the fall?” Dean shrugged.

“School is for chumps.” He said and you rolled your eyes up for a second before looking back at him.

“Well I guess you’re gunna be a chump then; sorry buddy.” He sighed and rolled his eyes but you could still see the excitement in his green orbs.

“Fine, I’ll go to school if I have too.”

“Can I go too?” Sam asked his excitement much more enthusiastically obvious compared to his brother.

 “Yea, Sam; you can go too.” Sam hissed a yes before the two boys turned and ran off in the other directions in a fit of giggles and you sighed after them.

“Quit running!” John shook his head as he went back to thumbing through the shirts.

“You’re too soft on them, (Y/N).” He said and you shoved at his shoulder.

“Yea, well they only get to be kids once and if they are running here it means they will be too tired to run at home so as long as they aren’t knocking people over or breaking stuff; I’m going to continue to let them run here and play the role of exasperated parent when I get dirty looks. Two birds, one stone.”

“Parenting 101 right there, baby.”

Part 6

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Slime 300 – 02 – And Then There Were Four

When Azusa tells Laika that all she did to reach her level was kill around 25 slimes per day, her pupil is a little surprised. She expected Azusa had worked hard enough to sweat blood. That’s when Azusa reiterates that if you are sweating blood, you’re doing it wrong; “it” being life. And she should know.

As for cooking, Laika’s portions are understandably dragon-sized. Azusa’s appetite shrinks before an omelette the size of an average dog, but one taste and she’s convinced of Laika’s skill. Laika also draws a magic circle for Azusa to cast a protection barrier around Flatta, earning the love of the townfolk.

Yep, Azusa and Laika’s slow life in their newly-build log mansion is pretty sweet. Then one day, a little girl with blue hair and green eyes knocks on their door, declaring herself to be Azusa’s daughter, Falfa. She’s there because her twin sister Shalsha is plotting to kill Azusa.

More precisely, Falfa and Shalsha are twin “slime spirits” born from the souls of all of the slimes Azusa killed over the years. While Falfa harbors no ill will, Shalsha has been training her mind and body to destroy Azusa the first chance she gets, and when she demonstrates her Smite Evil spell that negates all of Azusa’s magic, it looks like she just might succeed!

That is, if Azusa were all alone. Even though Azusa is ready to meet her fate, satisfied she lived a good slow life for three centuries, Laika won’t allow Shalsha to hurt her master. Shalsha folds like a manila folder once Laika hits her with a single Dragon Punch.

In her fifty years of existence, Shalsha poured all of her effort and mana into the Smite Evil spell targeted at Azusa, so she’s extremely weak against anyone other than Azusa. The spell also only lasted around an hour, which expires once she comes to, so she’s also harmless. Falfa manages to talk Shalsha down from her grudge; after all, everyone kills slimes every day!

With two adorable new daughters in her lap and a huge house built for her by Laika, Azusa suggests they move out of their shack in the forest and move in with their mama! The sisters agree, and the quartet hits the town for some shopping to prepare for a welcome party. On the way, Shalsha tells Azusa that there are both good and evil slimes, and she has no trouble killing the evil ones herself.

The new family of four sit down to another massive Laika feast, although this time the amount of food is more appropriate. Azusa makes sure both the sisters and Laika eat their celery soup, and while she wasn’t expecting a slow life with a big family, it’s nice in its own way, making things more fun and lively. It also means a lot more chuckle-worthy gags!

By: magicalchurlsukui

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Stroke of luck (Part-3)

Word count: 3100-ish

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff and a smartass OC maybe ;)

Series Summary: Dark highway, middle of the night, a bad boy driving an Impala, and a Damsel in distress. Too cliche? Think again.

A/N: I like where this story is going, hope y’all too :) Beta’d by the amazing @sdavid09. Feedback is REALLY appreciated <3

Flashback in italics

Disclaimer: The taglists aren’t working lately and neither are the links. The part linked below can also be found on my masterlist :)

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2

"Dude, where the hell were you?" Sam questioned first thing, when Dean opened the bunker door. It was past 2 in the morning. "I've been waiting up for you."

"Sorry, Mommy," Dean said sarcastically, discarding his bag on the table.

"No, seriously," Sam insisted. "You've been out of touch for almost 2 days now. Last I knew you bolted on me for a Vamp hunt. No text, no call, no nothing."

"The phone got smashed," Dean replied. "I figured I'd be back soon enough. If I’d had any idea you were gonna pounce on me tiger mommy style, I'd have called." Sam didn't need to know how close Dean had gotten to his death, or exactly how relieved he was to be able to see Sam again.

