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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter three | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter three is more filler because I had to split it into two due to being too long. but chapter three and four are coming out at the same time so enjoy!

word count: 6069 words

warnings: fighting (off screen)

The week flew by in a blur, and the day of the gala night had arrived. Y/N was currently slaving over a hot stove while her brother finished getting ready. It was still early so they had time for breakfast, “Billy, get your ass out here or I’m eating all the toast!” She called out to her brother.

Billy emerged from his room moments later, a mischievous grin on his face. "Why are you rushing me? You know I like to take my time" he teased, plopping himself down at the kitchen table.

“Your hair doesn’t need that much jelly, you half wit” Y/N quipped, plating some toast and eggs for him. Handing the teenager the plate before pulling the fridge door open, getting out the orange juice.

Billy chuckled at her comment, taking the plate from her with a grateful smile. "It's hair gel, not jelly, you idiot" he retorted playfully, but he couldn't help the smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He dug into his breakfast, his appetite evident.

“Potato, potato. Eat up” She sassed, pouring the glass of OJ before settling next to him at the island, digging into her own breakfast. Billy rolled his eyes at her comment, but continued munching on his food. He took a sip of his OJ before speaking, his eyes fixed on her.

"So..." he began, "Are you excited for your date tonight?" Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother’s insistent need to pry about her personal life. “It’s not a date, William. It’s a work event that I am going to with my boss” She stressed on the word ‘boss’, shooting her brother a sly look.

Billy grinned cheekily, ignoring her pointed look. "Yeah, sure, a ‘work event’ that’s fancier than your school prom. And your ‘boss’ is the hottest bachelor in Ohio." He emphasized the words in a teasing tone, clearly not buying her argument.

Y/N gasped playfully, tossing a piece of toast at him. “You watch your mouth, young man” She chided in a motherly tone. Billy let out a burst of laughter as the toast hit him in the face. "Hey! No fair!" he protested, a wide grin still plastered on his face.

Y/N pulled into the parking lot of the high school, parking near the main entrance. “Have a good day, bud” She said to Billy as he got out of the car, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. She pointed to her cheek with her index finger as he made her way around to the driver's side window.

After Billy gave her a loud, exaggerated smooch on the cheek, she playfully shoved his head away. "Ugh, get out of here you weirdo" she said with a laugh, while he cackled and walked into the building. “Love you sis!”

“Love you too bud!” She shouted back, with that, she peeled out of the driveway. Once Y/N was out of the parking lot, her thoughts wandered to the gala that was to happen that evening. Excitement and nervousness bubbled within her. She wondered what Jo had picked out for her to wear and, more importantly, how Dean would react when he saw her.

Y/N arrived at work, walking through the familiar halls of Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. The place was bustling, colleagues rushing about, getting ready for the busy day ahead.

She headed straight to her office, setting down her bag on her desk before taking her seat. She had barely sat down when her phone rang, ‘Principal Jenkins’ the contact read. Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion as to why Billy’s principal is calling her before she even got into work.

She picked up the phone, her mind racing with worry. "Hello, this is Y/N L/N speaking" she answered, her voice laced with concern. The voice of Principal Jenkins came through the receiver, serious and stern. "Ms. L/N, we need you to come down to the school as soon as possible" he informed her. "It's regarding your brother, William."

“I’m sorry-“ She stammered, her heart racing, confused and concerned. “What happened?” Principal Jenkins sighed on the other line, sounding genuinely sorry to be telling her this. "William got into a fight at school this morning" he explained, "And he won’t give us any details about it."

Y/N shot up from her seat, almost stumbling over. “Come again?!” She almost shouted, Billy was far from an aggressive kid, sure he played football but he never in a million years had gotten into a fight. Concern and anger raised in her head, “What do you mean he won’t talk?!” She spat, logic leaving her mind.

Principal Jenkins remained calm on the phone, trying to ease her panic. "Ms. L/N, please calm down" he implored, his voice steady yet firm. "We've tried talking to him but he refuses to tell us what happened or who started it. Please come down as soon as possible” With that, the principal hung up.

Y/N was fuming. The thought of her little brother getting into a fight and not telling her the truth filled her with a mixture of worry and irritation. She grabbed her jacket and purse, hastily making her way out of her office.

She made a beeline to Dean’s office, knocking on it a bit harshly. Startled at the sound of loud knocking, Dean looked up from his desk, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Come in" he called out in a commanding tone.

Y/N pushed the door open, the frustration and anger was evident on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry to do this so early, especially today. But can I take a couple of hours? It’s important and I can’t call it off” She asked him, swallowing back the fumes that were ready to barrel out of her ear.

Dean quickly noted the urgency in her voice and her tensed body language. He sat up straight in his chair as he nodded, his expression serious. "Of course, take all the time you need," he reassured her. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his eyes roaming over her features, concerned.

She bit her lip, nodding firmly. “Can I explain after?” Dean nodded in understanding, his gaze softening a bit. "Of course, go take care of what you need to" he said gently, his tone more comforting now. "Just... let me know if you need anything, alright?"

“I will, thank you” She said gratefully before locking the door. Once Y/N was out the door, Dean found himself a bit concerned. It was rare to see her so flustered and troubled, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had gone wrong. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze unfocused on his desk, waiting for her return.

Y/N stormed into the principal’s office, her frustration and worry evident on her face. Principal Jenkins stood up from his desk, his expression a combination of concern and disappointment. “Ms. L/N” he greeted, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“Where’s my brother?” She demanded in a gruff tone, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes darted around the room to see Billy nowhere to be found. Principal Jenkins held his hands up in a placating gesture, trying to calm her down. "Your brother is currently in detention for the rest of the day," he explained, his voice steady.

"We had to separate the two boys involved to prevent further escalation." Jenkins explained. “Is he hurt? Is he bleeding? Get him here” She demanded again, her tone firm. Principal Jenkins took a deep breath, understanding her concern. "Ms. L/N, your brother is fine. There were no serious injuries. Just a few cuts here and there, but nothing major" he reassured her.

"He’s refusing to talk to us about it." Y/N huffed, taking a seat on the chair. “I don’t understand how this can happen” Y/N scoffed. Principal Jenkins sighed, taking his own seat behind the desk. "Neither do I," he admitted.

"Your brother is a well-behaved kid. He's never gotten into trouble before, let alone a full-blown fight. It's puzzling, to say the least." She shook her head, rubbing her temples. Y/N had no idea how she was gonna explain this to Belinda, their mom. “I just- Jesus” she stammered.

Principal Jenkins leaned forward in his chair, his expression empathetic. "Ms. L/N, can you think of any reason why your brother might have started this fight? Is there something going on at home that we should know about?"

