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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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Eddie helps Steve upstairs, lets him go in the bathroom first. By the time Eddie has gone in there himself, has finished brushing his teeth… he overhears Steve on the phone in his bedroom.
Eddie pauses. He hadn’t heard the phone ringing, but he might not have been able to catch it under the sound of running water. He will never know who called first.
Then he wonders why that even matters so much—or more, what kind of difference it would make. Whether it makes a difference at all.
He doesn’t know whether to leave Steve to it, but his gut tells him to follow the sound of Steve’s voice.
Steve is sat on the bed, the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. His hands are in his lap; he’s pinching at the skin just before his thumb again. Pinching hard.
“No, no, I’m good. Yeah, the… no, the news must’ve exaggerated, mom. Well, a window broke here, but… yeah, lucky escape, right?”
He lies so easily, lies with a smile… even while he’s crying.
Eddie thinks that if he closed his eyes and just listened, he might never have known. Steve’s tears are perfectly silent, his voice steady. 
“Yeah, I’ll let you go. Hey, mom?” And Steve’s breathing hitches just once. Eddie wonders if he’s the only one who can really hear it. “Thanks for the tapes.” He laughs, voice wavering for only a second. “Just came into my head, that was all. Thought I’d better say.” He swallows. “Love you, too.”
It’s only once he’s hung up that Steve allows himself to let go, and even then he’s quiet—passing a hand roughly over his eyes, sniffling very occasionally. Then he looks over at Eddie, left frozen in the doorway.
“They don’t know, okay? I don’t want you thinking…” Steve sighs. “I changed my emergency contacts ages ago. Hopper, Joyce, Robin—hell, I even put Claudia down ‘cause Dustin’s a nosey little shit and I know he’d pick up. It’s… easier this way,” he says.
And Eddie suspects that while Steve’s ostensibly talking about The Upside Down stuff, he also means something more.
Eddie thinks of Wayne, of how easy he makes everything—how all he said was Try me in the hotel room, right before his understanding of the world was changed forever. How Eddie has never, not once, had to doubt his love.
Steve wipes perfunctorily at his eyes then reaches for his crutches.
“Come downstairs with me? I wanna show you something.”
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Steve directs Eddie to a video tucked behind the musicals collection. Eddie puts it in to play before taking a look at the cover.
Simon and Garfunkel - The Concert in Central Park.
“You educating me on more music, Steve?”
But instead of taking the opportunity to make a joke, Steve hesitates. “Yeah… if you like.”
Another pause, like he’s readying himself, lining up to the edge of a diving board.
Steve breathes in and out. Nods at the screen. “September 19th, ‘81. I was there. And I, um…” His hand briefly rubs over his sternum, like he’s not even aware that he’s doing it, then taps more deliberately on his temple. “I ran there, too.”
Eddie’s breath catches at the implication.
“Worked for a bit, too. But it was—everything was hard to, like, hold onto. Like water slipping through your fingers kinda thing.”
Eddie nods. Clears his throat. “You don’t have to… to say, but. Why were you in New York? Late vacation?”
Steve winces, clearly tries to cover it up.
But Eddie sees. He sighs and closes his eyes in mortification. “I’m an ass.”
“No, you’re—” Steve shakes his head, laughs a bit. “No, you’re not. How were you s’posed to…? No, not a vacation. My Grandpa, on my mom’s side—he lived in New York. And, um… my Grandma, she died a couple of months before, so my mom was already… struggling. And then, when he died, she… there was a lot left for to do, I think. I don’t remember what—just that she was left trying to clean his big house, and my dad was being an asshole, and her brother—my uncle—he might as well have not been there. So she booked a hotel room for me, just so I wasn’t caught up in the screaming match and stuff, y’know? And that day, I just kinda… wandered.”
Eddie can picture it: Steve, a little lost, perhaps, while trying to appear anything but. A boy trying to be a man.
“And I saw whole groups of people heading to the park, so I asked about it. The concert was free, so…” Steve looks off to the side, sighing. “And I just thought… they were my mom’s favourite, y’know?” His voice goes just slightly higher in pitch, strained with emotion, like he’s that kid all over again, unable to solve his mother’s problems. “Her favourite, and she couldn’t even go see them ‘cause it… it was just so shitty. Shitty situation all round. Figured I might as well see them for her. Like that could make things better. Sounds stupid out loud, but…”
“No,” Eddie says, “it doesn’t.”
Steve’s mouth ticks upwards in brief acknowledgment. “It rained while we were waiting, off and on. But, man, I got a great view. There were these two girls—God, they seemed so much older to me at the time, but they were probably only mid-twenties or something. Anyway. They saw I was alone, got kinda concerned I hadn’t brought a jacket, so they gave me one, let me sit on their picnic rug.” This time, his smile has more strength behind it. “Guess they kinda babysat me, huh?”
Eddie smiles back. “Makes a change.”
I’m glad they were there. I’m glad that you weren’t alone.
Steve laughs to himself when America plays, as the lyric, “She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy,” is sung.
He answers just ahead of the words that follow, delivering them with a grin as if he’s having a conversation with someone: “I said, ‘Be careful, his bow-tie is really a camera.’” He snorts at Eddie’s questioning look, says, “At Starcourt, Dustin had me looking for Russian spies through a pair of binoculars, it was fucking ridiculous… I loved it. Anyway, he didn’t get the bow-tie reference, just went on about how ‘this isn’t James Bond, Steve, this is serious.’ What a butthead.”
And Steve laughs even more as a cover of The Everly Brothers begins: Wake Up Little Susie.
“Oh, dude, I gave Dustin so much shit with this song, you don’t even know. Told him he brought it on himself, like, don’t tell me your girlfriend from Camp Know Nothing’s name, that’s just giving me ammo.”
But as Steve imitates Dustin whining, all Eddie can think is that he’s seeing something far more than just Steve delighting in riling Dustin up. That what he’s really seeing is Steve showing how deeply he cares… How he does it so easily, so inconspicuously, as if it’s just a little thing, just I heard a song and thought of you—like he can’t help it, that’s just how he loves: his mind making connections that spread out everywhere, as large and generous as his heart.
They chat leisurely for most of the setlist, Eddie gasping when someone storms the stage during The Late Great Johnny Ace.
“Shit, I forgot that happened. And you were there, man!”
They both keep quiet all the way through Bridge over Troubled Water. Eddie’s heard the song before, but now it suddenly seems like he’s hearing it for the very first time, his throat tight. Like it’s only now that he’s truly understood it.
From the silence, maybe Steve is thinking something similar. Maybe.
The room lightens with 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
“This one always makes me think of Robin,” Steve says, smiling as the brass kicks in, miming like she does: a little wiggle of the fingers to simulate pressing down on a trumpet’s valves.
“Thought you’re meant to be helping her find a lover, not lose one.”
Steve chuckles.
“No, I meant… like at work, if we’re arguing over who takes out the trash or whatever, I’ll call her Jack, y’know, like ‘slip out the back, Jack’? Or ‘make a new plan, Stan.’ Stuff like that.”
That’s fucking adorable, what the fuck.
Out loud, Eddie says, “Cute,” just so Steve makes that abashed sort of half-smile.
In the middle of The Boxer, Eddie briefly plays his guitar. He gets the melody down by ear—it’s not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, his fingers clumsily moving through the chords.
But Steve watches like he can’t notice any of the obvious stumbles made, gives a soft, awed, “Wow,” when Eddie is done. Then he adds, almost a whisper, “Was it… did you learn it like that back when��?”
Eddie pauses. Remembers hearing that faint whisper of My Little Town as his head nodded in spite of his fierce efforts to stay awake. Seeing the hint of a frown flicker across Steve’s face. The slimmest hope.
Learning Steve’s song had been unlike any other. All he had to go on, lying on the bed of that hotel room in the early hours of the morning, was that little snippet he had heard—just that, and perhaps faint memories he had no concrete hold of, ones that felt dreamlike: a snatch of Wayne humming along to it on the radio, when he couldn’t have been more than ten or so.
Eddie sang the words that he could, skipped the ones he didn’t know—prayed that it was enough; it had to be enough.
It had felt like time didn’t exist, just him and the song, slowly getting stitched together—even now, he can feel it under his fingertips, as if the notes are like splinters forever embedded in his skin. But not painful, never that, just an inevitable part of him.
Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes.
“No,” he answers softly. “It was… easier, almost. Had to be.” He smiles, a little bittersweet, as Steve’s brows knit together in thought. “Couldn’t afford any mistakes, Steve.”
“Oh,” Steve says. “Sorry.”
Eddie laughs, light but disbelieving. “What the fuck for?”
Steve glances between Eddie and the guitar. “‘Cause you love playing, Eddie. And I… I don’t know, I didn’t want you to have… like, pressure? And, um… bad memories tied to it, I guess.”
Eddie shakes his head and sets the guitar aside. “Okay. You better listen close, Steve.”
Steve huffs through a smile. “Listening.”
“It’s… all of that, Steve, s’not tied to a bad memory, man, not even close. It brought you back, that’s… words can’t even fucking…” Eddie shakes his head again. “And fine, even if it had, even if I really thought after this, I can never play again, guess what? It would’ve been worth it. Fuck, I would’ve chosen it a thousand times and never regretted it. Got it?”
Steve stares at him. He blinks, and for a moment it looks like he might cry, but then he just nods, chin wobbling ever so slightly.
“Got it,” he says hoarsely.
They’ve talked right through the encore. Eddie distantly hears Paul Simon yell at the crowd, “Let's have our own fireworks!”
“Oh, yeah,” Steve says, and Eddie can see a memory spark in his eyes.
You’re so beautiful, Steve Harrington.
“I remember this. They were gonna use, uh, pyrotechnics but they weren’t allowed, so—look, see how everyone’s getting lighters out? I didn’t have one, but one of the girls gave me hers. And I remember…” Steve’s voice softens. “It was dark, and when I got the flame going, I just—I saw it out the corner of my eye. The girls, they were holding hands on the rug. And like, I knew it… it wasn’t for me to… y’know, and I didn’t say anything obviously. I didn’t really know what to… what I was feeling, right?” He chuckles self-deprecatingly. “Fucking rare for me to know anything about what I was thinking, back then. I was kind of an idiot. More than.”
Eddie says, gently, “I dunno, Steve. If you ask me, being a kid isn’t the same thing as being an idiot.”
Steve hums, tilts his hand back and forth as if to say debatable. “God, I talk a lot. Didn’t plan on… guess I just.” He shrugs. “Guess I just wanna tell you things.”
“Fine by me,” Eddie says. “I like listening.”
I always like listening to you. Tell me everything, if you want. I’ll be here.
There’s another shot of the crowd on screen, and Eddie crawls forward as he asks, “Where were you?”
“It’s too dark to see, man.”
“Try me.”
Steve rolls his eyes, chuckling. “You think I haven’t tried to find myself already? Ugh, fine, fine. We were kinda near the front, so…” He thinks, clicking his tongue, then points to just a few rows back from the stage, near the far-left of the screen. “Thereabouts.”
Eddie follows Steve’s direction, presses a fingertip there. Feels the warm static of the screen. And though he can’t really see anything, doesn’t even know if Steve is right with his guess or not, it’s like he can sense it anyway; he doesn’t need proof. Like he’s reaching back in time to a boy from five years ago, and he thinks…
Hey, Steve Harrington. The world’s gonna get… fucking crazy for you soon, but it’ll be fine in the end, trust me. You’re one of the bravest people I know. You’re gonna be okay.
During the final encore, Steve inhales like he’s about to say something, but he yawns instead—covers his mouth with the back of his hand a beat too late, like it’s caught him by surprise.
“Mm, sorry. Used to put this on when I couldn’t sleep. Guess it still works.”
Eddie looks over at him, at how his eyes are drowsy, like a child lulled by the gentle rocking of a car journey. Feels his heart give a little twist at the sight.
He ejects the tape, turns off the T.V. When he turns back, he sees that Steve has made room for him on the couch without saying anything about it.
Eddie slips over the arm of the couch, nestles in so smoothly that the couch barely sags at all, so Steve’s leg won’t be bumped; it comes so naturally now, the two of them slotting together like the easiest jigsaw puzzle in the world.
There’s a short silence, and then Eddie speaks in an undertone, just in case Steve has already fallen asleep.
“Hey, Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Your, uh… your song. It didn’t play at that concert.”
He glances over, catches Steve’s fleeting grin, as if he’s thinking well spotted.
“Good, um, what is it Henderson says, in D&D? Good perception thingy.”
Eddie laughs in surprise. “Sure, something like that.”
Steve smiles at him. The silence stretches out, but it’s not uncomfortable, more honeyed. Slow.
And Eddie feels a warmth atop his hand: Steve’s fingers overlapping with his. For a moment, he thinks it’s just an accidental brush, but then Steve doesn’t move away.
And neither does he.
Steve sighs. Squeezes Eddie’s hand, like he’s trying to reassure him of something, but for the life of him Eddie can’t work out what it is—just knows that Steve looks almost sad, and he wishes he wouldn’t. It’s breaking his heart.
“I just… I need some more time.” There’s something in Steve’s eyes that’s so vulnerable, suddenly. “Is that… is that okay?”
“Yeah, ‘course,” Eddie says immediately, because nothing would stop him from saying so, even as his mind whirs in thought. “Don’t need to ask, Steve. Yes.”
Steve smiles, squeezes his hand again. Eddie can hear what he means this time: Thank you.
“Think I’m gonna fall asleep on you now,” Steve says with another long yawn.
“That’s fine. I’m kinda used to it,” Eddie says, letting out a huff of amusement when Steve mock glares at him through heavy eyes, fighting to keep them open.
“Shut up. Can’t help it.”
“Oh, so I am boring?”
“No. Told you b’fore. No.”
Eddie slowly reaches out—smiles when Steve’s eyes close before his hand even touches his forehead.
“What, then?” he asks quietly.
Steve hums. Sighs again. “You want the… all cards on the table kinda answer?”
Eddie breathes in. Holds it. Breathes out as silently as he can. Feels Steve’s hand still on his, fingers trailing over his knuckles, slowing as sleep approaches.
“Only if—if that’s what you want, too, then… yeah?”
Steve smiles. “Hmm, ‘kay. Here it comes.” His breathing deepens, and for a moment Eddie thinks that he’s already drifted off, but then Steve says, “I really… really like you, Eddie. You’re… safe.”
Eddie’s nose stings. Shit, he might be on the verge of crying. He bites his lip to keep himself from making a sound.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
And the thing is, he knows he’s said it before. But it feels different now—feels louder, somehow, even though he’s only whispered it. Because Steve isn’t asleep, not yet. Eddie knows that he’s heard.
Steve’s finger taps softly on the back of Eddie’s hand, spaced out slowly. Three times. Like heartbeats.
“Mm. R’lax, Eddie. Don’t need to… stop yourself.”
“…Stop?” Eddie asks, voice small.
“Been called worse things, y’know?” A yawn, almost silent. Slow and sweet. “I don’t mind it.”
A minute, maybe more. And then Steve falls asleep just like that, looking so…
So peaceful.
“You’re… safe.”
Eddie’s eyelashes are wet.
Here it comes, he thinks. It’s like the tide coming in.
Here it comes.
“I love you,” Eddie murmurs.
He says it even though he knows Steve is sleeping, says it right through the inevitable aching of his heart.
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differenteagletragedy · 4 months
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Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up: Part 4
A fourth part to my series in which Baxter gets MC pregnant before ghosting, MC gets with Cove and they get engaged but Baxter is the wedding planner and chaos ensues.
In this one, Baxter finally meets his Cove and MC's son.
The most recent part of this fic is here, with links to the previous stories. Also it will never not be ridiculous to me that I hate titling things so much that now I have a whole series titled "Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up."
"CAKE DAY, CAKE DAY, CAKE DAY!"
Cove had Dylan riding on his back, his little arms wrapped around his neck. They were zooming around the house, screaming about cake, and Cove took him on a little lap around you as you were getting ready in the bedroom.
"Is that all this wedding is to you, an excuse to have cake?" you teased.
"No," Cove said quickly, a tender look on his face as he stopped beside you. Meanwhile, Dylan let out a big "Yep!"
You smiled, cupping Cove's cheek in your hand before reaching up to tousle your son's hair.
"Remember, tomorrow's the big cake," you told him as Cove carefully lowered him to the floor. "Today's the rehearsal, so just a little cake."
"Enough for me!" he said happily, bounding out of the room to find something else to get into.
"My boy," Cove said proudly, clutching a hand to his chest.
"Through and through," you agreed.
"I'm going to go ahead and get him in the car," he said as you gave yourself a final look in the mirror. "Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Cove pulled up to the beach, you saw there were quite a few cars there already for the rehearsal. Your wedding party was going to be there -- your soon-to-be husband had chosen his father as his best man, with his mother, Terry and Miranda rounding out his side. For you, you wanted your moms and Liz to stand beside you, and you'd chosen Derek to be your man of honor. The plan was for Dylan to stand with Cliff.
The justice of the peace Baxter had arranged for would be there too, as well as Baxter himself.
As your little family walked down to the beach, Dylan was struggling to get out of Cove's arms so he could start playing -- Cove really wasn't kidding when he called him his boy. Cliff, who had been talking to Kyra and your moms closer to the water, jogged up to him, a big smile on his face.
"Hey, kiddo!" he greeted happily. "Want to come play with Grandpa so Daddy and Mommy can do the boring stuff?"
Dylan almost dove out of Cove's arms to get to Cliff, who gladly caught him. He shot you a smile, clapped Cove on the back and then went off to play.
"I guess we should tell Baxter we're here?" Cove asked, lacing his fingers through yours now that his hands were free. You squeezed his hand and nodded
You looked around -- the wedding party was all there, the parents in one group and your friends and Liz close by in another. Baxter was further off, talking to the justice of the peace. Even at this distance, you thought you could tell that he was rather pointedly not looking around.
At this point, everyone had known that Baxter was your wedding planner. It had been an interesting series of conversations, to say the least, since everyone also knew that he was Dylan's biological father. You'd had to beg Liz to play nice, and your moms weren't thrilled either, but no one was going to ruin your wedding by making a scene.
When you approached your wedding planner, he greeted you with a nod and a tight smile. You were introduced to your officiant, then Baxter gave you a quick rundown of how the ceremony would go -- where you would stand, where you would walk, exactly where everything would be. He was very thorough, and when you heard Dylan squeal with laughter close by, he stayed focused.
But when it was time to actually rehearse, he couldn't politely ignore everyone anymore.
He gathered everyone together, and even as Cliff came over hand-in-hand with Dylan, he still wouldn't look his way. He didn't acknowledge that he'd met nearly everyone present five years ago, just explained how the rehearsal worked as professionally as possible.
Then, after he was done and everyone had started getting to position for the beginning of the ceremony, Dylan pulled free from Cliff's grip and approached Baxter.
"Who are you?"
You watched the exchange intently, ready to jump in if needed. Cove placed a steadying hand on the small of your back.
"My name is Baxter," he answered, putting a smile over the complicated mix of emotions that crossed his expression. "I'm in charge of planning your parents' wedding. What's your name?"
"You look like me," Dylan told him instead of answering his question.
Baxter froze.
If your son had been a little older, this might have been a situation, but he was 4. He didn't understand genetics or how babies were made or anything that would have been interesting about this other than the fact that this guy he saw shared some of his features.
"I have those too," your son continued, pointing up to the mole on Baxter's neck. He lifted his shirt a bit to show him one on his belly.
You waited a moment longer, but Baxter had barely blinked, so you stepped forward.
"Hey baby, let's get you where you need to be, ok?" you said, grabbing Dylan's hand and then passing it off to Cove. He happily went along, oblivious to what he'd done to Baxter.
Cove shot you a smile and walked away with him, leaving you alone to unthaw your wedding planner.
"So ... that's him."
He finally met your eyes, then began shaking his head. You'd never seen him less composed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to say," he told you, stopping and starting a few more sentences before helplessly raising a hand and gesturing off to your son. "I do look like him though, don't I?"
"Well, he looks like you," you corrected. "You came first. Are you going to be able to handle this?"
He ran a shaky hand through his hair tried to nod. "I can. I can do better."
"Well, you can't do much worse."
It was meant as a joke, but he looked wounded. You almost said something, but decided to let it lie.
For the rest of the evening, Baxter was back in professional mode. Everyone learned what they needed to know about how the ceremony would go, and while you and Cove had fun with your friends and family, your planner never let his guard down.