Sam sighed, shaking his head at his brother's antics, but relaxing nonetheless. Before he could say anything, Dean enveloped him in a bear hug. As much as it surprised Sam, he returned the hug just as tightly. He'd be lying if he said that Dean's absence hadn't been eating him out. Sam had been about ready to go looking for Dean when he’d turned up.

"What's up?" Sam asked when Dean broke free.

"Nothing," Dean shrugged. However, Sam saw a small smile playing on his lips, right before he turned on his heels and walked to his room.

Dean laid on his bed for a long time looking up at the ceiling. He was exhausted, bone-crushingly tired, but sleep wouldn’t come. He couldn't get that sassy kid out of his head. This wasn’t the first time he'd discovered that his life always hung by a thread, but it had rankled him all the same. The girl had only made him realize what he was truly missing in his life. He was scared to admit it to himself, but if he’d ever wanted his own kid, it would be someone like her. If that had been the only thing, Dean would’ve just shrugged it off, rolled over and managed to find some sleep. But the real reason he couldn't stop thinking about Sam was because she reminded him so much of Y/N. That sass, the way she laughed was so much like the only woman he had truly loved.

"Y/N?" He called, making his way towards the crouched figure sitting on Pastor Jim's back porch. She was wearing a green blouse today, a jacket thrown over her shoulder in an attempt to hide her face. "Y/N?" He called out again. There was no reply still.

Dean couldn't help but remember the day when he had first seen her 4 years ago. She had been sitting in the exact same spot as today, resting her head on her knees the same way. He bent down and picked one of the violets that always grew around the corner of Pastor Jim's house, before making his way to her and perching lightly next to her.

She didn't show any signs of acknowledging his presence.

"What's wrong, Y/N/N?" He asked her softly. He knew she wouldn't open up unless she wanted to, but he also knew that he could get her to open up, if he wanted to.

"I'm tired of moving around," came her muffled noise from beneath the flurry of hair. "I was just starting to make friends there! And then I had to move all over again to this new town where I don't know anyone."

Dean sighed. He’d been having the exact same conversation with Sam so many times lately, that the words came out without him having to think them through. "It's because your dad is a hero. He's saving people out there. And come on, this isn't too bad, is it? It's fun, going new places, not having to clean up behind you."

It was a lie. Nothing about this was fun. Not the sense of homelessness, not the life on the road, and neither the chilling fear of not getting to see your dad again. So Dean only shook his head knowingly at the next words that came out of her mouth.

"Who are you kidding, Dean?" She looked up then. "What's nice about crappy motel rooms and stale burgers? You, at least, have Sam. But me? I'm all alone. I have no one. I got lost in that new town on my way back from school yesterday, and I had no one to go to because dad wasn't there. I was so scared!" Her voice had lowered to a panicked whisper.

"You have me!" The words slid out thoughtlessly, but they were true. He felt as responsible for Y/N as he felt for Sam. "I mean, you have us. We’re not going anywhere. You have my number, give me a call if anything like that happens again and we'll be there."

"What about John?" She sniffled, her eyes meeting his.

"What about him?"

"You can't drive a car yet." 

"Legally," he shrugged.

"John will never lend you the Impala," you stated the obvious.

"Not yet," he smirked. "But I know how to steal a car."

"And that's illegal."

"When has that stopped a Winchester?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making her giggled.

Dean exhaled quietly. She needed to be happy. More than that, she deserved to be happy.

"Here," he said, handing her the violet. It was stupid, really. She knew where that flower came from and he knew that she knew it hadn't cost him a dime. But she always took it with this sweet little smile, like the violet meant so much to her. Over the years, it had become a tradition of sorts. He would always find her a violet, and she would always treat it like it was the most precious thing in the world. He had no idea what she did with all those flowers though.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" 

"Remember the day we first met?"

"Course," he smiled. It was funny how he had been thinking about that very day a while ago. "I promised I would never let anything happen to you."

"I know," she said, voice quieter still. "And I trust you." She paused for a second. "But I want you to make another promise."

"I promise." He said without batting an eye.

"You haven't even heard it yet." She smiled a little.

"Whatever it is, princess, it's yours," he smiled back reassuringly.

"Okay then. Promise me, you will always find me. The next time I get lost, whether or not I make that call, whether or not John lends you that Impala, you WILL find me. Please, I need to know that. I need to know that I'm not alone, that whatever happens, you will find a way to find me."