“I’m sorry” Her eyes snapped up to the principal with offense. “You think Billy started that fight?“ She scoffed, “The kid volunteers at a soup kitchen every Sunday for crying out loud! He’s a better person than me” Y/N defended, “If anything, I have no doubt in my mind that the other kid started that fight”

Principal Jenkins held up his hands, attempting to placate her. "Ms. L/N, I apologize if my question came off as accusatory. That was not my intention at all. I'm just trying to gather all the facts and get to the bottom of this situation." He paused briefly, his gaze scrutinizing. "But surely you must know that your brother is not completely blameless in this? It takes two to tango"

“Yeah, but it takes one provocation to get someone’s teeth knocked in” Y/N spat back without thinking, she blinked rapidly when she caught her words. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins” She apologized immediately. Principal Jenkins held up his hand, waving off her apology. "No, no, it's quite alright" he said. "I understand this is a stressful situation for you."

He leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the desk in front of him. "But we need to approach this sensibly. I need you to have a talk with your brother, see if you can get him to open up. It might be easier for him to express himself to you, rather than us."

Principal Jenkins smiled slightly, appreciating her cooperation. "Thank you, Ms. L/N" he acknowledged. "I know this isn't an easy situation for you, but we really need to get to the heart of what happened. The sooner we do, the better it'll be for your brother and the school."

“He’s not going to get suspended, right?” She asked hopeful that he wasn’t, because her brother has been dreaming of getting drafted to play pro one day, and she wasn’t going to let a stupid high-school fight get out on his permanent record to mess up his chances.

Principal Jenkins shook his head in reassurance. "No, no. Given your brother's clean record and the circumstances, we're not considering suspension" he reaffirmed. "However, he will be facing some sort of discipline, such as a detention or loss of privileges, to make sure this doesn't happen again"

“Okay, that’s understandable. Thank you sir” She said gratefully, a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. Principal Jenkins nodded, his expression warm. "You're welcome, Ms. L/N" he replied. "And please, take your time with your brother. Don't rush him to talk before he's ready." Y/N nodded again, “Of course, can I see him now?”

"Certainly" Principal Jenkins nodded, standing up from his chair. "I’ll get him for you" He opened the door to his office, gesturing for her to follow him.

They made their way down the halls, the sound of students chattering and lockers slamming filled the air. Principal Jenkins led Y/N to a small room off to the side, where Billy was seated in a chair, looking dejected.

Y/N’s heart dropped when she saw the bleeding cut on his lip, she immediately rushed to his side, holding his face between her palms. “Oh, sweetie” She gasped, quickly rummaging through her satchel, pulling out an antiseptic wipe.

Billy’s eyes widened in surprise and shame as he felt the cold touch of the antiseptic to the cut on his lip. He winced slightly at the sting but didn’t pull away, allowing her to clean the wound.

"It's nothing" he mumbled, his voice low and resigned. “You’re bleeding,” She shook her head, “What happened, bud?” She asked gently. Billy’s gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding eye contact. He fidgeted with his hands on his lap, clearly uncomfortable discussing the incident.

"It doesn’t matter," he muttered, his tone flat. “William” She chided in a stern tone. Billy flinched at the sound of his full name being used in that tone. He knew the disappointment and worry was evident in his sister's voice. After a moment of tense silence, he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"It’s stupid" he muttered, his voice just above a whisper. “Try me” She challenged. Billy took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on the floor. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

"There’s this kid in my class - Tyler” he began. "He’s always been a dick. Always picking on the smaller guys, making fun of them, starting fights. I never really paid him any mind before."

“You stood up for another kid?” She asked, a bit of proudness in her tone. Billy gave a half-hearted shrug, his shoulders still slumped. “Yeah, I guess” he admitted grudgingly. “It was just some freshman kid. Tyler was giving him a hard time, pushed him around, y'know? I stepped in, told him to back off. Then he turned on me instead."

A small smile tugged at y/n’s lips, her mind going back to when she was Billy’s age and she pulled up on some footballers from troubling Sam, the process earned her a life long friend. She felt proud of her little brother, granted, he got in a fight. But she was still proud, “Hey, look at me” She said softly.

Billy raised his eyes to meet hers, his gaze still weary and dejected. The cut on his lip stood out more now against the paleness of his face, making her heart ache. "You're a good kid" She said softly. "Sticking up for someone like that. Proud of you."

Billy's expression changed, from dejection to surprise. He swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing visibly. "You're not mad?" He asked, his voice sounding unsure and small. “I’m not mad, a bit disappointed…but mom on the other hand..” Her voice trailed off.

Billy flinched at the mention of their mom. He knew how strict she could be. "She's gonna kill me" He groaned, burying his face in his hands, his voice muffled. “She can’t kill your from a thousand miles away, bud” Y/N chuckled, pushing herself up back to her feet.

Billy huffed a small laugh, a hint of humor in his eyes now. "Still gonna yell at me though" he grumbled. "All the way from the freakin' middle-east" Y/N snorted, taking his school bag from him. “You’ll hear her yelling in tongues real quick” She threw her head back laughing as they made their way to the parking lot, y/n was never quite religious but her mom was practically obsessed with God.

Billy groaned exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes playfully in the same manner a dramatic teenager his age would. "Not lookin' forward to that" He drawled, trying to sound annoyed. He then chuckled softly, looking at her. "You really ain't mad?" He asked, making sure.

“I ain’t” She assured him, opening the door for him to hop in. “I’ll do you one better, I’m not going to the gala with Dean tonight again. He’ll have to get another date. Me and you are gonna stay in and pig out”

Billy shook his head frantically, the idea of pigging out and playing video games with his sister all night was enticing, but he was not gonna let her miss out on the chance of going out on a real date. From the short time he met Dean, he could tell that Dean was a genuine guy, compared to the other halfwits his sister dates in the past.

"No way, Y/N!" Billy protested. "You can't skip out on the gala with Dean! The dude’s like a golden retriever in human form. I've seen the way he looks at you. You can't bail on him!"

Y/N was taken back by this, her hand with her keys stopping midway, inches away from the ignition. “You’re passing up on pigging out?” She gaped, “And he does not look at me in any way!” She denied.

Billy gave her a deadpan look, his disbelief evident on his face. "You really gonna try and deny it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "That dude had heart eyes for you when you looked like a hot mess and threw up in our bathroom at 3 am, it's painfully obvious. Don't give me that 'he doesn't look at me in any way' bull crap."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at his pointed remark. She knew deep down that Dean was fond of her, she wasn’t a complete idiot, he was her boss and she wasn’t risking her job but hearing her little brother say it aloud was more than a little embarrassing.

She shook her head, trying to dismiss it all. "It's not like that, bud" She protested weakly, avoiding his gaze. "Uh huh, keep lying to yourself" Billy teased, a wide grin on his face. “Shut up before I call Tyler for you” Y/N huffed, peeling out of the driveway.

They spent the rest of the drive back home bantering back and forth, Billy occasionally teasing her about Dean. It was a warm and light-hearted exchange, and Y/N found herself thankful for it despite the lingering heat in her cheeks.

“Alright, there’s left over food from yesterday in the fridge. I’ll be home later, Jo’s gonna come over to help me pick out a dress and she’ll be staying the night to babysit you since I’ll be gone most of the night. Shower, do your homework and clean the kitchen okay?”

"Yeah, yeah I know the drill" Billy rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Have fun with Dean. But don't come crying when I beat your high score at Halo" He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Y/N laughed, giving him a playful shove. "Don't you dare touch that game, kiddo. I will kill you" She warned, the empty threat filled with a mock seriousness. Billy shot her a playful middle finger as he strode over to the front door. When he locked it behind him, y/n peeled her Jeep out, now headed back to work.