But then the youngest member of your wedding party decided to make his voice heard again.
"I'm going to have the rings," Dylan told Baxter, interrupting him as he spoke to you and Cove about your vows.
You watched him swallow, but eventually, he looked down with the best smile he could muster and said, "I know, I've heard. Do you know what you need to do?"
He shook his head. "No. I thought I was going to be a bear but Mommy said I heard wrong."
A real smile broke through Baxter's pained expression.
"Ring bearer," he told him softly, putting emphasis on the last syllable. "It is a bit of a confusing term if you were expecting to be a bear."
Your son shot you a smirk as if to say "See, this guy gets it," and at that Baxter let out a genuine laugh. Cove caught your eye, and you shared a grin.
Baxter led Dylan back to where the beginning of the aisle would be, and he showed him how to walk slowly up towards everyone before ending up standing by Cliff. You couldn't hear what they were saying for a bit, but you did see that they were both smiling.
When the sun was getting low in the sky, the group decided they had a good handle on things -- besides, it was time for the dinner down at the tropical place. Everyone was gathering their things and Baxter was going over some final details about the actual wedding with you and Cove when your son decided to speak to his new friend again.
"Are you coming too?"
"I'm afraid not," Baxter told him. "The dinner is just for friends and family."
Dylan was too young to understand the break in Baxter's voice when he said that last word, but you caught it. So did Cove. You had a moment of wordless communication, then you let out a little sigh.
"You can come if you want," you told him. "There's plenty of room."
Baxter immediately launched into a polite refusal, but when Dylan cut in with "You should come, we're going to have cake," it appeared that he couldn't exactly tell him no.
"Perhaps I could stop by for a moment," he said, looking to you for approval. You nodded at him, and he smiled back.
After a nod, he walked off his car. Cove gave you a quick kiss, then started towards the car with Dylan.
Liz walked up beside you and nudged you with her elbow.
"Hope the Victorian emo man doesn't catch the vapors by actually spending some time with his son," she said quietly.
"Liz."
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strangerthingsn · 5 months
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My evil dad
( I skipped chapter 7 because it was the same day as chapter 6 and it would just be a really short chapter then, I hope you don’t mind☺️)
Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!
a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type of faults or anything else please mention!)
Warnings: kissing, pretty much angst, weapons, I don’t think much more :)
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Chapter 8 ~ papa
You pick up the phone because it was ringing, and you woke up from it.
“hello?”
“hey babe, it’s me” You hear Eddies sweet voice again.
“Hey baby.. I missed you, didn’t sleep so well”You lean with your back against the wall.
“I missed you too, and how it come you didn’t sleep well?”
“Alice.. guess that’s just a struggle with having a baby” you sigh.
“I’m sorry, I actually wanted to ask if you wanna come to Max her trailer, you know Billys sister? She has a trailer on the trailer park also” He asks you.
“only if I can sleep for a lil hour..”
“yeah sure sweetheart, see you”
“thanks babe, see you” you smile a bit and hang up the phone. It was a short conversation but you’re already happy to hear his voice. You walk back into your room and you get in bed again. Alice is still sleeping, you decided to set a alarm to make sure you would sleep for too long.
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When the alarm goes off it’s 12AM the little nap worked cause you feel a lil less tired now. You get up and grab your hellfire sweater out of your closet and put it on, it was your favorite cause Eddie specially designed it for you. You get black jeans for under it and put it on.
You wanted Alice to keep on her corroded coffin onesie to show her dad what her grandpa gave her. You brush your teeth infrond of the mirror and you’re doing your hair. Then you put a lil bit makeup on, enough to cover the bags under your eyes.
Today you woke up with the sunshine through your window what actually made your day better. You were in a pretty good mood now, also of hearing Eddies voice ofcourse. You walk to Alice her crib you see her cute big eyes looking at you. There was a smile on her face of seeing you.
“Awh, hi sweetheart” you pick her up and kiss her head.
“you wanna take a lil bath? I think you need one” you bring her to the bathroom with you and you fill the sink with some warm water, a perfect temperature. You undress her and suddenly there felt something on the ground you’re not sure what it is, you look down at it and pick it up.
“Oh your navel cord came off” you giggle and kiss her head. You lay her on a towel what ways laying on the counter then you throw the navel cord away and take her diapers off.
“are you ready miss Munson?” You pick her carefully up to place her in the warm water. You’re holding her head and back up to help her and with your other hand you put some water over her body. Alice didn’t seem to really mind, you’re really lucky with a kid like this.
“you okay?” You make her head carefully a lil bit wet. She had her eyes pressed closed because she’s scared the water will come in her eyes, it looked pretty funny.
“I think you’re done” you take her out of the water and wrap a towel around her, and then hold her close so she won’t catch a cold.
“You’re a really pretty girl you see” you holding her infront of the mirror, and you catch her looking at herself with a smile. Then she looks up at you.
“yeah that’s mama” you giggle and look at her in the mirror. You lay her down on the towel on the counter again and dry her carefully with the towel. You put her diaper on and then her onesie.
“all ready to see daddy, aren’t you?” You give her a pec and grab a baby carrier out of your room you got with Eddie. You never tried it but you think it’s gonna work, carrying her the whole day is not a great idea, she’s also getting bigger and heavier.
“should we try this today?” You lay her down on your bed and show her the baby carrier. You pull your shirt up, your bra down and pick her up again to feed her. She starts drinking again, in meanwhile she does you walk downstairs with the baby carrier in your other hand. You grab a banana because you think that’s okay for breakfast. You sit down by the kitchen table and eat the banana while Alice is still drinking.
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“did you try the baby carrier?” Eddie smiles and helps you up the stairs to max her trailer.
“yeah I thought that was a good idea” you smile and give him a pec on his lips.
“good to see you again baby, anddd the other” He gives a lil pec on sleeping Alice her head. You two walk in seeing them all in the living room in max her trailer but Nancy is crying.
Eddie takes a seat silently next to Steve and he pats with his hand on his lap, you nod and choose to be silent so everyone could hear what Nancy is saying. You walks over to Eddie and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and had his hands over Alice her back. Everyone is listening to Nancy telling what happened in her trans, you heard just half of the story but it already sounds terrible.
“okay, but… he’s just trying to scare you Nance” Steve interrupts. “Right? I mean, he’s not real.”
“Not yet…But there, There was something else…“ Nancy continues. “He showed me gates, four gates. Spreading across Hawkins.. And these gates, they looked like the one outside of Eddies trailer.”
“wait a minute… there is a gate in your home.?”You whisper turning to Eddie and he looks up at you. Eddie already changed since he’s hiding but now he’s even more kind of..depressed. Well that’s kinda obvious if you see two people die, cracking bones, blood, and eyes popping out right infrond of you and even being accused of it.
“yeah…” he nods, Nancy continued her story.
“what about Alice her safe home..? The plans we had..” you whisper looking down.
“it’s gonna be okay… I promise.” He holds your hand, in meanwhile they were talking about gates, if there were four of them it would be the end of Hawkins, people will die and Hawkins will be ruined. Maybe even the monsters walking free. Your safe happy home with all your friends will be all gone.
“four gates… four kills….end of the world..” Lucas says.
“If that’s true… he’s only one kill away..” Dustin shakes his head.
“oh Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ” Eddie hides his face in his hands. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and rubs his back.
“you’ll be okay… we will be okay” you whisper in his ear. When you try to calm Eddie down, they are trying to call Joyce again. You knew her from a shop in Hawkins, but she moved to California, out of Hawkins. The line is been busy for a while now, Nancy assumes it’s all connected with eacother.
“we have to go in there.. back in the upside down” Eddie heard the word upside down and he looks up at her.
“Nope, nope” Eddie shakes his head and Steve is getting up to think about another plan. They are starting a discussion where Alice woke up from and started crying.
“I-I’m sorry…” you get up and go outside with Alice. Eddie stayed inside to listen to the plan. You sit on the ground with Alice in the baby carrier.
“it’s okay Alice, it’s all gonna be okay, your daddy is soon gonna be out of it and we will be a happy family..” you didn’t notice you actually started crying. You’re worried about Eddie, the upside down is dangerous, you know that for all the stories they told you about in the car, and the story’s you just heard inside.
You actually don’t want Eddie to be in there while he has a kid he needs to take care of, and the kid needs a dad. You try to calm Alice down but when she sees you crying it only gets worse.
——-
About 10 minutes later they walk out. Alice is still crying and so are you, Eddie walks over to you while the others were talking.
“give me her sweetheart” he unclips the baby carrier and takes Alice out of it and sit on the ground next to you. “Hey beautiful gi-“ he gasps while seeing her onesie. “That’s a really cool onesie, we’re did you get it Allie” he kisses her nose.
“your uncle” you say silently while wiping your tears away.
“Awhhh is grandpa so nice to you?” He kisses her face and lays her against his chest. “And I bet mommy took reaaally good care of you.” He kisses your head and holds you close. You lay your head on his shoulder and look up at him and Alice. Alice smiles and holds one of Eddies fingers and swings around with it.
“careful I still wanna keep 10 fingers”He kisses her hand, and she let go of his finger because of that.
“so next time I just have to kiss your hand huh?”
“I think it’s cause you're growing a beard and moustache and it tickles on her hand” you smile.
“I know I saw it in the mirror today, it looks horrible” he shakes his head and giggles. “Sorry for ticking you pretty girl” Eddie continues talking to Alice until she felt asleep again.
“so what’s the plan?” You ask getting up.
“Im gonna put this mask on” he shows a Micheal Myers mask “then we gonna steal the camper right there” he points at a big 80s camper somewhere on the trailer park.
“with that mask? You could just have got your bandana” you laugh a little.
“this covers my face more, you know?” He puts it on.
“I see.” You nod while Eddie put Alice back in the baby carrier. Then you both walk to the others.
“Okay so we thought maybe y/n can go first so she’s atleast save with the baby” Steve says.
“How exactly will I even get in that camper” you roll your eyes.
“I can go first, you give Alice to me, you get in and the rest follows? How sounds that?” Eddie smiles.
“Yeah that will work” Nancy nods.
“okay..” you nod.
“Okay common” Eddie makes his way to the camper and you and the rest follow. You hide behind something so the owners of the camper won’t see you.
“Eddie I can’t with that mask” you whisper trying not to laugh.
“Shut up” He whispers back as a joke. When he’s sure nobody looks, Eddie walks over to the camper and you and the rest follow. Eddie is the first one, he opens the window then gets in. He looks at you and hold his hands out for you to give Alice. You nod and silently make your way to the window.
You unclip the baby carrier as fast as you can and give Alice to Eddie. After that you jump into the window and climb inside. You get up from the couch and sit down while the rest get in.
“hire” Eddie gives Alice and kisses your head before he goes to lock the door and sit down on the driver's seat trying to get the camper on. Steve walks over to him to looks what he’s doing there.
“do we want Eddie to drive?” Robin ask you silently.
“Uhhh, depends on his mood, if I were you I should let Steve drive” You nod. Robin nods also and walks over to the guys. The rest had already found their places when the car started, and the music started playing.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
“HEY OPEN THE DOOR!!” Shouted someone from outside of the camper. Eddie switched places with Steve as fast as he can, everyone is in panic and shouts to eacother even Alice woke up from is.
“EVERYBODY HANG ON TO SOMETHING!!” Steve almost screams and you hold yourself tight against the couch and Alice to your chest.
“FUCKING DRIVE STEVE!!” You shout.
“DRIVE, STEVE DRIVE!” Dustin shouts too.
“go go go!!” That was finally enough for Steve to drive. Everyone is still shouting to eacother and Alice had started crying. Also the owners of the camper were still running. Eddie laughs a little and looks at you, You shake your head and giggle.
When you’re finally on the road everyone found their own place in the van. Nancy and Steve in the frond, Max and Lucas in the back, Dustin was somewhere in the camper with Erica and you get up and walk to the seat where Eddie sits.
“are you okay?” He lays his hand on your hip.
“im good” you nod. Eddie smiles and pulls you on his lap, you smile and sit down.
“don’t cry Alice it’s all okay” he takes her from you and rocks her a little in his arms. You watch them together with a little smile.
“she really missed you”
“did you?” He smiles at her. “and did mama miss me?” He looks up at you again.
“you will never understand how much I miss you” You play with Eddies hair.
“But I miss you too babe.” He looks up at you and kisses you softly. You smile and kiss him back in the same rhythm, you missed this so much and it felt so good. He lays his hand on your waist and with the other he’s still holding your daughter. He started kissing a little deeper but you two got interrupted by the one and only Dustin Henderson.
“Ew, do that when you two are alone or something. Gross.” Eddie pulls away and gives Dustin a deathstare. It made you giggle and you take Alice from him.
“lay down Eds” you get up so he can. He nods and lays leans back. You lay on him and you lay Alice on your chest. “comfy?” You look up at him
“Yes” he nods and cuddles you.
“Im so tired” you yawn.
“then sleep, you can probably sleep for atleast 20 minutes” he kisses your head and rest his hand on Alice her legs.
“thank you” You smile and close your eyes.
“sleepwell” he whispers and plays with your hair with the other hand. “You can also sleep little pumpkin” he looks at Alice.
“She’s so cute” Dustin looks at her also.
“Can you believe me and y/n made this? She’s just so adorable”
“I don’t wanna think about the part that you two made this” Dustin mumbles
“fair enough” Eddie smiles and continues talking to Dustin.
——-
“Baby” you wake up from his voice and multiple kisses on your face. You open your eyes with a smile.
“We arrived” He smiles back at you.
“You staying hire?” You rub your eyes, Eddie goes with his fingers under your eyes to remove some makeup.
“mhm, they are still looking for me”’He shrugs his shoulders.
“Then you gonna babysit” You sit up and give Alice to him.
“fine by me” He holds her and kisses her face. You take the baby carrier off and lay it next to Eddie.
“are you going with us y/n?” Steve asks.
“mhm Alice will stay with Eds”
“Then I will stay hire with Eddie” Dustin says.
“Yeah me too” Lucas nods.
“okay alright so then we with 6 right?” Nancy asks.
“yep, me, Erica, Steve, Robin, Max and you” you awnser Nancy.
“Let’s go then” Steve says while he walks out, you nod and follow him like the others do. It was very busy hire and inside even more. Erica stopped waking and the other do too.
“so much for avoiding angry hicks.” Robin looks at all those people.
“let’s be….fast.” Nancy says.
“yep” Max agrees.
“definitely” Erica nods and continued walking again. You look around and decides to walk over to some little guns you thought they looked pretty cool, having no idea what guns this all are you just randomly grab two of them. You get some bullets and look around for what you might needed more. Steve and Robin are already getting some bombs or something, Max got a knife and you decided to walk over to her.
“Do you think this is okay?” You show the guns.
“yeah I think that’s fine” she nods “do you think we need a knife?” “I think if we just also get two of them that’s enough”you nod.
“Alright” she nods and grabs two knifes.
“should we look around for some other stuff?” Max asks and you nod. Then you both walk around looking for anything else.
“maybe a bigger gun, like a shot gun?” You ask her.
“I think Nancy already got one” she points at Nancy standing with a big gun in her hands. “oh then we could get maybe like a shield to protect ourselves?”
“Good idea” she nods and you both walk around searching for something like a shield.
“let’s maybe split up?” Max asks.
“Good idea” you smile and walk to the other side then max does, you’re holding the knifes and the guns.
“isn’t that Eddies girlfriend?” You hear a guys voice behind you. You turn around to face two guys of the Hawkins basketball team.
“oh shit” you mumble.
“what are you doing hire?” One asks.
“the same as you do” you roll your eyes.
“trying to kill your boyfriend then?” They laugh.
“no just buying weapons dingus.” You give him a deathstare.
“feisty I see.” The other one grins.
“Go find anyone else” you roll your eyes again and walk off to pay. You decided to just get one gun instead of two and also two knifes.
“I would like to pay for this gun and bullets.” You look at Nancy, Max and Erica already waiting to go, you seem like you’re not the only one who noticed the guys, you see Steve also already paying for their stuff.
“alright, you know how the gun works?” The man asks.
“yep” you lie.
“okay that’s $40 for you then”
“hire” you get the money out of your pocket and give it to him.
“Have a nice day” the man says.
“same” you’re stressing at the moment. You put the stuff you bought in your pocket and walk quickly to the rest of the group.
“We really gotta go right now.” You say.
“I know, Steve please hurry” Nancy looks at Steve walking your way. When he arrives you all walk out as quickly as you can to the camper. Steve opens the door and storms in.
“What happened??” Lucas asks as soon as you walk in.
“gotta go.” Steve walks to the drives seat.
“your old friends are hire” Erica says talking to her brother.
“Shit. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Lucas shouts at Steve and he starts the car.
“ I’m going,I’m going! Sit down!” Steve starts the camper and you sit down next to Eddie while Steve starts driving off the parking lot.
“What did you get princess?” He smiles and lays his hand on your knee. You get a gun with the bullets out of your pocket.
“I just got a gun” you smile and Eddie takes it from you to looks at it.
“oh y/n, I got some kind of shields…” Max shows you the lid of a trash can. “ and I got some of this sharp things too” she shows a package.
“you’re amazing” you smile at her and turn back at Eddie seeing Alice sleeping on her fathers chest. “Was she a good girl?”
“she is adorable” He looks down at her and gives the gun back at you.
“I’m pretty good at raising a baby, aren’t I?”
“Perfect” he kisses your cheek and he starts explaining what all happened yesterday, with going to the upside down, what he saw and what he did. You listen to him.
———
Steve parks the camper by a meadow somewhere in the middle of nowhere. You all get out and take the stuff with you.
“Eddie and Dustin can you two fight the bats?” Nancy asks throwing the bag with stuff at them. Eddie catches it and nods.
“so just distract them from you?” Eddie asks.
“yep distracting them from me Robin and Steve” Nancy nods.
“Okay” Eddie and Dustin made their way to a place somewhere in the meadow.
“Lucas and Erica can you make the spears for Eddie and Dustin?”
“Fine” Erica takes the bag from Nancy and grab two chair that where laying somewhere in the camper.
“max can you help me with something?” Nancy ask grabbing the things she needs, Max nods and follows Nancy.
“What are you gonna do?” You ask Robin and Steve.
“making bombs I guess” Steve sits down.
“if I where you I should just lay in the grass doing nothing” Robin shrugs her shoulders.
“perfect idea” you nod walking over to Eddie and Dustin who were slamming clout-naila into the ‘shields’. You lay down on the grass with Alice next to you still asleep. You close your eyes just chilling a little bit. The loud sounds from Eddie and Dustin stops.
“how is she feeling?” You hear Dustin ask Eddie.
“Light. but durable” Eddie awnsers. “Deadly. but reliable.” Dustin chuckles and you lean up on your elbows watching them.
“Hear me now.” Eddie continues with a dramatic voice. “There will be no more retreating… from Eddie the banished.” You can’t help but let out a huff.
“Are you even hearing yourself?” You giggle.
“oh shut up. Don’t mess with Eddie the banished” He jokes and tries to say serious. Dustin gets up and looks at Eddie.
“Hey are you ready for bat-tle?” He is proud of his own joke and giggles a little “you get it? Battle…. B A T?”
“Dustin it isn’t your fault he didn’t learn spell at school because he skips to much I think” you tease Eddie. He gives you a side eye as a joke and hunts Dustin.
“what are you doing?” Dustin wrestled back. You giggle while watching them.
“Babe I can see your boxers” you look at Eddie.
“you’ve seen them before” he pushes Dustin off him and you shake your head with a smile, while they continued wrestling you turn back to your daughter next to you who is waking up.
“oh hello baby” you kiss her nose, she started whining a little and started to cry.
“no don’t cry, you’re hungry aren’t you?” You sit up and take your bra down under your shirt. You pick Alice up and pulls the collar of your shirt down so she could drink.
“hey hey hey. Baby don’t let just randomly your boobs out” Eddie runs over to you.
“you don’t want your daughter to drink?” You look up at him.
“Just don’t want him to see your boobs” he mumbles sitting infrond of you. You look behind you at Steve
“Harrington? Oeeeh is my boyfriend jalous?” You tease him. He rolls his eyes.
“Shush”Eddie mumbles what made you laugh a little.
“I’m gonna annoy Henderson again” he gets up again.
“Good lucky” you nod.