Dean was taken aback, not because of the words she had uttered, but because of the emotion underneath them. The trust there rattled him. "I-I promise, Y/N/N." He said. “I’ll always come find you, even if you don’t wanna be found.”

“Really?” She asked, her Y/E/C eyes round.

“Yep.” 

Then she did something even more unexpected that the impulsive promise. She leaned against his side, her head resting against his shoulder, and let out a contented sigh. Together they watched the sun go down, and still stayed the same way till the stars twinkled brightly in the sky, counting the stars in their favorite constellations.

Dean woke up late the next day, so he wasn't surprised to find Sam in the kitchen eating his lunch, laptop propped open on the table in front of him.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," Sam greeted him without taking his eyes off the screen.

Dean walked up to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of milk and grabbed the cornflakes from the top shelf before taking a seat opposite to Sam, who was so immersed in whatever he was reading that his hand had stopped midway to his mouth with a piece of celery dangling by the side of the fork.

"Eat the thing up first," Dean commented before pouring himself some breakfast.

"I think I found a case," Sam said, shoving his food away. "It's close by, I could make a check and be back before nightfall."

"No, no," Dean objected. It was gonna sound weird, but he wasn't going to let Sam go alone after his last hunt, specially not after his late night guilt trip down the memory lane. "You're not going solo, I'm coming with you."

"You just got back, Dean. You look burned." 

"What's the case?" Dean asked, side stepping Sam's observation.

Sam sighed, but answered nevertheless, "It's a string of deaths two towns over. Four victims so far with no connection between them, except the witnesses swear up and down that she saw purple light flashing out of their eyes before they crumpled to the ground. The medical reports say, and I quote- The hearts were liquefied."

"That's weird."

"I'd say," Sam scoffed. "The last one happened today morning at the local high school. 9th Grade student Aaron Fletcher."

"So what’re we waiting for?" Dean asked, quickly getting up and heading to his room, before Sam could even suggest that he stay back.

The high school was a collection of double story buildings with sloping roofs and brick clad walls. It was sparsely spread, connected by narrow paved pathways. The place gave a weird sort of vibe.

"This is the reason I dropped out," Dean said, gesturing towards the buildings. "The place screams haunted." Sam rolled his eyes

They quickly found out that the only witness to the scene was a girl taking the same class. Of course the police weren't buying a word of her 'purple eyes' story, so she had been detained for questioning since the morning. The girl wasn't budging from her story, and the police weren't either, claiming that she was hostile and uncooperative. The woman at the desk eyed them and the fake FBI batches suspiciously before letting them in. They decided to split; Sam would go check out the scene of incidence, while Dean would talk to the witness.

By the time Dean made his way to the room where the girl was, a sense of foreboding settled over him. He sucked at handling kids, let alone teenage girls who had just witnessed a supernatural murder. It was Sam's job to make those eyes, and have people feel at home, not his. He should’ve let Sam do the talking.

Dean took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside the room. The place was mostly empty, except for 2 desks placed right in the middle. A young girl was sitting in front of one, with her head resting over her arms on the table in front. Her long dirty blonde hair cascading along her side. Maybe it was because Dean had been thinking about her, or maybe it was the fact that he just recognized the color too well, but he couldn't help the word that came out of his mouth-

"Sam?"

Her head snapped up, and a pair of alert green eyes met he own. They were puffy and red.

"Dean?" He couldn't be sure if the modulation in her voice was relief or suspicion. "What’re you doing here?"

"I'm with the FBI," he said, slowly walking over to her. Not in a million possibilities had he imagined that she would be the witness.

"You're a Fed?" She raised her eyebrows. Even tensed and frustrated, that girl had a mouth on her.

"It says so on the badge," Dean smirked, taking a seat next to her on the other bench.

"I guess you're here to laugh at my story, too," she snorted bitterly.

"Actually, I'm here to believe it," Dean told her.

"No one did, why would you?" She looked away.

"Because you trusted me yesterday, and I'm going to do the same," Dean said simply. He didn't know why it was so easy to talk to her. She looked like a girl who had trouble with the authorities, and that was something Dean understood all too well.

Sam gave him a hard look, before launching into a blabber. "I was walking behind Aaron, and he was talking to Lindsay about the trig test. She had to go to the bathroom… and the figure came and she just… and all the purple light… He die-d…" Her voice broke on the last word.

"Whoa, Shorty, calm down," Dean placated her. "Here," he said, handing her the glass of water that was already there, "Drink this, take a deep breath, and start from the start."