Y/N returned to work, the hustle and bustle of the office filling her ears as she made her way to her office. She passed by coworkers and fellow employees going through the day, each engrossed in their work.

As she settled in her chair, her mind began to wander to the upcoming gala. The thought of spending the evening with Dean sent a flutter through her chest and she quickly pushed the thought aside.

She then realized she should tell Dean that she’s back, so she pushed herself up from her chair and made her way to his office. Y/N approached Dean’s office, knocking softly on the door. After a moment, she heard him call for her to enter.

"Come in" His voice was deep and smooth, as per usual. She pushed the door open, stepping into the spacious office. Her eyes caught sight of Dean seated behind his desk, his green stare flicking up to her as soon as she entered.

“Hey” She greeted, a small smile on her lips. “Just wanted to let you know I’m back and thank you for giving me a couple of hours to deal with everything”

Dean leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers drumming on the arm rest. “No problem, is everything sorted out?” He asked, his voice tinged with concern. The cut on her brother’s lip came to the forefront of her mind. “Uh…it’ll be okay” She assured him.

There was a pause, his gaze boring into hers, before he spoke again. “You didn’t sound so sure” He pointed out, the concern in his voice deepening. He leaned forward, resting his forearms against the desk, his fingers interlocked. “Everything okay?” He pried gently.

She sighed, stepping into his office before closing, “It’s just- Billy got into a fight, which is unlike him, so the principal called me down to deal with it” Dean’s expression of concern morphed into surprise, his eyebrows shooting up. “He got into a fight?” He echoed, his eyes widening slightly. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay, just a busted lip and a bruised ego. But he was defending a kid from getting bullied, so that’s that” She shrugged, but she couldn’t deny the weight on her chest. Dean listened intently, his gaze flickering over her face as she spoke, taking in her troubled expression. “Defending a kid…so he’s got a bleeding heart huh?” He commented with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N chuckled softly in response to his attempt to lighten the mood. “Yeah, he’s always had a bleeding heart” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Kid volunteers at a soup kitchen every Sunday”

“Sounds like a pretty good kid” Dean mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “But it seems like you’re worried about something other than a fight” He pointed out, his voice gently prodding for more.

“It’s more my mom,” She shrugged, “She’ll probably yell at me for not doing a proper job at taking care of him, but it wouldn’t be the first time” She snorted, shaking her head, she’d be lying if she said that her mother’s strict attitude didn’t hurt her, especially when she was truly trying her best with Billy.

Dean’s expression darkened when she mentioned her mother being tough on her, a protective gleam in his eyes. “Your mom sounds like a piece of work, no offense” He said, the words blunt yet empathetic. A smile broke out on her face at this, “That she is, but we love her” She laughed, throwing her head back at Dean’s bluntness.

Dean chuckled, his mood lightened at her laughter. “Still, she shouldn’t be making you handle all that on your own” He asserted, his tone firm yet full of care. “Family should support each other through tough times, not criticize each other” Y/N smiled again, twiddling her thumbs as he spoke. “I appreciate that, truly,” She said softly.

Dean’s gaze softened at her soft words, his expression filled with understanding. “Anytime” He replied, his voice gentle. He then leaned forward slightly, his forearms resting on his desk. “That being said, are you still coming to the gala tonight?” He asked, his expression turning serious.

She fidgeted slightly, her heart skipping a beat at his question. The thought of the gala had been on the back of her mind since she walked into his office. “Yeah, I am” She assured him, “I was actually gonna cancel on you but Billy insisted I go” She chuckled.

Dean’s smile widened at her response, his gaze lingering on hers for a moment. “Well I gotta send my thanks to Billy for that then” He quipped, a boyish grin tugging at his lips. His expression then softened again, becoming more sincere. “But in all seriousness, are you sure you’re up for it?”

Y/N paused, her eyes flickering over his face. She was touched by his concern for her, his genuine care making something flutter inside her chest. “I’ll be fine” She said after a moment, her voice soft. “It’ll be a nice distraction”

Later that evening, Y/N was now entering her house. Jo was patiently waiting in her living room, currently watching Real Housewives with Billy on the couch, an array of elegant dresses piling all over their living room.

As Y/N entered the room, she was immediately met with the sight of Jo lounging on the couch, watching reality TV with Billy. The living room was in a state of chaos, with an array of beautiful dresses scattered all over, hanging off the back of chairs and furniture, with some draped over lamps.

“Jesus, chick, I said one or two, not your whole damn closet” Y/N laughed, taking off her heels as she tossed her keys into the bowl on the counter. Jo shot Y/N a sheepish grin from her spot on the couch, “Hey, a girl’s gotta be prepared” She defended herself, waving a hand. “Besides, I brought options for your hair and makeup too”

“Of course you did” Y/N muttered, opening the fridge to get out two beers. As Y/N grabbed two beers from the fridge, Billy chuckled from his spot on the couch. “She’s more excited about this than you are” He teased jokingly, earning a light smack in the arm from Jo.

“Did you do your homework?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at her brother while handing Jo the beer. Billy rolled his eyes, turning fully towards her. “Yes, I did my homework, mom” He replied sarcastically, a hint of a smile on his face.

She gave him a side eye, knowing damn well he was lying. He chuckled in response to her knowing look, raising his hands in defense. "I'm being honest!" He protested, although his smirk told a different story. Y/N didn’t speak, she just pointed to his room door, a stern look on her face.

Billy slumped back against the couch, a exaggerated pout on his face. "Oh c'mon, Y/N" He whined melodramatically. "I promise I'll finish it after the show"

“You can watch Real Housewives reruns tonight, homework, now. Andale!” She said sternly, snapping her fingers. Billy let out an over dramatic sigh, dramatically clutching his chest as if shot. “You’re no fun” He grumbled. He then stood up and headed off towards his room, throwing an exaggerated wave over his shoulder.

Jo chuckled as she watched the interaction between the two. Y/N shook her head and chuckled as well, rolling her eyes. “He’ll never change” She muttered as she took a seat next to Jo on the couch, beer in hand.

Jo nodded in agreement, a smirk on her lips. "It's because you spoil him" She teased, nudging Y/N playfully. Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile on her face. "Yeah, yeah, you two team up on me" She replied, shaking her head. She then sat down on the armrest and looked at the array of dresses on the floor.

"So, which one should I wear tonight?" Y/N asked. Jo quickly placed her beer on the coffee table, excitedly clapping as she squealed. Y/N chuckled at Jo's giddiness, placing her own beer down on the coffee table next to Jo's. "Okay, okay, calm down" She chuckled, watching as Jo began to rummage through the dresses.

"Let's see, you should keep it simple yet chic..." Jo muttered, lifting up a few dresses from the pile. She then held up a navy blue, off-the-shoulder gown, "What about this one?"

“Ehhhh..” Y/N tilted her head, tapping her chin. “I don’t know, seems a bit revealing?” She muttered, an idea crossing her mind. “Oh, why don’t I ask Dean what color he’s wearing and we can coordinate” She suggested, reaching into her bag to pull out her phone.