——-
The time flew by. The sun started going down, and the realising this might be the last time you will be with your boyfriend became much more serious. You started feeling not well and asked if Dustin would like holding Alice and he wanted to. You try walking away from the group while you are crying, but Eddie catches you. He runs over to you and lays his hand on your back.
“where are you go-“ he notice you were crying. “Oh no baby…” he pulls you into a big hug and that was when he noticed you were shaking also. “Oh god… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.” He rubs your back.
“I- I…don..t wan-na-…” you just couldn’t talk.
“It’s okay, just calm down for me” he lays his chin on your head. You take his hand and he holds your back and starts rubbing his thumb over yours softly.
“I’m s-so scared…” you sob trying to calm down and explain to him.
“what are you scared for baby? That it will fail?” You nod.
“L-Loosing..you…” you look up at him with wet cheeks. He wipes your tears away.
“I’m gonna fight for you and Alice, and if it maybe not turns out like we want to.. then you gonna tell Alice that her dad was a hero” He kisses your forehead. “And when you got over me you gonna find another guy or whatever who you gonna start a family with”
“don’t want that..” You’re still looking at him.
“But you’re so young I’m sure you will fall in love ever again” he rubs his thumb over your cheek.
“no.”
“fine, But make sure you tell Alice her dad was super cool, and a hero and totally not a freak.” He smiles
“I love you..”
“I love you too” He kisses your nose. “Should we go? Everything is done” you look around and nod. Eddie is still holding your hand while walking to the campers again. Everyone was already inside the camper and Dustin was still holding Alice. Eddie gets in first and sits down in the back next to Dustin. Almost everyone had other clothes on what Steve bought at the war zone (the store). You sit next to Eddie and he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close.
Dustin gives Alice to you and you take her. She’s sleeping and makes lil noises . Steve started driving to the creel house. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and the ride was very silent everyone in their own mind being scared how their night will end.
To be continued…
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I’m sorry for letting y’all wait for this part but my Netflix had error and I kinda needed the episode to write this… I hope you enjoyed it and that you’re all ready for the last chapter 🥹
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(( any headcanons about Cassie becoming part of the young avengers and Scott’s reactions/involvement/feelings about it? ))
((Interesting question, Anon. I'm sorry it took so long to answer because I know like 2 things about Young Avengers, so I didn't know how to initially answer. And I had to take a break or two on answering so I could think of other things to add.
Edit: I’m sorry! I definitely forgot this in my drafts. Okay okay here we go, sorry it took forever.))
I don't really remember how the Young Avengers came about in the comics, but I do remember that there was an attack on the...not Young Avengers, and I know Scott was killed in the process (*cries*)
So it's possible there were others who perished in the attack too. And the Young Avengers formed because the other Avengers were no longer a thing anymore...something like that.
And I hate that idea. So!...
Like Cassie, there were quite a few of the youngsters who have been watching their heroes/mentors do all the awesome things they do, and they want in.
So they form their own band of avenging vigilantes to handle things when the other Avengers are away.
Cassie hears about this group and seeks them out and joins after she gets her purple suit from good ol' Grandpa.
She really wants to tell her dad about it, especially since she thought she did so well in the Quantum Realm, but he's got the idea that since that was over, she should stay out of the fray until she got more training from him and Hope.
Hope figures out pretty quickly that Cassie is a part of the group, and she tells Cassie she supports her. But she needs to tell her dad the truth.
"I will...when I figure out how to."
Well, she keeps pushing that conversation to the side until it can't be pushed back anymore.
And it can't be pushed back anymore because the Young Avengers ran into an issue where they needed something big, and they had only one person to fit that bill.
And well, there happened to be a news crew nearby and well...
Scott about chokes on his cereal the next morning when the news is broadcasted everywhere.
"Young Avengers gain BIG help: Ant-Man's legacy continues as a giant woman in a purple suit reminiscent of the Ant-Man suit helps the Young Avengers save the day. It is believed Lang's daughter is the woman behind the mask, but that knowledge has yet to be confirmed."
But Scott knows.
"CASSIE!"
He's not mad she's helping the Young Avengers. Not really. He's a bit on edge and nervous by it because he's not sure she's ready. His fear masks itself as anger.
He's her dad and he'll always have a hard time letting her go. He will let her, but he'll struggle some.
But what does bother him so is that she didn't tell him about this, that she kept it from him for who knows how long.
What also bothers him is that Hope knew and didn't give him a heads up either.
"I wanted to tell you, Dad," Cassie admits, "but I know how you feel about all of this, so I didn't know how to tell you."
"So you let The Today Show fill me in instead. Cool."
"...the cameras weren't supposed to be there."
"That's beside the point, Cassie!"
"But nothing bad's happened so far, Dad. I'm okay, and I saved a lot of people last night."
"...behind my back. You didn't give me a chance to support you or anything."
“Would you have? Being so protective of me? Hadn’t I proven myself yet? I can do this, Dad. And I am doing it. I love helping people and doing what you do. It’s what I was born to do. Just like you.” She gives him a soft, pleading look. “Will you let me?”
But Scott’s trust and pride are wounded over being lied to. He never handled being lied to well at all, and this time is no exception.
He shrugs after a moment of silence. “You’ve already made your choice that you will no matter what, so it really doesn’t matter what I say right now, does it. You’re still training with me and Hope and your grades better not suffer. And…” he can’t help but still worry about her. “And you better come home. No matter what, you better come home.”
It’s awkward for a while after that. Scott’s not happy with Cassie or with Hope, and though they’re all willing to work on fixing the issues that have come up in their relationships recently, Scott’s got to work on his own feelings in order to get to that point. He has a hard time getting there sometimes.
But eventually they get past it, and Cassie had him meet the whole Young Avengers crew.
And it takes hardly any time at all before he becomes the crew’s dad. He just is. No one really questions it. It just happens, and they all like it.
Scott’s house becomes a common hangout place for the Young Avengers. They’re always coming in and out of there, and he likes it.
He cooks for them; he gives them advice; he has extra sleeping bags and pillows and stuff for if they ever sleep over. And they all have more than once.
Sometimes they ask him and Hope for help in whatever mission they’re on. They know they can count on Ant-Man and the Wasp.
They all get him Father’s Day gifts, even the Young Avengers who have fathers still.
He’s Ant-Dad in all their phones. Except for Cassie’s of course. He’s just Dad.
Cassie is not surprised that Scott adopted them all, but she’s a bit surprised they all adopted Scott. There are some in the group she never would have guessed would do that. But she loves how wrong she is and she loves how her dad’s accepted the whole team.
One day after a tough mission, they all end up at Scott’s house. He cooked for them, tended to wounds, and turned on a movie for them as they all passed out in his living room.
Except for Cassie. She seeks him out in the kitchen while he’s cleaning up, and she hugs him tightly, still shaky from the mission.
He of course hugs her back. “It’s okay, Peanut. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
“I’ve never been that scared before,” she admits quietly.
“I get it. I do. It’s okay to be scared and to still feel uneasy. But you’re safe now.”
“I’m tired, Daddy.”
“I know, Peanut. I know. You can rest now.” He kisses the top of her head. “I’m proud of you. You’re going to be okay.”
“Thanks, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he smiles softly as he rests his head against hers, still hugging her. “So much.”
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And He Answered
Chapter 2
For @phicphight
Words: 1162 (For this chapter)
Prompt: Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water. (By @erebecula)
Summary: Danny makes a new friend! Also Sibling time!
Warnings: None for this one!
Here's a follow up from the first one.
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Danny examined his new form. His new tail swished occasionally to keep him upright. He observed the scales on his hand which spread sporadically up his arm. The scale colors flitted between black and dark green, matching the murky lake. Looking back at his tail, he decided it was time to test it out. 
   Gliding through the water was one of the most freeing things Danny has ever experienced. His new eyes allowed him to see underwater clearly as he watched fish swim around and stoneflies scuttling on the rocks.
    Lake Amity was one of the deepest lakes in the United States, meaning much of it was unexplored. Danny swam around taking in the new sights. He decided to swim deeper. Danny's eyes widened in wonder. Creatures he'd never seen before swam past him. Danny felt something brushing against his back. When he turned around he saw what looked like a log. He felt the brush on his back again and whipped around. The same log? But how's that possible? He turned over to where the log first was to meet the face of a serpent-like creature. It had a long snout like a gator and the body of a snake.  Whatever it was, it scared the shit out of him. It's mouth spread into a playful grin, full of teeth. It gently nudged Danny with its snout. Danny hesitantly reached a hand out to its head. 
    The creature reminded him of a story his dad told him about a sea monster in Lake Mendota. Its name was Bozho and it was known to follow sailors and tickle people's feet while they swam. His dad told him about one summer he saw it while fishing with Danny's grandpa. 
   He needed a name for his new friend.Well he couldn't call this one Bozho. That name was already taken. 'Hmmm what should I name you?' he thought, 'I know! I'll name you Cujo.' 
     He wasn't sure how he'd be able to talk to his new friend to tell him his name, but he learned the serpent likes head scratches. Cujo nudged him and turned his(?) head towards the  surface. Danny should probably go back. His family was most likely worried.
    Danny swam over to shore; Cujo followed until the water got too shallow. How was he gonna change back? Danny sat on the sand in confusion. He noticed his scales start to dry up and turn to more of a tannish hue. Eventually, his tail split into two legs and he grabbed his stuff to leave.
   By the time he got home, his scales were all gone and his fingers were dewebbed. He walked in to see Jazz reading a book while his parents were tinkering on a new net. 
   "Heya, Danno! How was your walk!" His dad's boisterous voice filled the room.
   "It was good!" Danny replied. 
    A beep from the microwave signaled that dinner was ready. Dinner was simple and quick enough. Maddie had put a frozen pizza in the oven. Either way there were still a few dishes, and it was Danny's turn to clean them. 
    He should wait until his family leaves the room before attempting dishes. There wasn't a lot, so maybe he could get it done quickly. Maybe he could say he doesn't feel well and have Jazz do it.
   "Don't forget Danny, it's your turn to do dishes!" His mom reminded him.
   "Um, actually I'm not feeling all that well still. Could Jazz maybe cover for me," Danny replied, staring at the sink.
   "It's only a few dishes? You sure you won't be able to handle it?" His mom asked.
   "I'm sure! I just need to go lie down!" he said before bolting up the stairs.
   Jazz looked over where her little brother's form once was. Poor Danny. He's probably scared of water after what happened. Maybe he needs to see that the water won't hurt him?
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   After Jazz finished cleaning the dishes she grabbed a glass of water and went upstairs. 
"Hey Danny?" Jazz asked, knocking on his door.
 "What do you want, Jazz?" came a muffled reply.
 "To talk," she stated simply.
  Danny opened the door and let her in. Jazz set her glass on the nightstand and sat on his bed next to him.
 "I know that what you experienced, whatever actually happened, traumatized you. I want you to know that if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you. You don't have to face this alone."
   She could tell that he was listening even though he was staring at the glass of water. She continued, "I know water probably scares you, but I wanted to prove to you that it's safe when not in large quantities."
   Danny's eyes widened when she picked up the glass. Man his drowning must've really messed with his psyche. Jazz took her finger and dipped it in the glass.
  "See! Perfectly fine! Now your turn!"
  Danny stared at the water for a hot second before dipping the very tip of his finger in.
 "See I'm not scared of water Jazz. I'm perfectly fine," he stated. 
  "Prove it."
  "What?"
  "Put your whole hand in."
  "Why would I do that? That's stupid."
  "Because it would prove you're not scared of a silly glass of water."
  "Of course I'm not scared of a glass of water! I love water!" Danny's voice raised.
  "Alright then prove it! Put your hand in." 
  Danny moved his hand towards the glass and stopped.
  "I-i-i can't," his voice was barely a whisper.
  "Whatever happened to you clearly had an impact on you. Would you like to talk about it?"
  "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
  "Try me."
  "I went in the parent's submarine and I accidentally deployed it, and it cracked open," he blurted out. He looked over to see her signal him to continue.
  "I'm not exactly sure what happened before I was found, but I remember drowning. I also had a dream about this man who came to the sub and said I was gonna be some 'unitor of land and sea' or something like that. Either way I think I was blessed by a mer and it changed me."
   Jazz looked at him with an arched brow.
  "Mers don't actually exist you know?"
  "That's what I thought too until yesterday. What if he's how I got to shore?" 
  "Okay. That may be, but how do you know for sure that mers even exist and it wasn't just some hallucination you had?"
  "Because of this." 
 Danny took the glass and dunked his hand in. He pulled it out to reveal a black blotch of scales on his hand. Jazz stood awestruck. She grabbed his hand to inspect the scales. They were beautiful.
  "Also, could we please not tell Mom or Dad. They might want to experiment on me."
  "I won't let that happen, Little Brother," Jazz replied before pulling Danny into a hug, "I won't let that happen."
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Adventures Of Grandpa Wayne and Ozzy Part 2: Wayne Watches Ozzy
Summary: Wayne watches his 3 month old grandson while Eddie and Reader go out on a date. Chaos ensues. 
Warnings/Triggers: Wayne is trying his best, mentions of Eddie’s mom, mentioned deceased parent, he spills baby Ozzy’s food, Ozzy has a blowout 
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“Are you sure you’re okay with watching him?”, (Y/N) asked as she handed Wayne his 3 month old grandson, Ozzy. She laughed as Wayne tried to shift him in his arms to show Eddie and her he would be safe, but they already knew that. The minute they brought Ozzy home from the hospital, Wayne and the couple would have family day, mostly consisting of him holding Ozzy after a long week of work at the plant. They didn’t mind though, they knew that Wayne loved his grandchild and they couldn’t be happier watching them together.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m a little tired, but this little guy makes it worth it to stay up and hang out with”,he said, ending on a coo as he watched his grandson look at him with those big brown eyes, just like his dad. It felt like Wayne was back with little Eddie, holding him and having so much pride in his heart. 
(Y/N) sat the baby’s bag down and leaned in to give the baby a quick kiss to Ozzy’s little cheeks, she thanked Wayne for watching him again, she hugged him and her and Eddie walked out the door, she kinda struggled a little, it was her first time leaving Ozzy with someone else and she wasn’t ready to leave him just yet, but she knew it was a good thing to get out of the house and let him spend time with his grandpa.
Wayne sat down with him in his arms, he watched as Ozzy looked at the trailer as he saw the new place to him. He snuggled into Wayne’s flannel, gripping the collar and laying his head near Wayne’s heart. He smiled softly, kissing his forehead and covering him with the fluffy blanket he picked out for him the weekend he found out (Y/N) was pregnant. He held the little boy close to him, soaking up the baby cuddles when he could because he knew all too well how fast time goes on. 
Wayne watched a show while Ozzy took a nap on him, he kept looking down at him and smiling at him, he saw Eddie in this little boy and he couldn’t get over how much he missed having Eddie at this age, his mom always brought him over to be with his uncle because he knew his brother was a piece of work especially to the mother of his child. He remembered holding Eddie at the hospital, his own brother was too wasted to show up for the birth, so Wayne stepped up to be with her. 
He remembers the day he got the call about Eddie’s mother, he remembers going to pick Eddie up from the apartment in Indianapolis to take him back to the trailer in Hawkins, he remembers seeing the frightened pre teen, shaking as he saw his mother getting carried out on the stretcher with the sheet covering her body. The minute he saw Wayne pull up to the scene, he ran full force into his chest, sobbing into his shirt. He wished he could have helped him more, but he did try his very best to be the best guardian he could be. 
Eddie ran away about a month into living with Wayne, he missed his home. The trailer didn’t feel like his home, he just wanted his mom to still be here. When they caught him, he stayed silent from the when they picked him up up until they got back to the trailer. Wayne never yelled at him, never scolded him, just questioned why he ran away and that’s when Eddie broke down and told Wayne the entire truth of him and his mother’s life while living in that small 2 bedroom apartment. He explained to Wayne seeing her lifeless body in her bedroom, seeing her being carried out has ruined his life. He just wanted his mom. Wayne held his nephew close to him, shushing his sobs that escaped his lips and reminding him he’s safe now. 
Taken out of the memories was the little cries that came from Ozzy, he stood up quickly and sat him down on his blanket getting ready to change his diaper, once he was done, he sat up the little bouncer he bought him for Christmas and went the start his bottle. Wayne grabbed the pot off the stove and filled it up with water ready to warm it up for Ozzy’s bottle. He went to the baby bag, grabbing his bottle and grabbing his formula from his cabinet. When the water was heating up, it was warm, but not too warm. Wayne opened the formula container and grabbed the scoop. He poured the water into the bottle and added the appropriate amount of formula and shook up to make sure no formula chucks in the bottom of the bottle. He went to start putting things away when the unthinkable happened, he accidentally hit the formula can off the counter and spilled the formula all over the floor. He wanted to burst into tears right there, but kept his composure. He cleaned up the formula off the floor, luckily there wasn’t a lot and the canister of formula was put on the counter. 
He grabbed the bottle and grabbed Ozzy out of the bouncer and started to feed him, he smiled and chuckled as he took the bottle quickly and ate it as fast as the slow flow nipple allowed him to eat. Once the bottle was gone, he was placed against Wayne’s shoulder and patted on the back to get the burps out. 
Wayne held him up to his face, kissing his little nose and watching the little boy in his arms show his cute little gums with his smile. He watched as Ozzy’s brown eyes start to droop from his full belly and the warmth of his blanket being wrapped around his little body. Wayne laid with him again, he smiled softly as he felt his grandson’s little breaths on his neck as he slept soundly.
He went back to watching his show, about a half and hour later, the smell hit him, he uncovered him and saw the blowout on the back of his sleeper, he felt sick, but he got up quickly, ran to the sink and got it to a good temperature for him and grabbed a towel, put him on the towel on the floor and took him out of the sleeper and the dirty diaper, carrying him to the sink and started cleaning him off. Once the baby was clean, he got into the bag and grabbed a diaper and found another sleeper for him to put him in, he saw Ozzy smile,
“I bet you feel a whole lot better, huh?”, he asked, lathering him in baby lotion and changing him. He grabbed the bouncer and sat him back down, handing him his pacifier. He got up from the floor once he was content and drained the sink from the bath water. Just as he sat down, he heard the knock at the door. 
“Come in!”, Wayne yelled out. He saw Eddie and (Y/N) standing there, she was so excited to see her baby again, she ran up and grabbed him. She kissed his little forehead and sniffed his little head. 
“Wayne, did you have to give him a bath?”, she asked.
“Yeah, he had a blowout and it got all over his sleeper, so I had to give him a bath in the sink. His sleeper is in the washer, I can drop it off to you on Sunday when we have family day.”, he said, smiling at her. 
“No, its okay! Keep it over here, I think he had so much fun with grandpa, I think we should make family day, family weekend instead! Wanna spend time with him on Fridays? Gives you more than 3 hours to spend time with him before you have to go to work on Sunday?” “I would love to. I love that little boy. He’s my entire world, I couldn’t be more proud of you guys, he is the sweetest little boy.”, he said, tearing up, but smiling at his two kids. 
Eddie and (Y/N) looked at each other and smiled, they felt so lucky to have Wayne and they felt even luckier to have such an awesome grandparent for Ozzy. 
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Okay so you already know I loved the thing you wrote but your tags?????? Yes please give us more granddad Sirius and James Sirius content??????????? I'm so ready for it.
i genuinely wrote out an entire answer for this in my mind and apparently never put it in actual words :) brb while i put on the dunce cap and hang my head in shame
anywaaaaaaay if ur still into granddad siri and james sirius (aka jem/jemmy/jim when he’s older) content may i interest u in some stupid lil ramblings:
- sirius’ title is papa. harry mixed up grandpa sirius and padfoot one time to say ‘grandpa padfoot’ and jemmy latched hard onto the ‘pa pa’ part of that. so papa he is, and all his grandkids call him that.
- harry and ginny were super young and super unprepared for our lil jimbo. so he spent a lot of time around sirius, lots of sleepovers and babysitting and hasty drop offs. this gave him an appreciation for hanging out with old people (not that sirius doesn’t dangle him upside down when he hears that term because ‘who’re you calling old, huh? you think i could swing u around like a fish if i was old?) because they have the best stories and the most patience and they put up with all his questions and antics and always spoil him.
- james sirius is sirius’ favorite grandchild. he tries to hide it, never treats anyone noticeably different, loves them all more than the universe itself but jemmy. that boy completely stole his heart the moment he opened his eyes and james—his jamie’s—eyes looked up at him. the others, when they realise what it means that their papa tears up sometimes when jem does something, learn to not say anything and hug him a bit tighter that day.