She did as he told her, gulping the water quickly, and the breathing heavily for a while before starting again. "Aaron used to be in my trig class, and after the first class ended we were walking towards the Lit building. He and his girlfriend Lindsay were walking ahead and they turned towards the washroom, where I was headed. Lindsay went in, and Aaron was waiting outside when this figure appeared almost out of nowhere."

"Figure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," she said, desperate, like she was afraid Dean would stop believing her any moment now. "It was cloaked, so I don't know if it was a man or a woman. And that person touched Aaron… Like not exactly touched him, just brushed against him, pulled him a little closer, and then he was shaking like he was having a seizure of something. There was this bright purple light… It seemed to come from inside of him. It glowed through his eyes and fingertips for a while, and then he was dead."

"Just like that? What about that figure?"

"It disappeared the way it had come, ran away real fast." she cried, breaking down for the first time. "It's all my fault."

"No, it isn't," Dean disagreed gently.

"Yes, it is," she wailed, "If only I had gone after that thing instead of bending down and checking on Aaron. But I couldn't have just left him there, what if he had been alive?"

"Listen to me, you did the right thing. It doesn't seem like you would have been a match for that thing anyway."

"So you believe me?" She asked, her startling jade eyes round with surprise."

"Of course, I do," Dean patted her on the back. "I told you I would."

“Are you like the X-files?” Sam narrowed her eyes.

“Something like that, yeah,” Dean winked. “Just much cooler.” That made her snort.

Then she hesitated for a second before whispering, "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"There's something I didn't tell the police. I know they wouldn't’ve believed me."

"And what's that?"

"That hooded figure slipped something in Aaron's bag, a small pouch of sorts."

Frigging witches 

Sam continued before he could get a word out- "I think it was a hex bag. I think the thing that killed Aaron is a witch." She got it out in one breath, as if she was pushing her luck by telling him that. The words spilled themselves out before she could give herself a chance to change her mind.

Dean's eyes widened in shock. He stared at her for a moment. How did she even know about hex bags and witches?

Sam misunderstood his silence and kicked the foot of the desk in frustration. "I shouldn't have told you. I knew you wouldn't believe."

It took another second for Dean to restart. "No… No, Sam, I believe you," Dean told her. He knew from the conviction in her voice that she wasn't throwing bogus assumptions in the air. She knew what she was talking about. "I think so, too. We might be dealing with a witch here."

"You believe me?" She repeated her words from earlier, only her tone was dubious now.

"I do," Dean said firmly. "If it's hex bags, it's definitely witches. How do you know about this stuff? Hunter's kid?" It didn't seem likely, though. He’d seen her house yesterday. The lawn was taken care of and the place looked like it belonged to someone who was settled there. Hunters don't live a life like that.

"My mom's superstitious. She told me stuff like this exists, you know monsters and witches and Vampires," She told him, oddly calm now, like she trusted him to not think that she was crazy. "What's a hunter?"

Dean figured it was someone who knew their way around the territory who raised her. Sam was smart, so she would have definitely remembered the traits of things that go bump in the night once someone told her.

"Nothing," Dean dismissed her quickly. "Your mom did a damn good job raising a kickass like you."

Sam smiled, and it made Dean feel so much better. Better than he should have felt about making a stranger smile.

"Yeah my mom's awesome," she said proudly. "I just wanna go home to her, but these idiots won't let me even make a call to my mom. They think I'm high and making stuff up. They made me pee in a cup." She said distastefully. Her outrage seemed to strike a chord within Dean. This was why he hated authorities; they didn't know shit and still hounded people who actually knew."

"Wanna get out?" He smirked.

"Hells yeah!" She jumped out of the seat with the speed of a lightning bolt, making Dean chuckle.

"C'mon, Shorty," Dean ushered her, feeling like a teen again, "We’re gonna break you out."

Getting her out of the classroom and the corridor was easy enough, but once they reached the foyer, one of the officers from the PD interrupted him. Dean made a show out of how it was unauthorized to detain a minor without parental permission and whisked her away before the guy could get two words out. Once they were out of his ear shot, both Sam and Dean made a run for it, and didn't stop till they were out of the campus, laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt.

"You. Are. Awesome!" Sam declared once they finally reached the parking lot.

"I've been told," Dean said, still trying to get over the laughter. "Hurry up, kiddo. Get home before they catch you."

"Thank you so much," she said sincerely. "You're the best! I owe you one, Deano." She looked like she wanted to say something more as she stepped ahead, her arms slightly outstretched. However, after a quiet moment, she turned on her heel and ran out, disappearing around the corner; but not before she had thrown Dean another grateful grin full of mischief.

It made Dean's day, and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why.

Part 4 coming soon :)

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