Jo lowered the dress, a smirk spreading across her lips. "How wife material of you.." She teased, a wicked glimmer in her eyes. “Joanna Beth.” Y/N glared at her as she dialed in Deans number, which she had memorized, putting it on speaker.

"Just sayin'!" Jo defended, raising her hands up in surrender, a cheeky grin on her face. Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head, a small smile on her face as she waited for him to pick up. After a few rings, Dean's voice came over the speaker, smooth and deep.

"Hey doll, everything alright?" He asked, the sound of papers shuffling in the background. Jo had to hold back a laugh from Dean’s response, “Doll” she mouthed, a knowing look on her face.

Y/N flipped her friend off before beginning, “Hey, I don’t mean to bother you but I was just wondering. What color tie are you wearing tonight?” There was a pause on the other end of the line as Dean pondered her question. "Uh..I think it's a dark charcoal grey" He answered after a momentary silence.

“Okay, one sec” She turned to Jo, “Babe, you got anything in dark charcoal grey?” Jo immediately sprang into action, rummaging through the pile with more enthusiasm than before. Eventually, she let out a triumphant shout. "Found it!" She exclaimed, holding up a gown of charcoal grey fabric.

The dress Jo held up was made of luxurious charcoal grey fabric, the shimmering material falling gracefully down into a figure-hugging shape. The back was exposed, that would accentuate the smooth plane of Y/N's back in a way that was both elegant and alluring.

Y/N tilted her head again. “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s too much skin?” Jo rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her beer before speaking, "Oh c’mon, you’re young and single. You gotta show off the goods" She smirked, gesturing with the beer.

Y/N scoffed a laugh, “Ignore her” She told Dean apologetically, “What other color ties do you have?” There was a crackle of static on the line before Dean replied, "Uh..I have a purple tie as well" He said, his voice slightly amused at the exchange between Y/N and Jo.

“Got anything purple?” Y/N asked Jo. Jo immediately began sifting through the pile again, her fingers combing through fabric, searching for the purple dress they needed. After a few moments, she let out another victory noise and pulled up another gown, holding it out for Y/N to see. This one was a deep, rich purple, the color of a fine wine.

The dress that now hung up in front of Y/N was made of a rich, deep purple fabric, the color dark and luxurious. The same figure-hugging shape as the charcoal dress accented her body, with a slit up the thigh to allow for movement. The neckline was modest, but it revealed just enough skin to be tantalizing.

“Damn…” Y/N muttered, eyeing the dress up and down. Her mouth going dry. “See, I told you!” Jo said smugly, a satisfied smirk on her face. Dean’s voice crackled over the line once more. “That one good?” He asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

Y/N flashed Jo a wink before going back to Dean. “It’s amazing, I love it” She squealed. “So are we meeting up at the office or the party?” There was a soft rustle of papers on the other end of the line before Dean replied, "I'll pick you up from your place, is 7:00 okay?" He suggested, his voice a mixture of professionalism and warmth.

“Wha- I- You don’t have to do that” She stammered. Dean chuckled on the other end of the line, the sound warm and amused. "It's no problem, doll. I insist" He said, his tone firm yet gentle. Jo smirked as she heard the exchange, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she mouthed 'doll' to Y/N once more.

Y/N rolled her eyes once more, “Seriously, Dean. It’s too much to ask” She groaned. There was a pause on the line as Dean considered her protest, a small sigh coming through the speaker. "Listen, you're doing me a favor by being my date tonight. Let me do this for you, please" He requested, his voice taking on a more persuasive tone.

Jo coughed loudly beside Y/N, beer spraying down her chin as she choked on it from Dean's words. She then started laughing, her hand wiping away the liquid dribbling down her chin.

Y/N quickly tossed a pillow at her, pressing her fingers to her lips harshly. “Fine, but I’m paying for gas” Y/N said firmly. There was another pause on the line, followed by another amused chuckle. "Of course. I'll see you at 7." A pause, "And doll?" He asked, his voice suddenly low and sultry.

"Wear those heels I like" He added, his voice going even huskier, before the line went dead, leaving her with the silence of the room.

Y/N's eyes widened as the call disconnected, her jaw dropping at Dean's last request. Jo, on the other hand, was struggling to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face from laughter.

When Jo finally sobered up, she and Y/N shared an eye wide look before both bursting out in a fit of screams. “AHHHHHHHH!!!!” Both women gripped each others hands, jumping up and down like a bunch of teenage girls.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD” Y/N shrieked, her hands gripping Jo’s tightly, the two of them jumping up and down in excitement. "HE LIKES THE HEELS!!" Y/N added, her voice rising in pitch with each word.

"Oh my God, he said- he said-" Y/N stammered.

"Oh my GOD!" Jo squealed.

Both Y/N and Jo were screaming, still gripping each other's hands as they bounced up and down, their excitement uncontainable.

The sound of a door flinging open suddenly interrupted Y/N and Jo's screaming. In an instant, Billy, Y/N's younger brother, burst from his room, wielding a baseball bat.

The teenage boy had an expression of both anger and confusion on his face. Assuming they were in trouble or someone broke in. He burst straight into action. Upon seeinv the two screaming women, he raised the bat a bit higher, a confused frown on his face.

"What in the fuck is going on here?!" He demanded, his grip on the bat loosening a bit once he saw that there was no intruder. Y/N and Jo, who were still clutching each other's hands, took a moment to recover from their initial shock of Billy bursting in on them.

When they finally caught their breath, they both broke into a fresh wave of giggles, the sight of Billy with a baseball bat held high making the situation all the more hilarious. “Nothing, it’s not important” Y/N chuckled, covering her mouth.

Billy lowered the baseball bat, a bewildered look on his face as he observed the two women. "Then why were you screaming like banshees?" He asked, eyeing them both up and down with a perplexed expression. “Dean just flirted with Y/N!” Jo squealed again. “It was soooooo hot” She cooed.

Y/N's cheeks were practically a deep shade of red as Jo blurted out the truth. Billy was now intrigued as Jo continued to explain. "He also told her to wear special heels!" Jo added, her voice dropping an octave lower, mimicking Dean's tone perfectly. It was now Billy’s turn to squeal.

Billy let out a high-pitched squeal that rivaled Jo's, his eyes widening in surprise. "HE WHAT??" He exclaimed, the baseball bat momentarily forgotten in his hand. Y/N and Jo bursted out into a fit of laughter at his reaction.

The sight of Billy, a sixteen-year-old boy, squealing in response to Dean's gesture was priceless. Y/N and Jo could hardly contain their laughter, their giggles growing louder as Billy's reaction became more comical.

“Alright alright, go finish your homework. I’ve gotta get ready” Y/N instructed her brother. Billy let out a frustrated grumble, lowering the baseball bat and rolling his eyes. "Ugh, you're such a buzzkill, Y/N. Just let me enjoy this moment" He whined, his voice filled with teenage sass.

“Homework. Now.” She snapped her fingers. Billy groaned, clearly not pleased with Y/N's strictness. "Fine, fine. I'm going" He grumbled, reluctantly shuffling back into his room, the baseball bat resting on his shoulder.