- of course, sirius knows this isn’t an exact copy of his dead best friend. jem is more somber, not as arrogant, doesn’t think he’s god’s gift to humanity. his temper is more cutting, aimed to hurt. sirius knows what that’s like and that’s another reason why those get along so well. james sirius gets angry at his family and goes straight to his papa for refuge. sirius is always there with warm hugs and kisses and cake and hot chocolate.
- ok another headcanon i have!! purebloods get music training and sirius learnt how to play the piano (and if harry had grown up with him, he would’ve learnt an instrument too and that’s always a sore point). he convinces harry to let jem get similar coaching so every weekend, granddad & grandson sit down together to learn how to play the piano. jemmy’s kind of terrible at it, but he wouldn’t trade this time for anything. as he grows up, this turns into gossip sessions where they bitch about everyone together. this is where jim asks for relationship advice and ‘how do you know they’re the one, papa?’ and sirius telling him about his jamie, and the kind of friendship that was so strong that death couldn’t sever it. sirius tells him that his name doesn’t have to define him, that it’s okay (and encouraged) to step beyond the boundaries of what you were assigned at birth. (because he knows a little something about family names and being the oldest and crippling pressure and struggling with your identity- who you should be vs who you are)
- harry tells his godfather that his oldest’s tendency for dramatisation comes from these sessions and ‘did you really need to describe my dad as ‘burning brighter than the sun’, siri? now i can’t take that little demon into muggle london because somehow his not-so-accidental magic has him lighting up like a goddamn christmas tree all the time’
- james sirius (now jim, because he’s grown and wants to be taken seriously and jemmy is a kids name except when his papa calls him that bc he has special privileges) is the one most conscious of the weight his name holds, the legacy he comes from. it makes him all that more driven to carve his own niche in the wixen world. but, at the same time, sirius can see the ghosts of his loved ones in this kid. the same mother hen protectiveness that jamie had, the mischievously sparkling hazel eyes, the bone deep devotion to his loved ones. it hurts but also, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
*coughs* sorry miss imp this became much longer than i anticipated and i don’t think i realised how much i love papa sirius and little jemmy but uh. yeah. the floodgates hath opened and it took everything in me to close them right back up.
(the thing i wrote- crackish au where sirius delivers harry and james sirius, two decades apart)
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Superman & Lois: Season 2, Ep 9
30 Days and 30 Nights
Yeah, just, Superman just decides to enter into the portal? I mean did he think about it for a second, like, how to get back? I know Ally is a huge threat but following her into the portal - it just seems like a rash decision.
Clark is gone and the Kent household is all over the place. Jonathan is struggling and I know Clark would have made things right with him, but from a parent's point of view harsh consequences were needed in light of Jonathan's actions. Even though they know he isn't the one, deep down they know, but without him admitting who the drugs belonged to - they have to act accordingly. But now Clark is gone so Jonathan is struggling.
I love that Jordan was all ready to confess to Lois about the superheroing, but she already knew, so he through grandpa under the bus as well. haaahaa, perfect. I feel bad though that he and Sarah are growing apart due to his activities. And her breaking up with him because she can't come second, is such an adult reason for a 15 year old.
It really is something that Lois never thought of Candace as the reason Jon kept so quiet. I loved that she just seemed resigned, like, of course it's the girlfriend. And here's the thing. Lois said it's a fireman's knot (isn't that a clue?!) and then joked with her dad about the number of times she's been tied up (whiplash!). But she also needs to train herself not to use Jordan's name while he's fighting as it's a giveaway of who it was.
And ohmy, the cell phone had an old fashion ring, LOL, to give into the feel of old time small town races.
oooooooh Bizarro Jonathan, interesting...
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Reasons Behind Them
For the context. And you probably knew it. My anonymous community is absolut Free For All post rule. No limits, and all the weird shit on internet put of there (yeah, I talked about weird sexual interest. And for your information. I'm a normal Muslim guy) and some of the them are really into this group until out all of them problem to the community.
There was a day I don't get it how on earth people would love a story with sad ending or people like to say "read to suffer is my hobby", until I saw this post
Trigger warnings ⚠️
Suicide, Hospitals, Transphobia, Homophobia, PTSD, Flashbacks, Disassociating
Hello everyone. I’m going to take this down once I have a new chapter ready to post, so this won’t be here for too long. I want to explain why I haven’t posted in some time, and why I may not for a while.
Thursday, May 26th of 2022, my sister tried to kill herself. She does this a lot, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise, but it turns out that this was her worst attempt yet. She was in the ICU for 5 days, unconscious for most of them. She had to be intubated because she couldn’t breath on her own.
This was already hard enough on its own, but to make it worse she was in Idaho. This is bad because 1. We had to drive 15 hours straight from California to Idaho and 2. My father and his side of the family live there.
I saw that side of the family, specifically his parents. My Dad disowned me for being gay and trans, saying I would never be his son. His Mom, while she did still talk to me, is incredibly unsupportive of my transition. The only person who was fully accepting was my Grandpa, so thank you to that man. I saw my grandparents for the first time in almost 6 years, and while I didn’t see him, I heard my Father’s voice for the first time in over 2 years.
On top of all of this, my PTSD has been acting up a lot lately for obvious reasons. This is causing my other PTSD things to be triggered too so I’ve been having a lot of flashbacks and sometimes have been disassociating heavily.
All this to say, I’ve been struggling lately. I know AO3 authors have the stereotype that we wrote through everything, but not everyone can do that. I know that I can’t right now. I want to thank everyone for being patient, and I want to thank everyone for reading. Writing this story brings me a lot of joy, and I’m happy that I can share it with you all.
- Leonard <3
End for the warnings ⚠️
Just... My community is weird, but this thing really open my eyes, people do awfull things are always a reason behind it. My Friend Leonard (i just knew this name today, before it we knew him as "thisbitch151" ) is a very Passionate person where things talk about sad story. I've no idea why this guy love to torture his reader, but turn out it just his coping mechanism, he tried to escape his ... Awful life.
So yeah, i wanna share his story so we can see this world from wide perspective...
PS. A lot of support already sent to Leonardo. Well, maybe those comments section change form support massage to "adu nasib". But... While Indonesian kinda hate it, our community love because there are lot a similar problem and they are not alone while facing it
PSS. Or some of them are actually weird at the first place.
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-Shanghai Swap Meat - Part 1
‘’What’s wrong with you dude? Have you unclogged the toilet yet?’’ My cousin asked.
‘’No, I haven’t done that ... yet.’‘
‘’Then what’s bothering you?’’
‘’Oh, nothing except that I’m the biggest loser of the family, and my life kind of sucks.’’
‘’Oh don’t be so hard on yourself Alan you’re not the brightest star of our family but you’re not the biggest failure either.’’
‘’Thanx cousin but let’s be honest I kinda screwed up. Dropped out twice, failing my classes again, and kicked out by dad because he’s embarrassed by his low-life son. We’re both 23 years old cousin but you already have your own butchery. Small business, but you build something yourself, you achieved something. What did I achieve? High School, that’s pretty much it.’’
‘’Don’t worry too much Alan you’re a late bloomer good things will come to you eventually. Until then, I don’t mind you here helping me in the shop in exchange for sleeping on my couch.’’
‘’Awesome, so in what way does that make my life suck any less? A young, late bloomer, dropout, kicked out, working for free in his cousin’s butchery and sleeping on his couch in downtown Shanghai, no offense cousin. You’re right I’m living the life!’’
I turned and ran into something massive and got pushed back to the display.
‘’Can’t you watch where you walk runt?!’’ A booming voice said. 
I looked up and I saw a man... no a mountain of solid muscles. From a quick glance, I noticed his thick pecs, wide boulder-sized shoulder, arms and legs thick as tree trunks, and the thickest ass in Asia.
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‘’Move aside runt. Do you have my order ready butcher?’’ 
‘’But of course Mr. Kang I have already set it apart for you.’’ My cousin walked to the fridge. 
‘’Here is your order Mr. Kang: 7 Chicken breast, 5 pork chops, 3 lean steaks, and the rest of your order. Only the best quality for you Mr. Kang.’’ With difficulty, my cousin got the heavy bags with raw meat on the counter. 
‘’Finally.’’ Said the enormous brute said with his deep baritone manly voice. With one arm, he easily picked up the bags my cousin struggled to get up earlier from the counter. I was amazed by his build. This guy weighed at least 330 lbs with an impressive 6’5 height.
‘’Do you have in here someplace where I can take a piss?’’
‘’Of course, Mr. Kang toilet is in the back second door on the right.’’ My cousin replied. The bodybuilder walked past us, walking to the back. 
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‘’Who was that God cousin?‘’
‘’God? No Alan customer, a big spender. Samual Kang is a former pro bodybuilder living here in Shanghai. He’s now founder and CEO of a successful chain of gyms across China, produces and sells nutrition and I thought he did some acting and modeling too. He always buys here his meat and a lot of it because it has not yet been processed.’’
"What does he have that I don't have?" "I asked him, feeling like my life sucked even more than I thought... reality just hit me hard.
‘’Well.... money, a penthouse, a gorgeous model as his girlfriend, money, a successful business, fans, a great body and again money.’’
‘’Haha, if you only were as good at making me feel better as you are at cutting meat’‘. 
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*Sigh*. 
‘‘I wish I had his life, he seems to have his shit in order. And have you seen his body?! It takes years of dedication to get so puffed up! I would look awsome!’‘
‘’So you want to be like Mr. Kang don’t you Allen?’’ My cousin began staring seriously at me, he had never been so creepy.
''Uhm yeah kind of, didn't you hear me the first time cousin?''
He picked up a small plastic bottle with some green gunk under the counter. ‘’Drink this cousin!’’
‘’What is this?! How long did you keep this?’’’ I opened the bottle and the smell was horrific! ‘’Ugh, this smells awful cousin like grandpa’s feet, just throw it into the trashcan’’.
‘’Just drink it, Alan. For once just listen and do something that is going to make a difference in your life.’’ 
My cousin still had this creepy serious expression on his face. I felt I had to prove something to him by drinking it but I also didn’t want to drink whatever was inside this bottle. 
‘’Alright alright, I will drink it!’’ 
I opened the bottle again and knocked back the disgusting green juice all at once down my throat. 
‘’See... happy now cousin? Now let’s do a reality check… did drinking this turn my life upside down?... Uhm, nope it didn’t. It only left a bitter taste in my mouth  ugh...so thanks for that cousin very helpful.’’
‘’Just give it some time’’. My cousin said.
‘’But we’re almost closing, so I’m going to bed... I mean the couch’’.
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Then it hit me, I suddenly felt an enormous rush. Out of nowhere, I felt an enormous pressure on my bladder.
''What did you do to me cousin?!'' I yelled. ''Oh man, this is going bad! Out of my way cousin!'' I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom in the back. It felt like I could snap anytime.
I stormed into the bathroom to the toilet. Shit, I forget to unclog it. I turn to the only urinal seeing Samual Kang standing in front of it. 
‘’Can you hurry up, please?!’’ Damn, I can’t hold it anymore! I got pulled to the urinal as something forced me to.
‘’Shut up runt can’t you see I’m busy! And don’t you dare to look!’’ Mr. Kang shouted at me.
‘’Oh, come on hurry up!!!’’ I couldn’t handle it anymore! And then my feet got off the ground and I smashed right into Mr. Kang’s back. 
‘’Didn’t I tell you to sh...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET OFF ME!’’
‘’I’m so sorry Mr. Kang I don’t know what is happening!’’ I tried to apologize and to get off Mr. Kang’’s large back, I put my hands on his back to push me off, but somehow I sank through into his back! 
‘’WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!’’ (*we said simultaneously*)
My arms sank deeper into Mr. Kang’s back as well as my legs that were already halfway in.
‘’Please, stop! It hurts… get out!’’ Mr. Kang yelled and began to stumble as he tried to walk away. 
‘’Stand still before you make us fall and we break something!’’ We stopped. Wait did I just do that did I just controlled his legs?!
I pushed my second arm into Kang’s right arm and use both to slowly pull my body into his. I tried to move my fingers inside Mr. Kang´s large hands. His large sausage fingers moved on my command! 
‘’Dude I’m somehow connected to your body! Looks like I can control this body. Awesome!’’ I shouted.
‘’No this isn’t possible!’’ Kang stumbles around the room as the two of us fight for control. Spasming and swinging his arms, Kang attempts to push me out. But I  sleeved my skinny arms into his and now control these massive arms.
With a malicious grin splitting on my own face, I bring Sam’s hands up to his face and began to feel it and then going down to caress his muscles. It’s so weird I feel like I’m feeling it with my own hands. Mr. Kang almost collapses on the ground as I continue pushing. 
‘’No, no big guy can’t let that happen, these strong legs of ours can easily hold us both!’’ I forced Mr. Kang into a standing position with my arms against the toilet wall. Mr. Kang Still trembling with an occasional spasmatic twitching, while I’m moving around inside him. I get deeper and deeper inside his body. It’s warm inside and a bit tight. I can feel Samual Kang’s cock getting hard as I shove mine errected cock into his. Samual groans and gasps in a mixture of agony and pleasure. I chuckle at the thought of what I was doing to Samual and continue exploring his body in this new exciting way.
 "That's enough! Get out of me...leave my body alone!"
‘’Nah why stop now? Now let’s see what’s inside that head of yours Samual Kang.’’  
I push my head into Kang’s and the last of me into him. I had now been fully absorbed by Mr. Kang’s bodybuilder body.
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I opened my eyes looking at this amazing muscle bod now fully under my control. First let’s take this shirt off MY muscles deserve to be seen. I flexed my biceps.
‘‘OH YEAH! BRING IT! HOLY CRAP!’‘
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We left one last moan... and then a flash of light appeared. We were pulled out of eachother, separated. Everything went dark. 
Samual Kang fell behind on the floor while Allen fell forward into the urinal.
...A few hours passed...
*PHONE RINGS*
‘’Uhm, Come on cousin just a few more minutes. I… I just had the weirdest dream ever. That green stuff... ugh you gave me was strong or was that also a part of the dream. I...I just need a little bit more sleep’’...
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PHONE MESSAGE BANK:
*beep* Mr. Kang you have 38 messages.
Latest message received 1 minute ago.
*beep* (Allen’s voice:) ‘’Answer the phone! I don’t know how the fuck you did this little runt  but I’m, uh, I think I'm in the wrong body, your body’’. 
*beep* (Allen’s voice:) ‘‘Allen that’s your name right ‘‘Allen’‘, check your friggin voicemail please we have to fix this. Damn it! Oh my head still hurts! Did you really have to smash this head into the fucking urinal?! Call me back.’‘
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                                       - To be continued -
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expect the unexpected | 8
D-1 until anniversary trip
“What happened?” Jin asks. He held his phone close to his ear as his father explained why they couldn’t make it to their house today. His parents were supposed to come home the day before you two leave for your trip. Unfortunately, Jin’s parents weren’t going to make it. 
“We just had some car troubles, it’s getting fixed by one of our friend’s son. We should be there tomorrow though. What time are you and Yn leaving again?” His dad asks. 
“Latest we can leave is noon,” Jin says. “Are you sure you’ll make it here before then? We have a plane to catch.”
“I’m sure, I’m sure. Well,” Jin’s dad says. “I’ll see you then. Bye.”  Jin laughs at his dad’s abrupt ending, hanging up the phone before he could even respond.
D-Day of anniversary trip!
“You have to be good when grandma and grandpa come, okay?” You tell Haneul. 
“When are they coming?” He asks, leaning onto the couch. 
“Later at about,” you check the time on your phone, it was about 8 in the morning.  “2 hours.” You look at your son who furrows his brows at you. You forgot he has no concept of time yet. “If we start watching Zootopia right now, when it finishes, grandma and grandpa will be here.” You explained. Haneul raises his eyebrows and his mouth went into an ‘o’ shape. “Yeah,” you giggled, knowing he understood it now. 
“We’re leaving before your siblings get out of class so you’ll be going with grandma and grandpa to pick them up okay?”
“Okay~” Haneul says, getting up from the couch and walking away.
“Where are you going?” You ask, getting up to follow him. 
“Let’s watch Zootopia in your room,” he says. “So grandma and grandpa can come.” You laugh at his reasoning as if that’s the only way they could come over. But you agree nonetheless. 
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The movie was coming to the end. Nick Wilde graduates from the police academy and he and Judy Hopps become partners. You check your phone and no message from your in-laws. 
They should be here by now. 
And so should Jin.
“Baby,” you say to your youngest. “I’m going to call your dad okay, just stay here.” He doesn’t respond but instead stares at the animated animals on the screen.
You walk out of your room, closing the door behind you, and before you can call Jin, he calls you first.
“Hello?” You say. 
“Hi noona,” you hear back. It’s Yeonjun, obviously not Jin. “I know it’s you and Jin hyung’s anniversary trip and he got caught up with a few meetings but he’s on his way now! Umm.. he forgot his phone though, he was in a rush since he knew he was late so I just wanted to let you know that he’ll be home soon and that I also will be stopping by to drop off his phone.” 
“Okay, thank you,” you say, “did he say anything about his parents?”
“His parents? No. Just that they should be home now,” Yeonjun responds. You could hear him going in his car. 
“Okay, well drive safe okay? No need to rush, we’ll see you when you get here,” you say. Just when Yeonjun ended the call, you heard the front door open. 
“Mom?” You call out, thinking it was your in-laws. They do have their own keys as they babysit the kids every now and then.
You walk to the front door to see your husband looking at you with a confused expression.
“No?” He responds.
“Mom and Dad haven't come yet. Did they call you that they’ll be late?” Jin tilts his head to the side, feeling his pockets for his phone.
“O-”
“Yeonjun’s coming by to drop off your phone, he said you left it as you were rushing out,” you say, walking towards him to take his bag. “So they didn’t call?”
Jin shakes his head.
“No, I hope nothing bad happened though,” he says, running his fingers through his hair. He lets out a stressed sigh. 
“I’m sure noth--” Before you can finish your sentence, a high pitch scream comes from your room, startling the two of you.
“Is that Haneul?” Jin asks, running towards your shared room. 
He opens the door to find Haneul crying on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Jin asks him, walking over to pick him up from the bed. “Why are you crying?” 
Haneul doesn’t respond but instead keeps crying. He points at you when you walk in.
“What happened?” You ask, reaching out for him. Haneul turns and hugs his dad’s neck tighter, crying into his shoulder.
“Is it because I left him in here for a few minutes, I--,” you say, trying to figure out why he’s crying. “He was just watching the movie.” You turn to the TV and see that the movie finished. 
He probably felt like you left him when you closed the door on your way out and didn’t come back right away. 
You walk up to him and rub his back, telling him you were sorry. 
Your phone then dings. “Yeonjun’s here,” you say. “Give him to me.” You reach out for Haneul again but he clings on tighter to his dad instead.
“He doesn’t want you,” Jin laughs. It was like the first time Haneul chose him over you. “I’ll take him with me,” he says, walking out to the front door with Haneul. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. 
“Hyung,” Yeonjun says when Jin opens the door. “Your phone.” He hands the phone to your husband and Jin unlocks it to check if he got any messages from his parents.
“Your dad called, so I answered since I thought he was at your house and I wanted to let him know that you’re on your way but he called saying they’re going to be late. Their friend’s son wasn’t able to fix the car in time and so they’ll be on their way in about half an hour and so maybe depending on traffic, they’ll be here in about two hours.”
“Oh,” you say, walking in right behind Jin. 
“I know you have to be in your plane soon, so I’ll take care of everything,” Yeonjun says, reaching out for Haneul. “Go get ready, I’ll watch Haneul and I’ll pick up the kids.” 
“Okay one,” Jin says, holding Haneul tighter. “This is the first time Haneul is loving me like this, I’ll hold on to him a little longer. Two, if I struggle with my three kids alone, I’m not so sure you’ll be able to handle all three of them alone. And Three, Soojin would enjoy that too much and I wouldn’t.”
“Thank you Yeonjun, but Jin’s right. Our kids are a handful for one person, we wouldn’t want to trouble you with that,” you say, putting a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “Go ahead and go home, we’ll take care of this, don't worry.”
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“Jin,” you called. Haneul and you had made amends now and he was currently on the couch watching cartoons while Jin made food for the kids.