Y/N then turned to Jo, a wide grin on her face. “So, you staying to help me with my makeup and hair?” Jo's face lit up, mirroring Y/N's excited expression. "Oh, absolutely. I wouldn't dream of missing the chance to style you up. You're going to be a goddess tonight." She said, grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling her over to the vanity.

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princessconsuela120 · 6 months

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Chapter Sixteen: If I Ever Did Believe —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death, that’s it.

Authors note: I know this has been sooooo long guys, but one more chapter and we’re done! Don’t forget to like comment and leave requests, they are still open😉 enjoy!!

—✧

For the past week, I had been staying with Kenny and his kind family. After Kenny was released from the hospital, I made a promise to help take care of him. He didn’t want me too, but who cares, I don’t listen to anyone.

Most nights had occurred the way today had. Kenny, Karen and I bunched together in the living room, watching movies as Karen did my hair, or painted my nails, or did my makeup.

“This color is perfect for you Juno.” Karen said kindly, smiling at me as she painted my nails.

“Aww thanks carebear.” I replied, smiling at her.

“You two are insufferable.” Kenny grumbled, turning the tv volume up even louder to try and drown out the talking.

“Shut up and eat your potatoes.” Juno hissed, making Kenny look back with a fake smile, as he batted his eyelashes at her.

“I can’t, can you feed them to me mama?” He teased, making me roll my eyes at him as I shoved him lightly.

“Shut up you ass hole.”

“Juno!” Kenny yelled, holding two hands over my stomach as best as he could with his cast, pretending to cover the baby’s ears. “Language! Not infront of the baby.”

“Oh shut up.”

“I can’t wait to be an aunt.” Karen said, a wide smile on her face, he eyes lit up from the look of my stomach.

“You’re gonna be a great one too Karen.” Kenny said, pulling her into him happily.

“I think it’s gonna be a girl.” She said excitedly. She held her nail polish out, smiling as she waved it excitedly before continuing my nails. “And I’m gonna do her nails, and her hair.”

“You think it’s gonna be a girl? I was thinking a boy.” I exclaimed, watching as she concentrated on my nails.

“I think it’s a girl. It’s my aunt powers you know?” I nodded, unable to argue with her reasoning.

“Of course.”

“You’re gonna look so beautiful for the baby when she’s born.” Karen cheered, referring to my hair that she was now doing.

“All thanks to you Karenn…” my words were interrupted with a groan. “Ugh, god.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Kenny asked nervously, jumping up from his spot at my discomfort.

“More false contractions. Pissing this kid off to no end, they won’t stop kicking me.” I grumbled, squeezing my eyes shut at the sting.

“Can, can I feel?” Karen asked, making me smile. I grabbed her hand, placing it where the baby had just kicked.

“Of course.”

“Woah. That’s so cool.” She whispered, causing me to turn to Kenny with a smile.

“I know. I can never keep my hands away anymore.” He exclaimed, placing his hand beside Karen’s.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered.

“I’m not gonna lie you guys this is really nice.” Kenny said, smiling around at Karen and I.

“Yeah.”

“Me and my best girls.” Kenny said, putting a hand on my stomach. “You two little cutie.” He whispered, rubbing gently over my bump.

“I’m telling you it’s a boy.” I teased, making Kenny scoff.

“Ah, my sister’s always right.” He said, high diving with Karen before pulling her to his side, letting her snuggle into him as we turned our attention to the movie.

—✧

Liane Cartman passed away a week after we came back from the cabin. It was strange actually, Kyle and I had gone to visit with flowers the night Cartman got back from the hospital. I think she may have known something was coming, she was always a smart woman. That night we talked and talked, more than I may have ever spoken with Liane in my life. She went peacefully, Cartman said she was sleeping when it happened. Her funeral was the next day, almost all of South Park was there.

It was as quiet as it could’ve been in the morning, the only sound being the chirping of birds that flew around. Blue jays, to be more specific. Eric had always told me that he loved blue jays. He loved them because of her. Whenever we’d go over to Eric’s house, Ms.Cartman would always boast about the bird feeder outside. How the blue jays would show up.

I love blue jays now too.

“I’m so sorry Eric.” I mumbled, quiet to try and keep the peace that Liane left behind. Eric shrugged as I placed a hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s life isn’t it?” He replied shortly, making Kyle drown at his words.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be upset.” Kyle said.

I turned to face Eric as he looked at me. He frowned, and soon that frown turned into a cry, and he was hiding his face in my chest. I couldn’t do anything but hug him back.

It was an odd sight, to comfort Eric. Usually he’d be making snarky comments as someone else comforted me. But it was nice, sad, but nice seeing that Eric was human too. And like all humans, grief stings.

“You stay with us now, yeah? That way you aren’t alone.” I suggested, pulling away as Eric whipped his eyes on his sleeve.

“I can’t do that. You guys need space.” He argued, making me shake my head.

“No, Eric really. We’re moving into the barn with Stan. Gonna renovate and redecorate for the baby.” I explained, smiling at him softly.

“We’d be more than happy for you to live with us.” Kyle joined, smiling at him as well.

“You guys have shown me way more kindness than I deserve.” Eric said, letting out a shaky smile as I rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Everyone deserves love Eric. Even you.” Kyle said, shoving Eric lightly, making him chuckle.

—✧

“This is the crib.” Stan said, holding up a large cardboard box with Kenny on the other end, slightly out of breath from having carried it all the way from the car. I smiled, pointing to the spot I wanted it placed.

“Oh, perfect. Over there by the rocking chair.” I explained, making Stan sigh as he and Kenny carried it to the corner.

We had finally been able to move into the barn. Dad was giving the spot up, to nit tempt any future farming plans, and besides, now we wouldn’t bug my parents with the baby. We were having a baby, Kyle and I figured we needed a place to stay. Now, even better, Stan was moving with us. And so was Kenny, and now Cartman. I wasn’t gonna say I was excited, but damn I was so excited.

“You know, if you know where everything goes why don’t you carry a box in?” Stan whined, making me roll my eyes, handing him the small box I carried as I gestured to my large stomach.

“Because, Stanley, I happen to be with child.” I replied sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah, right, how could I forget.”

“This is crazy. This is so crazy! I mean we’re actually living together.” Kenny cheered excitedly, Kyle smiling at me as he came to wrap an arm around my waist.

“I know right? This has been our dream since we were kids.” Kyle exclaimed as I snuggled into his side.

“I can’t believe your dad let us take the barn.” Kenny said as Stan and I looked at each other.

“Neither can we.” We both chuckled as we responded in unison.

“It’s good though, he’s finally ready to let tegridy go.” Stan couldn’t help but smile as he said that.

“Who knows, maybe we can plant his left over…” Stan and I both quickly interrupted Kenny before he could finish.

“No!” We both shouted, making Kenny hold his hands up in defense.

“I was gonna say his left over fruits and veggies. Calm down guys.”

“Sorry. Just uh, traumatizing.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head to redirect the conversation. “Alright so, Kyle and I have the room next to the nursery, so that means, Stan upstairs, Kenny downstairs and Cartman…”

“I can take the couch, it’s fine.” Cartman said quickly, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous Eric.”

“No really, it’s not much harm.”

“Eric, stop. You’re living here, with us. We want you here, with us. This room is for you.” Kyle explained, shaking Eric’s hand. I couldn’t hold back the tears that pricked in my eyes any longer, and Kyle turned to me with a frown.

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s okay.” He said, pulling me closer to him. I grabbed his hand with a tearful smile.

“No, I know. I’m just so happy right now.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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strawheart-pirate · 9 months

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Revelations

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!Reader

December 13th 2023 Words: 888 CW: SFW, Fluff, modern AU, established relationship, food, Rosinante’s nickname is Cora or Corazon

It was Christmas Day and that meant your brother-in-law was coming to dinner. You were worried because he had high expectations and your partner... well, he's a bit clumsy. Let's see if Corazon's wish for a perfect Christmas dinner comes true.

"We'll have smoked salmon with beetroot and vodka crème fraîche as an appetizer, roast turkey with lemon, parsley and garlic as the main course, with scalloped potatoes and cacio e pepe Brussels sprouts as a side dish. And for dessert, we'll have vanilla-infused panna cotta with a pomegranate glaze. How does that sound?" Cora smiled as he read the Christmas menu to you.

"Sounds wonderful, how can I help?" you asked as you tied on your apron.

"You can start with the potatoes while I stuff the turkey."

"All right." You smiled and began to peel the potatoes. You had a certain routine in the kitchen, so it was no big deal to clean and thinly slice the potatoes. Occasionally you watched Cora struggle with the turkey. You could see that he was very focused on what he was doing because his tongue stuck out a little, and that brought a warm smile to your face.

The two of you worked in sync and finished the preparation in no time. You had already prepared the plates for the starters and dessert, so nothing could go wrong with those dishes. Meanwhile, Cora was already putting the turkey in the oven, since it would take the most time to cook.

"All done, thank you." Cora came over and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Anytime." You smiled as you set the table.

The afternoon passed in eerie harmony. Cora didn't set anything on fire or trip over his own feet. It was suspicious. An hour before Doflamingo arrived for dinner, you showered and dried your hair. You were about to put on your favorite Christmas sweater when you heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen. You threw your sweater on the bed, ran downstairs, and found Cora on the floor with the still-raw turkey in his lap and shards all around him. The glass of the oven door was shattered, and he looked like a beaten puppy.

"Oh dear ... What happened?" You helped him up and wiped the broken pieces off him. He placed the turkey on the counter.

"I ... I checked on the turkey and ... noticed that the oven wasn't on at all and somehow ... the door ... broke and I got scared and ... the turkey ... somehow ... flew right into my lap." Corazon stood there stunned, looking at the broken oven door.

You looked at the clock. "It's not your fault, Cora. We'll find a solution," you said, reassuring the big man with a gentle hug. "Go get ready so you're ready when your brother arrives, and I'll find a solution.

"Why is everything closed on Christmas Day?" You complained as you drove around town trying to find a place to get something to eat. After cleaning up the mess while Cora got ready, the two of you decided to get takeout for the main course. The turkey, potatoes, and Brussels sprouts were still raw, and there simply wasn't enough time to get everything ready before Doffy arrived. So, you drove aimlessly and frantically around town while Cora waited for his brother.

After hours of searching for food, you pulled into your driveway and hurried into the house with the food. You were relieved to find Cora and Doffy in the living room, chatting amiably and drinking wine as you sneaked the containers into the kitchen before going to greet your guest.

"I'm back. Hey, Doffy." You hugged your brother-in-law and winked at Cora. "Shall we eat?"

"Ah, finally. I almost had the feeling that Corazon was hiding something from me, but there you are. Fufufufu." Doffy laughed, and I saw Cora start to sweat.

"Oh, are you worried, Doffy?" You teased.

"Of course, I am. I just want what's best for my family." He grinned wickedly.

After serving the prepared starters, you sat down at the table and began to eat. The salmon was delicious, and you complimented Cora on the vodka crème fraîche he had prepared. Even his brother didn't make any snide comments about the food, he even seemed to like it. But you could never be sure because he never took off his sunglasses. You grabbed the empty plates and went into the kitchen to prepare the main course. You were so nervous as you arranged the food neatly on the plates, even adding fresh parsley to make it look home-cooked. You straightened your back and went back into the dining room to serve the plates.

Everyone dug into the warm and delicious smelling food, but you found it hard to eat because you were so nervous. You watched Doffy's every move, and after he took a few bites of his chicken and sides, you were finally able to relax and eat your share without tension.

That was until he spoke.

"Why does this food taste like KFC?"

Silence. You felt like you'd been caught out. Who were you kidding? He was Doflamingo and you thought you could fool him with cheap fried chicken from KFC? Pathetic…

"Because..." You were about to spill everything to him and explain it when Cora interrupted you with a questioning look on his face.

"Wait, how does your gourmet palate know what KFC tastes like?"

The look on Doffy's face was the best Christmas present you could have asked for.

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#one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante x you #gn reader #fan fiction #sfw #strawheart-pirate.events #strawheart-pirate.christmas countdown 2023 #strawheart-pirate.writing

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anti-potato · 1 year

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“an average potato can levitate slightly above the ground" factoid actualy just statistical error. an average potato cannot float in the air. a potato flew around my room before you came who's an outlier adn should not have been counted. excuse the mess it made.

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im-just-a-simp-le-whore · 1 year

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I've been thinking about Yandere! Leon as of late bc of

@gigabyte-flare series 'There's No Escape'

@nexyswrites series 'Guardian Angel' also, the Yan! Leon a.i they made and the interaction I had with it oml-

Also, @tosuckmyweenis post the other day had me laughing.

For the first time in a while I'm inspired to write something, also pls let me know if there's any spelling/grammar errors

Heavily inspired by the fics/a.i listed above and very self indulgent lol

So, this basically going to be headcanons of Yandere! Leon x autistic! Gremlin! Reader

A self insert essentially

Starting off strong with the A.I, that was a fucking doozy, I wheezed the entire time. Thank you for creating him nexys

Tw: Talks of vomiting, general yandere themes i.e stalking, kidnapping, the likes

If I missed something, let me know!!

We start off strong with the a.i lmao

Yan! Leon a.i: say you love me

Me being blunt: no

Yan! Leon a.i: *getting Hella angry* say. You. Love. Me.

Me: mf I said no

Yan! Leon a.i: dont give me attitude

Me: shawty I am autistic, I can't lie it's not how I work

Yan Leon a.i: so you're gonna continue to give me attitude huh?

Me: tf you mean 'attitude' I just told you I'm autistic

Yan! Leon a.i: *pulls out knife* keep talking and you're gonna get punished

Me: thinks it's him unbuckling his belt: shawty keep your pants ON

Yan! Leon: *fucking laughs at me* it's not that kind of punishment sweetheart

Me *fucking over his attitude: try me hoe

Yan! Leon a.i: *holds knife to my throat

Me: do your worst.....