“Hm?”
“Everything’s packed and ready to go, we just need to pick up the kids, coming with?” You ask.
“Yeah, let me just finish this,” he says, putting the kimbaps in a bento box. “Haneul, go to mommy.” Haneul looks at his dad and turns back to the TV. 
“Haneul~” Jin calls again. He doesn’t budge.
“Haneul-ah.” One more time, Haneul yawns and that was the only reaction Daddy Jin got. 
“Haneul,” you call now. “Let’s go, we have to get your brother and sister. We don’t have all day.” 
“I want to stay here,” he responds, fumbling with the remote. You sigh.
“Well you can’t stay home by yourself-- unless daddy stays?” You say, turning to Jin. Jin shakes his head.
“No, we’re all going. Come on,” Jin says, walking to the two of you. “Here,” he says, handing you the lunch pail he packed. “Come on,” he reaches down and picks up Haneul who was starting to cry again.
What is it with him today?
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“I thought grandma was picking us up,” Soojin asks as she got into the car.
“Yeah, with grandpa,” Minseok follows. “Aren’t you two supposed to be on the plane right now?”
“They were getting their car fixed, they’ll be here soon so hurry up,” you say, as the kids rush in, getting their seatbelts on. “Eat this, daddy made them.”
“Did you reschedule the tickets by the way?” Jin asks. You turn to him surprised. 
“No. I thought you said you’d do it?” 
“No, I was making the kids’ food.”
“Well I was packing our things and putting them in the car.”
Jin sighs, raising his hand up to his head. You shake your head.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it on my phone right now just focus on driving home safely,” you say.
“Can I come with you,” Haneul yells from the back.
“No, this is mommy and daddy’s trip,” you say. “This is the only time in the year where mommy and daddy get a few days of alone time.”
“But we want to come,” Soojin says, pouting along with her brother. 
“You can come another day,” Jin says. “Grandma and grandpa want to spend time with you three this weekend so you have to stay home.”
“But I want mommy and daddy,” Haneul whines, crying in the back seat. You can hear Minseok shushing him.
“It’s okay, they’ll be back,” he tells his younger brother. You felt reassured with your oldest as he’s the one who knows how to calm the youngest one. 
“Nooo,” Haneul cries. “I want to come with them.” He’s already choking on his sobs at this point. 
The rest of the drive home, everyone was silent.
Well.. you four were silenced by Haneul’s tantrum.
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“Mom are you almost here?” Jin asks. He was on his phone with his mom and you two were getting impatient. Well.. more of stressing over the fact your plane was leaving soon and there would be traffic on the way there.
“Almost,” Jin’s mom says. “There was some traffic, but we’ll be there soon. Give us like five minutes.” 
“Okay, tell dad to drive safe.”
“Will do. See you soon sweetie.”
“Soojin!” You call. “Grandma and grandpa are almost here! Please come to the living room.”
“Okay so we’ll make it on time for our plane since we switched to another flight but we need to leave right when mom and dad get here,” you tell Jin. 
“Okay,” he nods. “Everything’s in the car right? You didn’t forget anything?” You nod your head.
“Vitamins, everything?” Jin says, sitting on the couch with his kids.
“Uhh,” you say, running to your room. 
You get to your room, and run to the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. 
“Uhh..vitamins,” you say to yourself, grabbing the vitamins. “What else? Oh yeah!-- Shoot, I ran out.” You shake your head. “We’ll just get more later.”
“Yn! Mom and Dad are here!” You hear Jin yell. You can hear the kids screaming with joy and their grandparents doing the same. 
“I’m coming!” You say, throwing everything into your carry on before running to the living room.
“Mom, dad,” you say, hugging the two of them. 
“We are so sorry we’re late,” Jin’s mom says as you hug him.
“No worries, I’m just glad you two got home safely,” you tell her. 
“We have a few minutes and we have to go,” Jin says. 
“Okay, umm, you two know everything already so is there anything else we should mention?” You laugh, turning to your inlaws, then your husband.
“Umm, Minseok usually needs help with homework. He has trouble with multiplication. For Soojin, nothing much but sass but she shouldn’t be giving any of that to you two,” Jin laughs. “And as for Haneul. Just prepare for tantrums, often. And he’s going to want to go to his Auntie Sohu’s bakery but he needs to get away from that for now.” You were impressed. Considering you spend more time with the kids, Jin knew more of what to say.
I guess with plans not going the way it was supposed to, you were getting a bit forgetful.
Let’s just hope you didn’t or don’t forget anything else.
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boldlyanxious · 3 years
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Marinette had been working as a temp to help offset the cost of her move and the time she would need to set herself up in Gotham. Her current work was in an office and mostly included data entry. She was set up in a small meeting room and was rarely disturbed. Her supervisor gave her the work and how to access any other tasks that needed done and left her to her own devices. She was apparently doing well because the temp agency had told her that the company preferred to give her all the temp work they needed. It made sense if they were happy with her work. She already knew how to do it and it was not really a full time job they would need. She probably had under 2 weeks of guaranteed work left here and hopefully that would be enough time for her to get herself fully set up.
She turned as she saw a flash of movement and heard a giggle. The chair on the other side of the desk swiveled as if it had been pushed but no one was there. She leaned forward and looked over the desk but the space was empty. The chair slowed and stopped as she watched it, as if waiting for someone to appear. When nothing happened she pushed herself back in her chair and turned back to her work. But when she shifted her legs she bumped into something warm that hadn’t been there before.
She looked down and saw a child put a finger to her lips. She clearly was trying not to laugh. Marinette opened up her mouth to ask what she was doing when she heard a voice from the hallway.
“Ready or not, here I come.”
Marinette could hear footsteps moving down the hall toward them. She could tell they were moving in and out of the rooms nearby. As they approached, the girl reached up and grabbed Marinette’s arm and pulled her down with surprising strength. A shocked squeal escaped her before the tiny hand was planted over her mouth. The girl’s eyes communicated far more desperation for silence than the finger she pressed into her own lips for emphasis. The footsteps had reached her makeshift office. Marinette knew that her computer screen was on and that her desk would obviously appear to be in use.
It was inevitable that she would be found at this point. She was scrunched under her desk with a tiny hand over her mouth, Her chair was spinning from her sudden departure. She tried to will herself out of existence before being caught by a stranger in such an awkward position.
“Where could Mar’i have gone? Maybe she just turned invisible.”
They could see his feet move and then stop and the edge of the desk. Marinette could feel him taking in the office space. She would guess he was just realizing that their game had invaded someone’s work space. He stepped behind the desk and looked down. Marinette couldn’t make eye contact with him but Mar’i was already pushing past her to get to the man.
“I wasn’t interrupting. I was helping her and she wanted to play with us,” the girl said.
She clearly had been planning her defense before he even arrived. She backed up and sat on Marinette’s lap, wiggling to snuggle in. Marinette automatically put her arms around the child and bit her lip to hide her smile. She looked back at the man and he seemed to be struggling not to laugh but his eyes were twinkling.
"Okay. But next time avoid the rooms with people." He sighed feeling like he was giving in to everything. "Let's go ahead and go to lunch."
"Not unless she comes with us."
Mar'i pulled Marinette out and tried to drag her out of the room. Marinette was barely on her feet and trying to smooth out her outfit when she was just about pulled over by the child. The man seemed to predict the action because his hands were holding her up as soon as Mar’i pulled.
“It doesn’t work that way, Sweetie. We have to ask if she wants to join us and if she has time.”
“No. You are in charge and you can let her. Make her come and then you guys can be best friends and she can live with us like Grandma Selina moving in with Grandpa Bruce.”
“Mar’i. Remember your manners.” he cautioned.
She looked down, sadly but then tipped her face back up with a huge smile.
“Hi, Miss. I’m Mar’i Grayson.” Her smile was so big that her eyes were squeezed shut. “Will you come to lunch with us now?”
“Hi, Mar’i. I’m Marinette.” she looked back at the man before responding to the child carefully. “It is time for me to have lunch but I wouldn’t want to take up your time together.”
The girl turned back to her dad desperately seeking help getting the answer she wanted.
“Nice to meet you Marinette. I’m Richard Grayson.” he reached out his hand to shake. “We would love it if you would join us for lunch.”
“Well, if you are sure. It would be nice. I don’t know many people in town yet.”
He gestured for her and Mar’i to walk ahead and followed behind the two. Mar’i happily grabbed Marinette’s hand and started explaining all her favorite things about the place they were headed to. Richard had to take a moment to smile to himself about how lovely they looked together. Like he was accustomed to from his daughter, Mar'i's idea of becoming best friends sounded appealing.
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zackcollins · 3 years
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when i first heard your heartbeat || jack campbell
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Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m deep in the feels for a certain goaltender. So, uh. That’s why this exists. As for the premise of the story, I absolutely plead the fifth. I say as a Canadian citizen living in Canada where the fifth amendment doesn’t exist. Anyways. Since I have to answer the question, I want the reader to be me so fucking badly. Happy? Alright. Now that that’s sorted. GIF credit to marc-andrefleury!!
Warnings: This fic mentions infertility and miscarriage. It’s nothing graphic, promise! It’s just mentioned as a way to further the storyline. But I’m warning about it because I know how much some people struggle with it or have struggled with it. If you need to avoid it, I completely understand and no hard feelings, okay?
Word Count: 2.4k+
Title: Lady by Brett Young
Additional: The reader is feminine this time! Or, well. The reader is anyone that has a uterus and can get pregnant! Because I specifically mention the reader having a uterus but men can have uteri too (*gestures at myself*). So, do whatever you will with that. I do call the reader a feminine term (Ms.) but it’s only when being called back to the exam room. So, you can still probably imagine yourself in the reader’s position if you have a uterus but aren’t feminine. Okay? Okay. I hope everyone enjoys this!
Sitting in the waiting room, you noticed that Jack was bouncing his left leg up and down and fidgeting with his hands. You placed your hand on his knee; he stopped bouncing and fidgeting immediately, slotting one of his hands over top of yours as he looked over into your eyes. You shared a soft look, no words being exchanged in the process. The two of you had been together long enough to be able to reassure the other with only looks. You still smiled when Jack asked if you were alright.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, guiding Jack’s hand up from his knee to kiss the back of it. Jack smiled fondly, brushing a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. You hummed in appreciation as you fell back against the waiting room chair. “Just a little nervous. You?”
Jack nodded, linking your ankles together in front of the chairs. You smiled, dropping your head against his shoulder; he brought his arm over and draped it across your upper back and shoulders. “Yeah, same, flowerbud.” Jack placed a kiss to your temple, squeezing you gently against him. 
Taking your hand, you ran it over Jack’s knee in an attempt to soothe his ever apparent nerves. You looked up at your fiance, noticing a thankful expression on his face. He nodded briefly to affirm that he was thankful before he pressed another kiss to your temple. You swung your interlocked ankles back and forth, chuckling when you heard Jack huff an amused breath above you.
“That nervous, huh?” Jack’s question came out sounding more concerned than anything. It even came out sounding more like a statement than a question, if you were being honest. All the same, Jack ran his arm comfortingly along your upper arm and helped you in your effort to swing your ankles.
“This is a big thing, bud,” you said, sighing and running a hand down your face. You glanced up at Jack and noticed that he was looking at you with concern. You smiled softly, patting your fiance’s chest. “Of course I’m gonna be nervous. Who wouldn’t be? I promise I’ll be fine once we get in there though. Okay?” Jack went to respond but he closed his mouth when the door beside the reception desk swung open and shut with a resounding thunk. 
Looking over, you saw a nurse standing there. She was holding a clipboard and appeared to be scanning the paper that was clipped to it. After a moment, she turned to face the seating area, clutching the clipboard to her chest.
"Ms. (Y/L/N)?" The nurse looked around the room. You noticed that the only other people there were a teenager and his mother. The teenager was playing on a Nintendo Switch and the mother was doing some work on a tablet computer. 
You swallowed thickly as you lifted your head from Jack's shoulder and unlinked your ankles. Standing from the chair, you grabbed Jack's hand and guided him off of his own chair. Jack gave you a quick hug before he walked with you across the room to where the nurse was standing. The nurse raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't say anything as she led you and Jack through the door and back into one of the rooms.
Once you were in a room,the nurse closed the door and instructed you to lay on the examination table. Jack quickly stood beside you, grabbing your hand without having been asked. You mouthed your thanks as you rolled the hem of your shirt up to your ribcage, squeezing your eyes shut in the process.
You heard the nurse walk across the room and heard the chair on the side that Jack wasn't on creak as the nurse sat down. You swallowed nervously, wlibg yourself to open your eyes and look at her. When you did, she was holding the ultrasound wand and a bottle of medical gel. You swallowed again, looking over at Jack. Jack nodded, running his thumb across your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your nerves.
"Are you ready?" The nurse asked, popping the top on the gel bottle. When you nodded, the nurse squirted the gel on your stomach. Shivering, you tried to recoil from the feeling of it on your skin. The nurse chuckled as she clicked the bottle closed and placed it back in the basket attached to the ultrasound machine. "Sorry. I probably should've warned you that it was going to be cold."
"No, it's fine," you said, sighing in annoyance. "It wasn't that bad anyways."
When you looked up at Jack, you could tell that he was trying his best to bite back a laugh or a smartass remark. You took your hand and swatted your fiance on the elbow, smirking when he huffed in defeat. You also cast him a stern, although soft at the same time, look to tell him to behave himself. Jack simply chuckled and gave a half-assed smile in response. You rolled your eyes as you looked back at the nurse.
She didn't seem to have noticed what had happened because she was looking at the ultrasound machine. She appeared to be pushing buttons and trying to find the right settings to get it to work. She pressed a few more buttons before nodding a moment later, turning to you and grabbing the wand again.
“Alright,” she said, adjusting herself in her seat so that she was in a better position to use the wand on your stomach. “Are you ready to get this show on the road?”
You heard Jack scoff as you chuckled, nodding along to what the nurse was saying. “Yeah. Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“What about you, dad?”
“I’m the baby’s dad, not her dad,” Jack replied, sounding a little confused at that assumption.
The nurse sighed, shaking her head as she placed the wand on your stomach. You took your hand, patting Jack’s elbow sympathetically looking at him with just as much sympathy. Jack tilted his head in confusion, raising his shoulders, lifting the hand that wasn’t holding yours, and contorting his face into a look of confusion to express that he had no idea what the hell was going on.
“Jack, bud,” you said, looking up into your fiance’s eyes. “That’s what she meant. She would’ve said grandpa if she thought you were my dad.”
“Oh,” Jack mumbled. You saw his face wash over with a nice bubblegum hue as he looked between you and the nurse. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
“It’s fine. A lot of first time parents are.” The nurse looked up from where she had been moving the wand along your stomach and turned to the ultrasound machine. She pressed a couple of buttons and it brought up the sonogram image of your uterus and the baby inside of it, though there wasn’t really much to see because you weren’t that far along. The nurse pointed to the screen and circled her finger around the tiny black and grey image of the baby. “There’s your little one. I’d say you’re about eight to ten weeks along.”
You felt tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Before you had a chance to wipe them away, you heard Jack sniffle from beside you. You looked over and saw that he was already crying, tears streaking gently down his cheeks. That sent you over the edge, making your eyes open up and leak tears down your own cheeks. Jack brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles while running a thumb along the pulse point in your wrist. You shivered because the sensation of crying mixed with the sensation of him touching your pulse point was nearly too much to handle.
“Would you like to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” The nurse cut in, making you and Jack both look over at her. 
You looked up at Jack; Jack nodded fervently, a large smile present on his tear stained face. You turned back to the nurse and nodded, wiping away some of the tears on your cheeks. “Yeah. We’d love that.”
The nurse smiled as she turned to the ultrasound machine to press a couple of buttons. There was the sound of static for a moment then the nurse moved the wand and the faint sound of a beating heart could be heard through the speakers on the machine. You looked up at Jack and Jack looked down at you. Both of you burst into tears as you listened to the sound of your unborn child’s heartbeat. It was so surreal because you had tried to have this baby for the last four years. Four years of failed treatments. Four years of negative pregnancy tests. Four years of miscarriages. Four years of anguish had finally led up to this moment. A moment where you got to hear the heartbeat of a baby that was growing inside of you. A baby that was as much a part of you as they were a part of Jack. It was almost too much for you to handle. And, judging by the look and tears on Jack’s face, it was almost too much for him to handle as well.
“Do you want an .mp3 file of the heartbeat?” The nurse put a reassuring hand on your hip. “Hearing it obviously means a lot to you.”
“Yes, please, oh my god,” you and Jack blurted at the same time, tears falling harder down your cheeks as you both looked at the nurse.
The nurse nodded, taking her hand away from your hip. She pressed a button on the ultrasound machine and you heard a beep that was much the same as that of a voicemail recording. After a few moments, the beep sounded again and the nurse turned back around and pressed the button again. It was at that moment that she set the wand down and handed you some paper towels to clean your stomach off. You thanked her as you wiped away the gel that was left, tears starting to subside. When you were done, Jack took the paper towels and threw them away in the garbage bin across the room. When he returned, the nurse was typing something into the machine. When she was done typing, a second or two passed before you heard your phone chime in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw that the nurse had emailed you the .mp3 file she had just recorded. You felt the tears starting to ramp back up, but Jack placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder calmed you down enough to stop you from crying again.
“Alright. That should be it for today,” the nurse said, clasping her hands together. “If you need anything, give the office a call. Otherwise, I’ll see you in two months for your next appointment.” You and Jack nodded as the nurse reassuringly patted your knee. “Take as much time as you need to gather yourselves. There aren’t any more appointments until after lunch.” With that, the nurse stood from the chair and walked out of the room.
Jack looked at you, bending down and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You grabbed his wrist and soothed your thumb along his pulse point. You revelled at the fact that Jack shivered at your touch, finding it a small accomplishment because he wasn’t usually one to get flustered like that. When you ran your thumb along the pulse point again, he shivered again, proving to you that he was just as overwhelmed by this whole situation as you were.
Without saying a word, you unlocked your phone and opened up the email app. Bringing up the email from the nurse, you clicked the .mp3 file and downloaded it onto your phone. Once again, without saying a word, you made a few changes to the haptics and dropped the phone in your lap. Looking up at Jack, you nodded down at the device, squeezing your eyes shut nervously.
“Why don’t you text me what time you guys play tonight, I accidentally deleted it from my calendar when I put in this appointment.” If that was a lie, Jack didn’t need to know.
Jack nodded, pulling out his own phone. After a moment, you saw him typing away on the screen and then heard him send the message. A moment later, you heard your phone go off. Looking up at Jack, you saw him frozen in place, his own phone dangling to the side of his hoodie pocket. He carefully slipped it inside before he wrapped you in a massive hug. The next thing you heard was your fiance sobbing into the crook of your neck and felt his body vibrating against you. You brought your hands up and ran them soothingly along his back, mumbling sweet nothings softly into his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.
When the phone went off again after you hadn’t cleared the notification, Jack stepped back and wiped his eyes with his hoodie sleeves. He looked down at the phone and then up at you. You saw a small smile on his distraught face. You took your hand and interlaced your fingers with the fingers of one of your fiance’s hands. Jack smiled a little more fondly at that, squeezing your hand. You squeezed back, running your hand along Jack’s elbow.
Jack heaved a heavy sigh before he looked back down at you, a fonder expression on his face. You ran a hand along his elbow again, smiling just as fondly in return. Jack leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, brushing some of your hair aside with his free hand. You hummed, leaning into the touch.
“I can’t believe I finally get to be a father,” Jack mumbled, voice marred by how hard he had been crying. “I’ve waited my whole life for this. Waited four years with you. And all those years were worth it because I finally got to hear my baby’s heartbeat. Something I thought would never happen. And it’s happening with the love of my life. Can you believe that?”
You felt suddenly overcome with emotions as you sat there. You dropped your head against Jack’s chest; Jack took his hand and cradled your head, carding his fingers through your hair. You hummed softly at the sensation of his finger against your scalp. It felt nice to have something calming in all this chaos.
“Yeah, I can believe that,” you said, voice somewhat muffled by Jack’s chest. “Because all of it’s happening with the love of my life too.”
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calpops · 3 years
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A big family gathering before Christmas leaves you contemplating the missing pieces in your life. The people who matter most help you through it.
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Everyone is gathered around the table. Calum’s parents, Mali, Ashton, Luke, Michael and their respective partners. Mila sits in her reclined high chair right next to you and Calum; she’s still too small for a proper high chair and too young for solid food. But everyone loves her company at the table and fawns over her without faltering. Calum reaches for your hand while he keeps one on Mila, the near six month old entertained by her dad’s little tickles and boops on the nose. There’s a happiness inside of you as you take in all of the guests for your Christmas celebration. But as you keep looking around a hollow wound begins to open and ache again. Not everyone is here. You bite your lip and bite back emotions threatening to bubble over. You don’t want to ruin the evening.
“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten,” Calum’s mother coos from across the table.
Both you and Calum don’t see her as growing. You still see the baby fighting for life in an incubator, your daughter that could fit in one hand. You know she must be growing, getting stronger and smarter and more adept to the world around her. But you don’t see it yet. The changes are so gradual that when you’re with her everyday they slip past your eyes.
“She’s still my little girl,” Luke says and everyone shoots him a look.
“No, she’s my little girl,” Calum corrects around a laugh and shaking head. “Someone needs to get you your own baby before you try to take mine.”
Luke blushes but not in the humbleness of trying to claim Mila. He shrugs and waves a hand through the air to downplay Calum’s suggestion.
“If she’s anybody’s…” Mali says and trails off to look at you with a smile.
That warms your heart though you know it’s only half true. As much as Mila is yours she’s Calum’s too. You both love her with all of your hearts and as far as you can tell she loves you both equally. If she’s not with both of you she’s with one or the other. Calum pulled her first laugh from her but he often reminds you she first smiled at the mention and sight of you. Everyone simmers back into Christmas conversation, asking about presents for Mila and plans for the big day. Calum goes nonchalant and you catch the forced casualty but don’t question it; so much else is already on your mind.
“Sweetheart, you okay?” Calum asks in a whisper pressed to your ear.
You nod, downplaying the fact that you’re not sure about that answer. It amazes you he can pick up on the subtleties in your mood even when you try to mask it with all of your might. You steel yourself, try to shake away the crushing feeling pressing down on you at two empty chairs. You squeeze Calum’s hand and quietly stand to get Mila in your arms.
“I’m gonna go feed her,” you explain and gently take her to you and quietly disappear down the hallway.
Calum sits back in his chair and quietly muses over what to do. He thinks he knows what’s going on, eyes trailing to the same two chairs that were once in your sights. He knows you have Mila and wonders if maybe you want space from the event around you or space from everyone.
“Everything alright?” Ashton asks, his seat diagonal to Calum’s, his ability to pick up on his best friend’s distress a natural talent.
“I’m not sure,” Calum answers honestly and stands to excuse himself and go figure it out. “I’ll be back.”
He roams down the hall quietly but quickly. The door to the nursery is open and the room is empty. He moves past it to your bedroom door that stands shut. He doesn’t hear anything and while it would normally be a sign of relief a little tremble of anxiety slices through him. Usually you’d be murmuring to Mila, giggling with her or if she wasn’t hungry already back out to join the dinner. He taps his knuckles softly against the door and calls out to you to announce that he’s entering.
He stops short as soon as the door is open. You have Mila in your arms but you’re not feeding her. You’re sat on the edge of the bed cradling her against your chest, rocking slightly back and forth as silent tears fall down your face. Calum can feel his heart shatter at the sight and moves on instinct to the two of you. You look up and meet his gaze but don’t say a word, both of you communicating silently; always knowing what’s on the other's mind and in their heart and worries. Calum gently coaxes Mila from your arms to put her in her bassinet by the bed. She seems mostly unbothered, not able to understand anything but the comfort of your arms. She stirs a little bit as she settles in but is okay enough for Calum to seek you out and offer his arms for you to fall into.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asks as he wraps you up in his hold and runs a soothing hand down your back.
“Yes, no, I don’t know,” you answer in a shaking voice. “I just feel so stupid. I should know better by now.”
Calum shakes his head at your words and the fact you genuinely feel that way. It wrenches at him. He knows exactly what you’re talking about and though he wants to defend you to the bottom of the ocean and back he wants you to come to some realizations on your own as well.
“They should do better,” Calum simply mumbles and runs his hands through your hair. He hopes you understand what he means. The struggle you’ve had with your parents being life long. You deserve better than empty promises and last minute cancellations.
“I thought maybe with Christmas and Mila it might be different, I thought they might try a little harder,” you finally manage to get out after a moment of prolonged silence. “It’s okay for them to cancel on me. I’m used to it. Mila deserves more. They haven’t even met her yet.”
Calum can hear the heart break in your words. He knows how heavily their absence in Mila’s life has hung over you. He sees the way you look at his parents interactions with Mila and the way you wish your parents would do the same. So many times you’ve tried to reach out to them and so many times they’ve let you down. He always reminds you that you have him and Mila and his parents and Mali and the guys as family but he understands it’s not quite the same and that a little hollow piece of you still yearns for your parents approval and care.
“You deserve better too,” Calum says and hopes you’ll believe it.
“It stopped bothering me for a while, I accepted they didn’t want to put in effort for me,” you explain around a few sniffles, face firmly planted against Calum’s chest as rogue tears stain his shirt. “It was pretty clear when they didn’t show up to meet you or to our wedding. I thought I was over it. Then we had Mila and almost lost her and it’s like they didn’t even care. Now it’s Christmas and they still don’t care. She’s the sweetest little girl, she deserves grandparents, she deserves everything. It breaks my heart. Why don’t they care?”
Calum has no answer to the shattering question you pose and even if he did he knows nothing—no answer or explanation—will ever justify their absence. He stays silent and holds you. Rocks back and forth with you in his arms almost like you both do with Mila. He can feel with every little motion that you’re trying to pull yourself together but he’s always been the place that you can fall apart. He doesn’t coax you to do anything. Just stays with you, becomes a presence to help fill the void.
“Sweetheart,” he finally mumbles after minutes of quiet. He feels your clutch on him tighten as you slightly shift to meet his gaze. His fingers lightly settle under your chin to keep you with him. “She doesn’t need them. They don’t deserve her or you.”
“What?” you mumble out the one worded question; clearly hearing the words but unable to grasp them fully.
“She doesn’t need them, she has me and you. You give her more love than imaginable,” Calum explains and you nod to show you understand. He lets out a breath and so do you though it shakes. “If they don’t care to try they don’t deserve to have you keep trying. You’re too good for them. So is Mila, look at her,” Calum explains further and coaxes you to raise your head and find your reason for everything. Mila smiles when you meet eyes with her and it’s enough to convince you of Calum’s words.
“I just feel bad she’ll grow up missing part of her family,” you finally admit and maybe it’s more or less about her and you.
“With all of those people out there who love her, she’ll never miss a thing,” Calum says and grins to himself as a thought enters his mind. “And I mean, Luke did walk you down the aisle so that kinda makes him her pseudo grandpa?”
You erupt into laughter and shake your head no. “Don’t even joke about that with him. He’s already vying for favorite uncle. We don’t need him fighting your dad to be the favorite grandfather.”
Calum purses his lips as he contemplates the very real possibility of that before laughing with you. He wipes away remnants of tears on your face and gives you another moment to collect yourself. Once he finds that you’re back together he gives you a little nuzzle. “Ready to get back out there?”
You nod and stand. Mila lights up and lets out a little noise as you bring her back into your arms. You keep her close and Calum stays by your side as you head back out to the dining room where your family waits. They all greet you warmly but don’t comment on or question your disappearance. You keep Mila in your hold instead of putting her back in her high chair. Small talk resumes and eventually Ashton proposes a toast.
“To a good holiday season,” he finishes.
“And to family,” you pitch in and make everyone agree. Glasses clink. “Thanks for being here with us.”
Everyone agrees with the sentiment and says there’s nowhere else they’d rather be. In that moment, gathered with those who love and care for you and your daughter, it’s easy to let go of those who don’t and to appreciate all that you have. When one of Calum’s hands grabs for yours and the other gently holds Mila’s you’re also sure there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
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Dean x reader
So I had this request :
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I loved it, but it was a real challenge because I thing it wouldn’t be really “Dean like” to go on a diet. It took me months to manage to be satisfied by it. I really hope you like it. Oh, and I added a little Smut, couldn’t help it.
For me this fic is kinda part of the Become that Girl “saga”.
Warning : Swearing. Sassy Sam. Suffering and mentions of unhealthy behaviors and drinking. Jealous Dean. Insecurities. Smut. Unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this). Angst. Fluffy Fluff.
This is both in Reader’s Pov and Dean’s Pov
Words : 10.3 k (yes. You asked for it.)
Jay’s MASTERLIST
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Dean’s Pov
             A grunt and a yawn. I turn around, a little pain in my neck from sleeping on the same position for hours.
           I drank too much last night, again. My arm blindly searches for a bottle of water in the deep dark of my windowless room to fight the intense dry feeling in my mouth, but I find nothing.
“Shit.”
           One more night in a shady bar, one more hangover, and one more woman I won’t remember.
           Woman…
           I frown with my eyes still closed and think of her, my stomach gets sick. She was among the prettiest girl I have been with, and she was a little too young for me, I’m sure she wasn’t twenty-five yet. I remember her friends, young and fit boys and girls, celebrating a birthday.
           It’s really something how you see things differently when you’re drunk and when you are not. Maybe that’s why I drink so much : the sober truth gives me the creeps. Yesterday, I was feeling lucky, honored that a beautiful woman had laid her eyes on me, amazed by how confident she was. It felt like I had won the lottery of life, sex life at least. I was on top of the world, I could barely walk straight, but I didn’t care.
           This morning is different. I lay here, nausea making me sweat, disgusted by my own smell and the taste in my mouth, wondering how I came home. I drove Baby drunk like Hell, I could have hurt someone, or damaged her.
“Shit” I grunt again.
How pathetic it is to go look for a college girl to feel alive ? How pathetic it is to spend the whole time we spent together too focused on trying not to be too old or too drunk to actually enjoy any of it ? How pathetic it is to think of another woman, the very second my eyes open ?
I need coffee.
           I get up and make my way to the bathroom to pee and take a shower, I can’t stand the smell on me : alcohol sweat, the detergent of the cheap motel room I took not to bring her to our secret home, and, well, shame.
           After brushing my teeth, I drink all I can from the sink and wonder if she is here. I really hope she is.
Y/n.
The woman I call my friend. The person that have actually been my closest friend with Benny and Cas, maybe even closer. If she’s in the kitchen, she will make fun of me, she will make loud pan noises just to make my headache worse because she says hangover is not enough punishment for hurting my body like that. But in the end, she will probably order pizzas and spend the day with me in the Dean cave not really watching movies while talking about any kind of stuff from hunts to music, from social matters to memories, food -she talks about food a lot, with sparkles in her eyes-, movies, sharks during shark week, horror movie clichés, her childhood, mine, and really intimate things like Hell, Purgatory, like my mom, her dad, our dreams...
I didn’t know I had so much dreams.
           I put on underwear and the grey robe, then shuffle my way to the kitchen in the slippers that makes her call me grandpa.
           Sam is there. All energetic, dressed with those black sweatpants and this ridiculously tight shirt, he's pressing oranges or whatever, and it's noisy as hell.
"Can't you be quite in the morning ?" I groan with a pained frown, sitting with my coffee in front of me.
"Morning ? It's noon, Dean. So, how was last night ? I guess it must have been great considering how late you came back."
"You heard me come back ?" I ask, wondering how late it actually was.
"No, but Y/n waited for you, and around five a.m. she thought you weren't coming home at all, so she went to bed. That's why we haven't been running yet, she barely slept."
I look at him but he's now turning his back on me to fill a bottle with water.
           She has to stop doing that, waiting for me. I told her a few times already but it's like she was a worried mom or something. Y/n is always like that, she worries too much, every cut on Sam or me is a mortal wound, every yawn is a sign of exhaustion. And even if I secretly love this way more than I'll ever admit, I can't let her wait for me all night.
"Hey Dean" her voice catches my attention and I turn to meet her tired eyes.
How can she smile like that after the night she had ? How can she give me that kind smile? I really don't deserve it. I'm disgusting, damaged, violent even... Look at her.
           She walks in and I can't help but drift along her naked legs, strong and soft. She's wearing her working out shorts, the ones torturing me some days, those tiny grey shorts holding her waist, that makes it impossible to not linger on her thighs. The t-shirt she wears is one of mine, or was, since she never gave it back. It's a plain back worn out t-shirt that has really nothing special. She says it's the comfiest.
"Hangover ?" she asks, handing me a slice of her apple.
"Yeah" I grunt, taking it.
I don't like rabbit food and she knows it. So instead of telling me to eat some, like Sam constantly tried for a while, she just gives me little bites of hers. A piece of apple there, a bite of banana, a little of spinach on her fork... and I always let her feed me, maybe just because she does with that adorable kind of smile each time.
"You came back late" she states, turning her back on me.
There is not an ounce of reproach in her voice, but something slightly sad. Maybe she pities me. If she had seen my evening, she would for sure.
           A flash of that girl from yesterday saying my tattoo is weird and old fashion comes to my mind and I rub my face.
"Is there a hunt ?" I ask.
I really need a hunt, I really need some action and to get out of here.
"No" my brother lightly shakes his head.
"I thought I had found one" Y/n adds. "But it turns out it really was a bear this time !"
Her chuckle warms my heart.
"Movies in my room ?" I offer, trying to sound like it doesn't really matter, but the truth is, this perspective is what got me out of bed...
 Reader's Pov
             I cut another slice of apple with my hunter knife and give it to him.
"Hum, maybe later" I answer, looking away. "Sam and I planned on running to the lake..."
"The lake !" he almost chokes. "It's like twelve miles away !"
Sam chuckles and puts a hand on my shoulder, to inform me he's ready to go. He has been waiting for me a long time already, but I needed to check on Dean before I left for the day.
"Yeah..." I mumble. "And I want to practice my gun skills after, of fight skills if Sammy is not too tired from the running."
"I could help you practice too" he states and I give him a knowing smile.
           Dean is not interested in training me, he never was. And, unlike me, he barely needs practice himself anyway, so why should he care ? He's just the best, that's natural. He's Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, the best man, the best everything actually. Between the ladies waiting in line to get a piece of him and his friends, the parties, but above all, constantly saving the world... He doesn't have time for me. We're not made of the same wood, I'm from those who have to work hard to keep up. And I never want to be a burden for any of them.
"What ? I could !" he grunts and his brother laughs.
"Yeah right, Dean" Sam mocks him, giving me my bag. "You would probably get a stitch from just stretching with Y/n ! She's getting good !"
"Don't listen to you brother" I assure Dean with a little smile on the corner of my lips.
           I walk out of the bunker with Sam's back in front of me and bite my cheek, trying to ignore that sharp pain in my chest.
           That pain that fell on me again while I was waiting for him, trying to not imagine what he was doing, that dread burning my guts ; and the other, even worse, pain that kept me awake once I was finally sure of what he was doing.
Once outside, the tall hunter stretches a little, humming at the soft spring breeze.
"Why did you wait again" he finally speaks, earning only a sigh from me. "Y/n... I know you need to make sure he's safe but you're hurting yourself. Talk to him..."
"We already talked about this" I just shrug before I start running.
 Dean's Pov
             I stay in the kitchen, my heart pounding in my head, my liver struggling.
           Of course she won't spend the day with me. Why would she ? She waited all night and I was busy partying like those pathetic guys who didn't understand college is over.
You didn't even went to college...
Sipping at my coffee, I think of my brother’s hand on her shoulder and shiver, not really understanding why. I mean, he’s her friend too, a good friend actually, but something changed lately. They are close, more and more every day.
She used to spend all her time with me and now that I think of it… She does with him now. It started with morning runs, then there were going to the grocery store together. They cooked, Sam never cooked in his life, she taught him a few “healthy” recipes while I was making fun of them. Several times I found them talking until late in the library, or sending each other texts during hunts, when they were apart the whole day.
Maybe I’m missing something coming slow… Maybe the woman I think of the second I open my eyes in the morning thinks of Sam.
Why wouldn’t she ? My brother is better than me in every ways.
Sam is smart and educated, went to college and all. They can probably talk about things I have no idea of…
Sam is brave and fair. He’s the best man I know, and if I think of one man that would deserve a girl like her...
What are you saying ? There is no other girl like her.
But above all… Look at him. He just grew old way better than I did. All those healthy craps I always made fun of, in the end he’s right. While I was drinking beer for breakfast and eating fat crap, he was running, practicing. And yes, during hunts we're equals, because I was raised in this life, but if I had to catch him running, I would have a heart attack before he breaks a sweat.
I never cared about all of this. About having abs, comparing my body to my brother's, or about being healthy for that matters. Because let's be honest, I never really cared about myself. And girls like me…Right ?
Stupid.
What girls though. It was a long time since Cassie, since Lisa... And lately the one-night stands have had a bitter taste.
Sex with stranger was fun at first, for years it was. New body, new voice, new taste, and skin and preferences... I guess a guy feels pride by having sex with a lot of different women.  But most of the time it's far from great and I’m tired of starting over every time.
I just wonder how it feels to actually get to know someone intimately, to learn what makes them squirm, their secrets, to wake up next to a friend... Love must be so nice.
The only person I can think of is her, Y/n. The woman that is my friend and the only one I want tell my secrets, the things that make me squirm...
My Y/n.
I grunt, my heart beating too fast because of hangover, my skin still smells alcohol despite the shower.
I'm such a wreck and she's so pure. That woman overcame bad things, and I have seen her so depressed that she barely could move at all for days in the beginning of our friendship. And yet, here she is, smiling, running and dancing in the library at night, making me want to be better every day, to think more, be less self-destructive, to feel pride more than shame. Pride for helping people, pride for my little brother that I helped grow up, and pride for being her friend.
She’s always there, smiling when I need a smile, listening even when I can’t talk, rolled up asleep on a little corner of my bed when I had a night of nightmares. Her hand was in my back when mom betrayed us and chose to leave, like it was the only thing keeping me up…
I can’t imagine her gone, impossible. And I’m realizing, I can’t imagine her in the arms of another man. That’s selfish, but I have to admit it now. I love her. And I want her, I need her.
Yet all I do is pushing her in my brother’s arms. In my brother’s strong and fit arms…
 Reader’s Pov
             I’m running, my feet hurt and I have a stitch on my left side, my thighs are already sore and my skin and lungs are burning. But I ignore them. I run.
           I run to ignore my imagination and the images it brings. Dean laying on his back, giving his precious body to a blond girl that doesn’t even know who he is, how lucky she is. Dean grunting when she swallows around him. Dean grabbing her hair, biting her neck, coming inside her. Dean with two girls, why not…
           I run.
“Y/n !” Sam’s voice interrupts me. “Wow, easy tiger.”
Out of breath, he puts his hands on his knees and frowns at me.
“You know the point of all of this is not to faint ? It’s about endurance, not a sprint or a race.”
“I’m sorry, Sam” I sigh, my body screaming at me even more now that I stopped.
“Is this about Dean ?” he asks, making me roll my eyes.
“How running too fast could be about your brother ?” I grunt.
“You know perfectly why I say that” he shrugs, drinking from his water bottle. “Avoiding him won’t prevent the hurt.”
“It avoids the nausea from smelling cheap perfume on him at least…” saying that, I sit on a bench that is close in a huff. “I just…” I sigh, burying my face in my hands. “How do I avoid the hurt then ?”
“Talk to him” my friend says, joining me on the bench to sit next to me, his tall shadow wrapping me like angel wings, hiding me from this world I hate right now.
“Don’t be ridiculous” I scoff. “Hey Dean, could you not have sex with anyone ? It hurts me. Thank you.”
Sam lets out a chuckle and bumps my shoulder with his giant arm.
           A woman in an elegant sports outfit runs pass us, her tall form bouncing on her thin legs with grace, making her shiny hair fly. Dean would like her, he would totally sleep with her… Oh wait, we’re in Lebanon, there aren’t many girls that pretty around here, maybe he already did…
“How about ‘I have feelings for you’ ?”Sam suggests with puppy eyes and a childish adorable shrug.
I sigh, rubbing my face. Why doesn’t Sam understand ?
“Yeah so it can make our friendship awkward forever, with pity and shit” I look down at my hands. “Or so he chooses to erase my memory like he did with Lisa ?”
A silence falls between us.