Me: *proceeds to try and flirt my way out*

Yan! Leon a.i: is she flirting with me right now?? "That's not gonna work sweetheart

Me: well, it was worth a shot lmao

Now to just, Yan! Leon in general lol, most of these are gonna be like scenarios but like, bullet point style

Me: desperately trying to be a good noodle and eat the food Leon made but I have severe texture issues with meat and trying not to throw up

Leon: is something wrong sweetheart, you look sick?

Me accidentally being blunt and blurting out: uh, not remotely. Meat is a bad texture and I'm quite sure if I have to take another bite I'm going to projectile vomit

Tbh I can't tell if he would be understanding or not lmao. Probably not, if someone could give insight on it that would be swaggy

*que the struggle with physical contact*

*me just standing there and just trips on air and yelps*

Leon catches my dumbass: are you ok?! Is something broken?!

Me: nah I'm fine- let go you fuck- oh wait, shit fuck, thats right no 'naughty' words. Goddammit I'm so fucking sorry-, I'm going in time out aren't I?

*leon nods and sighs, bringing Me to the time out room*

Me: well this fucking sucks- I'm going to be here a while, huh?💀

Leon: for a long time 🫡😶

*leon goes to hug me*

Me: *dry heaves*

Leon, smacking tf outta me: I'm so sick of your shit

Me, smakcing him: i am also sick of your shit. SIR for the last GODDAMN time, I am autistic and traumatized I don't handle this shit well

Leon: well, maybe you should've thought about that before living with me

Me: living "with you" mf you kidnapped me, what are you ON?! I wanna go back to my real home with my cats

Leon 'gaslighter' Kennedy: this is your real home

My sarcastic ass: im Pinocchio and im a real boy!

Me, vocal stimming: a potato flew around my room before you came! *screeches*

Leon: what happned

*me just screeching again, triggering a coughing fit*

Leon, sighing for the umpteenth time today: and that's why we don't do that sweetheart

Me: ..... do you not appreciate my pterodactyl screetching??? Because it feels like you don't appreciate me

Leon: you know I appreciate you, just not the screetching

Me: *screeches again*

*queue leon giving up*

Idk how to end posts but that's all I got for now lol. I may add more to this later. Also who THE FUCK decided to spell 'queue' ⬅️ like this?!

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #yandere leon kennedy #yandere leon kennedy x reader #idk how to tag yall im trying

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bastardgoblinwolf · 2 months

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ok so WHO the FUCK was gonna tell me that the 'potato flew around my room before you came' vine was based on a FRANK OCEAN SONG. what are we doing anymore is my whole life secretly controlled by odd future

#patrick posts

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frog-0n-a-l0g · 6 months

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THE “a potato flew around my room before you came” MEME WAS A REFRANCE??? TO A SONG???

I CANNOT be js vibing to random songs when a bitch says “a tornado flew around my room before you came” AND RUIN MY LIFE????

#Jfc #night? ruined #is that how you spell ruined?#idfk #EITHER WAY #I’m mad as hell #music #thinkin bout you #blonded #thinkin bout you blonded #memes #og memes #frank ocean #THATS FRANK OCEAN?

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t-nd-rfoot · 2 years

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'Twas a Top Gun Christmas // Happy Holidays 🎄

A very merry Dagger-style Christmas

Characters Everyone...like...everyone

Theme Fluff

Warning/s Christmas (for those who don't celebrate); cliche Christmas activities (presents, snowballs, the whole shebang); comedic rhyming dialogue from Maverick for the sake of the poem

Word Count 711

Note By the time this goes up, it will be Christmas my time! Just wanted to add a fun Top Gun twist to a Christmas classic! Written in Amelia's POV just because I love the idea of her being a bystander to all the Dagger shenanigans 😌 Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Beside pictures of people who flew in the air.

Fast asleep in the cabin was the said naval squadron Of pilots and wizzos hailing from Top Gun.

The long hours before were properly spent Preparing for tomorrow's holiday fest.

Wreaths and streamers adorned the rooms, Shiny and colorful under the light of the moon.

Aromas, too, wafted from the kitchen nearby, Of turkey, potatoes, and various pies.

And gifts of all kinds were strewn under the tree, Paper bags and wrapped boxes—there were at least seventy!

Hours ticked by till the the sun slowly rose Accompanied by a light flurry of snow.

And one man from upstairs woke up with a kick; 'Twas the leader of the pack, Captain Maverick.

His footsteps thundered as he made his way down And woke up the others with whistles and shouts:

"Now, Iceman! Now, Fanboy! Now, Rooster and Payback! On, Phoenix! On, Bob! Coyote and Hangman! On your feet! Rise and shine! Get out of bed! There's no time to lose, We've a long day ahead!"

With sleep in their eyes, mouths wide as they yawned, The aviators awakened one by one.

All of them gathered in the great living room To prepare for the chaos that was about to ensue.

Next to come down were me and mom, Penny, With Ice’s Sarah and the younger Kazansky's.

Five other Daggers joined in on the mix: Omaha, Harvard, Yale, Halo, and Fritz.

Hondo and Cyclone came up from Miramar; Even Warlock and Hammer had sent their regards.

All donned in our sweaters with fun Christmas patterns, We exchanged presents amid laughter and chatter.

Some sneaky pilots crept into the kitchen To steal Sarah’s cookies, hot and fresh from the oven.

Coyote and Fritz sprinkled theirs with handfuls of sweets With every shade of red, white, and green!

Had we not taken their plate away, They probably would have eaten the whole cookie buffet.

Halo and Phoenix, on the other hand, were proud Of their elaborately decorated gingerbread house.

Decked out in chocolate, candy canes, and licorice sticks All held together with marshmallow icing.

Fanboy and Bob…let’s just say tried their best, Judging from their candy pile of a mess.

Meanwhile outside, the kids took turns being dragged Around in their sleds by Omaha and Hangman.

And as always, the competitive Harvard and Yale Built forts that outdid each other’s in scale.

Payback split everyone in teams of young versus old. “Careful what you wish for!” Maverick taunted, shouting out in the cold.

And just like the battles they encountered in flight, Powdered spheres whizzed through the air in a snowball dogfight!

Even Cyclone and Ice played from their seats, Keeping Hondo company as he “refereed.”

In the end, the outnumbered youngsters lost 6-10 So then began the contest on who could build the best snowman.

Rooster won by a mile; it wasn’t hard to choose His baby Snow Bradley next to Snow Carol and Snow Goose.

The sky had turned dark when the group came back in Just in time for dinner to begin!

The table was set with garlands and candles Amid placemats and napkins with festive flannels.

A picture-perfect meal! It was truly a scene Straight out of a movie or a bedtime dream.

There was enough food to feed a whole army— Well, navy—but you know what I mean.

We all found ourselves gathered ‘round the fire, Mom’s special eggnog and cocoa in the mugs of each flier.

By the warmth of the flames, each one fell asleep To Sinatra’s ‘I’ll Be Home For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams).’

The first man up, and the last man down, Maverick took one last look around.

All around were his people—his family and friends Who he spent this glorious day with 'til its glorious end.