           Sam knows what I think of this, how angry it makes me. Of course I don’t want to see him with Lisa, in fact my heart arches each time I think of what they had together, but take those memories from her… It wasn’t his choice to make. I happened to put myself in her shoes and hated it. I would rather long for a single smile from him all my life than being amputated of the only part of me I cherish : My love for him.
           The second reason I hate it is because of what it says about him : Dean is really convinced that he is not good enough. For anything, for anyone.
           During one of our nights in the Dean cave together, not really watching movies and drinking whiskey, he talked about it. And I know how much Lisa and him were meant to break up eventually. She wasn’t a hunter, and she didn’t really want to know about this life, even if she respected it. He was holding on to her like she was his only chance at happiness because, in his mind, happiness can’t come with the hunter life.
           Erasing her memory was not only a way to “protect her”, it was a closure for him. Away of closing the normal life door forever and throw away the key.
“You know he doesn’t think he deserves…” Sam starts but I cut him.
“Don’t.”
           I am a hunter. And despite the fact that I am desperately in love with my friend and going crazy with jealousy, I am pretty happy.
I am happy with my life, my heroic, never boring, full of magic life. I mean, they lost a lot, but do they think people with an apple pie life don’t ? Before I became a hunter, I went to so many funerals that the funeral home employees knew me personally before I hit puberty. And when you lose your family to cancer and heart attack, or suicide… You don’t even get to know for sure they’re in Heaven.
           But I am a hunter now, and I know. I am relieved and I feel safer, because magic exists, Heaven exists, and angels, even if they are quite different from what I had imagined.
“I just want Dean to be happy” I sigh and Sam’s giant hand rubs my back.
           That’s the truth. I wish with all my heart that Dean would realize he can be happy now. That the horror he has been through is over, and that the hunter life he can’t quit doesn’t mean he has to be miserable.
           And that is the reason I have to be the best friend I can. That’s the reason I have to swallow that jealousy that is making me bitter, to just love him, as selflessly as I can.
“Can we go home ?” I ask and Sam nods.
 Dean’s Pov
             I close the bathroom closet and swallow the pill, bending to drink water from the sink, then stand in front of the mirror.
           I never really thought of it, but I’m a little pudgy. My hips are not straight and firm, is my butt a little large ? I frown, making my wrinkles appear and sigh. And those freckles… I never really paid attention to them until that college girl said something about it. Something with a kind smile but her mean girl voice betraying her : “I guess it’s cute, but it always kinda look like the skin is dirty, you don’t have too many on the face so it’s okay”. Why do I have so many freckles ? Dad didn’t, mom either I think, not on her face anyway, and Sam… Sam’s skin is darker than mine, and perfectly smooth. Y/n must like that too.
Stop whining like a teen.
           I walk to my room and sit there, trying to ignore the voices in my head saying Y/n likes my brother. Does he like her too ?
           I take my headphones and turn the music on loud, closing my eyes, too bad for the headache, the silence is worse anyway.
           I’m in Hell, tied up like Alastair used to chain me, but I’m not hurt. Sam enters and points his finger at me.
“You will never be as good as me” he says. “Dad was better, I am better, and the woman you love ?” His laugh is terrifying, evil.
He puts his finger on my stomach and pushes it harder and harder on me, until it hurts.
Until it hurts a lot.
“You’re soft” he says, covering my whines of pain, that come out with my child voice now. “Dad was right, you’re too soft. Your heart is soft, your body too. You couldn’t say no to Alastair, like you can’t say no to a burger” his finger is so strong, like metal, and it feels like it is going to go through my skin and muscles any moment. “You have no self-control. You’re pathetic, Dean… Dean ? Dean.”
           I gasp, half sitting when I open my eyes.
“Sorry” Y/n says, and I look up to find her next to my bed, her hands up in a peace gesture.
“You’re back ?” I ask, still slightly panting.
The sight of her worried face makes my heart slow, and I notice she’s wearing that comfy pajama of hers, the very loose t-shirt draping lazily from her body, embracing her sweet curves.
“I got tired of running” she smiles kindly, finally plunging her hands in her sweatpants pockets.
I grunt and look at my watch, I have been sleeping a few hours, and I think the hangover is gone.
“I came to ask you if you were hungry and… You didn’t seem well” she nibbles at her lips. “Sorry if I scared you.”
I rub my eyes and give her a weak smile.
“You didn’t” I state. “I’m super hungry, yeah.”
I am. When I drink like that, I often skip diner.
I get up and grunt, rubbing my eyes. I thank her, walk to the kitchen with her and sit at the table in a sigh.
“So” she says with that radiant smile on her face. “I was thinking of making burgers. I know I don’t cook them as good as you, but !”
She turns around and shows me her phone screen, moving it too much in her enthusiasm for me to see anything. I chuckle and grab her wrist to still it, enjoying the softness of her skin under my fingers. On the phone, a recipe. “The best burger possible”, with descriptions of how to make the onions crispy, and to make the best sauce…
“Maybe I will finally make burgers as good as yours or close” she states, taking her hand back to read the recipe.
“You know you’re cute ?” I state, but I can’t give her the tender expression I intend to, as my dream comes back to me.
Maybe I should learn to say no to a burger.
“Not as much as your sleepy head” she chants.
“You know…” I clear my throat. “Maybe for once, we should eat what you like and not my greasy crap, like Sam says.”
She stops and turns to me with a pan in her hand and a surprised look.
“But” she pouts. “Me like burger.”
I look down, trying to think of something to say, she actually looks a little disappointed. She was so proud of what she had found… That woman is like a ray of sun.
           When I’m about to tell her that I would love to taste her burger, regretting having made her beautiful smile fade, she puts her phone on the table before me and starts looking in the fridge.
“I get it Dean.”
“Really ?”
“Too much alcohol, your grandpa stomach is fragile” she chuckles and I wonder how she seem to never show real hurt, annoyance or disappointment at anything I say. "Okay, you asked for it, I prepare the same for you as I do for Sam and me."
“Yeah…” I mumble.
           My eyes fall on her phone and my heart flutters. She forgot to lock it, and it’s the first time I see her wallpaper picture. It’s us. Just me and her. I remember that day.
           It was last summer, we were hunting a Wendigo that attacked campers, and had to camp ourselves in the wood for a night to find it. It was a beautiful night. When the photo was taken, I was telling a story, standing with a large smile on my face and a beer in my hand. Y/n came close, I don't remember why, and she wrapped her arms around me, holding my waist with her head on my shoulder.
           The picture really looks like we were a couple. She's staring up at me while I tell the story, her face inches away from mine. Behind us, that beautiful lake and a part of her blue tent. I don't remember who took this photo, and I think this moment must have been very short, or I would remember it. Maybe she just came that close to tell me something in the ear, maybe it was one of those quick hugs she gives me when I say something sad or mention being hurt.
           Why would she have that on her screen ? Before I can think of it further, her phone locks by itself and becomes black.
           I look up, her back is still on me, she's cutting something. With a discreet finger, I touch her phone, trying to make the photo appear again but her lock screen makes me sigh.
           Sam, of course Sam. It's a selfie they took together, simple and cute, both looking at the phone my brother is holding.
"I'm afraid you'll still be hungry after th-" she turns around and her eyes fall on my finger on her phone. "But if you are, there is pie" she states, taking her phone to put it in the back pocket of her jeans.
Like she needed to hide something, like she was embarrassed that I saw that Sam is on her screen.
           She arranges her salad or whatever she's making, puts a plate in front of me, and two others for Sam and her.
"Sam !" she calls and I look down at the plate.
I must say my it is pretty, all colorful. I recognize avocado, tomatoes... But as pretty as it is, it doesn't make me hungry, rabbit food never does.
"Oh wow, Dean is grounded or something ?" my brother chuckles, entering the kitchen.
"Leave him alone" she answers before I can make a comment. "His stomach is still upset."
Sam gives me suspicious look, I never ate this kind of veggie plate in my life, if my stomach is really upset, I wait an hour, and the second it's better, I fill it with beef jerky.
           I can see my brother is waiting for me to make a comment, complain. But when I don't, he just shrugs and starts eating, talking to her about something I don't listen to. I take a piece of avocado with my fork and when I look up to her, she's staring at me, her beautiful eyes searching my face.
"You can change your mind Deanie. I can still make bacon" she smiles.
"N-no really I'm okay" I state, eating a green thing without enthusiasm.
"Oh wow" Sam sneers. "Dean says no to bacon !"
           I swallow the lump in my throat and feel my cheek redden despite my effort to be as stern as possible. I don't need his smart words, and I don't need to see them being so perfect with each other. Getting up, I put the fork down.
"You know Sam, I actually can say no from time to time."
Leaving the room, I rub my face.
 Reader's Pov
             I stay still, my eyes on the kitchen exit where Dean just disappeared. Something is wrong, really wrong.
           I have seen Dean sad, grumpy and pushing people away, but this is new.
"I should go check on him after diner" Sam says. "He obviously have something on his mind."
"Yeah..."
My phone buzzes, it's him.
Hey Sweetheart, I'm sorry for leaving without eating what you prepared. Please tell Sam to not check on me. I'm going to bed, I'm just tired.
Dean is never "just tired".
Okay Deanie. Don't worry for the food. Please if you need something, remember I'm right here.
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           Dean didn't come out of his room at all.
           I waited a little in the kitchen, finishing that stupid show I had started the day before, when he was out with yet another woman. I was hoping maybe he would show up to eat something, and then I could talk to him, but he didn't.
"Y/n" Sam's voice makes me jump slightly, frowning at the too bright light. "Did you fell asleep out of bed again ?"
I look around, my laptop battery died, I don't know how long ago and I have no idea of what time it is.
           My friend lets out a deep sigh, offers me his hand and closes my laptop. I get up and follow him, a new ache in my back.
"What was it this time ?" he asks opening the door to my room. "And don't say it has nothing to do with him."
I frown, close the door and sigh letting myself fall sitting on my bed.
"He didn't eat" I mutter and Sam rolls his eyes. "What ? You admitted yourself that something is off."
"Can I sit ?" he asks, taking place beside me on the bed when I nod. "Your crush for my brother, it was cute at first..."
I can see him hesitate, and I know I won't like what he has to say.
"But ?"
"But this is getting unhealthy" he looks down. "You know I love my brother, b-but I think he's not a good thing for you in the end."
My eyes get wet but I keep listening silently.
"Dean is... We all are damaged. You can't stand seeing him angry or hurt but, you know, he is most of the time. Y/n you can't keep spending your nights on wooden chairs just in case he need a freaking sandwich. You're a hunter, a warrior !"
I want to protest, it's not that simple. But nothing come out of my mouth. When tears roll on my face, he opens his arms, welcoming me against him.
           I can't love Dean less, he knows that. But for the first time, he's telling me that he disagrees ; and that changes everything. Sam was always the one kindly making fun of me or taking pictures discreetly for me to stare at on my phone at night. What if he decides he has to talk to Dean ? What if he gets tired of me, his best friend ? And what if he's right ?
"You have to talk to him" he states, making my fears cut my air supply for a moment.
"I-I can't" I sob, half panicking.
"You know he really loves you..."
I let go of his arms, not really wanting to hear more but he keeps holding me.
"What are you so afraid of ?" he sighs.
Dean's Pov
             I'm hungry. My stomach is gurgling and I feel a little dizzy, I need to eat, it's not like I was going to be more like Sam by starving or skipping meals anyway. I will never be like him. More like Sam is not only a muscle thing, he's also taller, smarter, better...
           Coming out of my room, I rub my face, thinking of her pretty face a little shocked when I left. I should apologize.
           After a very quick shower, I put on my grey robe and slippers again, walking to her room slowly.
           I rarely felt that weak, after my heart failure years ago, or after a big blood loss... But hunger like that, I didn't feel it since that week dad left and I lost the food money. I was ten or eleven... I remember feeding Sammy with stolen food, and eating only the leftovers, a piece of fruit, a crust of bread... Sam was starting to realize something was odd. I was so tired...
           I am so tired.
           I ate eggs at lunch the day I went out, then nothing on the evening. And yesterday... Nothing either. I haven't eaten for like forty hours, not even the crusts of Sam's sandwich or three gummy bears he forgot on the nightstand this time. And I'm starting to shake.
           It's enough. I will apologize, make coffee and breakfast for both of us, and ask her to come to my room to continue our "What you haven't seen that ? It's a classic !" marathon movie.
           Just when I'm about to knock at her door, it opens.
           Sam.
           My brother comes out of her room... in the morning ; his perfect pecks showing through his t-shirt and his arms covered of superman veins.
"Dean" he says, surprised.
Then he closes the door behind him, not letting me in, and I feel my blood go down on my feet, making me dizzy.
"Give her a minute" he states, and leaves.
           I stay in front of the door, looking at it like I could see through it. A minute ? What, is she still naked ? Panting ? Dirty ?... I shake my head.
I can't.
I...
She's my Y/n, how can he touch her ? How can he ? I need her, I need her for me... I can't...
           My breath is short and I try to fight the crushing wave of emotions almost making me fall on my knees. Sam is better, I'm a grunt, I'm damaged, dumb, unworthy... And I'm freaking fat !
           The door opens and Y/n bumps on my chest jumps, very surprised to find me here.
"Dean ?" she give me a well faked smile but it fades the second her eyes meet mine. "Dean... Are you okay ?"
I nod but I know the devastating hurricane raging inside of me is showing. And I'm not sure to feel my heart anymore.
"Deanie, did something happen ?"
"N-no" I state.
"Let's get breakfast" she frowns suspiciously. "I told Sammy that I wouldn't run this morning."
Why ? Are you tired ? Sore ? Did he hurt you ?
"I'm not hungry" I state.
The truth is I can't swallow anything right now.
"Not angry ?" she bites her lip. "What is it Dean ? Are you going on a hunger strike ?"
"No" I say and realize my tone is defensive.
She sighs and looks down, licking her lips, probably to taste my brother here...
"I'm worried" she whispers. "You didn't eat at all yesterday, and I know for a fact that you didn't get up for food."
"How can you be sure ?"
Her eyes are suddenly wet, and now I know what that fake smile was hiding : tears. It's enough to make me forget in a second about my own pain, about the crushing feeling on my heart.
"Because I slept in the kitchen again" she says a little coldly before walking pass me.
 Reader's Pov
             I have to hide my face. I can't deal with Dean telling me my love unhealthy too, or with his questions. And I can't cry before him, I wouldn't know how to explain it.
           I enter the kitchen and take eggs and bacon from the fridge. Hungry or not, he will eat a little, he needs it.
Not hungry... Is he sick ?
"Y/n..." he sighs behind me, but I don't answer, breaking the delicate eggshells against the pan edge. "Why did you sleep there ?"
"I don't know" I just say. "Why aren't you eating ?"
"I eat, Y/n."
"Not lately, no. S-so now I make you a real breakfast, like you like it, with meat and fat."
"Maybe I should stop eating that..." he mumbles for himself, but I hear him and turn around.
"What ?"
His whole body language changed. He doesn't stand with that confidence and dominance he usually has. He's hurt, hurt bad. He looks tired and pale, but not only...
"What is going on between Sam and you ?" he asks, low.
"Sam ?"
I slightly shake my head in confusion.
           I don't understand his question, I don't understand the pain on his face. Something happened when he went out, did someone hurt him ?
           Suddenly, a smell of burn come to my nose : the eggs ! I turn and try to save them but Dean's strong wrist grabs mine, making me turn to him.
"Answer please."
His voice is more somber than angry, but his gesture is firm and he's shaking. I can see the fire raging inside of him.
"What do you mean going on ? Dean... The food" I try to turn.
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT FOOD !" he suddenly yells, my heart racing and eyes wetting instantly. "I HAD ENOUGH FOOD FOR AN ENTIRE LIFE !"
           His vise fingers suddenly lets go of my wrist and he takes a step back, fear on his features, like he was afraid of his own emotions. Dean is an impressive and dangerous man, but I will never be scared of him.
           I wipe the tears that escaped my eyes and, on the surface calmly, turn off the fire under the burned eggs. Then I get closer to him and take his hand, way softer than he took mine a second before, under the slightly too long sleeves of his adorable robe. I decided I would be a better friend, it's my chance to be.
"If you precise your question, Deanie, I will answer. I just don't really get it" my eyes are on him, kind but firm, like I was taming a wolf.
"I..."
He doesn't manage to finish his sentence, the gearwheels of his mind visible behind his sparkling eyes. If I don't help him, he will run away, and burry it forever.
"What do you think is going on between Sam and me ?" I ask, noticing his lips are really white, even more than before. But I know he won't agree to eat right now, not until we fix what is bothering him. "Do you think, we're hiding something ?"
That would explain why he was staring at my phone yesterday. Sam and him have been deceived so often, lied to...
"Are you together ?" he cuts my thoughts. "Or is it just casual ?"
"What ? No !" I frown, letting go of his hand just a second. "Dean... Sam is my friend."
"He's perfect" he whispers.
You're perfect.
"He's amazing" I nod. "Sam is one of the best person I know..."
"He's handsome" he cuts me.
I search his face, and he nervously licks his lips. I take his hand again shyly, just the tip of his fingers. He will close again because he regrets those words. I have to answer quickly even if I'm really wondering what this is about.
"H-he is" I state. "Not really my type but he really is a beautiful man."
"You're always together... He... He slept in your bedroom" he says, taking back his hand. "You guys do what you want, but don't take me for a fool."
           I take a deep breath, I won't get out of this without saying a little too much. I little of what I don't want to say. But Dean seems to need answers, and what Dean needs...
"He didn't sleep in my room, I told you I fell asleep in the kitchen. He found me, and bought me back there, tried to convince me to sleep but I was worried... and sad. Why those questions ?"
"Sad ?"
I don't want to answer now, so I continue.
"And... I spend a lot of time with him because he's my friend and..."
Being with you sometimes hurt.
           He doesn't answer, and looks down at himself. Is he jealous that spend time with Sam ? We indeed used to be even closer, before my love for him started being out of control. Does he feel like that third friend the others forget a little for the fun things ?
"Dean, are you upset because I went running with Sam instead of watching movies with you yesterday ?" he looks away. "Does this have anything to do with the fact that you're not eating ?"
"I... I don't know" he sighs. "I'm a little dizzy."
"Sit Dean" I say, guiding him to the table. "Tell me what's going on with food. Please. You know I hate to see you bad."
           He rubs his face with both hands, his scruff audible under his palm. How I wish I could kiss this jaw, how I wish I could show him how much I love him, how I know who he is, not like those girls.  
"It's ridiculous..." he tries, but I sit facing him, and wait for him to talk. "I'm not... like Sam."
"Like Sam ?"
"You know... Abs and..." he motions his body. "All."
"Wait" I blink a few times. "Dean you're perfect."
He scoffs so bend a little to make him look at me.
           How can he compare himself to his brother ? Where do that come from ? I know Dean struggles with serious self-hate, but would never have guessed it would reach that subject, of physical appearance... Maybe this is about a woman.
"Dean. You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen." My mouth starts freeing itself from truth I kept locked, and I can't stop it. "I'm serious. Your face looks like some masterpiece with perfect proportion, y-your eyes are ridiculously green, your jaw could cut glass, your lips..." my eyes fall on them and my words get lost. "You're tall and broad..."
"You're making me blush Sweetheart" he says, he voices back to its usual low hoarse tone. "Still I... You know I'm... a kid when it comes to food, I never exercise..."
"Never exercise ?" I smile. "Three days ago you climbed inside a house then dug a six feet deep hole on the ground, and the day after you chased a monster, fought him, and carried his body to a place where you can burn it... I say you deserve a burger."
His face seems to light up a little, but his pretty pillow lips are still too white.
"But it's not working out, like Sammy."
"Dean... Your brother likes it, he need it to focus, to think" my smile grows and I speak lower, I know my admiration is showing, and it honestly feels liberating. "And he needs that to keep up with you."
"He doesn't" he almost chuckles, finally warming my heart.
"Well, you're the best. It's natural for you, but we have to work, especially me."
"You two are better than me" he states.
"We're not. And... Dean not eating isn't going to make you feel better about yourself. It's going to wear you out, make you weak..."
"I know" he sighs.
"Can I make you a breakfast ? The color of your lips makes me want to draw a salt circle."
He chuckles fully this times, wrinkles appearing on the corner of his eyes.
           I gently pat his shoulder as I get up, still not believing Dean could have insecurities like those. I throw away the burnt cold eggs and make some new, with bacon.
"I hear comments sometimes you know..." he says like it was easier now I'm not looking at him. "The things you said, that my face is nice..."
"More than nice" I admit, turning a little to him, but not fully to keep watching the pan.
"It happened that girls expect more under my shirt" he looks down. "I know it's ridiculous... I just, I don't know, maybe I feel disappointing."
"It's not ridiculous" I state under my breath, grabbing a plate to finally give him food. " Here, eat this, all of it."
"Like with the whole FBI look or with my seductive smile" he stops and grunts. "I feel like a teen."
"Hey, nothing like that between us, you know that. I told you about very embarrassing stuff" I reassure him. "And, what you're saying is interesting, men endure the social standards too."
"I... I don't know I didn't age like a model, I'm... soft."
Model.
"You know..." I start.
I pour two coffees and take a chocolate bar for myself, watching him before I keep talking, to make sure he starts eating.
"Delicious" he states, putting big pieces in his mouth.
"One of the reason I work out with Sammy is... Precisely because I don't want to look ridiculous next to two total models."
"Now that's" he starts, opening his mouth too big at how hot it still is. "That's kinda ridiculous. You're the prettiest girl ever !"
"I'm not" I whisper, softly blowing on my coffee.
"What ? You are Y/n" I lift my eyes on him, his lips are still a little light but shining with grease.
"I'm not like the girl you go out with."
           I don't dare looking up, but see he stopped moving. His robe is now totally opened, the belt got loose, and my eyes are lost in the black of his shirt.
"The girls I go out with" he repeats. "You're way better than those girls."
"Oh listen to you, that doesn't sound cliché at all" I say a little too coldly, a shocked expression appears on his face. "I... I'm sorry."
"You know... the girls I go out with, that doesn't really mean anything."
"I know" I cut him to make him understand I'm not asking him to justify himself.
But he keeps talking anyway.
"I have been with divorced single moms, witnesses... college girls" he says the last one with something bitter and I take this occasion to make it about him again, and not me.
"Two day ago" I ask, although it's the last thing I want to talk about. "It was a college girl, Deanie ? Did something happen ?"
"Yeah... no" he states, answering my two questions. "I just... I just realize it wasn't really what I wanted, not anymore. And that it didn't... didn't really make me feel good about myself."
"Too young for you ?" I try to joke, giving him a piece of my chocolate bar, feeding him like I always do, with everything I have in my hand.
"Kinda yeah" he answers seriously. "I don't know... She... I wasn't frat boy enough for her I guess."
"Yes, that's exactly the idea, that you're not that !"
"I didn't really, you know... enjoy it" he says and I fight the images coming in waves in my head. "I was too focused on trying to prove something" a dark chuckle escapes his lips. "I don't even know who I was trying to convince. And she... She didn't like the tattoo, the scars, the freckles..."
"Whoa whoa ! Who's that bitch ?" I lift my hands in the air, sincerely shocked, I never knew some women would be able to not appreciate Dean.
He smiles kindly but looks at the bottom of his coffee.
           Silence. I wish I could make him see who he is, I wish I could speak more, ask questions, but just talking about that stupid college girl that had him, but on top of that made him feel bad about himself...
"You look sad again" he cuts my thoughts.
"Sad ?"
"Yeah, it happens often. You start thinking deeply and you get sad" he says. "Listen... You're the most amazing friend, and woman, there is..."
"But" I whisper, echoing the conversation with Sam in my head.
"There's no 'but'" he shakes his head. "I was just going to say that I want to be a better friend, and man, for you."
"You already are the best" I smile but he doesn't smile back at all, his green eyes searching mine.
"I'm not. I let you down several times. I get why you would rely on Sammy more. I left you at this bar after that hunt when that witness was hitting on me. And I cancelled movie night twice to go out, just to feel... I don't know desired, loved maybe ? I know how absurd it is" When I'm about to talk, he doesn't let me. "And I worry you... coming home drunk as fuck in the morning." He rolls his eyes a little. "And with Baby..."
"I'm not your mom, I have to stop being so protective, Sam is right..."
"Sam ?"
           That's it, the moment I say so much I regret it my whole life. But I promised my best friend I wouldn't go on like this, that I would either talk to Dean, like he wants me to, or at list try to work on my feelings to move on. It's time to stop hiding everything from the man I love and make our friendship pure again.
"Sam says..." I clear my throat. "That... I have to care a little less about you, to care a little more about me" I don't dare looking up and let out a dark chuckle. "Won't be easy... I care a lot about you."
           When he doesn't answer, I finally look up, fearing what I will see on his face. He's just staring at me with an expression I never really saw on his face. His gorgeous lips are pink again, and the scruff on his cheeks, a little darker than usual, highlights the radiant light of his big beautiful eyes.
           He half gets up, bending on the table. And before I can realize what's happening, he puts his lips on mine in a soft, warm kiss.
           My whole body responds to it. The thin hair on my arms stick up, my heart starts beating my chest and my thighs get moist with a thin layer of sweat.
           I stay frozen for a second, looking at him in disbelief, playing the quick kiss again and again in my head as he sits back.
"I just..." he clears his throat and sigh, getting up. "I'm not Sammy."
Before he can leave, before this moment becomes a memory I will struggle to think as real, before I find myself in that hole of secrets again, I get up. But he's already walking to his room.
"Dean !" I run after him, meeting him at his bedroom door. "Dean. You're not Sammy. You're you, you're perfect in every ways."
           My heart is pounding. Let's do this, he needs this. Dean needs to be loved and I didn't know he needed reassurance. No one can to this better than me, because I worship him. I always said I wanted to show Dean he can be happy, and loved without changing his life for good. This is my shot at it, I may not be enough, I may not be what he wants or needs, but at least I can share with him. My devotion, my love, my body, all he wants.
           And If my heart breaks, let it be a happy sacrifice.
"Your freckles are like stars in a summer sky" he frowns when my fingers come up to graze his cheek. "I already liked freckles but yours... You make any other skin look plain and boring."
His face is so close, the delicious smell of his skin reaching me. His pupils are large, just circled with that green that could make me cry.
"Your lips..." I say a little lower, looking at them intensely.
From here, I can see the few freckles that made their way on them. Then I see his tongue, slowly wetting them before he bends again, catching my lips softly, his nose bumping mine when he opens his mouth to capture my upper lip, once, twice...
           I open my mouth and wrap my arms around him, deepening the kiss with a shameless hunger, and all my love in it. Something blows up inside of me, something strong : need.
 Dean's Pov
             No drunk groans, and no shame anywhere. I kiss her like it was words, and take her inside my room.
"Your smell" she says and I feel emotions rush in every one of my veins, but it's not disturbing like it usually is. "I could bath in it, live it."
I bend to burry my face in her neck, inhaling deeply.
           And I take my time, I have no reason to hurry, nowhere to go, no woman to come back to. She slips her fingers between the strands of my hair, letting me hold her close, drowning in her smell.
           I want to cry, and I don't really know why. Probably because of how right this feels. Because of that relief : She not with my brother. She is not with Sam...
"Dean..." she whispers, her nails gently grazing my scalp. "Can I see you ?"
I put a kiss on her neck and murmur a tender 'yes' against it.
           Her hands leave my hair to go down along my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and push my robe, making it fall like a cape at my feet. That’s how she makes me feel, like her hero.
           Her chin goes up without me leaving her neck, and she gently rubs her cheek on my jaw. In a soft moan, I open my mouth to leave wet kisses on her skin.
Maybe she can be mine...
"Sometimes your voice makes me shiver" she whispers in my ear. "Just your voice... It's so deep."
Somehow her words send electricity to my crotch and I can feel my boxers getting tighter.
           My hands grab her ass, pressing her against me and when she moans, I feel my cock twitch.
"Y/n..."
"You're beautiful in everything" she continues, her hands slipping under my shirt to stroke my back, her voice slightly weaken by arousal. "But when you wear henleys or just a t-shirt..." she kisses just below my ear. "I can get wet by just looking at you."
My cock twitches and I groan.
"Are you wet now, Baby ?"
She nods and I let go of her ass to cup her face, kissing her like I always dreamed of, deeply and hungrily, not caring of being in control of myself, not caring if I seem desperate.
           She starts to walk, making me take a few steps back until my calf hit the edge of the bed and I sit on it. I tug at her shirt to make her straddle me, but she takes a second to take off her shorts, revealing her beautiful thighs, and her white panties.
           When she finally straddles me, spreading her legs, I spot a wet stain on her panties and a low growl leaves my chest.
"Fuck... You are..." I say, my hand coming down to cup her sex through it, feeling the tip of my finger get wet.
Her body immediately contracts, and, with my middle finger pressed against her entrance, I can even feel her walls clench around nothing.
"How can you be so reactive" I groan.
"It's you..." she moans, rolling her hips just a little to feel my hands more. "Dean... No men can do this to me."
           My other hand comes up to take that worn out black shirt she stole with impatience, because I notices she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
"Oh baby..." I let out, bending to kiss her breasts, my other hand teasing her more.
           I'm burning up, my back sweating, my cock painfully hard. I don't remember being that turned on in my life by so little. She hasn't even touched me yet.
           Her head falls back and her nipples point at me, begging me to suck at them, so that's what I do. Mouth open, I take one in my mouth, along with the most of her soft breast I can.
"Ah..." she moans and squirms above me. "Dean !"
My cock twitches at just hearing my name like that, my real name on top of that.
           I slip my hand in her panties, desperate to hear more, feel more. She's soaked, her thighs contracted and her hips rolling against my hand. She doesn't form words, but her body is begging for more.
           So I slip a finger inside her and feel her squeeze him, hear her gasps. I can't wait to be inside of her but that's not my only purpose... Oh God when she will clench around me ! I’m panting now.
"Please Dean" she whines, one of her hand going behind her to find balance on my knee, her beautiful body arching back.
I give her what she needs, another finger, pumping slowly at first, then going a little stronger, and my thumb on her clit, gently circling. I look at her with my mouth open in awe, a devouring pleasure making me high.
"Fuck" I pant.
           I should try to focus, make that coil inside me calm, make my heart slow. I don't want to be aroused like a teen, or I won't last at all... But I can't, and my free hand comes on my crotch to touch myself through my boxers a little, desperate for some friction.
"Dean ! Dean..." she cried out, now joining the movement of my fingers with her whole body. "I need..."
"Come for me" I order. "Show me how much you want me Baby, clench those fingers."
And just like that, she does.
           Her whole body shakes and her thighs crush me, her walls trying to milk my finger for what they can't give her.
"DEAN DEAN DEAN !"
My cock twitches so hard it's painful, I bend on her chest to not see her face longer, and try to hold back as hard as I can.
"Baby... fuck..." I whine, my whole stomach contracting and my cock pulsating.
But when she grabs my head to hold it against her and start rolling her hips hard to prolong her powerful orgasm, I can't hold back...
           In a very loud frustrated grunt I come in my pants, feeling my cum drip along my twitching cock.
 Reader's Pov
             My bliss makes me high, but my senses are at their full power, so I can feel what’s happening. I can feel Dean squirm beneath me and shake, I can feel his hand unable to move and hear his gasps.
           He’s coming.
           My walls clench even more at the thought and he whimpers against my breasts. So I hold him, I just hold him.
           When I finally can have the control of my body again, I look down at him and he withdraws his fingers slowly.
“Y/n…” he whispers. “Fuck I…”
“Did you came ?” I ask with the largest smile I ever had on my face.
“I… yeah… I’m…”
He seems embarrassed.
“Dean, that’s the sexiest thing I have ever experienced” I assure him, bending to kiss his lips. “No one ever wanted me that bad.”
“I still want you” he states, his hands stroking my back and going down on my ass. “I… I think you’re all I want actually.”
           My eyes get wet. In my head : every single moment in my life that made me fall in love with Dean, every day, every moment I craved for a touch, for his smell, every time he laughed and cried… Everything.
“Then you have me Dean, you can have me forever if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, I do” he says, taking off his shirt.
           With a large smile I push him back on the bed, letting him drag both of us higher on it. I look down at him, and a tear falls on his chest. His hand comes up to wipe my cheek, we don’t need to talk for a moment.
           My hands go down his sides, enjoying his firm chest and the soft line of his stomach, my thumbs massaging it a little on their way up, feeling the strong muscles underneath and the silky-smooth skin.
           I bend to kiss his collarbones, and his tattoo, palms still roaming everywhere like I always dreamed of, like I will always dream of.
“This tattoo” I say, drawing its contour with my finger. “It’s so you, it has a story, and it protects you. I love it.”
“And I love you” he states without a hesitation, his chin almost on his neck to see me.
A tiny emotional sob escapes my lips, making him frown a little and wrap his strong arms around me.
“Hey baby…” he whispers. “Y/n…”
           My hand goes down to push his underwear down, and my panties to the side. He searches my eyes while I do, and licks his lips in a moan when I grab his cock to guide it at my entrance.
“I love you” I say, slowly sinking down on him. “I love you, I love you…”
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Captain and Coach
Some time ago, @blueboltkatana requested this to be written: Hey uh, I'm embarrassed to be writing this cuz I feel like I'm telling you what to write, but I've had this prompt in my mind for so long. I was thinking how Daichi wasn't just captain for the crows he had to act like a coach as well for quite a while and so he is used to giving advice and helping his teammates but didn't have someone to do that for him and Ukai of course notices and tells him he can leave the team to him now it's ok, and Daichi breaks down because he didn't even realize how much that responsibility weighed on him all this time. I mean Dadchi deserves a dad sometimes too! If u don't like if u don't have to write it it's ok I don't want to seem like I'm telling u what to do!!
Now it's written 😉 On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32628205Or, read below ----
When Ukai Keishin became Karasuno high school’s coach, he thought he would be expecting a chaotic team that doesn’t know how to behave with a coach in the room. Turns out, he was wrong.
Sure, the kids could be rowdy as hell and would screw around but they had drive. They put in the effort. They expected a result and in order to get that result they put in as much work they could as possible.
One thing Ukai regrets, though, is the amount of time it took him to realize why the kids are always so much of a team without his interference.
The realization comes after his first Interhigh with the team. The clue came when he was watching his team return to the sidelines after losing, getting ready to line up and thank Aoba Johsai for the game. In his head, Ukai was planning to say words of comfort and a good job. Calm them down a bet, maybe offer a few hugs.
He had to do exactly none of that.
Sawamura already had an arm around Nishinoya, his free arm raised so he could rub Tanaka’s head. He moved around so quickly from one player to the other, patting the heads of the first-years, hugging the second and third years, pulling Yachi and Shimizu into a small group hug. It’d be only a week later when Ukai would realize that even though Sawamura had dealt out comfort and kind words he hadn’t gotten any in return.
It’s not long until exam day comes. Practice continues but only every other day in the afternoon. Ukai decided to test a little theory out.
During practice after his little revelation, he gave a few commands for drills but left the rest to Sawamura. By some stroke of luck, Takeda wasn’t here to ask Ukai what he’s doing and why he’s staring at Sawamura so intently. Just like Ukai expected Sawamura easily steps into a position of command and support, telling his teammates what to do, suggestions of improvements, and words of motivation that make even Tsukishima move a bit faster.
Sawamura is always moving around. Most people don’t notice this with Hinata and Nishinoya constantly running around but even they stop. Not Sawamura. Always looking around to see if his teammates are good, briefly checking if shoelaces are tied, tracking movement, provided perfectly timed words. At times Ukai wonders if there’s something otherworldly inside of Sawamura. No, he’s just a kid who cares a lot more than most.
“Sawamura-kun!” Ukai calls at the end of practice. “Can you stay behind for a few minutes? I want to talk to you about something.”
“Okay,” Sawamura replies, a smile of agreement on his face with no hint of the annoyance or slight fear of having done something wrong that would have been on Ukai’s own face if his grandpa had asked the same of him back when he was still in school. Maybe there was once a time Ukai would have thought of Sawamura as too trusting of a kid with his response but now he knows better. In his own way that doesn’t have to do with education Sawamura is the smartest kid he knows.
Twenty minutes later the volleyballs are back in their cart and hidden in the storage room. The net has been taken down and it’s too quiet. Ukai and Sawamura are the only two left now, the boy’s jacket zipped all the way out with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“You wanted to talk to me, coach?”
This already feels weird. He’s used to having to pull Tsukishima or Tanaka aside, sometimes Asahi to remind him to be confident, and all three of them have Ukai tilting his head up just a bit. He has to move his gaze below eye level to make eye contact with Sawamura.
“Don’t think you’re in trouble, kid.” He knows that Sawamura doesn’t think that. “I just wanted to give you a tip like you give your friends.” Sawamura’s eyes widen with interest. Ukai clears his throat. He hopes this doesn’t come out awkward. “You’re an amazing captain, the best I’ve ever seen. And even though you’re captain it doesn’t mean you have to pick up everyone’s slack and carry all the responsibility.” That sounds too much like an attack, gods help him.
“What I mean,” he tries again, running a hand through his hair while closing his eyes “is that I’m here to help, kid. I’m not going to steal your spot or anything. Just...you work so hard and I don’t want you stressing too much. So it’s fine if you want to take a step back every once in a while, sit on the side and just take a few sips of water or something. And if-” his rambling is cut off by a wet sniffle and a shaky breath.
Oh hell no.
Suddenly he’s panicking. He never expected this, never in a million years.
“Hey, are you okay?” Sawamura’s head is bowed, a steady hand out of his pocket which struggles to stay steady as it wipes at tears. Ukai quickly moves closer, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Hey hey, shh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by that.”
“N-no, I’m fine.” The kid contradicts himself by sniffling again. His voice is wet and forced, too small. Ukai already knows that after this he’s going to open a new pack of sigs with how bad he feels. He made Sawamura cry. “It’s just that, just...thank you.”
Ukai freezes.
“I...no one’s ever tried to take some of the responsible,” Sawamura explains. His voice sounds so small, shoulders hunched forward and arms wrapped around himself like a hug. “I don’t want to complain. I don’t want to sound too lazy.”
“Kid, have you ever cried before now?” Ukai can’t help but say. Sawamura’s laugh is humorless and cuts into Ukai. The sniffles are louder and little sobs can’t be muffled anymore. Sawamura shakes his head. A burden, by definition, is something heavy. Generally too heavy to carry on one’s own. And here’s Sawamura not just carrying his own but those of others, making sure that the rest of his team doesn’t feel the pain and hurt and disappointment that can come at any moment.
Gently, Ukai unfolds Sawamura’s arms so that he can properly hug the kid, bringing him close with a hand wrapped around his back and the other on the back of his head, lightly rubbing circles along his spine. Sawamura’s hands, so small, grip the front of Ukai’s shirt, tears quickly soaking into his shoulder.
“You’re a wonderful captain,” Keishin says, choosing to do for Daichi what he does for his team. He’s going to make sure the kid hears these words, understands, and accepts that they’re facts. “You are an amazing defensive and offensive player. You’re willing to dive for the ball at any moment, to try new plays without the fear of failure. Or even if you do have that fear you don’t let it control you. From what I’ve heard from sensei you’re also a really good student.”
He doesn’t know how much time has passed. His throat is starting to feel a bit sore and his eyes had prickled with heat at some time but the words of positivity and support never stopped flowing.
“Thank you,” Daichi mutters at long last sounding utterly exhausted. Keishin ruffles his hair and pulls him back in for a tighter hug.
The next day, Daichi is one of the last people to arrive at practice, his walk leisurely. The hoops are still down from the basketball team’s morning practice. The gym isn’t chaotic at the moment, with most of the players talking to each other or bumping a ball to each other.
Keishin watches as Daichi ignores Sugawara’s greeting. This pikes his interest. He leans forward on the bench and watches as Daichi heads to the ball cart, grabs a volleyball, and walks to where the basketball court’s half-court line is. The boy draws his arm back and launches the ball at the hoop on the other side of the gym. By some miracle, it falls through the hoop.
The gym is silent.
Hinata, Kageyama, and Nishinoya openly gape.
Tsukishima and Ennoshita look like they’re about to go into shock.
Without looking away from the hoop, Daichi points at Tanaka, who is standing by the cart.
“Give me another,” he says, finally looking over his shoulder with an expression of childish glee on his face. Nishinoya beats Daichi to getting a ball and completely fails at getting the ball even close to the hoop. The rest of the team may be confused but Keishin is happy.
This is one of Daichi’s visibly happiest moments. How can he not be happy about that?
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