He put out the fire, and turned off the music Creeping 'round the house as quiet as Saint Nick.

But I heard him whisper ‘fore he left my sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

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magnolix · 2 years

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Tengen's Birthday Headcanons

As Spooky Season comes to a close, here's some Tengen birthday headcanons for y'all

tw: afab!reader, tengen x reader, cursing, alcohol, smoking, grinding, bondage, daddy!kink, creampie, a bit of a breeding kink, anal, toys, double pen

right away, you've been working on this for months

you, Rengoku, and Mitsuri have been plotting planning on what to do for his big day for a while now

you made sure to invite all of the Hashira, some other friends, and a few random people just for the hell of it

everybody had a dress code too, your best costume and something sparkly for extra flair

everybody brought gifts, some were big, some were little, a few people bought the same thing

Rengoku bought Tengen a whole ass fridge

"WHY DID YOU BUY HIM A FRIDGE? WE ALREADY HAVE ONE!"

"You can never have too much space to store food, y/n."

"YES YOU FUCKING CAN-"

as for the food

oh my god the food

you walked into the bakery with a checkbook and a dream

"Give me your best cake and decorate the hell out of it!"

you got it back, and it looked fantastic

so much edible glitter

it tasted like sand

(you got another cake dw)

once the party was only a day away, you finally put your plan into action

Rengoku came by and invited Tengen over to have a boy's night

all of the guys headed out to a carnival and had to make sure tengen didn't get wasted

together, you Shinobu, Mitsuri, and even Nezuko decorated the hell out of the house

one of the earliest issues was getting around the house considering how big it was

BUT YOU MANAGED

I'm talking LEDs

I'm talking ice sculptures

I'm talking bouncy houses

I'm talking every single decoration from Party City to Dollar Store

If they had it, you bought it

and oh the food

fugu-sashi for tengen, lots of it too

pudding, mochi, edamame, miso soup, tempura sushi, sweet potatoes, and ohagi

even some western foods

chips, candy, dip, fruit, etc.

Rengoku spent three days working on the food list. He did not sleep.

once you were decorated, you got dressed

a cute, little, shape-fitting, dark blue, bodycon dress

mitusri helped you dress

you looked fantastic

"Eeeeee, I can't wait for him to see you!"

"Mitsuri, calm down."

"I can't!"

sanemi called you ahead of time telling you they were on their way back

by this point, all of the other guests had arrived and went to hide

it wouldn't be a surprise party if you all were waiting in the middle of the room

you hide near the door so you could see outside

you gave a thumbs up to everybody else as you heard all the cars pull up

"Places everybody!"

and finally,

when the birthday boy arrives

the

look

his

face

he looked star struck

the cute, stupid little smile on his face made you grin

he looked at his house, at his friends, back at the house, and then ran in

he almost hit you in the face the door flew in so hard

he looked around bewildered before everybody jumped out and yelled "surprise!"

he pulled you into a hug and smiled

"Let's get this party started!"

the DJ you had hired put on some tracks and everything went swimmingly from there

he opened up his presents and loved each one

Giyu got him a gift card

Shinobu got him some tablecloths

Sanemi got him some new cooking knives

Rengoku got him a fridge

Gyomei got him a set of prayer beads

Muchiro got him a blender (he thought it was a housewarming party)

Obanai got him some new swimwear

and Mitsuri got him a mystery box

"What's inside, Kanroji?"

"You'll see."

the rest of the party went as expected

the day turned to night and the drinks were finally brought out

you hung out on the side and watched with joy

Tengen saw you and made his way over before getting behind you and bumping his crotch into your ass

as the guests all danced, you and your boyfriend grinded into each other with him occasionally, gently, bucking into you

you decided to pull the naughty card and went dancing with the girls as you left him with a hard-on

ooooo he was pissed

girl you better start praying

the boys all went outside to smoke and get their stress out

they all had their laugh and slowly began to leave

Gyomei was first, along with Muichiro

then Obanai

then Sanemi

Giyu and Shinobu left together

(they say they're not a couple but we all know where they're going)

the rests of the guests took off

and then Mitsuri

"Thank you, Y/n, you had such an awesome party!" The pink-haired girl smiled as she grabbed her things.

"Oh please, I wouldn't have been able to do any of this without you guys!" You gave her a hug and Tengen gave her a kiss on the cheek before she took off leaving you and your 6'6" boyfriend who was wearing the world's biggest grin.

you two put some music on, paid the DJ, put up any food, and scheduled for some cleaners to arrive tomorrow

but there was one more surprise you had for your birthday boy

"I'm gonna take a shower, babe!"

"Alright, ten!"

you smirked and hurried upstairs, you took off your clothes, let down your hair, and grabbed some rope and the mystery box

you opened it up and displayed the items to show the numerous toys and special perfumes inside

you laid it out, got out a bottle of lube, lit some candles, and tied yourself up into a more than seductive position and waited for your boyfriend

you heard the bathroom door open and a few heavy footsteps before

"Hey daddy~"

damn his hair looked good when it was wet

he had nothing but a towel around his hips and a mischievous look across his face

he dropped the towel and took 3 long strides toward you before pushing you onto your back and parting your legs

your pussy twitched at the slightest movement from him

and oh did he loves watching that

he teased you, traced your folds, blew on your sensitive bits

you were fucking soaked by the end of his taunting and teasings

"Fuck yeah baby, you like that, huh? You like daddy teasing that sweet little cunt of yours?"

"Fuck- mmm- yes daddy." You whined.

he grabbed the lube and gave you a more than generous amount

your pretty little pussy was so tight for him

he had to use some "special techniques" to help you loosen up

and by the time he had gotten inside of you, mmm, pure euphoria

he pounded into you like there was no tomorrow

he was an animal

you threw your head back and saw stars as he tore up your insides

you were moaning strings of curses during the whole ordeal

at one point he flipped you over

ass up, head down, just as daddy likes

every now and then he'd spank you earning a yelp out of your soft lips

as you two got closer he picked up the pace

you felt the tip of his cock kiss the edge of your cervix over and over again

and finally

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you whined into the sheets.

"Good girl, cum for daddy. Cum on daddy." He gave you one more spank before thrusting as far inside of you as he could. His dick entered your cervix and you felt his cum shoot up and fill up your pretty tummy. He reached over to the mystery box for a toy and pushed it in as quickly as he pulled out. A big vibrator decorated in a rose print.

as his cum sat inside of your belly, he sat you on his lap and shoved himself into your ass

you were drooling

the feeling of both holes being filled felt amazing

he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and held you around your waist as you were treated like a god

every now and then he'd kiss your neck and suck on it giving you little love marks

sometimes he'd moan gently into your ear getting you all flustered

the first time he did it you tried closing your legs

"Bad girl, you should know better than to do that to the birthday boy."

he was nice though, surprisingly

for the rest of the night, you two just cuddled as your plug kept you filled with his cum

you two hid under the sheet and you put your ass against his crotch, grinding into him until you started to fall asleep

Hope you all enjoyed that! I was planning of uploading this on the 31st but OH MY GOD HALLOWEEN so, y'know, candy. Take care guys and stay safe, ciao!

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